Chapter 1730: Another nine stars
Fat Sheep Tavern
This was the most notorious pleasure den in Tang City—a place where anything you could imagine was available, as long as you had the magic crystals to pay for it.
On normal days, thanks to Tang City’s unique geographical location and the peace agreents between its major factions, the prosperity of this bustling tropolis was concentrated within this small three-story building. Stepping inside, if not for the weapons and equipnt on the evolved and the blood that might still stain their hands, one might almost feel transported back to the peaceful era.
Today, the tavern was just as lively, with alcohol consumption far exceeding the usual. Yet, surprisingly, everyone remained sober, and not a single dispute had broken out.
Because today, there was only one topic of discussion.
Nine-star evolved!
Yes, humanity’s first nine-star evolved had been born.
At least, that’s what the people of the Chinese region believed—that their holand’s nine-star evolved was the world’s first.
The mindset of a great nation persisted even in the apocalypse. And with scattered news trickling in, this ntality had subtly been elevated to unprecedented heights, far surpassing even the peaceful era.
The figures in these stories were naturally led by Ye Zhongming of Cloud Peak Villa and its allies. Their exploits beyond borders had already beco the stuff of legend.
West Asia, Russia, North Arica—they had turned them all upside down. More importantly, they hadn’t suffered losses but had instead made others eat humble pie.
As long as one had no conflict of interest with Cloud Peak, they were nothing short of heroes.
And was Tang City an enemy of Cloud Peak? No. It was practically a free city, as unrestrained as the na "Fat Sheep Tavern" suggested.
"Hey, what do you think Cloud Peak’s Boss Ye will do first now that he’s beco the first nine-star?"
"What will he do? Knowing Boss Ye’s temperant, he’s definitely going to clean house—wipe out everyone who’s ever crossed him. Sure, he’s famously good to his own people, but to his enemies? He’s the type to bide his ti for revenge and then exterminate them without rcy. Mark my words—the Resistance Zone, God Hall, and those factions are in for a world of hurt."
"Second Fatty, if that’s the case, the first to suffer won’t be the ones you ntioned, but that place on Cloud Peak’s bounty list. Rumor has it it’s still around, untouched by Cloud Peak."
"True. But that place is too far. I doubt Boss Ye would waste ti and effort on it—the cost-benefit ratio’s too low. If he leads his people to hunt level-nines across the Chinese region, Cloud Peak might even get its second nine-star evolved."
The crowd nodded in agreent with Second Fatty’s reasoning.
In the apocalypse, grudges were a minor concern. Power—that was the ultimate goal of every individual and every team.
"Personally, I hope Boss Ye doesn’t focus on dostic affairs. Why not go wreak havoc on those foreign scum instead? Otherwise, the Resistance Zone is dood, and our Tang City… heh."
This remark cast a brief silence over the drinking evolved in the tavern’s first-floor hall, with only the pounding music still vibrating in their eardrums.
Indeed, why was Tang City so prosperous, dubbed the second safest post-apocalyptic city after Ying City? Because it was a nexus where several Resistance Zones and rising factions of the Chinese Top Ten intersected. Though not allies, these factions had jointly cleared the city of mutant life, reinforced its foundations, and ensured it remained free from all threats except those from the sky—all for the sake of trade and resupply.
Thus, Tang City flourished—a transit hub, a trading post, a resting place, a den of indulgence, a haven of comfort…
But if the Resistance Zones fell, would Tang City retain its current status? That was far from certain.
"Perhaps… the ergence of another nine-star evolved would be a better outco."
A voice broke the silence, drawing all eyes toward a dimly lit corner of the hall where the speaker’s face was barely visible.
"Balance—at any ti—is a system that benefits the majority more than absolute dominance."
"Because when an individual or faction grows so powerful that no one can oppose them, the rest either die… or are enslaved."
The words were heavy. Many disagreed inwardly but found no rebuttal.
They weren’t Cloud Peak’s enemies, but neither were they its friends. If the Chinese region remained with only one nine-star evolved for too long… the situation might indeed tilt toward absolute dominance.
So were already imagining it—Ye Zhongming, the strongest in the Chinese region, visiting every major faction, demanding level-nine magic crystals. Comply and live; refuse and be annihilated…
"Don’t worry too much. From what I know, Ye Zhongming only evolved to nine-star less than ten days ago. In such a short ti, what can he accomplish? And as of earlier today… a second nine-star evolved has already appeared."
The hall fell dead silent. Even the music stopped.
"Who?!"
"Who’s that badass?"
"What’s going on?"
"Spit it out, kid!"
If not for Fat Sheep Tavern’s strict rules, these evolved would have already rushed over to grab the speaker by the collar.
After all, among those drinking here were quite a few faction leaders—including one super expert, an eight-star evolved ranked in the Chinese region’s top fifty!
The man in the corner drained the red liquid from his glass before leisurely answering:
"Commander Ji Ruiguang."
The crowd erupted—so cheering, others skeptical. But gradually, one sentint prevailed:
This was good news for Tang City.
Soone proposed a toast to Ji Ruiguang becoming the Chinese region’s—no, the world’s—second nine-star evolved, which was t with enthusiastic cheers.
But just as glasses were raised to lips, the tavern’s doors burst open as a man stumbled inside.
"Well, if it isn’t Rat Master? What’s got you in such a panic? Did Ye Zhongming co knocking?"
So recognized the newcor—a low-level evolved who made a living selling information, with connections far beyond his strength.
"Ji… Mu… Mu—" Rat Master gasped for breath, amplifying the laughter that had started at the joke about Ye Zhongming’s arrival.
"Ji Ruiguang and Mu Hanyi—both nine-star now!"
The hall instantly fell silent again.
Thanks to the widely circulated rankings, everyone knew who Mu Hanyi was—the leader of the Glory Army, one of the Chinese region’s most mysterious experts.
"Wasn’t Mu Hanyi supposedly killed in a clash with Cloud Peak? Or died hunting level-nines? Everyone said he was dead!"
Soone voiced skepticism.
"Dead my ass! He’s alive! And a nine-star now—confird! He evolved around the sa ti as Commander Ji Ruiguang, just slightly later than Ye Zhongming."
The crowd believed it. Such news couldn’t be fake—there was no point. Moreover, Ji Ruiguang’s ascension had now been corroborated by two sources.
The man who had first broken the news about Ji Ruiguang stood from his corner and strode toward the exit. But before he could leave, the tavern doors burst open again.
"Rat Master! Another update!"
This was one of Rat Master’s subordinates, handing his boss a slip of paper.
The commotion made even the departing man pause, as did everyone else, their gazes locked onto Rat Master.
A full ten seconds later, Rat Master finally croaked out a sentence, his voice hoarse and stamring:
"Cloud… Cloud Peak… has… another… nine-star."
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