Late night, Imperial Capital.
A van drives through the streets of the Imperial Capital.
Driving the car is Mouse Girl, a subordinate of Xie Qilin.
Xie Qilin sits in the passenger seat.
In the back seat, a bored-looking young girl in white silk looks around aimlessly. Her na is Hua Luo, also a subordinate of Xie Qilin.
Hua Luo asks:
"Boss, you seem a bit nervous."
Hua Luo’s ability is hypnosis, making her highly sensitive to emotional changes in people.
Xie Qilin candidly replies:
"Doing sothing this big tonight, it’s only natural to be nervous."
Excitent gleams in Hua Luo’s eyes:
"Tonight, we’re actually up against all of Xia Country’s top Extraordinary, quite intense!"
Xie Qilin grips the oil paper umbrella so tightly his hand turns slightly white:
"I set this up a year ago; there shouldn’t be any unexpected surprises.
After tonight, the Extraordinary Circle of Xia Country will belong to the Xie Family."
The oil paper umbrella responds to Xie Qilin, emitting a ghostly red light.
...
Late night, South Sea, outskirts.
Wei Ming sits in a wild pavilion, his briefcase on the table.
Beads of sweat form on his nose, he looks very nervous.
An off-road vehicle approaches and stops beside the pavilion.
Cao Yi gets out of the car, sits on the stone chair inside the pavilion, glances around, and smiles:
"You’ve grown up, knowing to avoid people when discussing business."
Wei Ming looks up:
"Brother Yi, did you check my files today?"
Cao Yi nods:
"Not just your files, but the recent anomaly reports you’ve handled."
Wei Ming lowers his head:
"Why?"
Cao Yi replies honestly:
"I suspect you’ve done sothing against the rules."
Wei Ming remains silent.
The Five Black Classes were indeed correct.
Cao Yi is investigating him, trying to find evidence of his wrongdoing.
Cao Yi continues:
"Wei Ming, what happened? Tell so I can help you."
Wei Ming lets out a sigh:
"Brother Yi, I can’t turn back now."
Wei Ming thought controlling the Five Black Classes was easy.
Unexpectedly, the Five Black Classes are treacherous snakes.
He hasn’t truly mastered anyone, let alone the devious Five Black Classes?
Once on board, he can’t get off.
That pitch-black path, once entered, leads to losing oneself.
Cao Yi furrows his brow:
"What do you an you can’t turn back?"
Suddenly, Wei Ming pulls out the Demon Sword from his briefcase, eyes bloodshot:
"Cao Yi, thanks for your care during this ti, but I hate you.
Tonight, it’s either you die, or I perish!"
...
Late night, South Sea, Shu Mountain.
The Shu Mountain disciples have already rested, the Daoist Temple is very quiet, even the incense in the air has dispersed quite a bit.
The Shu Mountain disciple on night watch at the gate seems to notice so people heading up the mountain.
He quickly steps out and shouts:
"This is Shu Mountain, we do not receive tourists."
The group appears not to hear, continuing toward the entrance of the Shu Mountain Daoist Temple.
The Shu Mountain disciple looks puzzled.
Could they be lost and seeking shelter at Shu Mountain?
The Shu Mountain disciple raises his voice and shouts:
"Who are you? Do you need help?"
An icy arrow flies from the crowd, striking the Shu Mountain disciple’s abdon.
The Shu Mountain disciple touches his abdon, horrified to find he’s bleeding.
A lewd Daoist in a yellow Daoist robe appears before the Shu Mountain disciple in a few quick flashes, grinning eerily:
"Five Black Classes, visiting Shu Mountain!"
The Shu Mountain disciple looks behind the Yellow-skinned Immortal.
Hundreds of blood-stained Extraordinary are storming in.
The Shu Mountain disciple stares in terror, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Attack by the Five Black Classes!"
...
Imperial Capital, Zhang Family.
Zhang Xiaoyi abruptly wakes from his sleep.
He pulls out his phone, sees the ssages from the disciples, his face grim.
Zhang Xiaoyi rushes outside.
His father, Zhang Youfu, awake for the night, sees Zhang Xiaoyi hurrying, asks promptly:
"Son, why the rush, where are you going?"
Zhang Xiaoyi replies:
"Dad, sothing happened at Shu Mountain, I need to hurry back."
Zhang Youfu picks up the phone from the table:
"Don’t rush son, I’ll call you a helicopter right away."
Zhang Xiaoyi shakes his head:
"No need, Dad, the helicopter is too slow."
By the ti he gets back on a chopper, Shu Mountain might already be burned by the Five Black Classes.
Zhang Xiaoyi makes calls to Cao Yi while walking.
He wants Cao Yi to help, to aid the Shu Mountain disciples.
However, Cao Yi’s phone is constantly unreachable.
Thinking it over, Zhang Xiaoyi calls Wei Ming, the Director at the South Sea Safety Managent Station.
Oddly, Wei Ming’s phone is also unreachable.
Zhang Xiaoyi puts away the phone, bites into a Spirit Plant, as a bolt of lightning flashes beneath his feet.
Driving lightning, he races toward the South Sea.
His Spiritual Power isn’t enough to fly that far, he’ll need to constantly replenish Spiritual Qi with Spirit Plants on the way.
...
Imperial Capital, Mandala Bar.
It’s already two in the morning, and people are leaving the bar.
Qin Ming leans over the bar counter, typing away on his laptop.
The copyright for his book has been sold, and the director is urging him to finish it by year’s end.
The ti is tight, the task heavy.
Zhang Qian is cleaning with a cloth.
At this mont, the door is pushed open.
Zhang Qian puts away the cloth and cheerfully calls out:
"Welco~"
Zhang Qian sees the newcor and is montarily stunned.
It’s a foreigner.
Bald, dark-skinned, very muscular.
Wearing glasses, he exudes an air of cultured elegance.
His na is Simon, Leon Jin’s personal disciple and also Leon Jin’s adopted son.
Simon picks a seat and speaks fluent Xia Country language:
"One Bloody Mary, please."
Qin Ming nods, sets aside his laptop, and starts mixing at the bar.
He sneaks a glance at Simon.
For so reason, this foreigner keeps looking at him.
That gaze, not kindly.
Qin Ming quickly mixes Simon’s drink and personally delivers it to Simon’s table.
Simon glances at his watch, smiles:
"What ti do you close?"
Qin Ming replies:
"Usually around five in the morning."
Simon sips his drink, looks at Qin Ming with a aning-laden gaze:
"Still a long ti to go."
Qin Ming finds Simon inexplicably odd, a feeling of unease growing inside.
This bar often sees strange occurrences; Qin Ming is used to it.
But... this is the first ti he’s felt a sense of crisis.
Qin Ming nods slightly:
"Yes, quite a while longer."
He prepares to return to the bar.
Suddenly, Simon grabs Qin Ming:
"Stay here, have a couple of drinks with ."
Qin Ming replies:
"We don’t offer companionship drinking service here."
Simon’s eyes change, his pupils turn into dark-golden vertical pupils:
"Soone asked to watch you here, you’d better not leave this table.
Otherwise, sothing bad will definitely happen here tonight."
The ga Xie Qilin set, involving everyone, the only variable being Qin Ming.
The old caretaker warned to be cautious around nas containing ’Ming’, ’Fan’, ’Yi’.
Xie Qilin initially thought this ’Ming’ was Wei Ming.
Since eting Qin Ming, he gradually suspected this ’Ming’ might actually be this enigmatic bar owner.
To prevent unforeseen changes, his partner Simon’s task tonight is to watch Qin Ming, to prevent him from disrupting the plan.
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