In the Edge Corner Airspace, besides various cities set up by the Dao Palace, there are also many abandoned islands drifting aimlessly.
The so-called abandoned islands refer to territories of a sect that shattered and scattered into the void, becoming ownerless land.
In the Edge Corner Airspace, breath soil is extrely precious. Clans often engage in conflicts to seize it, with each powerful expert possessing imnse strength, frequently reducing a sect’s territory to re rubble during battles.
So land fragnts, protected by Formation, are blasted thousands of miles out by powerful Spiritual Power without breaking apart and begin to float in the void. If encountered by soone, they will be refined; if not, they continue to drift.
The Edge Corner Airspace is vast, with countless such abandoned islands over millions of years.
At this mont, there lay a particularly large abandoned island, over a hundred zhang long, seemingly drifting aimlessly.
In the void, two small heads were peeking out on a piece of floating breath soil.
"Are you sure it’s here?" Erha asked doubtfully, chewing on a blade of grass.
"That’s what the broker said, disguised as the abandoned island is the Drunken Flower Building!"
Xiaohei rested his chin on one hand, looking down again at the piece of cattle hide parchnt.
This was the Earth Ranking list. For the past month, they had been wandering around various cities, eventually overhearing from a broker the whereabouts of the expert ranked one hundred and ninety-seventh.
Brokers are individuals in the Edge Corner Airspace who specialize in collecting and selling information. They are well-inford, with connections said to rival those of the Dao Palace. They are knowledgeable about many things, and with the right price, much information can be bought.
Xiaohei had heard that Hong Jiao, ranked one hundred and ninety-seventh, frequently appeared at the Drunken Flower Building, so he planned to intercept him.
The Drunken Flower Building is a place where one can liberate their nature, disguised as an abandoned island.
This abandoned island is invisible; it cannot be seen from the outside, nor can one ascertain its true form, well-hidden.
The custors at the Drunken Flower Building are generally notable figures. They do not entertain guests openly, and not just anyone can visit.
Usually, custors are introduced by each other, or the owner of the Drunken Flower Building selects them. Even with strict conditions, daily guests never cease.
This Hong Jiao cos from the Yang-Controlling Race and is said to cultivate the most rigid and masculine of Cultivation Techniques, but his excessive yang energy requires him to find a place to relieve it, lest he burns himself out.
Xiaohei and Erha had been watching this place for seven or eight days, waiting for Hong Jiao, ready to knock him out while off guard.
"How exactly does he relieve fire here? By drinking cold tea?" Erha naively asked.
Xiaohei lowered his voice and whispered, "Of course not! Rember those Jiuzhou short videos I showed you last ti?"
"The videos where n and won fought over a blanket?" Erha asked, puzzled.
"Yes, exactly those!" Xiaohei, knowledgeable and well-traveled, said earnestly, "That’s how Hong Jiao relieves fire!"
"Fighting can relieve fire too?" Erha widened his eyes, "Isn’t fighting exercise? Wouldn’t you sweat?"
"This question is a bit profound," Xiaohei mused, unsure how to answer, "Perhaps sweating relieves fire? Oh, never mind, you get the gist."
"So how are we going to deal with him?" Erha asked again.
Xiaohei took out another sheet of paper, tapped it, and imdiately, golden Formation runes appeared on the paper, intertwining to depict girls as beautiful as flowers.
These girls were extrely charming, each possessing captivating beauty and allure.
"I still don’t know which one he’ll choose. The Drunken Flower Building never keeps guest information, so it’s hard to determine imdiately. Who do you think he’ll choose?"
Xiaohei flicked through the Formation runes with his small hands, displaying all the pictures of the girls in the Drunken Flower Building.
He had just sneaked in to steal the establishnt’s flyers.
"This Cuihua is nice, big nostrils, small eyes, her hair is green! I like this one!" Erha said enthusiastically.
"The point isn’t which one you like, but which one he’ll choose." Xiaohei replied.
Erha looked through all the girls again, then confidently pointed to one, "Probably Xiaohong!"
"Why?"
"You said he needs to relieve fire, and Xiaohong has fish scales on her, surely she’s from a water race. Isn’t it sensible to find soone who can spray water?"
"Sounds quite reasonable."
Xiaohei nodded earnestly, circling the image of Xiaohong for focused attention.
Then he and Erha animatedly discussed which girl Hong Jiao would choose to cool down faster, circling those from the Ice Clan, Wind Clan, Callia Race, and Chrysanthemum Race; these race abilities are excellent for fire dispersion.
Occasionally, silhouettes flashed by, disappearing into the Drunken Flower Building. Most were Eternal Stage experts in disguise, who hid themselves well and barely recognized each other.
In the Eternal Stage, as long as there’s no conflict with others, it’s practically impossible to die. One needs to find so fun in a long life.
But none of these were Xiaohei’s targets.
At this ti, the abandoned island ahead suddenly quivered slightly as a figure approached from a distance, leaving a trail of illusion in the void, disappearing into the island.
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