Chapter Seventy-One: The Third Dealer

"It's hard to say, perhaps he was simply bored and wanted to come down for a look." Now, those gathered around the gambling table with Lin Li and the young man no longer dared to regard Ma Wu with their previous demeanor. A flurry of whispers erupted as everyone speculated about Ma Wu’s true identity.

After hearing Ma Wu’s words, even Lin Li found himself unsure of the extent of Ma Wu’s influence. He swallowed nervously, and only after a long moment managed to steady his voice enough to say:

The yellow jade embedded in the Radiant Celestial Sword was called Celestial Luster Jade, a rare spiritual treasure in its own right. It possessed the power to absorb the elemental light and spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making it a superb aid for restoring spiritual energy. For those cultivating light-based spiritual power, whether human or beast, it was nothing short of divine.

Amid the lush grasslands, over ten thousand Han soldiers formed a wide circle, shouting encouragement to the two combatants dueling at its center.

“Let’s go to the fourth floor,” Chen Fei said with a smile, motioning for Wu Tenglan to follow him toward the entrance. From a distance, Wang Heng came running to join them, but just at that moment, a sudden wave of monsters appeared.

The area was about the size of a basketball court, cluttered chaotically with various ores. At a glance, Chen Fei recognized them all as Sophie ore.

Yet the chubby one felt uneasy—after all, he’d watched his three friends get beaten without sharing their hardship. It seemed somewhat unkind.

And so, once he’d received Old Jiang’s casual, “If you’ve got something to do, you can leave first,” Qin Shihuang joyously grabbed Jiang Mingyue and dashed out of her parents’ home, not even bothering with a proper farewell.

If the key figures refused to work, what would become of the common people of the Great Tang? Who would handle the natural disasters and calamities that occurred throughout the land?

Tang Qingying declared, “Watch me.” With the agility of a swallow, she flipped over, hooking the junction of two ropes onto the end of a roof ridge, then lightly dropped down—rising as nimbly as a cat, landing as gracefully as a wild goose.

Meng Qingyi, an old hand in the martial world, saw through the confusion of his opponent’s moves to the heart of his intent. Since he had no desire to capture or subdue anyone here, he simply sidestepped, leaving a clear path for escape.

At that moment, Mu Yi suddenly felt a tremendous force seize him, propelling him forward against his will. Only the Ape King strolled with hands clasped behind him, his steps unhurried. Around them, time itself seemed both frozen and ceaselessly flowing—watching too long would leave one dizzy and bewildered.

A great weight was lifted from Yu Qian’s heart, and he could see a smile blossom on her pale, sickly face.

There was nothing to be done: in this pitch darkness, chilled to the bone, anyone would shudder at the mere mention of the word “ghost.”

This was also the chief reason Qu Yang was willing to leave the key with Mu Yi for now. Even with a key in hand, Mu Yi would still need the other five, giving Qu Yang ample time to retrieve it. As long as the key remained in Mu Yi’s possession, Qu Yang would never let him out of his sight.

Last time, Mu Yi had endured three years there—a memory that still left him shaken. Yet he couldn’t deny that those three years had pushed him beyond his limits, allowing him to advance by leaps and bounds. In fact, much of what he had achieved since owed itself to that harrowing period.

“Marquis, are you mad? Didn’t you get beaten badly enough yesterday?” The figure was none other than Qiulan, one of the Four Kings of the Leopard Cat. Sixteen Nights hurriedly grabbed Xue Ge’s hand, desperate to keep him back.

And so it was that Mu Yi’s current predicament arose—his body as frail as any ordinary person’s, yet his willpower far surpassed that of most emperors.

It seemed that whatever he set his mind to, he could accomplish. That sensation had already exceeded what he had felt during his initial awakening. The two were similar, yet fundamentally different.

At first, his chakra flowed awkwardly, but as he grew accustomed, Yahiko’s cultivation speed gradually caught up with the system’s automatic pace.