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Chapter 593 Werewolf Killing
There are still many good people in this world.

This is the unanimous evaluation of Beiwu Zhenxian by Su Lin and other group members. Although they always feel that there is something wrong with this guy, after all, since Ye Fan came to this Zhutian City, his various behaviors, including sponsoring competitions, seem a bit too active.

But how do you say that?

there's always a solution to any problem.

What if they are feeling the pressure of commercial competition and resorting to the involutionary publicity and traffic diversion model? Just like Pinxixi, they just cut the price.

"It's okay. The Emperor Gua Tian in our group will take action when the time comes." Xiao Yan said something confusing to Li Changshou who was still a little worried.

Li Changshou asked doubtfully: "Is there such a person in our group?"

And aren’t there too many Heavenly Emperors in this group?

“It is not ruled out that this True Immortal Beiwu, who has a profound background, is very optimistic about the future potential of Zhutian City, so he wants to put in some effort to compete for it,” Han Li said.

If the gift he gave did not involve what the recipient currently wanted or needed, people would probably be less wary of it, and would simply regard it as the act of some powerful or tyrannical force in the universe.

"I'm afraid it's something troublesome like karma," Li Changshou thought as he followed everyone else, "I'm afraid that someone who is willing to help someone in need might be able to take it back at a critical moment one day."

"It seems that real-name registration is required to participate in the competition. I will use the name of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. I guess this Immortal Beiwu also wants to collect some information."

Meng Qi thought about the situation in modern society and said, "In the information age, personal information is valuable. Merchants can buy it with coupons or discounts."

Li Changshou: “.”

This Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to be at the level of a celestial being, but Meng Qi's personal development history had already gone astray, so it seemed that there was no need to worry too much about the risks of cause and effect.

No, it’s better to be safe.

Even if I participate, I can't compete with these people. If I meet the leader halfway, I have to cooperate with him in the performance. It's better to drink tea and eat melon seeds in the audience.

Li Changshou noticed the gaze coming from behind him. It was Han Li who had walked behind him without knowing when. The other party nodded at him.

"The one who understands me is Han Daoyou."

Li Changshou began to slow down his pace, and together with Han Li, he left the somewhat conspicuous large group.

There were not many customers in the trading area of ​​the Qiongqi Tower. Because the news of the competition held in the Yinglong Tower had spread, most of the customers couldn't wait to sign up.

But this is also a good thing, as it gives Su Lin and others time and space to gather a large force to make money.

"Senior Su Lin, this is the registration fee collected by Senior Huang Shan. The 3000 cultivators are ready." Song Shuhang came over with a few storage bags, feeling a sense of guilt.

This is totally a case of making money out of nothing, the middlemen are making the difference, it just feels weird.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. This is for you." Su Lin left a storage bag for Song Shuhang.

Without Senior Su Lin's suggestion and the Zhutian City Token, the seniors would not have this opportunity. If you think about it carefully, Senior Su Lin is indeed the best. He is really a reliable senior.

Song Shuhang told himself in his heart that he must be grateful and not take the help of his predecessors for granted.

Well, today is also the day for three reflections a day.

"In this way, other monks will receive rewards and pay personal income tax, and the 10% we take will have nothing to do with Yinglong Tower."

Su Lin asked Yuanhuang Su Meng, a famous professor of causality in the industry, "When will you develop your universal knowledge ball?"

"No rush, I'll have held the wedding by the time I come to my senses." Meng Qi smiled and invited everyone, "Please come and have a drink at Xiao Sang and I's wedding."

It was supposed to be a funeral, but now it's turned into a wedding?
Since the legendary powerful person is not showing up, Meng Qi should not have any worries now. It seems that he wants to make some obvious changes.

But who else dares to go?
Wait a minute, maybe not.

Su Lin thought of his own natural evidence. If there was no prior intervention from external beings, under normal circumstances, it seemed that he could give it a try, including going to Tony Stark's world to watch a popcorn movie.

It is better for me to transform into the Three Pure Ones first and leave him and myself in my own world. This way, even if I get cheated, I can still complain to my own Heavenly Dao.

"Ruffian Long, relax and go call Chen Nan over."

Su Lin and Ye Fan each dragged a dragon and a dog, or two dogs, off Duan De, who was soaking wet and almost fainting.

The scene of the three guys fighting over an uneven division of the spoils was too ugly to watch, and no one was killed.

Soon, Chen Nan, who was originally practicing under the ancient tea tree of Wudao, was brought over.

"Pick three thousand capable fighters from the Gods and Demons Map."

For some reason, Immortal Beiwu always felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't tell what the situation was.

"Beiwu City Lord is so courageous. It seems that everyone underestimates your background." Nan Gua praised: "I just don't know what you invited this old man to do?"

Shang Yue, Nan Gua and Bei Wu gathered here.

The architectural style of the Yinglong Tower is rather high-profile. The huge space is magnificent and golden. Every detail inside the tower reveals luxury and refinement, with jade and star embellishments reflecting countless dazzling rays of light.

Beiwu Zhenxian came back to his senses. He glanced past Shang Yue and looked at Nan Gua. His voice was gentle and charming: "I invited Mr. Nan Gua here today because I have something important to discuss. Could you please calculate it for me?"

"That's nothing. You just want to get me to join forces with you two?" Nan Gua said disdainfully.

Shang Yue was puzzled: "Then why are you asking?"

"I'll give you a chance to speak, otherwise I'll be done with you both and you'll have to remain mute."

Nan Gua tapped the enlightenment tea that Bei Wu had brewed with his index finger and said, "I, an old man, didn't want to play any commercial games. I just wanted to find a fun place to find a few talented people to teach the Tao, and open a Tianji Pavilion to make some pocket money."

"In that case, shall we do business?" Shang Yue's mind worked quickly.

Nan Gua swallowed the tea like a cow chewing a peony: "Help you count people and tell them what they should buy from you so that they can avoid disasters and difficulties, reach the pinnacle of life, and marry a rich and beautiful woman?"

"Master is worthy of being a master!" Shang Yue smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Alright, you two have your own agenda in working together, why are you dragging me, an old man, into this?" Nan Gua stuffed the precious spiritual object on the table into his pocket and looked at the two of them meaningfully:

"You can bring a few apprentices from the Tianji Pavilion here to practice, but you two have strange origins, so I'd better stay away from you."

"I'm warning you in advance. Even though I'm just an old man who makes a living by reading faces, I can still fight and pin you to the ground and beat you so hard that even your mother won't recognize you."

"I can smell it from a long distance away. I smell a scent of conspiracy. Hehe, it's gone now."

Nan Gua smiled, nodded with satisfaction, took one last look at Shang Yue and was about to leave.

Under normal circumstances, Shang Yue would definitely have to confront this sweet-talking old man, but today, he realized for the first time that Immortal Beiwu’s background was even stronger than he had imagined, so he didn’t pay any attention to Nan Gua.

"Wait a minute, what happened to you when you were calculating Emiya Shirou that day? You left in a hurry, and I couldn't find you when I wanted to."

Shang Yue was a little confused when thinking about what happened before: "Is it related to the Holy Grail War?"

"Do you know that person?" Nan Gua noticed Shang Yue's tone, frowned and counted with his fingers: "Why is the Emiya Shirou different from what you know?"

Nan Gua didn't dare to calculate everything, but he could calculate things that involved things that were going to happen to him, such as what Shang Yue wanted to say to him in the future.

But Shang Yue doesn’t really like staying next to this old man. Sometimes she feels like she has no privacy.

"What? Is it Shirou Emiya who is outside the three lines, or is it that he hasn't started the Holy Grail War?" Shang Yue asked curiously.

At the same time, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he thought of characters like Saber and Toosaka Rin whom he particularly liked in his previous life on Earth.

After I finish things here, I have to contact Shirou Emiya. I believe that he will not miss this opportunity to change his destiny. With his consent, I can also spend a certain price to stay in his world for a short period of time.

As for love, it's first come first served and it's based on mutual consent. If nothing had started, with my outstanding performance, I might have gained favor faster than him.

"wrong."

While Shang Yue was daydreaming, Nan Gua recalled the pictures he had calculated with the cooperation of the other party.

The leaping flames turned into an endless horizon, opening up the road ahead. The ownerless sword created by its owner's infinite sword intent, which encompassed everything in the universe, turned into a tombstone, forming a universe belonging to the sword.

Endless sword intent gathered, sword light rolled up the brilliant starry sky, and the ocean of sword energy washed over the red wilderness containing infinite swords.

The Price of Self-Destruction. Sword World
That is not some inherent barrier, it is a universe.

This level of strength is not the point. The most important thing is that Nan Gua feels that there are many extremely terrifying causal connections behind the other party, which directly trigger his defensive backlash mechanism.

It’s not that he can’t figure it out, but the moment he figures it out, he probably won’t be able to bear it and will die in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

"He's still fighting a Holy Grail War!"

Nan Gua cursed and warned directly: "I think you are usually very honest, don't involve me in this matter."

Under the strange gazes of Beiwu Zhenxian and Shang Yue, Nan Gua picked up the flag and left decisively.

"You're still a super physiognomist?" Shang Yue muttered, but she also felt something was wrong. "I asked you to help fight a business war, not a life-and-death battle."

On the top of Yinglong Tower, Beiwu watched Nangua's receding figure and walked to the edge, looking down at the huge crowd below.

In the past, those who were chosen by the Great Wish Heavenly Ferryman would not appear in large numbers even in this city of the heavens.
But inside the Qiongqi Tower, even if we leave aside the top immortals and gods from the heavenly court of one world, there are still too many of them.

"Never mind. This is prepared for the outstanding geniuses of the myriad worlds."

Bei Wu turned around and looked at Shang Yue, smiling and said, "Friend Shang Yue, do you still remember the shuttle back to the world that I gave you?"

The Great Vow Dharma has always given and taken equally, never taking more, nor asking for less.

Just like the business in Zhutian City.
"A lot of people."

March 7 looked around, his expression full of surprise and excitement.

"Dragons from other worlds." Dan Heng withdrew his gaze from the purple-gold dragon.

"In my hometown, there is something called a trade fair." Walter raised his glasses and said, "It's a bit similar, but the scale and transactions are beyond imagination."

It would be better to say that the existence of this place itself is beyond imagination.

"Mr. Hermann, what are you doing here?" March 7 saw his fellow friend sitting at a long table covered with a white cloth, with a crystal ball and many long cards in front of him, and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Klein twirled his cane, and the wooden chair beneath him tilted backward, supporting itself at two corners to achieve a delicate static balance.

"As you can see, I made some money by fortune-telling for others before the exchange competition began." Klein sighed, "Unfortunately, there is not much business. The Tianji Pavilion over there is too popular."

Yinglong Tower is divided into areas according to the existing ten towers, but it does not restrict people from all walks of life from conducting transactions.

In fact, transactions conducted in Yinglong Tower will have corresponding city lord candidate points rewards and commissions, so there will be large and small activities held in the market in Zhutian City. Capable city lord candidates will find ways to attract people to participate and retain these temporary merchants.

The Xianwu Competition held previously was originally a larger event, but this time it was changed to an unprecedented scale.

"So, you are travelers from a more distant world?" Walter asked.

“Do those things matter, Mr. World?” Klein smiled and said, “They are all in the past. We are friends now.”

Walter nodded, agreeing with Klein's statement.

"Sir, excuse me for bothering you. Can you give me a calculation when you have time?"

While a few people were talking, a thin and handsome face stood out from the crowd.

He had sword-like eyebrows and fierce eyes, but his face was pale and looked haggard. His right sleeve was empty and an arm was missing. If one had a keen nose, one could smell a faint smell of blood.

"Is it true that the divination fee is arbitrary?" the man asked.

“Of course.” Klein nodded, and the wooden chair fell to the ground: “Please sit down.”

"These are the only martial arts I can give you." The man handed over a few martial arts books and said embarrassedly, "They are not worth much in this place."

“It’s okay, Mr. Yang Guo.” Klein took out a copy of The Return of the Condor Heroes and handed it to him.

“I’ve seen it.” Yang Guo said, “I just want to know which selection competition I should go to for the lottery so that I can meet a suitable opponent and improve my swordsmanship. I don’t want to run into those immortals who say they are martial artists.”

"Then please flip over a tarot card at random. Let me see this one. Go to the place you wanted to go according to your feeling," Klein interpreted.

After thanking them, Yang Guo walked towards the venue not far away from the others.

Soon, the sound of Dugu Qiubai fighting Yang Guo was heard from the field in front.

"This job is so simple, can I also further my studies in this area?" San Yueqi's eyes lit up.

"Want to learn?" Klein shuffled the tarot cards again. "I can teach you. It really won't take much time to learn."

“Okay, okay. Then I’ll leave it to Mr. German.” March 7 sat opposite Klein and listened carefully to him talking about the rules of divination and tarot cards.

not far away.
Xing watched this scene and tightly grasped the clothes on Su Lin's arm beside him.

"Qiong, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, Xingbao. I'm afraid too."

The corners of Su Lin's mouth twitched wildly, and he didn't even have time to place a bet in the newly opened Tiandao Lotto betting shop. Behind him, Lu Mingfei walked onto the wide stage and prepared for the competition.

Su Lin grabbed a wolf girl who was passing by with amazing charm, took out a handful of Zhutian City currency, pointed at Klein's position and said, "Help me kill those two prophets. Yes, kill them all."

"Lawrence, this guy is so weird!" The werewolf girl asked the white-haired man next to her for help: "There are so many weird people here."

(End of this chapter)