King of Cold Jokes More Like Underworld Humor

After the Wei faction's operation report concluded, Lin Yu was inwardly astonished.

Attacking right off the bat?

When Du Ruxue spoke first, didn’t she sound quite friendly?

Yet now, she struck without the slightest hesitation!

The entire Shu faction, whose city had just been announced as plundered, exchanged bewildered glances, their shock palpable.

Chi Qingshui, the Shu faction’s leader, raised her hand and asked:

"God Moderator, wasn’t it said that only the [Grand General] could launch attacks during the day?

Why were two players from the Wei faction able to initiate plundering moves?"

Ying'er explained:

"Good question. The [Phantom Assassin] belongs to the ghost faction, and the troops she commands are spectral soldiers.

This doesn’t conflict with the Grand General’s daytime attacks—they operate independently!"

The entire room of players: "!!!"

Some slower players finally realized:

Why had Du Ruxue been willing to sacrifice her team’s resources to pressure the neutral factions into making a choice?

Their [Banished Immortal General] didn’t consume resources when attacking.

Moreover, they could attack twice in a single turn—their overall strength was formidable!

Sacrificing a little?

That was just a drop in the bucket!

What did it even matter?

At the moment, Du Ruxue faced quite a few judgmental stares from others.

She, however, remained utterly unfazed.

In business warfare, who would ever genuinely compromise their core interests just to please others?

It was all about dangling bait and waiting for the fish to bite.

If some fell for it, well—

It just proved human greed was innate.

No one could blame her.

Lin Yu, standing as a neutral observer, now found himself thoroughly entertained, adopting a "the stage is set, let the show begin" mentality.

Go on, keep watching.

Serves you right for trusting the wrong people!

What good could you expect from the Wei Corporation anyway?

What he was really looking forward to, though, was the upcoming live performance.

Fang Xinran and Chang Xiaoxiao activated their character skills, requiring them to present a "designated act."

Fang Xinran volunteered:

"Should I go first?"

God Moderator Ying'er interjected:

"Hold on. Before the performance begins, the leaders of the Wu and Shu factions, who lost their cities, must face their penalties.

For each city lost, two cups of penalty drinks."

Chi Qingshui: "Two cups?!"

Shen Jiuyi: "..."

Lin Yu stifled a laugh.

Ying'er was truly devious.

Being a faction leader wasn’t easy—who knew there’d be a drinking penalty, and without prior warning too?

Were they worried each team would pick someone with a high alcohol tolerance?

As soon as Ying'er finished speaking, Shen Jiuyi fearlessly complied, picking up two small glasses of red wine from the tea table and downing them in one go.

What was drinking to her?

She was naturally immune to intoxication.

But when it was Chi Qingshui’s turn, things got difficult.

Xia Xiashan, the curator from the same faction, stood up and asked:

"God Moderator, can someone else drink on her behalf?"

Ying'er replied:

"Yes, but they’d have to drink double the amount."

Hearing "double," Chi Qingshui immediately rushed to the wine table, not wanting to trouble Xia Xiashan:

"Double is too much. Two cups… I can handle it."

Her team had chosen her as leader out of trust.

How could she betray that trust with her strong sense of responsibility?

Fortunately, the cups were small, and two were manageable.

She closed her eyes, grimaced, and forced down the two glasses before returning to her seat.

Little Chi, from a different faction, clapped her hands lightly at her sister’s display of courage.

Chen Qimeng patted Chi Qingshui’s back in concern and asked gently:

"Are you okay? If there’s another drinking round, Qingshui, don’t force yourself.

Even if it’s four small cups, we’ll drink them for you.

The point of the game is to have fun, not end up feeling sick."

Chi Qingshui nodded, mustering her spirits:

"Don’t worry, Aunt Qimeng.

This is… a good chance to build up my alcohol tolerance.

I rarely drink, but maybe I’m like Little Chi—our constitutions should be similar."

Little Chi, hearing her sister’s words, glanced down at her fruit wine.

She wasn’t that great at drinking either.

Just then, a bottle of yogurt was placed in front of her.

Chi Qingchi looked up in delight:

"The world’s best Lin Yu, you even have yogurt?!"

Lin Yu carried a small box, distributing bottles to everyone while saying:

"One per person. Who knows who might have to drink later?

A little yogurt forms a protective layer in the stomach, reducing the irritation from alcohol."

When he handed one to Chi Qingshui, he added:

"Especially for girls who aren’t good with alcohol—extra caution is needed."

[Ding!]

[Brilliant move! The Saint’s special care warms his Dao Companion’s heart!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Chi Qingshui clutched the yogurt bottle and nodded obediently.

Though the yogurt was cold from the fridge, it felt warm in her hands.

Lin Yu’s actions reminded her of…

That graduation year, when she shook hands with the entire class just to hold one person’s hand.

However—

[Ding!]

[Brilliant move! The Saint’s thoughtful concern deeply moves his Dao Companion!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

[Ding!]

[Brilliant move…]

[Ding!]

[Brilliant move…]

With the penalty drinks over, Ying'er gestured for Fang Xinran to begin her performance.

Fang Xinran stood up and announced:

"My skill requires me to perform by tellin’ a spooky story that ‘appened to me in front o’ everyone…"

Her unique accent was almost too much to bear.

The others struggled not to laugh, knowing it’d be impolite, but they all held it in.

However—

Tang Yimian, Fang Xinran’s closest friend, teased:

"Alright then, please share yer ‘orror story!"

That broke the dam.

The entire room burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Yimian, you just killed my karma!"

"Hahaha! Teacher Fang, how do your students not complain about you?"

"Hey, hey, no need to be mean—has no one called the education bureau?"

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop laughing!"

Fang Xinran, though eccentric, took the jokes in stride.

In fact, she was delighted she could make everyone laugh.

Once the laughter died down, she continued cheerfully:

"Guess I’m the comedian today. Let me tell you about a creepy childhood experience.

When I was about six or seven, I slept next to a corpse for three days and nights… then started running a high fever."

A few people, still lingering in the humor of her accent, couldn’t wipe the smiles off their faces fast enough.

Now, their expressions froze in horror.

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(That’s all for today, folks! More updates tomorrow—thanks for your support!)