"Red? Two slots?"
Hearing Zhou Qiaoling's description, Zhong Yi's interest was immediately piqued.
He hadn't looted much, and everything he found, aside from his weapon, was a single-slot item.
Since he had never put his weapon into his inventory, he hadn't realized that weapons actually took up multiple slots.
"Junior Sister Zhou, let me take a look!"
Zhou Qiaoling protectively hugged the gold bar like a territorial animal guarding its food. However, considering Zhong Yi's character, she quickly tossed the gold bar out of her inventory.
"Junior Sister Zhou, do you have any other multi-slot items? Can I take a look at them all?"
Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow, feeling that his earlier hypothesis was being validated.
"Yeah... let me check."
Zhou Qiaoling nodded and began rummaging through her inventory.
"A purple Starfall Iron, a blue Dancing Songstress, a gold Runic Ruler..."
Before Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue, items of various colors spilled out onto the ground one after another, leaving the two men dumbfounded.
"You're way too greedy...!!"
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth and turned to run out of the Deacon Hall, hoping to take the opportunity to scavenge some rooms that Zhou Qiaoling hadn't stripped clean yet.
"Don't bother looking, you idiot brother! I've already looted this whole side clean~"
Zhou Qiaoling reminded him with a cheeky grin.
"Dammit!!!"
Zhou Yue roared at the sky, forced to vent his anger on an Asara Shield Cultivator who was slowly approaching the door with a raised shield.
Meanwhile, Zhong Yi looked at the various items laid out on the ground, a smile suddenly tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I get it now!"
"In this illusion realm, the number of slots an item occupies is related to its physical size..."
"And the more slots it takes, the higher its value!"
Hearing Zhong Yi's analysis, Zhou Yue, who had just finished off the Asara Shield Cultivator, felt his heart start to pound wildly the moment he opened the enemy's loot bag.
Because inside the Asara Shield Cultivator's inventory, a massive six-slot shadow was glaringly obvious!
"What!? The more slots, the more expensive? Then I've struck it rich, hahaha!"
Zhou Yue laughed uproariously, staring intently as the shield cultivator's inventory rolled slot by slot, his heartbeat accelerating.
"Six slots! It's six slots!! My luck has finally turned!!!"
"What?? My unlucky brother actually rolled a six-slot item???"
Zhou Qiaoling said in disbelief.
So far, the largest item she had looted was a four-slot Golden Compass, and it was a gold-tier item at that.
In her mind, a six-slot item was absolutely going to be incredible.
It had to be gold-tier at the very least!
"I, Zhou Yue, have finally obtained... uh? A Bag of Corn??"
Staring at the blue-background A Bag of Corn, the corner of Zhou Yue's mouth twitched slightly.
"What the hell? A bag of corn?"
"...That's right, a bag of corn."
"What color?"
"Blue."
"Hahahahaha!! Did this shield cultivator just finish farming before coming out to fight?"
Zhou Qiaoling couldn't help but clutch her stomach and burst into laughter.
"Hmph, it's still a six-slot item! It's worth nearly thirty thousand spirit stones!"
Zhou Yue stubbornly placed A Bag of Corn into his inventory, only to feel his body suddenly sink under the sheer weight.
Taking another look at A Bag of Corn, the description stated that a special spiritual medicine was used during its cultivation, making it ten times heavier than normal corn...
"Old Zhou, you can't calculate value like that."
Zhong Yi poured another bucket of cold water on Zhou Yue.
"Six slots for thirty thousand spirit stones means the average value per slot is only five thousand... If I recall correctly, most blue items are worth around ten thousand each."
"..."
The corner of Zhou Yue's mouth twitched once more.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. How did he end up picking up such a piece of trash?
Not only was it heavy as hell, but it was also a damn cheap knockoff!
Exasperated, Zhou Yue pulled A Bag of Corn out of his inventory and threw it viciously onto the ground.
"Ouch!!!"
The corn smashed heavily onto his toes, and his health bar symbolically dropped by 1 point.
"We've finished searching the East Tower... If I remember correctly, doesn't the Administrative Palace have two buildings?"
Zhou Qiaoling pointed to the west.
There was a long corridor connecting the East and West Towers, cluttered with miscellaneous items scattered all over.
Just then, a thunderous, fierce burst of gunfire erupted from the west.
"Someone's fighting!"
Zhou Yue's eyes immediately lit up with burning excitement.
"This gunfire... it doesn't sound ordinary at all!"
Zhong Yi couldn't help but frown.
The gunshots from the West Tower were dense and crisp, firing at an extremely high rate of speed—vastly different from the Mingju 15 they were using.
"Who the hell is afraid! The better his gun, the more excited I get!"
Without another word, Zhou Yue hoisted his gun and charged into the corridor.
Having suffered repeated setbacks in looting, he desperately needed a fight to vent his frustration.
At this point, even if a Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao showed up, he'd still have to exchange a few blows with it!
"I support you, bro! I'll back you up from the first floor!"
Zhou Qiaoling blinked her eyes and scampered downstairs in a flash.
"Oh? Since when did my little sister become so sensible?"
Zhou Yue felt a brief warmth in his heart before quickly realizing something was wrong.
"Damn it!! You definitely heard the gunshots on the second floor and just want to go scavenge the first floor all by yourself!!!"
Just as he spoke, the gunfire in the West Tower, accompanied by a few short screams, suddenly came to a dead halt.
Zhou Yue instantly held his breath, raising his Mingju 15 and instinctively tilting his head to rest against the gunstock.
He slowed his footsteps to a crawl, the creaking of his soles against the iron plates drifting through the air.
As he drew closer to the West Tower, an eerie melody suddenly exploded in his ears.
For some reason, it made his hair stand on end.
"Old Zhou! Something's wrong!"
Zhong Yi suddenly realized he seemed to have missed something when checking the map earlier. Opening it again, he found that the landmark for the Administration Palace was surrounded by a massive red circle.
Above it, a prominent display read:
[Boss Activity Zone]
"There's a huge boss here!!!"
Just as Zhong Yi shouted this warning through the voice transmission jade slip, a set of incredibly hurried footsteps came from Zhou Yue's left.
After the sound of a dodge roll, a sinister laugh echoed out.
"I see you, little rat!"
Zhou Yue's heart instantly sank.
In the beginner's tutorial, the Instructor had told them that each squad's communication was transmitted exclusively through their respective voice transmission jade slips.
Different squads could not communicate by speaking!
Which meant...
This spine-chilling, sinister voice wasn't made by a player, but by an NPC, like the rogue cultivators of Asara!
Combined with Zhong Yi's analysis, it was obviously the boss guarding the Administration Palace!
"Heh, a boss? Perfect timing! Watch me skin your..."
Instead of feeling fear, Zhou Yue laughed, his will to fight ignited once more.
He was confident that when it came to combat, he didn't fear anyone!
However, before he could finish his sentence, a black silhouette suddenly rolled out from the corner of the dark corridor ahead.
The shadow's speed was incredibly fast. The moment it stood still, Zhou Yue only had time to make out a red mask and a black cloak.
Then came the muzzle flash, so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!!"
A barrage of spirit bullets, flashing with purple flames, spewed from the boss's gun.
Almost instantly, before Zhou Yue could even pull his own trigger, he felt a wave of dizziness hit his forehead.
Two spirit bullets embedded themselves between his brows, and Zhou Yue's health bar was instantly emptied!
"Holy shit!?"
Zhou Yue let out a cry of shock.
Fast.
It was simply too fast!
Bullets fired from the opponent's weapon like a torrential downpour, entirely relentless.
Zhou Yue, having just fallen to the ground, didn't even have time to crawl before he was instantly reduced to a corpse.
[Evil Lord Yide (Boss) has slain Bu Po Bu Li!]
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
