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Chapter 1589: Chapter 316: All Right, All Right

The Void, a crevice between dimensions, a giant barren land floating in the Void, filled with nothing but bare giant rocks.

Suddenly, a trembling hand appeared on one of the giant rocks, followed by a ragged sleeve attached to the arm.

Finally, the owner of the trembling hand, after what seemed like endless struggles, managed to climb onto the giant rock, lying on it like a dead dog—Tai Yinzi.

The afro wig was gone—who knows how many Void Primordial Demons he encountered before it was snatched away.

Does the Black Soul need to breathe?

Of course not, the Black Soul doesn’t even need food… Heaven knows why Tai Yinzi was gasping for breath at this moment?

“Scared the hell out of me; if I had known it would be like this, I would never agree to the master’s request, even if it kills me, to come to this godforsaken place!”

Ambition? Become the King of Black Soul? Impossible, not in this lifetime! The Void Primordial Demons here are super powerful, gigantic in size, and it hurts when they hit—don’t like it here at all!

Tai Yinzi didn’t even know how long he’d been wandering in this godforsaken place… The entrance to the so-called Transcenders’ Headquarters, Void’s Lost Paradise, Eternal Night Palace, hadn’t been seen, and he’d nearly lost his life five, six, seven, eight times—truly too dangerous.

Let’s just lie down for a while… and be quiet.

The five-hundred-year-old ghost slowly closed his eyes—this laziness must have developed on Main God Mountain during the Emerald Fantasy, but unfortunately, there was no group of servants here to attend to him… Hmm, not even a ghost could be seen.

“Eh? Where did this refugee come from?”

At this moment, a rough voice was heard.

Tai Yinzi was stunned; he couldn’t accurately calculate how long he had been in the dimension’s crevice, feeling that it had been a long time—what’s it like not hearing human voices for a long time?

Once you hear a human voice, it’s inevitable that you’ll become excited—only, how could there be someone speaking here besides him?

Damn it!

Tai Yinzi jumped up, only to see on the giant rock a man who had somehow appeared, wearing clogs, dressed in wandering samurai attire, holding a wine jar and with two Japanese swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist.

“Excuse me, brother ahead, might you be Brother Musashi!” Tai Yinzi shivered and asked.

The newcomer… Master Musashi looked at the tattered old man with surprise and curiosity, “You know me?”

“I don’t know you! But someone I know knows you!” Tai Yinzi quickly ran up, “Da Zhe! I’m a friend of Da Zhe’s, he introduced me here to pay respects to you!”

Indeed, Master Musashi was introduced by Da Zhe to Tai Yinzi before he set off—to help Tai Yinzi recognize Master Musashi at first sight. Da Zhe not only carefully described Musashi’s appearance but even casually drew Musashi’s portrait—not exactly a soul painter’s style, so it could barely be recognized.

Consider it repaying the favor of having Tai Yinzi hide the Magic Mirror on Main God Mountain.

“Oh? Introduced by Da Zhe?” Master Musashi scrutinized him again, even more curiously, “What did he introduce you to do here?”

Tai Yinzi had his lines prepared, “I, the humble Taoist, have long admired the Void’s Lost Paradise. Now, fortunate circumstances allow me to ascend to this outer realm, truly overjoyed! I heard the Transcenders Organization is undoubtedly the number one force in the Void, hence my visit to pay respects, hoping to join the master’s organization!”

“Heh…” Master Musashi laughed casually, “I see… alright, since you’re introduced by Da Zhe, come with me then.”

Didn’t expect it to be this smooth!

Could it be that the Taoist finally had a stroke of luck, a lucky turn?

Tai Yinzi immediately changed his appearance, the ragged clothes vanishing, shifting into a form with an immortal demeanor, “Very well, very well! By the way, heard Master Musashi is the Gatekeeper of Eternal Night Palace, why appear in this barren land? Is Eternal Night Palace far from here?”

“Oh, just wandering outside, after all, it’s just at the doorstep.” Master Musashi laughed heartily, pointing to the barren land below.

Tai Yinzi leaned over to look, and saw beneath the barren land, a quaint palace silently floating… What the heck!

“Oh, by the way, joining us requires a test, even if you’re introduced by Da Zhe.” Master Musashi suddenly turned back, “Rules are rules… But don’t worry, since you’re introduced by Da Zhe, with my friendship with Da Zhe, the test will just be a formality.”

“Great, great!” The Taoist, knowing things are easier with acquaintances, grinned, “Rest assured, I won’t make things difficult for Master Musashi.”

“Don’t worry, the test is just a mere formality.” Master Musashi nodded, “Here’s a coordinate token, recording the left side of a place. Go to that place and pick some Bloodline Fruits, and the test will be considered passed.”

If it’s only picking some fruits, that hardly counts as a test, right? Even if it’s a mere formality, couldn’t it be less obvious? Tai Yinzi suddenly felt there might be something fishy about this, looking at Master Musashi with suspicion.

Master Musashi spoke seriously, “That’s right, this place is a required trial for joining us. But rest assured, it’s long been cleared by some of our members, it’s quite safe now. You must know, since you’re introduced by Da Zhe, with my friendship with Da Zhe, I would never put you in danger, so just go ahead, at most you’ll encounter one or two newly born Void Primordial Demons, and you’re definitely able to handle them… Speaking of which, if you can’t handle one or two newly born demons, even if you’re introduced by Da Zhe, I really can’t help you.”

Tai Yinzi estimated that if it was just one or two newly born Void Primordial Demons, he would indeed have no fear… He nodded, “Very well, very well, I’ll do as Master Musashi said! I’ll definitely bring back the Bloodline Fruits for the master!”

“Here are the coordinates! And this is my token.” Master Musashi took out two tokens and handed them to Tai Yinzi, “If you encounter trouble inside, just take out my token; others will give me some face and won’t trouble you, after all, you’re introduced by my brother Da Zhe!”

“Great, great!” Tai Yinzi happily took the belongings.

If someone has connections, go behind, manipulate things… These tasks, he had done so many times before being tricked into the jade token by Junior Sister Yu Sanniang five hundred years ago. Now witnessing Master Musashi’s operation, he felt like encountering a fellow spirit, with eyes smiling like crescent moons.

“Be careful along the way.” Master Musashi advised him again, “The Bloodline Fruits disappear once they hit the ground, ordinary items can’t hold them, you better catch them by hand… Uh, maybe that’s the only difficulty.”

“No problem, just a small matter.” Tai Yinzi nodded repeatedly—Master Musashi is not bad at all, Da Zhe seems to have decent connections in the Transcender Organization, letting him gain such benefits.

Really enjoy opportunism!

“By the way, mind telling the name of the place Master Musashi is sending the Taoist to?” Tai Yinzi paused to ask before departing.

Master Musashi casually said, “It’s called the Place of the Voidfall, ordinary, people in the crevice know it, just a place with a bunch of rocks.”

“I see…” Tai Yinzi nodded, turning into a wisp of black mist, slowly flying off the barren land.

Master Musashi waved him off, sending him off on his way, “Good luck! If you return alive, I’ll take you to meet the king~”

Joining the Transcender Organization has no real assessments… If there are any, it’s just about entering the Throne Room once, audited by the throne on duty.

As for why Master Musashi gave Tai Yinzi such an assessment…

“Hmm… One look and you can tell he’s a Double-Crosser, how could Da Zhe know such a guy?”

In any case… Tai Yinzi has successfully contacted the Transcender Organization.

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Sunday, rest day, students are free to move around the town – of course, many choose this time to improve their studies, as this university has always been exporting a large number of elites to Britannia.

So even though this university makes the town prosperous, the rest days still don’t see many students… Occasionally catching sight of one, perhaps it’s because of exhaustion from study, taking a break to relax.

“Luo Qiu, you’re here!”

While wandering, Boss Luo bumped into Teacher Prin on the street – Teacher Prin was wearing his eternal white shirt and black trousers, still sporting white gloves, though this time carrying a bag of soil.

That’s right, soil, even fresh soil with moss.

“Just wandering.” Luo Qiu smiled and said: “Teacher seems busy.”

“A bit.” Teacher Prin replied casually, this town is really small, running into someone randomly isn’t strange – even seeing them every day isn’t weird.

After a few casual conversations on the road, they each went their way, Teacher Prin seemed to be hurrying somewhere – the direction of the town hospital.

Boss Luo walked slowly on the ancient roads of the town, like a winemaker waiting quietly for the fermentation of sweet aromas, sometimes present, sometimes absent, as if walking in a world devoid of people, freely.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a church, curiously looking inside.

——If there isn’t much to do, why not visit the church, today is rest day, the Father of the church will conduct a service.

This was Teacher Prin’s suggestion before he left.

Standing in front of the church, Boss Luo curiously examined the iconic cross on top of the church… He smiled slightly and walked in.

At this time, believers coming to the church for service also began arriving one after another.

…

At a corner of the still bay, a massive warplane slowly landed, because it used a custom Magic Technique ordered from the Magician’s Association, at least before causing a stir in the sea upon landing, it went unnoticed.

Of course, it wouldn’t attract attention now either, given it was on a corner by the cliffs.

A figure quickly ejected from the hidden warplane, and then appeared on the beach… Knight Agency’s Clown Knight, Dagonet.

“Hmm, the former prime minister at least did one good thing, left a base, this warplane is quite convenient…” stepping on fine sand, Mr. Clown quite felt like skipping work for a vacation here.

Of course, it was just a thought.

At this time, waiting at a spot on the beach before the hidden warplane landed, two figures immediately rushed over as Dagonet touched down.

Two adult males of Caucasian descent, one tall, one short.

Dagonet casually glanced, “Are you two the knights stationed in this town?”

“Yes! Lord Dagonet!” the tall man said respectfully: “I’m Marvin, and he is Wickdor!”

“You know what I’m here to do, right?” Dagonet thought and said.

The two nodded in unison, the tall Marvin continued: “We’ve received Gareth’s email… Dagonet, during your stay in the town, Wickdor and I will fully assist you in investigating the Holy Church refugee issue. We already have initial information on their whereabouts, they’re hiding in an apartment in town, Dagonet, what do you think…”

“No hurry.” Dagonet squinted his eyes and smiled, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

Marvin and Wickdor exchanged a look, then shook their heads. They’ve been up all night following orders from the Fog Capital Knight Agency Headquarters.

“Come, I’ll treat you to breakfast.” Dagonet stepped between the two, putting an arm around each of their shoulders, and laughed: “Gentlemen, trust me, you’ll need a hearty breakfast today, preferably with youthful girls working part-time in a restaurant for tuition! Youthful girls, mark that!”

“Lord Dagonet?”

“Don’t speak, just follow like this.” Surprisingly, Dagonet suddenly whispered.

Marvin and Wickdor, though not promoted to the Fog Capital Knight Agency Headquarters, are elite knights properly trained by the Knight Agency, upon hearing Dagonet’s words, were instantly startled… could there be enemies lurking?

The two immediately became alert.

Short Wickdor quickly smiled and said: “Then you must try the special breakfast from here!”

“Oh! Knight Wickdor! Trust me, I must be your Noble, just treat me well, I’ll be happy to request Gareth for transfer orders to move you back from this ghost place to the Fog Capital!” Mr. Clown smiled cheerfully.

Whether Lord Dagonet was acting or just speaking casually, Knight Wickdor took it seriously!

“Certainly, certainly!”

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PS: Missed a day earlier, this chapter makes up for it.