Chapter 209
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Chapter 209: Title
Jiang Nan remained unaware that his Food District stood on the brink of upheaval.
Food District
This gastronomic paradise teemed with life even as the exchange meeting commenced. By noon, the swelling crowds would overflow.
As Lord of the Dead, Satan rarely ventured into the human realm—particularly under the watchful eyes of three elder brothers determined to curb his mischief.
(He conveniently forgot how his last American excursion sparked a biohazard crisis, deeming their vigilance excessive.)
Bored by tier two practitioners’ skirmishes, Satan wandered alone after Waylin’s departure. Eventually, he found himself drifting toward the Food District.
Amidst the throngs, spotting acquaintances seemed improbable. Yet Satan’s attunement to death’s essence—ghostly energies and mortal decay—pierced through the chaos. His teeth sank into a skewered dumpling as he followed the tantalizing trail. Whoever concealed their aura might as well have waved a banner before the underworld sovereign.
The realm of the dead had barred its God of Death from this gathering. With only Waylin accompanying him from the Western underworld, these foreign traces must belong to Eastern underworld interlopers. Memories of endless paperwork from their last conclave twisted his lips downward.
"Eastern envoys, hmm? This demands…clarification."
Approaching a vendor’s stall surrounded by adults and children, Satan’s gaze locked onto four black-robed figures with flowing hair—attire mirroring Eastern judges’ attendants. A lingering spirit drew only his peripheral notice; he knew the East permitted posthumous cultivation, though such manifestations in the mortal realm were rare.
His adolescent disguise—eccentric but unremarkable in this sea of sartorial oddities—allowed undisturbed observation. The Yin Chai, though inferior in rank, eventually sensed his prolonged scrutiny.
Zhan Yuan turned from corralling rowdy youngsters (parenting nine underworld heirs had honed his skills) to find his Yin Chai companions locked in a staring contest with a peculiar youth.
"Acquaintances?" Zhan Yuan blinked.
Blue Star’s divine record bore Satan’s blurred profile from his American misadventure—insufficient for recognition, even had Zhan Yuan studied it.
"He’s been watching us," a Yin Chai murmured.
Zhan Yuan’s imagination spiraled: Were the pale, striking officials attracting unwanted attention? Though the youth’s own comeliness made this theory dubious…
"Silence your vulgar conjectures."
Zhan Yuan’s heart lurched. Mind-reading? An Awakened Power?
Satan’s eye twitched. Eastern spirits’ absurdity never ceased—their very souls seemed engineered to inflate his paperwork.
"This exchange concerns mortals," he snapped. "Why do Eastern underworld officials trespass here?"
Hu Mei glanced over from her shopping. "Who’s that?"
Ao Lan’s tongue swiped his melting ice cream. "Trouble, judging by their faces." He’d monitored the exchange, awaiting provocation.
The black-clothed youth’s cultivation felt deceptively simple, a primal instinct warning him he was no match for the opponent before him.
Battleground Guest Seats
"Champion, who do you predict will prevail below?" Tu Shan Yue inquired with a fox-like smile, her unexpected cordiality making Jiang Nan momentarily flustered.
Her courtesy stemmed purely from his position as Heavenly Law Battleground’s overseer—even mediocrity gained prestige when touched by cosmic principles. Though lacking martial prowess, Jiang Nan’s worldly experience recognized the diplomatic trap. Below them, an Eastern Spiritual Cultivator clashed with a Western wizard.
"Western magic networks remain barred from our lands," Tu Shan Yue pressed. "How do their wizards channel power here?"
Jiang Nan chose his words carefully. "They’ve developed a New System. Similar to our Understanding the Heart of Heaven and Exploring the Principles of All Things, but focused on manipulating primal laws…" His gaze shifted meaningfully to the elf priest beside them. "This expert could elucidate better."
【Absolute abuse of power! Sitting between beauties while we watch from nosebleed seats!】
【Since when do Spiritual Cultivators brawl like barbarians??】
【That sword-drawing flourish though—10/10 style points!】
【Fool! True masters master ALL ranges!】
【Staffs clashing, robes tearing…is this magic or mortal combat?!】
The crowd roared as combatants tumbled from the arena in an explosive finale. Though mouths chanted "friendship first," every participant knew the unspoken truth—national humiliation trended faster than wildfire across livestreams.
Mountain and Sea Realm
Tier-two ascension had merged Shennongjia’s primordial jungles with alien badlands where amber soil sprouted crystalline flora. Zhongxia’s engineers now labored alongside spirit cultivators, laying fiber-optic veins through territories soon to fully manifest.
The arrangement proved mutually beneficial—while demon lords disdained shed scales and molted feathers, Zhongxia’s strategists calculated each iridescent fragment’s worth in billions. Nine-tiered beings were walking vaults, their very dandruff funding national budgets.
Ao Ming’s draconic form coiled through stratocumulus, senses straining for his brother’s aura. Here, unshackled from human realm constraints, his power rippled freely…until a white-maned figure materialized before him.
"You seek the Dragon Lord?" Bai Ze’s horn shimmered with foreknowledge. The ninth of nine demon lords tilted his head, mane catching starlight. "Curious he left you unguided."
Ao Ming bowed, recognizing wisdom accumulated through millennia. "Your guidance would be treasured, venerable one."
