Inside the quiet cultivation chamber behind the Lord’s Hall, Pei Xuan sat cross-legged on a warm white-jade mat. Outside the door, Old Wei stood guard with his heavy black-iron broadsword, while Old Yellow the dragon-camel lay curled up like a giant golden hill, snoring softly and blowing warm steam rings out of his nostrils.
Before Pei Xuan went to Border Market Town to deal with the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s scam shops, he had a simple rule: always upgrade your own fist before you go slapping someone else’s face.
According to Abacus Su’s intelligence files, the Nine-Tailed Fox Matriarch Su Meiniang was an old monster at Rank 6 Mid Golden Core. Her fox-charm illusions were famous across the Southern Demon Lands because they didn’t just trick the eyes—they slipped through a cultivator’s pores and dizzy-locked their spiritual sense. Even a normal Rank 6 Golden Core warrior could fall into a daydream and sign away his own pants if he wasn’t careful.
“Illusions are just cold mist and crooked light,” Pei Xuan murmured, opening his Fusion Cube interface in mid-air. “And what is the natural enemy of cold mist? A hotter sun.”
He checked his current Loyalty Point balance. Thanks to the three hundred million citizens riding his buses, eating hotpot, and working along the highways, his daily income had already climbed to 8.3 Billion LP/day, and his personal treasury held more than 25 Billion LP in ready cash.
