High atop the mile-high Pink Succubus Hypnosis Spire rising above the clouds of Supreme Sword Mountain. Nineteen-year-old Holy Son Chu Tian (Unstable Rank 5 Early) stood on the narrow crystal platform with his chin tilted forty-five degrees toward the afternoon sun.
Because the thick, swirling clouds of magenta hypnosis smoke blocked his view of the underground cavern a thousand feet below—and. Ten-year-old Gu Nian was steadily pumping pressurized Fermented Stinky-Tofu Brine into the severed lower pipes to keep the pressure gauge ticking—Chu Tian genuinely believed that Senior Elder Jian Cang. The ninety-nine Rank 5 Teaching Elders were being sucked dry at this very moment!
“Hahaha... feel that surging pressure in the tower pipes!”
Taking a deep breath (and wondering vaguely why the “vitality essence” of a hundred old sword elders smelled faintly like pickled cabbage and fermented bean curd). Chu Tian hurriedly burned the very last 3% emergency reserve of his system’s [Divine Prince Glamour Filter].
“Bah, old men always smell like sour pickle jars and rusty iron anyway,” Chu Tian muttered to himself. Waving a perfumed fan in front of his nose to scatter the rising stench of ten-year-old Gu Nian’s compost brine. “What matters is that the tower’s crystal pressure gauge is at one hundred percent!
