“They’re melting five thousand Pill-Saints and Alchemist Grandmasters into disposable system batteries?!”
On the front porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], Grandpa Yao was so furious his translucent Rank 7 soul-body glowed like a red-hot alchemy stove.
“That’s my old guild!” Grandpa Yao roared, slamming his fist against the wooden railing. “Three hundred years ago, the Heavenly Script Pavilion went around the lower realms arresting every high-rank alchemist who died of old age!
They stuffed our souls into rings and ordered us to play ‘wise old servant’ for greedy teenage sociopaths! Anyone who refused to help a Chosen One poison innocent clans got shipped to Sector 6!”
Gu Changsheng closed Overseer Cold-Scourge’s silver ledger and tucked it under his arm.
So that’s where all the ‘Ring-Grandpas’ in webnovels come from, Gu Changsheng thought, shaking his head in disgust. *If you bow to the Script Pavilion, you get locked inside a stinky teenager’s finger-ring until he devours your soul later in the story.
If you refuse, they lock you in a glass jar on Planet 6 and melt you into AA batteries. What a wonderful union contract.*
He patted Grandpa Yao’s shoulder and pointed toward the helm.
