Regardless of Qian Yuelong's true feelings, the decision to go to the City of Slaughter was ultimately made.
The good news is that she's not the only one going. Her two other friends, Hu Liena and Xie Yue, are also going.
The bad news is that she missed her two dear friends.
When she found Yue Guan and told him about it, Yue Guan had just returned from sending Hu Liena and Xie Yue to one of the entrances to the City of Slaughter with his partner Gui Mei.
Qian Yuelong: "......"
Fine, if it's a little slower, it's a little slower.
She returned to her residence in the back hills and began writing letters one after another.
Once inside the Killing City, there is absolutely no way to flexibly contact the outside world.
The maximum duration for each of the divine trials is five years. Conservatively speaking, she will have to stay in the City of Slaughter for at least three to four years.
Fang Yi and Yun Yi were promoted to elders of Yantian Palace when it was completed. With the help of the palace rules written by Qian Yuelong and other instructions, they managed Yantian Palace in an orderly manner.
The brother and sister were originally Qian Daoliu's tacit approval to give to Qian Yuelong's network of connections. With their promotion, they are now completely assigned to Qian Yuelong's faction and are absolutely loyal to her. She is very at ease with them managing the Yantian Palace during her absence.
While at the Spirit Hall Academy, she would occasionally go out for half a month to stay at the Yantian Hall to handle affairs and mentor those who had not yet grown up or ordinary people who were willing to work hard to cultivate.
In recent years, Yantian Palace has focused on recruiting talent and developing its foundation.
And now...
The Killing City is an important plot transition point, and some things need to be planned in advance to avoid becoming caught in a pincer movement as in the original plot.
It's time to let this batch of well-trained young falcons take their first flight.
......
In a remote town on the border of Tiandou, a hotel that had been struggling to make ends meet finally saw its first sale in three days.
A figure draped in a dark cloak stood in front of the three-story hotel, head slightly tilted back.
The wooden signboard, its edges already moldy, stubbornly hangs above the old door frame. Faint brown marks, resembling the strokes of calligraphy, obscure the original writing on the signboard. Only next to the door frame, which lacks a sliding door, are the words "Welcome," seemingly painted with animal blood, along with the words "Accommodation" and "Dining" below, indicating that this is a hotel that is currently in operation.
It's unbelievable that such a hotel is still open and hasn't gone out of business.
Upon entering the lobby, the lighting was dim, with only the service desk lit up.
The dim light faintly illuminated the outlines of the tables and chairs arranged in the lobby.
The man in the black robe paused slightly, and when he stepped down again, his shoes creaked on the wooden floor, startling the hotel receptionist who was dozing behind the counter.
"Welcome to our establishment. Are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?"
The sleepy voice was soft and ethereal, as if the person was still dreaming.
The receptionist's eyes weren't even fully open while she was speaking.
If complaints and negative reviews are allowed, then his score will definitely be negative.
"Checking in at a hotel."
The receptionist opened her sleepy eyes: "Standard room or superior room? Let me make it clear, all our superior rooms start at 5 gold soul coins. What price range are you looking for, sir? If you're on a budget, I recommend the Green Garden Suite, it's exactly 5 gold soul coins. If you have enough soul coins, you can go there."
The receptionist rattled off the elegant names of their suites.
But those prices were outrageous; anyone else who heard that would probably have immediately confronted them and started arguing with the receptionist.
But the man in black remained calm and directly revealed the precise price and suite specifications: "9 gold soul coins, one Biluo Pavilion room, underground."
One sentence was enough to wake up all the sleepyheads at the front desk.
He sat up abruptly, looking the black-robed man up and down as he precisely delivered the coded message.
It reaches the highest heavens and the deepest hells.
Although the suite he just introduced also had the name "Biluoge" in it, he never said that Biluoge was underground.
"are you sure?"
The receptionist scrutinized the well-hidden guest.
The fragrance is subtle, seemingly the scent of a perfume that girls like to use, and it's quite noticeable.
The black cloak, stained with a little mud and dust, clearly indicated that the person was a guest who had come from afar. It was just unknown which sect or family the young lady had run away from, and that she was even wearing perfume when traveling to the Killing City.
After mentally labeling this guest as pretentious, the receptionist narrowed her eyes and put on a smiling mask.
Beneath his simple clothes, his muscles were taut, and he spoke in the same tone as before: "Guest, if you wish to stay in the underground Biluo Pavilion, you are still missing one item of payment. Are you sure you don't want to stay in the Biluo Pavilion on the second floor, but rather in the underground one?"
"What's missing? A cup of Yellow Springs Dew?"
A sinister smile crept across the receptionist's lips: "No, sir, you will need to pay for two cups of Yellow Spring Dew."
The next second, a powerful burst of soul power erupted from the front desk, and five soul rings rose from beneath his feet, instantly expanding and transforming into arms with beast-like claws that swept towards the black-robed man's head.
This person is actually a Five-Ring Soul King!
"Because the consultation fee is also a cup of dew from the underworld!"
The imagined scene of brains splattering did not occur.
He didn't even feel the physical object; as the receptionist's pupils constricted, his vision spun.
With a loud thud, a dull thud was heard as the person fell to the ground.
There was no blood, no wounds.
The receptionist lay frozen on the ground, convulsing, her pupils dilated, as if the light of life was slowly fading away.
"Looks like it's worth a few cups of Yellow Spring Dew, right?"
The unharmed man in black robes stood half a meter away, looking at the twitching reception desk on the ground, and said thoughtfully.
The reversal of prey and hunter can happen in the blink of an eye.
"Slap, slap!"
A crisp clapping sound came from behind.
The hotel manager stood silently in the shadows of the corner, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly: “Yes, sir. But unfortunately, in addition to the consultation fee and room reservation fee, you will need to pay for two extra cups of Yellow Spring Dew. It is worth at most three cups, and you will need to pay for one more cup before I can introduce you to the Azure Pavilion.”
The so-called Yellow Spring Dew is blood.
After draining all the blood from the receptionist's veins, she could only fill three cups of Yellow Spring Dew. Two cups were used for consultation fees and room reservation fees, leaving one cup, and she was still one cup short.
There is no one else alive in this hotel besides the manager and her.
But the shopkeeper's words just now implied that the man in black robes should not be touched.
In other words, the missing cup can only be taken from the man in the black robe himself.
"What if it's exactly four cups?"
Qian Yuelong squatted down without looking up, a cold light flashing in her hand as she grasped a dagger. She slashed the other person's wrist, drawing blood.
The shop manager watched Qian Yuelong's skeptical behavior with tacit approval and silently used his soul power to push four cups to her.
Try it and you'll die.
The woman in front of the camera lost more blood and her life was fading even faster; her convulsions had lessened considerably.
Seeing that the receptionist was about to die, Qian Yuelong chuckled, and seven soul rings rose from beneath her feet.
The five black and two red lights illuminated the entire dimly lit lobby, stunning the unassuming store manager.
There are actually two 100,000-year soul rings!
The store manager's pupils dilated in shock as he watched the black-robed man's third ten-thousand-year soul ring flash with light beyond reason, and a blue-gold lotus phantom materialized beneath the dying receptionist, enveloping him.
A light frost froze his limbs and bones, the icy power healing the poison in him and rapidly restoring the large amount of blood he had lost.
Qian Yuelong watched the blood spill out, now increasing in volume, and uttered a devilish whisper:
"Now, he's worth four cups."
When the fourth cup of blood was full, Qian Yuelong coldly cut off the treatment.
The receptionist's body temperature was even colder.
—A side note—
Regarding her background in the previous chapter, Yue Long was indeed created out of thin air. She was simply introduced into the world through the power of a cheat system, and Bibi Dong did not actually suffer any secondary harm.
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