Chapter 315: The Internet Cafe is Only Worthy of the Strong Entering (Bonus Chapter 13 for Average Subscriptions)

"Take this token and go to the Origin Internet Club in the 36th District to trade items with the staff at machine number 36?" After the auction ended, Daoist Red Wing learned of this message, and his expression instantly darkened. "What on earth are you playing at?!"

One had to know that this was a spell he had spent over three hundred thousand spirit crystals to purchase, and it absolutely could not be lost!

But now they wanted him to go to some Origin Internet Club to get it? What kind of situation was this?!

Couldn't they just give it to him directly?!

Why couldn't they go get it and give it to him themselves?!

Of course, if he knew at this moment that he not only had to go to the Origin Internet Club but also had to play a game called The Legend, it was unknown whether he would cough up blood.

"Are you sure you aren't messing with me?!" Daoist Red Wing's expression turned somewhat unfriendly.

"Does Your Excellency think my Hidden Heaven Pavilion needs to do such a thing for a mere three hundred thousand or so spirit crystals?" A cold voice echoed from behind him, none other than Ning Bi.

Daoist Red Wing's heart skipped a beat. Remembering the rumors about this person, his face changed several times before he finally managed to say, "Then I shall make a trip to the Origin Internet Club!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve and stormed off!

"This auction house is no good..." Fang Qi frowned with a look of displeasure. "I waited for so long, and in the end, not a single useful thing appeared."

As he said this, he looked up and saw Ning Bi looking over from ahead with a pair of emerald-green eyes.

The few people beside him felt a chill run through their bodies almost instantly, as if they were being stared down by a venomous snake!

"Little brother, tell me what you want that wasn't there." She sized up Fang Qi with great interest. No one had ever dared to say such things inside the Hidden Heaven Pavilion before.

"Tell me about it. If Big Sister has it, maybe I can give it to you."

"That good?" Fang Qi's eyes lit up, and he said thoughtlessly, "Spirit marrow, bones of the powerful, deep-sea cold iron, blood soul crystals. I sat here for half the day and didn't wait out a single one of them. Do you have any?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the soft flesh at his waist get pinched. Turning his head, he glared at Xi Yue beside him. "Why did you pinch me?"

Xi Yue's pretty face turned dark. She could no longer tell whether Fang Qi was truly stupid or just acting dumb.

In the entire Morning Star Sea, no one could take this demoness's things for free!

...

And at this time, in order to avoid being unable to find a spot during the trade, Jin Wu had already gone ahead to the Origin Internet Club to claim a computer. Eight hours of game time was enough to wait until the auction ended.

Daoist Red Wing strode out of the Hidden Heaven Pavilion. The 36th District was a bustling street near the inner city, so it wasn't considered far. "I will go see what kind of tricks you are playing!"

The moment Daoist Red Wing stepped out of the Hidden Heaven Pavilion, several hidden figures in the darkness had already silently followed him!

It wasn't even just from one faction!

"The target has appeared, the item should be in hand!" a dark shadow hidden in the gloom whispered.

"Follow him! Move as soon as he leaves the inner city!"

...

"Hmm?" Almost the instant he walked out of the inner city, Daoist Red Wing noticed something amiss.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly became even darker, and the surrounding air grew so gloomy it seemed about to drip water!

Thunder rumbled in the heavens, and the surrounding air was so oppressive it felt suffocating.

"Is it going to rain?"

Stepping forward, he did not wait for raindrops to fall; what he met instead was only a wave of cold, murderous intent!

"Heh!" Daoist Red Wing sneered. His face, etched with countless lines from the vicissitudes of time, held only stark solemnity. "Come out! I already expected that the path to the Origin Internet Club would not be peaceful! I just didn't expect that any random small fry would dare to block my path!"

"Arrogant!"

"Seeking death!"

A sinister wind howled, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

Along with several low shouts, a streak of dark light, like a black snake hidden in the shadows, slithered silently along the ground toward Daoist Red Wing!

Daoist Red Wing poured spiritual energy into both feet, and immediately along the ground beneath him, a wisp of crimson spiritual flame suddenly ignited!

This patch of spiritual flame was like crimson glazed glass, born in the wind yet standing firmly unmoved!

The black snake that had just attacked flew back in terror, as if it had encountered something incredibly terrifying.

Suddenly, he chanted softly under his breath, and the spiritual flame burst forth violently! It transformed almost everything in the surroundings into a scorched earth!

Within the flames, only cries of shock and screams of agony remained.

"Overestimating yourselves!" Just when he thought so, he saw even more cultivators surging toward him from ahead!

The patch of fire condensed rapidly, quickly turning into a blazing firebird as red as glazed glass, resting on his shoulder.

"Kill!" The spiritual light of countless Dharma treasures burst forth like a fireworks display, multicolored light flooding toward him overwhelmingly!

"Screech—!" A clear bird cry rang out. The blazing firebird spread its red wings and suddenly transformed into a terrifying tide of raging flames! It surged back with a momentum even greater than those Dharma treasures!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless Dharma treasures exploded into pieces within the raging flames, and their owners were swept away and submerged by this tide of fire in the next instant!

The path from the inner city to the 36th District was not considered long, but there were always countless greedy people who dragged this path out longer and longer!

Rogue cultivators with nothing to fear, who could be killed without worrying about retaliation—most cultivators held this mindset. More people wanted to drain his spiritual energy, for many ants could bite an elephant to death. Sacrificing a few subordinates would be an absolute bargain if it could win them a rare treasure!

Daoist Red Wing's eyes were like torches as he forged a bloody, fiery path toward the Origin Internet Club!

Boom!

A massive clap of thunder rang out, and a lightning snake fell from the sky, painting the entire world stark white.

It was close; he was getting closer and closer to the Origin Internet Club.

The fierce wind howled, and several ghost-like shadows stood askew on the road ahead.

The lightning flashed, and the person before him had a face as white as paper, looking more like a life-claiming malevolent ghost from the netherworld!

The leader had a narrow face and eyes like knives, with a sinister look displayed on his countenance—it was precisely the Feng family cultivator who had participated in the bidding earlier.

Clearly, he had taken a liking to the Induced Light; it was like a temptation from a demon. "Daoist Red Wing indeed lives up to his reputation, but the battle just now has probably consumed a massive amount of your spiritual energy, hasn't it? Hand over the token and let me go to the Origin Internet Club in your stead, or leave your life behind!"

"The Feng family?" Daoist Red Wing sneered. "Just based on you, Feng Gui, a mere elder of the Feng family, you think you're worthy to go to the Origin Internet Club on my behalf?! Even if the head of the Feng family, Feng Zhengyi, were here, he wouldn't dare boast so wildly!"

The lightning flashed again, and beneath the lightning light, a pair of jade-like eyes watched the battlefield.

"Mistress, is it really fine to just let them be like this?" a voice beside her asked.

The vermilion corners of her lips curved slightly into an intoxicating arc.

Patter.

A drop of icy rain fell, and the Feng family cultivator's face turned sinister. "It seems even Heaven won't help you!"

"Then let me, Feng, experience Your Excellency's Red Fire divine technique!" With a sharp shout, countless wailing soul bodies surged out of his body endlessly, like a pitch-black river of the netherworld!

Within the river, countless resentful souls churned and struggled, only to be dragged back down into the water by that pitch-black river water. The moment this black river appeared in the world, the entire heavens and earth seemed to turn deathly still, as if the surrounding space had completely submerged into another world!

"This is my Underworld-Sealing Death Qi. I'd like to see how you, with your spiritual energy greatly depleted, will deal with it!" Feng Gui sneered. "If you can't hold on, I advise you to surrender early and let me go to the Origin Internet Club for you!"

"Bullshit!" Daoist Red Wing roared, and countless flames erupted from his body! Half the sky behind him seemed to be dyed crimson by this rain of fire!

"Don't hold back! Kill!" Feng Gui gave a furious shout, and several Feng family cultivators behind him struck out simultaneously!

"Shade-Sealing Technique!" Several people attacked at once, and the entire sky seemed to be dyed black by a splash of thick ink!

The dark ink seemed to seal away a portion of Daoist Redwing’s spiritual essence, causing the once-torrential crimson flames to suddenly lose their momentum!

A powerful rogue cultivator, renowned throughout the Morning Star, fought a world-shaking battle against the elders and elite of the Feng Family, all over who would gain entry into the Origin Internet Cafe!

"You court death!" Daoist Redwing roared in fury. "Heaven-Devouring Fire!"

Countless flames coalesced into a colossal, sky-swallowing fire dragon that soared into the heavens!

Under his command, the glazed fire surged upward, a tumultuous, world-burning blaze that seemed ready to tear the sky open!

Even that pitch-black ink was struck, cracking open a single fissure!

Right at that moment, the Stygian, ink-dark river seized the opportunity, surging forward with murderous intent!

"How dare you use mere crimson fire to burn my Feng Family's Shadow-Sealing Art? Let us see how you withstand my Death Qi of the Boundless Abyss!"

As the deathly aura assailed his body, Daoist Redwing’s face turned pale.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, but at that exact moment, the thick ink in the sky shattered, and the spiritual energy within Daoist Redwing swelled once more!

Spiritual energy transformed into countless glazed flames that flowed from his body; the terrifying temperature scorched the surrounding air, melting a massive crater into the smooth road!

The darkness like a serpent, the crimson like an eagle, the two locked in a mortal struggle, fire and dark river intertwined, red and black morphing into a terrifying storm between heaven and earth!

In this clash of Divine Sea Realm masters, the surrounding trees and houses were crushed to pieces by the red and black storm!

For both sides, it was an exceptionally grueling battle.

After an unknown span of time, the blackness began to fade, and the red rushed forth like a tide, submerging the dark!

A single bead of sweat dripped onto the smooth ground.

The gloomy clouds dispersed, and sunlight broke through the dark overcast, its golden brilliance shining through the transparent glass doors.

Zou Mo looked up in surprise, catching sight of a red-robed cultivator in tattered rags standing before the door: "Welcome to the Origin Network Club, what can I get for you?"

"This is the Origin Network Club?! Hahahaha, this seat has finally... arrived!" Wiping the sweat from his brow, Daoist Redwing laughed uproariously, "It seems only a powerhouse like myself is worthy of stepping into this place after all!"

Across his weathered face spread the smile of one who had passed countless trials, and the flames burning before the door were like banners of victory, which even a torrential downpour could not extinguish.

Zou Mo watched as the Daoist walked inside, laughing with absolute exhilaration: "This seat would like to see who else dares bar my entry into the Origin Network Club today!"

Zou Mo: "..."

A few players inside the cafe eating instant noodles: "..."

Owner Fang, leading a crowd of cafe cultivators, slowly strolled back from outside the shop, and looking at the wounded, ragged Daoist Redwing, mumbled in a low voice: "...Is it really worth all that just to surf the internet?"