Chapter 320: Boss Fang Challenging Orochi

"Boss... give me a bottle of Coke!" Ruan Ning sat on the sofa, her eyes already crimson and filled with deep resentment in the early hours of the morning, while the other girls with her clearly looked little better.

They seemed like young maidens suffering from heartbreak, their faces a portrait of total despair.

"My Biyao... such a wonderful girl, how could it end like this...?" Muttering to herself as she sat on the sofa, she converted her grief and indignation into an appetite, devouring spicy gluten sticks one bite at a time.

"Boss, tell me, is this just a story or did it actually happen?" Ruan Ning asked in a furious, sorrowful tone while eating and drinking ravenously.

"Of course it's just a story," Boss Fang replied callously as he slurped his instant noodles. Unlike the others, more than a decade had passed for him, so his emotional fluctuations were naturally not as pronounced.

"If it's a story, who on earth fabricated it?" Several girls stared at Fang Qi with grim solemnity, as if considering whether to mail him a few boxes of razor blades. "To do this to my Biyao, it's absolutely detestable!"

"Well... ha ha ha." Boss Fang implied that he, too, wanted to mail razor blades if he could, but he hadn't managed to do so before his transmigration, and now that he had transmigrated, it was even more hopeless.

Fortunately, Boss Fang never spoiled the plot. They had no idea that Biyao would not even be resurrected by the grand finale of Zhu Xian; otherwise, they might well lose their minds right now and draw their blades to hack the boss on the spot.

It was safe to assume that these hooked viewers, these young cultivators like them, would be living from week to week just for the next few episodes of Zhu Xian before Biyao's resurrection.

Meanwhile, a change was also visibly taking place within the Nanhua Faction.

"Master, do you think Xiaofan can actually bring Biyao back to life?" Several disciples gathered around Daoist Master Xi Chi.

Normally at a time like this, an opportunity to seek guidance at such close quarters would mostly be spent asking about difficulties in cultivation, but now, it had become entirely different.

"Uh..." Under normal circumstances, asking questions unrelated to cultivation at such a time would certainly earn a stern lecture from the austere Daoist Master Xi Chi, but now, she could only let out a long sigh. "Heaven helps the worthy; you need not worry excessively."

"And that talk of righteousness and evil in there..." Mo Xian snorted disdainfully. "Differentiating between righteous sects and the demonic sect—aren't they practically the same?"

Not only in these two places, but viewers everywhere who had finished the latest episodes of Zhu Xian were currently scattered across the Morning Star Sea, discussing the plot and its future development. In the internet cafe, however, there was another group of people who kept their gloom locked in their hearts, preparing their troops and horses; they no longer had time for sorrow.

"How about it? Shall we join forces?"

"Do you think that if we fight individually, any of us can defeat the Great Jin Kingdom?"

The major forces of the Morning Star Sea had already begun plotting for the following week's Battle of Sabuk Castle. Any single faction from this region, if pulled out alone, could not possibly be a match for the imperial family—not even the earliest entrants of the game like the Yuan-Huang Allied Army, the Black Demons, or the Panjiao Mansion.

They were already discussing the possibility of an alliance.

As the time drew near, the high-ranking members of the Great Jin Kingdom's imperial family were also holding intense, confidential meetings to plan for the castle siege.

...

Liu Ningyun held a considerable distaste for Fang Qi, her phoenix eyes always remaining ice-cold as if Boss Fang owed her tens of millions.

Regrettably, she had even less desire to associate with the other people in Half City, so she maintained a harmonious relationship with Ruan Ning and the others with whom she could converse.

Consequently, she was forced to face Boss Fang's sour expression every single day.

In short, staying in this internet cafe meant having to get on familiar terms with Boss Fang. Therefore, whether she hated him or liked him, and even if she wished in her heart to beat him half to death, she had to suppress it on her face.

"Morning!" Fang Qi looked up, spotted a white-robed figure, and casually greeted her.

"Morning..." Liu Ningyun prepared a bowl of instant noodles for herself, then sat on the sofa near Ruan Ning and the others, quietly waiting for the noodles to steep.

Immediately afterward, she saw a graceful silhouette sit down beside her.

In truth, the newcomer sat next to Boss Fang, but since the sofa was only so large, the distance between Liu Ningyun and her became very close. "To be able to eat another bowl of instant noodles, how wonderful!"

"..." Liu Ningyun suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable tension, the hairs on her body standing on end!

This was an unprecedented experience. One could imagine an angel and a demon sitting together, peacefully eating instant noodles; it was roughly like that.

"Little sister, why are you staring at me?" Ning Bi giggled. "If you don't eat, your noodles will get cold."

"..."

"Little Boss." She leaned back against the sofa languidly and casually. "Since elder sister came to patronize your business so early in the morning, can't I have one more bowl?"

Fang Qi drank the noodle soup clean from his bowl. "Have you ever seen this boss eat a second bowl?"

Joking aside, I haven't even eaten a second bowl myself!

"How stingy!" She was not angered, casually opening her instant noodle box and loosening the noodles with her chopsticks, every movement carrying an indescribable, peculiar charm.

By this time, Fang Qi had already gone to log into a computer, leaving only a view of his back.

"..."

When everyone else had somewhat lost interest in various activities due to the recent episodes, Boss Fang spent most of his time playing The King of Fighters alone, attempting to challenge and clear the game with a single coin.

The three characters he chose were Iori, Kyo, and Chizuru—the authentic Three Sacred Treasures Team. The character Kyo had rather obvious shortcomings in the KOF '97 game, but to unlock the martial arts techniques in the shop, Kyo was naturally an essential choice.

After this period of familiarity and improvement, Fang Qi's skills in The King of Fighters had clearly made significant strides. Against the first team, with smooth and flowing operations, Iori Yagami single-handedly defeated all three opponents in succession.

Soon, it was time for the second team.

"The boss went to play King of Fighters again?" Ruan Ning finally snapped out of her daze. "Shall we go watch?"

After all, Boss Fang's seamless combos and various inspired maneuvers were highly pleasing to the eye.

Diverting one's attention at a time like this was quite effective in sweeping away the melancholy in one's heart.

"Is he going to challenge that 'Orochi' thing again?" Ning Bi revealed a look of interest. In fact, she had never seen Orochi, knowing only from Boss Fang's brief remarks that it was an extremely powerful existence.

In the world of King of Fighters, Orochi had existed since ancient times and had always guarded the Earth, known as a physical-less soul representing the "Will of the Earth," the leader of the Orochi clan.

Orochi and its clan were not deities, but rather one branch among many of the "Will of the Earth." Yet even as just a single branch, it still possessed terrifying, near-divine power!

And the martial artists in King of Fighters could actually battle such a terrifying existence as the "Will of the World." Not only Ning Bi, but Liu Ningyun was naturally also extremely interested in this.

Thus, at this very moment, Liu Ningyun also had to "reluctantly" run into Boss Fang's space to watch, and moreover, she was watching alongside a certain enchantress.