Chapter 323: Fantasy World Sightseeing Tour

No one knew what was happening outside, nor did anyone care; the entire Dajin Country was like a tranquil harbor rocking in the wind and rain, blowing out its warm, amber lamps to pass the night in peace and serenity.

Yet far away in the Morning Star Sea, within the Nanhua Faction, this was destined to be a night of torrential storms.

The disappearance of multiple disciples had already drawn the attention of the Nanhua Faction's upper echelons, but at this very moment, no one could have imagined that within the most sacred and forbidden grounds where none dared to tread, something seemed to be slowly growing.

"Not enough... these are still not enough..." From the darkness, a raspy and deep whisper seemed to drift out, and though it spoke in human tongue, it sounded more like the low growl of a wild beast, "Go and find more for Us, and We shall grant you greater power!"

"Make even more people submit to Us..."

"The people of the Nanhua Faction are already on their guard against us... and now that the upper echelons have been alarmed, it is no longer suitable to continue here," another voice said. "I need to leave the faction for a time to recruit more experts for you."

"Go then... We shall grant them the power they so desperately desire!"

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Half-City was the place where the most diverse and mixed crowds gathered in the entire Morning Star Sea, drawing people from every major faction across the region, and the Origins Internet Club seemed to epitomize this even more.

Yet there was no other place where the atmosphere appeared more harmonious than here.

"Owner, a bottle of Coke!"

"A bowl of instant noodles, plus a sausage!"

"Get me a box of spicy sticks!"

"..."

Such voices had already become the primary melody of the early morning, but at this time, there came a voice that stood out from the rest: "Little Owner, what is this 'Harry Potter' written on the blackboard?"

If it were a name like "Zhu Xian," perhaps many people would ask about it, but "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone"?

With such a bizarre name, even though Owner Fang had written it at the very top of the small blackboard—making it even more eye-catching than 'Imperial City PK, Winner Takes All'—hardly anyone ever inquired about it.

Fang Qi looked at the charming and alluring face before him; a playful smile curled slightly upon her bright red lips, and a pair of captivating eyes stared at him with burning intensity.

Just like usual, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to quiet down significantly, and from behind, the furious glares of several Nanhua Faction girls swept over, yet they dared not show the slightest disrespect to her face.

Mo Xian whispered, "It's that enchantress again..."

"Why is she here every single day, so annoying..."

"Be careful she doesn't hear you."

"..."

A sudden, inexplicable chill rose in the surrounding air.

"You can beat them up after they leave the shop, but please, not inside," Owner Fang pointed at the shop rules, indicating he had heard everything; how could this enchantress possibly miss it?

"Giggle..." She burst into laughter, "Sister here has never beaten anyone up before."

Fang Qi's face twitched; that was probably because they were all dead.

"Forget it, Sister is in a good mood today and can't be bothered to deal with these little kids, so I'll just pretend I didn't hear it. Right, you still haven't said what this 'Harry Potter' actually is? And what does a movie mean?" She seemingly never intended to pursue the matter anyway.

"You can think of it as a short television series, because a single episode is a whole story." Facing this new concept, Owner Fang had no choice but to offer some explanation, "It's more or less the strange and wondrous anecdotes of a cultivator-like group called 'Wizards'..."

At this moment, in the Jiuhua shop, Jiang Xiaoyue was also giving brief explanations to some customers who came to ask about the new movie, and the content was, naturally, what Owner Fang had taught her.

"Wizards?"

"A cultivator-like group?"

"What on earth is that?"

If they were players from Dajin Country who had played Diablo, they might understand a little, but these cultivators of the Morning Star Sea clearly possessed absolutely no knowledge of such matters.

So even though the others did not gather around, most of them sat to one side eating breakfast while straining their ears to listen; clearly, they were unwilling to waste time on something that sounded unappealing just by its name.

Yet curiosity was something most people still possessed.

"Is this kind of thing even worth watching?" Ruan Ning found it very strange; let alone never hearing of such a thing as a wizard, what even was a cultivator-like group?

Weren't cultivators perfectly fine? What was so interesting about watching a cultivator-like group?

She looked entirely dismissive.

Of course, she naturally could not fathom at this moment that in the future, she would have to play a game whose very name was "The Witcher," and that before every single battle, she would have to play a round of Gwent first.

"This Owner is now forming a group to watch the movie, anyone planning to watch?" After speaking, he casually sent a message into a group named "Owner Fang's Sightseeing Tour Group" on the Penguin communication app.

Lan Mo: "This old man is coming!"

Li Haoran: "Me me me!"

Jun Yangzi: "Wizards? Does it talk about magic inside? Count me in."

Duan Buyi: "Daoist brother Jun Yangzi is going? Then count me in too!"

Ye Songtao: "With such a bizarre and strange thing, how are you all so eager one by one? (Husky dazed face)"

Xue Daolv: "...Sect Master Ye's expression... (Cold sweat)"

Ye Xiaoye: "He still asked me for it."

"..."

An Cheng: "Don't derail the thread, don't derail the thread! Why are you seniors so enthusiastic, can you give us a hint? (Akita dog smirk)"

Jun Yangzi: "Don't mention it, my research hit a bottleneck recently, so I want to find something of a similar type to watch and see if I can get some inspiration."

Nalan Mingxue: "It seems there's no real need for us warriors to watch it, you guys go ahead."

But story-driven fans like Dong Qingli and Shen Qingqing, as well as girls like Xu Zixin who loved novelty and excitement, would naturally come.

"..."

Although it did not rally a massive following like "Zhu Xian" did, it was clear that quite a few people gathered all at once.

"Why are there so many people?" Ruan Ning looked at the messages popping up one after another in the group chat, and though they were all from the Dajin Country side, she clearly realized something.

She grew somewhat more curious: "Should I... take a look too?"

"Is that everyone? Then this Owner is starting the drive!" Inside Owner Fang's space, Fang Qi scanned the crowd and spoke.

By comparison, there was only one unfamiliar face beside Owner Fang this time, which no one paid any attention to.

On the contrary, Ning Bi was somewhat surprised, since she was the center of attention wherever she went, even if that attention might be derogatory.

Instead, Xu Zixin and the others, whom she had recently met while playing King of Fighters in Owner Fang's space, even greeted her amiably, which caught her even more off guard.

"Hey! Owner, wait!" Ruan Ning, who had just finished paying, rushed over.

Your friend Ruan Ning has boarded the vehicle.

Xi Yue, Su Zhi, and Su Yao have boarded the vehicle.

"Starting the drive, starting the drive!"

Subsequently, Owner Fang clicked start.

The scenery before their eyes changed, the light grew somewhat dim, as if it were nighttime.

The architecture on the street looked to be from the last century; it was already late at night, yet the cat sitting atop the garden wall showed no signs of sleepiness whatsoever. It crouched on the wall like a statue, completely motionless, staring intently at the distant street corner.

A man appeared at the very corner the cat had been watching, arriving so suddenly and silently that it was as if he had popped right out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched slightly, and its eyes narrowed into slits.

"How strange?" The audience also stared intently at this silver-haired, silver-bearded old man; not a single soul could tell in what manner he had manifested there.

Flight? No, there was no transition, as if he had arrived in an instant, or rather—teleportation.

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