The silver-white ability ball in his palm gave a fruit-like texture as he rubbed it.
[I have obtained a new –Chronos effect-: Reverse Physics.]
–Reverse Physics.-
Yang Zicang looked at it—that was the name of the invisible Moxel.
[I sense over ten thousand chaotic identical wishes.]
[I, the great quadrilateral, if I fulfill these wishes, should be able to obtain 【Wish Talisman, Ten-Thousand-Person Grade】!]
–Wish Talisman?-
Yang Zicang seemed to feel the burning gazes of countless people from the void of the night.
These days, he had learned that some people could obtain –Wish Talismans- through certain means, and some even sold them.
For example, providing medicine and relief to disaster-stricken areas, or offering delicious food to a multitude of starving people desperate for a full stomach. Or staging highly popular new plays in town that made audiences desperate to know what happened next.
Or some tantalizing, even crazy underground performances—whenever such events occurred, there was a certain chance of obtaining a –Wish Talisman.-
Because the common thread in creating a –Wish Talisman- was satisfying the urgent wishes of hundreds or thousands of people simultaneously.
And now, here he was, having actually received a reminder of a ten-thousand-person grade Wish Talisman.
Yang Zicang felt this mental voice and let out a soft sigh.
If it were the ten-thousand-person grade, he wondered if it could reverse the cost of Morri’s changing the future.
But this could never be satisfied.
Because the wishes of these ten thousand people were all the same: to obtain the ability ball containing the invisible Moxel in his hand!
–Invisibility is certainly formidable, but Chronos Shift is the ultimate Moxel.-
The city he was currently in, which sat at the bottom of the rankings, had once possessed such a powerhouse. Only, it seemed he had not used his own Moxel.
Yang Zicang let out a light sigh and looked around at the thirty or so people gradually closing in.
By now, their coughing had swelled into a chorus.
A tall, heavyset man with a ruddy complexion stepped forward:
–Mr. Yang Zicang, I’m the head chef of Zhenxiu House. The deputy town head informed me that our boss has prepared a feast and invites you to join.-
–Sorry, not tonight. My stowaway time is already used up.- Yang Zicang threw out a casual excuse.
The man looked bewildered, obviously not understanding what –time used up- meant.
Morri walked over and said, –Everyone hasn’t had dinner yet. Let me take us all back to eat.-
Yang Zicang turned to Morri and said, –Going to Hub Town now will definitely be swarmed with people. So many brothers and friends came to rescue me today—I need to find a private place to treat everyone.-
–Brother Zicang.- Zhang Xian, the shed owner, and others, their faces tinged with barely concealed worry and hope, came running with flattering smiles. –We can still whip up something here. Let’s eat right here.-
Boboli approached with his hands in his pockets. –How can we stay here with all these dead people? Let’s find another spot.-
The first person Yang Zicang thought of was Wuyou. The shed owner Wuyou had already contacted him just now, along with shed owners like Lijiang, Huanghun, and Kongshan—all of whom were eager for a gathering.
Just as Yang Zicang was about to reply to the Wuyou Shed Master, a folded note shot toward him—it was the same girl from Rose Creek who had contacted him before.
{Hey, big shot. Sister Rose has already laid out plenty of her family’s best to cook a feast. Yang Zicang, weren’t you going to apologize? Oh—sorry, Master Zicang, please bring everyone over. We can talk all night right here.}
Yang Zicang smiled. He saw Xu Aiyuan slap the girl next to the Rose Queen on the backside, signaling her to speak properly.
He lifted his gaze to the dozens of people whose burning eyes were fixed on him.
–I have already spared these two men’s lives. Shed Master Zhang Xian, I ask that you keep them alive for now. If fate allows another day, I want him to lead us to pay respects to the true Shi Qian.-
Yang Zicang continued to the crowd:
–The Rose Queen is willing to provide the venue. I suggest we go there and distribute the secret techniques as a token of gratitude.-
–Whoa!-
The crowd clapped and cheered.
–Ha—Rose Creek? Did I hear that right?!-
–I heard there are beauties everywhere there. I—I still don’t have a girlfriend.-
–Keep your voice down—they’re definitely watching from over there. You’ll be the first one ruled out.-
……
Inside a city full of buildings with gloomy, dark hues.
Cheng Yunze, seated in the main chair, rubbed the bridge of his nose after hearing the report, then leaned back into his large throne.
–You all know this by now, right? Yang Zicang has obtained the invisibility ability Moxel—and it’s tradable.-
On the sofa inside the room, a few people looked at this man with slight surprise.
–A character like this coming to compete for the year-end ranking is really a hassle.-
–Brother Ze, even though he’s an opponent, this guy is indeed worthy of having raised a city ranked fortieth or lower to the same level as our 23rd city in one go. Even if we have to deal with him using a summoning card, we can’t underestimate him.-
Chen Yunze nodded. –I did underestimate him a bit before.-
But then he revealed a confident sneer, straightened his back away from the sofa, picked up the wine glass, and said:
–However, no matter how troublesome, he’s just one person. After all, the initiative in the assessment is in our hands.-
–That’s right, with Brother Ze here, these wild animals can’t cause any waves.-
–Hahaha. Brother Ze is mighty.-
……
Inside the elegant stone hall of Rose Creek.
The long banquet table had been wiped clean, and new tableware and delicacies were set out again.
Yang Zicang and his group entered coughing.
Captain Qin laughed and said, –I was a little envious of Mr. Zicang’s train before. Ha, I won’t dare to ride it again in the future.-
The shed-area residents who had wanted to watch found excuses to leave, afraid of being infected.
The red-faced chef from Zhenxiu Kitchen walked out coughing and said,
–A bunch of sick men like us come to this Rose Creek, full of beauties, as guests, but we all fall ill. How rude. Please wait a moment; I’ll cook a pot of appetizer soup to help us sweat and break the fever. It should be fine soon.-
With kitchen utensils provided by Rose Creek, Ma Bin skillfully cooked a pot of fragrant soup near the hall with the help of Moxel. After everyone drank it, the coughing gradually subsided.
Under the wide horizontal wall inside the hall, Yang Zicang said apologetically, –Rose Queen, I truly didn’t have time to explain last time, and it wasn’t easy to explain either.–
In the center of the long table, the young lady had arranged Yang Zicang’s seat beside the radiantly beautiful woman.
–Don’t keep calling me ‘Rose Queen.’ I’ve never acknowledged that title. You, just call me by my name. My name is Xu Aiyuan, Mr. Zicang.–
–Very well, Miss Xu Aiyuan.–
By the table, Xu Aiyuan, who had changed into a graceful cheongsam and a fluffy long cloak, looked even more stunning in the gentle atmosphere. Beside her, Yang Zicang, exuding competence and an increasingly imposing presence, was equally commanding in aura.
People around occasionally glanced over, silently admiring the two’s outstanding temperament.
Xu Aiyuan smiled lightly and said, –First of all, congratulations on acquiring that new powerful Moxel—truly enviable. I wonder who Captain Yang Huo plans to give it to?–
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Yang Zicang said with a composed smile, –If this Moxel falls into the hands of someone who disregards human life, it would be a great calamity. I don’t wish to casually entrust it to anyone for now.–
–Indeed, wherever such a person exists, it feels like having thorns in one’s back.-
Steaming dishes began to arrive at the table.
Xu Aiyuan gave a slight nod, seemingly agreeing with Yang Zicang. Yet in her heart, she knew well that once someone earned their trust, the Piaoming Group would gain a fearsome powerhouse whose mere name struck terror into others.
–I saw everything tonight. And not just me—many shed owners found their Moxels coveted by Shi Qian. Thanks to you, this massive conspiracy was foiled.-
–Thanks to these friends.-
People took their seats one after another. At the far end of the long table, Xiao Yushan and his group sat tucked into a corner on the left edge.
Though still somewhat unwelcome, the seven or eight who had come along minded it not at all—instead, they felt nothing but relief. The same sentiment was shared by several diners from the Zhenxiu Fang restaurant who had joined them. Having impulsively rushed over after hearing they could ride a celebrity’s private train into the Lost Frequency Zone to help Yang Zicang, they never imagined reaping such enormous rewards.
–Those few who didn’t want to come from the shop must be kicking themselves now.-
–Heh, let them keep second-guessing everything.-
–Well, the situation was too urgent to explain properly. I was on edge the whole way here myself.-
Amid the whispers, Yang Zicang rose to raise a toast, then downed the dark amber red wine in his hand.
–Cheers.- Everyone lifted their glasses and drank it all.
After a round of gratitude, Morri stood up. The Moxel on his chest flickered, and sheets of paper materialized, drifting down through the air.
This—this was the true highlight of the night!
In the great hall, countless eyes blazed with fervent longing at the papers where silk threads traced interwoven paths.
Flashing silk threads coalesced into scrolls one after another, and in moments, a thick stack was pressed onto the table by Morri.
–So many!-
–These are contracts that, by simply using them, let you inherit centuries of cultivation experience from others!-
Everyone’s hearts pounded wildly. Even though they had already drunk, they felt their mouths and tongues rapidly going dry, their gazes consumed by greed.
–You really… intend to give them all to us?-
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