Chapter 217: This Guy Is Simply a Lunatic!

"Fifty-one plots."

Feinan Temple's faction had taken fifty-one plots of land.

Yan Jing first chose thirty plots on either side of the original fifty, then over a dozen along the mandatory route from North Street to Feinan Temple. For the final few, he specifically picked the corners of East Street and West Street.

This completely enveloped the Lin Estate.

He did this for no other reason than it gave him a sense of security.

Young Master Yan was indeed someone who sorely lacked a sense of security.

"On to the next."

Yan Jing set off toward South Street.

The Little Bird in the sky had just sent a message: there was some trouble over at South Street.

Those hundred plots of land in South Street were something Yan Jing absolutely intended to claim.

Bianliu County had five hundred plots of land in total. Without Bai Qiu, East Street and South Street were left entirely empty. Yan Jing didn't plan to touch the hundred plots in West Street for now. The upper limit was 300 plots. His ideal layout was a hundred each for East and South Street, forty or fifty in the middle around Feinan Temple, and finally, another forty or fifty in peripheral areas like Tranquil Valley.

Upon arriving at the familiar Heaven Stealing Alley in South Street, he saw Old Monkey waiting there.

"Advisor Yan."

Old Monkey cupped his hands.

This was their first meeting in the current dungeon, though they had actually met during the previous one. Furthermore, Yan Jing's reputation was indeed resounding.

"Greetings, brother."

Yan Jing also cupped his hands. "What is the situation now?"

"Just as you instructed, we mostly ignored the first group that arrived and let them claim the land first. But another group came afterward, and their strength doesn't seem low," Old Monkey said.

He had already received news about the situation at Feinan Temple via the Little Bird. Over fifty plots of land were taken in just a single hour. He could only say that Advisor Yan was still Advisor Yan—one man equal to an army of thousands.

"Let's see what they've got."

Yan Jing said, prompting Old Monkey to lead the way.

They couldn't even reach the wonton shop before their path was cut off; someone was blocking the way forward.

Dong An, hiding in a corner, gestured to them.

They walked over, and Dong An spoke up:

"Greetings, Master. Greetings, Advisor."

"What's going on?"

Old Monkey asked.

"Another group arrived."

Dong An whispered, "The first group should be some independent teams from the outskirts. Knowing South Street was unguarded, they sneaked in hoping to pick up a cheap advantage."

"The second group is from West Street. After they arrived, they pulled up all the flags of those independent teams and killed almost everyone. Now the scattered teams are guarding just two isolated plots, unable to advance or retreat."

"It was about to end, but unexpectedly, another group showed up. The flags they planted are green. I don't know whose people they are."

"Understood. I'll go take a look." After speaking, Yan Jing walked straight toward the crowd under their astonished gazes.

The two exchanged a glance, the same thought involuntarily rising in their minds.

He was just walking over like that?!

Yan Jing arrived at the outer edge of the crowd, patted a person beside him on the shoulder, and asked:

"How are things looking?"

"They're fighting."

The person didn't even turn his head, assuming it was a newly arrived reinforcement as he stared intently at the battle inside.

"What's the background of the other side?"

"Don't know. Still checking. A few Second Tiers."

The man smacked his lips, his expression grim.

"But their strength is definitely high. More importantly, their abilities are extremely bizarre. Several of our Second Tiers messed up and lost. Thank goodness Boss Xing is here, so no one has died yet."

"However... those guys are truly terrifying. Two Second Tiers are actually fighting evenly against Boss An, who is a Third Tier."

Just as the man's voice fell, a cry of alarm rang out from the center of the crowd.

In the central area, three fingers from the right hand of a man wearing the red and white uniform of the Public Security Association suddenly detached and fell straight to the ground.

The number floating above his head also dropped from its original 80 down to 72.

Standing opposite him were a woman holding a tennis racket and a man in a plaid shirt. Both of them were covered in dust and littered with bleeding cuts, but judging from their eyes, their fighting spirit remained high.

Not far away stood another man wearing a white lab coat with his hands in his pockets. He was likely with them.

"Looks like it's entering the negotiation phase,"

Yan Jing said.

The person next to him was a bit puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

"Both sides are evenly matched in strength, and the other side still has one person who hasn't made a move. If they keep fighting, it will likely end in mutual destruction. The dungeon just started not long ago; negotiating is the best choice."

Hearing this, the man nodded:

"Makes sense, makes perfect sense. These guys are indeed ruthless characters. Though the bickering will probably drag on for a while..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked toward Yan Jing:

"You know your stuff, brother. Which city are you from? Rainbow City headquarters? Let's get acquainted—"

He froze. The space beside him was completely empty; the person was already gone.

"Left that fast?"

...

Within the central area surrounded by the crowd.

Xing Busui clutched his severed right fingers, looked at the two people opposite him, and said in a deep voice:

"You're from another city, aren't you?"

"Wuqing City."

The plaid-shirted man spoke. Following the long-haired man's instructions, he reported the name of a different city.

"Out of South Street's hundred plots of land, how many do you want?"

Xing Busui's gaze bypassed the man in the shirt and landed on the man in the white coat behind him.

"Seventy."

The man in the white coat didn't speak; it was the man in the shirt who answered.

"Impossible."

Xing Busui's expression changed slightly.

"There is nothing impossible about it."

The man in the shirt wore a calm expression. "Your combat power is only at 72 right now. If we had enough people, taking a hundred from you would be considered letting you off easy."

"Do you think I am the only Third Tier in the Public Security Association?"

Xing Busui's face darkened.

A total of five Third Tiers from the Public Security Association had come this time, and he couldn't even break into the top three among them.

The man in the shirt pointed at the white coat behind him:

"Brother Ming alone can pin down two Third Tiers like you and beat you simultaneously."

"How many Third Tiers can you drag out to stall us?"

"Rainbow City alone has two other teams, let alone the teams from Longhe City and the other Domains."

"Even if you beat us, so what? This is only the beginning; there are still twenty-four hours left."

...

In just a few short sentences, the man in the shirt seized the initiative, plunging Xing Busui into silence.

He understood that at this current stage, none of the teams had brought out their prepared trump cards yet. Even if he gave up the land, it wouldn't really matter.

However, each captain in the Public Security Association had been assigned a specific quota, and he did not want to finish dead last.

"Do you think just the few of you can guard so much land?"

He made one last struggle.

"Don't trouble yourself over it."

The man in the shirt chuckled.

In his view, Rainbow City was able to host a Super-Large Dungeon out of sheer dumb luck; their actual strength didn't match the scale at all.

If not for their wariness toward the teams from the other Domains, their squad would probably have begun a massacre long ago.

This dungeon was turning out to be far easier than he had imagined.

Just as Xing Busui was preparing to compromise, a scene completely unforeseen by the crowd suddenly occurred.

The man in the shirt convulsed as if struck by lightning and vomited a massive mouthful of fresh blood. His light green plaid shirt was instantly dyed red.

Beside him, the tennis woman reacted instantly:

"Someone is stealing our land!!!"

She glared at Xing Busui, blazing with fury:

"To pull dirty tricks at a time like this! You're courting death!!!"

Yet Xing Busui was completely bewildered himself. When had he arranged for someone to launch a sneak attack on their rear?

"I'll handle it."

The man in the white coat finally spoke, sweeping a freezing glare over Xing Busui:

"Kill this man outright. Don't hold back anymore."

With that, he turned away coldly and slowly walked into the distance.

Unexpectedly, before he had taken more than a few steps, the man in the shirt violently spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees in agony, clutching his chest tightly.

So fast?!

The man in the white coat furrowed his brow, but before he could continue walking forward...

With a wet heave, the man in the shirt convulsed violently. It was as if he had been struck down by a heavy hammer, and he crumpled to the ground.

At this, the man in the white coat could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed the unconscious man by the shirt and sprinted into the distance.

"Let's go."

He said to the tennis woman.

The woman had intended to stay behind and cover the rear, but soon enough, she too violently spat out a mouthful of blood. Her expression drastically changed, and she dropped several tennis balls before turning and fleeing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment those tennis balls hit the ground, they detonated, transforming into a sky full of smoke and dust.

By the time the man in the white coat arrived, all the plots previously claimed by the woman and the shirted man had changed from green to a pitch-black color.

The tennis woman had also long since passed out, now being carried by him on his other side.

A man dressed in an advisor's uniform was stealthily creeping toward another red plot of land.

Seeing the man in the white coat arrive, Yan Jing offered a shy, embarrassed smile:

"You're here."

...

Looking at Yan Jing's expression, the man in the white coat almost started hurling curses directly. But in the end, he darkened his face:

"You're not from the Public Security Association. Whose side are you on?"

"Me?"

Yan Jing blinked. "Have you heard of Bai Qiu?"

Motherfucker!

The man in the white coat was truly about to snap. Pulling a sneak attack was one thing, but to also impersonate someone else's name—this guy played no cleaner than they did.

The main issue was that in their current situation, the other two were in terrible condition, and he couldn't possibly abandon them.

Their numerical disadvantage was fully manifesting right now.

Left with no other choice, he gave Yan Jing a gloomy look as the Weird Energy around his body instantly bloomed.

A nearly perfect Ritual ratio of yellow, yellow-purple, and purple emerged.

A massive morgue instantly rose from the ground, enveloping Yan Jing within it. Afterward, the man gave a few cold sneers and strode away.

Having been hit by his strongest ability, the guy would be heavily injured even if he didn't die.

By the time the Public Security Association people arrived, that guy would have hell to pay.

He sprinted all the way, his white coat fluttering without wind. It wasn't long before he reached the exit of West Street.

But just as he took a few steps in the direction of Stone Mountain, his expression suddenly shifted. It was as if his entire heart had been gripped by a giant hand. His eyes went wide, thick with bloodshot veins.

This is!

Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. He felt his blood pressure rapidly spiking. Soon, he opened his mouth and violently puked up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Impossible!!!

Dropping the two people in his hands, fear endlessly spread through his heart as he sprinted madly back the way he had just come.

Someone was stealing his land!

And their speed was incredibly fast!

He was different from the man in the shirt and the tennis woman. The land he had claimed consisted of far more than just five grids!!!

But the moment he ran to the end of West Street, he coughed up another massive mouthful of blood. It felt as if countless needles had been driven into his body. Rotted chunks of internal organs were even vomited out, continuously pulsing within the blood.

Seeing this, he didn't even have time to cry out in pain. Weird Energy surged in his hand as he pressed it against his body. Light bloomed, recovering some of his injuries, and then he continued rushing toward South Street.

But soon, the agony struck again. It was as if his head had been slammed into the ground and repeatedly bashed with a heavy hammer. The bone-deep pain made him squeeze his eyes shut and stagger to the ground.

Faster and faster!

That person's speed was getting faster and faster!!!

He knelt on the ground, pale-faced, and began to gasp heavily for air, saliva continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He wanted to hurry and scramble back up, but compared to his physical agony, an even deeper fear was steadily expanding in his heart, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably.

He knew that given his current condition and the opponent's ever-increasing speed...

He was already too late to catch them!!

The impending fear of death deeply imprinted itself into his body, subjecting him to far more than just physical torment.

"There... there's still hope..."

He forced himself to his feet and stumbled forward in that direction.

At this point, he no longer had the strength to think. In truth, with his current condition, getting there would be entirely futile anyway.

Yet he still kept walking toward it, step by step.

Until the pain descended for a fourth time.

He finally collapsed to the ground, his entire body drenched in sweat, staring up at the sky with a gaze filled with despair and dread.

He never expected that he would die here.

Even if he just went to some random small city, he could have enjoyed a lifetime of glory and wealth.

Suddenly, two voices drifted into his ears.

"Did you go to North Street today?"

"No, what is it?"

"Advisor Yan is back!"

"Fuck! That evil ghost came back?!!"

"You bet he is. I went over to East Street this morning to help those humans guard the land, and I almost died there!!! A few blind fools bumped into him, and their heads came flying off right on the spot! That scene! It scared me so bad I puked up my entire breakfast! My stomach's still empty now..."

"Speaking of breakfast, I'm getting a little hungry too..."

"Hey! There's a guy here!"

"It really is! A guy without a halo!"

"Then let's..." "Then let's..."

Heh.

At this moment, the man in the white coat finally understood the meaning of true fear and despair.

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South Street.

Xing Busui led the crowd as they rushed toward the spot where the Weird Energy had just erupted, only to see the "person" who had helped them.

The man stood amidst the black fog, wearing a blue-green advisor's uniform. His eyes were scarlet, and his skin was densely covered in cracks. Hideous eyes opened one by one from within those crevices, and feather-covered tentacles danced wildly.

"Th-Thank you for your help just now, sir,"

Xing Busui pursed his lips and spoke.

"Thank me for what?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Jing, standing opposite him, replied in a tone no different from a normal person. Extending a hand, he said coldly:

"Don't try to play friendly. Hand over the land."

"At least fifty plots to start with."

...

...

The news of Xing Busui being robbed swiftly made its way back to West Street.

Earlier, the news of Feinan Temple being robbed had already spread back.

Inside the Four-Directional Curtain, one of the West Street Artisans let out a deep sigh upon hearing the news.

It was to be expected, really.

Fortunately, only fifty plots were taken.

However, the subordinates were far less composed.

Just who the fuck was this Advisor Yan?!!

Beating up people here, beating up people there, robbing this side, robbing that side. Where the hell did this guy come from...

At this moment, Fan Jue and Xu Weizhou stood among the highly agitated crowd, unable to stop themselves from sweating a little out of embarrassment.

They only knew one person surnamed Yan. Earlier, Chen Dalang had already told them that Advisor Yan was precisely that man.

Hearing the curses pouring from everyone's mouths, the two wanted to salvage some of Yan Jing's reputation, but the current situation didn't seem quite appropriate.

Moreover, neither could find a very good reason to defend Yan Jing, so they could only rack their brains trying to think of one.

Thus, amidst the crowd's increasingly souring mood, Xu Weizhou's voice abruptly rang out.

"Actually, I think this Advisor Yan isn't too bad. At least... he's quite fair."

The moment those words came out, it immediately sparked the crowd's discontent.

"How the hell is he fair?!!"

"Think about it. He kills men, and he kills women. He kills people from the Inner World, and he kills people from the Surface World. He robbed Feinan Temple, and now he's robbing West Street. He robbed people from outside the city, and he robbed people from inside the city... Thinking about it that way, isn't he quite fair?"

...

...

After a few seconds of silence, someone excitedly shouted:

"Fair my ass! This guy is just a fucking lunatic!!!"

...

Meanwhile, Yan Jing had already switched his identity, transforming back into Luo Sheng.

"Xiao Yu, fetch some paper! Red paper!"

He shouted toward the outside of the Curtain.

"Coming."

Fei Yu placed the large red paper inside the Curtain:

"Are you writing another notice?"

"Yeah."

"Will it be of any use?"

"We'll know once it's posted."

Several minutes later.

A large red notice was pasted onto the city wall by Old Man:

"To all factions within the city: within two hours, each party must submit 50 plots of land to the County Magistrate. (Those who have already paid need not pay again.)"

"If you do not submit it willingly, personnel will be dispatched to collect the land at your door!"