Chapter 1297 - 1293: Charging Admission
When Mo Zhi looked at the karst cave again, her eyes were already filled with deep fear. She had never imagined she would suffer setback after setback here.
It was also at this moment that she finally seemed to realize that what the Master was doing this time was far more dangerous than she had imagined.
With her usual personality, she should have turned tail and run in the face of such danger. However, Mo Zhi’s legs just refused to move even half a step.
The burning pain in her hands was still there, but Mo Zhi couldn’t be bothered to check or treat it. Her gaze quickly swept around her surroundings.
She had almost fallen for it just now, but then the burning pain had suddenly jolted her awake. That was definitely no coincidence.
She had clearly scouted the area before; there absolutely weren’t any other Life forms around here...
After thinking for a moment, Mo Zhi carefully probed, "May I ask which expert just lent a hand to save me?"
At this moment Mo Zhi had the cowardly traits carved into her very bones, with not a trace of a Quasi-Ghost Emperor’s imposing air.
However, the only response she got was a gust of wind blowing in from the cave mouth, along with a few faint whooshing sounds.
Mo Zhi waited very patiently, but as time slowly passed, she still didn’t get any response at all.
This feeling of not being able to sense the other party at all while they could easily toy with her was really not good.
Mo Zhi couldn’t help pressing her lips together, but in the end she still didn’t say anything. She returned to the relatively safest spot she had originally picked and continued to wait.
Meanwhile, in Mei City.
Dragon Spirit stood on the rooftop of a house in the stronghold’s courtyard with his arms crossed, looking down at the third wave of troublemakers. A hint of impatience had already appeared in his eyes.
He was not a particularly patient person. Usually even Yun Ran would get poked at by his sharp tongue a few times. Now faced with these people eager to rush up and cause trouble, he really just wanted to slap them to death directly.
Ma San worked hard to start cleaning up the mess. Looking at those people who’d been squeezed into canned-fish shapes, he’d long since lost his earlier sense of shock.
Listening to those people still shouting their heads off even while trapped, he couldn’t stir up any waves in his heart at all.
He even vaguely felt in his heart that these people were really a bit annoying. They didn’t have the slightest eye for the situation, and all this fuss in the middle of the night was leaving him no time to rest.
After he finished tidying up, Ma San hurriedly walked respectfully to Dragon Spirit’s side. "Mr. Long, how do you think we should deal with these people? Should we throw them into the pond again?"
The spot this stronghold occupied counted as one of the prime locations in Mei City. The best part was that inside the stronghold, there was also a large artificial pond.
Most of the people here were from the Xuan Sect, and there were quite a few who were proficient in geomancy. That pond was one of the important pieces in the feng shui layout, with the effect of warding off misfortune and dissolving Evil Qi.
Dragon Spirit felt that the killing intent and Evil Qi on these people were far too heavy, so tossing them into the pond was for the sake of dissolving the Evil Qi for them.
Ma San didn’t know whether the Evil Qi on these people had been dissolved or not, but he was sure their dignity had been thoroughly ground to dust.
Three rounds of troublemaking in a row, and they had already trapped over a hundred people. Even if that artificial pond wasn’t small, dumping over a hundred people in at once was still quite the sight.
Those people were completely helpless, unable to break the Array that trapped them, and they were all squeezed together.
You didn’t even need to imagine how miserable that looked.
What shattered their Dao Hearts the most was that Dragon Spirit had trapped them and thrown them into the pond, and on top of that, in the daytime he would deliberately open up the pond and let those who had come to gather intel all come "view" this rare spectacle.
Now everyone in Mei City knew that several waves of so‑called never‑fail crews had been caught and turned into monkey shows.
Being utterly humiliated and socially dead wasn’t even the worst part. In their current situation, it wouldn’t be long before this spread across the whole world.
When that time came, their crews and the forces behind them would all have to lose face along with them.
The mission had failed and they’d even been taken alive. What awaited them was an outcome more painful than death.
Dragon Spirit was very satisfied with the outcome he had engineered. He wanted everyone who had their eyes on Yun Ran to know one thing.
Namely, that if you provoked someone you shouldn’t provoke, death would be the most dignified end you could hope for.
"Throw these people into the pond again. We’ll keep the exhibition going tomorrow. Also, tell those who want to come snoop around that we’re charging admission now!"
At the beginning, Dragon Spirit had really just wanted to attack these people mentally and in their Dao Hearts, shattering their will, which was why he had treated them as exhibition pieces.
But Dragon Spirit had clearly underestimated how pitifully few entertainment options people had in ancient times.
The result was that just this little bit of drama had actually attracted hordes of people to come and check it out.
If that stingy Yun Ran found out he’d wasted such a great chance to charge fees, she’d probably cough up blood.
Ma San instinctively answered when he heard Dragon Spirit’s words, but after the words ran once through his head, he suddenly froze.
A dim glint of "stupidity" flashed in his eyes. "Ad...admission tickets?"
It wasn’t that Ma San was overreacting. Charging admission was usually something reserved for gatherings or special trade fairs.
"Is there a problem?"
Dragon Spirit immediately tossed back a question. His tone was mild, but Ma San clearly heard another layer of meaning in it.
Which was: if you can’t even handle something this simple, you can get lost right now.
Ma San took a deep breath. "No problem, absolutely no problem. Leave this to me, you can rest easy."
With that, Ma San hurried off in a rush. Dawn was almost here; he had to seize the time!
Dragon Spirit’s gaze once again fell on the batch of people trapped today, his tone dripping with disdain.
"The quality’s getting worse with every batch. No wonder you showed up this late. If I weren’t worried about damaging this Dream Mirror, this Dragon King would’ve killed you all long ago!"
Dragon Spirit waited for quite a while longer, wanting to see if anyone else was coming to throw their lives away tonight.
In the end, even when the sky was starting to lighten, not a single ghost of a shadow appeared.
"Tsk, these people really are useless. It’s been a whole day and night, and only this few have shown up."
And here he’d thought the forces eyeing the things in Yun Ran’s hands were going to be some big shots.
At that moment, noise was already coming from the back gate of the stronghold. Clearly, the people of Mei City who wanted to see the spectacle had been waiting there bright and early.
The scene was just like those tourists in later generations who loved to check in at every internet‑famous spot.
"I wonder if, after we rake in a huge pile of ticket money this time, Yun Ran will think I’m some kind of money‑making genius!"
Dragon Spirit had no intention of meddling with the remaining petty matters and directly turned to head back to his own courtyard.
However, just as he turned away, Chi Yao silently emerged from a corner.
Seeing Dragon Spirit’s retreating back, he clearly let out a breath of relief. "Phew, if it weren’t for my Secret Technique, I really would’ve been caught on the spot by this guy."