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Chapter 873 - 282: Tricolor Start, Seven Maiden Continent. _2

Chapter 873: Chapter 282: Tricolor Start, Seven Maiden Continent. _2

If the conditions allow, one can also add some mutton and chili to the dry cakes. Taking a sip of meat soup and then a bite of dry cake makes one feel warm all over, and even the biting cold wind becomes refreshing. It empowers one to work all day.

"Brother Qiu."

Fat Long took a big sip of the lamb soup, nibbled on a dry cake, and said contentedly, "This bite is truly satisfying. Speaking of which, it’s funny, Jiang Taiping Continent is already a Fourth Grade Continent. In other words, just one more grade up, and it would be the Immortal Realm."

"A place teeming with Immortals."

"Yet, there’s still something as mundane as mutton soup."

"It gives people... a very down-to-earth feeling."

"Of course, the difference from Xuantian Continent might just be that the mutton is replaced with ’Seven-colored Sheep’, making it a bit more expensive and tastier, but fundamentally, isn’t it still mutton soup?"

"I had thought that people from such a high-grade continent would either not eat grains at all or feast on Immortal fruits every meal."

"Hmm."

Chen Qiu hummed, didn’t respond, but just sat with his mutton soup beside him, looking out at the passersby walking through the snow. It was a comfortable moment, and he wanted to savor it a bit longer.

Life seems long, but it is actually made up of such moments.

In the face of death, one recalls only a few such moments, and the rest of the time is spent waiting for them.

Like this moment.

He felt very comfortable, warm, and pleasant.

Meanwhile, Fat Long kept rambling about something: "Brother Qiu, do you think ’Jiang Taiping’ in ’Jiang Taiping Continent’ is a person’s name? Who exactly is qualified to name a continent? Wouldn’t it be great if there was a Chen Qiu Continent or Chao Tian Sect Continent, or better yet, a Fat Long Continent?"

Often,

there was no need to respond to Fat Long’s words. In Chen Qiu’s ears, he couldn’t even make out what Fat Long was saying now; it was like white noise, adding to the comfort of the moment.

Initially,

when he had his first taste of pig’s head meat after dozens of days of hunger, he had felt this same comfort. He didn’t actually like pig’s head meat, but after being starved for many days, there arises a strong craving for such greasy food.

"By the way—"

Fat Long suddenly muttered, "It’s been three days since Ba Dan borrowed a thread of Yin Emperor’s luck, and we still don’t know if he has won or not."

"He must have lost, of course."

The scholar, who had been sitting aside silently, had now finished eating and drinking. He grabbed the dry cake from his younger brother’s hand and threw it into his own bowl, whispering reproachfully, "Stop eating, why are you acting like a starving ghost lately?"

He then turned to Fat Long and continued, "Think about it, with the strength that Ba Dan unleashed at the end, he should have had no problem coming from the Fifth Grade Immortal Realm to the Fourth Grade Continent, right?"

"After all, he managed to force his way from the Fourth Grade Continent to the Fifth Grade Immortal Realm, didn’t he?"

"If he had won, wouldn’t he have come down to thank Brother Qiu?"

"Even if you are really strong, you all heard the urgency and pleading in Ba Dan’s voice that day. Given Ba Dan’s character, he definitely wouldn’t have just stayed silent about it."

"It’s been three days with no reaction; do you even need to think about it? He definitely lost."

"Indeed."

Fat Long nodded somewhat regretfully, "It’s a pity. That Zhao Yishi guy was actually quite interesting, and now he’s gone, died in the Fifth Grade Immortal Realm alongside Ba Dan. Why do you think Ba Dan insisted on taking Zhao Yishi with him in his last battle? Did he think going alone would be too lonely?"

"Who knows."

The scholar shook his head.

"Sigh."

At this moment, Chen Qiu, sitting with his mutton soup and enjoying the view of the snow outside, felt his comfort disappear upon hearing their conversation. He sighed helplessly and found the previously delicious mutton soup somewhat greasy.

He then set the mutton soup down on the table.

Got up, took his Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, and walked outside.

"Let’s go."

Three days ago.

Ba Dan had pushed his strength to its peak, then broke through the Heavenly Dao Shackles, ascending directly to the Fifth Grade Immortal Realm. Not long after, he heard Ba Dan’s urgent and pleading voice beside his ear.

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"Master Chen."

"I need to borrow a thread of Yin Emperor’s luck today. If Ba Dan survives by chance, I will be eternally grateful for this favor!"

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At that time, he didn’t have the means to siphon the Yin Emperor’s luck, so even if he wanted to lend it, he couldn’t. However, as soon as that voice spoke, he could sense a force that could take the Yin Emperor’s luck from within him.

All he needed to do was cooperate.

That is to say, if he was willing, he wouldn’t need to worry about the rest.

Honestly, he did hesitate at that moment, but ultimately, he lent it to Ba Dan.

He had done a good deed.

But a new problem arose, the thread of Yin Emperor’s luck promised to the Bai Family Patriarch couldn’t be fulfilled, so when he heard Fat Long and others discussing it, he sighed deeply, knowing he would need to find a way to obtain it for the Bai Family Patriarch.

After all, he had promised it.

Breaking promises was not his style.

For him, obtaining the Yin Emperor’s luck wasn’t too challenging; he just needed to visit a collapsing First Grade Continent in the underworld. However, the problem was that collapsing continents in the underworld had no Imperial Decrees, occurring within a small scope.