Chapter 185 9 God’s Shame

Chapter 185: The Disgrace of the Nine Gods

Fu Liye looked at his new acquaintance with interest: "Brother Wang seems to be quite well-off."

"Ha, borrowed," Old Wang laughed heartily as he turned out his empty pockets: "As the saying goes, live for today and let tomorrow take care of itself. I’m a stranger here, and keeping money in my pocket just invites trouble. Better to spend it and enjoy life; that’s what I call living!"

"Live for today and let tomorrow take care of itself..." Fu Liye savored the words for a few seconds, a smile appearing on his face: "Well said. Brother Wang may be young, but you’re quite free-spirited. If you want to drink in the future, come find me, and I’ll make sure you have enough."

When Old Wang hummed a tune and came out, he felt a bit unsteady on his feet. The temperature difference between inside and outside was significant, and the bone-chilling wind made him shiver.

Looking up, he noticed that the light from the α2-grade soul crystal on the street seemed blurry, and the fog around was much thicker than when he arrived in the evening, making even the strong soul crystal light difficult to penetrate.

A heavy fog? What omen is this?

Old Wang looked up curiously and saw a faint trace of blood-red high up in the misty sky, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to disappear.

Am I seeing things? Or did I drink too much?

Old Wang shook his head, deciding to go home and sleep.

...

Ice River Bar, early morning...

The sky was already beginning to lighten, and even the liveliest bars eventually close.

The bar was empty, and the mess had been cleaned up by the last staff member to leave, but the lights were not completely turned off, leaving one on because there were still two people there.

Under the light of the remaining soul crystal, Honghe was leisurely sipping her wine, showing no signs of urgency. Soon, Fu Liye emerged, neatly dressed.

"Did you take care of those girls?"

"What, do you doubt my ability or my charm?" Fu Liye smiled slightly, "I must say, the skin of Ice Spirit girls is truly exceptional, snow white. And I hear Princess Xue Zhiyu is a vision of beauty."

"Oh, if you can win over Xue Zhiyu, I might consider playing along," Honghe said with a seductive smile.

"Hey, Sister Hong, you’re asking too much. I may be a ladies' man, but I’m not a scoundrel," Fu Liye poured himself a drink and took a comfortable sip.

"That kid is on the list."

"Wang Feng, right? I know. He’s the one who brought disgrace to the Nine Gods, ha ha. The Nine Gods, known for never betraying, produced such a cowardly traitor who dismantled the organization in Aurora City. A disgrace to the industry, I understand."

Honghe's alluring eyes flashed with a cold glint, but she smiled sweetly, "Take care of him, name your price."

"Sure, one million."

"You must be crazy. This kid is trash, worth at most ten thousand!"

"Tsk tsk, Little Hong, we’ve been close for a long time. Think about it, this kid has caused you so much trouble, managed to hide here, and even became the princess’s sweetheart. He’s no ordinary person. Killing him will cause a lot of trouble. Besides, this isn’t part of the mission, so it’s extra work, which means extra pay!"

"Get lost!"

Fu Liye didn’t get angry, "Your anger is quite charming. Think about it, I’m very efficient."

Honghe laughed coldly and took away her drink, "No need for your services. Do you think my money isn’t real?"

You have a way out, but you chose to hide here, thinking it would be safe? Wang Feng’s strength is negligible, but his existence is a disgrace to the Nine Gods. I hear even the Fifth Prince is furious. As the leader of the wild group in Ice Spirit, I want this credit.

...

The next day was Deder’s class.

The aftereffects of the Winter Burn were indeed strong. Old Wang thought he wouldn’t wake up in the morning, but surprisingly, he woke up at dawn, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, with no hint of alcohol. It seemed his body had absorbed everything, giving him a divine feeling, quite pleasant.

Deder was lecturing on the witchcraft of Liqibao again. Old Wang really wanted to doze off, but he felt no drowsiness, which was somewhat amusing. This body was indeed too strong, not just in strength but also in daily life.

Fortunately, Timols didn’t dare chatter during Deder’s class. Old Wang stared blankly at the blackboard, and Deder, sensing some encouragement, looked unusually excited, speaking louder than usual. He swayed his head and lectured, "Beginners should focus on flat engraving techniques, using the witchcraft of Liqibao as an example..."

"Wang Feng! Come out, I want to challenge you!"

The shout was loud, and everyone in the rune class turned their heads.

"Wang Feng, Wang Feng, they’re looking for you!" Timols said excitedly.

Old Wang gave him a light tap on the head and turned to look. Outside the window, a bald warrior carrying a large hammer was approaching angrily.

But before the bald man could reach the door, another even more powerful voice rang out nearby: "Challenge my big head, take him down!"

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a series of rapid footsteps from the left corridor. The bald man froze, his face changing rapidly, and he tried to turn and run, but an ice pillar shot from behind, hitting him in the back of the head and knocking him to the ground. Immediately, seven or eight burly men jumped out, shouting and pummeling the bald man.

Boom, boom, boom! Crack, crack, crack!

Everyone in the rune class stretched their necks, and even Professor Deder’s eyes widened. When Xuecai appeared at the classroom window with her hands on her hips, the bald man was already half-dead, crying and begging for mercy: "Stop, stop, Princess Xuecai, I’m sorry!"

"Wang Feng is under my protection. Provoking him is provoking me!" Xuecai declared authoritatively, her voice loud and clear: "Are you all trying to rebel? Get lost!"

The students in the rune class looked like deflated vegetables, expecting a good show but having it ruined. After all, this was Princess Xuecai. Although she had only been at the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary for a year, she was already the top girl here.

The true powerhouses in Ice Spirit were few. Xue Zhiyu and Jina were her sisters, while the more brutal Winter Trio claimed to be her brothers-in-law. Other scattered experts were either suitors of her sister or good friends of Aota, all connected to her in some way. Moreover, she herself was a princess. She could hit people without consequences, but others couldn’t touch her.

Damn, they really don’t know the meaning of death.

Old Wang didn’t even lift his butt, watching the commotion outside the classroom window and sighing deeply. Youth is full of passion.

"Wang Feng! Wang Feng! Come out, I need to talk to you." Xuecai waved from the window.

If it were anyone else, Professor Deder might have scolded them, but this was the princess.

"I’m in class," Wang Feng mouthed, not bothering to respond. What could the little brat want?

　Master Deder and everyone in the rune class immediately turned to look at Old Wang. Wang Feng, helpless, could only step forward. Xuecai had a smug look on her face: "How about it, Wang Feng? Does it feel good to have an older sister like me looking out for you?"

　"Older Sister, what's going on? We're in class!"

　"You really don't know when to quit. Don't you know who spread the rumor that anyone who beats you can become my boyfriend? Do you think your little fireball can keep you alive today?"

　Xuecai said with a mix of frustration and concern, clearly upset that he didn’t understand her intentions.

　"Oh, then what should I do?"

　"What should you do? Follow me, come on, today I'll show you what real dominance is!"