Chapter 64: Take Him Down First (Extra Updates Starting Today)

In the dead of night, Tiger, one member of the trio staying at the small inn, quietly got up. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Ou Xiaolu; until he eliminated him, there would be no peace for him. He had just pushed open the door when the man living across the hall did the same.

"Where are you going?" the neighbor asked.

Tiger shot him a glare. "Mind your own business. I can’t sleep. I’m going to finish off that guy."

"Don’t cause trouble for the boss."

"Don’t worry. No one will notice when I make my move. The boss said before that the people from the Holy Blood Council suffered a heavy loss on this campus. There are no more of them left here. Nobody will notice if I act."

Hearing this, the other man thought Tiger’s reasoning made sense. After all, this campus was full of ordinary students. What harm would it do to take out one of them? Their purpose here was to deal with the Holy Blood Council; as long as their presence wasn’t discovered by the Council, nothing else really mattered.

With that thought, he stepped aside.

Tiger grinned at him. "Thanks, old pal. I’ll treat you to meat when I get back."

With that, Tiger turned into a swirl of black wind and vanished down the corridor.

Meanwhile, Ou Xiaolu was communicating with Booth in "World: The Broken Scepter" through his avatar ability. As with other worlds, the time ratio in "World: The Broken Scepter" was also one to one. Booth and the little girl, Xiao You, had yet to find a suitable place to settle.

But Booth had already noticed the unique traits of this small world. In his words, there was an obvious scent of missions everywhere.

Clutching the Solar Coral Egg, Xiao You had no idea Booth was communicating with someone else. She followed him cautiously, not daring to get too close or too far.

“What’s the power system like in that world?” This was the question Ou Xiaolu cared about most. The projections he’d sent before had all gone into micro-worlds; even if there was a power system, it wasn’t much use, and they would be out in a few hours. There was no point in researching so much—it was better to gather more useful resources.

But this large-scale world was different. The projections could stay for a long time, move freely, take on quests, and even interact with local forces. The power system then became a crucial consideration.

Knowing the details of the power system would make them much safer.

Booth, for his part, had studied it closely. “When I arrived, I sensed a rather obscure magical energy. It’s tangible, but not so obvious. It suggests this is a magical world, but one that is approaching or has already entered the Age of Declining Magic.”

“Only approaching?” Ou Xiaolu asked, curious.

“Yes. I can still sense spiritual energy in the air, which is good for my internal energy. That’s a sign of an approaching decline, not a completed one—unlike the true Age of Declining Magic, where there’s no spiritual energy left at all.”

"1926—just about right. So, what’s your plan?"

"First, I’ll find a place to settle down. Then I’ll see if there are any major magical organizations in Xinxiang. I want to learn about the stance of these organizations. My impression is that the core issue in this world is the conflict between magical groups and ordinary people."

"All right, handle things over there as you see fit. If you need anything, just ask. If I’m not around, Arlo will be."

"No worries, but you need to send help soon. Don’t be fooled by the three of us here—really, I’m just dragging along two dead weights."

"Fine, I’ll see about pulling some people for you first thing in the morning."

Ou Xiaolu had just agreed to this when a message came in from Arlo.

"I told you, you’re a magnet for trouble. See? Trouble’s come looking for you again."

Ou Xiaolu didn’t have Arlo’s sharp senses, but he broke off contact with Booth and stood up.

Arlo, who had been sprawled on the bed since returning to the dorm, also rose, his gaze fixed outside.

Following Arlo’s eyes, Ou Xiaolu looked out but saw nothing unusual—just stronger winds than usual.

"As a tiger, I’m highly sensitive to the wind. I can sense that Tiger’s aura is riding the wind," Arlo said.

"I’ve seen that Tiger before," Ou Xiaolu replied. "He’s here to cause trouble for the Holy Blood Council." What he didn’t say was that the reason Tiger was targeting the Holy Blood Council was due to his own unintentional guidance.

"Then why have they come to Shixi campus?" Arlo asked, puzzled.

"Probably because the Holy Blood Council suffered such a loss here that none of them dare come back. For the Council, this place is practically a vacuum."

"How troublesome," Arlo scoffed. "Lose once and retreat? The Holy Blood Council isn’t so formidable after all."

"They’re just a group of businessmen trying to buy extraordinary powers or longer life spans. If you really asked them to risk their lives, forget it."

"So, what are you going to do about the one downstairs? I bet the moment you turn off the lights, he’ll barge in, kill you, and blame it all on the Holy Blood Council."

"If I were him, I’d do the same. In Xinxiang, the Holy Blood Council is the perfect scapegoat—anything can be pinned on them."

As Ou Xiaolu spoke, he pulled out the two short swords he’d acquired earlier that day. "Do you think I have time to learn to use these now?"

"Your swords are just a step away from having true spirit. If you try to learn my magical arts now, you’ll just waste them," Arlo said, glancing at him. "Forget it, I’ll handle this. Just open the window for me."

Ou Xiaolu nodded and went to the window, pushing it open.

A gust of black wind immediately surged toward him, thick with a pungent, bloody scent. Anyone struck by it would die instantly.

But just then, Arlo appeared at the window and let out a roar at the black wind.

This time, Arlo’s roar didn’t disturb anyone in the building—it transformed into another wave of black wind, shooting straight out.

Arlo’s black wind was his mystical technique, the Lung Meridian Golden Sand Wind. It carried countless grains of golden sand, which slammed into the enemy’s black wind. Ou Xiaolu heard a sharp scream, followed by a heavy thud as someone crashed to the ground.

The entire building was roused. Lights flicked on as everyone tried to see what had happened outside.

Peeking out, Ou Xiaolu saw that Tiger was lying battered and motionless on the ground, unable to move at all.