Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)
chapter-2324

Chapter 2324: It Can’t Be Helped. Just Watch Me Shine.

Suddenly, the sky behind the wooden door shifted dramatically.

What had been a sunny sky now melded into a downpour that would catch anyone off guard.

Song Shuhang had anticipated a weather change, but the storm’s intensity was unexpected. He couldn’t even raise his shield before getting soaked.

Normally, given Song Shuhang’s stature as a Venerable, a storm wouldn’t dampen him. But the rain in the three-eyed youth’s world was different. Even Senior Three-Eyed had gotten soaked, so it was no surprise Song

Shuhang had too.

Only the eyeball butler remained unaffected.

As Song Shuhang made his appearance, the butler had already procured a large steel umbrella, opening it in silence. It protected against both rain and hail. Its only drawback? Its weight.

Outside the door, the fat ball boss’s smurf ascended to the Wealth Throne’s pinnacle, just outside the door.

Even though the fat ball lacked simulated eyes, the three-eyed young senior felt the fat ball’s ‘gaze’ connecting with his.

As someone sensitive to gazes, he trusted his instincts.

The two leaders locked eyes through the door while maintaining a heavy silence.

After a few moments, Senior Three-Eyed cast three glances at Song Shuhang.

Despite the rain smearing his face, Song Shuhang met his gaze with composed defiance, albeit slightly diminished by his drenched appearance.

“I underestimated you, Little Tyrannical Song,” the three-eyed youth whispered using a secret sound transmission technique, ensuring the fat ball remained oblivious to their exchange.

Wiping away the rain, Song Shuhang responded in kind, “Thank you for the compliment, Senior. But to gather this ‘bet’, I’ve put in considerable effort.” The three-eyed youth frowned internally. ‘When did I praise you?’

“Bet, my ass! I’m well-informed, even here. The fat ball is the ‘Ruler of the Netherworld’, corresponding to the current Wielder of the Will. That’s quite the bet.”

Unsurprisingly, Senior Three-Eyed identified the fat ball as the Netherworld

ruler. Realizing the senior viewed him as a trickster, Song Shuhang could deduce the rest.

He then opened the door and transmitted, “Listen, Senior Three-Eyed. My bet is the alternate account of the Netherworld ruler, Fatty Ball. Possessing it will give you the opportunity to study avatars wandering in the main world’ Plus, this avatar has a potent dragon-shaped commander seal. It’s a relic from before the Third Heavenly Dao affirmed the Dao and holds immense value.”

“It’s a fair bet,” Senior Three-Eyed remarked as his fingers sunk into the recliner’s armrest.

The storm intensified and reflected Senior Three-Eyed’s souring mood. His changing emotions were transparent, even more so than Song Shuhang’s ‘face-reading technique’.

“I accept your wager,” Senior Three-Eyed declared while focusing all three eyes on Song Shuhang. Then, through a voice transmission, he added, “But since you’re betting, ensure it enters this realm. If it doesn’t cross the threshold, the bet’s off.”

Song Shuhang glanced at the fat ball.

For a long moment, the fat ball boss’s smurf bore into the three-eyed youth with a demonic intensity, momentarily forgetting even his sworn enemy, Song Shuhang.

After an extended pause, the fat ball finally remarked in a deep tone, “Ruler of the Netherworld.”

It had believed that the previous Netherworld rulers vanished with the Wielder of the Will’s abdication. Only Bai Youyou remained and usurped the power meant for the ball. Yet, here stood another.

The discovery was both unsettling and thrilling.

Bai Youyou aside, other rulers had left the Netherworld to conceal themselves in the main world.

Song Shuhang and the three-eyed teenager shared a silent exchange.

Breaking the hushed atmosphere, Song Shuhang addressed the ball, “Big Boss Fatty Ball.”

Having silently joined Senior Three-Eyed, Song Shuhang now found himself within the senior’s protective circle.

The fat ball turned its attention to Song Shuhang.

Gathering courage, Song Shuhang posed a question, “Is the anniversary of my death still set for this day next year?”

“I’ll spare you today,” the fat ball boss responded coldly. “If you can, hide here.

Permanently.”

With that, the fat ball seemed poised to exit the Wealth Throne.

“He didn’t come in after all,” Song Shuhang muttered.

“Do you really think this ball ruler is irrational? If it were, why would it enter?” Senior Three-Eyed posited while looking squarely at Song Shuhang. This former Netherworld ruler was protecting this small world.

The Netherworld Sphere’s ruler had only sent a clone here. Even without much thought, one could deduce it shouldn’t venture into this small world. It’d be like a fish awaiting the cleaver.

“I wish you’d concealed your identity,” Song Shuhang mused while smacking his forehead. “I was overly optimistic.”

It’s human nature to sometimes be too sure of themselves. Even when facing inevitabilities, there’s always a sliver of hope.

Feeling cornered, Song Shuhang admitted, “I had a plan I didn’t want to use.” Rising, he approached the wooden door.

It was time to showcase his true capabilities..