Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 565: Arrangements

Yu Sheng spent a considerable amount of time carefully selecting a place to establish the "Omen Divine Temple"—considering the unique nature of this independent space, it was essentially about finding a spot in the valley to create a "connection point." After much deliberation, he decided to place the connection point of the space at the tower of the long-haired princess.

This spot is unobtrusive; it doesn’t interfere with the operation of the Star Port while being easily visible. The tower itself is under the real-time surveillance of the long-haired princess, so there’s no worry that children will wander alone into the temple ruins. After all, the ruins’ environment is really unsuitable for children’s play. Although the long-haired princess has a bit of a mischievous streak, she’s in high school after all, and in Fairy Tales, she’s considered a capable "guardian," reliable in serious matters.

Now, above the white tower full of fantasy colors, a floating black space rift appeared. The rift’s stable transmission point was located at the end of the half-moon terrace at the tower top, where there’s a door leading directly to the Omen Divine Temple. Nearby, giant bean stalks are visible among the clouds—the overall scenery is very cool, and it would be even cooler if what hung from the clouds wasn’t a bunch of giant bean pods.

The long-haired princess stood on the rooftop beside the town square, hand raised to shield her eyes as she gazed in the direction of the tower, muttering: "It looks like the lair of a corrupted boss... You know, bro, the kind where a princess in distress turns into a fallen queen or persecuted witch, starts off miserably, then suddenly builds a base at the edge of the map to take revenge on the world—that kind of vibe."

Yu Sheng revived back after "welding" the Omen Divine Temple onto the valley, and now stood beside the long-haired princess, chuckling at her words: "You really get it."

"Of course," the long-haired princess said proudly, "Let me tell you, the hero group usually fights their way up to the tower’s base in the third-to-last episode. The black stuff up there is either for the protagonist to power up or the DLC for the second season... In proper fantasy animation, I would usually jump off that balcony in the last episode—and then the male and female leads could shamelessly start making out on my balcony."

The King was lazily lying on the eaves not far from there, hearing the long-haired princess’s scattered thoughts, he raised an eyelid, yawned, then casually remarked while pawing the roof tiles: "When I arrange the stage play for the kids this year, I’ll have the Hero Squad block your door, then you can jump down from the balcony..."

"That won’t work, I want to be the heroine."

"Nowadays, corrupted heroines are popular."

"Then... fine."

So the long-haired princess and the King started discussing those famous stories of death by balcony, ranging from Black O Souls to Elden O Ring, and then from Elden O Ring to Bloodborne O Curse, finally agreeing it all started with the bad precedent set by Romeo and Juliet...

Yu Sheng couldn’t listen anymore halfway through, so he jumped down from the rooftop and found Mo Ran’s group preparing to leave.

Mo Ran, clad in a black dress, gracefully greeted: "Greetings, True Monarch."

Yu Sheng waved his hand, fiddling with the "blood needle launcher" on his arm, smiling as he nodded to her: "I tried this thing after I got back earlier, it’s quite handy, and those blood grenades, they worked well too—it’s thanks to you all that we managed to ’dismantle’ the World Bridge successfully."

"It’s great as long as True Monarch is satisfied," Mo Ran said with a hint of a smile, then hesitated and slightly turned her body, pointing to the three evil cultivators behind her, "They also contributed greatly—the arm bracers you have, and those blood grenades and the diffusion device, they primarily made them. Though these three are notorious villains long imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower, they’ve been quite earnest recently."

"I’ve heard," Yu Sheng said with a smile, looking at the Withered Court Elder, Blood Young Master, and Bone-devouring Immortal, nodding to them, whose appearance clearly showed they weren’t upright individuals, "I’m familiar with the Demon Suppression Tower; any without skill wouldn’t be locked up there. Given the nature of Yuanling and their trio, if they can be released to redeem themselves, they must have that qualification... well done."

The three evil cultivators had been behaving like quails, likely soaked by the blood mist while acting as on-site engineers to calibrate the equipment—without a blood transfusion, it felt like one. As Yu Sheng approached, they even felt slightly out of control, only able to lower their heads in fear and trepidation.

"Are they responsible for subsequent production and research?" Yu Sheng turned to look at Mo Ran.

"Naturally," Mo Ran nodded, "The foundation they laid makes it best for them to handle future improvements. Furthermore, these three have adapted to the might in your blood, whereas others would need to adapt from scratch."

Bone-devouring Immortal listened, sighing inwardly: Great, they did too well redeeming themselves, no chance to return to prison now...

Then she heard a voice from the front: "Lift your heads, you three."

The three nervously lifted their heads.

Yu Sheng didn’t waste time, pulling out the bloodletting knife he had with him, and stabbed it into his palm.

Blood flowed quickly, under his control, floating in mid-air.

"Though you’ve touched my blood before, it wasn’t a complete ’blood transfer’ process," Yu Sheng said with a chuckle to the three, "Since you’ll continue handling these matters in the future, you’ll likely travel between two places often—consume this, and it will be more convenient."

He said this, but he didn’t express another reason—

After all, these three are "evil cultivators," even if the Yuanling trio deem them "qualified to redeem themselves," they are evil cultivators. He has a bunch of kids here in the valley; though Yun Qingzi watches over them, he’s still a little uneasy letting the three evil cultivators wander around.

Once they go through the "blood transfer," he’ll feel at ease.

The three Blood Young Masters were stunned, looking at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to move.

The urge to surrender due to blood influence and the fear and panic from spiritual intuition regarding strange objects surged simultaneously, clashing intensely in their minds.

But this conflict did not last long—before Yu Sheng could urge them, the Withered Court Elder had already taken a step forward: "Thank you, True Monarch, for the blood."

As a seasoned evil cultivator, the old man knew one thing well: when faced with a situation that can’t be won at first glance, there’s no benefit in holding out stubbornly; in fact, the sooner you bow out, the more dignified it is.

He was the weakest in cultivation level among the three, yet he could still suppress numerous experts in the "Death Sentence Realm" and "Life Sentence Realm" within the Demon Suppression Tower, becoming someone who had his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment after meritorious service and was personally beaten but not killed by Master Yuan Hao. What was the key?

It was because he knelt quickly back then.

When Master Yuan Hao had only half-swung his brick, he slid directly to the gate of the Demon Suppression Tower, even putting the shackles on himself.

With the Withered Court Elder taking the lead, the Blood Young Master instantly reacted, following suit submissively.

After all, they were both experts of the same level, and when sliding to the Demon Suppression Tower back in the day, they were only half a body length apart—the slower ones were smashed to death by Master Yuan Hao with a brick at the foot of Spirit Mountain.

Seeing the state of the two beside him, the Bone-devouring Immortal finally resigned himself, sighed, gave up his beautiful wish to return to prison, and then pried open the mechanical locks on the side of his iron mask. Accompanied by a clicking sound, he finally removed that heavy lock from his face.

A wave of bloody air rushed to face, and beneath the mask were interlocking steel-like sharp teeth, dripping with blood.

Yu Sheng was shocked and, after holding back for two seconds, blurted out: "Oh gosh, no wonder it was always creaking. Your teeth... don’t they hurt?"

The Bone-devouring Immortal froze upon hearing this, probably not expecting such a question, hesitating before replying: "They... do hurt."

"Without this thing, it’s hard for her to control her cannibalistic urges," the Blood Young Master explained, "It was caused by demon possession back in the day, and she made the mask herself..."

"Shut up!" The Bone-devouring Immortal glared at the Blood Young Master immediately, a subtle murderous air rising, "I don’t need you to speak!"

"Then hurry up," Yu Sheng quickly said upon hearing the situation, sending the floating blood droplets towards the trio, "Finish eating and go back quickly..."

After sending Mo Ran and his group away, Yu Sheng returned to the small plaza in the center—there was still a "problematic character" waiting to be dealt with here.

Luo Zheng sat somewhat tensely on a silver chair in the center of the plaza, looking as pitiful, weak, and helpless as if being bullied at work, surrounded by a group of gawking children. The children were actually quite polite; some even kindly gave Luo a few tissues and two bags of snacks, yet Luo remained as nervous as ever.

The reason for her nervousness was quite understandable—because around her were more than a dozen red-eyed dwarves...

The mass-produced puppets stared at the "Black Spot Warlord" on the chair with dead fish eyes, fearfully guarding against the escape of this highly dangerous individual.

Yu Sheng walked towards this golden-haired elf, immediately noticing her disheveled appearance: the expensive-looking silver-white long dress was now dirty and torn, her golden hair, too, had become filthy and disordered amid the battle and smoke. Probably due to the impact suffered while fighting in the city with Little Red Riding Hood earlier, her entire spirit seemed somewhat dazed—Yu Sheng had walked up to her before she slowly looked up, her eyes gradually widening as if she had seen a ghost.

"Nothing good ever happens when I see you..." the elf said, almost teary.

What could Yu Sheng say—he felt the lady was right.

"What do you plan to do with me next," Luo sighed again, remaining quite clear-headed even after the battle, not forgetting her situation as a "prisoner." "Is that poker-faced one planning to lock me away in her ’containment zone’?"

"She probably won’t be able to deal with you for a little while," Yu Sheng told her honestly, "The surface of Boundary City has recovered, but there are tons of follow-up matters. The Special Service Bureau will be extremely busy in these next few days, and she still has to find a place to settle your surviving ’Loyalist Faction’ guards. As for you, the ’leader’... she asked me to help keep an eye on you for now."

Luo widened her eyes slightly.

Yu Sheng, with a friendly smile on his face, added the second half of the sentence: "My valley, the containment level is higher than the headquarters of the Special Service Bureau..."