Shennong Dao Master-Chapter 1527 - 21: Lu Yuehan’s Honesty, Giant Sun Grassman Skill Acquired, Eighteen Nations Gather! (End of This Volume)

"Completely vanished."

A month later, the feeling of unease finally completely dissipated.

But Zhao Xing just couldn't relax.

If spying has disappeared, it means the next step is action.

"It's only been two hundred years since the last action, being so urgent really doesn't fit normal logic."

He Yin Marquis is at the Tao Domain Realm, two hundred years for his lifespan is just like a nap.

What does this mean? It's like during the mortal period, someone suddenly wants to come and hunt you down.

If Zhao Xing knew He Yin Marquis spent so much, he might just want to hand over the item for money.

The premise is he knows what the item is, and the other party wouldn't kill him to silence him.

The problem is he doesn't know what item he took, and the other party wouldn't come to negotiate amicably.

If that thing could be openly bought and sold, Qing Yu Zi wouldn't have died.

"Life is really not easy," Zhao Xing couldn't help but sigh.

"Old friend, is life still not easy?" Jing Yan held a charming songstress in his arms, and she was feeding him wine while holding his neck. "I see it's not life being hard, but you restraining yourself with asceticism."

Looking at Jing Yan lying in a beauty's embrace, Zhao Xing said nothing, just drank alone.

"You've been frowning these days; clearly, you have something on your mind." Jing Yan raised his glass remotely: "You don't say, I won't ask, but since you came here to drink with me, it proves you have no better ideas now and just want me to help you unwind."

Zhao Xing nodded; feeling upset, he came to Jing Yan's place for a drink.

"Haha." Seeing this, Jing Yan clapped his hands and stopped the dancing songstresses, all of whom were First Realm.

Then Jing Yan took out a bag of ancient coins from his Qiankun Bag: "Stop dancing, whoever can make my buddy happy, this bag of money is hers."

The songstresses' eyes immediately lit up; that was a bag of Seven Star Ancient Coins!

"Brother Jing, you..." Zhao Xing was a bit surprised.

Jing Yan stood up with two beauties, smiling: "Don't always stretch yourself tight. We're adventuring outside; who knows, someday our lives may be lost. You need to learn to relax and vent, enjoy the moment."

"These songstresses from the Lu Mansion know how to serve and can meet all your needs."

"That's all I'll say; I'll leave here to you."

Jing Yan gave Zhao Xing a knowing look, then took the two beauties outside.

Seeing the intense gazes of those songstresses, Zhao Xing chuckled: "Then come over and play with me."

...

A few days later, Jing Yan returned to the palace and saw a group of songstresses with dull eyes, expressionless and pained, walking out.

Seeing Jing Yan, they even forgot to greet him.

Deep down, Jing Yan couldn't help but wonder: "Is my pal really this fierce, winding up a hundred people until they're like this... could he be a pervert?"

Entering the palace, Jing Yan saw Zhao Xing packing up a stack of cards with several embroidered bags hanging on his waist, and a pile more on the table.

"You, what are you doing?" Jing Yan was taken aback.

"Qingyu Card, want to play a hand?" Zhao Xing asked. "If not, I'll teach you."

"I left you a team of songstresses, and you just had them play cards?" Jing Yan remembered the songstresses' earlier looks and Zhao Xing's trophies, "Wow, brother, you're beyond help."

Zhao Xing calmly put the cards away: "Venting desires doesn't always rely on wine and women; winning can vent for me."

"Desire to win, huh?" Jing Yan looked at Zhao Xing with interest: "Did you get enough from it?"

"Clearly not." Zhao Xing shook his head. "They were too weak, couldn't calculate better than me."

"I'll play." Jing Yan sat down eagerly: "Qingyu Card? I haven't played it before."

"Try it, have a couple of relaxing games."

...

For a whole month, Zhao Xing stayed in Jing Yan's palace playing cards.

At first, it was just the two of them, but later Jing Yan thought two people weren't fun—he couldn't always be the only one losing money!

Thus, Jing Yan invited Fate Master Wang Yun to join them.

Now Jing Yan was considered Marquis Mansion's Minister, so Wang Yun naturally wanted to foster a good relationship and quickly joined in.

"Brother Wang, let's agree, you can't use Fate Master's spell to calculate cards." Jing Yan skillfully shuffled the cards: "Using spells to calculate cards would ruin the fun."

"Of course, it's rare to be invited to play... What does this card mean?"

Wang Yun noticed these cards were very unique, each seemed to have different changes.

"Let Zhao Xing explain, these were invented by him." Jing Yan gestured; the card game was complicated, a month in, and he was still a beginner, wondering how Zhao Xing came up with it.

"Not that I invented them, it's my teacher Qing Yu Zi." Zhao Xing corrected.

"Trump card Qing Yu Zi, only one in a deck, but divided into yin and yang types, three people need three decks, strongest power in the deck." Zhao Xing introduced.

"These cards were crafted using a micro-array of spells; if anyone cheats and probes the spell array in the cards, it emits a warning red light."

"Yang card represents the living Qing Yu Zi, with combat power at the Reincarnation Realm."

"Yin card represents an ongoing reincarnation transformation, combat power unknown, and changes based on your auxiliary cards and environment cards."

"Oh?" Wang Yun was intrigued, as he hadn't played such cards before. "Tell me more."

"Environment cards are quite simple. There are only stable cards and changeable cards." Zhao Xing smiled: "The numbers on stable and non-stable cards represent a Spiritual Energy Index and a Chaos Index."

Wang Yun nodded, this was easy to understand.