The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

"What are you trying to say?"

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Young Master Youhai was unfazed by the dangerous aura of the other; his fingers tapped on the armrest of his seat, he let out a ghostly, strange chuckle,

"There's nothing much, just didn't expect someone as ruthless and known for tormenting and intimidating countless as Young Master Ash, would dare to slap your face..."

With the existence of such an enormous entity as the Seven Spirit Kings, usually, it's like well water not mixing with river water, but in reality, there's also considerable friction among the powers below.

These heirs of the Spirit Kings are even more eager and competitive, constantly clashing with one another in secret.

In the present world.

... As the Abyss Power surged, the Divine beings recovered, and under the influence of certain rules, there were tumultuous changes happening all the time.

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

That saying could also be applied here... the more chaotic the present world is, the more opportunities for eruptions.

A great number of worlds were producing new people of the present with infinite potential.

Some struggled in collapsing worlds, carving a bloody path from dark corners.

Some resided in pollution, embracing the Abyss Power, turning vicious.

Infinite worlds, infinite possibilities.

Even though they have the backing of the Spirit Kings and endless resources, appearing as the elites of their generation on the surface.

But.

The weight of the words "rising in times of chaos"... could be enough to leave traces that crush the wheels in any world, in any era.

"Don't speak so unpleasantly."

However, Young Master Ash was not infuriated, merely smiling gently, "Slapping my face? It's just an ant stirring up dust."

"I've said before, once I find him, I will naturally turn him into my collectible."

"Is that so? But..."

Young Master Youhai spoke softly, "It seems you don't yet know where the other party is, you could ask me for help, after all, as long as I wish it, there is no information or intelligence that I can't find."

Young Master Ash's eyes flickered as he stared intently at the Young Master Youhai before him.

The Youhai Spirit King is known for comprehending all things, their channels of information are spread across the Ten Thousand Realms, and it seems that each world has a creature known as the Information Worm, through which a vast amount of information can be captured and sent back to Dark Sea.

"No need." Young Master Ash revealed a cold smile, "I will personally find that ant."

An Xinghe at this moment was also looking at Young Master Youhai, he paused, but did not speak.

He was indeed very interested in someone.

And he wanted to find their tracks.

Two months ago.

When the Mixed Fish Piano noticed that this Young Master was getting tired of "Two Tigers", it started to worry since, as a piano player, it only had that one score uploaded by the Sect Hierarch.

It couldn't come up with anything new.

To avoid being discarded, and seeing that the other seemed very interested in the Sect Hierarch.

It began to expand its business.

Through the score, it relayed the story of "The Hustlers Sect Hierarch"

It adapted the story according to the epic heroics of its own world… every day, it wrote four thousand characters in blood on the score sheet, constantly creating adventures across various worlds with the Sect Hierarch as the protagonist, to keep things fresh.

It called this method of writing an "infinite stream."

And An Xinghe, while skeptical of the content it narrated, did not burst its bubble; after all, the tales this creature spun were among the rare fun in a land filled with eeriness.

"Although the story it tells might be false."

"But this Hustlers Sect Hierarch should exist." Even if they were just an ordinary person, An Xinghe was still quite interested in them.

However.

Now wasn't the time to think about this.

This time... attending the auction was but a temporary stop, a brief rest, waiting for the hidden Protector strength to cool down completely, and then they could rebuild the channel and the three of them continue toward the Anxious Land.

...

Su Qi silently observed the three Young Masters of the Spirit Kings.

Although they were in host seats, it was outright impossible to be seated before the three Young Masters of the Spirit Kings.

So.

He was able to take advantage of his position behind them, using the [?] to look through the information of the three, one by one.

And just earlier, Su Qi saw the same piece of information appearing simultaneously above the heads of Young Master Ash and Young Master Sunset, An Xinghe.

[Seeking to find The Hustlers Sect Hierarch]

"How should I put this."

"I was still a bit surprised when I saw these two pieces of information."

"Are these two actually looking... for me?"

The question mark in the information changes with the state of the character, their mood, and the environment. Generally, the most prominent information at the moment has the highest chance of appearing, like how traces can be covered by dust—very metaphysical, yet also very useful.

This theory of traces was learned from the Master of Destruction who mentioned the traces of the Old Days multiple times. This seemed to be something important.

And at the moment, Su Qi was thinking.

When had he come into contact with these two.

"..."

He recalled the Linyuan Land—the existence behind the casino was a Spirit Prince's Heir. He had smashed up their establishment and even left the banner of The Hustlers Sect.

"Good, I can confirm... that the Ash Spirit King is not coming for an autograph, but for revenge."

The other one...

Su Qi turned his gaze toward Young Master Sunset.

He had a bit of an impression of this one; Russell had mentioned the word "Sunset" in the spaceship, after all, all the materials on the entire ship were turned over to the Sky Gold of the Youhai Spirit King.

If he had to say there was some connection.

Su Qi thought of the Mixed Fish Piano that appeared on the list, and he remembered his name was left on it too.

"...."

"Anyway... it proves that a boomerang always comes back unexpectedly and without warning."

"But, this is also an opportunity."

Su Qi's gaze focused on Nancy as she finished a segment of the show and walked off stage with a smile.

At that moment,

Nancy felt a chill at her back, turned around to look, but found... nothing seemed to have changed, then walked off stage.

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The show had already gone through several segments.

Retreating backstage, Nancy looked at the holographic screen which showed the Young Master Spirit Kings with a grave expression, noticing that the atmosphere around them was still not relaxed, and he sighed gently.

"Boss, you're sighing again." The assistant tilted her head and spoke gently, "You are the super star that everyone's watching."

"Super star..." Nancy laughed, but it was not as natural as before; he said with a touch of self-mockery:

"It looks glamorous on the surface, but in reality, it's an empty show of strength. In this world, without backing or strength, one will ultimately be secondary."

He saw very clearly that there seemed to be a lot of undercurrents quietly emerging in the Present World, and it was probably going to become more and more dangerous. In a civilization that hasn't completely collapsed, a star might be adored by everyone.

But!

Once pollution invades, destruction begins! When people no longer live for entertainment but start worrying about surviving.

Then he would be less than trash on the roadside.

So he could only serve any one of the Spirit Prince's Heirs well, after all, they represent the real big backgrounds, the major forces. If he could cling to one, in the future's unknown, unpredictable chaos, the homeland behind him and the people he cared about would also have some sanctuary and way out.

"However."

"That was my previous thought, now I just hope to finish this oppressive hosting as soon as possible, the quieter the auction afterwards, the better." Nancy sighed again, thinking of clinging to anyone... considering the atmosphere of the three, looking at Young Master Ash's temperament, it was simply not something he could consider. The auction was even more likely to cause disputes, and he would become the most vulnerable in the fire.

And at that time.

A voice rang out from a distance: "Sighs only add weight to your troubles and can't change bad situations."

Nancy's body trembled slightly as he saw Su Qi's figure; his pupils constricted:

"...How did you get backstage!"

Su Qi walked over leisurely, smiling: "As one of the organizers, isn't it right for me to inspect backstage?"

"...."

Nancy hurriedly looked at the holographic screen where the organizers were seated. A strong man was sitting on Su Qi's seat, somewhat at a loss—had they switched places?

He pressed his temples with headache:

"What exactly do you want to do, I'm already under a lot of pressure."

"I'm naturally here to help you share the burden and solve worries."

"Hearing you say that makes me more apprehensive."

"? That's rather hurtful."

Su Qi shook his head and reached out his hand: "As the only person who can understand you, you have to trust me."

Nancy: "..."

He silently clipped the microphone to his back.

Trust you, my ass!

You want to grab the microphone, don't you! I can see that!