Chapter 647: Northern Domain Jiang Shao, Three-Eyed Pupils

Questioned, Passive Value, 2.

"You're insane!"

Xin Gugu was the first to vocalize his doubt; he was genuinely startled by Xu Xiaoshou.

This guy isn't stupid, so how could he say such a thing?

Form a supreme force?

Forget about whether they even had the strength to establish one; even if they did, it would naturally put them in the eye of the storm.

At that point, with all sides watching closely, who would bear the brunt of the waves?

The two ghost beast hosts?

What a joke!

Mo Mo was also quite shocked: "Xu... Shao?"

"Hmm?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head.

Mo Mo frowned: "The idea is good, but it's completely unrealistic. Not to mention we only have four people, even if we recruited more, a supreme force isn't that easy to build."

"Who said a supreme force needs the most people?" Xu Xiaoshou smiled faintly.

Mo Mo was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, a supreme force didn't necessarily require the largest numbers.

But at the very least, it needed the strongest individual, right?

Otherwise, forget about controlling territory—how would they handle a single Zhandao attack?

Questioned, Passive Value, 2.

What Mo Mo didn't know was that in Xu Xiaoshou's mind, the candidate for the supreme force's strongest member was already decided.

In fact, there were even more than one!

Anticipated, Passive Value, 1.

Amid the two waves of doubt came a single message of blind optimism.

Almost as soon as Xu Xiaoshou suggested it, Mu Zixi's eyes lit up, as if she'd thought of something fun.

"A supreme force? Sounds great!"

"We'll build one as tall as the Duojin Shanghang, just as luxurious, and it can be our second home in Dongtian Wangcheng!"

Mu Zixi didn't even consider the potential troubles that might follow.

Her biggest regret was the home in Tiansang City that she'd lived in briefly, which had become a thing of the past after she and Xu Xiaoshou left.

If they could have one in Dongtian Wangcheng, that would be perfect!

"You're the one who gets me."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and patted his junior sister's head; he loved her unquestioning, carefree attitude.

"I already have the plan; we're definitely building the force. It's just the name I haven't decided on yet. Any suggestions?" He turned back to Xin Gugu and the others.

Xin Gugu felt helpless.

He couldn't sway Xu Xiaoshou's decisions at all.

Once this guy set his mind on something, he was already confident about it.

Bringing it up wasn't for discussion; it was just to get input on the details.

"Well..."

Xin Gugu pondered for a long time before tentatively saying: "Xu Manor?"

Smack.

Xu Xiaoshou gave him a disapproving flick on the forehead.

"Xu Manor?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Have you forgotten your mission and the attitude you're supposed to have? Xu Manor... Why not just call it Virtual Float?!"

Well, that could work too... Xin Gugu winced in pain, grimacing but keeping his thoughts to himself.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Something more arrogant?"

"That might not be wise... Building a force is already bold enough; do you want the name to offend the entire Dongtian Wangcheng?"

It was meant as a rhetorical question, but Xu Xiaoshou fell into thought upon hearing it.

A name that could offend the entire Dongtian Wangcheng?

If that were the case, wouldn't he gain a flood of passive values just by sitting back?

Xin Gugu was startled by Xu Xiaoshou's contemplative expression.

"You're really thinking of doing that?"

"Great idea!" Xu Xiaoshou patted his shoulder approvingly. "Keep going with that line of thinking. Any other suggestions?"

Mo Mo watched from the side, utterly speechless.

She couldn't even get a word in.

Even Xin Gugu seemed to be getting pulled into Xu Xiaoshou's skewed mindset. If they kept this up, would they even keep the ghost beast hosts a secret?

"Arrogant..."

Mu Zixi wrinkled her brow in thought. As the only one fearless enough, she quickly came up with an answer: "If we're talking arrogant and offending everyone at once, how about... Dongtian First?"

She looked up abruptly, her big eyes sparkling and her tiger teeth gleaming.

"Dongtian First Tower?"

"It's bold and flashy, right? Anyone walking by would have to take a second look!"

Anticipated, Passive Value, 1.

Xu Xiaoshou was tempted.

If they hung a sign saying "Dongtian First Tower" in the bustling market, and he sat beneath it sipping tea...

That would mean endless passive values!

"Dongtian First?"

Xin Gugu suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

As a young man with a bit of a rebellious streak, he boldly rejected it: "If we're going that route, Dongtian First is too small-scale."

Mu Zixi shot him a dissatisfied glare.

Xin Gugu didn't back down: "If it's about being first, 'Tianxia First' would be way more arrogant. Dongtian First Tower doesn't hold a candle to 'Tianxia First Tower'!"

Mo Mo was baffled.

She looked at Xin Gugu in disbelief.

Had he gone off track too?

"Not enough!"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head firmly: "Following your logic, Tianxia First is still too limited. It lacks that unstoppable, world-dominating edge, like..."

"What?" Both Xin Gugu and Mu Zixi turned back, eyes full of anticipation.

Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a moment, recalling the line "The sky stands eight chi high, half a green dwelling who dares claim," and made his decision.

"Tian Shang First Tower!"

Just changing one word, but looking up at the sky, it evoked a "swallowing mountains and rivers" ambition that surged from within.

Everyone felt a sense of awe.

In that moment, Xin Gugu and Mu Zixi looked up as if seeing a lofty immortal palace.

It was shrouded in immortal mist and radiant light, leaving both of them lost in wonder.

Scoffed at, Passive Value, 1.

Mo Mo watched these three young people gazing at the sky and seeing nothing, her pretty face starting to stiffen.

"This..."

She hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.

Mo Mo curled her toes inside her white boots and gripped her small bronze furnace tightly, then let her arm drop limply.

Have I lost touch with the youth? Why does their idea seem so awkward to me...

Resisted, Passive Value, 1.

"Pfft!"

Apparently, Mo Mo wasn't the only one feeling awkward.

As they talked, the four had walked out of the alley and arrived at the entrance of Duojin Shanghang.

A group emerged from the door, and among them, a few couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Tian Shang First Tower... Ha ha ha, that's hilarious. Why don't you just go to heaven!"

"Who was that?!"

Xin Gugu whipped around like a porcupine with its quills raised, his fierce gaze locking on them.

"Enough!"

The young man leading the group of six was the most composed; he immediately scolded them.

The ones who had laughed quickly straightened up, suppressing their amusement and looking serious.

But Xin Gugu was still indignant.

He was someone who yearned for freedom.

Once, the word "home" had felt so distant to him.

Like Mu Zixi, he cherished the joy of that estate in Tiansang City.

Perhaps others couldn't understand, and even Mu Zixi might not feel it as deeply as he did—the desire for a haven that could hold everyone's unspoken childish dreams.

If someone mocked it with a laugh, dismissing it as they did...

Well, that was one thing, but it didn't sit right.

In his view, they were just chatting about their own affairs, lost in their dreams and joy.

Even if it was a bit foolish.

As long as they enjoyed it, that was enough.

But now, when he was trying to hold onto that joy, someone had to come along with a "face the reality" attitude and mock them outright.

That laugh was like whispering in his ear:

"In this world, there is no light!"

Whether there was light or not, they all knew deep down.

But if even their deliberate fantasies were ridiculed by reality...

Accepting it was one thing; not being annoyed was another!

"What are you laughing at?"

Xin Gugu strode up to the group, his face turning cold. "Tian Shang First Tower—is that funny?"

The two young men at the forefront were a cool and handsome one and a chubby one in white robes.

Behind them were four middle-aged Wangzuo-level figures, looking like bodyguards.

Xin Gugu could tell at a glance that this setup screamed "big faction background" for the Wangzuo Trial participants.

Normally, even with his "arrogant demeanor" task, he would avoid such groups, as one misstep could lead to real trouble.

But this time, he faced the Wangzuo who had laughed the loudest, his aura sharp and full of fighting spirit.

The surrounding crowd quickly scattered, forming a circle, their faces a mix of shock and curiosity.

"A Wangzuo?"

"Heavens, such a young Wangzuo... Wait, I thought that group was just joking around. Good thing I didn't laugh."

"Looks like there's going to be a show! That other group doesn't seem simple either! Four Wangzuos, and who's that leader... A young talent from Dongtian Wangcheng? I should recognize him."

"I don't know him. Probably an outsider drawn here."

"Jiang Shi? Not familiar, but I saw some conflict a few days ago involving him. Seems like he has a big background."

"And the other side—don't you know? They just entered the city with quite the fanfare! From the North Domain, Taixiang Xu family! That sounds impressive—people from the North Domain!"

Discussed, Passive Value, 126.

Observed, Passive Value, 147.

Speculated, Passive Value, 84.

Notifications popped up one after another.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a twinge in his chest and became instantly alert.

The six from Duojin Shanghang didn't worry him with their Wangzuos, but the two young men leading them were clearly no ordinary folk.

The chubby one in white looked vaguely familiar.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn't dwell on it.

Because the taller, more aloof young man had an aura that demanded attention.

From the back, Xu Xiaoshou watched him.

Unconsciously, his gaze was drawn to the man's eyes.

They were pure black eyes, incredibly clear, but around the whites, there were three gray spots.

The spots resembled wilted petals, exuding an aura of profound mystery.

Just one look, and Xu Xiaoshou felt as if he'd glimpsed a famous sword, his mind pulled into a vortex of illusions, unable to escape.

Controlled, Passive Value, 1.

The notification snapped him out of it.

Instinctively, he thought of Yu Zhiwen's "Zhuji Xingtong" and his junior sister's "Shenmo Tong."

"The same level of power?"

His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and Xu Xiaoshou felt disoriented.

He wanted to call out to Xin Gugu, but his junior sister, who had also seemed dazed, suddenly regained her senses and murmured softly.

"San Yan Tongmu."

Her tone was unnaturally cold, completely out of character for Mu Zixi.

"Do you know it?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned to her.

To his surprise, the innocent and sunny vibe Mu Zixi usually had was gone, replaced only by chill.

As if sensing something, the young man with the extraordinary eyes glanced over, about to speak.

But the Wangzuo behind him couldn't hold back under Xin Gugu's pressure.

With a step forward, he said:

"So what if I laughed?"

"On this busy street, with people everywhere, did I laugh at you? What gives you the right to interfere..."

"Shut up!"

The young man reluctantly pulled his gaze away and scolded again. "Haven't we had enough trouble from the other day? I told you to keep it in check and not bring your bad habits from home!"

"Oh."

The Wangzuo, chastised, nodded obediently.

"Step back."

"Yes!"

In a few words, he returned to his place.

Xin Gugu narrowed his eyes.

He could sense the young man was extraordinary, but when he looked at the one in charge, the other had finished reprimanding his people and now met his gaze.

And that was it—no more.

The young man's indifferent demeanor seemed to say, "I can discipline my own, but apologizing for the rudeness? Not happening."

"Just that? Nothing else?"

Xin Gugu raised an eyebrow, still fuming.

Spoiled types might have some manners, but basic respect seemed utterly foreign to them.

"Is there more?"

The young man didn't even flinch at the Wangzuo; it was as if, with his Xiantian cultivation, treating a Wangzuo senior like this was perfectly normal.

"Young Master Jiang, let it go."

"Heh heh, I'll handle this. I'll take care of it..."

"This kind of thing, let me deal with it..."

The chubby one in white stepped forward with an awkward smile, drawing everyone's attention.

He faced Xin Gugu first and bowed sincerely: "I'm Rong Dahao. What happened earlier was our fault; please forgive us."

The one called Young Master Jiang frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Rong Dahao continued: "But as they say, conflicts lead to new acquaintances. With your impressive bearing, you must be extraordinary folks. May I ask your names?"

His eyes shifted to the back.

Because the real leader was clearly among the young people there.

But after that glance, Young Master Jiang caught his eye—yet Rong Dahao's focus was entirely stolen by the small bronze furnace in the hand of the unfamiliar woman beside him.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his back, and Rong Dahao froze stiff.

Xin Gugu didn't notice any of this.

Smiling at the friendly face, he stepped aside and declared proudly: "From the North Domain, Taixiang Xu family—Xu Shao!"

The people around were visibly shocked.

But the group in front looked puzzled.

Young Master Jiang tilted his head: "North Domain?"

"What about it?"

Xin Gugu had no goodwill toward this person, his tone icy.

The Wangzuo who had laughed stepped forward, smirking as if holding back something: "North Domain, Taixiang Xu family? Never heard of it."

Xin Gugu shot him a cold look, only to see the Wangzuo gesture toward the young man in front and bow slightly.

"From the North Domain, Puxuan Jiang family—Young Master Jiang!"