Mythology Management System

Seeing the golden figure emerge from the corner, the one-eyed man's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

He hadn't even noticed the presence of other people here. Does that mean that if this person had wanted to kill him, he might have died without ever realizing it, and wouldn't even have seen what the other person looked like?

One-Eyed felt a wave of fear wash over him, thankful that he hadn't fought with Li Si earlier, otherwise he might not even know how he died.

At the same time, he was shocked by the power of Fu Jiu and the other two. He thought that the big shot who came out earlier was the full power of the three of them, but he did not expect that another strong person who could not see the depth of his strength would appear.

The one-eyed man is already a late-stage third-order cultivator, and even he can't fathom his true strength. This person is very likely a fourth-order grand cultivator!

What's even more terrifying is that the power they saw was deliberately shown to them by these three people. They had no idea whether there were any other trump cards in the mythology.

"This message must be relayed to the Pavilion Master!"

From then on, One-Eye no longer underestimated the newly established organization, Myth, and even began to consider how to befriend it.

"Huh? There are other people here?" The river god, who emerged from the corner, looked at the one-eyed man with curiosity.

One-Eyed's eyelid twitched, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," while he raised both hands.

"Don't make a move, boss, they're on our side!"

I'm not admitting defeat at all, I'm just... well, you know, showing weakness to the enemy, yeah, that's it.

One-Eyed was making excuses for his behavior, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

Having followed Wei Zheng for so long, he had learned a few of the Pavilion Master's shameless methods. Sometimes, integrity isn't important; survival is the only thing that matters.

"Hmm." Li Si nodded to the River God.

The River God had just arrived; otherwise, Li Si wouldn't have bothered arguing with One-Eyed. Seeing the bulging backpack on One-Eyed's back, Li Si's smile deepened.

"One-Eyed Brother, look, now that this fourth-tier big shot has come, we can't let him leave empty-handed, can we? Shouldn't you offer him something?"

A hint of struggle appeared on the one-eyed face. There's no need to elaborate on how strong a fourth-level cultivator is; just think of the black dragon.

A few hours ago, Black Dragon single-handedly overwhelmed the four third-tier fighters, without even breaking a sweat, as if he were bullying children, almost one punch per person. Even though Black Dragon is dead, he still left an indelible shadow in One-Eye's heart.

Suppressing his heartache, One-Eyed handed the contents of his backpack to Li Si. Fortunately, Li Si had some other treasures hidden on him, otherwise he would have returned empty-handed.

Li Si rubbed his hands together, took the backpack, took out the third-tier tiger whip and handed it to One-Eyed, while entrusting the rest of the good stuff to the River God for safekeeping.

Including what they had on hand, Li Si and the River God had already taken eight or nine tenths of the treasures in this vault, leaving only some low-value trinkets.

“One-Eyed Brother, I, Li Si, always keep my word. Since I just said that this third-tier tiger whip would belong to you, I will never go back on my word. Come, come, take this tiger whip back and give it to Pavilion Master Wei to nourish his body.” As Li Si spoke, he stuffed the tiger whip into One-Eyed’s hand.

The one-eyed man looked deeply moved, as if he had received a great favor, but in his heart he was cursing Li Si for being shameless.

Keep your word? Who was it that just said he could take whatever he wanted from the rest? Turns out, all that work just benefited someone else.

One-Eyed was extremely frustrated, but having something was better than having nothing. This third-tier tiger whip was incredibly valuable. If he found the right connections, he could sell it for three or four hundred spirit stones, which was equivalent to three or four ordinary third-tier treasures.

Forcing a "sincere" smile, One-Eyed accepted the third-tier treasure and said, "Then I will thank Brother Li Si on behalf of the Pavilion Master. We'll meet again another day."

After finishing his sentence, One-Eyed fled the place as fast as he could. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, Li Si would steal the treasures he had hidden on him. It was better to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

"Are we just going to let him go like this?" the River God asked, puzzled.

He had only known Li Si for a short time, but based on the introductions of the other members on the system and his own understanding after communicating with Li Si, he could roughly guess what kind of person Li Si was.

To sum it up in a few words, it would be ruthless, insidious, opportunistic, and petty...

It is truly astonishing that Li Si would spare the one-eyed man and even leave him some treasures instead of killing him to silence him.

It should be understood that if One-Eye were to spread the news that the Black Dragon Society's treasury had been stolen, it would be extremely disadvantageous for them, and might even attract a simultaneous attack from all the major forces in Qingshui City.

Li Si smiled and said, "Leave a way out for everything, so we can meet again next year."

"He knew what to do, and Wei Zheng knew what to do as well."

The river god shook his head: "I really don't understand how you humans think. Sometimes it's very simple, and sometimes it's very complicated."

Those who were given gold and silver by him were able to live well when they had no money, but after they got money, they became like different people. They began to worry about gains and losses, and some even committed suicide after losing money.

Can't we go back to our impoverished lives without money? Why do we have to wait for a windfall? The river god couldn't understand it.

Human nature is still too difficult for him to understand. However, if he wants to become a fifth-tier powerhouse, understanding human nature is a hurdle he must overcome. Otherwise, even if he waits for decades or centuries, his strength will still remain stagnant.

"Let's go, let's go." Li Si found a direction and prepared to leave. He couldn't answer the River God's question either.

This kind of thing depends on individual understanding; other people's opinions may not be suitable for you.

The shouts of battle outside had become very faint. Against the Black Dragon Society, the White Shark Gang had an absolute advantage.

With his weapon blessed by the River God, the little mustache temporarily put up a good fight against the white shark, experiencing the thrill of being a pay-to-win player.

The battles between the lower-level fighters were not so optimistic. Mad Shark, the vice leader of the White Shark Gang, charged into the Black Dragon Society's crowd with a pair of brass knuckles as if he were in an empty field, and soon took down more than a dozen Black Dragon Society members.

"Hu-hu-"

The man with the mustache was panting heavily. The weapon was good, but his stamina couldn't keep up. If White Shark was determined to fight him to the death, the man with the mustache would only be exhausted to death.

"Is that all?" White Shark's lips curled into a sneer. What a noob. Even with cheats, he's still helpless against him. He'll still die at his hands in a bit.

While mocking him, White Shark's gaze toward the two short knives in the mustachioed man's hand grew increasingly intense.

These two weapons are so powerful in the hands of a trash second-tier cultivator like Little Mustache. If they were in his hands, they might give him the ability to contend with a fourth-tier cultivator for a short period of time.

The man with the mustache exhaled hot breath as he said viciously, "White Shark, you'd better think this through. If you dare to destroy our Black Dragon Society, the Black Dragon Boss will make you wish you were dead when he returns!"

"Tch, I told you long ago, Black Dragon is dead. No one can save your Black Dragon Society today," White Shark said with disdain.

The man with the mustache felt a chill in his heart, and all sorts of random thoughts flooded his mind.

Could he be telling the truth? Otherwise, why hasn't Boss Black Dragon returned after so long?

However, at that moment, a rough and bold voice came over.

"Who said that? I'm protecting the Black Dragon Society today!!"