Mythology Management System

Wei Zheng is furious lately. He finally managed to kill Black Dragon, but then that idiot White Shark popped up again, and he just couldn't do anything about it.

"Master, how about I take the brothers and go straight for that bastard White Shark and kill him?"

With his one eye and menacing expression, he seemed determined to make sure everyone knew he was a bad guy.

Wei Zheng glared at him irritably: "If it were that simple, I would have gone long ago. Why would I wait until now?"

He was beginning to regret letting the white shark escape last time; otherwise, they would never have caused such a commotion.

White Shark's move was brilliant; it forcefully placed him on the opposite side of all forces, and yet he still had no way to counter it.

"The White Shark Gang has gathered a huge force. Even if I went, I can't guarantee I'd come back. Do you think you could take them down?"

One-Eyed chuckled awkwardly. White Shark had indeed pulled off a pretty good move.

They summoned dozens of third-tier cultivators at once. Even their sect leader would likely be defeated if he went, let alone him.

Wei Zheng pondered for a moment, then asked, "How many allies have been gathered?"

One-Eyed scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "Only four third-tier cultivators came. They are all forces with whom we have long-term cooperative relationships and are trustworthy."

Wei Zheng's face darkened; the reinforcements were fewer than he had expected.

These four, plus the two third-tier cultivators from their Dragon Slayer Pavilion, only make up six third-tier cultivators, far fewer than the thirty or so on White Shark's side.

Although he was a fourth-level cultivator, even the strongest fourth-level cultivator has a limit. Dealing with more than ten third-level cultivators at the same time was enough to exhaust him. If there were more, he might be in danger of dying.

"What happened to the rest? Did they all go to the White Shark Gang?"

One-Eyed shrugged and said, "They all ran away. I don't know what kind of mind-altering drug White Shark gave them. They're all trying to drive us to our deaths."

Wei Zheng's lips curled into a bitter smile. The forces allied with Zhanlong Pavilion were definitely more than just this. The rest had probably been bewitched by Bai Sha. He didn't know the conditions Bai Sha had offered, but he figured they must have been extremely generous.

"Let's go and talk to these people. We can't afford to lose our last ally."

The moment the black dragon died, he was already mentally prepared to face the raging storm.

If they can survive this turmoil, the underground of Qingshui City will be their territory from now on; if they can't, they'll have to say goodbye to this world.

After meeting with the representatives of these various forces, Wei Zheng felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

What a bunch of incompetent teammates! Even at this point, they're still thinking about dividing up the spoils after the war.

Wei Zheng was so angry he laughed. These fools didn't even know when to stop. Was this the time to discuss interests? It was uncertain whether they would even survive this battle.

Rubbing his brow, Wei Zheng tried his best to think of a way to get out of the predicament.

At this moment, the shopkeeper came over.

"Sect Master, Fu Jiu and the others have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng jumped up excitedly and exclaimed, "They agreed?"

This is an unexpected and wonderful surprise. If Mr. Bowen were willing to lend a hand, this current predicament would be nothing at all.

Compared to a fifth-tier expert, he, at the fourth tier, was as fragile as a child. Now, he needed to consider what price he would have to pay to get them to take action.

After his previous encounter with Fu Jiu, Wei Zheng realized that Fu Jiu was also the type of person who wouldn't act without a clear benefit; he probably wouldn't make a move unless there was a substantial reward.

"Bring them over first." Although Wei Zheng frowned, he wasn't too worried. Since Fu Jiu had come, it meant there was still room for negotiation between the two sides.

Not long after, Wei Zheng brought the one-eyed man to the fourth floor.

Longbao Mall is still the same Longbao Mall. The facilities that were damaged by the Black Dragon have been repaired and the mall has reopened.

With the threat of the Black Dragon Society gone, there are significantly more merchants coming and going on Chishui Street than before, and many merchants who used to do business under the Black Dragon Society have moved directly to Chishui Street.

After all, since the Black Dragon Society lost its protection, pickpockets and robbers have emerged in Bailu Street, and they also have to consider their own safety and well-being.

Of course, not everyone thought the same way. Some merchants who had heard the news that the White Shark Gang was about to take action against the Dragon Slaying Pavilion were terrified of Chishui Street, fearing that the battle between the two sides would drag them into it as well.

On the fourth floor of Longbao Mall, Fu Jiu was savoring a cup of tea, while Li Si did not touch the spiritual fruits on the table this time.

Ever since he ate the batch of high-quality rare and precious herbs brought back from the Black Dragon Society, Li Si's appetite has become picky. He can no longer eat ordinary spiritual fruits, and he even insists on using the meat of third-tier demonic beasts for hot pot, all while calling it enjoying life.

Liu Bowen, the great master, did not come along. After all, he was a fifth-level master, and it wouldn't be right to trouble him with everything.

Only he, Li Si, and a river god who was just there for show came this time. It was meant to intimidate Wei Zheng, since with the river god there, Wei Zheng couldn't do anything about them.

Before long, Wei Zheng, with a full beard, appeared in the center of their field of vision, followed by the one-eyed man.

When One-Eyed saw Li Si, his eyes were a little unnatural. He was still holding a grudge about being extorted by Li Si in the Black Dragon Society's treasury last time.

Fortunately, that third-tier tiger whip was powerful enough. After eating it, he regained a lot of energy, and his combat power was even higher than when he was at his peak. Otherwise, he would have suffered a huge loss.

"Brother Fu Jiu, how have you been?" Wei Zheng began by asking after him, trying to establish a closer relationship.

"Lord Wei, how have you been?" Fu Jiu cupped his hands in greeting and returned the salute with narrowed eyes.

"May I ask why Pavilion Master Wei has invited us here today?"

Knowing full well the answer, Wei Zheng cursed inwardly. This situation was just like when he first met Fu Jiu. He wanted to gain the upper hand by pretending to be stupid, only this time the protagonist was Fu Jiu.

But Wei Zheng wouldn't have it if he didn't buy into it. In order to get through this crisis, what did it matter if he lost face? Anyway, he had thick skin, so losing a layer wouldn't matter.

After secretly assessing Fu Jiu's strength, Wei Zheng's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

My god, when we met just two days ago, wasn't this guy only just advanced to the early stage of Tier 3? How did he advance again so quickly?

Thinking back to the first time I met Fu Jiu, it was less than ten days ago. At that time, Fu Jiu was still hovering in the late stage of the second tier, and there was still a short distance to the peak of the second tier.

It would be quite impressive for an ordinary cultivator to reach the peak of the second tier in such a short time, but Fu Jiu, this freak, has almost skipped an entire tier. How can those cultivators who have worked so hard to reach this level bear this?

He glanced at Li Si again, seemingly casually, and after sensing Li Si's level of understanding, Wei Zheng felt as if he had wasted all these years of his life.