Chapter 1808 - 928: Keep the Music Playing, Keep the Dance Going (Part 3)

What on earth is wrong with this world?!

"So, who exactly is it?" Ji Jue rubbed his chin, unable to figure it out: "Surely the Imperial Secret Bureau hasn't discovered some slip-up of mine, right?"

Beast, what on earth have you been doing secretly?!

Yellow Beard was furious, looking down at the hand that had just shaken hands with Ji Jue, wishing he could chop it off.

Bring someone to immediately summon the Holy Cutter and cut ties with this unlucky thing!

Facing those innocent eyes often filled with tears, Yellow Beard wished he could strangle him, but ultimately squeezed out his voice through gritted teeth.

"Evil Cult..."

"Huh?"

Ji Jue was momentarily stunned, then immediately furious.

Damn Evil Cult, it's bad enough you can't kill these sewer roaches, but you actually dare to mess with the Sacrificial Master Saint!

It's a total reversal of Heavenly Gang!

A few minutes later, a soul converted body, barely alive, covered in blood, and the 'culprit' was served on a platter in front of Ji Jue, accompanied by the 'Blood Eagle'!

The entire process, from audio and video recording to event documentation, was all in place, making it clear it was being handled as an ironclad case... even without using more than half of the nifty tools in the workshop, the traditional Northern Realm way was enough for the other side to spill everything.

There was no Heart Core pulling strings behind the scenes, no conspiracy tricks, just pure, straightforward, and clear-cut personal vendetta.

This apprentice, who went by the name Moyno, was indeed an apprentice of Beifeng, and also genuinely a Northern Realm person... but at the same time, he was the last survivor of the Urchin Hand lineage from the Tower City Evil Cult!

The whole family was...

Even worse, the whole family was wiped out when they clashed with a crime crackdown campaign in Tower City while discussing big plans with fellow cult members in Central Earth!

It's simply karma.

After all, such foolish things like Evil Cult deserve to die horribly. Moreover, Ji Jue hasn't hesitated to use corpse whipping for publicity, attracting countless grudges.

In this situation, when Ji Jue appeared in the North Wind Workshop and was suppressed, he had to consider whether this was his only chance in life.

"Karma indeed."

Yellow Beard lamented, glancing at Ji Jue, barely concealing his schadenfreude.

"Exactly."

Ji Jue showed no displeasure, nodding as if agreeing quite a bit, then curiously asked a question: "Just, how did this guy get into Beifeng?"

And then, Yellow Beard couldn't laugh anymore.

Especially when discovering that this last survivor signed up for the recruitment happening in two weeks, planning to follow the craftsman team to the front line...

"Hey, karma indeed."

Ji Jue shook his head, sighed with regret.

Clearly, this wave of joining Beifeng had long-term planning and strategic targets... but unexpectedly, due to Ji Jue's exceptional hate-attraction, this thunder was prematurely swept out.

Otherwise, the ensuing chaos would be unimaginable!

Yet you Northern Realm folk, impolite as you are, not even a thank you was said.

"Exactly."

Yellow Beard sighed numbly, speechless.

At this moment, looking at Ji Jue brought an additional three parts awe, three parts apprehension, and ninety-four parts disdain... Is there something wrong with you? Did you check the calendar before going out? Why does trouble follow you wherever you go?

Are you a hindrance to our Beifeng?

How come you've been here for less than half an hour, and the Evil Cult sprouts like bamboo shoots...

"How about we do a crime crackdown alongside? I've got experience!" Ji Jue urged: "This Evil Cult, it must be destroyed, no choice!"

"Just spare me..."

Yellow Beard rolled his eyes, resolutely refusing to let Ji Jue continue to meddle!

He was genuinely afraid that if given the chance to dig deeper, whether Beifeng would be surnamed Bei or Ji next year is uncertain!

Besides, isn't it just Evil Cult? The Northern Realm handles them year by year, month by month.

The local situation is already this messy; Baiyou Shuang is countless, killing them isn't enough, and killing the snow ghosts sprouting from the soil and converting to frozen corpses after death isn't enough.

Now that they have the audacity to come knocking, they shouldn't blame us for being impolite.

Yellow Beard's report quickly got approval from the Great Commander and Master Craftsman of the Northern Realm, and Frozen Rock City began another garbage cleanup, leaving no room for Ji Jue to perform.

The strategy towards Ji Jue, this troublemaker, from Beifeng was straightforward—pamper him with good food and drink, beg him not to do anything extra!

The Northern Realm temple is small, can't afford your interference.

Master, please withdraw your powers!

Had his status been any lesser, Yellow Beard might have kicked him out of the Northern Realm by now, without all this trouble.

Thus, amidst good wine and food, with nothing much to do, Ji Jue sighed and looked at the Blood Alliance member Yellow Beard, who was simmering with anger, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Hey!"

He slapped his forehead, proposed: "Wanna spar a bit?"

"..."

For a moment, Yellow Beard wanted to smash his head, but after a moment's hesitation, he ultimately made his final resistance with gritted teeth.

"Better not."

He glared at Ji Jue fiercely, exhausting all his rationality.

He'd been holding it in for a long time,

Don't provoke me, you rascal!

Then... just as he 'hoped,' Ji Jue 'unexpectedly' complied!

"Alright."

Ji Jue smiled sweetly: "If the Great Craftsman doesn't want to, then forget it, better to keep the peace, right? Come, let's continue the music and dance..."

Saying so, he picked up the wine cup, slurping it contentedly.

Every so often he'd glance up at Yellow Beard, sighing dramatically now and then, seemingly regretting, as if lamenting the wasted opportunity.

Crack!

Ji, you damn...

Yellow Beard clutched the bull horn cup in his hand, cracks spreading.

Smiling no more.