Dark Moon Era Dark Moon Era Chapter 327

Chapter 327: The Geniuses In The Dreamy Visitor

Under her sleeve, Higan's palm was bloody.

Enduring was never easy, was it not?

Tang Ling and Tang Long's simple conversation ended, so all that remained was signing the lift and death pact, setting the rules and initiating the game of Life Or Death.

Since the conditions had been stated, there was no need for either of them to stay.

Tang Long continued forward and Higan walked past Tang Ling.

“Higan…” Tang Ling took a step forward.

The wind lifted Higan's fringe so it grazed his shoulder, but her gaze did not meet his.

“Bro, let's go. This is getting out of hand.” Han Xing could not help but smile bitterly. Suddenly, he felt like he was quite far away from his peak. He was not like Tang Ling or Tang Long, two teenagers of the era that had crossed paths and produced a fierce and astonishing spark.

As they conversed freely, they decided to recruit every young prodigy and genius into their little game, yet no one felt it was inappropriate.

Why? Because they were Tang Ling and Tang Long.

Gazing at Higan's back, he wished she would turn around but she did not, Tang Ling looked away in sadness.

However right after he turned away, she turned around. Her eyes landed on his back and her gaze was filled with thoughts and bitterness. If the feelings were real, no matter how hard she held them back, traces of her real thoughts would manifest, and eventually, she would have to let it all out even though it was just a quick glance.

It would not be long now.

In the Dreamy Visitor Restaurant, Darkness Port, an indignant teenager decked in an expensive attire was complaining loudly and venting his grievance, “Bringing us into their little game of Life Or Death? Aren't they being a little too over the top?”

Around him were more than 30 other teenagers scattered. They were either sitting or standing while listening to his complaints. Some of them did not show any response, some shot ridiculing gazes and some even gave insulting smiles, but no one argued with him because it would be meaningless.

The Dreamy Visitor was closed today because some mysterious figure had booked the entire restaurant. Strangely, Madam Qing, the assertive and self-centered lady owner of the place had not rejected the booking and had accepted it decisively.

She was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of a bar counter on the first floor, her hand holding a glass of red wine, while her other hand picked up the slightly cured cherry and put it into her mouth. Her bewitching gaze contained a hint of reminiscence hidden behind the clarity of anyone who observed her.

The indignant teen was still blasting his extreme words and what he was trying to say was rallying the crowd up and slapping Tang Ling and Tang Long in the face. He wanted to teach them a lesson for being so arrogant.

As he gave his speech, several more teenagers came into the Dreamy Visitor. The incident had been brewing for a day and most of them had already gotten the news.

Grid had also received the news, but he did not think Tang Ling or Tang Long was arrogant. If there must be someone who would eventually rise to the top of the world, this particular someone would only be from the selected few and both Tang Ling and Tang Long were undoubtedly the selected ones

Grid acknowledged the fact clearly, but following Tang Ling just because of that?

It was not enough because Tang Ling had yet to convince him.

Grid's full name was Grid Beiqi. He was an orphan that had been adopted by a mysterious figure in the ancient Huaxia Sector when he had been young. Ever since he could remember things, he had been told that he was destined to follow the descendant of a great figure.

Of course, it was the fate that his master had told him and not a forceful order.

Grid never believed in fate or destiny. He was already in the Purple Moon era, so why would he still believe in some ancient prophecy? He also wanted to carve his own name in the river of time, not leave his name just because he followed some descendant.

His master had smiled and given no comment on his thoughts, but as time flew by, even though Grid was unwilling to accept it, the prophecy was branded in his heart.

Then, the descendant of that great figure had appeared: Tang Ling, Tang Feng's son.

After his name was introduced to the world, like everyone else who was branded with the mark of marvel since their birth, Tang Ling had stirred up a storm with his entrance onto the world stage.

He was something, and Grid acknowledged him that much, but Tang Ling had nothing to do with him or his fate. Tang Ling's achievements would never make Grid want to follow him.

Grid was free to think however he liked, but he had to admit that the prophecy that had been carved into his bones since he was young increased his attention of Tang Ling. A different and strange emotion also lingered in his heart.

However, he was not the only one. Based on what he knew, there were three more people who shared the same fate as him. Their names, or rather something like their codenames of destiny, were Dong Yang, Xi Feng, and Nan Yu.

“Hmph, one day, I'll remove Beiqi from my name and I'll be known as Grid!”

When Grid had arrived in the Dreamy Visitor earlier, he was still having those indignant thoughts. As a matter of fact, he believed that going to the Dreamy Visitor just because of some news was absolutely ridiculous.

The news was spread among the rather powerful teenagers in Darkness Port via various methods. Some found out through the piece of paper under their doors while some were informed by a stranger on the street.

“The Storm Summit is starting, and Tang Ling and Tang Long are starting the Life Or Death Ring. There will be a storm coming before the voyage. Do you want to become a player in the storm? Go to the Dreamy Visitor Restaurant if you think you are worthy.”

What kind of bullsh*t was this?!

Grid never denied his own strength, but what was with the invite?

He actually did not want to go, but he soon heard the news about everyone else also going, thus he started to get curious. Who would have known that when he stepped into the restaurant, he heard some dipsh*t blurting out some egocentric comments?

He shook his head for a bit, his braided tails waving along with the motion. Grid strode up toe the bastard who criticized and talked nonsense about Tang Ling and Tang Long, then grabbed the bastard by the collar.

“Hey, who the hell are you? What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know you have to be qualified to be here? The qualification is your strength.” Grid skipped the courtesy when he warned the guy since he was always a straightforward person.

He might not want to follow Tang Ling, but as he thought earlier, a bastard like this guy was not qualified to talk sh*t about Tang Ling and Tang Long.

In the hearts of the elite geniuses, if they believed that someone was stepping over the line or did not agree with someone's opinion, they would simply make themselves clear through their actions, and not talk nonsense in public in an attempt to rally the others to fight back.

How could the indignant teen bear with Grid's mockery and sneering? He grabbed Grid's hand that clutched his collar, attempting to free himself while saying by way of introduction, “Who the f*ck do you think you are? Some fanatic fanboy of Tang Ling or Tang Long? Which one of them is so great that you have to suck up to them? Take your smelly hands off me. I'm Francis. You can go ask around who I am.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he pushed or pulled, he could not free Grid's hand from his collar. On the contrary, he saw Grid's gaze that was full of despise, as if Grid was gawking at him like an idiot.

“Francis? You're the one with the lousy name! Just because you won a few Man of Darkness titles in the junior division, you want to start to talk sh*t here? Who do you think you are?” Grid skipped the chatter. There were always ignorant dipsh*ts who had no idea how high the sky was or how thick the earth was.

Grid was an advocator of action. After he scolded Francis, he grabbed him up single-handedly and slammed the guy onto the ground strongly.

Bang!

The entire building shook for a second. Francis was heavily slammed on the floor, the wooden flooring was smashed to pieces as Francis' head was embedded in the ground.

Suddenly, there was a hole the size of a man in the clean and smooth flooring while Grid acted like it was nothing.

“Your temper is still as feisty as ever.” Further away, with a spear on his back, a teen wearing a set of ancient Huaxianese warrior robes that had mandarin plackets furrowed his brows with dislike.

Was he not Dongyang, the one who shared the same fate as him? As a matter of fact, the fateful four that represented north, west, south, and east knew each other.

Grid shrugged and did not comment.

It was then that a lazy and somewhat sweet and amorous voice warbled, “Boy, are you here to ruin my restaurant?”

“My enchanting lady owner,” Grid praised from the bottom of his heart, but he was not infatuated. While he was not a pervert like Han Xing, he had learned about Madam Qing's reputation and strength from his master before he departed for Darkness Port. His master had told him about all the important figures that reigned Darkness Port before, so he ought to show an appropriate amount of respect.

“I'll pay for the damage, but I object to this gathering. What is this gathering about? Can any piece of trash step in here? I believe there are less than 50 people in Darkness Port who are qualified to be here today. Not all of the geniuses of the world are here anyway. There are some lucky bastards who can get crucial resources without doing anything,” Grid grumbled.

A little further away from Madam Qing was a girl with a voluptuous body and a short qipao with a phoenix sewn on her back. She answered in disdain, “Grid, you're also full of bullsh*t.”

“Yeah, like you, Xifeng, your feisty temper never changes.” Grid did not step back despite the fiery intimidation.

Madam Qing chuckled before she said, “I'm not the organizer of this gathering, but your words reminded me about something.”

Right after Madam Qing's words subsided, Francis, who was slammed to the ground, got up from the whole and yelled furiously, “Hey, the black guy with the braids, get the hell out of here! Let's go to the arena area. I'm gonna pound you to death!”

Anger blazed in Grid's eyes. Black? He is so dead!

Dongyang and Xifeng stayed away from the conflict. They looked like they were anticipating a good show.

In another inconspicuous corner, a seemingly weak teen coughed.

Footsteps then entered the restaurant again.

A tall teen with the physique of a soldier walked into the Dreamy Visitor. His thick brows and rigid facial features made him look 10 years older than his actual age. He wore a black suit with a silver feather brooch at his chest, and behind him were eight more teens in the same uniform.

“Francis, scram. You aren't qualified to be here,” said the teen with thick brows.

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