Trap Countdown

The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament was nearing its end—indeed, it could practically be considered over.

But perhaps to keep Shrek and the Tang Sect steady, Xu Tianran announced that there would be a farewell ceremony the day after tomorrow, along with a champions' parade on floats. Shrek and the Tang Sect were required to attend.

This had already exposed a flaw in Xu Tianran's plan.

What the hell did a champions' float parade have to do with the Tang Sect? It was nothing more than a delaying tactic.

Fortunately, Chen Ping did not mind that Xu Tianran had such a plan. He had not finished making money through the Black Market yet. Since Xu Tianran wanted to put on a show, Chen Ping naturally did not mind playing along.

After returning to the hotel, Chen Ping could finally get some proper rest.

This time, rather than cultivating as he rarely failed to do, he fell into a deep sleep.

This competition had drained him far too much.

Not only physically, but also in soul and spirit.

His nerves had been taut all day. Only genuine rest could let them relax.

Beneath Mingdu, undercurrents surged.

Dinghou Street in Mingdu lay within a low-lying commoners' district in the western outskirts of the city.

Though it was called a street, it was in truth merely a narrow little lane.

The western outskirts had always been where Mingdu's lowest-class commoners lived. There were few towering buildings here, only vast stretches of low, shabby houses.

Further west lay the Sun Moon Mountains, formed from ridge after ridge of rocky hills.

There was only one small restaurant on Dinghou Street. It occupied barely a hundred square meters and had just four or five tables.

Calling it plain would already have been praise, let