The huge billiards room was empty.
A group of people were having hot pot at a large round table in the center of the hall!
Song Ping'an walked over, dumbfounded.
Looking at Cai Pingsheng, whose face was flushed from drinking, he pointed to the empty floor of the shop and asked, "Where's the pool table? Where did it go?"
Cai Pingsheng had just been forced to drink a glass of alcohol.
Hearing her brother-in-law's voice, she turned to the side, hiccuping with frustration, and said, "They said the previous pool table was too low-end, the cloth was too thin and didn't feel good, so they insisted on replacing it with the highest-end one, which won't arrive until tomorrow."
"Old Song's out of the tower! Come on over!" Luo Shan dragged a chair and waved to Song Ping'an: "It's cold late at night, let's have some drinks to warm up."
Song Ping'an sat down like a block of wood. There were about seven or eight people at the table. Except for one unfamiliar face at the far end, the rest were all acquaintances.
Starting with Luo Shan and Cai Pingsheng at this end, counting counter-clockwise, the order is: the skinny boy, Cheng Queyi, Mi Lailai, Chen Hansheng, the unfamiliar face, and Li He.
Song Ping'an sat down between Luo Shan and Cai Pingsheng.
Luo Shan handed him a bowl and chopsticks, and filled his wine glass. Seeing him staring blankly at the unfamiliar face, he took the initiative to introduce him, "That's Ma Cheng, the former high priest of the Western Continent's Imagination Church, a loyal fan that Wang Wen brought out of the tower."
Perhaps upon hearing his own name, the former high priest Ma Cheng, who was speaking, stopped and turned to look at him.
Luo Shan quickly introduced him again, "This is Song Ping'an, one of the captains of the Bug-Hunting Squad in Wang Wen's Insect Chamber, Xiao Cai's brother-in-law, one of our own."
Ma Cheng quickly stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said, "Captain Song, it's an honor to meet you!"
Song Ping'an blankly picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. After a long pause, he finally said, "Hello!"
Chen Hansheng, sitting opposite him, greeted him cheerfully, "Captain Song is out of the tower! How many days have you been stuck here?"
"About three weeks," Song Ping'an answered honestly.
Chen Hansheng immediately turned to Mi Lailai, "Look, more than twenty days in three weeks! How many Tower Climber can do that? All the hardworking and honest people in the group have been picked by Wang Wen. That guy has a really sharp eye!"
Mi Lailai smiled and gestured to Song Ping'an, saying, "Old Song, you've worked hard. Sit down, have something to eat, and rest for a while."
Cheng Queyi silently cooked a large bowl of beef rolls, added some green leafy vegetables and shrimp paste, and handed it to Song Ping'an across the two people. Song Ping'an was so frightened that he kept thanking her.
For her.
Wang Wen is grateful to anyone who can help her, regardless of their social status.
Cai Pingsheng, reeking of alcohol, said to Song Ping'an, "Brother-in-law, life is so good now. We can have hot pot that costs 20,000 yuan a table whenever we want, and drink Snowblade Essence costs 300,000 yuan a bottle whenever we want. The best part is that we can still have so many friends gathered together to eat and drink in the middle of the night. I never dared to dream of this before. Your job is amazing!"
Song Ping'an pressed down on the thumbs-up his brother-in-law had drunkenly given him.
He was holding a serving of meat and vegetables that a top-tier celebrity had given him.
Looking around, one sees a bustling scene of people clinking glasses and exchanging toasts around a large, steaming round table.
On this side, Luo Shan Cheng Queyi, and their companions ate and drank incessantly.
The four of them Mi Lailai, Li He, and others, were discussing endlessly.
Occasionally Li He would be dragged along by Luo Shan to have a drink.
Mi Lailai would also whisper secrets to Cheng Queyi.
He felt a little drunk after only drinking a small glass of wine.
"Teacher Wang, please wait a moment." Liu Jiannan said with difficulty, panting heavily, "My heart is a little uncomfortable."
"What?" Wang Wen casually tossed over a [ Purification ] spell and found that the other party showed no signs of being poisoned or cursed.
Standing in the empty, sealed room on the 99th floor, Liu Jiannan stared in horror at the rapidly increasing progress bar, pulling the spacecraft along. "The whole world knows that there's no way to clear the 99th floor of the World Tower except by waiting ten hours, but now even this floor can be speed-cleared?! Why is the progress increasing on its own?! We haven't done anything!"
Wang Wen nodded knowingly, waved his Scepter to increase energy output, and said calmly, "Using a little trick, after all, we're in a hurry."
Liu Jiannan wanted to say something more.
He Jiong put his arm around his shoulder. "When climbing the tower with the boss, you need to abandon most of your old experience, observe more, listen more, think more, and speak less, ask less, and bother less."
soon.
What would take an average person ten hours to clear the 99th floor, Wang Wen accomplished in just a few minutes.
Standing on the ground floor of the 100th floor.
Liu Jiannan dared not utter another sound.
I glanced weakly at the total time I'd spent since entering the tower, clutched my chest, and rolled my eyes.
Less than half an hour later.
We've reached the 200th floor.
Except for a few integer layers that took a few minutes longer, the other random number layers were basically cleared in seconds.
The entire hundred floors were finished in less than half an hour, and white foam began to appear at the corners of Liu Jiannan's mouth.
He Jiong looked at him with some worry.
I think if he continues to party like this, he might become the first Tower Climber to die from pure hype without sustaining any external injuries.
So he kindly comforted him, "Old Liu, don't be so alarmed right now, okay? There's more to come."
Wang Wen ignored the interactions between the people lying on the tower behind her.
Reaching the 200th floor means entering the world of the Blood Demon Clan.
He used Same-Floor Teleportation to enter.
He led everyone on a teleportation journey straight to the underground headquarters of the Blood Demon Clan.
Having experienced the last major purge.
Under the princess's rule, the Blood Demon Royal Family has revived, possessing a large number of well-organized soldiers, and has also built brand-new city walls and various defensive structures outside the royal city.
Wang Wen appeared directly beside the Blood Demon Princess via teleportation.
Before them was a small palace, where the princess sat on a throne, discussing something with several generals below.
Just then, the princess spoke up, "The rebellious tribes are still harboring evil intentions but dare not engage in direct combat. Instead, they constantly harass and attack us. If this continues, our tribe's morale will decline and our people will be in turmoil. Who among you dares to lead an army of 100,000 to wipe them out in one fell swoop?"
The generals below all lowered their heads and sighed.
"The enemy is too cunning. They've broken up into smaller groups, with strong individuals leading harassing and attacking. Even if we send out a hundred thousand troops, we wouldn't know where to go... Ah?! Princess!!"
The Blood Demon Princess frowned and angrily rebuked, "I understand! What about those scouts we sent out? Not a single word?"
The general who had just inadvertently looked up and saw Wang Wen and her group stammered, "No, Princess, behind you..."
"What?" The princess was slightly taken aback, then turned around and saw Wang Wen standing quietly.
Wang Wen waved. "We meet again."
The princess raised her hand to cover her mouth, her expression complex.
The officers below cheered in unison, "The Master has arrived! Where is the orderly? Quickly, prepare a feast to welcome the Master!"
Wang Wen stopped the generals from doing so.
He told them, "Don't bother, I'll be right there."
After saying that, he summoned the Fox, took a replica of the Rebirth Bloodline Orb, and handed it to the princess, saying, "Try it and see if your bloodline can be restored?"
The princess looked at the bloodline orb with a complicated expression. "You came here just to return the royal bloodline to me? I already said it's yours, so it's yours."
Wang Wen shook his head and had the little Fox take out a few more and hand them over. "Stop arguing. We've figured out a way to replicate bloodlines, but the quantity is limited. Try it first and see if you can restore them. If you can, you can have these. You can slowly cultivate your royal family's direct descendants yourself."
Even after consuming the Rebirth Bloodline Orb, Zhu Xingguo was still unable to withstand the annihilation, while Wang Wen's current abilities allow her to directly revive someone who has died an ordinary death.
The significance of these bloodline orbs diminished considerably. He kept a few of the replicas made by Zhu Xingguo for experimental purposes, and gave the rest to the Blood Demon Princess.
The princess saw a large bunch of round, bright red, blood-red spheres.
The complexity in his eyes vanished.
Instead, there was utter shock.
I was just about to speak.
Wang Wen interrupted, "Don't panic, I'm in a hurry. Pack your things, I'll kill a few people and leave."
These words were spoken.
The numerous Blood Demon Clan present were even more shocked.
But then Wang Wen casually asked one of the generals, "Those cunning enemies you just mentioned, are they them?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A large number of people suddenly appeared inside and outside the palace, crowding the place so densely that it was impossible to move.
Ren Ruanruan stands next to Wang Wen.
Watching Wang Wen constantly busy.
They're busy charging up the tower, busy with experiments, busy rescuing people and killing people at the same time, and then there's Shi Yuanyuan, who's imprisoned.
Ren Ruanruan's eyes welled up with tears, feeling utterly useless.
I can't help at all.
It was as if the entire burden of the world rested on the captain's shoulders alone.
He remained silent and continued walking forward in quiet contemplation.