After dinner, Chen Ping arranged somewhere for the two little girls to stay before returning to his dormitory and opening the Gate of the Undead.
At that moment, Ji Juechen was sprawled like a corpse not far away, lying on a mahjong table atop the mountain of bones. He looked as though he were floating in bliss, a happy smile on his face, seemingly unable to muster any interest in any of the mortal world's temptations.
Chen Ping summoned Snake and, after a few questions, learned that Ji Juechen had fought a full thirty rounds of Soul Fighting over the course of that single day. Had he not insisted at the end on testing whether the ice dragon's palm or his sword was stronger, only to be pinned to the ground by one slap from the ice dragon, the fellow probably could have kept fighting all night.
For Ji Juechen, the Undead Demiplane truly was a paradise all his own. As long as he wanted to fight, he could never run out of battles. Undead of every type, wielding all sorts of weapons, spells, and attributes, could take turns coming at him. He simply could not fight them all.
What sort of state was Ji Juechen in at that moment? Roughly that of a strapping young fellow on Blue Star who had suddenly discovered a certain special website that was permanently free, blazingly fast, and offered 4K high definition. One click inside, and the sheer selection would have dazzled him. Everything looked good; he wanted to watch it all.
Well, there he was. After going at it for an entire day, he had entered sage mode. Countless opponents were available just a short distance away, yet he simply refused to move, lying on the mahjong table and savoring the flavors