Drawing the Sword, Ascending

To serve as a vessel for the resentment of those in the casinos, those who post flyers need to maintain a strong desire to make money.

However, if it's a young person who strongly wants to make money but only puts up flyers, that definitely won't work.

They are full of energy and will most likely find other part-time jobs, which could easily ruin things.

When Mai Danhong was recruiting, she put a lot of thought into selecting these 500-plus people, and she often gave speeches to them to inspire their aspirations.

Many times, she also felt that there were too many people, and managing them was indeed a lot of work.

But today, she suddenly felt fortunate that there were enough people, because there were enough people and the venue was big enough.

Just as the figure rushed in, Mai Danhong had time to swing both arms and launch dozens of playing cards.

Some of these playing cards are transparent, have an extremely strong ability to spin and cut, and fly the fastest.

However, Chu Tianshu could sense the positions of these playing cards on his own, let alone now that he was wielding the Sanqi Divine Sword.

The divine sword in his right hand was already as straight as a steel longsword. With a flick of his wrist, he shattered Zhang Fei toward his face.

The rest of the transparent playing cards were meant to circle around him, sneaking up on his face, waist, and knees.

Chu Tianshu didn't care at all.

He dashed out during the gap between the three broken cards, missing all the cards that flew in an arc, and they couldn't catch him.

They were less than ten meters away from the podium.

Chu Tianshu roared and charged forward in one step.

Along the way, twenty or so playing cards either struck his sword or his arm and were shattered.

It either struck his chest, tearing his clothes, but was shattered by the Gold Silk Treasure Armor.

The moment he rushed onto the stage, the air around him was filled with debris.

Playing cards have four suits: clubs, spades, hearts, and diamonds.

The cultivation method taught by Nie Longding combines earth, water, fire, wind, and colors.

Spades are water, and their surface is highly poisonous. If you rub a small patch of skin on the back of your hand, it can instantly cause a freezing sensation of numbness and hypothermia in your entire arm.

The red peach symbolizes fire, and the ink used contains specially made phosphorus powder. When Mind Power, it generates high temperatures and embeds itself into the human body, causing intense pain.

The cube represents the wind, which is normally visible to the naked eye, but becomes transparent when covered by Mind Power, silently swirling and cutting.

Mai Danhong had previously secretly tested his strength, killing people with the flick of his finger, his actions were unpredictable and effortless.

However, to Chu Tianshu, all these things were just flashy but useless junk.

When he rushed onto the stage, there was only one color left in the Mai Danhong suit.

Land card, clubs!

Suddenly, Chu Tianshu's feet went black, and a large section of the floor disappeared, seemingly leading directly to an underground trap.

Anyone who steps into a trap will make an effort at that moment.

Try spreading your feet apart and stepping towards either end of the trap; try leaning your body and pulling yourself towards the edge of the trap.

Chu Tianshu still had a sword in his hand, which made it even more convenient for him to try sticking it into the floor next to him.

However, his posture remained unchanged, and he did not make any adjustments to his movements when he lost his footing.

Instead, he pressed down with the soles of his feet, as if he were still standing on flat ground, and his body suddenly moved forward.

Puff!

Mai Danhong's right lung was pierced by his sword. With a tremor of his hands, two decks of playing cards fell from his sleeves and scattered on the ground.

The dark hole that was there earlier gradually faded and became the same color as the rest of the floor.

Clubs tiles are a type of illusion.

They created the illusion that the ground was full of traps and varied elevations.

While most illusions only confuse the eyes, this illusion can also confuse the sense of touch in the feet, thereby affecting the balance and movement of the entire body.

However, this little bit of stuff had negligible effect on Chu Tianshu, who Dual Cultivation of Life and Nature.

The dozen or so young employees around the podium, who were Mai Danhong's confidants, quickly drew their guns.

"Who are you? Let go of the young lady!"

Chu Tianshu ignored them, twisting the sword to intensify the pain. "Stop this ritual!"

Mai Danhong trembled with pain, and forced a smile, "Don't even think about it..."

"You're seriously injured, yet the ritual wasn't affected. It seems you're not the ultimate mastermind. So die."

Chu Tianshu dragged the blade horizontally, about to sever her heart.

Suddenly, Chu Tianshu's sword missed its target.

His sword had somehow detached from Mai Danhong's body.

The distance between the two inexplicably lengthened, becoming more than two meters, and a patch of sand appeared in the gap between them.

Just as Mai Danhong's face lit up with joy, Chu Tianshu raised his left hand.

A needle pierced her forehead and penetrated her brain.

Even if those people opened fire, Chu Tianshu was prepared to dodge.

But those people failed to fire their guns.

The change in distance wasn't limited to Chu Tianshu.

The orderly arrangement of tables and chairs throughout the venue had completely changed.

Some of the adjacent tables and chairs were separated by a full three meters, with a rusty ship anchor in between.

Some tables and chairs were only a dozen centimeters apart, with a piece of tree root covered in dust in the middle.

Torn leaves and pieces of paper drifted down from mid-air.

The venue reeked of a musty smell.

Dilapidated, cold, and old—another environment overlaps with the real one.

Those men frantically pulled the triggers, but the guns didn't fire at all.

Chu Tianshu turned his head and looked. "Overflow Zone!"

Outside the wall.

Fang Jun and Yin Fengxin both got out of the car to get some fresh air.

Upon receiving the message and seeing so many exclamation marks, Fang Jun realized something was wrong. He dialed the number meant for the police and then switched to the Special Investigation Bureau.

But before the call could even connect, he saw white mist rising outside the conference building.

"Wrong!"

Fang Jun's expression changed drastically. He rushed to the driver's seat, didn't even close the door, and drove straight through the guard's barrier, bursting inside.

Before Yin Fengxin could even get into the car, he was startled and felt another car speeding past a few meters to his right, also crashing into the company.

It was a Toyota Previa with seven seats inside.

The car was originally parked further away.

But I don't know if it's been modified, but it's extremely powerful, and the driver is very skilled.

As the two cars sped towards the venue building.

The Toyota was actually half a car length Fang Jun.

The strange fog grew even thicker, rising from the ground like a snow-white curtain.

The two cars that had just crashed in, along with the entire venue building, were completely obscured and could no longer be seen.

Chu Tianshu, who was in the meeting room, heard the sound of a car rushing up the steps outside.

A Toyota car forced its way into the corridor, its rearview mirror scraping against the wall and being crushed to pieces.

The car door opened directly opposite the main entrance to the venue.

Six men in black and an old woman filed out.

There was a sudden stop behind the Toyota.

Fang Jun jumped onto the roof of the Toyota and then into the venue.

"Minister, how could you...?"

"Let's get down to business!"

Shen Yuntai raised his hand to interrupt him, glancing at the more than five hundred dazed old men, his face turning slightly pale.

"A heinous case involving so many people, and it even ran into Overflow Zone!"

Chu Tianshu looked in this direction and said in a loud voice, "The leader is not here."

The resentment had gathered into dozens of vortexes of varying sizes on the ceiling of the venue.

It's like the eddies created when water leaks into a pool.

However, now, this resentment is seeping upwards.

Chu Tianshu's perception was too clear, but at this moment it became a distraction. His attention was focused on those resentful energies, and no matter which direction he was looking, he could hear countless noises that were both real and illusory.

It's impossible to tell where these resentments will gather after they rise up.

"Northwest!"

Shen Yuntai pointed to the northwest corner, "The true direction of the resentment is the upper-level room corresponding to that location."

"Leave everyone here to me, you all go find the stairs!"

She was giving these words as an instruction to her six bodyguards.

But as soon as Chu Tianshu heard this, he stared at the direction she pointed, leaped off the stage, and walked across the tabletops as if they were flat ground.

In the blink of an eye.

Chu Tianshu arrived at the designated position, lowered his waist and sat upright with his long sword held straight.

"The stairs are too slow, come on, follow me!"

Chu Tianshu's right hand tightened and loosened.

The hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and almost visible translucent Mind Power leaked from between his fingers, igniting upwards along the blade.

"Fight!"

His eyes widened in anger, and his body leaped into the air, spiraling upwards.

The Mind Power released by the Sanqi Divine Sword was like a giant sharp cone, drilling upwards.

Boom!!!

The concrete cracked, and the steel mesh was severed.

Chu Tianshu smashed a hole about four feet in the ceiling.

He pushed off the edge of the hole, his body swept past the opening, and he landed steadily on the second floor.

(End of this chapter)