Chapter 11 – The Game Shuffle
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“Mr. Jomoya, the secret techniques are the very foundation of our Red Falcon Sect!”
“Only if you heal Master Yu and join us will you be taught them.”
“Don’t tell me you actually lack the ability to cure the master?”
Jomoya’s sudden shift in negotiation left Mu Wanqing full of doubt.
The only reason their dojo had agreed to the deal was because Jomoya had once displayed a miraculous method before them.
Under his control, their paralyzed master’s body had briefly moved.
That was why they held such high hopes that he could truly cure Master Yu.
After all, the Red Falcon Sect had inherited ancient knowledge and knew this world contained mysterious and supernatural forces.
“Miss Mu, you worry too much. The risk of this transaction has always fallen on me alone.
“After all, you could always deny your promise, or worse, hand me a fake technique.”
If it had been Erand, he would have gladly joined the Red Falcon Sect in pursuit of a beauty.
But Chen Qi had no such interest. The sect had wandered for years—surely not without reasons and troubles dogging them.
More importantly, at this moment, he truly could not cure Yu Hongwu. Yet he was unwilling to abandon the deal, so his only option was to stall.
“Hmph, our Red Falcon Sect values promises like gold. We are nothing like you merchants.”
Seeing that he suspected them of deceit, Mu Wanqing’s expression frosted over.
Were it not for his strange abilities, she would have dearly liked to teach him a lesson.
“In that case, let me help you rebuild your dojo. In return, you will pass me the Red Falcon Fist!
“Once I master it, I will at least understand your martial arts.
“As for the secret techniques, we will trade them under the original terms.
“But I have no interest in joining your sect—this is just business.”
Chen Qi again laid out his plan. He was genuinely interested in learning the Red Falcon Fist.
The buffer time would also allow him to raise [Flesh Manipulation] to Level 2.
Only then would he have the confidence to heal Yu Hongwu.
Erand had already reached the threshold of Level 2, which was why he had been confident of completing the deal. But since he was dead, the task now fell to Chen Qi.
“Alright, on behalf of the Red Falcon Sect, I agree!”
After careful consideration, Mu Wanqing nodded.
The sect’s situation was dire. Years of wandering had scattered their people, even causing the loss of many core disciples.
Coming to the Blue Yam Kingdom, they had indeed planned to settle permanently.
Chen Qi’s proposal to rebuild the dojo moved her completely.
As for his refusal to join them, that no longer mattered.
This was no longer an age of flourishing martial arts.
Especially after the ravages of the Black Blood Federation, fighters’ honor had been utterly trampled. The old codes of conduct upheld by martial sects were due to be abandoned.
With both sides willing to cooperate, everything afterward proceeded smoothly.
The Chris Group owned many idle properties, and Chen Qi generously allowed Mu Wanqing to pick one as the Red Falcon Sect’s new base.
Meanwhile, Chen Qi awaited the Fire Fox g**g’s reaction and had no mind to immediately throw himself into martial training.
The relocation of the dojo would also take time, so they agreed to begin lessons in five days.
Hu Wanhai’s death sent ripples through Tallinn’s underworld.
According to Tarreno’s reports, many rival gangs took the opportunity to seize Fire Fox turf.
If not for Lin Tianming’s successful succession, the g**g would have collapsed entirely.
Four days after Hu Wanhai’s death, Lin Tianming sent word requesting a meeting with Chen Qi to discuss resolving their conflict.
Tarreno’s analysis was simple: the Fire Fox g**g was bowing its head.
Chen Qi, however, was too busy to waste time on a mere g**g boss.
Yet he did not wish to continue the feud either. So he authorized Tarreno, his new subordinate, to handle the matter in full.
Receiving this order left Tarreno overjoyed—negotiating with a g**g leader was something he had never dared dream of.
His choice had truly been the right one!
“Heh, so this is what it feels like to be a big shot?”
Watching Tarreno’s excitement as if injected with chicken blood, Chen Qi experienced, for the first time, the sensation of commanding others.
And the source of it all was power!
What Chen Qi needed now was to continuously strengthen the power in his hands—until no one could ever threaten him again.
Fortunately, he had discovered a shortcut.
“The lost civilizations, the ancient characters humans have long since forgotten.
“I must uncover the secrets they hide.”
The bronze dice appeared once more, hovering quietly above Chen Qi’s head.
In his hands, The Complete Guide to Ancient Civilization Basics flipped rapidly, his eyes skimming line after line—his reading speed a hundred times faster than before.
Even more astonishing, his brain absorbed and comprehended every word instantly.
At that moment, Chen Qi’s mind seemed like a bottomless beast, devouring knowledge greedily.
The culprit behind this phenomenon was the bronze dice above him.
Accidentally, Chen Qi had discovered this mystical effect: his learning efficiency multiplied a hundredfold, and he never forgot what he learned.
“Logically speaking, without making a wish, the dice shouldn’t be able to interfere with the real world!
“So the change is not in my brain—but in these ancient characters themselves.
“Could it be that their very existence carries power, which is why human minds struggle to memorize or understand them?
“And the bronze dice, even without projecting its power into reality, can suppress theirs.”
After much thought, Chen Qi concluded this was the most reasonable explanation.
Once stripped of their power, the ancient characters became a kind of nourishment for the human brain, which eagerly consumed them.
These changes surely hid great mysteries.
Perhaps once he fully deciphered the Spiritual World Declaration, everything would become clear.
“Half a month—just half a month, and I’ll master seven ancient scripts and finally break Jomoya’s diary!”
Even now, Chen Qi had already deciphered several entries:
January 1st, 17646 – At last, the chance has come! The eighth shuffle is complete, the ninth round begins. I received an initial card: the Seven of Hearts.
Unbelievable! Such a powerful figure fell during the shuffle!
Today was December 3rd, 17648. Which meant only 28 days remained before three years passed since the last shuffle.
But how long until the next shuffle arrived—no one knew.
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