Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World

Gazing at the seven seeds of different colors in front of him, Zhou Li fell into deep thought.

"Fine, I knew Jie Se, that old whore-mongering immortal, had a nasty job to do, even going as far as handling a Snake Spirit."

Not daring to think too deeply about the reasons, Zhou Li clicked his tongue in disgust and threw the seeds into a cloth bag before tucking it into his bosom. He glanced at the exquisite snakeskin and a pile of valuable Evil Spirit Jade lying on the ground, picked the one inscribed with the character "Jie," and turned to leave.

This place was not suitable for a prolonged stay.

Three or four minutes had passed since the battle ended, and Zhou Li knew he couldn't stay here any longer. Zhou Li did not choose to go downstairs, although the fight just now was over in a flash, but the noise it caused was anything but small. The owner behind the Grand Building would certainly not let him go.

Most importantly, Zhou Li had just seen three other "Fate Lines," learning that at this moment around the Grand Building there was a Great Commander of Jinyiwei, a Dian Lao from Dianhuo Teachings, and a Gui Daozi who appeared out of nowhere searching for a crippled medicine boy; if he walked out the front door, those three Fate Lines would fill his mouth and he wouldn't be able to run.

Not choosing a Fate Line doesn't mean that destiny won't happen. Once a Fate Line is chosen, destiny will definitely happen; this is the rule of the Eight Trigrams Fate Spinner Zhou Li had discovered after ten years of searching.

Of course, compared to others who can only passively accept their destiny, Zhou Li can learn through the Eight Trigrams Fate Spinner what destiny will occur and then deliberately avoid those less-friendly destinies — like being an eunuch at the Eastern Depot.

Damn it.

Zhou Li felt a moment of grief and indignation; if not for the "Jinyi Nightwalker" Fate Line being reallocated to the Eastern Depot as a brand new civil servant, he would have definitely chosen this Fate Line.

Although Jinyiwei are endearingly known as the Emperor's lapdogs, such a position enabled one to come into contact with more entertaining affairs and personally witness exciting events up close. It's just a pity, this path was not viable...

Of course, the Eastern Depot was not an option, definitely not.

"Quick, quick, upstairs!"

Just as Zhou Li was about to push open the door of the Warm Fragrant Pavilion, he heard hurried footsteps coming from downstairs. With a bit of thought, it was clear; the Snake Spirit must have been nurtured by someone powerful in this Grand Building, otherwise, the Grand Building wouldn't have been open for so long, after all, neither the Government Office nor the Jinyiwei were fools. Therefore, Zhou Li had long made preparations for a clean break.

Zhou Li made a calculation with his fingers, raised his head to look at the gradually setting sun, and knew it was about time. He bowed his head slightly, seemingly muttering something under his breath.

Five, four, three, two...

A director once said a gun that appears in the first act must fire in some subsequent act.

So, do you still remember the Wax Pill that Zhou Li dropped in the toilet chronicles?

One.

Boom!!!!!!!!

An explosion is a catalyst.

Filth and sleaze flew together, the dun-colored and the setting sun blending as one.

The location of that privy was just right, smack in front of the stairs. Perhaps Zhou Li never expected everything to be so coincidental, accidental to the point where he had managed to set off a pinpoint demolition.

The moment that gang of bandits, armed with steel knives and brimming with murderous aura, stepped onto the junction between the third and fourth floors, their world was smeared with dun colors.

Suddenly, screams, wailing, and sorrowful cries echoed throughout the Grand Building. The hysteria in these people's roars and screams seemed to have reached an extreme; the hysterical agony made the guests fleeing the building stop in their tracks and heave a long sigh, marveling at what kind of pain must be endured to let out such heart-wrenching sounds.

But when that terrifying smell spread, everyone immediately took agile steps, sprinting away from the Grand Building at the fastest speed of their lives.

By now, the Grand Building resembled a scene from hell; a group of vigorous men screamed as they scrambled and struggled with each other, crawling if necessary to the sixth floor to tell Zhou Li, the person behind the scenes, about the injustice in their hearts.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Li cracked open the door and saw those stalwarts with the breath of Purgatory stumbling towards him in a terrifying scene.

No good, must run!

Zhou Li's pupils constricted, without any hesitation, he kicked the door shut, bolted it, and didn't care about the half-dead Serpent Demon's cast-off skin on the ground. He punched through the wooden window, propped himself up with both hands, flipped onto the windowsill, and then swiftly climbed towards the higher towers.

After opening an iron window that had been latched shut, Zhou Li grabbed hold of the eaves, exerted a little force, and in a somersault landed on the ridged top of the Grand Building.

Beneath the Grand Building, not a soul was in sight, and even the old procuresses and Gui Gong who solicited clients were nowhere to be found. Even the onlookers who were never late on any other day had left not one behind. Only the hellish scenes and valiant roars within the corridors reminded Zhou Li, if he didn't run now, the rest of his life could be said to be over.

Thinking about the condition of his elder sister's illness, Zhou Li couldn't help but sigh.

He couldn't afford to continue squatting here in contemplation. Zhou Li stood upright, the sharp peaks of the curved eaves pointing to the moon, the biting cold wind on the towering architecture unabating, a height where ordinary people couldn't even stand straight.

However, Zhou Li strode forward as if on level ground, stepping down into the empty air.

Whoosh~

A faint sound like a feather brushing the wind arose in midair, a light brown bird with dark eyes traced a beautiful curve, fading into the afterglow of dusk.

"Hmm?"