"The news about Coke is already making waves in Nine Stars City's mercenary circles. At this rate, it won't be long before the entire city knows about it," Ji Wuhui mused, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest of his dragon throne. His other hand supported his forehead—a habit he had when deep in thought.
Beside him, an elderly man with a serene smile nodded. "Your Majesty, it was only a matter of time before Origin Mall became widely known. The shop owner himself hasn't shown any concern about it. If he doesn't mind, then why should we?"
This was not the first time they had discussed the matter.
And each time, their conclusion remained the same—let things unfold naturally.
After all, even if Ji Wuhui wanted to intervene, he couldn't.
The emperor let out a sigh and chuckled helplessly. "I had hoped for a few more days of peace, but it seems that was a luxury after all."
Old Bai glanced at his emperor with an odd expression.
Peaceful days? Your Majesty, you can't be serious.
Of course, he kept those words to himself.
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The day passed swiftly.
As soon as business hours ended, Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan entered the virtual world after dinner.
At this point, the virtual world had become their second home.
Though Luo Chuan often appeared laid-back and indifferent during the day, nighttime was a different story.
In the virtual world, he trained relentlessly.
Mirror Challenges in the Arena Mode…
Endless opponents in Challenge Mode…
Every night, Luo Chuan pushed himself to his limits—and often beyond.
By conservative estimates, he died at least hundreds of times each night.
Yet with each failure, he grew stronger, thanks to his innate talent.
Currently, Luo Chuan's cultivation was only at Tier 3.
But in terms of actual combat power?
He could already hold his own against a Tier 4 cultivator.
Or in other words, his strength had already reached the Soul Dominion Realm.
And to think—it had only been two months since he arrived in Azure Continent.
His progress was unheard of. Unbelievable. Terrifying.
Time passed quietly under the silver glow of the moon.
Eventually, Luo Chuan removed his helmet and let out a deep breath.
That's enough for today.
Beside him, Yao Ziyan also removed her helmet, her violet eyes sparkling as she looked at him with a smile.
"I'm heading to bed first. Don't forget to lock up," Luo Chuan reminded her.
Yao Ziyan nodded. "I know, boss."
Luo Chuan ascended the stairs.
A quick wash, then straight to his room.
Not long after, he heard soft footsteps and the sound of a door closing—Yao Ziyan had also gone to rest.
The night passed without incident.
> A dreamless sleep. A rare luxury.
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The next morning, Luo Chuan woke up naturally, his internal clock precise as ever.
The golden morning sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow.
Same routine. Same process.
Wake up. Get dressed. Wash up.
By the time he finished, dozens of minutes had passed.
Just as he was about to head downstairs, a familiar door creaked open.
A sleepy Yao Ziyan stepped out of her room, stretching lazily.
"Morning, boss," she mumbled, still half-asleep.
Her long violet hair was a bit of a mess, and her loose pajamas did little to hide her perfect curves.
"Morning," Luo Chuan replied casually, his expression unchanged.
Descending the stairs, the first thing he did was open the shop's doors.
Unlike yesterday, today's street was eerily quiet.
Not a single customer in sight.
Clearly, after yesterday's experience, everyone had learned an important lesson—
There's no point in arriving before Origin Mall opens.