Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

"Worth it?"

"Yes, sir, dying by your hand is an honor, and he had the privilege of doing so, yet he only brought out that brocade pouch filled with gold. Honestly, it's a bit too little."

"I see, I misunderstood you. Then you may go."

"Yes, sir."

The corpse's head lay motionless, as if the soul still lingered there, never departing.

As if anyone could just walk away.

The soul being pulled between two realms was simply unbearable.

Once was okay, but multiple times would drive a person insane from pain.

"Next."

Shen Ye called out.

Not a single person on the entire first floor of the inn spoke.

Everyone glanced at the corpse, then at him, and subconsciously, they all lowered their heads.

Having witnessed Butcher Zhao's end, everyone's intelligence was now online.

No new challengers stepped forward.

After a while.

"Wait for me, I'll bring your master up," the shopkeeper said.

He made his way down the stairs.

In no time at all.

Two shop assistants came up carrying a stretcher, followed by the shopkeeper.

On the stretcher was Mo Ga Ru.

"Sir!"

Shen Ye had long collected his Dharma Aspect and now he laughed happily.

Excellent.

This was for saving his life! He wasn't dead yet!

Among the Three Disasters, he was about to count on this guy's life to pass the Tribulation!

Hearing him shout, and seeing his relieved expression, Mo Ga Ru also felt deeply moved.

Baxter—

He had tried to save me, he didn't want me to die!

In truth.

If he was a spy, he could simply disregard me at this moment and have the chance to watch me die.

With my death, the Five Desires would crumble.

There's no need to purposely save me!

...So he's definitely not a spy.

Shen Ye had already begun to negotiate with the shopkeeper:

"You beat him up like this, why didn't you treat him?"

"Treatment costs money," the shopkeeper responded.

"Sadly, I don't have money either," Shen Ye sighed.

—It was actually quite good to keep Mo Ga Ru half-dead.

"Kid, the gold you won from the fight could be used," the shopkeeper suggested.

Shen Ye stiffened.

Meeting Mo Ga Ru's expectant gaze, he said through clenched teeth:

"Really?"

"Indeed, it can be used," the shop assistant also said.

—The young man would rather be at others' mercy than fight to save his own lord.

So he definitely wouldn't mind using the gold, right?

The shopkeeper and the shop assistant, both cunning, reassessed the logic in their minds and were sure they could not be mistaken.

—You are willing to risk your life for someone, how could you hesitate over some gold?

The logic doesn't hold.

Shen Ye gritted his teeth, took out the gold, and threw it on the counter, creating a "thud" as it landed.

"Cure my lord!"

He said with a hate-filled voice.

"No problem," the shopkeeper said, nodding towards the shop assistant.

The shop assistant opened a drawer behind the counter, took out a pill from a bottle, and fed it to Mo Ga Ru. Stay tuned to empire

Mo Ga Ru soon closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"He needs to sleep for a while so that the injuries in his body can recover," the shopkeeper explained.

"You've used up the gold I just obtained," Shen Ye glared at him.

"Yes, but your master's injuries will recover quickly," the shopkeeper defended, somewhat perplexed, feeling for the first time that human complexity was beyond his comprehension.

A bell rang from the rooftop.

Shen Ye looked up to see a massive metal wind chime hanging high under a hollowed-out sunshade, tinkling crisply in the fierce wind.

"The wind is picking up..."

The shopkeeper muttered under his breath and gestured to the shop assistants.

The two shop assistants quickly ran downstairs, seemingly to accomplish some task.

"In fact, you two are our last guests, and we're about to depart," the shopkeeper told Shen Ye.

Depart?

What does that mean?

Shen Ye was puzzled.

But then he saw the shopkeeper step onto a stool and onto the counter, announcing loudly to everyone:

"Everyone!"

"It's time."

"We must find a way to quickly escape from this area before disaster strikes!"

"From now on, everything I do is to ensure our survival!"

"I hope you will all obey my commands!"

The shopkeeper took a deep breath and shouted:

"Set sail—"

Boom boom boom!

Shock.

The ground started to tremble.

Something outside the inn was rising from the ground.

Looking out the window—

It was indeed an impossibly large sail!

The floor of the inn swayed back and forth.

Suddenly.

The entire inn lifted off the ground, soared into the air, and climbed higher into the sky on the wind.

Shen Ye's eyes widened as he watched carefully for a while before realizing what was happening.

The inn wasn't just an inn.

It was a massive Flying Boat that could carry a full load of people, shuttling through the skies at incredible speeds.

At this moment.

Shen Ye and Mo Ga Ru were on the deck of the Flying Boat.

Looking towards the distant horizon, one could see yellow lines slowly rising from the ground.

Sand!

"The Sand Disaster is about to begin. Hold tight, everyone, we are going to accelerate!" the shopkeeper announced loudly.

The massive Flying Boat indeed started to accelerate.

Shen Ye found an empty spot and settled Mo Ga Ru on a reclining chair, then stood guard beside him.

At this moment, everyone was sitting silently, quietly watching the view outside the windows.

The sky darkened.

This was because more and more sand was rising from the ground, threatening to blot out the sun.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment and silently asked:

"What exactly is this 'calamity,' and where does it take place?"

"This calamity is the result of supreme Mana connecting the Dharma Realm, recreating important historical events that have taken place in bygone eras," the Technique Spirit said.

"History? What history?" Shen Ye asked.

"I'm not sure, that's all I know," the Technique Spirit replied.