âHuh?â The Barber and Beautician looked at him, stunned.
Lan Jue asked flippantly, âWasnât that your plan from the start?â
The two exchanged a glance, surprise evident in their eyes.
The Beautician ran her hand through her hair and smiled. âAnd howâd you figure that out, Little Brother?â
Lan Jue shrugged. âIt wasnât difficult. I knew you two were a team once he started his attack. Youâre always calling him the Diabolical Little Clippers, but his style of confrontation is always head on. Clearly youâd been trying to deceive me from the start. Moreover, were you two not a team why would you come in once the fight was finished? It may be my first time, but I know the rules donât permit noncombatants to enter during a bout.â
The Beautician glared at the Barber. âI told you! You should have held back, donât rush in guns blazing. You donât listen. Youâve shown your hand.â
She turned back to Lan Jue, that devilishly cunning smile once more lighting up her features. âLittle Brother, you really are something. I simply must know what degree ninth-rank you are.â
Lan Jue blinked his eyes. âIâm not sure what degree I am myself.â
The Beautician pursed her ruby lips, malcontent written across her face. âLittle Brother, donât be so dishonest.â
Lan Jue sighed. âIâve never told a lie. In fact, Sister Beautician, I must tell you that my degree isnât menial.â
She responded with a smile that didnât reach her eyes, and in that moment a pink light exuded from the center of her body. In the space of an instant, the arena had become a world of pink.
The air filled the shrieking howls, bloodcurdling cries, as a host of wraiths clawed their way out from the ground with bony hands. The world of man had become hell, adrift in the river Acheron*
The Barber disappeared, and the hellish shrieking of the wraiths lapsed in to silence. He had become the deadly blade in the bowels of hades.
Lan Jue, meanwhile, simply lifted his hand and shouted. âThat Silverâs mine!â
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Skyfire Museum.
âAhh,â the Clairvoyant sighed, and gave a halfhearted smile.
The Wine Master grinned at him. âWhatâs all that noise about?â
The Clairvoyant replied. âAre we going about this the right way?â
âWhatâs wrong about it,â the Wine Master inquired. âIf we didnât do it this way, they would find a way. In this case to do is better than to restrict. It will take more than a day or two before they accept the Jewel Master. After all, when heâd first arrived in the Avenue we broke our fair share of rules. But these three years heâs kept a low profile, gained prestige in the council. These are good things.â
âThis morning I saw the Barber, his face sour,â the Clairvoyant said. âLike heâd lost something valuable. The Jewel Masterâs face, meanwhile, was aglow â like he had a hot date, a good sign.â
Smiling, the Wine Master rejoined, âLet them work it out among themselves. Though the Jewel Masterâs heart isnât entirely pure, but his actions are measured.â
âI wouldnât call that measured. Economical so as to avoid shortage, maybe. Take care of your precious liquors.â
The Wine Master snorted. âThe guyâs quite rich, but exceptionally stingy. I havenât the slightest idea what heâs planning with all of that money. And when choosing alcohol heâs even more sinister than the Beautician. In these three years heâs opened up more of my treasures than I care to count.â
The Clairvoyant responded with a full-bellied chuckle. âThe fault also lies with you, good drinking buddies are rare! Were you to give me fine liquor I wouldnât know what to do with it. No, it seems you quite like the boy. Although he takes advantage of you, there will certainly come a day when heâll pay you back double.â
âOh?âThe Wine Master raised a brow in curiosity. With the Clairvoyant, this sort of talk was never to be taken lightly.
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Skyfire Underground.
It felt incredible to switch up his mood. Lan Jue toyed with the Harlequin Silver in his hand, throwing it up and catching it. As he left the arena all his worries, his anger over Zhou Qianlin, melted away. It was like taking a long drink of ice water after leaving the sauna.
Not long after he left, the Barber and Beautician followed.
The Beautician had become like a peasant woman, her reddish-brown hair tousled and tangled.
She looked like a lion after viciously defending itâs territory.
She ground her teeth as she watched Lan Jue leave.
The Barber looked even more wretched. He lurched with a hand over his stomach, and his face looked like heâd been constipated for more than a month. He looked like he wished he were dead.
âShameful loss, that guy trounced us,â the Barber nearly bellowed, flustered and frustrated.
âItâs your fault,â the Beautician hissed, trying in vain to get her hair under control. âWho made you so useless! My Harlequin Silver!â
The rage painted across the Barberâs features gradually disappeared, replaced with a stern and dignified look. âThe Jewel Master was far stronger than we had assumed. By my estimation heâs at least a fourth degree Ninth-Rank Talent. What do you think?â
The beautician nodded in agreement. âSeems about right. Iâm a second degree, and youâre a first. Our powers complement each other. No one but a fourth degree or higher could crush us so quickly and easily.â
The Barberâs face twitched in anger. âWe werenât crushed. Weâll persevere one day.â
âOh absolutely⊠ONE DAY!â The Beautician spat sarcastically.
Lan Jue, meanwhile, had paused in his route to escape the Skyfire Underground and walk towards a shop.
In the center of Skyfire Avenue, there was a rather unremarkable little store. The reason why it was described as âlittleâ was only because it was little by comparison to the enormous, noble structures surrounding it. The storefront was only seventeen meters wide, and it was designed in accordance with a combination of the luxurious, classical style with the simplistic neo-classical style. The mirror-like deep blue walls, the brilliant display windows, all showed off several dazzling, gleaming jewels. In the middle of the top of the store, four letters, glowing with a sapphire light, formed the name of the store.
Z, E, U, S.
The door was made from some sort of unknown deep blue metal. It didnât have any decorations, save for an imprint of a jagged lightning bolt.
Indeed it was Zeusâ Jewelry Shop, a mirror image of the one that sat above them on Skyfire Avenue.
He pushed open the door and entered.
Ding ding ding, the pleasant ringing of silver bells heralded his entrance, and a young girl greeted him. âBoss, youâre here!â
The young woman wore a black skirt that fell to her knees, revealing thin fair-skinned legs. Her torso was hugged by a snow-white blouse, and her short green hair framed her shimmering viridescent eyes. A sweet smile spread across her face.
âGuoguo⊠howâs business been lately?â Lan Jue called at her in greeting.
Goguo responded with a charming giggle. âBad.â
âBad?â Lan Jue responded, slightly taken aback.
She snickered. âThe boss hasnât been around to see us! Of course things have been bad! Really though business is alright.â
âNot great, but at least thereâs peace and quiet!â A disgruntled voice interjected. Another shop assistant appeared, fresh from entertaining a customer and clearly not in the best mood.
She wore the same clothing as Guoguo, but the two were as alike as apples and oysters. She rose a hundred and seventy centimeters on long thin legs. Her deep breaths caused her figure to strain against the confining blouse. Her fiery red hair was tied in a bun, and the black rimmed glasses perched on her nose lent her titillating aura an decidedly intellectual flavor. Her pink eyes glinted, like a pair of captivating gemstones.
*Acheron was one of five rivers in the Greek myths of Hades, the River of Woe. Here, it may also refer to hell in itâs entirety.