Chapter 75

The probability of Jin attending the meeting is infinitely close to zero...

Similarly,

The probability of answering the phone is also infinitely close to zero.

To expect this guy to attend the meeting is like expecting President Nitro to be on time.

Surrounded by colleagues looking at him as if he were a fool, Yintiger Kangjie, feeling both angry and embarrassed, slammed the table and stood up.

"I saw Jin just the day before yesterday on the old street, and I thought that bastard came to Schwadani City to attend the meeting!!! Otherwise, what do you think he came to Schwadani City for at this time?"

"Really, really?"

Next to Yintiger Kangjie, a cute girl dressed as a bunny girl leaned on the table, playing with her phone and pouted, "What era is this, and someone still 'thinks' Jin will attend the meeting? Ah, it's you, math idiot, so it's fine."

"!!!"

Veins popped on Yintiger Kangjie's forehead, and he glared at Moutu Piyoen beside him.

On the opposite seat, Youji Kruk, wearing a feather headdress, propped his chin and cursed maliciously, "Kangjie, idiot, fool, big fool!"

"..."

Hearing this, Yintiger Kangjie immediately shifted his focus, baring his teeth and glaring at Youji, looking ready to pounce and bite him at any moment.

Sitting next to Youji Kruk was Qiduo, who raised her right hand in an inviting gesture towards Yintiger Kangjie and asked,

"Assuming Jin came to Schwadani City for another purpose, he should be carrying something that prompted him to come to Schwadani City. Of course, this is just one possibility."

"Something?"

Yintiger Kangjie frowned, recalling, and suddenly remembered that Jin indeed had a book tucked under his arm, and he said in surprise, "That bastard brought a book."

"A book..."

On the other side of Yintiger Kangjie sat Chouniu Mijaston, who crossed his arms and said calmly, "The only thing I can think of that connects to a book three days ago is the signing event of the Swamp Man."

"Huh?"

Yintiger Kangjie was stunned again, finding it hard to believe, "You mean... that stinky pig came to Schwadani City just to attend some lousy signing event???"

"Just as Qiduo said, it's just one possibility."

Chouniu Mijaston said without changing his expression, "But if it's Jin, I think this is the only possibility."

"..."

Kangjie tried hard to understand what Chouniu Mijaston was saying, his eyebrows almost knitted together.

Moutu Piyoen couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Language idiot, Mijaston is affirming your statement."

"Then why didn't he just say 'yes'!?"

Kangjie was once again angry and embarrassed.

"Why are we wasting time and words on a 'non-existent' person?"

"Ah, 'non-existent' means not in the world, cursing Jin like that is not good, but I like it~!"

"So, is this meeting starting now?"

"If you think the meeting starts even without the president, I have no objections."

"The president is late again!"

"By the way... what is the theme of this meeting?"

"Apparently, it's some kind of post-mortem thought created by Qiduo, and I heard that this post-mortem thought is very troublesome, scaring the exorcists in the association to have nightmares for a whole month, poor them."

"Shenhou, your 'apparently' and 'heard' are enough to constitute defamation."

"I'm so scared."

"Post-mortem thought? Isn't that the job of exorcists? Is it necessary to hold a meeting of the Twelve Earthly Branches for this?"

"Hey, your information is really outdated."

Moutu Piyoen leaned back in his chair, holding his phone high and quickly tapping the keys while explaining,

"That post-mortem thought is not only incredibly strong but also a rare growth type. If we don't deal with it quickly, it will only be a matter of time before it reaches A-level difficulty!"

"A growth-type post-mortem thought... I've never heard of it."

"Is there such a thing? Thoughts left behind by death can become stronger, but they should also be fixed by death, right?"

"That's why it's so rare."

"..."

The Twelve Earthly Branches chattered back and forth, making the meeting room as noisy as a market.

The bean-faced man, who arrived at the meeting room earlier than Nitro, was sweating profusely.

At the same time, he condemned Jin's behavior.

He had already come to Schwadani City and could have attended the meeting, but...

Sigh.

The bean-faced man sighed inwardly.

In a distant place,

Jin, also a member of the Twelve Earthly Branches, naturally skipped the meeting.

"Met an interesting fellow enthusiast, it was worth the trip."

Jin edited a text message and sent it, then put away his phone and looked at the distant World Tree sapling.

———

Three days.

The cultivation buff and Miss Biscuit's massage were even more effective than expected.

This gave Moyou a feeling.

His "practice" would soon break the one-hour barrier.

The qualifying standard is at least half an hour, and one hour is a significant step forward.

On the nearby sofa,

Biscuit lowered her men's magazine and quickly glanced at Moyou.

"Really dedicated, little Moyou."

As an observer, Biscuit had personally witnessed Moyou's resilience over the past three days, using every available moment for cultivation.

No wonder he could achieve such outstanding results in less than a month of learning to cultivate.

Not only was his talent astonishing, but it also had to do with his own efforts.

There's a saying...

Don't fear geniuses, fear geniuses who work hard.

But!

Staying indoors for three whole days is too unbearable!

"Five days at most, it's fine."

Biscuit took out a mouse pearl and played with it, comforting herself.

Unbeknownst to her, Moyou's initial plan was to stay indoors for a month.

Time passed—

A month later.

In the hotel room, various men's magazines were scattered around the sofa.

Biscuit lay on the sofa, looking utterly lifeless.

Miss Biscuit, whom she had materialized, maintained her professional smile and diligently massaged Moyou.

"Very good, the foundation of the four elements is solid enough, and the technique of condensation is almost mastered. Unfortunately, the enhancement effect of the cultivation buff disappeared a week ago, so I couldn't boost the proficiency of 'firmness.'"

Moyou closed his eyes, enjoying Miss Biscuit's massage, and calculated the cultivation gains of the past month.

It can only be said that Miss Biscuit's fatigue-relieving massage ability was incredibly useful, squeezing out at least six times the time, equivalent to turning a month of cultivation into at least half a year.

Then, adding the cultivation buff for over twenty days...

Suddenly, it felt like he had been learning to cultivate for two years.

Despite the process being very tedious and painful, he ultimately persisted through sheer willpower.

"Now me..."

Moyou turned his neck and looked at Biscuit, who was lying on the sofa, looking utterly lifeless.

"Facing off against Biscuit, I should be able to last at least a minute, right?"