Ch. 357 - Xiao Chuxia’s Realm

Tong Yang spoke up, “No point in stressing. Mr. Fang needs us to pile up Spirit Money. Until we reach that one hundred million, we’re safe—nothing to worry about.”

With that, he marched right up to a Taotie and slipped into its wide, bloody jaws without a pause.

The others swapped nervous looks, unsure, but they followed one by one, crawling into the creature’s foul-smelling gut.

Once they were all inside, Fang Xiu launched his night of chaos.

Black flames flared around him, shaping into a pair of fiery wings. With one sharp flap, he rocketed into the sky like a bolt of flame, landing on top of a Taotie.

Then, with his wild army trailing behind, he led them out of Whitestone in a loud, messy stampede.

A month later, Fang Xiu had been holed up in the Land Between for thirty straight days.

No getting around it—without enough Spirit Money, the way out wouldn’t open. But after a month of hard work, the group’s total stash had climbed to an impressive seventy million.

A lot of that came from Fang Xiu covering their stay during nights. With him picking up the tab, each of the fourteen saved a hundred grand daily. That’s 1.4 million a day, just on a place to sleep.

Toss in their earnings—around 1.5 million daily—and after costs, it was almost all profit.

They still had to eat, sure, and the Land Between wasn’t serving up anything fancy. 

Whitestone’s hotels and shops peddled rotten food—tasted awful but kept you going. Cheap, too. Ten thousand filled you up.

Food poisoning? Not an issue. High-level psychics like them could handle it.

That month almost crushed Yang Ming and the rest.

They got up at first light, slaying Specters till dark, then back to Whitestone for a bowl of nasty mush before collapsing in a Taotie’s rank belly. Day in, day out—no breaks, no joy. Worse than jail time.

Lu Ziming’s crew, though? They felt like they’d struck gold.

Every day brought cash, no rent draining their pockets. In one month, they’d saved more than they’d ever dreamed.

The cherry on top? Fang Xiu had healing covered. Back in the old days, this kind of nonstop Specter-killing would’ve cost lives—big risks, big losses.

Now? No matter how torn up they got, Fang Xiu fixed them when they staggered back to Whitestone.

Their survival chances were Sky-high now.

For Lu Ziming and his folks, this was the easiest month they’d ever had in the Land Between.

All that bloodshed paid off for Li Xiaoru and a handful of others, too. They’d been stalled at the top of the fourth tier forever, held back by the real world’s rules. But here? No limits, plus endless Specter kills—it nudged them right to the brink of a leap.

The fifth tier was one small step away, though that final push was always the toughest.

The catch: not enough people. With a bigger crew, they could’ve leaned on Xiao Chuxia’s power to break through.

Fang Xiu wasn’t idle either. After a month of gobbling up Specters, he’d reached the top of the third tier. The fourth was so close he could taste it—one last shove.

Same routine that day: hunt Specters from dawn to dusk, then limp back to Whitestone. But this time, as the group gathered, Xiao Chuxia peeled off from the pack and snuck up to Fang Xiu. She threw him an odd curveball.

“Hey, Xiu, a month in the Land Between is dull as dirt. Wanna spice things up with me?” She cocked her head, her pale face glowing faintly in the low light, a sneaky smile playing on her lips.

“Get lost,” Fang Xiu said flatly, brushing her off. But Xiao Chuxia didn’t even flinch—she just leaned in closer, unbothered.

“What, did your mind go straight to the gutter? You didn’t think ‘spice things up’ meant THAT, did you? Hey, hey, hold up—don’t walk off!” She darted in front of him when he turned to leave, throwing her hands up with an exasperated grin. “Geez, it’s just a joke! This time, I swear I’ve got something actually fun in mind.”

She popped up on her tiptoes, leaning close to his ear with a whisper. “I’m preg—ha, kidding! Just messing with you. The Land Between is so damn boring, I had to.”

She pulled back, smirking. “Okay, real talk—I just broke through to the fourth tier!”

Fang Xiu stared at her, cool as ever. “And?”

“You’re not even a little curious about my Domain?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, come on, you are!” She huffed as he started walking again. “Fine—Domain Activated: Fooling the Universe!”

With a playful shout, the world around them flipped.

The dull, bluish stone streets of Whitestone vanished, replaced by sleek, glossy marble. 

The grimy surroundings morphed into something straight out of a billionaire’s daydream—golden chandeliers dripping with crystals, a ceiling painted with goddesses, and a massive steaming pool giving off spa vibes.

In a blink, Fang Xiu felt like he’d been yanked out of the Land Between and dropped into some high-end retreat back in the real world.

Xiao Chuxia pranced up to him, now decked out in a slinky, high-slit cheongsam—like a hostess at a fancy lounge.

Black heels clicked on the marble, her long, pale legs practically glowing against the polished floor.

“Welcome to Rosy Romance, sir!” she chirped, flashing a megawatt smile.

Fang Xiu ignored her, running a hand along the wall instead. It felt real—solid, smooth, like it belonged there. Except this was the Land Between. No way a bathhouse existed here.

“What’s up, Xiu? Pretty cool trick, huh?” she said, twirling a little.

“Fooling the Universe?” He mulled it over, eyes narrowing. “So it’s not just people you can trick anymore?”

She pouted, crossing her arms. “Ugh, you’re no fun. Figured it out in one guess. Yeah, my Domain lets me mess with anything in range—even the world itself. No real firepower, though.

"I could turn this place into a volcano or a blade storm, and it wouldn’t scratch a high-tier psychic. But for fun? Oh, it’s maxed out. In the Land Between, I can give you all the real-world perks—swimming, shopping, basketball, you name it.”

Fang Xiu’s gaze flickered. This wasn’t just Fooling the Universe—it was rewriting reality. Xiao Chuxia hadn’t even clocked how insane her Domain was yet; she was just treating it like a toy.

“Try tricking the world into lending you power,” he said. “Like it does for Yang Ming.”

Her eyes widened, then lit up like she’d just won the lottery. “Holy crap, Xiu, you’re a genius! Why didn’t I think of that?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, muttering under her breath. A second later, something wild kicked in. The air rippled, a strange energy surging toward her.

Golden light exploded from her, turning her into a glowing figure—like a living statue dipped in molten gold. She snapped her eyes open, staring at her radiant hands, jaw dropping. “Whoa! I did it! I’m pulling Yang Ming’s I Am Domain—wait, no, mine’s more like… I Am His Domain!”

“There’s more,” Fang Xiu cut in. “If you can trick anything in your Domain, then trick the air—you’d control it. Trick the ground, you’d own that too. Trick an enemy’s weapon, it’s yours. If someone’s Domain clashes with yours, you could even trick their Domain.”

Her big eyes nearly popped out of her head. She gawked at him, stunned. “Wait… what? My power’s that crazy? This is… this is freaking nuts!” She bounced in excitement, her cheongsam barely keeping up with the energy.

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