Chapter 883: 433 Small Problem_3

Chapter 883: Chapter 433 Small Problem_3

“Don’t be so modest. Today, anyone standing inside or outside this council hall is a master—are you aware of where the lounge is?” Shen Ye said.

“My name is Leiming, and I actually have a personal matter to discuss with you,” Leiming said.

“Alright, go ahead,” Shen Ye said helplessly, deciding to look for the room number on his key card himself.

“I like Song Yinchen. She should become my wife,” Leiming stated slowly while observing his expression.

“I won’t bug you about it,” Shen Ye said lazily.

Leiming’s brow twitched as he said in a deep voice:

“But she likes you.”

“Love is freedom—I can’t control others, I can’t even control myself,” Shen Ye replied.

“What about a duel? The loser withdraws from the competition, how’s that?” Leiming suggested.

Shen Ye chuckled, his gaze deepening.

“Your name is Leiming, right? How long have you liked Song Yinchen?” he asked.

“Over a decade ago, I saw her at a year-end gathering of the noble clans and I’ve liked her since then,” Leiming recalled.

Shen Ye continued, “You’ve liked her for more than a decade, and only now, when my master has left Death Planet, you dare to challenge me—”

“Let’s be clear, you were sent to test my strength, weren’t you?”

Leiming’s expression remained unchanged, assuming a defensive stance on the spot, eyes fixed on Shen Ye as he calmly stated:

“In any place, strength is respected, and who knows if Xu Xingke will ever return?”

Xu Xingke might not come back?

This statement finally stirred Shen Ye’s emotions.

“You really need to watch your words. Didn’t your family teach you any manners?” he said irritably.

Leiming just looked at him.

The next moment.

A sudden change occurred—

Shen Ye felt the space around him shift.

The world suddenly disappeared.

In its place was an endless dark universe and a splendid vast nebula.

—I’ve been transported to outer space!

Two rows of faint text quickly appeared:

“You have been hit by the Pupil Technique: ‘Spatial Dislocation’.”

“Description: You have been instantaneously thrown out of Death Planet, randomly appearing somewhere in the multi-layered universe.”

Shen Ye floated in space for a while, slowly realizing.

—This fight under the guise of ‘jealous competition’ was to minimize the impact.

If the challenge failed, it would just be a petty jealousy.

But what if it succeeded?

The reputation of the Tower of Tarot would be destroyed.

Look—

The people left to manage the Tower of Tarot couldn’t even defeat an obscure Scion of the Noble Family.

What right do they have to lead us?

Choosing the Pupil Technique was also very unusual.

—Direct transportation to the universe.

If one’s strength wasn’t sufficient, it would be hard even to survive in the universe.

Not to mention returning to Death Planet.

Even if one slowly finds their way back, a long time would have passed.

The cooked dishes would have already gone cold.

So the people from there would watch.

They would wait to see how long it takes for me to return to Death Planet.

—Or if I can never return.

During this waiting process, everything is quiet.

After all, Xu Xingke had just left.

They would continue to observe if Xu Xingke had left any contingency measures.

That’s about it.

Shen Ye quickly figured everything out, then pulled out the Tarot Scepter, swiftly operating it.

A line of text popped up:

“Leiming has been expelled from the sequence of the Tarot Cards and henceforth cannot possess Tarot Cards.”

Mark it for now.

We’ll discuss the details later.

Shen Ye put away the card, squinted his eyes, kicked his legs—

And then he lay in the dark universe, starting to snore loudly.

No choice.

These last few days had been too exhausting.

Returning now would mean immediately dealing with those idiots.

Tomorrow, I still have to explore ruins with Dingdang Cat.

My schedule is full.

—Better catch some sleep now!

Shen Ye yawned, stowed everything in the Space Ring, then floated in the vast universe, comfortably drifting into dreamland.

As a member of the king species, he is naturally able to survive in space.

Sleeping poses no problem either.

On the other side.

It’s still the World Government Council Hall.

Approximately one hour later.

Song Yinchen flew back excitedly, strode to the lounge, and knocked on the door.

No response.

Asleep?

She sensed slightly.

Not right.

There’s no one inside.

Shen Ye said he was going to sleep, hadn’t he?

She pulled out her own Tarot Cards, only to see a line of text appear on the card:

“Leiming has been expelled from the sequence of the Tarot Cards and henceforth cannot possess Tarot Cards.”

Suddenly.

A voice came from behind:

“No need to look for him anymore, Yinchen.”

Song Yinchen swiftly turned around.

“Leiming? What are you talking about?” she asked sternly.

Leiming, leaning comfortably against the railing, slowly said:

“It’s simple. In the recent duel, Shen Ye lost you to me.”

Song Yinchen paused for a moment.

“You must be joking. Brother Shen Ye is not that kind of person—he doesn’t think of me as his personal property, nor would he engage in such pointless and foolish duels.”

“But he lost.”

Leiming walked towards Song Yinchen, continuing to speak:

“He’s just been riding on Xu Xingke’s protection, with a big reputation, but seriously fighting, he can’t even catch one of my moves.”

“Yinchen, we both come from noble families. We are truly meant for each other.”

“As for the Tarot Cards—they’re just a substitute for communication devices, it’s no big deal without them.”

“Are you done talking?” Song Yinchen asked.

“I am sincere, Yinchen,” Leiming said passionately.

“He can’t catch even one of your moves? Leiming, dare you catch one of mine?” Song Yinchen asked.

Leiming stopped in his tracks, a trace of unease flashing in his eyes.

Song Yinchen’s voice became softer: