Just then, Xie Lian heard Feng Xin again in the communication array. “How could Hua Cheng use the Teleportation Array within the Heavenly Court?! How do we open this door?!”
Shi Qingxuan cried, “General Nan Yang! Me, me, me! I think I know how! His Highness and I suffered this trick of Hua Cheng’s when we were on our mission. Take two dice and roll them before the door, then push to see if it’ll open.”
Xie Lian remembered now. Didn’t he casually toss those dice around for fun earlier in the main hall? He could still clearly recall having to run so pathetically for their lives in that earthworm tunnel and from those savage spirits. He quickly called out, “Stop! Don’t! Be careful!”
However, his voice never reached the communication array. His spiritual powers were probably almost depleted and would be gone entirely by the time his message was transmitted. Feng Xin seemed to have done exactly what Shi Qingxuan said without a second thought. How did Xie Lian know this? Because the next instant, Feng Xin suddenly swore loudly in the communication array. He cursed whenever he was agitated, and when he cursed, the words were often terribly vulgar—to avoid dirtying eyes and ears, his words shall not be repeated.
The heavenly officials lurking within the communication array asked immediately, “General, what’s wrong?!”
Mu Qing’s voice came next, and he also sounded quite dumbfounded. “What is this place?!”
It appeared that he had also gone through the door with Feng Xin.
“Be careful, guys!” Shi Qingxuan called out. “Different-numbered rolls will bring you to different places. What number did you roll?”
“He rolled a four!” Mu Qing said.
Feng Xin’s cursing also carried a trace of panic and terror, and Xie Lian was worried they had met with danger.
The caster of this spell was right next to him, and he had no time to worry about any reservations. He hurriedly asked, “San Lang, what does a roll of four open to?”
“Depends,” Hua Cheng replied. “The door will open to whatever the roller fears most.”
Just as Hua Cheng answered, Mu Qing coolly snapped, “You fought to roll first and rolled out a women’s bath! Give me the dice, I’ll roll!”
Hearing “women’s bath,” Xie Lian covered his face with his hands.
Feng Xin had always kept his distance from women, his face changing whenever women were so much as spoken of—it was as if the female sex were savage, wild beasts. To him, a women’s bath really was the scariest place on earth, worse than the immeasurable depths of tiger caves or dragon lakes.
It seemed Mu Qing had successfully snatched away the dice, and Xie Lian sighed a breath of relief. However, not a moment later, the two roared again.
Shi Qingxuan woefully called out to them, “Generals, what did you run into this time?”
There was no response, only odd burbling sounds, as if they’d been plunged into water. Everyone held their breath. After a moment, Feng Xin emerged within the array with a loud gasp, sounding as if he was spitting something out. It appeared that he had broken through the water’s surface.
He yelled, “Black Marsh Crocodiles!”
As it turned out, the two of them had hardly fled two steps out of the women’s bath before Mu Qing took the dice by force and rolled, and their next step had them falling into a marsh. They were immediately submerged past their waists and up to their mouths in the muddy water; after fighting to get out, over a dozen incredibly long crocodile monsters swam over to surround them. Each of the monsters was over twelve meters in length and had grown human arms and legs from years of feeding on human flesh. The sight of them moving through the marsh with those limbs stroking through the water would steal anyone’s breath with fright, and it was also really grossing the two of them out. Half-sunken in the black marsh, the two fervently fought the crocodiles until Feng Xin had finally had enough.
“Give me the dice; let me roll! You didn’t roll anything good either!”
Mu Qing was never one to admit defeat, and he shot a blinding spiritual blast. “Crocodile monsters are still more decent than a women’s bath! Who knows what you’ll roll next. Give them to me!”
“Fuckin’—” Feng Xin yelled angrily. “Didn’t you already take the dice?! Where are they?!”
The two had completely forgotten they were still connected to the communication array and started throwing punches again while denouncing each other’s luck in dice rolling, the dice lost and their whereabouts long forgotten. The heavenly officials in the communication array eagerly listened to them cursing at each other; the bigger the better when it came to spectacle. They were losing their minds trying to hold back their laughter, some even pounding their fists in their own seats, wishing desperately they could be watching this live to cheer the fight on.