novellhall Chapter 63: The So-Called Dark Continent
Chapter 63: The So-Called Dark Continent
Night falls.
As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle.
Manhattan, Upper East Side.
Brownstone buildings stand side by side, their wrought iron porches covered with vines that have yet to turn green.
45 East 74th Street.
It is Anna Wintour's mansion in Manhattan.
The greeters at the entrance were dressed in suits that looked like Napoleon's military uniforms, and their gloves were so white they seemed to reflect light.
A black Lincoln was parked on the side of the road.
Inside the car, Fan Binbin pinched her own face and then pinched Wei Yi's arm.
"Does it hurt?"
"You pinched me."
"That's right."
Fan Binbin confirmed that it wasn't a dream and turned his gaze back to Wei Yi.
A windproof jacket. A black windproof jacket.
The zipper was pulled up to her chest, revealing a white T-shirt, straight-leg jeans, and white sneakers.
Her eyelids started twitching.
"Are you really planning to go in dressed like this?"
"Um."
"This is the Upper East Side."
"I know."
"You know?"
Fan Binbin feigned shock: "You don't know! This is Anna Wintour's party. The queen of the global fashion world. Her house is more upscale than my home. And you're dressed like this!"
She took a deep breath.
"Aren't you afraid of being kicked out?"
Wei Yi was silent for a moment, then said, "This is the only set of clothes I have."
"Let's go to Fifth Avenue now. I'll pay. We'll make it in time."
Wei Yi remained silent.
He wasn't trying to show off. He genuinely had no other choice.
Yesterday on the plane, the silly system popped up a temporary mission.
TMD is still mandatory.
[Temporary Mission: Sect Banner, Expedition to the Dark Continent]
[Mission Requirements: From the time you arrive on the Dark Continent until you leave, continuously wear clothing bearing the sect's emblem.]
[Task Reward: Passive "Spreading the Banner Across the Seas" - Sect Reputation Spread Efficiency +500%. Spells such as "Instantaneous Creation and Annihilation Light and Shadow Technique" and "Mirror Flower Karma Technique" have overseas special attack effects, and the sensory impact of light and shadow spells is temporarily doubled.]
[Failure Penalty: This system will clear all of the host's wardrobe and replace it with a gold-embroidered Daoist robe bearing the inscription "Chief Disciple of the Hehuan Sect." The host will be required to wear this robe for the rest of their life.]
Wei Yi was instantly energized.
Because the system flashed the image of the Taoist robe through his mind.
Groin.
embroidery.
There's a Hehuan Sect logo on the back.
It's like being in a car accident right after picking up your costume from the props department, like an extra in a fantasy drama.
What the hell!
If I have to wear this outfit for the rest of my life.
That would be terrible!
Then he looked down at his chest.
White T-shirt with six red characters: Yenching Film Academy.
These are alumni T-shirts provided free of charge by the school; they were distributed on the day of registration.
He wears it because it's comfortable.
I never expected it would become the banner of the sect.
The system popped up again:
[Additional Hint: Dark Continent Special Edition]
[This system has detected that top cultivators on the Dark Continent have generally fallen to the demonic path, their bodies tainted by demonic energy. This curse renders them nearly defenseless against illusionary spells.]
Please use spells such as "Mirror Flower Karma Technique" and "Instantaneous Creation and Extinction Light and Shadow Technique" with caution, as they represent purer demonic energy to them, a substitute for the demonic path!
Then a profile of Anna Wintour was played.
[Anna Wintour, Queen of the Fashion Sanctuary, a legendary Grand Patriarch of Fashion (roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level in the Eastern Immortal Realm)]
[Status: Deeply fallen into demonic ways. Therefore, utterly powerless against spells such as the "Mirror Flower Karma Technique" and the "Instantaneous Birth and Death Light and Shadow Technique."]
He only discovered this after landing and opening his suitcase.
All the clothes inside were replaced with the same white T-shirts and sweatshirts with the Beijing Film Academy logo.
I have three windbreakers, all black, the only difference being the color of the zippers.
Fan Binbin stared at his face for a long time, and read some unspeakable truth from his silence.
"You're such a hopeless flirt." Fan Binbin gave up.
The car door opened.
Anna Wintour stood at the entrance of the brownstone mansion.
Her golden bob hair was perfectly styled. Her black long dress was tailored to fit her body so perfectly it looked like it was an extension of her.
She wasn't wearing sunglasses or jewelry, just a simple ring on her ring finger. Her lipstick was barely visible.
Her gaze traveled down Wei Yi's face, past the zipper, and stopped at the six large characters on his chest.
My lips twitched slightly. It was very faint, but it definitely twitched.
"Wei, why are you still wearing this outfit?"
"This is the only outfit I have." Wei Yi unzipped the jacket halfway down, revealing the six words in full, "I have all of these in my suitcase, this one is already new."
Anna's lips twitched again.
She stared at the six Chinese characters with a complicated expression, like a gourmet being served a plate of stir-fried rice noodles but not knowing where to start.
"What does the writing on it mean?"
"Yanjing Film Academy. My alma mater. I'm still a student there."
"Yanjing Film Academy"
Anna repeated it once. Not a single word was accurate. But she pronounced each word with great effort.
She lifted her eyelids and looked into Wei Yi's eyes: "You even wear it to banquets. This school is very lucky to have a student like you."
Wei Yi shrugged.
A buzzing sound went through my mind.
[The Master of the Fashion Temple personally recited the full name of the Hehuan Sect's sacred emblem in an Eastern language. Sect Reputation +100.]
All powerful figures in the West within the current area witnessed this scene.
Although the pronunciation of the six syllables was not perfect, it had already been imprinted in his mind—the Eastern sect that took light and shadow as its doctrine, whose banner of prestige on the Dark Continent was raised by Anna Wintour herself.
Anna turned around and gestured for them to proceed. Her movements were as swift as if nothing had happened.
Fan Binbin followed from behind, lowering his voice: "I thought you were going to be kicked out."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "And then she praised you. I'm truly impressed."
The two people who were following behind, including the greasy-mouthed man and Gong Li, were also surprised.
The two of them were mentally prepared in case Wei Yi couldn't get in because of his attire.
Then they had no choice but to accept it.
After all, their ticket to attend this banquet was actually Wei Yi himself.
We entered the lobby.
Huang Xiaoming walked silently behind.
He was counting how many faces he had seen in Vogue were in the foyer.
I gave up when I counted to the seventeenth card.
There are so many, all of them alive.
Wang Baoqiang was at the very back, his neck stiff and straight, resolutely controlling himself from looking around, but his expression was like that of a rural kid entering a big city for the first time.
He passed a painting on the wall in the corridor, studied it closely for two seconds, then turned back to Huang Xiaoming and whispered:
"Brother Xiaoming, this painting looks similar to the New Year's paintings in our village temple."
Huang Xiaoming glanced at the signature on the painting. "Baoqiang, that's Picasso."
"Bi what? The same surname as that CCTV host with the surname Bi?"
"no……"
"No way? That's a very rare surname. I thought they were related."
"Forget it. Baoqiang, let's stop talking; it's not the right time."
"Oh? Hmm, hmm!"