Chapter 103: Do You Like My All‑Terrain Motorcycle? 7K Seeking Orders

Just as Wang Wu charged fiercely toward Yao Qing's location, a cold beam rose to meet the golden light, brutally splitting the golden ray and striking the impostor Wang Wu's face.

At that moment, Yao Qing's face was already covered with a chill frost, and murderous aura overflowed from her phoenix eyes.

A person as their sword—sharp, cold, and fierce.

At the same time, a violent explosion rang from beside Yao Qing. Immediately after, the air let out a howling scream from intense friction, and a wave of heat rushed to the nose.

The golden light flashed, and under a supersonic slash, the Wang Wu before him was instantly split in two.

Seeing another Wang Wu suddenly appear, and then glancing at the scorching long blade in his hand, Yao Qing's mind was jolted.

It was grand and mighty, yet ferociously bizarre; heat waves rolled over its crimson blade, distorting the surrounding air, making one feel as if standing in an endless furnace.

When the Heavenly Demon Body transforms, there is a flashy cutscene, but reverting the transformation happens in an instant, much faster than the transformation itself.

Therefore, by the time Yao Qing saw Wang Wu, he had already reverted to human form.

Seeing the one cut by a blade, whose face did not show the strange smile of the earlier "Yao Qing" but instead instantly turned extremely resentful as "Wang Wu", the genuine Wang Wu instantly realized that his slash had definitely hit the target.

At the same time, the cold light on Yao Qing's sword also surged, slashing fiercely toward the resentful‑looking "Wang Wu".

A slash here, a thrust there; one blade fell like fire into hell, the other like ice into a prison.

"Yi, yi—!!!"

With a sharp screech, the "Wang Wu" body snapped, shattered, and then vanished without a trace.

"That thing, another anomaly?"

At this moment, Wang Wu withdrew his long blade, looked at Yao Qing beside him, and asked.

"Yes." Yao Qing nodded, then looked at Wang Wu's waist, "Your sword technique…"

She stared at Wang Wu; although her tone and expression returned to the previous cold neutrality, Wang Wu could naturally hear the doubt and confusion within.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Heat Wave Slash," Wang Wu replied, "It is the exclusive sword technique of my Supreme Heaven Vajra Sect."

"Ah," Yao Qing understood, then fell silent.

Supreme Heaven Vajra Sect's Eighth‑Grade Sword Technique: Heavenly Demon Heat Wave Slash, which uses internal Qi to generate demonic fire that adheres to the long blade; its blade motion is swift and bizarre, yet unmatched in sheer force, grand and mighty.

Unlike the Sunwheel Golden Blade's heart‑piercing slash, the Heavenly Demon Heat Wave Slash is a purely physical sword technique.

Although gold and fire are incompatible, this Heavenly Demon Heat Wave Slash differs; aside from its attribute, its other characteristics are almost identical to conventional fire‑based attack methods.

"So where is this place?" Wang Wu looked around, "I just realized this doesn't seem to be where we came from."

"This is an Illusory Realm," Yao Qing said.

"What is an Illusory Realm?"

While carefully observing the surroundings, Yao Qing's peripheral glance fell on Wang Wu, seeing his pure, clear eyes; after a brief pause, she said:

"The Illusory Realm is the hideout of these anomalies, or rather, a place where some anomalies can pull you in."

"This place is no longer the mortal world, yet it mirrors much of the mortal world."

"I, a True Dao cultivator, pierce the Delusion Void; the 'emptiness' I discerned is this Illusory Realm."

"Hehe, seems the True Dao is no different after all."

At this moment, inside the spherical fortress, Zi Yuan, after hearing Wang Wu's recount, let out a light laugh.

"During my Great Shang era, the so‑called 'Illusory Realm' and 'anomalies' simply did not exist. This Great True Dao is not much different from our demonic path."

"Indeed, they're about the same," Wang Wu thought deeply.

Demonic cultivators can cause demonic calamities; after being devoured by a heart demon they directly become humanoid bio‑weapon forms. This True Dao, as it stands, seems no better.

These anomalies are truly terrifying.

"Then how did these anomalies arise?" After listening to Yao Qing's explanation, Wang Wu asked curiously.

"They originate from transformed ghosts."

"Ghosts?" Wang Wu was startled, but then recalled that the ghosts he met in Wang Gu Lin were mostly from the Yin Shang period. Modern ghosts exist too, but are fewer and often quite 'young'.

As for older 'ghosts', he hadn't seen any at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Wu's mind also recalled the origami human head that had been pursuing them from behind when the demon blocked them earlier.

That thing, Wang Wu remembered Li Yuan had said, was no longer an ordinary evil ghost but a 'sinful spirit'.

He didn't press further, because something else was approaching now.

"Something is watching me."

Wang Wu cut off Yao Qing, who still wanted to say something, looked around, and his long blade heated again, causing the surrounding air to emit a sharp howl.

After speaking, Wang Wu's forehead cracked open, a demon eye emerged, scanning the surroundings.

Although he had undone his transformation upon arrival, that was only to make the opponent think he was also an anomaly, not because Wang Wu intended to hide his demonic cultivator identity.

Seeing the demon eye sprout from Wang Wu's forehead, Yao Qing was instantly shocked, because she had thought the crystal that the fake Wang Wu's broken forehead produced earlier was his own, but now it seemed…

"I am a demonic cultivator, don't be surprised."

Sensing the surrounding surprise, Wang Wu said.

"W‑why?"

"What 'why'?" Wang Wu looked at Yao Qing, whose expression had changed because of his words, feeling a bit puzzled.

"Why choose the demonic path?"

"Huh?" Yao Qing's remark made Wang Wu pause, "I was born to be a demonic cultivator, why can't I be one?"

"And you saw that even though I'm only an early‑stage True Realm practitioner, I can still match you in speed."

"..."

Yao Qing fell silent.

Because Wang Wu's words were indeed sound: his close‑combat power was not inferior to True Realm fighters, and he also possessed a variety of ranged techniques equal to those of True Realm cultivators.

Even though sword cultivators specialize in close combat like True Realm warriors and are not weaker in melee, they also have to give up many things.

For example, they cannot fly.

While the two were saying those few sentences, Wang Wu also felt that thing's gaze becoming increasingly piercing. Just as before when he was about to be attacked by the cultivator Xiao Deng, he felt a lingering ache at his temples.

Without a word, he suddenly seized Yao Qing beside him and pulled her away from the spot.

In the instant Wang Wu slipped away, an invisible ripple appeared where they stood, and a slender human silhouette emerged from the void.

Its form began to constantly shift, emitting a series of extremely strange sounds.

"Senior sister, senior sister… why are you with this man, why are you so close to him… senior sister…"

"My heart aches, senior sister, I am so…"

Listening to the humanoid's shouted words and its constantly changing shape, Wang Wu felt nothing except a hint of awkwardness.

On the contrary, Yao Qing beside him was completely calm at this moment—not forced calm, but truly serene.

However, hearing that thing's voice, Wang Wu grew a bit curious. Yao Qing's junior brother had never been here, yet how could this creature know the relationship between her junior brother and her?

Moreover, that voice was clearly nothing like Yao Qing's junior brother's voice.

"This wretched thing is a Shadow Person; it uses images and sounds from a person's heart to deceive others," Yao Qing said, looking at the slender silhouette before her after being pulled aside by Wang Wu.

"It can read your mind?" Wang Wu asked.

"Partly," Yao Qing nodded, "but only regarding what happened today; today's events truly shook my Dao heart, allowing it to slip in through the opening."

"I see…" Wang Wu understood, glancing again at the slender silhouette over there; he also noted that although this thing couldn't kill, it seemed unable to pose any real threat to him.

"So how does it harm people?" he then asked Yao Qing.

"Temptation, invasion, and replacement," Yao Qing replied.

"Then it's easy to deal with," Wang Wu nodded, stuck his finger into his mouth, bit it off, and then grabbed Yao Qing's empty hand.

"Open your hand."

Yao Qing naturally noticed Wang Wu's action; though she didn't understand his intention, she cooperated and spread her palm.

After writing the character 'Mie' (Extinguish) in blood on the other's palm, Wang Wu nodded with satisfaction.

"Now that thing can't get to you," he said with a smile.

"This is…" Looking at the unknown script in her hand, Yao Qing could feel the power hidden within the characters.

Unlike his previous slash, this power radiated a vast, grand aura, even a hint of compassion.

"Vajra Demon-Subduing Formation—you just need to know this thing won't harm you and can protect you at this moment."

Having said that, Wang Wu lifted his long sword and slashed at the slender figure before him.

"No wonder…"

Watching Wang Wu's back as he charged at the Shadow Person, Yao Qing felt a flood of emotions.

"Truly a demonic cultivator, huh?"

She murmured softly, then drew her sword to follow.

"Ha ha! Slash!!"

A slash came down; the Heavenly Demon Heat Wave Slash cut through as easily as slicing butter. Yet, like the previous two attempts, it could not inflict any decisive damage on the creature.

It's not that it caused zero damage, but at this rate, it seems we still can't eliminate it.

Wang Wu didn't want to take this woman to his Miao Miao House; that place is only… well, ordinary people definitely can't go there.

"This is already a Void-level anomaly, Daoist friend; persisting like this will likely be futile," Yao Qing said, having sheathed her long sword, addressing Wang Wu.

A few minutes later, after repeatedly slashing that Shadow Person, Wang Wu, irritated, kicked the soil beneath his feet, drove his long sword into the ground, and stared at the distant figure—no longer approaching, its outline vague yet its mocking intent unmistakable.

"Hehe, ha ha, hehehehe…"

Moreover, it even mocked Wang Wu and Yao Qing.

"Does this damn thing have intelligence?" In an instant, Wang Wu felt a flush of heat; that's something he can't stand.

"Anomalies of this level have mostly developed intelligence. The only thing we can do is probably find a way out," Yao Qing said.

"Ha ha, senior sister, senior sister… you all, you can't get out, can't get out… senior sister…"

That thing evidently could also hear Wang Wu and the others' conversation, standing quietly in the distance, its vague form constantly shifting, emitting an extremely eerie sound.

But to different listeners, the sound varied. To Wang Wu it sounded strange, whereas to Yao Qing it was a perfect replica of her junior brother's voice.

"Is there no way to kill it?" Wang Wu, gripping his sword, asked Yao Qing.

Yao Qing lifted her head, gazing up at the violet night sky, admiring the brilliant stars.

The night sky should be blood‑red, like the eyes of those demonic specters.

"Even my master probably can't achieve that. For the two of us now, we can only try to find an exit, or wait for my master to come here for rescue."

"Fine, I give up," Wang Wu interrupted Yao Qing, pulling out the Childlike Camping Set 1952 his master had given him.

The camping set contains two capsules: one holds the spherical fortress, and the other houses the all‑terrain motorcycle that Wang Wu has never used before.

At this moment, the spherical fortress had already arrived beyond the forest; Zi Yuan and the others said Yao Qing's master had also arrived here, now looking down with a solemn expression, perhaps having spotted them.

Before Yao Qing could voice her confusion and ask, Wang Wu had already retrieved a capsule from hyperspace, pressed its top button, and tossed it out.

Wang Wu now understood why his phone could be summoned at will even without spatial equipment—apparently his phone, for some reason, also possesses hyperspace capability.

The capsule case and his phone are stored within a hyperspace.

"Bang—"

A soft clatter, white smoke billowed. When the smoke cleared, a bizarrely shaped artifact appeared before Yao Qing.

"Come up."

Wang Wu skillfully mounted the motorcycle and patted the seat behind.

"Please wear a helmet, please wear a helmet, please wear a helmet..."

Hearing this all‑too‑familiar mortal voice, Wang Wu sighed, grabbed the helmet hanging on the motorcycle's side to put on himself, and took another to toss to her.

"Put it on."

He said.

Looking at the motorcycle before him, Yao Qing hadn't even frozen for a moment when Wang Wu's impatient voice already rang out:

"What are you still standing there for? Put it on!"

After Wang Wu urged him, although she still didn't know what Wang Wu intended, Yao Qing cooperatively put on the helmet and, mimicking Wang Wu's movements, sat on the back of the motorcycle.

She fished the motorcycle key out of her pocket—motorcycle keys are always taken from the pocket, which makes sense. She inserted the key into the slot and, with practiced skill, twisted it.

Nothing happened.

She twisted it again, and still nothing happened.

She twisted it once more.

"Um, Wu Lang, let Xiao Shui tell you, after turning the key you need to twist the handle."

At that moment, Shu Niang's voice sounded in Wang Wu's ear, making him instantly a bit embarrassed. But it didn't matter; such things were unimportant.

He twisted the motorcycle's handlebars, glanced at the dashboard, hesitated for a moment, and despite a pang of resentment, Wang Wu chose the guidance mode.

"Fellow cultivator, what are you..."

Yao Qing's voice sounded behind him, but Wang Wu gave no reply; he merely pressed the full‑automatic navigation in guidance mode with trembling fingers and set the destination.

"Hold on tight."

He called out toward his rear, and Wang Wu pretended to twist the motorcycle's handlebars.

The exhaust pipes on both sides roared loudly, and immediately the motorcycle swiveled its front and charged toward the direction where the slender silhouette stood.

It was a wheeled all‑terrain motorcycle, its shape resembling the model ridden by a blue‑haired girl in the Dragon Ball manga that Wang Wu had seen as a child.

Of course, it wasn't exactly the same, because in the world of the assassins, Saiyans don't exist, and the assassins are pure Earthlings.

Three seconds after starting, it accelerated to 720 km/h, and the massive inertia made Yao Qing instantly lean backward.

Fortunately, before being thrown off, she recalled Wang Wu's words and grabbed his clothing in one swift motion.

In fact she wouldn't have fallen at all, because this device is designed for children and couldn't have ignored that.

【Navigating, navigating, navigating】

One hand clutched Wang Wu's clothing, the other hand grasped the backrest behind her; hearing the voice at her ear, Yao Qing asked:

"What does this mean?"

"You don't need to worry," Wang Wu replied, "just hold on tight; we're about to speed up."

As his words fell, the motorcycle they rode had already pressed against the front of the slender silhouette.

At that moment, the motorcycle's speed had already exceeded 2,000 km/h.

"Boom! Boom boom!!!"

Wang Wu yanked the throttle fiercely, producing a massive roar that was only sound effect without any real effect.

Because it was guidance mode, everything was fool‑proof, and any action he took was merely to give himself a sense of control.

At the moment of close contact with the motorcycle, the slender silhouette instantly swelled countless times, turning into an immensely massive giant.

And now, after its vague shape was magnified, Yao Qing finally saw its true form:

It wasn't a "blurred silhouette" at all, but a multitude of twisted, bizarre faces full of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

"Dao...!!"

The motorcycle crashed into the body of the slender silhouette, and also into a darkness.

"We're out."

But at that moment, even though his vision was still shrouded in darkness, Wang Wu's voice rang out.

Although the view remained dark, it was no longer the same void as before.

The motorcycle stopped beside a huge lake; looking at the mist hovering over the lake's surface, Wang Wu removed his helmet and stepped off the bike.

"Qing'er!"

Yao Qing had just taken off her helmet and was handing it to him when Master Li Shangxuan's voice sounded above her head.

Immediately, a clear, bright figure descended from the sky, its expression solemn as it looked at the two.

"Come down," Wang Wu gestured to Yao Qing; she saw his gesture and promptly left the motorcycle.

The motorcycle reverted to a capsule, which Wang Wu stored in a hyper‑space storage box.

He didn't need to take the storage box out to retrieve the capsule; only very old products required that.

"Thank you, thank you, fellow cultivator!!!"

Looking at his disciple, Li Shangxuan naturally understood what had happened. After confirming that neither his disciple nor Wang Wu were in any trouble, he turned to Wang Wu and, with great solemnity, performed a deep bow toward him.

"If you want to thank me, give me money; if you have none, then never mind," Wang Wu said first when faced with Li Shangxuan's gratitude.

"This..." Li Shangxuan had a lot to say, but Wang Wu's remark left him speechless.

After a brief pause, he nodded, then, somewhat embarrassed, took out the little silver he had left on him.

As an elder of the Green Duckweed Sect, Li Shangxuan no longer needed worldly silver, for at his level many resources could no longer be bought with money.

Bartering, a favor, or a promise—at their level, the manner of transaction had become "primitive" instead.

This is the oldest currency, also the most precious, and never fears depreciation.

He had hardly any money left; he had just given Wang Wu five hundred taels today, and now another five hundred taels remained. Without hesitation, he handed all of it to Wang Wu.

"Ha ha, not bad. Very good," Wang Wu, smiling broadly as he took the money, nodded appreciatively at the middle‑aged Li Shangxuan: "You're a truly good person, really great."

"Then that's that; we part here, and if fate allows we'll meet again later. I still have to return and report back to others,"

Having taken the money, Wang Wu prepared to turn and leave, but Li Shangxuan called out to him:

"Wang fellow cultivator, why not spend a night resting on my Green Duckweed Island, and tomorrow I will escort you back to He Dong County? After all, winter is deep now, and traveling alone is far too dangerous."

"Tomorrow I'll send you back with a flying sword; it'll be faster as well."

"Huh?" Wang Wu was taken aback by the remark, about to refuse, but Zi Yuan and the others offered a different opinion:

"Wu Lang, agree to him. This indeed is much faster and saves time."

"But you…"

"We can park the spherical fortress inside your hair, Wu Lang?"

"Huh?" Hearing the girls' idea, Wang Wu was startled, then hesitated: "That probably can't…"

"We're already parked inside your hair, Wu Lang."

After listening to Zi Yuan and the others, Wang Wu fell silent.

It seemed the several female demons' use of the spherical fortress had already surpassed him.

That made Wang Wu feel a bit uncomfortable.

Clearly he's the one who grew up in the technological world, clearly he's the one who has read a ton of sci‑fi comics since childhood, especially that one by Blue Fatty.

But why, why did they think of this first?

Clearly it was him first… *cough cough*.

In short, after confirming that the spherical fortress can not only submerge but also attach to anything, including a human body, Wang Wu agreed to Li Shangxuan's request.

"Then I'll trouble you, senior," Wang Wu bowed his hands toward Li Shangxuan.

At once, seeing that Wang Wu didn't refuse, Li Shangxuan's face also blossomed with joy.

Soon it was the next day, around eight in the morning, when the door of Wang Wu's guest room of the Green Duckweed Sect was knocked. Still sleepy, he rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, and asked outside:

"Who is it?"

"Brother Wang, it's me," Yao Qing's voice sounded from outside, "If the master asks whether you're ready, we can set out."

"This early??" Wang Wu glanced at the time; it was only seven in the morning.

Yao Qing outside clearly hadn't expected Wang Wu to say that, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, if the brother plans to rest a bit longer, I'll go talk to the master…"

"No need." Wang Wu rolled out of bed, "I'll be right there."

A dozen minutes later, a beam of light flashed across the sky above Green Duckweed Island, vanishing like a meteor falling from the far heavens.

Seated on a massive flying sword, they sped toward the direction of He Dong Xian at a speed of ten thousand kilometers per hour.

Yao Qing and the master of Xiao Deng and Li Tianxuan, Li Shangxuan, are Cave Void Great Cultivators of the Green Duckweed Sect, a realm one level higher than Breaking Delusion above the True Realm.

"Brother Wang, you really are a gourmand," Li Shangxuan, sitting cross‑legged on the flying sword, glanced at Wang Wu who was eating and drinking heartily, and said with a smile.

"This is breakfast, do you all skip breakfast?"

Wang Wu took a bite of the hot meat bun he had bought earlier in Tian Bin County, and said to the master and disciple.

"I do eat, but I don't really chase flavor."

"I see your disciple quite likes pastries," Wang Wu said, biting the bun and looking toward the city below.

Even though the speed had reached nine Mach, sitting on the fully open‑top flying sword, Wang Wu's hair didn't even quiver once.

"Ha ha…" Li Shangxuan turned his head to look at his disciple, saw the other turn away, and couldn't help laughing, "That little girl is only twenty‑four, of course she isn't like this old man."

"What about that boy?" Wang Wu asked.

When mentioning his other disciple, Li Shangxuan's smile froze, then he sighed lightly and replied:

"That rogue Tianxuan just turned sixteen this year."

The two of them chatted aimlessly like that, and Wang Wu felt this old man was indeed quite nice, with no airs and very fair.

As for how fair, logically, even if Xiao Deng was at fault first, as his master he would at least protect him a bit, and would certainly block Wang Wu's killing move.

And this protection of one's own, no matter who does it, even Wang Wu would consider it reasonable. Whether it's truly justified is another matter, but at least it aligns with common sense.

But this person clearly didn't think that way; when he arrived, it happened that Xiao Deng's attack on Wang Wu was dodged.

Wang Wu's counterattack, given Li Shangxuan's speed, would certainly not be a problem to block the opponent.

But he didn't; he just watched from the sky as Wang Wu held Xiao Deng's neck, then prepared to kill Xiao Deng.

It wasn't just him; Yao Qing and his own master were similar.

But she probably liked Xiao Deng a bit more, even might have broken principle to plead with Wang Wu. Yet in the end she gave up.

Running at nine Mach, covering 690 km takes less than ten minutes.

In no time, Li Shangxuan carried Wang Wu to the sky above He Dong Xian. The flying sword beneath them began to shrink, and the group started to descend slowly.

But when they were still three hundred meters from the ground, a familiar figure appeared before Wang Wu:

"Hey, Brother Wang," Si Tu Jin, whom he hadn't seen for two or three days, wore her Colonel armor, smiling brightly at Wang Wu:

"I didn't know Brother Wang had any connection with the Lord of the Sword Palace of the Green Duckweed Sect," she said, glancing at Li Shangxuan behind Wang Wu.

Then she looked at Wang Wu again: "Shall you reconsider the matter I mentioned to you before?"

"With Elder Li of the Green Duckweed Sect, I think Brother Wang can indeed consider it."

"After all, as a demon cultivator, the things in Tongtian City are greatly beneficial to you."

(End of chapter)