Chapter 59: Pioneered a Genre: The Boy Named Xiao Yan!

Even if they refuse to join, they can still build goodwill, as long as the person continues to live in Kunlun.

Absolutely cannot be poached by other cities!

“Hmm, fine.”

“No more words—let’s head back now.”

Qin Yue listened to Lin Rui’s words, nodded in agreement, his expression solemn yet his eyes gleaming with interest.

In this new era of infinite unknowns, what matters most?

Someone with the potential to become a powerhouse—no matter how turbulent the future becomes, merely by his existence, even doing nothing, he can instill the people with a sense of security.

The future keeps changing; no one knows what tomorrow will bring. But with such a powerhouse guarding them, everyone will have greater confidence in the future.

Zhong Lao is such a person, but Greater Xia needs more than just one Zhong Lao.

“Let’s go!”

Everyone immediately rose and began returning.

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan, who had already placed the bodies of the mutated Tibetan horse bear and mutated antelope into Doraemon’s fourth-dimensional pocket and returned to Hangcheng, was unaware that he had been mistaken for a resident near Mount Kunlun.

Lin Rui’s analysis was sound in every respect—the only problem was that he never considered that someone at this very moment had obtained the Rat Talisman, a celestial artifact, and used it to manifest the Emperor Armor, riding the Emperor Steed from Hangcheng to Mount Kunlun.

He then used the Rat Talisman to manifest Doraemon, utilizing Doraemon’s Anywhere Door to shuttle between Hangcheng and Kunlun, leaving the Hangcheng Tian Shu Bureau completely unaware that Ye Xuan had gone to Kunlun.

Ye Xuan never thought about these things, nor did he feel the need to care much.

Having rejected the Hangcheng Tian Shu Bureau’s invitation, he had no reason to accept Kunlun Tian Shu Bureau’s.

“This isn’t Earth—it’s Earth’s parallel world, Lanxing?”

“Am I just a work here?”

A boy-like figure listened to the person before him, his tone filled with disbelief.

“More precisely, a wildly popular work that pioneered a genre.”

Ye Xuan looked at the man before him: black-and-red fitted upper attire, dark brown leather wrist guards on both arms, lightweight metal shoulder armor;

black long pants with dark red leg bindings, lightweight metal knee guards at the joints; a massive, pitch-black heavy ruler slung across his back, wrapped with several coils of coarse cloth.

“Huh? Pioneered a genre?”

The boy’s previously confused eyes suddenly lit up—he was wide awake now; he leaned closer, his curiosity fully aroused, eagerly asking:

“What genre?”

“Betrothal Rejection.”

The scene plunged into dead silence.

Xiao Yan’s expression froze on his face; he rubbed his ears, doubting he’d misheard, and asked again:

“What genre did you say?”

“Betrothal Rejection.”

Ye Xuan repeated it without changing expression, even kindly explaining:

“Nalan Yanran comes to break off the engagement; you write the divorce letter, saying ‘Thirty years east of the river—’”

“Enough. Don’t say more.”

Xiao Yan raised his hand to cut him off, his face unreadable—whether exasperated or speechless.

Betrothal Rejection—what a fitting name. So that’s what it means.

So his public humiliation, his father’s shame, his entire clan’s mockery—was it all just for plot convenience?

“Actually, it might not have been the pioneer, since another novel also features a betrothal rejection—but your story stirred far greater waves on this front.”

Divine Tomb also has a betrothal rejection plot, but it’s not central, and no one labels it “Betrothal Rejection”; but Battle Through the Heavens is different—betrothal rejection and the Three-Year Pact completely defined its early tone.

“Moreover, it’s not just Betrothal Rejection—your story is also the culmination of another genre.”

“What genre?”

Ye Xuan’s words eased Xiao Yan slightly—only slightly—but he remained curious about his own story being the culmination of a genre.

So after Ye Xuan finished speaking, he instinctively asked.

“Waste Stream.”

Xiao Yan: “.”

He shouldn’t have asked.

“Forget it, let’s talk about something real—why did you use that thing to manifest me?”

Xiao Yan pointed at the Rat Talisman in Ye Xuan’s hand, asking with confusion.

Though the idea that he was a character in a story was unbelievable, after all, where you live is where you live, right?

Besides, he’d already experienced so many people and events in his own world—why dwell on it?

At least he could be certain that every word he spoke was his own, not controlled by anyone.

Moreover, would dwelling on this even matter?

Though hearing Ye Xuan’s “Betrothal Rejection” and “culmination of the Waste Stream” did make him want to talk to whoever wrote his story.

Yeah, he still wants to.

“Alchemy.”

Ye Xuan answered briefly, then led him toward the open ground outside the villa.

On the ground lay the corpses of a massive mammoth and a mutated Tibetan horse bear, surrounded by piles of herbs and a box glowing with a deep blue light—the Spirit Energy Tincture.

“This is... an elephant and a bear?”

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes.

The Qi Continent had no elephants; bears existed, but they were nothing like the bears from his past life.

Speaking of which—

“This bear feels different from my memory too—is it a different species?”

“Or is it because of the Spirit Energy revival you mentioned?”

Xiao Yan crouched down, placing his palm on the corpse of the mutated Tibetan horse bear, sending green Qi into it.

“There’s some energy fluctuation inside, but no Magic Core...”

“And is it my imagination, or does this thing feel weak?”

“Third-rank? No, at most second-rank beast level—and even then, one of the weaker ones.”

“This one’s similar, but stronger than that one.”

“But something feels off—why is the physique so vastly different from the energy?”

Xiao Yan couldn’t understand.

The mammoth’s physique felt as strong as a third-rank beast, yet its internal energy was weaker than that of the mutated Tibetan horse bear just now.

Did it die too long ago, exhausting its energy?

No—that can’t be; the corpse looks fresh, it must have died recently.

“Because that mammoth’s original form was a mutated antelope—it ate a Devil Fruit and transformed into a mammoth.”

“The enhanced physique? That’s the Devil Fruit’s effect.”

Ye Xuan explained.

“Devil Fruit? That name sounds familiar—is it from One Piece?”

“I’d almost forgotten all this.”

Having been on the Qi Continent too long, he’d nearly forgotten not just the anime and novels from his past life, but even his own identity as a transmigrator.

Sometimes he felt the Qi Continent was his true world, and his life on Earth was just a dream.

(End of Chapter)