Chapter 118: This Is My Escape Route! (Tenth Chapter)

As Deng’s girl’s figure changed, Liu Yunxi’s voice immediately rang out:

“Watch out, she’s activated!”

Even without Liu Yunxi’s warning, his over-the-shoulder view had already captured the full process of the giant rat’s possession—he knew this day wouldn’t end without a fight, and his fingers swiftly pressed the jade seal.

The green and ink-colored seals were lifted by spring blades, while the red and white ones were pressed down; three fires and two metals began to converge, and the ominous aura dissipated.

“Strange little brat!”

Grandmaster Gray Nine eyed Feng Xue warily; though the boy’s cultivation was mediocre, that yin thunder was truly terrifying—even he, without a vessel, would suffer badly if struck by it.

Fortunately, though cruel and vicious, this thunder art sacrificed speed, giving him a few strategies to counter it.

Grandmaster Gray Nine’s thoughts flashed rapidly, while Feng Xue silently suppressed the magic power in his dantian.

The yang thunder born from heart-fire and lung-metal was utterly fierce and powerful, but its manifestation was far too loud—if used hastily, it would alert the enemy.

Click. Click. Click…

It sounded like the slow pulse of time—it was the station clock ticking off seconds.

That monotonous metallic sound paled beside the distant roars of the Nian Beast and xian cultivators fighting, yet now it felt unnervingly clear.

Tap!

Suddenly, before the sound of the second hand’s tick had fully faded, the girl controlled by Grandmaster Gray Nine moved—faster, stronger, fiercer—her overwhelming pressure slammed forward in an instant, so intense it made one want to shut their eyes.

But Feng Xue had rehearsed countless times with Liu Yunxi—no matter the attack, his eyes never blinked!

One zhang!

One chi!

One cun!

One li!

Now!

Brilliant blue lightning exploded—just millimeters from striking him—carrying a sharp stench of burning.

Terrifying lightning, accompanied by an overwhelmingly yang force, rippled the green aura encasing Feng Xue’s body.

Grandmaster Gray Nine, already possessing a yin spirit, let out a shriek—but he didn’t stop. As his form staggered, his toe stabbed into the blue stone floor, his waist twisted, and he delivered a powerful kick straight at Feng Xue’s waist.

This strike was so heavy and forceful that if it landed, even a lamppost would fold in half—but in that split second, Feng Xue extended his palm. Only if slowed down tenfold could a normal person’s eyes catch the motion.

As his palm met Deng’s girl’s shinbone, his feet exploded with power—thunder and clear wind merged. Massive current discharged at point-blank range; guided by a single yang thunder, the lightning forged from Feng Xue’s ten years of qi detonated fully. Even Feng Xue himself, clad in a method-gold lightning-resistant robe, felt his whole body numb, hair standing on end—let alone Deng’s girl and Grandmaster Gray Nine.

But Grandmaster Gray Nine’s resilience surpassed Feng Xue’s expectations—despite taking this direct electric strike, his kick lost no force; he shifted into a one-legged stance and kicked again, hurling Feng Xue high into the air.

Five ghostly fireballs shot from dark corners—these were the report-horse spirits that had possessed rats to spy on Feng Xue, now the only survivors after the lightning.

Li Maolin, seeing this, immediately prepared to secretly intervene and snatch him—but at that moment, Feng Xue, flung into the air, burst into an outrageous laugh—

“Hahahaha! You fell for it, Gray Rat! This is my escape route! In strategy, you’re still one step behind me!”

“Bad!” Hearing Feng Xue’s rapid-fire, almost glitch-like declaration (Note ①), Grandmaster Gray Nine suddenly realized—the sack of items on Feng Xue’s back felt suspiciously light when kicked!

No, not just light—even if he’d misjudged the force, one kick couldn’t launch a grown man over ten meters into the air!

But realization came too late. With the Divine Step Spell enhancing him, Feng Xue followed his pre-calculated trajectory and slammed straight into the train station. He had no time to conserve magic—he poured every ounce of power into the Divine Step Talisman.

Green wind wrapped his form. At that moment, Feng Xue faintly sensed certain parts of his body pulsing like major arteries—but now wasn’t the time to investigate; he noted their general location, then followed the route he’d already memorized and charged into the station!

The hundred-ton locomotive loomed ahead. He swiftly switched his lock-target phrase; as the lock ahead clicked shut, Feng Xue rammed into the engine’s front. With the thought—“I wonder if I’ll return to that world?”—he felt the world spin violently…

…

“This kid’s got brains after all! Trying to use the station’s terrain and his familiarity to counterattack?” Li Maolin squinted as he chased into the station—then froze in shock…

“Wait… where’s my disciple?”

“Cultivator of darkness! This was a trap all along!”

…

What happened next inside the station no longer concerned Feng Xue. He felt his body suddenly spin, then his vision exploded into blinding brightness.

He turned his head in shock—a deafening horn and screeching tires rushed toward him. He stared as an unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar semi-truck hurtled straight at him.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, strange noises erupted—desks, chairs, incense, rice, scattered jade fragments—all burst from the Qiankun Bag that Ninth Aunt had sold him at his waist. In that moment of stunned confusion, the truck completed its “meeting” with him.

As his body flew upward, he glimpsed faintly beneath the wheels—a pile of bicycle wreckage?

“Damn, I spent over twenty days on the other side, and here only seconds passed? Please don’t let me be stuck bouncing between worlds!”

With that thought, Feng Xue felt the familiar sensation of dimensional transit again—then, moments later, his body began to plummet.

Feng Xue, trained in rapid incantation, didn’t waste the brief free-fall—he completed a new declaration:

“You look like an inflatable crash pad!”

Thud!

In that instant, the White Snake Ring rapidly expanded. Feng Xue bounced on the soft air cushion, rising and falling several times until all kinetic energy was fully dissipated. Luckily, the magic from the Divine Step Spell still clung to his body during transit—otherwise, being hit by that hundred-ton truck’s deceleration would’ve been brutal.

He re-locked his lifespan, then casually scanned his surroundings, while a bizarre thought surfaced in his mind—

“I wonder how the driver will explain driving into a ‘Masked Rider’ who then exploded into a pile of junk props?”

(End of Chapter)