Chapter 288

“Go screw your shrimp!”

Feng Xue heard the players’ shouts and immediately wanted to dodge, but running away at the mere mention of a technique name contradicted the persona he’d cultivated.

Yet even knowing it was merely mud sprayed and dyed with artificial coloring and flavoring, when something looks like sewage and smells like sewage, you still won’t want to touch it, no matter how much you insist it isn’t.

Rage surged from his heart, malice rose at his side; Feng Xue frowned, and vast magical energy surged forth. Though he could easily disperse the thing with just his fist wind, he felt he couldn’t let himself suffer this indignity alone!

“Come!” The massive dragon claw clenched as if grasping something, then pulled sharply—suddenly, a Daomei player in the back row was yanked upward as if pulled by an invisible force.

“Fuck, it’s a throw move! Stop it! Stop it!” The player stared in horror at the foul-smelling, mustard-yellow mud wave rushing toward him, flailing his arms wildly and screaming in despair.

“I can’t stop it!” Gao Chao and his Si Bi team were equally helpless—since no one wanted to actually touch the stuff, none of them had studied how to control the spell after casting it, so they’d set it to a free-release surge mode. Until the yellow mud wave exhausted its energy, no one could halt it.

Seeing the mud closing in, the player resigned himself and shouted at Gao Chao as he flew past: “Sorry about this!”

Before Gao Chao could even process why the guy was apologizing backward, the Daomei player was already beside him—and then—

Grabbed!

“Fuck, let go!” Gao Chao was yanked into the air as the player, as if summoning all his strength, clung to him like an octopus.

The downside of full-immersion virtual games: even without skills, if there’s collision volume, grappling is unavoidable.

Seeing one turn into two, Feng Xue chuckled, gestured with a hand—and remotely turned the two players into the weights of a meteor hammer, whirling them repeatedly through the overwhelming yellow mud, utterly dismantling the combined force of the five-player mud wave.

“Aaaahhh! I’m covered in it~!”

The sight of the two players instantly stunned the Houpai crowd; for a moment, they even forgot they were still in a dungeon.

“This magic’s gotta be stopped!”

Feng Xue disdainfully severed the magical thread connection, watching the two players roll in the sludge. His eyes ached, but to prevent anyone else from using this disgusting trick on him again, he decided to give these players a lesson they’d never forget.

So…

“Fuck, no!”

“Puke!”

“Shit!”

At this moment, the only ones relieved were the two players who’d charged in at the start; as spiritual forms witnessing all this, they suddenly wondered if dying early wasn’t actually a good thing?

…

“Master, Miss Bigelei is looking for you.”

Having made the players understand the iron rule that “powerful spells often come with risks,” Feng Xue returned to his room in the Demon King’s Castle, where Xiao Lingdang immediately alerted him.

“Why’s she looking for me?” Feng Xue, eager to forget the earlier eye-searing spell, immediately shifted focus; Xiao Lingdang replied at once:

“She wants me to possess her to test other spells.”

“Then agree to her. From now on, if she comes to you, just say yes—as long as you keep the experimental records.”

Feng Xue nodded; he was still quite interested in Bigelei’s spells, and immediately granted authorization.

But Xiao Lingdang shook her virtual-projected head:

“Too late. She’s already left—probably heading to the Demon King’s Castle to find you.”

“Oh, fine then.” Feng Xue shrugged and went back to fiddling with Kidora.

This virtual deity was originally meant to be an Outer Path Nascent Soul, but even though he now had the Primordial Qi method, the preparatory work hadn’t changed.

Slowly increasing his fusion with Kidora through Wu Younu’s technique made it easier for him to absorb this devotional energy.

But…

“Hmm, why does it feel… off?”

Feng Xue frowned. At first glance, nothing seemed changed—but he trusted his instinct and began to analyze it carefully.

Then…

“Not an illusion—it really changed. Barely a trace… but where did it come from? This world shouldn’t have any devotional energy response at all. It can’t be from those players—devotional energy can’t cross worlds, or else the devotional energy from the last world would’ve come over too!”

Feng Xue frowned, puzzled—but Mo Ying suddenly spoke up:

“If you insist, you can’t say there’s zero devotional energy—otherwise, how could Kidora exist? It’s made entirely of devotional energy!”

“So what does that prove? We’re just carrying it… wait! Kidora itself is made of devotional energy—so is the devotional energy multiplying? Or is it actually producing devotional energy, just so little it took this long to accumulate even this tiny bit?”

Feng Xue slapped his forehead, feeling this whole thing was utterly bizarre.

But Mo Ying merely shook her head:

“I don’t know about this kind of thing—I’m just voicing my own thoughts.”

“Tch, this is what happens when you lack professional knowledge! Damn, if only there were an Old Li in this world too.” Feng Xue sighed, knowing it was impossible; he pulled a jade seal from his pocket, sealed the extra sliver of devotional energy inside Kidora, and planned a comparative experiment—while, at the same time, certain things were quietly unfolding…

…

“Puke!” The research fanatic ripped off his VR headset; though the sensation had faded, he still couldn’t help retching.

“Never teaming up with Gao Chao again—these people are toxic!”

The research fanatic wanted to immediately post a scathing critique of this irresponsible spell design—but after typing a few dozen words, he suddenly realized:

“Wait—if I post this, won’t everyone know I rolled around in that stuff? Puke! Don’t think about it, don’t think about it!”

The research fanatic shook his head violently, trying to erase the memory—but whether by coincidence or not, at the very moment he most desperately wanted to obliterate that memory, an unexpected phone call rang out.

Dizzy from shaking his head, the research fanatic picked up his phone, glanced at the number, froze, snapped awake, and answered quickly:

“Professor Wang, you called me?”

“Little Yang, you asked me to design that circuit before—how’s it working?”

(End of Chapter)