Chapter 237

Within the chat group

Su Lin: "The general situation is like this. To make the other side hesitate and buy us time, I plan to stage a live human drama to intimidate them."

Su Lin's idea was simple: he wanted the other side to believe this world wasn't ordinary at all, but one of such exalted status that entering it would bring great trouble.

Although most in the group lacked the cultivation to impress the other side, the key lay in the word "many"—many people, many species, many systems, many divine artifacts.

Su Lin: "Issue a group task. If you have time, come over and act as extras. The more, the better."

Su Lin: "Roles needed: extras, screenwriters, directors, lighting technicians, special effects artists, stunt performers."

Based on performance ratings, the top five can choose one prize from the following: three leaves of Wu Dao tea, a divine source, three chunks of Chaotic Qi Crystal, one unit of Sand of Time, one Class-0 Sealed Item, a private seat in the Water Mirror Peak's personal scripture library, a resurrection coin (issued by the God of Light) usable only if one hasn't suffered soul dispersal, and a manual for beginner to grave-level Dimensional Magic—including but not limited to these items.

Fixed compensation: two jin of Sand of Time or equivalent spirit fruit or spirit herb.

P: Final interpretation rights for this event belong to the organizer.

Su Lin: "If you have time, come over. Let's discuss the script."

Though not a massive loss, the actual value was quite high; to save the world, Su Lin decided to mobilize the masses.

Ye Fan frowned: "Where the hell did you get Wu Dao tea leaves?"

Su Lin replied: "Guess."

Ye Fan: "Too lazy to guess! Save the Wu Dao tea for me—I'm taking Best Actor!"

Ye Fan added, suddenly eyeing the small piece of Immortal Source in Su Lin's hand: "Why not carve a tiny golden statue and award it to the Best Overall?"

Su Lin: "Fine, as long as someone can outshine all the extras."

Ye Fan: "That'll definitely be me!"

Far away in the Holy City's Ye Zhetian Trading Company, Ye Fan put down his crossed leg and immediately ordered Ru Hua to escort all guests out.

He shouted toward the inner chamber:

"Weigong Shilang! Ma Xianhong! We're closing today—let's go fleece the dog-rich guy!"

"Hei Huang! Go call Pang Bo! I promised to take him to see other worlds."

Weigong Shilang had only taken one day off but returned voluntarily; Ye Fan didn't understand why he looked even more haggard than when he left—dark circles and bloodshot eyes shouldn't appear on a cultivator.

As for Pang Bo, Ye Fan had wanted to contact him for a long time; he'd been absent for a long stretch in the Demon Clan's territory until recently, when Ye Fan finally found him.

Aside from Duan De being completely out of touch, the founding team of Ye Zhetian Trading Company was reunited again—perfect.

Su Lin chuckled at Ye Fan's confidence—he never said judges couldn't compete, and what golden statue? Just left hand to right hand.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "I passed out from overtraining, woke up, and you've all been chatting this long?"

For those rewards, even though he hadn't thought of an excuse to go offline yet, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan didn't care anymore.

Miss Kelaien teased: "Isn't this the group's first love god? Did you resolve your domestic issues with Miss Cai Lin?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "How dare you slander my reputation?!"

Lu Mingfei: "I saw you go offline in the tower myself."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Going offline means having a baby?! Vulgar!"

Su Lin sighed: "@Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, you're truly a talent."

Song Shuhang immediately reminded: "Uh, Senior Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, no one mentioned having a baby."

Thud!

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan slammed his head straight into the wooden table; beside him, Yao Lao shook his head at the sight.

His disciple's mental state had been odd lately—he should brew some calming medicine. Maybe add ingredients from other worlds: goji berries, antler velvet, ginseng, Yang Spirit Grass.

Zhang Chu'an: "When will I ever climb the ladder of manhood? Ughhh… If I go to another world and ask the author to give me three palaces and six courtyards, can I change reality?"

Su Lin: "Stop dreaming. Our Four Celibate Kings can't play mahjong without you."

Zhang Chu'an: "Who wants this weird 'Four Celibate Kings' title?! I want to lose my virginity!"

Yi Leina: "Please, next new member, send a girl. I'm the only girl here—I'm under so much pressure."

In the inn, Zhang Chu'an, upon reading this, awkwardly summoned a teleportation gate and stepped inside, laughing bitterly: "I'd almost forgotten Yi Leina was a woman… uh."

As he stepped out of the gate, a witch in a pointed hat smiled warmly at him.

"Because Miss Yi Leina's beauty transcends gender!" Zhang Chu'an snapped to attention and shouted.

Soon after, Ye Fan arrived at Water Mirror Peak with his group. Besides Weigong Shilang and Ma Xianhong—the two he knew—he brought along a tall, burly man who stared around with wide-eyed curiosity, brimming with excitement and anticipation.

Since Song Shuhang's teleportation gate opened beside Ye Fan, when Song Shuhang, Bai White Zunzhe, and King Dou Dou stepped out, Hei Huang clearly froze—he hadn't expected another dog demon here.

Hei Huang: "Wang?!"

King Dou Dou: "Wang!"

Hei Huang: "Wang!!"

King Dou Dou: "Wang Wang!"

Song Shuhang's eyes widened in shock: "Is dog language universal across all worlds?!"

Ye Fan told Hei Huang: "Dead dog, don't corrupt him."

Hei Huang glanced sideways at Ye Fan, his dog face twisting into a sneer. He bared his teeth: "From now on, he's my little brother!"

King Dou Dou cheered: "Wang! Hei Huang Big Brother is my idol!"

This Pekingese had immediately paid homage—clearly hitting Hei Huang right in the heart.

Song Shuhang's face turned green. Dammit—King Dou Dou was already a headache for Huang Shan Zhenjun; after being influenced by Hei Huang, what chaos would he cause when he returned?

Oh no, oh no—the brat's going to evolve into a delinquent.

Su Lin was curious what they'd communicated in just a few barks—how fast they'd bonded. At that moment, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan stepped out of the teleportation gate, and everyone in the group turned their gaze toward him.

Stare

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan maintained his indifferent posture, expression calm.

Stare—

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan adjusted his cloak and gazed at the clouds on the horizon.

Drip—

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan took several pills from his storage ring and walked up to the group. "Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill—the White Zunzhe crafted these as a gift for all of you. Here are also some Soul-Returning Purple Pills, personally refined by me for your families. Don't be polite."

The Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill allows the user to break through death and rebuild after severe injury, rapidly restoring wounds and transforming their body to enhance innate talent. It may be taken early, but can only be used once in a lifetime.

The Soul-Returning Purple Pill has a certain effect in restoring primordial damage.

"Hey, old Xiao, you came over and brought all this stuff?" Su Lin grabbed a box and shoved it into his pocket. "So courteous, so courteous."

"Back when you were live-streaming, you suddenly went offline—must've been knocked out by the Fallen Heart Flame. That's not right, brother. You need to stay humble and grounded." Ye Fan picked up a box and placed it into his Wheel Sea.

"Thank you." Han Li patted Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan on the shoulder and whispered as he passed by, "I've been there too."

"Thank you. Bring back some weapons later." Weigong Shilang stepped forward and said, "I've recently had some emotional issues—I'd like to ask you for advice."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan nodded and replied, "Leave it to me."

Everyone busied themselves with their own affairs.

Su Lin watched as people kept arriving from other worlds. After greeting Luffy, he began preparing to discuss matters with the group. As for that demonic cultivator, Tony had been keeping watch—no need to worry about him harming anyone in the city.

【Purple Gold Dragon requests entry into your world.】

"Oh?"

This was unexpected. Su Lin had assumed the rogue dragon would never show up for their duel—but apparently, the items he'd displayed held real allure.

Approved.

"Aooooo!!!"

A portal flared open. With a dragon's roar, a ten-zhang-long purple-gold dragon rose upright, its tail touching the ground, swaying as it stepped slowly through the gate.

"The sun rises in the east—none can surpass me. Purple Gold Heavenly Dragon, boundless divine power, vast transcendent arts, awe-inspiring under heaven."

The Purple Gold Dragon clasped its claws before its torso, strands of gray lightning coiling around its body.

The lofty poetic incantation clashed absurdly with the rogue dragon's theatrical entrance. No one felt cool or awesome—only an indescribable urge to mock welled up inside them.

"Long long!" Xiao Nannan first looked afraid, then peeked curiously from behind Ye Fan's back.

Ye Fan pulled Xiao Nannan into his arms and covered her eyes. "Don't look at that dragon—it'll stunt your growth."

Ye Fan had long held a formula in his mind: one rogue dragon = (Black Emperor + Duan De) × 13.

"Even Su Lin has a better entrance," Lu Mingfei muttered.

Kleen nodded. "True."

"What's with the 'even'?" Su Lin glared at Lu Mingfei, grinning. That was an entrance standing on the shoulders of giants!

Copy? What copy? Borrowing isn't copying—it's inspiration.

"Ahem." The Purple Gold Dragon cleared his throat, glanced at everyone, then stepped before Su Lin. "Uh, you're Su Lin, right? We had a little misunderstanding before, but now I've arrived at your moment of greatest need. Let's put the past behind us."

"Fine," Su Lin said coolly. "At least adds another species."

No sooner had Su Lin spoken than the Purple Gold Dragon's face lit up—he hadn't expected the man to be so easygoing.

"Zhong Li." Su Lin called.

Zhong Li produced a pre-prepared contract, letting it float before the Purple Gold Dragon. "Mr. Zi Feng, please sign this."

The Purple Gold Dragon frowned. "Who's Zi Feng?"

He took the silk contract and read its contents.

【I. Do not take any group member's property without permission.】

【II. Do not seize group member's world opportunities without permission.】

【III. Do not seize Chen Nan's opportunities, do not oppose Chen Nan, do not】

【XXX. Do not deceive, swindle, or trick group members or their families.】

"Fine for others, but Chen Nan is my good brother!" The Purple Gold Dragon stroked his beard, displeased. "You don't trust me?"

He then put on a look of heartbroken despair, sighing deeply several times.

The scene fell utterly silent.

"I don't care what version of me you saw in your stories—those are just fictional tales. They don't truly represent me. Your understanding of me is partial, simplistic, full of arrogance and prejudice." The Purple Gold Dragon wiped his eye, as if tears welled up.

Still silence.

"Alas, morals decline, hearts grow corrupt." The Purple Gold Dragon, as if resigned, bit his own claw. "Is trust between humans and dragons all fed to dogs?"

King Dou Dou: "Wang? Don't look down on dogs!"

Black Emperor: "Wang! Mudfish, what did you say?!"

The Purple Gold Dragon waved his claw, signaling he didn't want to argue. As he suspected, Chen Nan was indeed the protagonist of their world—he'd come seeking information about it.

【The dragon's underpants have been stripped clean. Sigh. What a loss. Nothing's allowed here, nothing's allowed there—more rules than those bald monks.】

【No good. Dragon Grandpa must study the plot of my own world—see if there's still any profit to be had.】

Ye Fan took the contract, studied it, stroked his chin, and mused, "We should prepare a few more copies. Revise the terms—Black Dog and Duan De will probably need them too. Aaah!!!"

This time even Xiao Nannan couldn't help. Black Emperor bit Ye Fan's leg and let go before Xiao Nannan could speak.

"Dogs can't do that!" Xiao Nannan cried urgently. "Don't bite Brother!"

Ye Fan sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

King Dou Dou watched with admiration. No wonder he was a famed dog in the canine world—he dared bite the Heaven Emperor himself.

Under the Purple Gold Dragon's expectant gaze, Su Lin uploaded a book titled "The Divine Tomb."

"What a lousy name—so unlucky." The Purple Gold Dragon dropped the act, grumbling again. "Dragon Grandpa's got a Divine Grave too!"

But as soon as he opened it, he fell silent—the first line read: "The gods are dead, the demons are gone—why am I still alive?"

Then he saw Chen Nan crawling out of the tomb.

"Dragon Grandpa's got a lungful of shit! This kid survived from before the collapse of the Immortal and Divine Realm?!!"

The Purple Gold Divine Dragon watched closely nearby, but the others had no interest.

Because they could travel to the modern world or were already from it, everyone present except Luffy had mastered the search function; the people in the group had long since learned about the story of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon's world.

"Alright, now let's discuss how to stage a wild, cool, flashy, over-the-top dungeon for the immortals across the way to watch." Su Lin pulled out a long table from the historical projection; he'd originally planned to summon a few ice chairs but suddenly remembered how his butt froze during the Summit War.

He used the Five Elements technique to raise stone chairs from the ground; Su Lin sat in the main seat, with "elites" from various worlds flanking him on either side.

In terms of scale, Su Lin felt he had already won.

Weigong Shilang spoke first: "Do any of us here specialize in writing? Mr. Zhongli?"

Zhongli shook his head: "I only know a little, nothing profound."

Su Lin replied: "From the current situation, clearly none of us do—so let everyone contribute a bit, I contribute a bit, and we'll just stitch it together, no, write it out."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan asked: "I have a question: the other side observes this world through that divine ability, and they're a group of experts—won't they see through our act?"

Su Lin snapped his fingers and said:

"Good question, but no need to worry— that heretic cultivator is the signal source; even with that divine ability, the content he transmits won't reach the quality the immortals achieve with their own divine abilities."

"I can handle special effects support—the quality won't be an issue, but in terms of quantity, the Heavenly Will my Light God avatar can withstand has its limits."

"What I need now is to create infinite terror within limited special effects."

Everyone was thinking, when Bai White Zunzhe spoke to Song Shuhang: "Shuhang, do you remember the plot of the movie we filmed in the future?"

Song Shuhang blinked, then replied: "I remember—Yu Jiao Sect dragged the Milk Knight over to write the movie script."

As he said this, Song Shuhang's eyes lit up: "That's right! We can do that too!"

The other side's true identity is his roommate, Gao Moumou.

"Bind that author here?" Su Lin clapped his hands. "Let's try."

Song Shuhang nodded, then hesitated slightly: "He's my good roommate, my good brother—I still respect his personal wishes. I'll invite him over to try."

"I'll raise the payment," Su Lin said.

"Haha, Senior Su, it's not about money," Song Shuhang began.

Su Lin added: "A leaf of Wu Dao tea."

"Done!" Song Shuhang slammed his hand on the table and stood up; then he noticed everyone staring at him with strange looks, and sheepishly scratched his head:

"I mean, I'll definitely get him here—our brotherhood is completely fine."

"Mm, that's exactly what I meant."

Write first, revise later

(End of Chapter)