Chapter 244

The God's Tomb World

The majestic Kunlun Mountains, with an average elevation of several thousand meters, feature extreme differences between peaks and valleys, creating bizarre landscapes where different climates coexist within the same region.

What's gotten into this eel lately?

Behind the shrubs and bamboo grove, a small dragon with golden, shimmering scales—possessing the body of an Eastern dragon yet sporting a pair of Western dragon wings—peeked out, muttering:

Has it gone stupid?

By the Great Light God's grace, this eel is utterly abnormal!

Chen Nan nodded in agreement; this rogue dragon had been acting like a soul crushed by a heavy blow—dazed and vacant these past few days.

Could this guy have had his heart broken? Chen Nan muttered under his breath.

Up at the campfire ahead, the Purple Gold Dragon lifted his gaze to the sky, jaw perpetually agape, looking dazed no matter what he did.

But whenever Chen Nan appeared before him, the dragon would fix him with a haunting, sorrowful stare.

This heartless, shameless dragon's behavior made both Chen Nan and Long Baobao's skin crawl.

This eel is pitiful—shouldn't we take him to see a doctor for his brain? Long Baobao licked his paw and said: Hmm, I can't even bear to look.

Chen Nan stepped out with Long Baobao; this couldn't go on. He wanted to confront the rogue dragon directly and ask what had happened.

But as soon as he stepped out, the Purple Gold Dragon turned his gaze toward him again.

Hey, eel, what's wrong with you? Chen Nan sat down on a rock, frowning: Just say it outright—this isn't like you at all.

The Purple Gold Dragon glanced at Chen Nan, then threw his head back and let out a mournful dragon cry: I've been cursed for eight lifetimes for meeting your family! Aowuu!!!

Aowuu!!!

From father to son to sister—your whole family has been screwing me over.

Big Eel! Stop howling at this hour! Long Baobao covered his head and shouted: If you keep this up, I'll get rough with you!

The Purple Gold Dragon slowly fell silent, but not long after, he began singing again:

Heaven laughs, the world's tides rise and fall—who wins, who loses, heaven knows. Jiang Shan laughs, mist and rain sway; waves wash away countless worldly affairs, aowuu

Heaven, you laugh—but I can't laugh at all. Sigh.

No worries—you won't be laughing soon either. Let's all just die! Aowuu~~~

The Purple Gold Dragon really just wanted to run away.

What exactly are you trying to say? Chen Nan asked, suddenly mentioning his Chen family—could this guy actually know his lineage? Eel, just spit it out!

Aowuu! You're the eel! Listen up—henceforth, address me as Great God Dragon! The Purple Gold Dragon stroked his beard with his claw: I'm considering whether to grant you a divine opportunity—show me some proper respect.

Chen Nan shook his head, gave the Purple Gold Dragon a look of pity, then stood and walked away.

It's time to find a good doctor for this rogue dragon. Sigh—how did such a fine dragon end up this stupid?

Then again, even if he's dumb, at least he's no longer a lecher. In a way, that's a good thing.

Before Su Lin's long table lay stacks of scripts—the result of Master Tunyun and Gao Moumou's five-day, five-night struggle.

Master Tunyun, startled, said: I'm not worthy of the title Master—your humble servant is here. What are your orders, Elder?

Su Lin closed the script and pointed to several printed words on the white cover: What is Three Lifetimes, Ten Realms of Peach Blossoms?

Master Tunyun closed his eyes as if savoring long-absent rest: Naturally, it's the romance element you requested.

Oh~ Su Lin looked suddenly enlightened. He picked up another script and asked: Then what about Cyber Mysterious?

You said to include mechanical and Cthulhu elements, Master Tunyun replied matter-of-factly, a proud smile on his lips: Don't you think cybernetic organs are trendy? And flesh can fuse perfectly with gears.

… Su Lin fell silent for several seconds, then asked: What about Fate Chef Night… gather the legendary Heavenly Dao cooking utensils…

Master Tunyun: Teamwork! Mutual benefit! And only one winner at the end! Perfectly fits competition.

Su Lin suddenly felt full. He pulled a script from the bottom: What about The Return of Hun Tian Di in the City…

Master Tunyun: That's Ye Zhetian elements!

Is that so? Su Lin felt he was about to crack: And this one—The Holy Grail Legend: Protecting Ireina?

Master Tunyun: Japanese anime, right? I've scoured every source I could find—it's perfectly fused.

Greedy Break the Heavens? Su Lin pulled out a poster and asked, barely holding back.

Virtual reality, Break the Heavens, online game! Master Tunyun opened his eyes, exhaustion radiating from them. He rummaged through more papers: And this one—Immortal Thief King, centered on the Six Immortal Thieves. The protagonist grew up in a small mountain village beneath Qingyun Gate…

Thud! Su Lin collapsed backward in his chair, hand pressing against his forehead, exhausted: Enough…

Tired. Destroy it all.

Were my demands too high? Maybe. Humans have limits. Next time, I'll hire an AI to write this.

Actually, all these are rejected drafts, Master Tunyun said. We just wrote them for fun.

So I'm just your amusement? Su Lin tossed the script aside: Where's the real script?

Here it is. A muscular man, radiating health, entered the room—it was Gao Moumou, who had eaten instant noodles for half a year.

Gao Moumou had prepared himself to enjoy life after six months of hardship, but instead, his body grew better day by day during this half-year seclusion.

At first he suspected Su Lin had slipped him some drug in his food and fruit, but Master Tunyun explained it was a newly developed scientific product, not yet on the market.

For some reason, he trusted Mr. Su Lin completely, and he believed Song Shuhang wouldn't harm him, so he stopped worrying.

Now his belly fat was gone, his energy improved daily—he never imagined writing could be exercise.

This is the masterpiece we poured our blood and sweat into. Even if you add any new elements now, it won't break immersion, Gao Moumou declared confidently—nothing could be more absurd than this script itself.

Really? Su Lin was surprised. He took the script and saw the printed title: Forbidden Zone: Seal Broken. Can I add farming, special forces, and Three Kingdoms Kill? I see you've got Seal Broken here—why not throw in Little Cherry?

Sorry, I was just joking—I've reached my limit, Gao Moumou surrendered immediately. In truth, writing this had already left his brain slightly mushy.

Su Lin took the real script and studied it for a long while.

Amid Master Tunyun and Gao Moumou's hopeful and anxious gazes, moments passed.

Su Lin put down the script and said: Approved.

The client approved it on the first try!?

"Amitabha!" Master Tunny's voice trembled with excitement.

One such incident in a lifetime is enough; next time, even if it were a Preemptive Immortal, he wouldn't take the job.

"How did you come up with this script?" Su Lin asked curiously. "It feels quite interesting."

He actually felt this situation was troublesome; he had already prepared to kindly extend the deadline for the other party, or exchange for a Consumable with a greater time differential, and if all else failed, grant permission for Eternal Moment— with him present, lifespan wouldn't be a concern.

Unexpectedly, the other party had already exited the Black-and-White Room ahead of schedule.

"Actually, we've been troubled for months," Gao Moumou chuckled.

"Not long ago, we fell into self-abandonment again. Modifying and strengthening characters wasn't too hard, but the key issue was making every system independent without using the same framework."

"The protagonist is an otherworldly demonic cultivator with weak cultivation. Figuring out how he could uncover this world's hidden truths while still weak was another problem. We wanted to go out for field research but couldn't reach you, so we had to seek inspiration in our dreams."

Su Lin frowned at this, skeptical: "You... actually slept?"

To improve efficiency and output, he remembered the blessings he'd bestowed could let ordinary people go years without sleep— all positive blessings, they didn't even need rest.

Could Master Tunny have used a spell?

"This monk exercises great restraint," Master Tunny smiled gently.

"The results prove this method works!" Gao Moumou smiled lightly. "I was dreaming about being with my girlfriend... cough, cough—I suddenly woke up, and inspiration exploded like a nuclear bomb. That's how this script was born. Though my neck hurts a bit—Master Tunny, did you hit too hard?"

Su Lin: "."

After seeing off Master Tunny and Gao Moumou, Su Lin sent a message to Song Shuhang.

Su Lin: "Has White Zunzhe mentioned anything about movies lately?"

Song Shuhang: "."

Song Shuhang: "Did they finish the script?"

Su Lin: "Yes."

Song Shuhang: "White Senior said this morning he's looking forward to this script and wants to start filming soon."

Su Lin: "Understood."

Su Lin's true body stepped out from the historical fissure wrapped in a blanket, muttering to himself:

"It works across worlds—this is true fortune spanning countless realms. Next time I draw a lottery, I might as well try using a White Zunzhe statue."

"But I can't say the items drawn are bad."

"I just can't use them."

In the end, Su Lin decided to first attend to the matter at hand.

Thus, across Jiang Nan, artificial Mystical Realms, remote villages, and even on the Moon, the 'Mr. Brightness' figures issued a task to the cultivators.

【The Time to Perform Has Arrived!】

Ten days had passed since arriving in this world. To a cultivator's life, ten days were fleeting—a mere blink. Yet for Qu Yanping, this was the first time he truly felt what it meant to be alive.

His future was no longer bound to the state of relying on blood offerings for cultivation; ahead lay a broad, smooth road. For some reason, his Heavenly Eye Divine Skill had an unusually high compatibility with him.

【The high-speed train is approaching its final station. The next stop is the terminal: Yueyang.】

Qu Yanping exited the ticket gate holding his ID. Without the aid of his Heavenly Eye Divine Skill, he might have foolishly believed the lie that "only about a hundred entering-world cultivators exist, and cultivators treat people kindly."

More than ten would have perished that day alongside the Azure Dragon! That final hidden figure, Zui Zui...

Qu Yanping suddenly stopped walking. Even in the scorching heat, his hands and feet turned icy cold—something was odd.

He couldn't recall this person's name at all?!

For a cultivator, this was utterly impossible! He suddenly looked up and saw the blinding sunlight reflected on the glass wall—Zui Ri. It must be Zui Ri.

Something's wrong. He must avoid this Zui Ri cultivator in the future.

After exiting the high-speed station, Qu Yanping found a taxi and said upon entering: "To Dongtinghu."

Qu Yanping firmly resolved in his heart to first cultivate and strengthen his power in this world. As for the Qing Sect pursuers, now that he had reached the Jin Dan Stage, he could unleash the 【Immortal Realm Secret Technique: Heavenly Eye Divine Skill】 far more powerfully—every move of the Qing Sect disciples was now under his gaze.

He never imagined breaking into the Jin Dan Stage would be so easy. After witnessing that battle over a treasure, he suddenly gained insight; his understanding of the Dao struck him like divine enlightenment, effortlessly granting him a flawless Jin Dan.

The Qing Sect pursuers had already interacted with the weak cultivators of this world, but had not revealed they came from another realm. Thus, they could be temporarily ignored.

As for the teleportation array, through the Heavenly Eye Divine Skill, he confirmed its energy had been exhausted; he needed only to wait patiently. Matters concerning other Qing Sect pursuers could also be set aside for now.

He had considered eliminating both the weak cultivators and the Qing Sect disciples, but when he probed their information, he learned their elders were participating in the struggle for a "Heavenly Dao Artifact." If he killed the juniors, only to face their seniors, it would be inviting trouble upon himself.

Yet it wasn't without gain. Besides learning what the "Heavenly Dao Artifact" was, he also learned another piece of information.

"A Heavenly Dao Artifact is a physical manifestation of one or multiple Great Dao principles. Some are relics left by ancient Heavenly Dao, others are the crystallized Dao fruits of mighty beings, and still others have unknown origins but conceal earth-shattering secrets."

"Near Dongtinghu, there is a cultivator gathering held annually at this time, lasting seven days. The gathering is a mix of good and evil cultivators—all may participate, but no one may cause trouble; otherwise, the local lord and the gathering's host, Lord Dongting, will intervene."

Although two days had already passed, it was still suitable to go now. He could use this opportunity to gather information about this world—whether for hiding or later joining a sect as a hidden member, it would prove useful.

Half an hour later.

"We're here. Thirty-five kuai," the driver said in a regional accent. "If you're going to Yueyang Tower, buy tickets there."

The driver assumed the passenger was a tourist and kindly offered advice.

"Thank you," Qu Yanping replied politely. "Here's fifty—keep the change."

After he got out, the driver muttered strangely: "What era is this? Still meeting young masters who don't want change? I wish there were more people like him."

(End of Chapter)