Chapter 33: Gathering

In Zhou Xingchi’s movie “Kung Fu Hustle,” there is a scene like this.

Fire Cloud Evil God urged Ah Xing to pack up Landlady and Landlord Bao.

Ah Xing, who had long felt pity, finally swung his stick at Fire Cloud Evil God’s head and shouted loudly:

“My head is so confused!”

Lu Mingfei: “My head is so confused!”

Lu Mingfei: “@Su Lin senior, what exactly is this Dragon King? My mind is a mess—what were Dragon 4 and Dragon 5?”

Su Lin, using his true form for the first time in a long while, walked lazily down the street carrying a plastic bag; today was a bright, pleasant day.

A message notification came in—it was from Lu Mingfei.

Su Lin: “The author couldn’t finish Dragon 5, so he restarted.”

Xiao Yan: “There’s such a thing? Do readers accept it?”

Su Lin: “It’s still popular, and the protagonist was truly tragic—readers are hoping for a restart without more suffering.”

Lu Mingfei: “Got it. When in doubt, use a parallel world.”

Su Lin: “You understand parallel worlds.”

Lu Mingfei: “No one understands parallel worlds better than me.”

In the restroom, Lu Mingfei vigorously splashed cold water from the tap on his face twice.

He exhaled deeply and walked out of the airplane’s restroom.

Caesar was studying the mission details; Chu Zihang was meditating with closed eyes.

Lu Mingfei walked straight over and sat down, staring at Chu Zihang for several seconds.

“What’s wrong?”

Chu Zihang’s golden pupils glowed faintly through the slit of his eyelids.

“Nothing. Just thinking about where to wander in Tokyo.”

Chu Zihang nodded.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

After all, he couldn’t just tell Chu Zihang directly:

Senior brother, I have good news and bad news.

The good news is, the Little Dragon Girl you like hasn’t died.

The bad news is, you’ve become her mother.

“The brightest spot over there is Ginza. They say when Japan’s real estate prices peaked, a single plot of land in Ginza could buy the entire United States,” Caesar said, turning to look out the window.

He began trying to communicate with Chu Zihang, this block of wood.

Alright, the historical correction had begun—Lu Mingfei, who had just wanted to nap, snapped his eyes wide open.

Sure enough, soon he found himself mediating between these two seniors, desperately maintaining the atmosphere, afraid that if the tension kept rising, the plane would crash into the Atlantic before even reaching Tokyo.

Headmaster, your ace team really has a cursed fate.

Finally, just before arriving in Tokyo, the two calmed down for a while.

The cabin was pitch black; Lu Mingfei gazed at Tokyo through the rain-streaked window, a flicker of unease in his heart.

Raindrops pattered against the window; he closed his eyes, and the accumulated fatigue instantly washed over him—he fell asleep amid the plane’s descent.

Perhaps because Lu Mingfei slept so deeply, the other two didn’t wake him to join the Headmaster’s swordmaster visitation cosplay event.

After Genji Sei’s wild pilot maneuvers executed an edge landing, the airstair descended.

The crisp sound of geta sandals echoed as two paper umbrellas floated out of the cabin door.

Two swordmasters appeared in everyone’s view, carrying a youth with drool trailing from his mouth.

Han Li had been studying the [Heavenly Forgetting] technique he obtained from Su Lin, rarely leaving his cave dwelling—though “rarely leaving” didn’t mean he couldn’t travel far.

Over the past half-year, though he hadn’t secluded himself for intense cultivation, his pill-making skills had improved significantly.

As repayment for using the green vial to help Xiao Yan, Ye Fan, and the beast named Chopper, his gains in medical theory, exotic-world herbs, and pill formulas had been substantial; bluntly speaking, his current wealth could easily sustain him through to the Nascent Soul realm.

Pills he crafted could spark frenzied bidding at auctions.

But that would be too conspicuous—especially in this sea region, he should remain cautious until after Golden Core late stage.

Han Li silently pondered the situation in the Chaotic Star Sea, as described in the book.

Half a year meant nothing to a Golden Core cultivator—it could be easily made up with a short period of cultivation.

Unfortunately, the [Heavenly Forgetting] technique couldn’t be cultivated too deeply, and he found it demanded considerable insight.

After the chat group notified him of a new member, he was stunned to discover an actual immortal among them?!

The people in this chat group were mostly extraordinary figures, as evident from the stories Su Lin had uploaded.

But no matter how powerful he or the others might become in the future, the fact remained that they were all still in the early stages.

He never expected an immortal to appear right now.

After waiting a day for everyone to become slightly more familiar.

Han Li: “Senior Zhongli, I just noticed you’re not only the Geo Archon but also the ancestral ancestor of all immortals in that world, proficient in immortal arts. I have some cultivation techniques from this world—could you please offer guidance?”

Zhongli: “This is excellent.”

Han Li: “Then I’ll message you privately.”

Ye Fan: “Add me in. How about we all gather in one world together?”

Luffy: “Are we having a banquet?”

Only when you hear “banquet” do you become the most eager, Su Lin thought, slightly exasperated.

Su Lin: “How about coming to my world? I’ll host and arrange it.”

Su Lin: “By the way, you can harvest the spiritual plants and herbs you planted in my sect last time.”

Kleine: "What's your world like?"

After all, those novels were posted by this person named Su Lin—had he been transported to some cultivation world? He’d spent yesterday just reading novels.

Su Lin: “A parallel Earth.”

Kleine: "I'll be there after I use the restroom."

The mad adventurer Germaine coldly glanced at Danijs.

Danijs’s leg trembled—he thought the guy was about to do something again.

“I’m going to the restroom. Stay here. Don’t move.”

What could Danijs say? You’re the boss—he could only nod.

The Faceless One nearly lost his composure and rushed back to the restroom. Kleine first went to the Gray Mist to perform another divination, then activated the interdimensional talisman.

Even the Savior needs a vacation.

Consider it an early holiday before his future 007 workdays—return home for the New Year.

Of course, Kleine still performed a divination—the pendulum hovered in the center, trembling. Was it unforecastable?

Suddenly remembering something, he divined again: would he bring harm to the ordinary human world of the other Earth?

The result was nearly the same.

He thought for a moment—there were immortals around; it probably wouldn’t be a problem.