Chapter 33: Gathering

In Chow Yun-fat's film "Kung Fu Hustle," there is a scene like this.

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

Ah Xing, who had long felt compassion, finally swung his bat one last time, striking Fire Cloud Evil God on the 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 head is a mess now—what were Dragon 4 and Dragon 5?"

Su Lin, out in his true form for the first time in a long while, walked lazily down the street holding 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."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "There's such a thing? Do readers buy it?"

Su Lin: "It's still popular, and the protagonist really was too tragic—readers are hoping for a restart without more suffering."

Lu Mingfei: "Got it. When in doubt, use the Parallel World."

Su Lin: "You understand the Parallel World."

Lu Mingfei: "No one understands the Parallel World better than me."

In the restroom, Lu Mingfei vigorously splashed cold water from the tap onto 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 against the seat.

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

Senior brother, I've got good news and bad news.

The good news is, the little Longnü you like hasn't died.

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

"The brightest place 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, suddenly snapped his eyes wide open.

Sure enough, soon he was stepping in to mediate 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, before reaching Tokyo, the two calmed down for a while.

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

Raindrops tapped 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 Yuan Zhisheng waited for the wild pilot to execute an extreme maneuver and land the plane at the very edge, the airstair descended.

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

Two swordmasters, dressed in traditional garb, carried a young man with drool trailing from his mouth into view.

Han Li had been studying the 【Gu Tianwang】 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 Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Ye Fan, and the beast named Qiaoba, he had gained substantial returns in both medical theory and knowledge of herbs and pill formulas from other worlds; bluntly speaking, his current wealth was more than enough to support cultivation all the way to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Pills he crafted could spark frenzied bidding at auctions.

But that would be too conspicuous—at least in this sea region, caution was best before reaching the Golden Core Stage.

Han Li, having learned about the Chaos Star Sea from books, privately pondered this.

Half a year is but a blink to a Golden Core Stage cultivator; the cultivation lost could easily be made up.

Unfortunately, the 【Gu Tianwang】 technique was unsuitable for deep cultivation, and he found it demanded considerable insight.

After the chat group notified him of a new member, he was astonished 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 in the group 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 saw you are not only the Rock God but also the Ancestor of 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 private-message you, Senior."

Ye Fan: "Add me in. How about we all meet up in one world?"

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: "Perfect—you can collect the spiritual plants and herbs you planted in my sect last time."

Miss Kelaien: "What's the situation in your world?"

Speaking of which, those novels were published by this fellow named Su Lin. Did he transmigrate into some Cultivation World or something? Yesterday he spent the whole day reading novels.

Su Lin: "A Parallel World Earth."

Miss Kelaien: "I'll be back after a trip to the bathroom."

The mad adventurer Gehrman swept a cold glance at Danitz.

Danitz's calves trembled, thinking the guy was about to do something again.

"I'm going to the washroom. Stay right here, don't wander off."

What could Danitz say? You're the boss. He could only nod.

The Faceless man's expression almost slipped. He excitedly returned to the washroom. Miss Kelaien first went above the gray fog to divine again, then Used Cross-World talisman.

Even a savior needs a vacation.

Consider it an early holiday for the future 007 workdays ahead — going home for New Year.

Of course, Miss Kelaien still did a divination. The pendulum hovered in the middle, swaying — unable to foresee, it seemed.

As if suddenly thinking of something, he divined once more whether he would bring harm to the ordinary human world of another Earth.

The result was about the same.

He thought for a moment. With an immortal around, it should be fine, right?