Chapter 44: Dora Su Meng

Lu Mingfei heard this and grabbed Su Lin's arm.

"Please, Dora Su Meng, let me borrow the Anywhere-Door for one use."

"Hahaha." Everyone who saw this scene burst into cheerful laughter.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost." Su Lin slapped away Lu Mingfei's greasy hands: "Paws covered in oil! Wipe them clean, you little punk."

"Speaking of which, is there really something that can escape to a Parallel World?" Lu Mingfei was just playing around, fantasizing as he spoke: "If something like that existed, I'd go to a world without dragons and cultivate peacefully."

Ye Fan at this moment recalled the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things; the meat in the pot had already been stewed until tender, and following the formula he had blended for tonic medicine, he added several spiritual medicines in sequence.

Xiao Yan also withdrew his Heavenly Flame at this moment.

"Why think so much, come have a sip of soup instead."

"I really can't do anything with you, useless Mingfei." Su Lin sighed and thrust one hand into the void, feeling around.

"Hey, make it clear, who are you calling useless Mingfei?" Lu Mingfei wanted to vindicate himself—although he was a bit useless, couldn't they not call him useless in front of so many people?

"Hm? What are you doing."

He noticed Su Lin's hand rummaging back and forth inside the void.

"Doesn't Doraemon always dig through his four-dimensional pocket before finding something?" Su Lin said with an air of perfect justification.

"Hahaha, you're not really going to fish out an Anywhere-Door, are you?" Ye Fan laughed: "Doraemon's pocket is on his belly—where are you even digging?"

"Where did it go, that's so weird." Su Lin propped half his body into the void, tossing out a few strange fruits as he went: "Not this, these are Devil Fruits."

Then he tossed out a set of armor.

"Not this either, this is a cosplay prop outfit from last time."

Lu Mingfei clutched his head—he'd only been joking, he hadn't expected Su Lin to imitate it so well.

"Big shot, I admit I'm wrong, stop messing around."

At this rate, "useless Mingfei" was going to sink deep into everyone's hearts.

"I suggest you focus the next period of time on improving your combat skills." Han Li advised Lu Mingfei. He had studied Lu Mingfei's world—bloodline was of primary importance, followed by close-combat technique.

Zhongli also rather agreed. During this period, aside from finding time to return to Teyvat once to bring back some immortal sect scriptures, on normal days he had been studying the cultivation methods of other worlds.

Occasionally he would find time to read the stories of other group members, which were far more interesting than the novels now popular in Liyue.

"If you have nothing else on ordinary days, you may come find me to learn some martial arts." Zhongli said to Lu Mingfei.

Heracles, who had been silently eating and watching the show, also spoke up upon hearing this: "If you need it, I can also teach you some martial arts."

Lu Mingfei recalled the FSN he had watched before and asked with some pleasant surprise: "Can you teach me that Nine-Headed Dragon Flash that slashes nine times in an instant?"

After saying it, Lu Mingfei felt a bit of regret—he realized he had misspoken, misremembering the name of the other's technique.

"You mean God-Slayer Hundred Heads." Heracles was not angry, but smiled gently: "If you wish to learn, I can teach you, but this is not a martial art that can be mastered in a short while."

The giant did not mind Lu Mingfei's slip of the tongue. Having stayed in this world for over a month, he had also come to know that the things happening in the world he was in had been presented in other worlds in the form of story works.

Most of the other people here were characters who had appeared in other works.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that by a fortunate coincidence, everyone being able to gather in one place could also be considered a kind of fate. He did not like any of the possible endings the young girl who had contracted with him might face in the future—not a single one.

Everyone wanted to change the fate of the future. If that seemingly somewhat delicate boy needed help, he was also happy to lend a hand and teach him some martial arts.

Even without the Berserk state boost, the combat ability he could bring to bear would be no inferior to his former self. It was a pity that his Noble Phantasm, having manifested in this world as a Berserker-class Servant, had been restricted.

He truly could not understand why the Einzbern family would think to summon him in the Berserker class.

"Thank you...."

Lu Mingfei was a little moved. Upon learning of his bleak future, he had been very distressed. The book of his life was a dog-blooded one—not good-looking at all, not exciting either. Even if his story was rather popular in another world, he himself did not like it one bit.

He disliked the beginning of the story—his life was a mess, no future in sight, no value, the daily life of a useless Gao Zhongsheng.

He disliked the course of the story—his good friend was a Long Wang, his junior was a Long Wang, and he still had to spend a quarter of his life to kill them.

He disliked the development of the story—his future was always lived under arrangement. He tried his utmost to change it, strove hard to save it, but in the end....

This past month or so, Lu Mingfei had actually been very happy. He had learned the cultivation from novels, his future looked promising, and he had met so many people from different worlds—everyone was pretty nice.

The others could all produce cultivation techniques, resources, knowledge, and the like. Even when Luffy came over he would bring ingredients. But he, Lu Mingfei, couldn't produce anything, and instead had freeloaded quite a lot. Speaking of it, he felt rather embarrassed.

Especially Su Lin—on the first day he came, the spiritual fruits and spiritual plants he brought him to eat were not common street goods. Only when he began cultivating did Lu Mingfei discover that many things went far too smoothly: his body was free of impurities, his spiritual platform was clear and bright, his cultivation speed was astonishingly fast, and the augmentation of his flesh was uncommonly strong.

Later he learned from Han Li that the things he had eaten could be considered rare treasures even in other Cultivation Worlds, and especially after being nurtured by Han Li's small green bottle, their age was not low either.

This guy Su Lin, although he usually seemed a bit unreliable, looking every inch a laid-back youth, deep down...

Hm?

When Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at Su Lin, he found Su Lin still hanging in midair, having dug out a pile of things onto the ground.

"That's enough already...."

Su Lin didn't want this either. The day he had drawn this thing, he found it had no effect on him at all, which made him so angry he didn't even put it back in the system space, just tossed it together with the Devil Fruits, the dharma artifacts and pills left behind by the Xian Ning Sect, and such, as collectibles gathering dust.

He remembered he had specifically found a box to put it in.

Klein curiously walked over to that pile of odds and ends, rummaging here and peeking there. His storage of odds and ends above the gray fog was similar—he also just threw them into a pile like this.

"Old Su, stop looking." Ye Fan came over slurping a bowl of meat soup. "You really do have an Anywhere-Door? Those aren't even from the same art style."

Ye Fan still thought Su Lin was just messing around.

"That thing already involves the law of cause and effect—more outrageous than your mountain and that watch."

"Oh, finally found it."

Clang—

Xiao Yan, who had just picked up a spiritual fruit, lost his grip, and the fruit fell onto the table.

With Xiao Yan's ability, he could have caught it before it fell.

But at this moment, no one's attention was on that.

"You said... what... you found it!?"