Chapter 49: Change the Channel

Su Lin: “Coach, I’m reporting! Someone’s cheating!”

Su Lin: “Where’s the referee? Where is he?”

Su Lin: “I’m going to smash that bookstore first—they sold me fake dragon blood.”

Xiao Yan: “Dear netizen, please calm down.”

Within the chat group, Su Lin’s flood of messages finally drew everyone’s attention.

Meanwhile, in reality, the images reflected by the Great Expansion Pearl had reached their climax.

It was a strange, chaotic monster, its tentacles swaying, its bloody maw roaring.

Merely gazing upon its form caused mental discomfort; had this not been a projected image, any normal person would have descended into chaos the instant they saw its face.

Kleine understood this was akin to the corruption brought by mythic creatures and high-rank sequences in their world.

Lu Mingfei, clad in vintage leather, seized his openings amid repeated dodges, like an experienced hunter—each strike left a mark on the monster’s body, faint holy radiance clinging to the wounds.

The final battle ended with the hunter’s victory.

“What are you trying to do with your slimy tentacles?” Lu Mingfei’s cold voice rang out as he stamped one foot down on a tentacle.

Lu Mingfei looked down with disdain at his defeated foe, his greatsword piercing the creature’s body.

Weary, he sheathed his greatsword and trudged step by step back to his wheelchair.

“There….” Slumped in the wheelchair, Lu Mingfei adjusted his posture, gesturing at his own body, as if finding a satisfactory angle—he pulled a short dagger from his backpack and aimed it at himself.

“I’ve had enough of this nightmare.”

On Water Mirror Peak, Lu Mingfei hurriedly switched channels—no matter what was happening in that world, if he watched this ending, he wouldn’t sleep tonight.

“Everyone… shall we stop here?” Lu Mingfei’s forehead was slick with sweat—why did these people in the chat group look at him like they wanted to dissect him?

Look, I’m also curious how those two guys in the parallel world got into the game world. But what does that have to do with me, a beginner Qi Condensation cultivator?

Lu Mingfei couldn’t figure it out, and didn’t want to waste brain cells thinking about it—he was just a Qi Condensation cultivator, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Without realizing it, Ye Fan, Zhong Li, Xiao Yan, Han Li, and Su Lin had all gathered around.

“To be honest, I’m curious,” Zhong Li said, one hand resting on his chin, studying Lu Mingfei intently.

“Little Lu, keep going,” Ye Fan said, one hand pressing on Lu Mingfei’s shoulder.

“Try to get a version where you become an Immortal Ancestor.”

“…”

The scene shifted.

Skyscrapers, steel and concrete, dazzling lights, motorcycles and cars speeding past.

Lu Mingfei, dressed in a down jacket and a black-and-white scarf, waited for the traffic light to change—staring at the light, or perhaps gazing up at the gray, overcast sky.

Finally, something normal, Lu Mingfei thought.

“This looks like Chicago,” Lu Mingfei mused. The street felt familiar—there was a hot dog stand nearby with great flavor. He and Fengge sometimes took the campus train into the city.

Cars came and went, occasional horns blared; in the scene, Lu Mingfei exhaled a puff of steam and rubbed his frozen fingers.

Snowflakes, crystal-clear and delicate, began falling from the sky; pedestrians hurried their steps upon seeing them.

“The weather forecast said it’d be sunny today.”

“Better to roll dice than trust that.”

Two white men walked past Lu Mingfei, speaking English.

“The light’s turning green, buddy,” Lu Mingfei said, noticing another version of himself standing motionless, just staring up at the sky, eyes filled with sorrow.

Is this version of me just broken up with his girlfriend?

My god, did I confess to some girl and get rejected? Could it be this world’s me bravely confessed to Nono?

Or did his girlfriend just dump him? After two seconds of thought, Lu Mingfei dismissed the idea—this world’s version of him couldn’t possibly have a girlfriend.

Su Lin felt that if this world’s Lu Mingfei acted in a idol drama, he’d land the male lead role.

That aura of melancholy… that gaze…

Who knows what he’s been through—poor Lu Mingfei.

“I really came back?”

The Lu Mingfei in the scene spoke softly.

“Came back from where?” Xiao Yan asked, puzzled.

“Two thousand years—I, Lu Mingfei, have finally returned to Earth.”

Closing his eyes, Lu Mingfei spread his arms as if to embrace the world.

His voice was quiet, yet every person present heard it clearly.

“?”

“??”

“??? ”

Lu Mingfei thought the version in the scene needed to visit the Cassell Medical Center—those doctors were Harvard Medical School graduates, with all kinds of equipment; any mental issue could be detected quickly.

But remembering the two previous parallel worlds, he dared not judge the version in the scene. And after everything he’d experienced this past month—if he told anyone, those bastards might think he’d lost his mind and lock him up.

“The Tianwu Sect, I’ve repaid what I owed you. I, Lieyang, am done.”

“From now on, there is no more Lieyang, the Martial Immortal—only…”

“Martial Immortal Lu Mingfei!”

The instant his eyes opened, golden irises radiated supreme authority.

In an instant, the snowflakes froze midair, vehicles and pedestrians halted, the entire world fell silent, utterly still.

Hands clasped behind his back, Lu Mingfei sneered, then took a single step forward.

The next moment, he had teleported to the rooftop of a skyscraper.

“Lu Mingze, we still have many things to settle.”

“This body I’ve inherited hasn’t been refined yet. First, I need to find a place to bring my physical condition up to par.”

Magical energy surged, nearly solid, whipping at his robes as Lu Mingfei gazed down at the city below, a smirk curling his lips.

Han Li fell silent for a moment, then spoke: “Perhaps I couldn’t withstand a single strike from him.”

Xiao Yan sensed the power and denied it outright: “I don’t think there’s any doubt.”

Ye Fan stared at the Great Expansion Pearl in Lu Mingfei’s hand and asked Su Lin: “Is there any way to communicate with the Lu Mingfei over there? I feel we could obtain some excellent cultivation techniques.”

“...Su Lin? Are you even listening to me?” Ye Fan noticed Su Lin’s eyes were vacant, still fixed on the projected image.

“Is it really that big a deal? Even I think Lu Mingfei’s parallel world is absurd…”

What big deal?

I, Su Lin, reincarnated transmigrator, chat group member, system host—what kind of scenes haven’t I seen?

But I’ve never seen anything like this!

Since graduating college, I’ve been busy with work and rarely read novels—even after transmigration, I barely read. But I’m sure I remember: Dragon Raja is urban fantasy, not urban cultivation!

That makes no sense. It doesn’t add up. Could it be… the original Lu Mingfei was the weakest version?!

And those two who transmigrated into other worlds before…

Scratching his head, Su Lin suddenly turned to Lu Mingfei—what was he even doing pulling out the Great Expansion Pearl? He meant to show Lu Mingfei a happy parallel world!

Now it’s turned into Lu Mingfei being invincible?

He’s even stronger than my system route.

“Switch it again!”

“He’s gone off the deep end,” Xiao Yan said beside him.