Chapter 51

We still don’t know how many strange versions of Lu Mingfei everyone saw on that day at Shuijing Peak.

“How did this guy end up in your world?”

In everyone’s eyes, the secrets hidden within Lu Mingfei surpassed even those of Su Lin.

At least for now, everyone’s concern had shifted from Su Lin’s underwear to Lu Mingfei’s underwear.

Those strange gadgets Su Lin carried could be ignored—after all, the world was vast, and even a mechanical cat achieving enlightenment wasn’t impossible.

Leaving aside the family members and guests, most people in the chat group had read Dragon Raja.

Everyone knew exactly what kind of things existed in Lu Mingfei’s world.

Earth around 2010, bloodline hybrids, dragons, urban setting.

These were the labels of that world.

Now, compared to the plot descriptions Su Lin uploaded, cultivation, magic, fantasy, sci-fi, interstellar, time-travel, game-parallel-worlds, crossdressing—all of these could become labels for that world.

“What did I just see? I saw this guy climb Mount Tai with me and escape from Huo Huo to Beidou?!” Ye Fan stared at Lu Mingfei, who he had pinned down, trying to unravel the mystery of this man.

Time shifted from high noon to near-sunset twilight.

The Straw Hat Kid had finished eating and gone back.

Emiya Shirou had left with Illya to continue his disciplined cultivation.

The remaining few were forcing recovery pills into Lu Mingfei’s mouth while tallying how many different versions had appeared so far.

“What’s that? In my world, he’s a Dou Saint…” Xiao Yan was utterly stunned.

He had labored tirelessly to cultivate, yet this guy started off on Dragon Island, enjoying all the resources.

Zhong Li picked up a teapot from the stove and brewed himself a fresh cup of hot tea: “By common reason, this is somewhat exaggerated.”

“Somewhat? You call this ‘somewhat’?” Su Lin tugged Lu Mingfei’s cheeks, stretching them painfully long, then released him amid Lu Mingfei’s curses.

Han Li remained silent, pondering what had happened to Lu Mingfei to generate these bizarre worldlines.

The chat group? Unlikely, but not impossible…

Dayuan Pearl? Just used for observation…

Or does Lu Mingfei possess some inherent trait triggering these changes?

"Let me go, everyone! I really don't know anything!" Lu Mingfei wailed—anyone watching would think he was being brutally interrogated.

“I truly don’t know why my parallel worlds turned out like this!”

Aside from the first worldline—where he didn't attend Cassel Academy but instead went to an interstellar career world, which was relatively normal—all the rest were nonsense!

Wait, come to think of it, it was abnormal for Cassel Academy to let him go at all.

How had the first worldline version of himself refused Cassel Academy? Given his later understanding of Cassel Academy, and his knowledge of its members from the reader’s perspective, that old headmaster would never have let him go.

How had he succeeded in refusing Cassel Academy?

Unless that world had no dragons.

Abnormal—none of the parallel worlds were normal?!

“Turns out you’re the deepest hidden one in our group,” Klein picked up a stick and poked Lu Mingfei.

“If I were the deepest hidden one, I’d hang all of you right now…”

“Huh?”

"Sorry, little brother made a mistake, great heroes! Your generosity can encompass the universe!" Lu Mingfei realized the fastest thing he'd learned in this world wasn't cultivation—it was face-changing, an intangible cultural heritage.

Everyone ignored Lu Mingfei’s nonsense. After “harmonious” and “friendly” negotiations, and following the principle of “voluntary consent,” Lu Mingfei agreed to actively cooperate with the group members in switching channels.

“After all, this has been exhausting.” Ye Fan stretched his limbs after retracting his fingers; with the suppression lifted, Lu Mingfei could move freely again.

“Delete it.” Lu Mingfei stared coldly at Su Lin.

“What?”

“Delete the photos from the magical girl one.”

“I refuse.”

He planned to print and collect the photos of last month’s Lu Mingfei who turned into a balloon during Qi condensation, alongside his crossdressed version.

You dare touch a joker’s collection? Good heavens, that’s cruel.

“Don’t force me to beg you.”

Su Lin wondered if he’d gone too far—after all, who else could utter the most timid words with the harshest tone?

Don’t you think your female version looks beautiful?

He tapped twice on his phone screen, sending the photos to Klein’s account while avoiding Lu Mingfei’s gaze.

“Alright, deleted.”

Su Lin showed his phone gallery—it was nearly empty.

“Then let’s move on to the next world.”

Lu Mingfei felt utterly defeated—he realized now that every version of himself in these parallel worlds was extraordinarily powerful.

So he was the weakest among all these versions.

Whatever. Let’s see if there’s anything even more absurd.

One such ridiculous world was already too many—please, no more.

Bring on more high-class ones—shock these guys.

Lu Mingfei thought silently to himself.

“Pity we’re missing a communication transmission function,” Ye Fan sighed, looking at the Dayuan Pearl: “If we had it, you could leverage your special connection with those other Lu Mingfeis and directly acquire resources and techniques from them—it’d be a skyrocket.”

Lu Mingfei thought it over—it made sense. If even one of those powerful versions gave him something, could he, in a few years, possibly step on Su Lin, grab Xiao Yan, and seize Ye Fan?

At the end of the Immortal Path, who stands atop the peak? One glance at Mingfei…

“Have Lu Mingfei sign the indenture, and I’ll transfer the Dayuan Pearl to him. I don’t care if you all go through,” Su Lin said coolly.

The Dayuan Pearl’s function, 【Illumination】, observed parallel worlds; if shattered, it could generate a Time Corridor. After enhancement by the Supreme Master Xiao Yan, this special ability could likely be used about five times.

Su Lin had informed everyone of this.

This item had cost nearly a quarter of his fortune. At the current point-renewal rate, without entering other worlds, even just staying on Earth and avoiding massive disturbances, he’d need to save for at least two years.

“Can we pay in installments?” Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

He couldn’t help being tempted—there had been a parallel version of himself who cultivated.

In a world called Star Soul Realm, star forging—star forging, is that real?!

A scene like a creation myth: stars shattered and coalesced, mountains, rivers, and seas forming at will.

Even just once—get one powerful version to pass him something—it would count as a heavenly opportunity.