Chapter 531: The Cultivator Escapes the Cage

He endured the nearly uncontrollable murmurs, humanity and divinity teetering on the brink of collapse.

Rosel quickly pulled out two magical items to assess their value.

"Since it's your first purchase, I can't give change yet~" Yi Leina said with a hint of apology.

"No need for change…" Rosel.

Yi Leina closed the book in her hands and exclaimed in alarm: "How could that be?"

As an honest and trustworthy Young Lady witch, she couldn't take advantage of others for free.

"I have too much money to care." Rosel felt his reason utterly restored, gathering the purchased magical books and items.

"Is that so." Yi Leina pondered, and as Rosel straightened his posture, she smiled faintly: "You just said you understand magic well—would you mind sharing some insights?"

Rosel's eyes lit up, the instant humanity returned.

【Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun Fusheng Xuanhuang Shangdi Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun】

Such a familiar honorific title—if only this were a dream.

"No, I don't understand magic." Rosel, his arms now transformed into curly-haired baboon limbs, unconsciously scratched his head and forced a laugh: "You must have misunderstood—I bought these books to study magic when I get back."

He looked like a student desperate for knowledge, his eyes free of even the faintest impurity.

"I understand."

The moment Rosel turned ninety degrees, a mountain of books piled up at the shop's entrance, blocking half the bustling street.

【Reset】

Yi Leina calmly tapped her calculator and said: "These are perfect for beginners learning magic. I think you have great talent—I'll discount the entire curriculum from beginner to the God of Magic. This price."

Rosel: "."

【You are One, and also Ten Thousand】

"No need for change."

"Thank you for your patronage."

The mythic curly-haired baboon with tentacles and brass eyes restored to his original form the moment he stepped out of the witch's shop. Rosel turned around, startled, gazing back.

Yi Leina propped her chin on one hand, resting against the long counter, smiling as she watched the shifting cloak beneath which a form of indeterminate coloration writhed, occasional slick tentacles emerging: "Welcome~ This book, the Seven Chapters of the Mystery Scripture of the Dark Lord—you're my hundredth customer, so it's free."

The radiant figure wrapped in the cloak gave a slight nod, took the Daoist scripture, and walked out.

"Rare to see you so generous—the sun's risen in the west?"

Su Lin, holding the dragon cub that had given up struggling, its eyes vacant, walked toward Yi Leina, who stared in shock, alongside Zhao Shuangdian, who had selected books like *The Concept and Implementation of Soul Materialization*, *The Genealogical Structure of the Tree of Life*, and *One Hundred Applications of Imaginary Energy*.

"Huh?"

She rose, her gaze darting between Su Lin and the figure whose cloak's edge writhed, occasionally spilling out slimy tentacles: "Your sword—"

"How many of these identical swords did they explode in the tunnel? I thought the drop rate was supposed to be low."

Su Lin stared at the azure longsword in the figure's hand, stroked his chin, and shouted toward Kleen: "Don't randomly tamper with others' historical projections! I beat a Diviner every time I see one!"

Under Rosel's rigid posture, the unknown mythic creature stepped behind Kleen and handed the book to the expressionless Kleen.

"By the way, what was Rosel doing here just now?"

"Nothing."

Yi Leina sat back down, crossed her legs on the footrest chair, reopened her book, and scribbled with an ink-brush: "Hurry up and settle your bill—my monthly goal's been met. I'm closing up to travel."

If we followed Huiye's constant chatter about affection points, this should've triggered a deduction by now.

Yi Leina's peripheral vision flickered to the two at the counter; Zhao Shuangdian had expressed interest in visiting Su Lin's world to see his miraculous Dao, a remark as absurd as saying, "Let's go see your cat do backflips." Hearing this, she yawned listlessly.

Reality isn't a game or anime—there aren't that many stomach-churning plot twists.

"Let's go eat something good," Yi Leina muttered, glancing at today's revenue: "Then buy some strange materials."

Su Lin asked: "You just said you'd treat us to a meal?"

"I decline."

The Young Lady witch rejected this tangled premonition, turned to Changsheng Tian, and spoke with composed grace:

"Shitty men, get lost. Zhao Shuangdian, wanna go shopping later?"

"Not at all, really." Rosel exhaled, gazing at the cloaked figure behind Kleen, slowly smoothing his messy mustache: "You know—I'm a man with responsibility and integrity. We're fellow countrymen and friends; you should at least trust me."

"I suggest you tone it down," Kleen blinked.

"A slender lady, a gentleman's desire; a graceful witch, sought in dreams and waking." Rosel recited smoothly, sounding displeased:

"I've finally found a normal witch who hasn't shattered my worldview—surely it's not too much to ask for normal social interaction? Of course, any chain reactions caused by my personal charm are not included."

"Sigh," Kleen sighed, pulling his hat lower.

"Why are you sighing? I'm the one who should sigh—you managed to revive this projection of Tianzun to some degree. What a versatile profession." Rosel once again felt speechless at his own past missteps:

"Fine, I get it—stop scaring me. Disperse that projection quickly. I'm afraid Tianzun might actually awaken."

"Don't keep clinging to your diary's stereotype of me. Our thread—"

"By the way, you didn't sell my diary here, did you? I still want to meet a few Immortal Maidens from that side."

Kleen didn't immediately answer Rosel's question, but the radiant figure beside him leaned closer.

"What? Stop playing around."

"If you lay a hand on any female immortal of the Heavenly Court, I'll turn you into a witch. And if you even think about pursuing that witch, I'll turn the version of you in the mirror world into a man and have the Matchmaker of the Moon assign you ten lifetimes of bitter enemies as lovers."

The murmurs carried meaning clearly—enough to keep Rosel lucid and comprehending, yet pushing him to the edge of losing control.

"Who are you…?"

"Your niece is no longer young. Old Zhou has a date tomorrow—if she doesn't show up, I'm coming to you."

After whispering softly, the cloaked shadow dissolved into particles, vanishing from the world—passersby moved about, none noticing the anomaly.

Rosel's Adam's apple bobbed. Amid the strange stares of onlookers, he suddenly grabbed at the air, scratching his head and shouting:

"Beibei is still young—she's innocent! Take me instead! If you must, I'll become a witch and go on a date—!!!"

Boom!

The gunshot rang out; the out-of-control Black Emperor collapsed to the ground, revealing behind him the cold, stern face of Gehrman Sparrow—his trembling hand released the trigger and dragged the still-twitching curly-haired baboon toward a nearby iron trash bin.

"Make way, lend a hand."

"Oh."

Xing shifted position and helped Gehrman toss the unconscious curly-haired baboon into the bin.

About a quarter-hour later, these garbage items—disposed of to prevent leakage of karmic traces or secrets—would be uniformly incinerated at Mount Flame under the coordination of Logistics Chief Li Changshou.

"Above the Great God of Light, please spare me! I'll never set up a stall again!" the Long Baobao let out a wail.

Of course, not setting up a stall doesn't mean not selling fakes.

"You're so adorable, my youthful heart is overflowing." Su Lin tugged at the bouncy dragon face, "Why not come straight to my Water Mirror Peak as my disciple? World-renowned masters, live teaching, plus a famous fellow sufferer who shares his experience on achieving transcendence in one year."

The Long Baobao frowned suspiciously: "Why… fellow sufferer?"

"Because dying recklessly is also a disease," Su Lin looked up at the sky—not because he'd bumped into Song Shuhang's resentful gaze, but because he felt he'd forgotten something.

Song Shuhang raised his hand: "Senior Su Lin."

Su Lin greeted him: "What a coincidence, Shuhang—when did you arrive?"

"Just now. Since your youthful heart started overflowing—usually it's 'maiden's heart,' isn't it?" Song Shuhang couldn't help retorting: "What's this weird phrase, 'youthful heart overflowing'?"

"Just as magical maidens exist, so too do galactic young men—everything exists in balance," Su Lin replied without blinking. Song Shuhang turned to look into the depths of the Void Mist. Soon after, the earth rumbled, thunder rolled like ten thousand cavalry charging—every living being inside Qiongqi Tower froze, all turning their gazes to the same direction.

"Buy! Buy! Buy!"

"New launch! Let me buy first!"

"To celebrate the guild's opening, let me blow myself up first! This time I'll definitely find a way to break through into Immortality!"

Like a flood or a rampaging beast, had these cultivators' targets not been the various goods and the central Enlightenment Tree, the celestial deities of Heaven would have thought they were under attack.

A sea of people, jostling and shoving, showing zero courtesy—even elder cultivators kicked aside their own disciples blocking the way.

Completely different vibe.

"First wave?"

"First wave…"

If not for the few mysterious, powerful, and extravagantly wealthy individuals still unknown in Tiancheng, this crowd alone would have outnumbered all the people Su Lin saw in the city during the day.

Su Lin pulled out a jade token and transmitted a message: "Taibai, have the Ministry of Military drag out all flawed immortal artifacts from the past thousand years."

【Your Majesty, rest assured—the last one just sold out. This immortal friend, please be respectful—my dust whisk is not for sale!】???

Song Shuhang wiped sweat and changed the subject to the distracted Su Lin: "How's Congniang doing with her cultivation at Tianyi Sect lately?"

"Fine…"

Su Lin finally remembered what he'd forgotten: "Where's my sect's eldest disciple?"

"No one answers my calls, no replies to messages—Old Man, you've become a Star God, so why did you dump me in Belobog?!"

Emperor Yufeng sat on the ground, pouting: "I really messed up—I won't dare again! Don't leave me in another world!"

For Emperor Yufeng, while other worlds were fun, being stranded there would be unbearable—he couldn't master Old Man's trick of ascending to godhood wherever he went.

"…"

Su Lin assured himself he hadn't intentionally forgotten—he'd simply never thought of the guy.

"Your Star God wish doesn't seem very useful…"

"How so?"

"I wished for seven golden pulls in ten tries—I got only two."

"I'll have someone ban your account."

Su Lin arrived near the Enlightenment Tree, each hand gripping a little brat—sure enough, Chen Nan was meditating below.

"You two, cultivate here properly too."

He let go; the Long Baobao, finally freed, shot off like a white lightning bolt and vanished behind Chen Nan.

"Where's Pizi Long?" Su Lin asked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan: "I sent him, along with Duan De and the Black Emperor, to scout the other nine towers."

Are you sure he's not going to wreck them?

"In a couple days, I plan to distribute some tokens, then casually let some slip into the hands of ancient clans, holy sites—even the myriad races."

Ye Fan gazed at the most bustling Light Cone Custom Shop and said slowly: "Once a week, every Monday at 3 p. m., we'll carve out a small zone in the mist and sell high-priced resurrection artifacts and holy medicines."

Have fun—but remember to pay the copyright fee to Kleine.

"Su Zongzhu…"

Su Lin turned at the sound and saw his second disciple, Congniang, rooted beside the Enlightenment Tree.

"It says you should let Elder Han Li drip a few more drops of green liquid daily—then we'll have tea leaves every day, and next month we'll even produce one Immortal Fruit of Undeath. Also, it complains the environment here is terrible," Congniang said.

Ye Fan: "…"

Su Lin: "…"

Producing tea leaves daily, Immortal Fruit of Undeath next month—next year, are you going to revive into an Immortal Undying Tree?

The tech effect of Liu Li Ge's little green bottle seems a bit too brutal.

"The root of the divine herb we extracted from the Source Stone… Liu Li Ge planted it on Water Mirror Peak," Ye Fan said. "It's a Qilin Divine Herb."

"Qilin? The other day when I was counting qilins in my sleep, I counted one too many."

Han Li seems to have quietly pulled off something massive.

He's so steady that even when his groupmates know what he's doing, they never notice the final result.

"Has he become an Immortal yet?"

"I don't know."

Su Lin gazed at Han Li, who calmly displayed the Holy Herb to passing cultivators and immortals, collecting seeds of immortal and spiritual plants from various worlds.

"Like Li Changshou, he's a paper doll—can't tell at all."

Where did the two originals go?

The result of their exchanging insights was that, aside from the moment they crossed worlds, they'd vanish entirely if you so much as blinked.

If these two ever figure out how to make paper dolls that cross worlds…

"Shit."

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Yang Jian frowned, carrying a massive coffin, yet he didn't look odd amid the chaos of immortal dances—many cultivators even asked if he carried the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin and came over for photos. Have you ever seen a wooden bronze coffin?!

It took him half a day to cover such a short distance.

"There's a Ghost Master and a ghost inside—I want to exchange them for something."

"Keep the ghost. Leave the Ghost Master."

Su Lin checked: inside was a pale, bloodless man. Clearly, Yang Jian had set his sights on Feng Quan from the start.

"What do you want in exchange?"

"You decide."

Yang Jian smiled—he didn't understand true value, but whether it was worthless or worth it all came down to one word from the other.

Su Lin called out to the divine general on the other side of the Awakening Dao Ancient Tea Tree: "Yang Jian!"

"Yang Jian, at your command." The Yang Jian from the Journey to the West world appeared before Su Lin in an instant.

"Take this young brother somewhere and teach him the first layer of **Mystic Art."

"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded; mist and clouds swirled, and he and the still dazed Yang Jian vanished from sight.

"What's your name?"

"Yang Jian."

"Don't be nervous—our names are even similar." Amid the mist, Yang Jian chuckled: "Hun Tian Di ordered me to impart divine arts to you; I'll teach you fully. I sense peculiar yin-tainted, malevolent things within you—they should aid you."

Yang Jian nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"By the way, what's your relationship with Hun Tian Di?" Yang Jian asked cautiously.

Yang Jian: "He told me to go to his side and become Yang Jian."

Yang Jian: "?"

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