Chapter 61: Setting Off

"Bring those firewood back to burn!"

"This isn't your end point, Lu Mingfei."

"I won't become a memory!"

Broken images took turns appearing in the dream, as if he had entered a memory-drum washing machine, all his memories churning and tumbling inside.

"Another strange dream." Lu Mingfei groggily woke from sleep, rubbing his head as he spoke.

Ever since receiving the inheritance of an extraordinarily powerful version of himself, he would uncontrollably have strange dreams whenever he fell asleep, seeing all sorts of bizarre memories.

Each dream was also strange, like watching a first-person movie.

But there was no logic at all — one moment he might be in a Western church wielding dual pistols to hunt demons, the next he'd become a Cyber Sword Immortal 2077.

"In every sense of the word, he sure knows how to have fun."

Lu Mingfei got up from the bed, glanced at the time on his phone, changed into the clothes he'd worn when he first arrived a few months ago, slipped on his shoes, and prepared to head out.

The time agreed upon with Su Lin had arrived.

Taking a wooden token from the groove, Lu Mingfei pushed open the room door and walked out of the small courtyard, gazing at the star-filled night sky.

Honestly, he didn't know why Su Lin would be interested in the Dragon Race world — logically speaking, wouldn't the worlds of the other group friends be more interesting?

Although during this period he'd only had time to flip through the novel Ye Zhetian and the Genshin Impact artbook, from the group's chat content, if one sought an increase in power, going to other worlds would yield more gains.

But it was fine too — at least this time going back with someone's help made things much more certain, and Su Lin was currently his boss, and could also be called his creditor.

Thanks to the potion Miss Kelaien left behind, Lu Mingfei's eyesight had become especially good; even from a great distance now, he could clearly see Su Lin doing some strange things in front of the Wangshu Pavilion gate.

Lu Mingfei hadn't expected Miss Kelaien, that honest-looking fellow with bushy brows and big eyes, to secretly take embarrassing photos of him, but considering the bottle of potion, Lu Mingfei decided to forgive Miss Kelaien.

"Perhaps this is Miss Kelaien's way of apologizing." Lu Mingfei thought silently to himself.

After all, Miss Kelaien had even planned to give him the Sequence 8 potion for free.

It was just some embarrassing photos, nothing he couldn't handle — the Dayan Pearl was destroyed too, that Parallel World had vanished, and the magical girl thing was already a thing of the past.

Previously, Emiya Mama had researched it — taking a potion might affect cultivation; the entry-level Sequence 9 potion had very little impact, but the higher the sequence, the harder it was to cultivate.

Lu Mingfei had originally only planned to take the Sequence 9 potion to gain some practical abilities and skills, but later discovered that the potion's negative effects were basically eliminated for him.

This was probably related to that Niu Honghong version of himself — who knew the inheritance would be this powerful.

Lu Mingfei had privately messaged Miss Kelaien, and apparently the body wouldn't start to mutate until around Sequence 6, so Lu Mingfei planned to stop at Sequence 7.

Miss Kelaien: "Indeed, Sequence 7 is enough. Keep it up."

Miss Kelaien said the same thing, so Lu Mingfei planned to find a way to digest the potion after returning to his own world this time.

Through his fixed Hawk Eye vision, Lu Mingfei saw Su Lin stuff a transparent crystal card? into his clone?

What was this guy up to now?

Ssha—

"My eyes!" Lu Mingfei felt as if nothing but white remained in his eyes — an endless, boundless white.

By the time he recovered, Su Lin had already come down from the mountain, looking at him with a strange expression.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to ask you what you're doing!" Lu Mingfei rubbed his eyes and said gloomily, "Did you just use a flashbang...?"

"Did an experiment." Su Lin didn't say much more. "All packed? Open the teleportation gate."

Lu Mingfei took out the Cross-Border Talisman, and a teleportation gate appeared.

"Anything else?" Lu Mingfei asked, watching Su Lin who was looking around.

Su Lin, who had finished taking stock of all his props, suddenly thought of a problem.

Wasn't Water Mirror Peak also a system prop he'd drawn?!

Su Lin tossed a flying sword beneath Lu Mingfei's feet and said, "Wait for me, step on it first."

After all, Lu Mingfei hadn't learned any escape arts, couldn't even fly — to put it in analogy, he was like Zhang Wuji who had practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art: internal force present, martial techniques lacking.

Lu Mingfei stepped onto the flying sword in confusion. Before he could ask, in the blink of an eye, the entire Water Mirror Peak vanished. The gale at ten thousand meters high blew in, cold and fierce wind scraping his face, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Su Lin, hands clasped behind his back, flew to Lu Mingfei's side and said, "Let's go."

Lu Mingfei's eyes went wide — only now did he realize Su Lin had taken the entire immortal peak away.

"Big bro! That's too much! I can still afford the hotel bill!" Lu Mingfei said in surprise.

Su Lin controlled the flying sword and sent Lu Mingfei into the teleportation gate.

"But I'm an unregistered person in your world."

The two entered the teleportation gate in the high sky one after the other.

And not far away, a nighttime flight slowly passed by.

A little boy flying for the first time was staring out the cabin window, watching the clouds below and the waning crescent moon above, the sky full of stars densely scattered across the night sky, making him feel as if he were in a fairy tale.

The child's parents saw this scene and couldn't help but smile beside him.

"Daddy, there really are immortals up in the sky!" the little boy said happily to his father.

The man in his thirties took a sip of orange juice from a paper cup and said with a smile to his son, "Silly child, how could there be any... in the sky."

"IMMORTALS!!!"

His startled shout woke quite a few passengers who had been dozing off from travel fatigue.

At this moment, the flight attendant reminded from the aisle, "Mr., please keep it down, it's already late at night."

"There really are immortals, I swear, two of them! One of them is a Sword Immortal, look quick!" The man pointed out the window — on the clouds were two figures, one standing in mid-air, the other standing on a flying sword.

The flight attendant had just wanted to stop this passenger from making a scene — if this continued, there would be complaints from other passengers.

She hadn't expected that, one after another, exclamations rang out inside the cabin.

"Immortals!"

"Sword Immortal! Quick, fly the plane over there! Immortal fate ahhhh!!!"

"Li Xiaoyao! Is that you, Li Xiaoyao!"

"Captain! Fly over there, quick!"

"Immortal, don't go!"

Just as the passengers on the plane had taken out their phones to film, the two figures had already vanished without a trace, leaving only the regretful voices of the passengers inside the cabin.

Not long after, the plane arrived at Rong City airport.

"Huh? Why is there still no signal on my phone?"

The moment the cabin door opened, a dozen or so men in military uniform filed in one after another.

"Everyone, turn off your phones immediately!"

Meanwhile, in the world of the Dragon Race, Su Lin, awkwardly squeezed into a single toilet stall with Lu Mingfei, raised an eyebrow. The system had just notified him that his points had risen a little — not much, only one point, but they had indeed risen.

His heart tightened, and he cursed inwardly at the island nation's special brand of shamelessness.

He swept his divine sense through the restroom, yet did not detect the surveillance camera he had suspected.

"Strange..."

"Um, Su Lin... could you step out first...?" Lu Mingfei, squatting on the toilet lid with an awkward expression, asked Su Lin in front of him.

"Oh, take your time, I'll wait for you outside." Su Lin opened the toilet door and walked out.

"That's not what I meant!"