Chapter 61: Departure

“Bring back those logs and burn them!”

“This isn’t your end, Lu Mingfei.”

“I won’t become a memory!”

Fragmented images flickered one after another in his dream, as if he’d been thrown into a memory washer, all recollections churning and tumbling inside.

“Another weird dream.” Lu Mingfei woke up half-asleep, rubbing his head.

Since receiving the legacy of a very powerful version of himself, he’d been unable to control strange dreams, seeing bizarre memories whenever he slept.

Each dream felt strange too, like watching a first-person movie.

But utterly illogical—one moment he was in a Western church hunting demons with dual pistols, the next he was a cyber sword immortal in 2077.

“In every sense, he really knows how to have fun.”

Lu Mingfei got out of bed, checked his phone’s time, put on the clothes he’d worn when he first arrived months ago, slipped on his shoes, and headed for the door.

The time he’d agreed upon with Su Lin had arrived.

He took a wooden token from its slot, opened the door of his small courtyard, and gazed at the star-strewn night sky.

To be honest, he didn’t know why Su Lin was interested in the Dragon Clan world—weren’t the other group members’ worlds more interesting?

Though he’d only had time to skim through “Zhe Tian” and the Genshin Impact lore guide, from the group’s chatter, it was clear that pursuing power gains elsewhere would yield far more.

Still, it wasn’t bad—at least this time someone would help him steer better, and Su Lin was now his boss, or rather, his creditor.

Thanks to Kleine’s leftover potion, Lu Mingfei’s vision had become exceptional; even from afar, he could clearly see Su Lin doing strange things near the entrance of the Wangshu Pavilion.

Lu Mingfei hadn’t expected that seemingly honest Kleine had secretly taken photos of his dark past—but for the sake of the potion, he decided to forgive Kleine.

“Maybe this is Kleine’s apology,” Lu Mingfei thought silently.

After all, Kleine had originally planned to give him the Sequence 8 potion for free.

A few dark history photos? Not a big deal. The Great Expansion Pearl was destroyed, that parallel world was gone, and magical girl days were over.

Earlier, Master Yao had studied this: taking potions might affect cultivation. The Sequence 9 entry potion had minimal impact; the higher the sequence, the harder cultivation became.

Lu Mingfei had originally intended to take only the Sequence 9 potion to gain useful abilities—but later discovered the negative side effects were virtually gone for him.

This likely had to do with Niu Honghong’s version of himself—he hadn’t expected the legacy to be this powerful.

Lu Mingfei had privately messaged Kleine: the body only begins to mutate from Sequence 6 onward, so he planned to stop at Sequence 7.

Kleine: “True, Sequence 7 is enough. Keep going.”

Kleine had said the same, so Lu Mingfei planned to digest the potion after returning to his own world.

Through his hardened hawk-eye vision, Lu Mingfei saw Su Lin slip a transparent crystal card? into his own doppelgänger?

What the hell is he doing now?

Shhh—

“My eyes!” Lu Mingfei felt only white—endless, boundless white.

When he recovered, Su Lin had already descended the mountain, staring at him with a strange expression.

“What were you doing?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing!” Lu Mingfei rubbed his eyes, annoyed. “Did you just use a flash grenade…?”

“Just ran an experiment.” Su Lin said nothing more. “Ready? Open the portal.”

Lu Mingfei pulled out the Cross-Domain Talisman; a portal appeared instantly.

“Anything else?” Lu Mingfei asked, watching Su Lin scan the surroundings.

After checking all his gear, Su Lin suddenly remembered one thing.

Wasn’t Water Mirror Peak also one of his system items?!

He tossed a flying sword at Lu Mingfei’s feet. “Wait a moment—step on it first.”

After all, Lu Mingfei hadn’t learned any cultivation techniques, couldn’t even fly—like Zhang Wuji who’d mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art but lacked martial skills.

Lu Mingfei stepped onto the sword, confused. Before he could ask, the entire Water Mirror Peak vanished. A freezing, violent wind from ten thousand meters up slapped his face, making him uncomfortable.

Su Lin hovered beside him, hands clasped behind his back. “Let’s go.”

Lu Mingfei’s eyes widened—he finally realized Su Lin had taken the entire immortal peak away.

“Bro! You don’t have to do that! I can still afford the hotel!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

Su Lin controlled the flying sword, guiding Lu Mingfei into the portal.

“But I’m an illegal in your world.”

The two entered the portal high above, one behind the other.

Nearby, a night flight glided slowly through the sky.

A little boy on his first plane ride stared out the window, watching the clouds below and the crescent moon above, the stars densely scattered across the night sky, making him feel like he’d stepped into a fairy tale.

His parents smiled at the sight.

“Daddy, there really are gods up there!” the boy happily told his father.

The thirty-something man sipped orange juice from a paper cup and laughed. “Silly kid, there aren’t any gods up there…”

“GODS!!!”

His shout startled many passengers dozing from jet lag.

The flight attendant called down the aisle: “Sir, please be quiet—it’s late at night.”

“Really! There are gods! Two of them! One’s a sword immortal! Look!” The man pointed out the window—two silhouettes above the clouds, one hovering, the other standing on a flying sword.

The flight attendant was about to scold him for causing a disturbance—this would lead to complaints.

But then, gasps erupted throughout the cabin.

“Gods!”

“Sword immortal! Fly closer! Divine fortune, aaaaaah!!!”

“Li Xiaoyao! Is that you, Li Xiaoyao?!”

“Pilot! Fly over there!”

“Gods, don’t go!”

Just as passengers pulled out their phones to take photos, the two figures vanished without a trace—only the cabin’s disappointed murmurs remained.

Soon after, the plane landed at Rongcheng Airport.

“Huh? Why is my phone still without signal?”

As the cabin door opened, a dozen men in military uniforms filed in.

“Everyone, turn off your phones immediately!”

In the Dragon Clan world, Su Lin, awkwardly squeezed into a bathroom stall with Lu Mingfei, raised an eyebrow—his system had just notified him his points had increased slightly, just one point, but it had increased.

His heart tightened; he cursed under his breath: Japan-style, never offline.

He scanned the bathroom with his spiritual sense but found no camera he suspected.

“Strange…”

“That Su Lin… could you please step out…?” Lu Mingfei squatted on the toilet lid, face flushed, asking the man before him.

“Oh, take your time, I’ll wait outside.” Su Lin opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

“That’s not what I meant!”