Chapter 751: NO.120: He Has Reason to Suspect He Was 80'ed

NO. 120: He has reason to suspect he was 80'ed.

That day, in the hotel, he dealt with the two Ultramen from before, and the next day he arrived at an apartment seven hundred meters from Tressen.

No need to doubt, Sai Luo and Jie De are hardly patient and quiet people; their combined age is 5,943 years, a number that even in the Ultraman world is hard to call adult.

Even if the enlightened Ultraman elders don't define others by age, they had long regarded Sai Luo as a reliable junior—but that doesn't hinder his astonishingly vigorous energy.

As for Jie De, no further words are needed.

Chao Cang Lu is a truly young person; at 22 years old, he is still a college student by human standards.

As everyone knows, the identity of a college student is often far from the word 'mature'.

Even more so than high school students.

After all, high schoolers are always especially sensitive in their psychological stage, often easily and deeply aware of the gap between themselves and adults.

This often makes them resist growing up, yet at least it thereby reveals an intuitive problem.

But college students are not the same.

They have already reached the age of adulthood, and are exposed to knowledge and social spheres previously unimaginable; they often consider themselves to have touched society's edge, even to have become members of society, becoming part of the 'adults'.

On the surface they do indeed blend in, which also lets them cover up a problem or two when it arises, so it isn't noticed right away.

And this gives the problem itself a chance to develop, often allowing them to pull off some intense, hardcore stunts.

Of course, Chao Cang Lu is not such a 'college student'.

Relying on alien technology, he once tried swapping identities with a middle-aged office worker for a day—just one day, and it didn't let him start from scratch; the breathless work pace and required skills likewise left him flustered.

What looks like a simple, ordinary life conceals pressures that only adults handle.

Put another way, once you begin to encounter those pressures, even to contend with them for a long time, you are undoubtedly already an adult.

Aomo is clearly such an 'adult'.

He prematurely encountered the worries of firewood, rice, oil, and salt, prematurely faced the crisis of electricity, water, and property fees, and had to scramble for his pocket money.

Morrison, who never did any financial planning, could at one point only afford Aomo's lodging and tuition; even his living expenses were at the bare minimum, forcing Aomo to find extra ways to cover miscellaneous school fees—before he resolved to 'seize' household authority, anyone would have thought Aomo was being abused by his foster father.

It's rather sad.

The sadness lies in the fact that Morrison never had the intention to abuse him; the cause of all this is merely Morrison's own unhealthy lifestyle habits, and his utter lack of preparation for raising multiple sons.

Or rather.

Preparation for the fact that 'his world would gain one more person'.

For a vampire accustomed to bachelorhood, and who had kept it up for dozens of years nearing a century, this was only natural, so the young Aomo back then harbored no resentment toward his foster father at all.

However, grievances and dissatisfaction had accumulated considerably, and these accumulations were precisely the key that led him one day to resolve to take charge.

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"Well, that's about it, Mr. Chao..."

Aomo calmly watched the apple peel in his hand, continuously lengthening, with stable shape and uniform thickness, while at the doorway behind him a middle-school girl was pacing back and forth inside the house.

"Hmm, a reverse bow sha," said the girl, who resembled a pleasant-looking Sai Luo standing beside him, her gaze subtly appraising as she murmured, then she opened the window to peek upward and turned her head back, "... there's even a corner sha..."

"O Great Dragon God, can I help the trainer's friends? They seem not to trust me, especially that uncle next door—his look is so fierce..."

"..."

Aomo, silently peeling the apple peel, continued: "It's just that, lacking parental guidance since childhood, it can only make you sufficiently self-reliant, not sufficiently mature, because the pressure isn't enough."

"Pressure?"

Watching Aomo set aside the entire serpentine coil of apple peel, Chao Cang Lu instinctively felt it was wasteful, clearly an apple with its skin can be eaten.

"Just as my foster father's personal habits brought me many inconveniences, when you bear greater pressure, and that pressure is bound by responsibility, you will have to push yourself, learning many skills you still lack and cultivating abilities you still don't possess."

"Simply put, you still aren't pushing yourself hard enough, and perhaps... you haven't found the right way to learn."

Aomo smiled, taking the fruit sliced into eight wedges and mixing it with the previously cut apple slices, arranging them into a crowded, overlapping fruit platter.

Then he pushed it to the center of the table.

Meanwhile, the young Lu watching his action hesitated in thought: "The way to learn..."

He then lifted his eyes to meet the gaze, his facial muscles moving into an utterly clueless, embarrassed smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Like knowledge summarized by a system, a plan specifically tailored for a certain scenario—what it specifically refers to…" Aomo's words paused, then he raised his hand to call over a few people in the distance: "Xiao Lin Li Qi, universe, Iga Li Mr., come over for some fruit."

"Received, nutritional supplement."

"Ah, fruit?" Sai Luo, still staring at Xiao Lin Li Qi, turned his head in surprise; it was clear he cared somewhat about the middle-school girl's feng shui theory, although this might also be because his game console was still charging—"I don't need any."

"Being picky about food isn't good."

Last night Aomo showed off his cooking skills, and this guy ate it quite happily, showing his appetite is still there.

Not far from his uncle Tero.

But he seems not to like eating fruit.

"I also don't need human nutritional balance, right?"

"... That's also true."

That statement is indeed correct, making Aomo fall silent for a moment, with no intention to persuade further, merely turning his gaze to Xiao Lin Li Qi, who obviously had something to say.

"Do you need red fish scales and ritual body salt?" he asked, causing the other to startle.

"It's not a problem of that sort; rather, this reverse bow sha caused by the terrain on the outside of a bend requires placing an elephant-shaped instrument or a pair of stone lions in an auspicious position—if the trainer finds it hard to obtain, I can help contact someone, but..."

"It probably isn't just reverse bow sha, right?"

"Eh? Trainer, you actually understand feng shui?" The girl suddenly clasped her hands, the white hair flying up on her forehead fluttering like the surprise on her face.

"No, I don't."

"No, you were just muttering earlier, and even praying to the Ren Dragon..."

"Trainer really doesn't need to be modest, ah, right! There's also the top-center sha and corner sha, because your household's entrance directly hits a lamppost, a big tree, and a road sign, the eaves also have a sharp mailbox, so you need to hang a convex mirror at the window; a gourd works too, but of course the best effect is actually a copper qilin."

The girl chatted nonstop, leaving Chao Cang Lu, who was holding fruit nearby, feeling a bit dazed; looking at Mr. Lindon's focused expression, then turning to see the earnest blonde horse girl, he couldn't help but scratch his head.

As for feng shui, he never believed in it since childhood while living on Earth, yet strangely, the friends from the Land of Light all believe in it wholeheartedly—whether it's Sai Luo or Zeta, just like now:

"What a hassle, Jie De—this house you found has so many problems!"

"I don't feel any truth in this at all, and what are these evil energies? Is feng shui in this world really real?"

"Feng shui is definitely real; I heard an Ultraman from another universe mention it."

"Top-center evil makes the body unhealthy, reverse-bow evil makes one irritable and prone to injury, inviting misfortune; corner evil harms family members' health, likewise causing injury and financial loss." Aomo, who had suddenly barged into the telepathy chat room, explained.

This also made Xiao Lu widen his eyes: "Mr. Lindon really believes… uh, understands this?"

"I don't understand, but I do believe a bit, after all I know someone who is an incarnation of a dragon vein."

Aomo, still listening attentively, spoke up to the two Ultramen, hearing Xiao Lin Li Qi's words: "Then hang the talisman at the door… well, the talisman is made from the two materials you mentioned plus sea‑cloud stone."

We still need a bit of gold… Great Dragon God, how am I supposed to get gold…

"Isn't gold still needed?"

"You even know that?!" Xiao Lin Li Qi exclaimed in shock, then patted his chest, "Actually, as long as the infused dragon‑vein power from the consecration is sufficient, it can make up for any shortage of materials."

"Not only objects guide the flow of qi; people are also part of feng shui!"

"If that's the case, then the cost…"

"No, no, no, there's no cost—I couldn't possibly take your money; the favor I received from seeing the Great Dragon God is something I can never repay, so please rest assured! If you're not prepared to gather these qi‑regulating items, I'll handle everything for you!"

"Well… I can get a mirror or gourd myself." The images of Suzi and Miss Ling flashed in his mind, and Aomo did not decline the other's offer to take care of everything.

Properly accepting goodwill is also part of how one conducts oneself, especially when you owe someone a favor.

Unsolicited kindness, small favors are still appreciated, but great kindness and virtue merely add pressure.

"Alright, then I'll prepare the neutralizing items for top‑center evil and reverse‑bow evil… right… Trainer Mr.," the little Feng Shui Master's eyes showed some hesitation as he looked at Aomo, then at the New Universe, Chao Cang Lu, and Sai Luo, "I still want to remind everyone, especially those two gentlemen… uh, are those two gentlemen the owners of the house?"

The two Ultramen exchanged a glance, then Sai Luo spoke: "It's not really being the owner, just renting for half a year—what's up?"

"Five Elements: Thunderbolt Fire—suitable for renovation, bathing, sacrifices; avoid other matters, lay roads; if moving house, it's actually better after two days, and the 11th is the day of the Bright Hall deity!"

"What does that mean?" Sai Luo turned his head to look at Aomo.

"It just means suitable for moving house—this is probably what the almanac says," Aomo shrugged. "Thunderbolt Fire represents heat, dryness, upward energy; it overcomes metal and produces earth, but neither of you is metal… uh…"

He saw Xiao Lin Li Qi continually giving him glances, that gaze undoubtedly pointing to the Imperial Crown Prince.

This also made his eyes show a hint of uncertainty.

"Mr. Lindon?" Chao Cang Lu, being stared at like that, felt a bit creeped out.

"Why don't you go out for a walk? Mr. Chao, get familiar with the surroundings."

"In this heavy rain?" The disbeliever of feng shui, Chao Cang Lu, looked out at the raindrops.

"Precisely because it's a heavy rain, it might actually get better."