Chapter 194: Purple Qi Comes from the East—Just Like That!

Golden‑brown and crispy, Crunch!

Su Ming ate it with gusto.

Like a producer supervising a set, watching the "open‑book exam" on stage blaze with activity.

Pang Tong was already fully in the zone.

This Phoenix Chick Sir, who once calculated the heavens before Luofeng Po…

Now has both sleeves rolled up high, and somehow a wooden stick appeared in his hand.

He darted back and forth among the remaining altars, spitting saliva everywhere.

"Dream Butterfly! That altar that wants 'Reality', stop memorizing the official histories!"

Pang Tong jabbed the wooden stick, pointing straight at the weak spot, wishing iron could become steel.

"Who writes history? The victors! You want the truth restored? This altar won't care about you!"

"What you need to do is write and create in the voice of a Usurper—just like those online marketing accounts that will do anything for clicks!"

"The logic must be self‑consistent, the story melodramatic, and it must have that murderous, heart‑rending punch! Got it?"

"Unofficial histories may not be true, but they must be wild enough—and still historical!"

Dream Butterfly's eyes lit up instantly.

Marketing‑account logic?

She knows that well!

Women, after all—who doesn't love gossip that flips one's worldview upside down?

Her furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and she launched a tear‑filled, impassioned accusation at the altar!

On the other side.

"Ling Xi girl, stop listening foolishly!"

Pang Tong turned, tapped the edge of the altar that demanded Emotion.

"This thing is a logical trap! What's both existent and non‑existent?"

"Isn't that… the Schrödinger's cat thing shown on that tablet?!"

"You can't hear the boundary between life and death, but you can listen to the Observation man's heartbeat!"

"As long as there's Observation, the Superposition State collapses!"

"It's like a Bug Exploit in a game—don't keep trying to brute‑force; learn to exploit rule loopholes!"

"Learn to analogize and maximize your advantage!"

Ling Xi nodded half‑understanding, a hint of shock appearing in her eyes.

This… is really an elder from a thousand years ago?!

"Gulu—!"

Su Ming took a mouthful of red bean paste and exhaled comfortably.

That's the benefit of taking your brain outside.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Refreshing!

If he were here now, he'd probably only think about how to take down ten at once.

He doesn't have the time or energy to untangle these winding puzzles.

"I don't know if there'll be a chance later to invite the Chancellor back down the mountain!"

In the corner.

Just now, the awe‑inspiring, golden‑light‑radiating Jing Zhe.

Now clutching his ears and scratching his face, frantic like an ant on a hot pan.

The altar before him…

Demands "a biography of a person who never existed".

This assignment…

Is practically a death sentence!

If you let her stab people with a gun, she could stab out a flower.

Let her do literary creation?

Jing Zhe tightly gripped the blank bamboo slip Pang Tong handed him.

He didn't look like he was about to write.

Rather, he seemed to hold a slab, ready to slam it onto the altar's "brain gate".

"Write… write what the heck!"

Jing Zhe strained for a long time, his face turning pork‑liver colored, finally looking pleadingly at Pang Tong.

Pang Tong's mouth twitched, then he sighed heavily.

"Fine, a warrior must have a warrior's enlightenment!"

"Girl, stop inventing talented scholars and beauties."

"Just write a lunatic like Du Gu Prison Bai, who practiced only one sword, slashing through three days of nine realms!"

"In the end, unable to find an opponent, he could only stand on a mountain top, feel the cold wind, and die in melancholy."

"The character is old‑fashioned, but… it wins by being simple and brutal, so the feedback should be good."

"Oh, I can do that!"

Invincible Style!

She knows it well!

Jing Zhe instantly revived at full health, seized the bamboo scroll and started wild cursive.

Time passed second by second.

As Mr. Pang Tong chattered on, strange phenomena kept appearing throughout the Shu Music Hall.

Buzz—!

Buzz—!

Beams of light shot upward, illuminating the once dim theater in a bizarre, kaleidoscopic glow.

At the same time, Su Ming had just finished eating and drinking.

Looking out.

Pure One Suit, all purple light.

Incredibly bizarre, all of Epic quality.

Yet in the end, there was no that heart‑pounding golden hue.

"Ah…"

Beside them, Meng Die looked at the object in their hand.

Joy?

Perhaps a little.

But more so, it was still loss.

After all, with the jewels ahead, Jing Zhe's golden light was too dazzling.

Su Ming's expression remained calm; he leisurely pulled out a napkin, wiped his mouth, and saw through their thoughts.

"Alright, stop making mournful faces one by one, as if you lost money."

He stood up, stretched lazily, and his bones cracked all over.

"Did you really think golden light was like a big cabbage, everywhere on the street?"

"I and Awakening of Insects can produce gold because we have high compatibility, enough madness, enough purity!"

"Awakening of Insects used her martial core to harshly wake that feigning‑asleep altar; that is her Dao."

"As for the rest…"

Su Ming shook his head, his tone icy.

"These altars themselves demand Intellectual Duel and Sophistry."

"You solved the problem, but that was fed to you by Mr. Pang Tong, not something you realized on your own."

"Lacking that soul resonance, being able to emit purple light is already the result of the master's god‑like methods and forced Bug Exploit."

"If it were someone else... not to mention purple light, they'd probably even suspend blue sky and white clouds!"

"Who knows, maybe they'd produce black light and feed themselves as if it were a ready‑made meal!"

After speaking, Su Ming stepped forward and patted Pang Tong's shoulder.

"Sir, thank you for your effort."

Pang Tong slightly bowed, his face bearing that signature modest smile.

"Lord, your praise is misplaced; it's merely going with the flow."

"These few young ladies, however, have decent comprehension; a little goes a long way."

Su Ming smiled and stopped dwelling on the matter.

"Since the items were produced by you, they belong to you."

"Honestly, I'm rather greedy, but I don't snatch my own people's livelihood."

The three girls heard that and shivered together.

"Lord Xie, a reward!"

Su Ming raised his hand and checked the time.

3:50 PM.

Time still seemed plentiful.

"Return to the manor!"

"Yes!"

At Su Ming's command, everyone departed.

The black sedan started again, smoothly traveling on the road toward the Tea Garden.

The cabin was quiet.

Pang Tong continued studying the tablet.

Awakening of Insects and Ling Xi sat in the back row.

The two huddled together, murmuring about their recent insights.

Although Su Ming kept his eyes closed, his consciousness did not rest.

A thought stirred, and he plunged directly into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

Now this folded dimensional space…

A dazzling array!

Just the rows of items emitting various colored lights would make any major faction at this stage turn green with envy to the point of vomiting blood.

Blue, purple, and gold items aside.

Han Soul Unquiet Flag, Mortal White Face, Soul Dagger, Mountain River Suppressing Jade Belt, Battle Soul Immortal Gun…

Two characters—

Invincible!

And inside the 【Wood Cow Flowing Horse】, he had also stockpiled quite a lot of daily supplies.

And, the 【Golden House】 gave him that supreme card.

"I originally just wanted to rest properly, not to toss around anymore……"

"But when I think that there's still 【Zero Yuan Purchase】, such a happy thing waiting for me in this world, this feeling……"

"It suddenly isn't appealing anymore!"

Su Ming's lips curled up.

He's going to go stock up!

Can I just casually take items below purple quality?

Does he seem like a polite person?!

This is his logistics supply station!

If I don't go clear their inventory for them, I'd be sorry for their sincerity in giving me the card!

At the same time.

Mengdie, who was driving, glanced at the Su Ming in a good mood through the rearview mirror, wanting to speak but hesitating.

"Just say it if you have something, don't hem and haw."

Mengdie gripped the steering wheel and organized her thoughts.

King, there's something…… concerning that Lady Magu.

"Huh?!"

Su Ming slightly raised his head.

"【Magu】?"

That V-type Calamity that had submitted to him, ever since being brought back, has just been left in the Jin Se Tea Garden as a mascot.

He was busy running around, busy solving puzzles, and hadn't really had time to attend to her.

"This guy……"

"Something's wrong?!"