Chapter 21: Life Isn

When Luo Jie returned to the room where Mu Wanhqing was staying.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Mu Wanhqing sitting quietly beside the bed, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

Oh, Itachi’re being well-behaved, didn’t run away.

Obviously, Itachi just can’t bear to leave my handsome face.

Luo Jie raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Itachi’re sensible enough not to try running.”

Mu Wanhqing snorted coldly and turned her head away.

She thought to herself.

If it weren’t for my serious injuries, my sluggish limbs, I’d have slipped away long ago—why would I still be here listening to your lectures?

After a moment, Mu Wanhqing turned back and asked on her own: “What’s going on outside?”

She added: “Where exactly am I?”

Mu Wanhqing’s voice was cold, yet carried an air of finality.

Hm?

Luo Jie perked up.

Time for the show.

Time to recount my heroic rescue of the damsel.

So Luo Jie walked over to a nearby chair, sat down slowly, and spoke with calm composure: “Itachi’re currently in the Wuliang Sword Sect.”

“As for outside, it was just Ye Erniang and Yunzhonghe paying a visit.”

“But I’ve already taken care of them.”

Luo Jie spoke as if he’d disposed of two insignificant ants.

“Itachi? Alone?”

Mu Wanhqing’s eyes flickered with doubt as she sized him up, her tone brimming with skepticism.

“Hmph, Itachi never speak the truth.”

“Ye Erniang and Yunzhonghe are both well-known in the Jianghu—especially Yunzhonghe, whose lightness skill is peerless, even surpassing Tian Bohuang, the infamous lecher.”

“Even if they couldn’t defeat Itachi, capturing them wouldn’t be easy.”

“Itachi say Itachi killed them—do Itachi really expect me to believe that?”

Mu Wanhqing tilted her head slightly, her gaze laced with mockery.

Then she paused, glanced at Luo Jie, and continued: “Besides, the Wuliang Sword Sect is a lowly sect—how could it possibly attract the Four Evils?”

Luo Jie paid no mind to Mu Wanhqing’s words.

He, Luo Xiaolangjun, had always been honest and reliable—even if others didn’t believe him, he didn’t care.

After all…

Justice resides in the heart!

But Mu Wanhqing was right about one thing.

His Wuliang Sword Sect truly was lowly.

In the future, when he walked the Jianghu, revealing his sect’s origin would be truly embarrassing.

The one blemish on his life!

Sigh.

To have such a (future) Jianghu top-tier as the young master.

The Wuliang Sword Sect’s fortune is truly great.

Luo Jie leaned forward slightly, hands resting on his knees, his eyes fixed intently on Mu Wanhqing’s.

“Believe it or not—it’s the truth.”

“The Wuliang Sword Sect may be ordinary, but I, Luo, am no ordinary man—I will carve out my place in the Jianghu.”

…

Deep night, all was silent.

Luo Jie lay on his bed, breathing steadily, his consciousness sinking slowly into sleep.

In a daze, he felt the world spin wildly, then found himself inside the Gray Hall.

As the thick gray mist slowly dispersed, the surroundings grew clear.

Luo Jie instinctively glanced around, his gaze landing on the seats on either side.

But the seats were empty—not a single figure in sight.

No one?

Just me?

That shouldn’t be.

The Young Hero Luo Jie’s face showed a hint of confusion.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from nearby.

“Over here.”

The Young Hero Luo Jie spun around and saw several figures huddled in the corner, apparently engaged in heated discussion.

Upon closer look, the one who called out was Hokage Luo Jie.

“Why sit in the corner like a sneak when there are chairs?”

As the Young Hero Luo Jie walked toward them, he couldn’t help but complain:

“Are Itachi hiding something from me?”

Huang Mao Luo Jie chuckled.

“Itachi wouldn’t understand—it’s about atmosphere.”

The Young Hero Luo Jie shook his head and said nothing more, joining their discussion.

“Huh?”

“Did your little fire dragon evolve?”

The Pokémon Luo Jie before him was no longer a Charmander—he had become a Charmeleon.

His body had grown more muscular, the flame on his tail burning fiercer.

Before Pokémon Luo Jie could speak, Hokage Luo Jie interrupted with a laugh:

“That’s right—it’s no longer a Tail-Flame Baby Dragon.”

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Pokémon Luo Jie on the head, a teasing grin on his face.

Pokémon Luo Jie let out a low growl, the sound brimming with offended fury.

He shrieked in outrage, flailing his tiny claws, ready to settle the score with Hokage Luo Jie.

Hokage Luo Jie laughed heartily, dodging and weaving, the two of them tumbling about in the corner.

Sigh—no matter how much they fought, the one who always got hurt was “himself.”

After the commotion, the Young Hero Luo Jie began counting heads.

His gaze swept over everyone present, silently tallying.

Including himself, there were five Luo Jies—no problem…

Of course there was a problem.

Pirate Luo Jie was nowhere to be seen.

Pirate Luo Jie stood over three meters tall—a giant like that would be impossible to miss in this hall.

The Young Hero Luo Jie scanned the room again, finally fixing his gaze on the unfamiliar Luo Jie.

The Newcomer Luo Jie wore a black hoodie, looked about seventeen or eighteen, radiating youthful energy.

Judging by his attire, he was likely like Huang Mao Luo Jie—transmigrated into a modern urban world.

“Where are Itachi from?”

The Young Hero Luo Jie stepped forward and asked bluntly.

The Newcomer Luo Jie cleared his throat: “I am Luo Jie, from Dongmu City, still a student, my hobbies are avoiding nuclear explosions and gas poisoning…”

Before he could finish, the Young Hero Luo Jie reached out and touched him.

Instantly, a flood of memories surged into the Young Hero Luo Jie’s mind.

Correct!

The Newcomer Luo Jie—or rather, Student Luo Jie.

He had transmigrated into the highly nuclear Dongmu City, becoming an ordinary Dongmu citizen.

As is well known, Dongmu City, as an utterly ordinary small town, everything was perfectly ordinary.

Yet in this ordinary place, strange incidents occurred frequently.

For example, a man in blue spandex died on the street; a woman in bizarre attire invaded a school and was subdued by a teacher.

Children went missing; mass gas poisoning wasn’t rare; even large-scale nuclear explosions weren’t impossible.

Yet even in such a brutal survival environment, the diligent and brave citizens of Dongmu were undeterred.

They carried on as usual.

After all, life isn’t just nuclear explosions right before Itachi—it’s poetry and distant gas leaks!

(End of Chapter)