"Well said," Li Kunlun finished his chocolate and glanced toward the spot where the monster had died.
The monster reappeared on the spot.
It was only a few ters in size, lying on the ground motionless, seemingly dead already.
"I turned it into one made of rubber," Li Kunlun said in a low voice.
"How do you explain the flas coming out from under its feet?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"I had installed alcohol in advance, set to ignite on a tir—a cheap special effect," Li Kunlun explained.
Wu Xiaode finally caught on.
This Li Kunlun, not only had his mories from his past life awakened but he still possessed the mories of more than a decade in the current world, naturally knowing how to deal with difficulties in this world.
Wu Xiaode breathed a long sigh of relief.
It was only now that he had the ti to look at the lines of ice crystal small characters on the Book of the Dead:
"The body has completed its final synchronization."
"The Ancestor Spirit has left your body, returning to the Spirit Realm."
"You have received the teachings of the ancient Ancestor Spirit."
"You have begun to master the Swordsmanship of the mysterious Flying Sword:"
"Long Moon Sparse Shadow."
"Note: Initiating this sword skill requires at least 20 points of Soul Power with no upper limit. The more Soul Power, the stronger the power, up to the heavens cleaving and earth splitting."
"By this fateful encounter, you’ve obtained a technique of the Sword Immortal Secret Skill."
"You have begun to master the preliminary sword techniques that precede this swordsmanship. If you practice diligently, you will be well on your way in the art of swordsmanship."
Flying Sword—
So, there really is such a thing as a Flying Sword!
Wu Xiaode exclaid with a sigh, reaching out to grab sothing only to realize he didn’t have a Sword Artifact.
The sword had gone back with the spirit.
A sense of loss arose in Wu Xiaode’s heart.
...
"Perhaps it won’t be long before we can’t hide it anymore."
"Still, we must at least wait half a month—half a month until the crops are harvested. This is a crucial half a month!"
"It will also take about ten days to equip the new batch of gear to the army."
"In any case, we must drag this out a little longer!"
Behind the screen.
The others listened quietly to the ministers’ discussion.
Until finally—
The Emperor exclaid loudly,
"Alright, go find solutions. We must delay further. Before the crops are stored, try not to reveal the truth as much as possible."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The ministers all left the location.
Zhao Zhibing made a gesture, leading Li Kunlun and Zhao Junyu, Xiao Baihong out from behind the screen.
The Emperor asked, "Little Wu, how are things with you?"
Wu Xiaode’s holographic image appeared in mid-air, looking at everyone.
—The threat of the Holy Sect was still a major concern to him.
After all, Xia Huilan was just an ordinary person.
At the mont, he sat outside the special care ward of the Royal Hospital, together with Xia Ni.
Xia Huilan was deeply invested in designing new chas, utterly oblivious to everything outside.
Wu Xiaode was stationed outside, communicating with the others via holographic image.
"Reporting to Your Majesty,"
"I’ve arranged another live broadcast, specifically explaining that rubber monster and the issues with holographic effects."
Wu Xiaode continued, "Oh, I had that rubber monster dragged to the amusent park in Dongjin City. It’s free of charge, saying it’s a promotion for a sci-fi blockbuster—this dispelled even more doubts."
"Online sentint has temporarily cald down, but we can’t afford any incidents lately," the Emperor mused.
"Going forward, you all need to consider tonight’s matter; you must make it back alive," Zhao Junyu said.
Everyone fell silent.
It was already six in the evening.
There were only six hours left before the trip to the parallel world.
Wu Xiaode thought of Qian Mingkui.
He looked at Zhao Junyu and said, "As for Elder Qian..."
Zhao Junyu said, "I have already prepared a Space Transmission Device for him, he will return to that place."
Wu Xiaode nodded slightly.
Qian Mingkui had his own opportunities, and it wasn’t good for the rest of them to follow along.
If that giant eagle saw strangers and beca hostile, it would be undesirable.
From the throne, the emperor’s voice sounded again:
"I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but I have entrusted five nuclear bombs to the heads of your S-level club, hoping you can make good use of them in the parallel world."
Wu Xiaode’s expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at Zhao Zhibing with the corner of his eye.
This young girl pretended to be uninvolved and just listened quietly.
At present, she wasn’t stepping forward, Xiao Baihong was also beside her giggling foolishly, his mind elsewhere.
It seed it was up to him to respond to the emperor’s words.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Wu Xiaode said with a fist salute.
"Parallel world? What are you talking about?" Li Kunlun asked.
"I was just about to tell you, after all, you need to go tonight as well," Wu Xiaode picked out so key points and briefly went over the situation.
Li Kunlun listened carefully and his expression beca serious, "If that’s the case, please arrange for to eat imdiately."
Everyone was taken aback.
"Does your ability require eating to be activated?" Zhao Zhibing asked.
"It’s not like that, but I’m too weak right now. I need to eat in order to accumulate Soul Power, use abilities, and increase the limit of my Soul Power," Li Kunlun said.
"Just by eating?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Yes," Li Kunlun said.
"That’s aweso!" everyone exclaid in unison.
To beco stronger just by eating.
Who wouldn’t envy that!
No wonder in the Otherworld, people specifically co down to the prison to snatch his abilities!
Li Kunlun, however, looked sowhat anxious.
He spoke up, "You’d better bring sothing to eat right away—after all, tonight’s situation is actually different from what you think."
"I have already ordered takeout, it should arrive soon," the emperor said.
"You’re not going to treat to a state banquet or sothing?" Li Kunlun asked.
"The takeout is to fend off hunger, the state banquet is being prepared, and I hear you used to be an emperor," the emperor said with interest.
Everyone looked at Li Kunlun.
Li Kunlun was only sixteen years old, but at this mont he had the mature deanor of one who had seen the world.
"Yes, I once ruled the most dazzling empire within a star nebula, but now I have beco a prisoner," he said with a calm tone.
"I have so dilemmas, can you help out with advice?" the emperor asked.
"With the help of everyone, I can continue to live—so don’t stand on ceremony, please tell ," Li Kunlun said.
"There are several families in my country that have joined the Cult, always causing trouble, which is quite irritating; do you have any way to deal with them?" the emperor asked.
"Just kill them," Li Kunlun said.
"They’re major families, extensive and complex, disturbing one might disturb the whole body," the emperor said.
"Major families? Then exterminate nine kinships, behead them at the ridian Gate, pile their heads into a Corpse Pile as an example to others," Li Kunlun said.
"Is that really okay? I still want to leave a good na in history, and right now I only have power over information," the emperor said hesitantly.
"What does reputation matter? You should know, the major families are all very fat," Li Kunlun said in a low voice, hinting with a "you know what I an" tone.
"Fat..." the emperor pondered, resting his chin on his hand.
"Stop playing around, be careful not to overdo it; kill those who should be killed, skin those who should be skinned, don’t you see what ti it is now?" Li Kunlun said.
"I can only gradually eradicate them, religion is too crazy, I’m afraid they’ll drag too many people down with them," the emperor sighed.
"Better a short pain than a long one," Li Kunlun said coldly.
"Hmm..." the emperor fell back into thought.
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