Li Quangui instinctively shouted out the essence of the country, not caring that he was filming a short video.
His eyes widened, staring ahead.
The affairs of the Different World were creating a huge commotion worldwide.
Dostically, people naturally did not want to miss out on the excitent.
Various qigong techniques were being revived, truly reminiscent of the qigong craze of the 1990s.
The elderly people at the square dances stopped dancing and switched to practicing various qigong.
They caused quite a stir, but in truth, there was no concrete dostic incident related to the Different World.
Instead, a bunch of rumor-spreading internet celebrities and self-proclaid master scamrs were educated by the authorities, so even ending up in jail.
Those attempting to ride the wave of attention were struck down heavily by the authorities, who even personally debunked myths, explaining which qigong practices were beneficial to health and which were outright scams.
There were also so sarcastic people saying that dostic ignorance and backwardness caused the Different World to overlook them while foreign places, being advanced and civilized, attracted communication with the Different World, hence the need for reflection.
Their examples included but were not limited to Tokyo in Japan, New York in the United States, Los Angeles, xico, and the Middle East.
Not all those claims were entirely true, but indeed, so did seem authentic to the point where they couldn't be disputed.
Li Quangui did not expect this.
He was rely trying to film a short video at the British Museum and ended up recording sothing related to the Different World—no, wait, this person couldn't possibly be from the Different World.
Li Quangui observed the other person dressed in Hanfu from head to toe, exuding an ethereal immortality.
"Immortal, please take as your disciple."
Li Quangui shouted, wanting to step forward but hesitated for fear of disturbing the immortal. He withdrew his raised foot to the ground, caught between the decision of whether or not to kneel.
After all, he didn't know what kind of temperant the immortal had. Would kneeling make him seem too obsequious?
Yet not kneeling—would that show a lack of sincerity?
Deeply conflicted, Li Quangui couldn't decide what to do.
Aozawa opened his palm, using telekinesis to retrieve the Lei Tool Sword from a distance, grasping it, and infusing it with the powerful resonance extracted from a bank vault.
After all, being an ancient artifact, it needed a couple of waves of fortification lest it break during the sword mastery.
Then, he activated the Power of Enlightening.
In an instant, he reconstructed the sword based on his impression of the Xihe Sword.
The rust and age-induced weathering vanished, with the shape greatly altered.
The blade turned crimson, like flas entwining around it.
The hilt inlaid with a red gemstone, the bronze handle engraved with mysterious runes.
Aozawa held the Xihe Sword.
"Immortal, please accept as your disciple!"
Witnessing this miraculous scene, Li Quangui, disregarding everything, knelt directly.
He banged his head on the ground, longing to step into the immortal realm, to cure the series of symptoms caused by his kidney deficiency, such as tinnitus.
Bang, bang—such was the noise of his bowing, it drew the attention of so tourists, who gathered, staring at Aozawa and the kowtowing Li Quangui.
They looked bewildered, wondering if the two were filming so kind of script?
Wait, sothing seed off about the display case glass.
Keen observers noticed that the glass of the display case rolled up like a paper scroll.
Aozawa made no response, simply swinging the sword forward.
He had previously made contact with the British Museum, and under his control, parts of the buildings spiraled and exploded.
Rumble!
A spacious circular passage opened up between here and the outside.
Sunlight shone directly down the passage, with fine dust swirling in the light, seemingly alive, deliberately avoiding Aozawa.
The tourists witnessing this were dumbfounded, feeling only that the man who had earlier knelt and worshipped was entirely correct—indeed, a true immortal had descended.
Aozawa released the sword's hilt, and as the Xihe Sword spun in mid-air, he floated upward, the sword's body against his feet, then ascended into the sky in the next instant.
Because of the onlookers, Aozawa refrained from using supersonic speed, so as not to deafen them. Only after reaching a height of about a hundred ters did he rapidly accelerate.
Rumble!
The loud sonic boom echoed far above London.
Unaffected, Aozawa entered the state of Schrodinger's Cat, immune to winds exceeding the sound barrier, without even a corner of his garnt fluttering.
"Sword Immortal!"
Li Quangui let out a heart-wrenching cry, despairing that he missed becoming an immortal disciple—what about his kidney deficiency?
In his brief despair, he suddenly rembered how precious the short video he had recorded was.
Li Quangui quickly rose, stopped recording, then drafted a title, "Shocked: Huaxia Immortal Wakes After Many Years, First Action Is To Retake Immortal Sword From British Museum."
Subsequently, he clicked to upload the video.
By this ti, the surrounding tourists had snapped out of their shock.
"Was that really an immortal?! Amazing, does anyone know which dynasty that outfit belongs to?"
"Seems like the Tang Dynasty." "No, clearly Han Dynasty." "I think it's Song Dynasty attire."
"Was that sword energy just now?" "How could a Sword Immortal use such a low-tier technique as sword energy—it was clearly a sword technique."
"Do you think I haven't read xianxia novels?"
Amidst their clamor, Li Quangui's mind was bewildered, feeling as though he were back in his ho country, rather than at the British Museum.
And then, soone stealthily approached.
That action snapped Li Quangui back to reality—being a long-ti novel reader, he naturally understood what the other intended to do, "You brat, trying to monopolize the immortal aura?"
He imdiately started running forward.
The others didn't understand why, but seeing the two move ahead, they all ran forward too, not wanting to miss out on anything.
...
Quickly, the incident in the Han Dynasty exhibit spread through the British Museum.
With such commotion, it was hard to keep it a secret.
A heavily ard military unit took over the scene at top speed, blocking all dia from interviewing, and even so diplomats who arrived at the site.
The British Museum went on lockdown, not allowing any tourists to leave, and conducted a thorough check of everyone's phone contents.
"You're violating personal privacy!"
"Sorry, please cooperate with our actions."
The sturdy blonde officer was polite in words but acted quite roughly, snatching phones to browse their contents.
Li Quangui watched their actions, understanding that they were checking if anyone had recorded the scene.
The reason was simple: there was no surveillance here.
Such an important venue should logically be covered in surveillance.
But too much surveillance could hinder the old n's ability to misappropriate items.
The British Museum only cared about collecting money annually and never intended to increase the number of caras, relying on talk alone for security.
As the officer approached, Li Quangui stood tall and said, "You don't need to check, I recorded the scene and uploaded it to Douyin. It now has 64,000 likes.
You can watch it online if you search for it."
He played the video proactively.
The officer's face changed as he took Li Quangui's phone to view it.
Li Quangui's short video was no longer than three minutes from start to finish.
But the comnt section exploded with activity.
In a short ti, over 7,000 comnts gathered, and new comnts kept appearing.
The officer couldn't understand Chinese, yet knew what needed to be done, and said sternly, "Sir, you'll need to co with us."
"Don't try anything, fellows, my na is Li Quangui, hotown…
Rember to call the embassy for ."
"Don't worry."
People around spoke up, asserting we're all family.
The officer shook his head; with this much commotion, they couldn't do anything to this tourist.
The British Museum isn't what it used to be.
Nor are we the people of the old Qing Dynasty.
Moreover, the video has already been spread, with so many viewers, covering it up is impossible.
The officer took Li Quangui away, following orders.
As long as the inspection confirms he hasn't absorbed any mystical energy to gain powers closely, he can be released.
After all, after the incident, the higher-ups sought stories about Eastern Immortals imdiately.
The likes of turning stone to gold and making a pregnant pass just by treading.
The officer didn't believe these tales, but as higher-ups believed, tests were necessary.
...
Boom.
Aozawa, riding his sword, caught the wind and broke through the pitch-black clouds, revealing a serene and mysterious panorama.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the ground, there was only endless darkness and twinkling stars.
He lifted his head to gaze at a huge round moon, then glanced at the clouds, which, under moonlight, took on a dreamy gray-white hue.
The clouds sotis rolled and surged, sotis flowed and floated, like a turbulent ocean surface.
Aozawa felt that within the entire universe, he was the only one standing here.
A feeling of being unrivaled under heaven and earth, truly delightful.
Aozawa's thoughts moved, and underfoot the Xihe Sword, like a teor, cut through the night sky as he effortlessly road through the clouds, sotis swaying like a surfer on the cloud tops.
Other tis, like a diver, he plunged, breaking clouds apart, enjoying the feel of clouds brushing past him.
He flew in one direction.
Gradually, the night fell behind him and a streak of light appeared in his sight.
At first, it flowed like a river of light through the inky clouds, as he continued moving forward, vast immaculate white clouds erged, and above was an azure sky.
Aozawa laughed heartily, soaring freely among the clouds, before plunging swiftly downwards, with white clouds rushing upward like rapids.
He pierced through the thick clouds again, seeing a serene, sapphire-like blue ocean.
The sea shimred, and a tiny island could be seen.
Aozawa's face was full of smiles, only regretting that his literary talent was lacking, as at such a poetic mont, he could not think of a poem to recite.
"Oh well, it's really beautiful."
He sighed from his heart, feeling it's too much a pity to appreciate such beauty alone.
Aozawa thought for a mont and decided to turn the scenery he was seeing into dreams that night and share them with Chitose and others, so everyone could experience the exhilarating feeling of soaring through the sky.
With clouds as a bed, it surely must have a unique flavor.
Thinking about the next entertainnt project, Aozawa smiled and did not stay, riding his sword in the air, continuing to enjoy the mystical romance he had dread of since childhood.
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