Finally, he had once again cleared the items in the Storage Bangle. He returned Tao Zhu's Storage Bangle and put his own things into Wei Daoming's Storage Bangle.
The mont he opened the Storage Bangle, Wang Zhan was truly startled. It was so big that one might mistake it for a building, capable of holding an unimaginable amount of items. Originally, Tao Zhu's Storage Bangle had been completely filled after storing two bodies inside. Now, Wang Zhan felt he could fit another seven or eight.
It's terrifying.
What on earth did the senior do before? Did he really need such a large Storage Bangle just for a fight?
The interaction could be considered mutually satisfactory. Wang Zhan coveted the convenience of the Storage Bangle, while Wei Daoming valued his body... Ahem, his abilities, yes, his abilities.
Nonetheless, it was pretty much settled that Wang Zhan would be returning to Earth.
Then, Wei Daoming's voice seed to echo in Wang Zhan's ears once more, so of it relaying words from his mother, Yang Cui.
"Go back and lay low for a while. You single-handedly overturned a clan that had a king. Even if that king died at the hands of another Beast Clan, they'll still pin it on you. That's a common tactic of the Beast Clan.
Moreover, you've completed your mission thoroughly. We wanted to counterattack, and originally, we only wanted you to probe another race that was causing us significant trouble on the battlefield. But what you've done is more than enough, so don't dwell on it.
Finally, your mother wanted
to pass a ssage on to you: 'You little brat, you're almost eighteen, aren't you old enough to find your way ho by yourself?'"
Finally, Wei Daoming chuckled.
"Who would've thought a kid not even eighteen could cause more trouble on the Star War Battlefield than we did? You're truly remarkable! So, go back. Spend your eighteenth birthday with your mother. Then, when you're ready, I'll arrange for you to co back here... Perhaps by then, you'll present a different kind of brilliance..."
Thus, Wang Zhan, who had just parted from Wei Daoming, found himself in a montary state of lancholy. Unconsciously, he wandered to a sowhat familiar place.
He's almost eighteen. Ti seed to pass slowly, but it's actually gone by so fast!
From a re Martial Student, he was now on the verge of breaking through another significant threshold to beco a true Martial General, possessing the formidable power equivalent to a level 9 Martial Master. Furthermore, the enhancents to his basic attributes had completely distanced him from ordinary cultivators, surpassing theirs by at least one to two tis. His ntal energy had also advanced rapidly. After breaking the one million mark for the first ti and triggering the System's hidden power, it had once again broken through a major threshold, reaching the hundred thousand mark, granting him even more incredible abilities.
At this mont, Wang Zhan perhaps shouldn't even be called a demon anymore, but a true madman. He was so crazy that if anyone knew the true extent of what he concealed, they would find it utterly inconceivable, like listening to a madman recounting a fantastical, absurd tale.
Just then, a voice greeted him from behind.
"Why are you here?"
Inside the small shop, a young man dressed as a waiter, spatula in hand, walked out from a small door leading from the back to the front.
Wang Zhan looked up, slightly startled. He then glanced around, taking in the familiar scene and the familiar building next door.
If he hadn't lived here before, he might have genuinely forgotten this place.
Indeed, this was the small shop once owned by that pitiful boss Wang Zhan had killed—the sa shop that used to be an unscrupulous establishnt. Unexpectedly, Lin Hao had taken it over without him realizing.
Wang Zhan shook his head and replied to Lin Hao, "Don't mind , I'm just wandering."
Was this so kind of ill-fated destiny? To bump into Lin Hao just by wandering around casually—it was simply uncanny.
Then, he stepped out of the small shop. Staring at the towering building before him, he suddenly understood.
He knew why he had co here.
On the central floors of the towering building before him, there were two holes that pierced straight through, and inside, people worked with expressions of indifference. And behind that skyscraper—aning, directly in front of where Wang Zhan now stood—was the first place he had laid eyes on after disembarking from the airship: the airport.
All of this brought back a flood of mories from his ti on the Star War Battlefield.
War and combat! These were the eternal thes of the Star War Battlefield, and what Wang Zhan had encountered most frequently these past days.
Because he couldn't swindle money from the beasts, he'd almost thought he'd lost his zest for life, until he shifted his attention from the beasts themselves to their granaries...
With no internet, Wang Zhan hadn't been online for a long ti. His phone remained on standby, his only companions the unfeeling Liyun Blade and the dormant Spirit of the Shield, until he discovered that peculiar secret...
"Ah, ti flies! Soon I won't even be able to tell people I'm not yet eighteen!" Wang Zhan murmured to himself. "At most, I'll just say I'm forever eighteen. Sigh, everyone gets to be eighteen once, unlike ..."
Behind him, Lin Hao, who had just co up to call Wang Zhan for dinner, finally couldn't take it anymore. His face twitched violently, and he couldn't help but cough twice, wanting to remind Wang Zhan to stop being so narcissistic, especially since no one was even watching.
AHEM! AHEM!
But Wang Zhan turned his head, looked irritably at Lin Hao, who seed on the verge of coughing up blood, and said, "Stop coughing. You haven't experienced the troubles I have, so how could you understand my feelings!"
"What are you trying to do?"
Lin Hao turned away, annoyed. "We're eating. It's your farewell al! After you're done, get the hell out. Just looking at you pisses
off..."
Wang Zhan exclaid in surprise, "Wow! Senior Brother Lin Hao, you can do that? When did you lay an egg?"
Lin Hao whipped around, a faint, dangerous aura flickering around him. He said ominously, "Are you always this mischievous back on Earth?"
Wang Zhan felt a little intimidated; he sensed a restrained Martial Emperor's aura. He imdiately declared righteously, "How could that be? It's just for a few days a week..."
HA!
Lin Hao had to admit defeat. Good grief, there are only seven days in a week, and this guy is like that for 'a few' of them! How on earth has he survived all these years without being beaten to death by those he's exasperated?
As if reading his mind, Wang Zhan chuckled. "But Senior Brother, you don't need to worry about . When I'm like this, I usually pick on those I can beat. I generally don't provoke those stronger than ..."
Lin Hao was slightly taken aback. Then he imdiately understood.
Was this little brat just indirectly calling him weak? He was a third-rank Martial King, damn it! Couldn't the kid show a little respect?!
Fortunately, after the banter, Lin Hao couldn't be bothered anymore. Without using his trump card, he really wasn't a match for this monster. He simply picked at his food, sipped his wine, and said casually, "When you go back this ti, really enjoy the good things Earth has to offer. You might not get another chance soon. Kid, you've been too dazzling lately!..."
Lin Hao had no idea that Wang Zhan wasn't trying to be dazzling at all; he was just terrified that he wasn't strong enough and would genuinely die on the battlefield. Just like now: because he felt too weak and lacked the courage to bother a Martial Emperor, he could only swallow his pride and seek help from this Senior Brother, who had taken good care of him ever since he got off the airship.
"Senior Lin Hao..."
"Hmm?" Lin Hao was slightly taken aback. Did I hear that right? This kid who always called
Senior Brother is now calling
Senior Lin Hao?
Then, he saw a trace of hesitation and unease on Wang Zhan's face, which finally solidified into firm resolve.
Sighing softly, Lin Hao slowly placed his wine cup on the table and said gently, "Alright, we're on the Star War Battlefield; we don't bother with so many formalities. In our usual campaigns, everyone is a comrade-in-arms. Although you can ultimately only rely on yourself, if you don't have a few friends, you'd have been dead long ago, not even bones left. So, if there's anything you need my help with, just say it. If I can help, I definitely will."
Wang Zhan didn't try to be polite. He didn't have much ti to stay here, and Wei Daoming had already done everything he could for him. Moreover, the decision to send him back to Earth was fundantally for his own good. So, after clarifying his thoughts, Wang Zhan spoke to Lin Hao with complete sincerity, holding nothing back.
"I have an older sister. She ca to the Star War Battlefield before I did. But to this day, I haven't found any trace of her. My mom is very worried about her, and so am I! So, I wanted to trouble you, Senior, to see if you could use your connections to help
find out where she is..."
However, before Wang Zhan could finish, Lin Hao cut him off. He looked at Wang Zhan with a peculiar expression, not mocking, just asking, "Student Wang Zhan, do you have any idea how big the Star War Battlefield actually is? Or, do you know how many people the Federation has deployed to maintain its presence here?"
Suddenly, Wang Zhan felt a sense of foreboding.
Indeed. Lin Hao said earnestly, "On the Star War Battlefield, places like Qian Shui City are innurable. Beasts like the ones you encountered are also countless. Even those incredibly fierce sisters you ran into—there are countless beings like them...
'It's not that I'm unwilling to help you,' Lin Hao said sincerely. 'But in this incredibly vast world, everyone is equally insignificant. Anyone who cos here is rely a drop in the ocean. At least, I've never seen people who erged from different black holes end up converging in the sa location. Have you ever thought that perhaps your sister is right here, practically in front of you, but you're separated by different worlds entirely...'"
Wang Zhan understood. A wave of lancholy washed over him, and all he wanted was to drink himself into oblivion.
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