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"The day of the auspicious omen is the weakest time in the dragon's life."

With the horse's hooves pointing forward, Tan Wenjie sat on its back, with Feng and Yun behind him.

There were only three of them in this dragon-slaying expedition.

Bu Jingyun raised an eyebrow, holding the "Peerless Sword" in his arms. He had found this sword when he got up to pee at night, and since it looked good, he took it with him.

Even Nie Feng has his own special sword; it's a bit unrefined for someone to just use their hands to wield weapons.

“But…” Nie Feng opened his mouth to speak.

Tan Wenjie continued, "This auspicious omen only occurs once every ten cycles of the Chinese calendar, so it is also called a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. Dragons possess dragon essence, which, when consumed, can enhance one's power and grant immortality."

"Senior, the auspicious day is still at least half a year away."

Even if everything is calculated perfectly, if the timing is wrong, it's all for nothing.

The horse's hooves stopped on the shore. Tan Wenjie looked at Shenlong Island in the water and said, "I know, but I have something to do and need to go home. I can't wait half a year. I'll kill that dragon first."

Feng and Yun: "..."

They heard arrogance in his words, an arrogance that was simply too much. Even when the two of them accidentally killed their master, Xiong Ba, they weren't as smug as he was.

“The dragon should be asleep,” Nie Feng asked. “Senior, do you have any methods to bring the dragon out?”

“That’s easy.” Tan Wenjie took out a fishing rod. “Let’s catch the dragon.”

"Dragon fishing?" x2
Either I'm deaf, or the man in front of me, already wearing a straw hat and preparing to fish for dragons, has gone mad.

Tan Wenjie took out the meat of the fire qilin and hung it on the fishing hook. Then he sat on the shore and waited for the dragon to take the bait. He used the fishing rod that Jiang Ziya used before, and the hook was a transformation of the golden cudgel.

With nothing to do, Feng and Yun could only stand quietly to the side and wait.

Tan Wenjie, who had just been yawning, suddenly had his eyes light up: "They've taken the bait!"

Nie Feng remained silent, but Bu Jingyun wanted to utter a sarcastic remark.

Do you really think you can catch a dragon with just a fishing rod?
The water was bubbling and gurgling like boiling soup.

"boom!"

The water surface exploded.

"hold head high!"

A divine dragon burst forth from the water's surface. Upon closer inspection of its mouth, one could indeed see a fishhook gleaming with golden light, and a thin fishing line suspended in the air, connecting the dragon to the fishing rod.

Tan Wenjie swung the stick, and Long was easily dragged and slammed to the ground.

"Thump!" The ground shook violently.

The dragon, struggling to its feet, soared into the air, only to hear Tan Wenjie say, "Get down here!" before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Tan Wenjie casually stuck his fishing rod into the ground, rushed towards the dragon, rolled up his sleeves as he ran, and leaped up when he was almost in front of the dragon.

Clench your right fist and gather your strength to pull backward.

When he jumped in front of the dragon, he threw out his right fist straight out. The punch, which was without any technique but was powerful and heavy, hit the dragon's head squarely. The roaring dragon was hit and stuck to the ground like an eel, struggling frantically.

His body rolled three to five miles away, crushing trees and rocks along the way, and the road he came from was now a mottled mess.

Tan Wenjie landed lightly, his toes barely touching the ground, and after catching up with Shenlong, he threw two more punches.

With each punch, blood splattered.

When he withdrew his fist, the dragon was completely still, motionless like a dead snake.

The legendary ferocious beast, a mythical creature capable of flying and burrowing underground, possessing immense strength and the ability to breathe fire, was actually killed by just two punches. The two closest to the scene, Feng and Yun, were the most shocked.

The moment the dragon appeared, the two of them froze, as if facing a formidable enemy.

This was the dragon at its peak, not the dragon whose power was greatly weakened in all aspects on the day of the auspicious omen. To be able to kill the dragon with just fist power, its strength far exceeded the imagination of Feng and Yun.

But the two of them soon had the same idea.

If you can slay a dragon all by yourself, why do you need our help?

Meanwhile, Tan Wenjie had already obtained the Dragon Essence from the dragon.

"generally."

The dragons in this world are not the same species as the dragons in the mythical world, and the effects of their dragon essence are not worth Tan Wenjie's attention, since he has eaten real dragon liver and phoenix marrow before.

But what's truly important is the world will that Longyuan represents.

With one hand holding the Qilin Arm and the other holding the Dragon Essence, Tan Wenjie took out the corpse of the Fire Qilin. The power he had given to this world was pulled in like a fishing hook.

He seized the opportunity to pull the strings, followed the clues, and threw in a horror comic. The eerie and ghostly aura instantly devoured the overflowing power.

"Whoosh~" The pages of the comic book began to turn rapidly.

The details in the painting began to become increasingly detailed.

"return."

Tan Wenjie reached out and grabbed the horror comic back. When he flipped through the comic again, he found that there were actually a lot of new stories.

"Slug Girl?"

It's a new chapter, and there are new characters.

Whether the character was born from the world's own evolution or a replica found in a parallel universe by a horror comic remains to be seen.

Tan Wenjie withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng and Yun.

When the world's level increases, the two protagonists will experience a significant boost in strength. As the world's level decreases, the protagonists' strength will inevitably be affected.

The two looked exactly the same.

Nie Feng clasped his hands and said, "Senior Chen, now that we have successfully slain the dragon, we shall take our leave."

Bu Jingyun nodded. He had heard of Tan Wenjie's strength, but this was the first time he had witnessed it in person.

His pride was subsequently shattered, and his demeanor was no longer as haughty as before.

"Farewell," Bu Jingyun uttered.

This guy looks cold, but he's actually very quick. The three of them were eyeing Kong Ci covetously, but in the end, he was the one who got her pregnant first.

A cloud of mist rose up, and Tan Wenjie's figure disappeared.

Nie Feng: "A deity?"

Bu Jingyun looked up at the figure that had disappeared from sight and nodded gently: "Mm."

Those days of pride now seem like nothing more than a frog in a well.

“I’ve always felt that Senior Chen is no ordinary person. Senior Brother Yun, let’s go back and take good care of Kong Ci.”

"Ah."

The two turned around, only to find that the air was frozen and they could not move.

A figure flew in, accompanied by a blinding sword light.

It was an old man with a white beard as sharp as a sword. His gaze was fixed on Bu Jingyun: "Bu Jingyun, is it you who slaughtered Wushuang City? I am Dugu Jian, who has devoted my life to studying the way of the sword. This sword is called Sword Twenty-Three. It is a sword prepared for Xiong Ba. Since you defeated him and have a grudge against me, you shall take this sword!"

"Senior Brother Yun, be careful!" Nie Feng instinctively tried to defend himself, but found that he couldn't move his body.

Feng and Yun exerted their combined strength, and their powerful internal and mental energy, far exceeding what was expected at this stage, began to contract, expand, and then contract again... Boom!

A mushroom cloud of gas exploded and rose, the resulting ring-shaped shockwave ravaging the battlefield that had just been affected by the battle.

When the battle ended, Feng and Yun collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Cough cough." X2
The two were lucky to escape with their lives.

From the clouds, Tan Wenjie witnessed this scene.

"The Sword Saint came to collect the heads himself, but was interrupted by Yu Chuchu, who was several miles away, resulting in only Feng and Yun being seriously injured."

As the world's boundaries shifted, the protagonist's power indeed weakened.

The advantages and disadvantages of being the protagonist are very obvious; the key is to be able to extricate yourself in time.

The world level of the horror comic has been raised to level 15.

Having obtained what he desired, the Dragon Essence, the Fire Qilin, and the Qilin Arm were all useless to him. He casually tossed them into the "Gold and Silver Mountain Map," where the animals swarmed and devoured them clean. Tan Wenjie looked up at the rapidly gathering lightning clouds in the sky, and the lightning within them twisting and writhing like red snakes, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

[Heavenly Dao Level: -10]

He looked up at the sky and shouted, "When I stuffed things into your hands before, you weren't angry. Now you're angry just because I took a little something from you?"

"Boom!"

The red lightning struck Tan Wenjie precisely on the head. As he tried to turn and run away, he was entangled by strands of world power. Even though he managed to struggle with the world power in time, he was still a step too slow, and his body withstood the lightning strike.

……

A zombie world set in the Republic of China era.

The Tan residence.

"what!!"

Screams came from the study.

Shen Yu, who was dozing off in the outer room, heard the scream and suddenly sat up. The movement was so big that the chair slid backward with a creak, which also startled her awake.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yu asked immediately, seeing the little maid rushing out in a hurry.

The maid stammered, "Master, Master's head is smoking, his hair is standing on end, it looks like he's been struck by lightning!"

"You're the one who got struck by lightning!" Shen Yu rushed into the study.

Tan Wenjie was sitting in a chair with a rosy complexion, reading a letter.

"What's wrong?" Tan Wenjie turned around and asked in confusion.

"Master, are you alright?" Shen Yu asked worriedly.

"Of course I'm fine." Tan Wenjie shook his head. "I still have some things to take care of here, so don't let anyone bother me."

"Yes."

Shen Yu obediently left the room, and in just a short while, the other ladies arrived.

Some flew across rooftops, some rode bicycles, and some even arrived on flying swords—it was as if the Eight Immortals were crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities.

“Master has important matters to attend to and does not want anyone to disturb him,” Shen Yu said.

Although she was not the lady of the house, she was the only assistant in the study, and given her status as the last empress, she did not consider herself inferior to anyone else present.

"I heard that the master was struck by lightning?" Caiyi asked.

She had the highest cultivation level and was also the most worried, as being punished by the heavens was not a good thing.

Shen Yu shook her head: "Master seems to be in good health, but... she actually sneaked into Master's study while I was sleeping."

She looked at the little maid from before.

There were many maids who tried to climb into the master's bed, hoping to rise to the top. The Tan family had always strictly prohibited this, and once discovered, they would be expelled immediately.

The young maidservant quickly begged for mercy. She had a very comfortable life in the Tan family. Since entering the Tan family, her father had been assigned easy jobs. It could be said that working in the Tan family was no different from going directly to the palace. In fact, because there were fewer people, her family members received more care.

But human desires are never satisfied; she wanted to go even further.

"I'll go in and take a look," Caiyi said.

Just then, Tan Wenjie's voice came: "Let the First Madam in."

Shen Yu had no choice but to step aside. Looking at the other ladies, they all had different expressions. They were usually close to each other, and even fought side by side at night, but that didn't mean they could get along harmoniously at all times.

Upon entering the study, Caiyi immediately asked with concern, "How are you?"

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "I'm fine."

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

"It's really no problem!"

"You've got your letter upside down."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He glanced down at the letter in his hand and explained, "I recently discovered a reading technique that can..."

A soft body, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, rushed into Tan Wenjie's arms.

Caiyi gently rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Don't let anything happen, don't make me worry."

"rest assured."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and put his arm around Caiyi's waist.

By the time the ladies had been appeased, it was already past midnight.

He leaped into the sky.

The Earth slowly rotates beneath my feet, with only the outermost edge showing the outline of sunlight. Looking up, the sun hangs above the Earth.

Tan Wenjie is trying to connect with local global forces.

He took out a horror comic and extracted strands of its power into it.

As his own "home," this world carries functions that other worlds do not have, including serving as a vessel for emotions. However, Tan Wenjie is well aware that the strength of the world's forces is related to both the positive and negative sides.

The devil may be one foot tall, but the Tao may be ten feet tall; they will cooperate and grow together.

The safest way is to directly drain the power of the entire world, turning it into an ordinary world without any power, so that the Abyss will not choose it as a target for invasion.

It's too ordinary, so there's no need for it.

But surrendering with all power in exchange for peace was simply not an option for Tan Wenjie.

Therefore, he could only use unreliable methods to improve the world's level and power, thereby upgrading the world's self-defense.

Tan Wenjie's previous experience in the world of "Storm Riders" gave him a new understanding of the world's will.

He wanted to gather all those forces around Tanjia Town, making it a true blessed land.

A large amount of power was poured into the zombie world of the Republic of China, and then you can go and search for it. Here, you can't escape your own grasp.

The sun and moon shone as usual, and the sky remained dark, showing no signs of change whatsoever.

Tan Wenjie descended directly from the atmosphere back to the courtyard of the Tan family mansion.

He took out various potions, poured them into his mouth, and quickly boosted his luck.

After waiting with his eyes closed for a while, Tan Wenjie returned to his study.

The lights in Shen Yu's room were already off.

He turned on the light in his study, returned to his desk, and picked up the letter he had casually picked up during the day to cover up his guilty conscience.

"It seems to be a bold letter."

It was just sent a few days ago.

The other party was doing well in Shanghai, and Tan Wenjie only glanced at him briefly at the time, not taking it seriously.

Suddenly, a passage above caught Tan Wenjie's attention.

"We've been selling extra-large fruits and vegetables here lately, they're quite expensive, but it's a novelty. I bought a huge watermelon and had it delivered by boat. Wishing you many children and much happiness. Also, I've recently become the middleman between martial arts circles in the North and South..."

Tan Wenjie wasn't interested in the rest.

"A big watermelon?"

The next morning, Tan Wenjie changed his clothes with the help of his maid.

"Master, Master!"

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's a watermelon! A watermelon has arrived outside! It's a huge watermelon!"

How big can a watermelon be?

"The carriage was so big!" (End of Chapter)