Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 600 Beating the Emperor, Disrespecting the Saint.

Facing Wang Bo's attack, Xiao Ran didn't take the blow head-on. Instead, she lightly touched the ground with her feet and quickly moved backward to dodge the incoming fist. At the same time, she took out the guillotine from her spatial storage and swung the broadsword in a wide arc, slashing horizontally.

Xiao Ran used the Crane Turns Back move with such skill and subtlety that even top-tier martial arts masters might not be able to dodge it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Bo, instead of dodging or flinching, smashed his fist into Xiao Ran's decapitating blade.

"boom!!"

Upon impact, Xiao Ran felt an immense force strike him. He immediately used the force to change his move, his blade slicing past him from below, and as he turned, he unleashed a furious slash aimed at Wang Bo's head.

"I don't believe I can't kill you."

Xiao Ran's blade could cleave even a diamond in two, let alone a mere Wang Bo.

However, Xiao Ran miscalculated again this time. Wang Bo seemed to sense the danger and suddenly leaped up and flipped in mid-air to dodge Xiao Ran's attack.

Then, with a somersault, he jumped five or six meters away.

“In ancient times, I fought against ancient gods. They could cleave a world in two with a single strike. Your sword is far inferior to theirs. These ancient gods have long since turned to dust. You too will not escape death and are destined to become a stepping stone on my path to revival!”

With his hands behind his back and his eyes gazing upwards, Wang Bo seemed to have returned to that era that belonged to him.

In that time and space of unknown age, he was an ancient emperor, a heavenly emperor who suppressed all races. Countless evil spirits and ominous creatures were suppressed by him and could not rise to power. Countless great clans stood tall and worshipped him as their supreme ruler.

I will bring peace to all generations and protect the world. At that time...

Just as Wang Bo was reminiscing about the past, he suddenly heard Xiao Ran's voice.

"Hey, this way!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bo turned around, and the next second, Xiao Ranren appeared in front of him, delivering a powerful punch to his face, sending the ancient emperor flying. Even one of the emperor's front teeth flew out, and he collapsed to the ground, rolled over, and immediately lost consciousness.

"Pah! You dare to get distracted while fighting? Do you really think you're some ancient emperor?"

Xiao Ran spat coldly at Wang Bo, who was lying unconscious on the ground. To be honest, she was also startled at first, especially when Wang Bo dodged her second stab. Xiao Ran almost had a feeling of self-doubt.

But upon closer reflection, it became clear that this guy's strength, though seemingly formidable, was actually nonexistent. To put it bluntly, it was simply because of the rules that they had materialized their mental illness.

In other words, the more firmly they believe in something, the clearer their ability to concretize it becomes.

Wang Bo has been imprisoned here for so long, yet he still keeps proclaiming himself an ancient emperor. Whether he's true or not, at least for this moment, under the influence of the negative star, he has briefly experienced the joy of being an emperor.

"Unfortunately, your dream of becoming an emperor is only a one-day trial card. Just get some sleep and you can have anything in your dreams."

As Xiao Ran spoke, she grabbed his collar and threw him back into the ward.

Killing such a madman is pointless; keeping him alive might prove useful in some way.

Could this guy's ability to materialize be related to Zhang Qi and the others?
"How did they acquire the 'negative star'? Can patients also acquire negative stars? Or is it that Old Li was also by Zhang Qi's side, and was it his negative star that led to Wang Bo's successful personification?"

As she closed the door, Xiao Ran noticed two more negative stars appearing above her head.

"Two?"

One reason is Wang Bo, the other...

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran looked back and sure enough, he saw the "saint" at the corner squinting and looking him up and down.

Oh no, it really is that old guy.

There are quite a few lunatics on these two floors of the intensive care unit, but most of them are either violent lunatics or the kind who have completely lost their minds and are acting crazy.

What Xiao Ran couldn't understand was never Wang Bo, this lunatic, but rather this saint.

Madmen like Wang Bo were completely unaware of their own madness.

The saint in front of me is very clear that he is a madman. Generally speaking, as long as a patient realizes that he is sick, he will actively cooperate with the treatment and then be transferred to the mild case area.

But this saint is different. He knows he is sick, but refuses to cooperate with treatment and even enjoys this illness. In his words, it is not an illness, but enlightenment.

It was precisely because of this awareness that he could see things that others could not.

If it were just rumors, that would be one thing, but what this person said was particularly profound and obscure, and at first glance, it was really hard to find any flaws.

Xiao Ran had only chatted with him for five minutes before hurriedly running away. Now, with this saint blocking her way, and if this guy's words were to materialize, Xiao Ran's scalp tingled at the thought. Thinking of this, Xiao Ran immediately put on a smiling face and stepped forward: "Old sir, why are you out here? Do you want to stretch your legs and take a walk? The air outside is nice; why don't you go for a stroll?"

As Xiao Ran spoke, she walked forward, secretly planning to knock the old man unconscious with a punch when he wasn't looking.

However, after taking a few steps forward, Xiao Ran suddenly realized that the distance between her and the saint had not shortened. The saint stood there motionless, but the distance between them remained unchanged.

"How is this going?"

Xiao Ran was startled, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. Unconvinced, he immediately quickened his pace, his figure becoming a blur.

However, the next second, Xiao Ran suddenly stopped in place, looked around, and made sure that she was running forward, but the distance remained unchanged.

At this moment, the sage before him showed disappointment on his face and said to Xiao Ran, "Don't you understand the principle of 'looking at a mountain and running until the horse dies'?"

"Forehead……"

Xiao Ran understood this principle, but this wasn't a wilderness; where were the mountains?

Seeing Xiao Ran remain silent, the Sage sneered, "What, do you think there is no mountain, or that I am not worthy to be a mountain? In fact, this mountain has always been in your heart, so how could you possibly leave?"

"The mountain in my heart? What mountain? Beiman Mountain? If you like it, sir, I will personally help you pick out a feng shui treasure land."

Xiao Ran naturally didn't believe the old man's nonsense.

However, the next second, the saint's gaze was like a knife, as if he could see through Xiao Ran's heart, and he said indifferently: "Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain. Even if you know that the mountain is in your heart, you never bother to climb it, let alone understand it. So no matter how fast you walk, the mountain is still there, and you will never reach the foot of the mountain."

The sage's words made Xiao Ran's head buzz.

He couldn't help but slow his pace and ponder the other person's words.

Seeing this, the sage continued, “Your prejudice against me is like a mountain. The greater the prejudice, the greater the mountain. If you want to see the whole picture of such a big mountain, you must stand far away. That’s why you can’t get to me.”

"So, I have to put aside my prejudices in order to stand before you, right?"

Xiao Ran squinted at the saint, then suddenly sneered, "You have quite the nerve. Do you want me to acknowledge you as a saint?"

Xiao Ran snorted coldly. If she really admitted that he was the so-called saint, as he said, then she would be led by the nose by him.

Even if the saint were to change his tune and decide to kill him, he might not even have a chance to fight back.

"Since you say prejudice is a mountain I can't cross, then conversely, you can't do anything to me either, because I'm not in this mountain. On the contrary, I can see your whole picture clearly from afar. Otherwise, if I were to enter your mountain, I would be trapped inside, unable to control anything. At that point, you wouldn't be a mountain, but the sky!"

Upon hearing Xiao Ran's words, the Sage's face finally changed, and he looked at Xiao Ran with approval: "You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain yourself. Very good, very good, you are even smarter than I expected."

Having said that, the sage turned around and made way for him: "The road ahead is difficult and treacherous. Take care of yourself."

"??"

Xiao Ran didn't expect the other party to make way so easily.

"No need for anything else. If you don't come to my mountain, I can't get out either. There's no point in us staying here. Once you leave, I'll just wait for the next group of people."

"Ha, then I wish you a speedy release from your cage, sir."

Xiao Ran cupped his hands in greeting, ignoring the saint, and leaped straight past him.

Just as Xiao Ran leaped past the other party, she suddenly understood something. She turned around and gave the saint a look: "So that's how it is. My prejudice is a mountain, but your prejudice against me is another mountain. I won't enter your mountain gate, so you can't do anything to me, but the mountain in your heart is even bigger, so big that you can't even see the whole picture."

"You rude brat!"

The sage suddenly turned around and glared at Xiao Ran.

"Whether it is true or not, I am just stating the facts. You call yourself a saint, but you are an uneducated person. In fact, you are just like the clay sculptures in the temple, all show and no substance. They look good on the outside, but they are empty inside."

Xiao Ran remained calm, even turning away to ignore the saint's angry glare, and said directly, "A true saint never claims to be a saint, much less confines himself to this small world, using pathology to justify heresies. Truth comes from practice, not from mere imagination. My prejudice against you is also a form of evaluation of you, actually..."

Xiao Ran paused for a moment, squinted and looked her up and down, then sneered, "This prejudice isn't very high."

Upon hearing Xiao Ran's words, the Sage's face trembled, turning deathly pale. By the time he regained his senses, Xiao Ran was already far away. In that instant, his old face was filled with both shame and anger: "You scoundrel, you've corrupted my Dao heart!!"

After saying this, the sage suddenly couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Looking at the bloodstains splattered on the wall, the sage's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly and tiptoed to hide the bloodstains, then clutched his chest and returned to his ward. Even though he was in pain, he still maintained his posture of meditation and enlightenment.

(End of this chapter)