Fights Break Sphere: Rock King's Leisurely Journey into the Mortal World

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Old Man in the Ring

On the path leading to the Xiao family, Zhongli's eyes were like a fine net, constantly capturing every detail around him.

He is a traveler who has experienced the ups and downs of the world for six thousand years. His footprints have already spread to every corner of the continent of Teyvat, and every inch of land carries his stories and memories.

However, the scene before him was completely inconsistent with the familiar picture of Teyvat in his mind. It was as if fragments of another time and space were pieced together in an orderly manner before his eyes.

"Mr. Xiao, I wonder what country and where this Wutan City belongs to?"

Xiao Zhan was puzzled, but he still carefully explained to Zhongli, "This is the Jiama Empire in the northwest corner of the Douqi Continent. We are all Jiama people."

Douqi Continent? Is this not Teyvat anymore? Or did I travel through time?
Over the long course of time, Zhongli's profound experience accumulated over six thousand years has undoubtedly given him a unique and profound understanding of the wonderful phenomenon of time travel.

I guess when Wendy and the others were trying to fuse the "Heart of God" for me, the energy derived from the fusion of divine power was too powerful and majestic, like a surging torrent that was difficult to control, which led to the quiet emergence of the strange phenomenon of space-time wormhole.

However, for Zhongli, this extraordinary experience did not cause him too much shock or panic. After all, in the long years of baptism, he had already witnessed countless changes in the world, strange stories and events. In his eyes, all the wonders and wonders of the world were just a small ripple in the long river of time. Therefore, he quickly accepted the fact of time travel calmly, and his mind was as calm and composed as an ancient well.

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"Wow, that man is so handsome!"

"who is he?"

"Which one?"

"That's the man who was following the patriarch just now."

"Could he be some young master?"

"I wish I could have such a handsome boyfriend. I just don't know what kind of fighting spirit he has and whether he's compatible with me."

The Xiao family members who were practicing in the training ground kept talking about Zhongli, who was still wearing the Rock King's divine armor and following the clan leader Xiao Zhan.

……

"Damn it! Damn it! I'm obviously absorbing Dou Qi much faster than before, but why can't I condense it within my body?!"

A young man's roar continued to be heard from the house, with anger and helplessness intertwined, and it was obvious that he was on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Zhan pushed the door open gently, fearing that the large movement would startle Xiao Yan who was practicing.

Zhongli saw all of Xiao Zhan's actions. As a father, he was so attentive, so as the head of the family, he should not be much worse.

Xiao Yan was the first to notice Xiao Zhan's arrival. He had already withdrawn from the state of cultivation, and the mysterious disappearance of the Dou Qi in his body made it impossible for him to concentrate.

"Father, you are here. Who is this?"

"Yan'er, I hope I didn't disturb you. This is Master Zhongli, a friend my father just met today. Perhaps he can find a way to solve your physical problem."

"Really?!!!" Xiao Yan jumped up from the bed upon hearing the good news, "Hello Mr. Zhongli, my name is Xiao Yan."

Seeing Xiao Yan so excited, Xiao Zhan turned to look at Zhongli with some uncertainty in his heart. After all, Zhongli had only agreed to help and had not promised to cure the disease.

Zhongli stepped forward and said, "Little friend Xiao Yan, I have long admired you."

However, Xiao Zhan on the side followed Zhongli with a doubtful look.

"You've heard so much about me? My youngest son is known as a genius, but he's only a bit famous in Wutan City. You just didn't even know where the Gama Empire was. How did you get to this point?"

When Zhongli realized that the young man in front of him was the one who needed treatment in this contract, he immediately urged the divine power in his body to surge up.

When he slowly opened his eyes again, the flow of Dou Qi and the blood circulation in Xiao Yan's body were all presented in Zhongli's mind without reservation.

The red energy ball flashing in Xiao Yan's body was mixed with some green light. Could this be the so-called fighting spirit in this world?
The six hearts of the gods on Zhongli's chest now shone brightly with the red color representing the god of fire and the green color representing the god of grass.

Zhongli also concluded from this that the fighting spirit in this world also has different attributes.

"I wonder if the divine… ah no, Dou Qi in this friend Xiao Yan's body is actually fire with a little bit of wood?"

"That's right." Xiao Yan was not surprised. He had just vented his emotions in the house, causing his Dou Qi to overflow. Anyone who was above him in rank and had some knowledge of Dou Qi could tell the difference.

Zhongli nodded slightly, temporarily putting aside his curiosity about Dou Qi, and began to observe Xiao Yan's "condition" attentively.

Zhongli's gaze, like the sharpness of a hawk, instantly captured a profoundly bizarre phenomenon. Xiao Yan's Dou Qi, as if drawn by an invisible force, surged towards the ring on his left hand. It was like a raging torrent rushing towards a bottomless, mysterious abyss, and the speed of this surge, like a horse unbridled, grew ever more rapid.

Zhongli frowned slightly, his mind already roughly understanding the reason. He slowly said, "My friend Xiao Yan, the reason why you are regressing on the path of cultivation and your Dou Qi has mysteriously disappeared is because of this ring you are wearing."

"Ring?" Xiao Yan and his son exclaimed in surprise at the words, their voices filled with confusion and shock. Xiao Yan's face was filled with puzzlement, his eyes flickering with unconcealable confusion. He said anxiously, "This ring is my mother's heirloom. It is the most precious thing I have in this world. How could my mother have the heart to harm me?"

Zhongli nodded slightly, offering no further explanation. He simply held out his hands with a solemn expression. With a slight wave of his hands, an invisible force seemed to surge quietly through the air. Then, skillfully harnessing his divine power, he gently removed the ring from Xiao Yan's finger.

Because the light was too dim, Zhongli opened his left hand, and in the blink of an eye, a blazing flame illuminated the entire room.

"Wow, it's so hot, so hot."

A faint voice came from the ring, and the next second a cloud of white smoke filled the air, and finally gradually condensed into a white-haired old man with only the upper body.

Xiao Yan and his son were even more frightened and hurriedly stood together in a fighting stance.

"You...are you a human or a ghost? Why are you in my mother's ring? Why are you pestering me and absorbing my fighting spirit?"

Xiao Yan's initial shock was gradually replaced by a surge of anger. For many years, he had been deeply tormented by the label of "waste", until his spirit was almost broken.

"Fuck your mother!!!"

It was obvious that his reputation as a "genius" was not as widespread as that of a "fallen genius". It was said that the reputation had even spread to the Yunlan Sect thousands of miles away.

Although Xiao Yan's mentality is far superior to that of his peers, he is still a fifteen-year-old child after all.

But the mysterious old man simply ignored Xiao Yan. After scanning everyone, his eyes fell on Zhongli.

The mysterious old man narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of elusiveness. He asked tentatively, "I wonder if this fellow Daoist is a powerful person from Zhongzhou?"

Zhongli shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself, I don't even know where the so-called Zhongzhou is located, so how could I be a powerful person from there?

"Please get back to the point and tell me your question." Zhongli's voice was cold and low, as if carrying an invisible power. "It is probably not this seemingly ordinary ring itself that is constantly absorbing Xiao Yan's Dou Qi, but you, hidden within the ring."

Upon hearing this, the mysterious old man felt a surge of pressure. He knew full well that the person before him was unfathomable. He was completely unable to discern Zhongli's mysterious cultivation level. It was as if the other person was shrouded in a mist, making him unpredictable.

This means two situations: one is that this person has no cultivation and is just an ordinary person.

The second possibility is that this person's strength is far above one's own, at least at a higher level.

But just now, he was only burned by the flames in Zhongli's hands for two or three seconds, and he was completely unable to bear it and had to retreat.

Obviously, Zhongli is the latter.

This is also the reason why Xiao Zhan respects Zhongli so much.

What kind of flame is this? It is even stronger than my Bone Spirit Cold Fire. There is no record of flames of this color in the List of Strange Fires.

He couldn't see Zhongli's realm, but Zhongli didn't look like an ordinary person at all.

"My name is Yao Chen, and I'm an eighth-grade peak alchemist. It's true that I absorbed the Dou Qi from this little kid. I won't make excuses for what I've done." Yao Chen didn't dare to hesitate. The man in front of him might be a Dou Zong level warrior, and he simply couldn't contend with him, whose soul had just recovered to the Dou Huang stage.

In order to save his life, he had no choice but to prove his worth.

However, Yao Chen thought that once he had the title of an eighth-grade alchemist, he would be able to make a name for himself.

But there was no surprise on the faces of the three people in front of him.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly. He had not seen many alchemists, but he knew that even a second-grade alchemist would take the Xiao family's entire fortune to hire for just one or two years.

This old man in front of him, a floating ghost without even a genitalia, actually claimed to be an eighth-grade alchemist. What eighth-grade alchemist would hide in a ring and absorb the fighting spirit of a child who had just been promoted to a fighter?
Xiao Zhan completely confirmed his guess: There is indeed nothing wrong with my Yan'er's physique. It seems that the decline in his cultivation is due to this evildoer.

Zhongli was even more different. He had never heard of any alchemists on this continent, so naturally he wouldn't be interested in Yao Chen's so-called peak eighth-grade alchemy.

The air was quiet at this moment.

What Yao Chen didn't expect was that when he said that he was an eighth-grade alchemist, he was the first to be shocked.

What's going on? Could it be that something earth-shattering has happened on the continent in the years since I disappeared? Are eighth-grade alchemists now commonplace? Or is this a super-reclusive family? A reclusive family shouldn't have only this level of cultivation.

Just as Yao Chen was brainstorming, Zhongli broke the silence in the room.

"Yao Chen, taking something without asking is considered stealing. Since you've already admitted it, please give Xiao Yan an answer."

Within the vast order of the universe, Zhongli stands as the God of Contract. He mercilessly marks those souls who disregard moral principles as violators of their oaths. In his eyes, morality is not only the most subtle bond between hearts, but also a sacred contract formed naturally over the course of time.

(End of this chapter)