I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

At this moment, the young man standing next to Feng Cheng finished his scrutiny and spoke in a tone of great interest:

"You're Jiang Shuo? Your cultivation isn't particularly outstanding, so why did the clan elders grant you special permission to participate in the martial arts competition?"

"Tsk, what race are you?"

Following the teasing voice, Jiang Shuo looked at the young man in front of him, sizing him up and noticing a faint air of arrogance and condescension on his face.

"It's normal that you can't even tell which clan I belong to, let alone understand your clan elder's intentions."

After saying that, Jiang Shuo looked away and ignored him, explaining to Ye Guyi why she was allowed to go to the inner sect.

The young man narrowed his eyes and was about to speak again when the deputy commander of the Azure Sky Army stopped him with a gesture of respect. "Enough, Yanshan. Don't question the elder's decision."

The young man named Yanshan snorted coldly, "I won't ask. There will be plenty of people asking when we get to the inner sect. Why do we need an outsider to participate in our martial arts competition for the geniuses of each branch?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and left.

Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan, and Ling Cai'er were all immersed in the sudden joy, and no one noticed the subtle unpleasantness.

Phoenix Clan Inner Sect!

If even the outer sect is so vast and grand, what must the inner sect be like?

Jiang Shuo glanced at the empty doorway, lost in thought.

Is that gray-robed old man the elder of the Phoenix Clan?

Looking back now, I think that his recommendation for me to participate in the martial arts competition was probably not just because we got along well. Perhaps, it was also to let him hone the skills of the younger generation of the Phoenix Clan.

If this kind of personality were prevalent among the elite members of the clan, they would certainly need to be disciplined.

……

Riding on the Azure Sky Army's airship and through a space teleportation array, the group successfully arrived at the Phoenix Clan's inner sect several hours later.

The inner sanctuary still resembles a large grove of paulownia trees, but apart from this outer shell, everything else is vastly different.

If the outer sect is somewhat relaxed, then the inner sect is always in a hurry, with everyone constantly on edge.

Feng Cheng said that this was the unique atmosphere of the inner sect, and also the reason why the elite talents of the Phoenix Clan could look down on the world.

Chapter 306 Doctor Strange's Falling Out with the Ancient One

"When did you start drinking cheap liquor, Stephen?"

At Kamar-Taj, the king walked toward Doctor Strange, who was sitting in a chair.

"Since I came here."

Doctor Strange turned around. “When I have something bothering me, I like to use some alcohol to solve it, especially cheap alcohol. Although I now have the secrets of magic, it doesn’t seem to solve most problems.”

"At least it helped you get rid of the eye demon, didn't it?"

With his hands behind his back, Wang said to Doctor Strange, "You saved New York."

"That wasn't my doing. That was Spider-Man and Ant-Man. I know my own strength. Those are monsters I can't handle."

Wang shook his head. "Never underestimate yourself, Stephen. You possess magical talent that no one can match."

Stephen didn't continue the conversation on that topic, but instead asked Wang, "Why aren't you resting so late?"

"I got up to go to the mage's toilet."

As he spoke, he glanced at Doctor Strange's right hand.

Doctor Strange gently turned his hand over so that the other man wouldn't see what he was holding.

Although he knew he couldn't hide it from the king, he did it instinctively anyway.

"uh-huh."

When Wong saw the Eye of Agamotto in Doctor Strange's hand, he didn't expose him directly. Instead, he said to him, "I suggest you don't do anything foolish, Stephen."

He turned around and said, "I'm going to brew a pot of good tea so we can have a good chat tonight. You know, in China, we call this a 'candlelit talk at night'."

As Wang walked away, Doctor Strange called out to him.

"king!"

"what?"

Is fate truly unchangeable?

"I do not know."

Wang turned around. "But you already have the answer to this, don't you?"

Doctor Strange said nothing.

He thought of everything he had experienced in the illusionary eye.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save Christine.

Do not!

This is an illusion created by the other party based on their own weaknesses.

I am absolutely capable of changing myself.

Two time points.

One was that he was in a car accident, which resulted in comminuted fractures of both hands, and then, due to his stupidity and arrogance, he caused Christine's death.

At another point in time, he argued with Christine in the car, which directly led to her death.

If you want to change your destiny, from which point in time should you begin?

Watching Wang's departing figure, he made up his mind.

He put the Eye of Agamotto around his neck and then made a hand gesture.

The eerie green light emitted an even stronger glow, gradually engulfing him.

"I'll give it to you, Strange."

Standing before him was none other than Christine, who had already died.

He looked around in shock and realized that he had traveled to the past.

The night I argued with Christine.

Take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down.

"You look beautiful today, Christine."

"is it?"

Christine looked at him suspiciously. "Are you alright, Strange?"

She thought the other person was too traumatized by the car accident and was now experiencing mental problems.

Otherwise, why would they say such nonsensical things?

“Hey, listen, Strange, I promise you, your hand will be fine. All you need to do now is be patient and have faith in the current level of medical technology.”

Christine tried her best to persuade the other person.

"No, those things don't matter to me anymore. I mean, I don't care whether it heals or not, because there are more important things in my life."

"Uh"

Christine paused for a few seconds, then looked the other person over again.

“I’m glad you said that, Strange.”

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

"I'll take you home."

She offered to take Strange home.

Christine was in a good mood in the speeding car.

She was happy that her boyfriend had finally emerged from his days of depression.

You seem a little different today.

Christine said to him.

"Yes, I had a dream."

Strange smiled and said, "A very long dream."

Christine asked curiously, "About what?"

"I dreamt that I was in trouble, that I was already in trouble, and that I would get deeper and deeper into it."

"No oars, no boat, not even a pair of small inflatable 'arm floats'—the forces of darkness are closing in on me."

Christine shrugged. "That was a pessimistic dream."

"Yes, it's very pessimistic, but I still have a chance to make up for it. What makes me feel good is that I can swim back to shore and be ready to set off again. I can even return to shore multiple times."

He spoke to Christine, then closed his eyes and murmured, "Now I am making up for this regret. Although I have made many mistakes, having the opportunity to correct them is the greatest happiness for me."

"You will succeed, Strange."

Christine smiled and turned to him, replying.

The next second, blinding lights illuminated the entire cab.

To Strange's disbelief, a truck came hurtling straight toward him.

He then lost consciousness.

He awoke from his coma after an unknown amount of time.

My head was throbbing, and I felt a sharp, splitting pain that felt like it was about to burst open.

"Christine"

After recovering, he immediately looked for Christine in the driver's seat.

Lifting his slightly heavy arm, he found himself still in the truck, still sitting there.

The engine idled with a deep, pounding roar.