Chinese Superman

Chapter 125 The Human Imp Born Evil

There might be more than ten!

According to Xia Xinghan's deduction, the opposing forces on Earth should be one after another indescribable apocalypse.

The "Resurrected Doomsday Report" collected by the base is a thick stack!

If the Earth's will cannot withstand the onslaught, allowing numerous apocalypses to take advantage of the situation—

I can't believe it!

Fortunately, as things stand, Mother Earth is still quite resilient.

"Xinghan, your guess is very bold, and some of your ideas coincide with mine."

"However, the immediate priority is still to resolve the [Dungeon] crisis."

With a solemn expression, Mr. Qian turned a page.

The following content contains information about the invasion of the Jin City instance.

For example, the difficulty and scope of a dungeon will be "dynamically adjusted" based on the strength of the players.

Furthermore, once monsters enter the [Dungeon], they do not exit through the [Portal], but are randomly teleported to various corners of the [Dungeon].

This is an added layer of protection in the "other world" setting, designed to prevent anyone from sabotaging the fishing pond.

The bad news is that dungeons are not very useful for humans; they can't kill monsters to level up, and they can't use equipment.

The good news is that firearms and other firearms, as well as relics, will not be forcibly locked in the inventory, because humans, as "wild monsters," do not have an attribute panel.

Additionally, if any items are found in the monsters' inventory or equipment slots after they are killed, they will all drop from the inventory.

This has absolutely nothing to do with "drop rate".

If you have it, you can explode!

Like the time in Taihang Mountain, when Xia Xinghan returned from the [Other World], his [Inventory] disappeared, and then it was stored in his [Inventory].

All the equipment and magic cores in the game were "dropped".

Furthermore, based on the battle between Xiang Xiaohu and Chief Hanshan, it can be confirmed that items such as blood potions can be effective on people.

In other words, aside from equipment needing to be equipped in the [Equipment Slot] to be effective, other items in the [Otherworld] are useful!

"That's good news."

Seeing this, Old Qian, who had been frowning, finally relaxed: "Although we can't upgrade or use equipment, it's still good that we can use items from the [Otherworld]."

Xia Xinghan said with a smile, "Grandpa Qian, there is actually another piece of good news."

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"Oh? Tell me about it."

Mr. Qian put down the paper report and looked at Xia Xinghan, whose eyes flashed with a mischievous glint.

Xia Xinghan replied, "I discovered that although the [Otherworld] can detect even firearms clearly and include them in the [Dungeon] difficulty assessment, it cannot detect my [Eightfold Treasure Seal]."

"The eight-fold treasure seal?"

"Yes, it's a new martial art I created that will be passed down through generations."

"The reason I was able to deceive the assessment of the [Other World] this time was because of the [Eightfold Treasure Seal]."

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Xia Xinghan slowly said, "This seal technique was something I comprehended after studying the Tang Eightfold Treasure Box. Its core lies in sealing and concealment."

"It can not only seal off external enemies, but also perfectly lock away all its own energy, blood, and mental fluctuations, achieving a state indistinguishable from that of ordinary people."

Old Qian tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, immediately understanding Xia Xinghan's intention, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"You mean—to have everyone maintain this state of 'concealment' in normal times, disguising their own energy level as that of an ordinary person?"

"Conceal the [Otherworld] until the [Dungeon] difficulty assessment is complete, the [Portal] opens, monsters invade, and then the seal is broken!"

"That's right."

Xia Xinghan nodded, his smile widening: "Then, when the demon army surges in, thinking they're facing a flock of lambs to the slaughter—we'll collectively break the seal and give them a big surprise!"

In comparison, the probability of monsters in the other world blowing up fish ponds is much lower.

According to Xia Xinghan's observations and analysis, a fully-leveled high-tier monster would probably have to slaughter half a city to advance to a super-tier monster.

Without the experience points of hundreds of thousands of people, it would be impossible to upgrade it smoothly.

Therefore, high-level monsters generally won't be interested in small dungeons with only a few hundred players.

What?

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, no matter how small it is?

That's human thinking.

Moreover, most monsters are not very clever, and those that are clever are usually not very strong.

In the [Western Han Dynasty Gilt Bronze Boshan Incense Burner], Xia Xinghan glanced at the number of minotaurs and found that there were exactly two thousand. Unless Chief Hushan had obsessive-compulsive disorder, it meant that the [Instance] had a limit on the number of players.

A massive instance covering Tianjin has only two thousand slots available. And what about a simpler instance? The number of players will be even fewer.

Imagine this: a dozen or so goblins confidently enter an easy dungeon, thinking they've got it all figured out. But then hundreds or even thousands of people in the neighborhood break the seal, dozens of burly men at the Transcendent Realm surround them, and hundreds of elderly men and women at the Qi Refining Realm sit back and watch the show. The cunning and treacherous goblins instantly become weak and helpless, trembling with fear, clutching wooden sticks and rusty swords.

"Hahaha, that's a brilliant move!"

After hearing Xia Xinghan's description of the scene, Qian Lao couldn't help but praise it.

"The martial arts techniques passed down through generations are still too profound and mysterious. I will immediately organize experts to disassemble and simplify the Eightfold Treasure Seal, and then promote it nationwide!"

Xia Xinghan waved his hand and laughed, "Grandpa Qian, this martial art has even omitted the simplified process. It belongs to the type that is easy to learn but difficult to master. The difference between the beginning and the end is comparable to that between elementary school math problems and topology. It can be divided into six stages."

"The first stage is the simplest, which is a sandalwood box seal. Anyone who has entered the realm of martial arts can master it and can contain all the energy of the Qi Refining Realm."

Can't even learn the beginner level?

Then never mind what I said.

In theory, beginner-level martial arts is only slightly more difficult than radio calisthenics. It is equivalent to combining imagination with physical movements. For example, when you do the "Young Eagle Takes Flight" radio calisthenics, you should visualize a young eagle leaving its nest and spreading its wings to fly!

"The second stage is the Silver Treasure Seal, which is equivalent to Grade C martial arts and can conceal the aura of the Transcendent Realm."

"The third stage is the Golden Treasure Seal, a Grade B martial art that can conceal the Qi of the Innate Realm."

"The fourth stage is the Jade Treasure Seal, a first-grade martial art that can conceal the aura of a pseudo-core cultivator."

"The fifth stage is the Four Golden Pagoda Seals, a world-class martial art that can conceal the energy of the Five Elements Realm."

After listening attentively, Qian Xuesen couldn't help but ask curiously, "What about the sixth stage?"

Xia Xinghan replied, "The sixth stage is naturally to integrate the previous five seals into a complete eight-fold treasure box seal, which can contain the energy of the Golden Core realm."

"However, the Golden Core is already perfect and without leakage. It does not need external force to seal it and can completely contain all its energy."

"I see."

Old Qian nodded in realization, then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious: "Xinghan, there's something else. An urgent report came from the [Observatory] at noon. According to the abnormal fluctuations of the [Seismograph] and [Armillary Sphere] over the past three days, the spiritual energy tide in the Zhongnan Mountain area has reached a critical point and is expected to fully recover within the next 72 hours."

"Um?"

A glint of light flashed in Xia Xinghan's eyes.

Is Zhongnan Mountain, known as the "Fairyland" and the "Crown of Grotto Heavens," finally about to revive?

"That's right."

Mr. Qian said in a deep voice, "Therefore, the scale and intensity of this competition will far exceed that of previous famous historical sites."

"Several prominent families, the Hanging Temple, and the Quanzhen School—all have gathered at Zhongnan Mountain, awaiting that moment."

Old Qian paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Speaking of which, last time, when the precious treasures and spiritual fruits of the major families were stolen overnight, they were so enraged that they actually joined forces to clean up several foreign organizations that had been lurking in the country for many years."

"But this time, Zhongnan Mountain is something they are determined to take in order to make up for their losses, so you have to be extremely careful."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xinghan simply smiled and said calmly, "Don't worry, Grandpa Qian."

"Without the intervention of the Holy One, I am invincible!"

Zhongnan Mountain.

The spiritual energy is about to be restored, and it will be very different from the past.

Amidst the mountains, a misty haze hangs in the air, and rosy clouds appear and disappear.

Even the ordinary grass and trees appeared exceptionally lush and verdant at this moment, and some even began to emit a faint spiritual light.

Zhongnan Mountain is naturally vast, stretching from Lantian in the east to Zhouzhi in the west, covering a total area of ​​four to five thousand square kilometers. No matter how many people the various forces send, it is impossible for them to occupy every corner.

At this time, they each took refuge on the peaks and valleys, centered around Louguantai, waiting for their opportunity.

On a precipitous peak to the east, a middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume, carrying a sword on his back, overlooks the surrounding mountains.

On a gentle hillside to the west, a group of monks dressed in monastic robes sat cross-legged, their breathing steady as they chanted sutras in a low voice; they were the monks of the Hanging Temple.

On a platform to the south, backed by a sheer cliff, several Taoist priests in flowing robes, carrying long swords, stood silently, their aura sharp and subtly in harmony with nature—the elite of the Quanzhen School.

To the north, there are other prominent families.

Inside the valley, the atmosphere was subtle and heavy. They kept their distance from each other, wary of one another, and constantly watching Louguantai.

As for why it's Louguantai...

This is the legendary site where Lao Tzu preached and where Yin Xi built his hermitage!

Furthermore, the "Nine Elders of Louguan" are about to transform into the spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

Those are nine ancient cypress trees that have weathered a thousand years of wind and frost, now appearing even more lush, verdant, and vigorous under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

One of the trees has peculiar marks on its trunk, which are said to be the marks Lao Tzu used to tether his blue ox, hence the name "Tethered Ox Cypress".

Beneath the stone pavilion to the north, two people sat facing each other, brewing tea and boiling snow, conversing.

Wang Jialu remained leisurely and refined as he poured tea for Cui Kaicheng, saying, "Right now, Zhongnan Mountain has not fully awakened, its spiritual roots have not yet manifested, and its immortal treasures have not yet formed. Anyone who rashly occupies that place will immediately become the target of everyone's attacks."

"Therefore, all parties are merely observing from afar, secretly gathering strength, and waiting for the final moment to arrive."

"Brother Wang, I must admire your composure."

"I just can't sit still anymore."

Cui Kaicheng didn't drink the tea. Instead, he stood up, gazed at the surrounding peaks, his brow furrowed, and muttered to himself with worry, "Even the monks from the Hanging Temple and the Taoist priests from the Quanzhen School have come. A storm is brewing."

"Which company do you think will succeed this time?" he asked, turning around.

Wang Jialuo sniffed the aroma of the tea and replied with a smile, "The Wang and Cui families have joined forces not to occupy Zhongnan Mountain, but only to obtain one or two immortal treasures."

"What if we only manage to snatch one celestial treasure in the end?" Cui Kaicheng asked curiously.

"Just one."

Wang Jialuo took a small sip and calmly uttered four words: "Each relies on their own methods."

"It's all about using different methods again!"

Cui Kaicheng narrowed his eyes, snorted, and flicked his sleeves. Fortunately, he turned around and continued to gaze at the verdant valley.

The entire Louguantai area was filled with a heavy atmosphere and deathly silence. Even the strong winds that swept over the mountains were suppressed and subsided when they reached this place.

Cui Kaicheng said coldly, "Heh, all the forces are in a tense standoff, and no one dares to cross the line—"

Before he could finish speaking...

In a flash of light, a small figure appeared without warning.

Without dazzling light or grand fanfare, it landed on Louguantai as lightly and precisely as a feather.

There is an ancient stone ox under the "Xi Niu Bai" (a type of cypress tree), and he stands on the ox's back.

It was a child who looked no more than six or seven years old. In the dead of winter, he was dressed in simple casual clothes, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, looking around as if he were just an ordinary tourist visiting the historical site.

"!?!"

In an instant, countless gazes, like the sharpest arrows, focused on the child on the stone ox's back!

On the eastern mountain peak, at the Lü family camp, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing: "Who dares to be so bold?!"

On the western hillside, Master Huiming, draped in a kasaya, frowned slightly and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, this benefactor—"

On the south platform, a middle-aged Taoist priest from the Quanzhen School, with a handsome face and carrying a long sword, narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The forces to the north and from other directions immediately became agitated.

A series of powerful auras rose up, locking onto the suddenly appearing "uninvited guest".

The already heavy smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly intensified by a thousand times!

It looks like it could erupt at any moment!