Chinese Superman

Chapter 193 Earth is Crying for Help, The Mystery of the Doomsday Report

Bai Xianshuang stood there, surrounded by a faint sword light, completely naked except for her long black hair hanging down, barely covering her front.

But she showed no shyness whatsoever. Instead, she tilted her head, blinked, and looked at Xia Xinghan.

There was curiosity, smugness, and a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Master."

When she spoke, her voice was clear and melodious, like a jade chime, with a touch of playfulness.

"Do you think this is okay?"

Xia Xinghan looked at her.

There was a two-second silence.

Then----

"Put your clothes on first."

His voice sounded calm and even, yet it carried a hint of helplessness.

Bai Xianshuang blinked.

"Oh," she responded, looking down at herself, cupping her hands in front of her like a melon, then looking up again, "So, Master, do you prefer big breasts or small breasts?"

Xia Xinghan's brow twitched.

"Whatever you wish, hurry up and put your clothes on."

His tone remained calm, but Bai Xianshuang clearly saw that the tips of his master's ears turned slightly red.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter was crisp and clear, like the wind blowing through a bamboo forest, like spring water hitting stones.

"It can't be too small, nor too big; a well-proportioned shape is best."

Then she raised her hand and tapped lightly with her fingertips.

The snow-white feathers that had been shed during the transformation suddenly floated up, swirling, dancing, and intertwining in the air.

One piece, three pieces, ten pieces, a hundred pieces.

They seem to be alive, weaving, sewing, and taking shape on their own.

In the blink of an eye, a feathered garment landed in Bai Xianshuang's hands.

Her feathered robe was as white as snow, as light and thin as clouds, with faint silver threads embroidered along the edges, vaguely resembling the shape of sword energy.

The neckline was slightly tapered, the cuffs were wide, and a matching silk sash was tied around the waist, hanging down and swaying gently in the wind.

Bai Xianshuang donned a feathered robe.

It went around in circles.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her black hair flew in the air.

She stood on the beacon tower, with a vast sea of ​​clouds behind her and an endless sky above her.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, gilding her with a faint golden hue.

She was aloof and otherworldly, ethereal and otherworldly.

Yet her eyes were bright and lively, and a smile played on her lips.

A cool and aloof demeanor, and a lively spirit—two qualities that should be contradictory—are miraculously blended together in her.

"Master."

She tilted her head slightly, smiling broadly.

"Does this dress look good?"

Xia Xinghan looked at her.

After a moment, he nodded slightly: "It's alright."

Bai Xianshuang's eyes lit up immediately.

When Master says "It's alright," it means it's very good! It means it's excellent! It means it's superb!

She couldn't help but spin around again, her feathered robes fluttering like a graceful crane, then skipped and hopped over to Xia Xinghan, leaning closer and tilting her face up.

"Master, Master."

She blinked, her tone a mix of flattery and coquettishness: "I hope Master will have sex with me more often in the future."

Xia Xinghan:

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No, something doesn't sound right here.

What do you mean by "being possessed"? That's called "possession"!

Wouldn't it be easy for others to misunderstand if they heard this?

"Let me leave all my senior brothers, sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters far behind!"

Bai Xianshuang spoke with confidence and without the slightest embarrassment.

Xia Xinghan glanced at her unexpectedly.

This face clearly resembles that of a celestial being, ethereal and otherworldly.

This demeanor is clearly that of a cold and aloof sword immortal.

But at this moment, the fairy swordswoman was blinking her eyes, looking at him expectantly, and saying things like "Come on to me a few more times."

He shook his head helplessly: "When I saw you in your crane form, you were otherworldly, ethereal like a fairy. The name I gave you also has a cool and aloof feel, 'Holding Frost'—how poetic!"

Xia Xinghan paused for a moment, then said, "Who knew you were so mischievous by nature?"

Bai Xianshuang didn't take it to heart; instead, she laughed even harder.

"Does Master prefer my original form, or my current form?"

Xia Xinghan did not answer.

He suddenly realized that there was some truth to the ancient supernatural tales that often referred to women who were actually demons as fox spirits.

Monsters can transform into human form, using the power of creation to reshape their flesh and blood and arbitrarily customize their appearance.

Transformation is essentially a character customization game; who wouldn't try to create a perfect character?

If those busybodies who create beauty rankings were to score them, Bai Xianshuang would probably get 98 points, and even the former number one beauty in the world, Gao Yuexi, would have to step aside.

Xia Xinghan simply looked at her, his gaze containing a hint of helplessness and a subtle, almost imperceptible, indulgence.

"You will also be the master of the dojo in the future," he said, his tone becoming slightly more serious. "You can create all things in the dojo, and you can also let heaven and earth nurture all living beings in your dojo."

"He is noble as the Lord of the Dao, and revered as a Divine Transformation."

"You can't be so frivolous and unserious."

Bai Xianshuang's smile faded.

She stood up straight, bowed her head slightly, and looked like she was receiving instruction.

"Master is right."

Then she looked up, blinked, and changed the subject: "But then~"

She leaned closer, lowered her voice, as if telling a secret: "I only do this in front of Master."

"In front of the disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Palace, I am still Gao Lenghe!"

When she said the words "Gao Leng He," she deliberately put on a stern face and acted as if she were cold and aloof, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned and there was a clear smile in her eyes. No matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like aloof at all.

Xia Xinghan glared at her, but in the end, he couldn't help but chuckle softly and wave his hand, saying, "Alright, whatever you want. Just be yourself."

Bai Xianshuang laughed again.

She thought it was good that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

In front of outsiders, she is a cold and impeccable crane, but in front of Xia Xinghan, she is a crying child. Only he knows the unknown side of the young crane.

Xia Xinghan glanced at Bai Xianshuang out of the corner of his eye, and felt that something was off.

Why does it give off a feeling of a crane with a contrasting appearance?!

Bai Xianshuang stood beside Xia Xinghan, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds. The fierce winds of the heavens lifted her hair and clothes, making them flutter as if she were about to fly away on the wind.

There was a moment of silence.

She suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Master."

There was a hint of confusion in her voice.

"When I broke through just now, I seemed to sense something."

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Xia Xinghan turned his head to look at her.

"The will of Earth—hmm—the Way of Heaven." Bai Xianshuang frowned slightly, tilting her head thoughtfully as she answered, "It seems like a vague will is being transmitted down from the Twelve Heavenly Towers."

She paused.

"However, since we're quite far apart, my understanding might not be accurate."

Xia Xinghan's expression shifted slightly.

The twelve levels of the Heavenly Ascension Tower in the Nascent Soul Realm are indeed getting closer and closer to the Heavenly Dao.

The higher you climb, the closer you are to the Dao of Heaven, the clearer your perceptions become, and the deeper your communication becomes.

But Bai Xianshuang had only just ascended to the first tower of heaven.

It is still extremely far from the Heavenly Dao.

Normally, cultivators at this level of Nascent Soul stage can only vaguely sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao; direct communication is almost impossible.

Unless you're in a really urgent situation.

So urgent was the need to personally travel across almost the entire Nascent Soul realm to deliver the message.

Xia Xinghan turned around and asked, "What did Heaven say?"

Bai Xianshuang looked at him.

The playfulness in those clear, black-and-white eyes had vanished, replaced by a hint of solemnity.

She only uttered two words: "Help."

The wind blows from afar.

The dust on the beacon tower was stirred up, causing Xia Xinghan's clothes to flutter and his three thousand strands of white hair to swirl in the air.

The Great Wall stretches into the distance, silent as a dragon.

The sea of ​​clouds surged silently.

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Xia Xinghan stood there, silent for a long time.

Bai Xianshuang looked at him and fell silent. After a long while, she couldn't help but ask, "Master, what does the Heavenly Dao mean?"

She slapped her smooth forehead, which was dotted with cinnabar: "As expected, my understanding is too shallow, my perspective is too limited, and I have not correctly grasped the meaning of the Dao."

"How about—Master, you help me climb to the second floor again?"

Xia Xinghan glanced at his disciple and said irritably, "With your meager swordsmanship, you'd be lucky to be able to imprint a radius of one mile, let alone ten miles. Dream on! Focus on building up your foundation!"

Immediately, his tone shifted, becoming serious, and he admonished, "Cultivation is about finding your own path and following your own way!"

"If I do everything for you, your own path will go astray. You won't see the effects in the short term, but over time the drawbacks will become apparent. This is self-destructive behavior, so don't be careless."

Bai Xianshuang was startled, alarm bells ringing in her mind, and she quickly replied, "Yes, disciple understands."

"Hmm—cultivation requires hands-on practice. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and throwing you into Martial God Mountain to hone your mind and willpower. Don't even think about coming back until you reach the summit!"

"As for saving lives—"

Xia Xinghan's voice grew increasingly heavy. He looked up and gazed through the sea of ​​clouds, as if he could see the indescribable thing located atop the twelve-story tower of Ascending Heaven.

"The will of Earth is crying for help."

"In the end, Heaven's will is no match for four hands, and one tree cannot hold up the sky alone. It has held back so many 'apocalyptic' invasions for a full ten years."

He continued, pondering, as if talking to himself, yet also explaining to Bai Xianshuang: "Perhaps—Earth originally had teammates too."

"Those teammates—those planets that also gave birth to civilization and the same will."

His gaze deepened.

"They fell one by one."

"One after another, until finally, only He remained."

This was not Xia Xinghan's wild guess, but a deduction based on a strong premonition after ten years of quiet contemplation.

Perhaps the worlds in the "Reborn Doomsday Report" are Earth's "teammates," only they ultimately succumbed to the numerous apocalypses.

Perhaps those Earths are not simply parallel universes, but have a deeper connection with this Earth.

Perhaps those "reborn" were not lucky enough to travel to this Earth, but were sent here by the will of the world before the destruction of their original world, with the purpose of giving a warning.

Perhaps the revival of Earth's spiritual energy is not a coincidence, nor is it "water without a source, a tree without roots." It is the final gift from many "planetary" entities.

The current era of high martial arts and the current Great Xia Dynasty are not the achievements of Martial Ancestor alone.

It was a miracle achieved by dozens, or even hundreds or thousands of Earths through countless different efforts!

Therefore, at this very moment, the daily lives of the 1.4 billion people of China are experiencing are actually a series of incredible miracles.

Bai Xianshuang listened quietly, her thoughts slightly heavy, the playfulness on her face completely gone.

She stood there, like a white plum blossom standing on the edge of a cliff.

"What should we do, Master?" she asked softly.

Xia Xinghan did not answer immediately.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the Great Wall, over the passes, over that invisible boundary, and looking out over the wall.

There, it was ruins, a wasteland, a death ground where countless monsters roamed.

There, the scars left by the great destruction ten years ago have yet to heal.

That place is the Dark Age, the world outside the wall.

Xia Xinghan spoke casually, seemingly without a care in the world: "Now that I have opened up the Great Dao Realm, I will put my knowledge into practice. Once I call you 'fellow Daoist,' I will walk alongside the Great Dao, advance and retreat together, and protect all living beings."

All living beings are the living beings of heaven and earth.

They are also his sentient beings!

Xia Xinghan turned around and laughed, "We Dao cultivators, what do we have to fear in a battle?!"

Bai Xianshuang was so excited by the question that her feathered robes fluttered without wind, and a long river of sword energy surged within her wide sleeves.

"We must first pacify our own internal affairs before we can fight external threats," he continued. "Before we provide support to Earth, we need to eliminate some of these guys first."

Bai Xianshuang's beautiful eyes brightened, like autumn water, or like the frost reflecting off a precious sword under the moon.

His eyes were filled with surprise, anticipation, and barely suppressed excitement.

"Master!"

She leaned closer, her voice rising a few decibels: "Are you going to make your move?"

"To raze all the calamities of the world outside the wall?"

Xia Xinghan nodded slightly.

The things outside the wall, such as the zombie emperor, the deep-sea beast king, and the evil god's clone, have been entrenched and causing havoc for ten years.

It's not that he can't get rid of him.

It's because they don't want to get rid of it.

In the Great Xia Dynasty of the High Martial Era, there is a need for crisis, for enemies, and for a sword hanging over everyone's heads, forcing everyone to work hard and become stronger.

And now—

He's leaving soon.

Before I leave, I need to dull the tip of this sword a bit.

Remove those truly deadly fangs.

Humanity needs crises, but not deadly ones!

Xia Xinghan gazed westward.

That's the direction where the mutated zombie emperor is entrenched.

The once majestic Mount Olympus has fallen completely. The Pantheon is destroyed, and the land is a mountain of corpses. A towering, godlike figure, shrouded in a black robe, sits on a stone chair in the temple.

He was once the leader of the three giants of the Pantheon, but now he has been "invaded" by the zombie virus and become an extraordinary zombie.

God among zombies, emperor among zombies!

He commands hundreds of millions of zombies across Europe!

"who!"

In an instant, the mutated zombie emperor sensed the gaze that was watching him and let out a furious roar, suppressing his anger.

"Is it you? The Eastern deity who reigns atop the city walls!"

A deafening, hoarse shout echoed above the temple, causing the thousands of zombies on Mount Olympus to put down their gnawed limbs, raise their hideous faces, and roar in unison, like the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves—a truly horrifying sight.

"Ten years, a full ten years, you've divided the world in two with a wall."

"Heh heh, I can smell the sweet scent of human blood within the walls. It's so tempting. Eastern gods, you've raised them so well; they're quite delicious, like livestock for me. But you can protect them for a while, not forever."