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Golden swirls appeared on the carpet of Wayne Manor.

Xiu En landed steadily on the ground.

His expression was even brighter than that of a mischievous child returning home for the Chinese New Year, and he pulled out a glass bottle.

Following closely behind was a disheveled John Constantine.

"Ahem, hey buddy, next time could we choose a slightly gentler landing method?"

Constantine brushed the dust off his clothes and instinctively reached for a cigarette, but as soon as his hand reached into his pocket, he touched the scalding hot gold coin, and his face immediately turned into a miserly smile.

But his smile quickly faded.

Because he could see his surroundings clearly.

A huge crystal chandelier.

The medieval oil painting hanging on the wall depicts an old butler calmly looking at him while holding a silver tray.

And the dark-haired man sitting on the sofa with sharp eyes.

"Damn! Bruce Wayne's here too?"

Constantine blurted out a curse word without thinking.

Although he had seen this face in other parallel universes, the overwhelming aura of money still made this poor mage, who had long lived in slums and on the edge of hell, feel suffocated.

"Welcome back, Mr. Shuen."

Afu's voice rang out at just the right moment.

He acted as if he hadn't seen the homeless man reeking of smoke, and elegantly handed him a hot towel.

Shuen casually took the towel and wiped his face, greeted Alfred and Bruce and introduced Constance to them, then turned his gaze to the figure who had been standing by the window waiting.

Ivy.

When Xiu En returned, the plant scent, which had been somewhat agitated because of his absence, calmed down the moment he landed.

As Xiu En walked toward her, the aloof divinity that had always clung to him, making it difficult to look directly at him, quickly faded away.

He reverted to being that slightly annoying Xiu En, whose mind was only on eating and playing.

"Hey, missed me?"

Xiu En grinned and moved closer, ignoring the dangerous signal emanating from Ivy's slightly narrowed eyes.

"You have a strange smell about you."

Ivy wrinkled her nose, ignoring his teasing.

She smelled the scent of dust from a different dimension on Xiu En, as well as an aura that instinctively disgusted her.

"That's the taste of seasoning."

Xiu En smiled mysteriously, then held up the glass bottle in front of Ivy as if presenting a treasure.

Inside the bottle, a small red creature was curled up in a ball, shivering.

It has a pair of extremely delicate ram horns and its whole body emits a red glow, making it look like a well-made figurine.

Even through the glass and the seal set up by Xiu En, she could sense the terrifying malice contained within, enough to instantly wither the entire forest.

"What is this?"

Ivy's brow furrowed even more, and the vines twisted uneasily at her feet.

"Don't tell me you went out of town just to catch a mutated red-skinned rat."

"A rat? No, no, this is much more precious than a rat."

Xiu En shook the bottle, and the little thing inside was immediately disoriented and let out a faint squeaking.

"Guess what? There's a prize if you guess right."

Xiu En blinked.

"Here's a hint: this thing is incredibly heat-resistant, and its size is so large it could kick the Earth like a ball."

Constantine, standing behind, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Heat-resistant?

Using demons as fuel that burns for a long time?

He glanced at the bottle, then at Ivy with her complicated expression, and tactfully moved closer to Afu, trying to get a drink to calm his nerves.

Before Ivy could even begin to guess, Xiu En impatiently shoved the glass bottle into her hand.

"This is top-quality stuff that I searched through two universes to find. It's definitely better than any fertilizer for your precious flowers and plants."

As Xiu En spoke, he slumped onto the sofa and grabbed a handful of cookies from the plate that Afu had brought him, stuffing them into his mouth.

Ivy looked down at the bottle in her hand.

The tiny red demon was pressed against the glass wall, staring at her with a look of terror that seemed to bulge its eyes out.

It could sense that although this woman did not possess the divine fire that could burn everything like the Light Man, she had a kind of icy thirst belonging to plants that made it even more terrifying.

"Okay, I think I know who it is."

Ivy's fingers gently traced the smooth glass bottle, a dangerous glint flashing in her green eyes.

The shared memories allowed her to clearly recall the despair and pain her clone felt in the last moment before disappearing in that black-and-white town.

Later, Xiu En went on a quest for revenge and brought back this little thing.

Then it's not hard to guess.

"I remember, your name is Xisorn, right?"

Ivy slowly lifted the bottle and looked into the eyes of the little thing inside.

"You killed my clone, you destroyed my sunflower. Did you think hiding in this bottle would turn you into some kind of protected endangered species?"

Inside the bottle, Sithon shook its head frantically, its two little paws pounding against the glass, letting out silent screams.

It tried to use even the weakest dark magic to break the seal, but the Golden Crow Divine Fire left by Xiu En was like an insurmountable electric net, burning its soul with heat with every touch.

"However, Xiu En is right."

Ivy smiled.

"Since you are the source of chaos, it means you have infinite possibilities. Ordinary fertilizer is too boring."

"I was wondering, if I planted you at the base of a Venus flytrap, could I cultivate a houseplant that could devour dark magic and even prey across dimensions?"

As she spoke, several tender green vines had already sprouted from her fingertips.

These vines, like living little snakes, coiled around the mouth of the bottle, greedily sniffing out every trace of chaotic energy leaking from the cracks.

"Or perhaps I could graft you onto a mandrake? I want to hear if a demon's scream can shatter glass."

Constantine, standing to the side, silently downed the glass of whiskey that had just been poured.

He looked at the woman who was seriously planning how to dismember a demon into eight pieces for experiments.

Then she glanced at the man next to her, who was eating cookies without a care in the world.

I couldn't help but shiver.

"Ahem, beautiful lady."

Constantine spoke cautiously, trying to make his presence known even slightly.

"If a demon of this level were to descend directly to the earth without proper preparation, it could cause soil acidification or trigger a small-scale dimensional collapse. I have a few good sealing formations that might be able to pre-treat it for you?"

Ivy turned her head and glanced at him.

"No need. Plant roots are stronger than any magic circle, and the sun is watching here too."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"Thank you, Xiu En, I really like this gift."

After Ivy left, the lighthearted look on Xiu En's face, which he had been using to amuse himself, quickly disappeared.

He turned and stepped out of the hall, onto the open lawn outside Wayne Manor.

He stretched out his finger and made a light stroke in the air.

The folded and compressed pseudo-light body crashed down from the space, even creating a wide crater.

Constantine strolled out of the hall, hands tucked into his pockets, rubbing his slightly cold arms. Latest chapter: [Chapter Title] - High-energy plot! Come and see!

He walked to the edge of the pit and stood there, sensing Xiu En's undisguised appetite. He thought Xiu En was going to devour this body.

"Such a robust base, such pure energy."

Constantine exhaled a long stream of smoke.

"Boss, this is enough to make someone choke to death. What, you're out in the middle of the night because you think the room isn't big enough for your fighting skills and you're getting ready for a proper meal?"

"I won't eat this."

Xiu En stared at the thing at the bottom of the pit with disgust in his eyes.

The dark golden body was not only enormous, but the muscle lines and facial features on it were exactly the same as Xiu En's.

The only difference is that its eyes are closed, making it look like a lifeless molded statue.

"Who would bite into a face that looks exactly like their own?"

Xiu En walked around the pit and kicked the body with his foot.

"But that evil god was very fat. I only caught a part of his consciousness this time, but I remember the smell of that rat."

Constantine understood Shuen's thoughts.

"You want to take this thing to another dimension and continue fishing for it?"

"I just tear the fish out of the water and clean it thoroughly."

"But you're a seasoned expert in casting and setting lines. I want to ask you for a good trick to lure the enemy into a trap."

Upon hearing this, Constantine raised one eyebrow all the way up to his hairline.

His lips curled into an uncontrollable downward grin, revealing the cunning smile of someone who had been living off the gates of hell for years.

"Then you've come to the right person. In this field, when it comes to the tricks used to kill those high-ranking lords, villains, and gods, I could even open several advanced training courses for senior instructors."

Then he reached out and made several complex hand gestures on the bright, dark gold body cover.

"Those moldy things hiding in the deep space are incredibly arrogant, and they're like reincarnated starving ghosts. They always need fresh blood."

Constantine tapped on the seam where the shoulder bones of the body were joined.

"All you need to do is carve a reverse magic energy attenuation array inside this shell. That is, thin the shell's original high-dimensional reflection layer by a little bit."

Constantine brought his fingers together in mid-air to form two concentric circles.

"Simulate the decay frequency to the original red rat's mournful cry. Then, place it in a new environment with abundant magical energy."

Constantine thought for a moment and continued.

"For example, on another parallel universe, when the demon god there smells this defeated yet delicious bait, those vicious dogs will come straight over to reap the benefits. They don't even need to come to you; they'll eagerly rush to get in."

Constantine thought for a moment and continued.

"For example, on another parallel universe, when the demon god there smells this defeated yet delicious bait, those vicious dogs will come straight over to reap the benefits. They don't even need to come to you; they'll eagerly rush to get in."

"What if we don't grab it?"

"Then pour two mouthfuls of that kind of yang fire that you're really good at into the core."

Constantine chuckled even more wildly, spreading his hands wide.

"For those filthy creatures who are used to eating the dregs of black, rotten, poisonous magic, they also crave to devour the power of light. Then I'll add an insulting spell to lure them over. Once they come, I'll catch them one by one."

Hughes reached out and patted Constantine on the shoulder.

"That's settled then, good luck!"

Constantine was so struck that he almost stumbled forward, but he immediately pulled out a black pen and began to inscribe the most vulgar insults on the dark gold face.

Next day.

early morning.

The sunlight illuminated the dark golden shell.

After a night of settling, the body shrank to the size of a normal person, emitting an indescribable stench and a strong wave of mockery.

That was the most vile signal in the realm of high-dimensional magic, enough to lure out any greedy predator.

Constantine put his hands in his pockets.

He let out a long yawn.

His eyes were sunken, but he was extremely excited and very satisfied with his masterpiece of deception and fraud.

"Perfectly done, boss."

Constantine pointed to the bait at the bottom of the pit.

"Next comes the baiting phase. I don't recommend you go there yourself with this level of stench bomb; it'll scare them away. I suggest you grab some clueless thug from the Gotham underworld. Give him some money, or don't give him any money at all, just erase his consciousness and have him carry this thing to another parallel universe and leave it there."

Constantine noticed that Shuen's expression was off, but he continued speaking anyway.

"When that unlucky guy is swallowed whole by the otherworldly demon along with this fish skin, you reappear and scoop up the big fish. That's called luring the enemy in deep and providing an alibi."

Xiu En looked at the finished product.

"There's no need for such beating around the bush. Having a frail, burdensome person wandering around in front of me will only make me miss the best time to start the banquet."

Hugh turned and glanced at Constantine.

"The kind of thing that these evil gods always fight over is death. There's no need to sacrifice others; I can just set the trap myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiu En slightly raised his chin, and the Zhaoming Pendant emitted a bright halo.

With just a pause of a breath, the air beside him began to boil violently.

At this moment, a vast amount of golden crow divine fire and light energy were woven together.

A semi-transparent holographic figure with an appearance and physique exactly the same as Xiu En's original body, even the trench coat on his body was a one-to-one replica, stepped firmly onto the ground.

As soon as the clone landed, it casually picked up the dark gold empty shell out of thin air, as if it were a briefcase.

The clone weighed the heavy object in its hand and subconsciously turned its head to look at its left shoulder.

Clearly, this clone didn't have Xiao Hua; only the cold morning breeze swept across the collar of her clothes.

Since the main body didn't have a sunflower when the projection was created, the automatic distraction and group travel mechanism wasn't directly triggered.

Xiu En pursed his lips.

Without Xiaohua, who's always complaining about how dirty this place is and how smelly that place is, doing the damage assessment, this fishing activity would have been a bit less fun.

He turned around and shouted loudly at the plants in the open space.

"Put down that mud in your hand! We're going out to eat and drink at someone else's yard, we don't have time to wait for you to water the flowers!"

Xiu En spoke in a loud and clear voice.

The air was silent for a full ten seconds.

Just as Constantine pulled out his second cigarette to light it and smooth things over, a yellowish-green shadow wrapped in gold-edged green leaves darted out.

It was a newly sprouted sunflower with roots that looked like feet.

The little thing didn't even stop to look where it was going; its dozen or so thick, sturdy roots darted across the lawn at a speed that left afterimages as it raced toward this side.

"You're so slow. I won't take you next time."

Xiu En grinned and cursed, while squatting down and extending his free left arm.

The little sunflower, running with great momentum, did not slow down at all, and leaped up suddenly along Xiu En's outstretched arm.

Using the resilient vines as a guide, the flower spiraled up to the main seat and then sat down comfortably on the main body's left shoulder.

As a sunflower appeared on the main body, a sunflower also appeared on the projection of Xiu En.

The flower head shook twice to shake off the dew.

"Come on, come on! I'll go with you since you can eat so much fat. x2"

Ivy's voice came through.

"Hurry up and open the door to turn those unlucky fish into my organic compost! And you'd better eat elegantly this time. x2"

Xiu En raised his eyebrows happily, and forcefully slashed a spacetime rift with high temperature in mid-air with his finger.

Just you wait, Sithon!

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