Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Lu Mingfei is the kind of person that everyone thinks is silly, but actually he's incredibly shrewd.

At least that's how he sometimes feels.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly and recited a string of numbers.

Lu Mingfei quickly opened QQ and typed "add friend".

He stared at the account on his phone screen, whose profile picture was a dark purple full moon, and couldn't help but marvel.

Stylish! So stylish! In this non-mainstream era where most people are still using the default penguin avatar, the other person's avatar is actually a dark moon.

That's what taste is! This is it! Of course, he didn't say it to his face, lest he go too far.

He promptly added the other person as a friend, his gaze falling on their nickname.

Zhou Lan's nickname is very simple, consisting of only one character.

"moon".

Lu Mingfei was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the elder in front of him. The elder seemed to have a unique understanding of the moon.

Lu Mingfei reminisced about his high school days.

He was actually a lonely guy, though he didn't think so himself. In that house filled with his aunt's bossy attitude and complaints, he had his own little world.

The rooftop, where an air conditioner unit roared, offered a panoramic view of the city's nightscape and was where he most often spent time alone.

Many nights, he would sit on the rooftop overlooking this small southern town, and inevitably his gaze would drift to the moon hanging in the sky.

Sometimes it's a crescent moon, sometimes a waning moon, sometimes a full moon; the phases of the moon are ever-changing, but in the end, it is always a solitary moon illuminating the night sky.

Lu Mingfei always felt that the moon was lonely.

The lights in the entire city, though gathered together, are not as bright as this one, yet they huddle together, their light unable to reach the sky.

Therefore, what he said at Six Flags amusement park was indeed from the bottom of his heart.

Whether it's a person or a bird, no matter how high they fly, there will always be the moon above their head.

That's why people who love the moon are bound to be lonely.

For Zhou Lan, this elder, the moon may hold a unique significance.

"I've added it. Please remember to approve it!"

Lu Mingfei waved his phone.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly.

"Lu Mingfei!"

He said, "This power has its uses, but not at this moment!"

Lu Mingfei was momentarily dazed, then pouted and said, "I know, I don't have the ability to steal the boss's wedding car. He's been pretty good to me..." He thought Zhou Lan believed he would use this power to do something daring.

Zhou Lan shook her head: "The King of Earth and Mountains is about to awaken!"

Lu Mingfei was startled. The Dragon King again? He quickly replied sweetly, "Anyway, with you here, Teacher, there's nothing to worry about even if the Black King awakens!"

Lu Mingfei wasn't joking; he genuinely felt that way now.

Hearing this, Zhou Lan smiled and said, "I'll have other things to do then, and besides, it won't be easy to curry favor with me. You'll have to prove your worth!"

"I understand!" Lu Mingfei immediately stood at attention. "Mud is burned into a hard brick, and the brick's destiny is to be smashed on the back of someone's head!"

Lu Mingfei roughly understood what Zhou Lan needed his power for.

That makes sense. Masters like the Sweeping Monk don't easily show themselves; they can easily instruct their disciples and they'll be able to roam the martial world freely.

"So, when the time comes, I, Lu Ming, will transform into a brick from the Little Dragon Man brand and smash it on the back of the Dragon King's head!" he declared confidently. "Of course, others might see me as a monster, so I'll be a monster brick!" However, Zhou Lan still shook her head.

His gaze seemed to see further, further than Lu Mingfei could ever know. He said calmly, "You have a good sense of self-awareness, but of course, the Monster brand brick should be smashed hard on Ultraman's back of the head!"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, unable to understand Zhou Lan's meaning. Was this some kind of villainous drama where monsters save each other and are determined to defeat the righteous Ultraman? His voice softened, and he slowly said, "Actually, I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like if I became a monster one day, and Ultraman pointed at me and said, 'I must destroy you!'"

"Really?" Zhou Lan glanced at him sideways. "So, what will you do?" "Of course, I'll fight back!" Lu Mingfei puffed out his chest. "There's only one Ultraman, but there are a whole bunch of monsters! What will happen to the other little monsters if I fall? They'll be so pitiful!"

"Now that we've become monsters, we can't keep thinking about when we were human or Lu Mingfei!"

He spread his hands and said, "Just like you, teacher, if you became a monster, would you still think about being human before?" "No!"

Zhou Lan said.

"That's right, monsters certainly have their own thoughts, like protecting their other monster brothers and sisters, and fighting to the end against the righteous Ultraman!"

Lu Mingfei stammered.

"What's the point of constantly worrying about whether you're human or monster, a monster turned human or a human turned monster?" "Just do what's on your mind!"

Lu Mingfei spoke eloquently, even though he sometimes didn't understand his own affairs. But at this moment, what he said made unexpected sense.

silence.

After a moment, Zhou Lan slowly spoke, "What an interesting fellow!"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the obstacle and looking directly at the invisible moon in the infinite distance.

"you're right!"

He said.

Chapter Seventy: The Seven Deadly Sins

Far across the ocean, in the heart of another country, changes are quietly taking place without anyone noticing.

At first, it was just a tremor.

So everything was fine, and everyone lived in peace and contentment, until a change occurred that was enough to swallow the sky and cover the sun.

Late at night, in the principal's office.

Angers sat in his comfortable office chair, gazing at the man half-hidden in the moonlight and darkness.

After meeting with the other professors and his handpicked team to defeat the Dragon King, he had something to say to this being.

"The Dragon King has been resurrected!"

He spoke.

"I know!"

Zhou Lan remained calm, seemingly unconcerned.

"For someone like you, even facing the Dragon King directly can be considered a vacation?" Angers said slowly, his gaze piercing.

If there were a ranking of the dragons' enemies in this world, Hilbert Jean Angers would undoubtedly be at the top, unshakeable by anyone.

The Dragon King, in particular, was an absolute mortal enemy.

He fiddled with the folding knife in his hand, which was made from fragments of his friend's weapon, who had died in the war against the dragons.

The folding knife was unusually sharp, but not long ago, the man in front of him easily withstood its edge and flicked it away with a single finger.

"The location of the Dragon King's resurrection has been identified: in the center of another country!"

Angers provided his information.

"Someone will go, the person I've chosen!"

Zhou Lan said.

“Lu Mingfei?” Angers already knew that Zhou Lan had gone to Lu Mingfei’s dormitory today and had a long chat with him.

"It seems we've chosen the same person. He's my handpicked S-rank, with bloodlines that surpass ordinary people and extraordinary abilities!"

"Not by bloodline!"

Zhou Lan said, "That child is a talkative fellow, so as a reward, I gave him some other prizes!"

"A reward?" Angers frowned, puzzled by the reward Zhou Lan mentioned.

"Don't place too much importance on bloodline. Angers may be important in the eyes of ordinary people, but there's one thing he surpasses everyone else in!"

"Lu Mingfei actually has this talent?" Angers chuckled.

"At least, he knows how to please the elders!"

Zhou Lan spoke softly, her tone quite subtle.

The folding knife that Angers was playing with suddenly stopped in mid-air.

For a moment, he felt that he might really be getting old and unable to keep up with the times.

He didn't quite understand the meaning behind Zhou Lan's words.

If this can be considered a talent beyond ordinary people, then he must also be very good at pleasing women, so why doesn't anyone reward him?

"So, the elder's reward granted him the ability to face the Dragon King directly?" "I think you're mistaken, Angers!"

Zhou Lan's voice rang out, "It's the Dragon King! Face him!"

"I look forward to seeing that moment when an ignorant youth raises a butcher's knife, making the so-called dragons face despair. That would bring me pleasure!"

"And you, Angers, at that moment, you will understand the meaning of my words!"

Angers' thoughts returned to the lakeside. When Zhou Lan arrived uninvited, he told himself that he would see a real dragon.

So, the man in front of him is actually a genetic modification master who transformed Lu Mingfei, that wilted eggplant, into the real dragon he speaks of, a true dragon capable of making all pseudo-dragons submit? His gaze fell on the table, on the alchemical sword and saber set that he had just bought for one hundred million US dollars at a mixed-race auction not long ago.

Seven deadly sins.

Forged by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, this unparalleled alchemical weapon is powerful enough to slaughter the true First Generation.

Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, created this weapon with the intention of truly killing other dragons.

During his meeting with the academy squad that was about to embark on a dragon-slaying expedition, he tried to get three of the squad members to draw the alchemical sword and saber combination.

Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, pride, envy, wrath.

The seven alchemical swords, each with its own unique shape and color, were so powerful that they came to life.

Only those recognized by the living spirit, or those of hybrid bloodlines so powerful that they disregard all conditions, can forcibly break through the strong magnetic attraction within the scabbard and truly draw out this dragon-slaying treasure.

Of the three dragon-slaying teams he personally selected, excluding Lu Mingfei, who was too weak to pull out the subsequent weapons, the other two, Fingel and Chu Zihang, one a former A-level and the other a current A-level, were unable to pull out all of them.

That's a weapon only a true dragon slayer could use.

Angers reached out and pushed the Seven Deadly Sins forward, then said to Zhou Lan, "Want to try?" "Is it me who wants to try, or do you want me to try?" Zhou Lan said calmly.

That's how it is when dealing with smart people; you can't hide anything from them!

Ange said helplessly.

Zhou Lan is too mysterious. As a collaborator, he is eager to learn more about her, even if it means doing so by any means necessary.

"Consider it a request from an old man!"

Angers' eyes blazed. "I'd love to see those seven peerless weapons unsheathed!"

Those who can easily stop him cannot possibly be stopped in the face of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The weapon's spirit can only acknowledge him.

Angers flipped his dagger, the sharp tip cutting a thin gash in his palm, blood dripping into the Seven Deadly Sins.

The alchemical weapon, thirsting for blood, roared, and the seven swords instantly became excited, as if seven different hearts were trembling.

Every divine artifact has something extraordinary about it.

The Seven Deadly Sins are the dragon-slaying weapons that can only be truly awakened with blood.

That was a treasure created by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, who was known as the "Throne of Alchemy".

It was undoubtedly a special attack against the dragons.

The creature awoke as if roaring, unleashing an invisible pressure.

Angers extended his hand politely and said, "Please!"

His gaze was fixed on Zhou Lan, as if he were afraid of missing any detail.

Even he couldn't guarantee that he could definitely draw the seventh "Wrath".

"Do you know?" Zhou Lan's unwavering gaze was fixed on Angers, the oppressive aura of the alchemical weapon unable to get close to him at all.

His tone was as calm as still water: "You are destined to be disappointed; the spirit of this weapon will not approve of me!"