Chapter 10: The Truth from Six Years Ago
Translator: Henyee Editor: JulesNye
w.a.n.g Ling perhaps already didn't remember the demon rampage six years ago too clearly, but it was still fresh in Odd Zhuo's mind.
...
The truth was that when cultivator support rushed to the coordinates of the Gate Between Worlds, the reported colossal, cyan-colored toad had already been defeated; there had been a bleeding hole in its white belly as its feet pointed up at the sky, and it was already dead.
This was a fifth-ranked demon, an all-powerful demon king among all demons!
Who the h.e.l.l had done this?
The cultivators on the battlefield discussed this excitedly.
"Attention, fellow Taoists! I sense an unusual aura up ahead."
At that moment, someone suddenly made out a hazy silhouette within the smoke in front of them.
Another person swiftly cast a cleansing spell to dispel the smoke.
The spell cleared the smoke and dust away to reveal a ten-year-old child who was trembling (purely out of rage) as he stared at the sky-swallowing toad in front of him.
"Tch, it's just a kid. Fellow Taoist, you're too nervous." A female cultivator with a motherly air embraced the trembling w.a.n.g Ling.
Ten-year-old w.a.n.g Ling was just too cute for anyone to resist.
"Good boy, there's no need to be afraid, big sister will protect you."
w.a.n.g Ling: "..."
Looking at the mad woman crus.h.i.+ng him against her melon-sized b.o.o.bs, w.a.n.g Ling didn't dare make any type of move. After his earlier outburst of spirit energy, he was still in an unstable state. Even the smallest movement of his fingers would blast her head into outer s.p.a.ce.
"...Fellow Taoist Cailian, please let go of this shota 1 . Look, you're suffocating him."
"Oops, so sorry about that."
The female cultivator called Cailian promptly released w.a.n.g Ling from her melons. "Kid, tell big sister, how did this demon die?"
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Of course, there had been no way w.a.n.g Ling was going to admit that he was the one who had killed the toad.
At that time, he had just wanted to extricate himself from this troublesome situation as quickly as possible.
So, he had randomly pointed at a person.
And that person, who had emerged from the other side of the smoke with dust all over his face, happened to be Odd Zhuo.
Odd Zhuo remembered back then that he had just been pa.s.sing by when the blast of a gravitational wave had knocked him down beneath a collapsing building.
After he had broken free of the rubble, for some reason, he had been recognized as the hero who had killed the demon king.
Burdened with a heap of undeserved honors and fame exaggerated by public opinion, all these years, Odd Zhuo had reflected on himself — no matter what, he had to stay true to his original will, and avoid being led astray by these empty halos.
At the same time, he had continued investigating secretly, and it was only last year that the truth of the matter had started to emerge in bits and pieces.
It was so incredibly vexing!
No matter what, he had to chase down this person!
And then, force this man to be his teacher!
...
w.a.n.g Ling had never expected that Zhou Yi would actually investigate him.
It looked like Odd Zhuo's years of experience at the General Administration of 100 Schools had significantly hardened his wings 2 .
In fact, w.a.n.g Ling hadn't left, but had performed the Great Vanis.h.i.+ng Spell, which concealed his figure and aura. Taking up a position near Odd Zhuo's supercar, he used his Heavenly Eye to look at all of Odd Zhuo's memories.
With regard to what had happened six years ago, w.a.n.g Ling truly didn't remember it very clearly anymore.
But now it seemed that it had really become quite a p.r.i.c.kly problem.
Also, Odd Zhuo's one-sided wish to apprentice himself to w.a.n.g Ling was a real pain in the a.s.s.
He needed to find an opportunity to settle this sucky situation in a practical way once and for all, otherwise it would eventually turn into a disaster.
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Early Sat.u.r.day morning was typically as peaceful as w.a.n.g Ling had expected, but it was just the calm before the storm.
When he looked in the mirror that morning, he noticed his right eyelid twitching non-stop.
It would be too naïve to think that it was due to a lack of sleep.
When w.a.n.g Ling's eyelid twitched, it was an omen of coming disaster. Nothing good had ever happened when his eyelid twitched.
He recalled that six years ago before the demon rampage, his eyelid had twitched the whole night, but at the time he hadn't had any idea what it meant.
Fortunately, after was.h.i.+ng up, his eyelid finally stopped its frenzied twitching.
He estimated that it had lasted for less than three minutes.
"Disaster level, two stars!"
This was w.a.n.g Ling's disaster-rating scale, based on how long his eyelid would twitch for.
Between zero to five minutes: disaster level was two stars.
From five minutes to one hour: disaster level of three stars.
From one hour to six hours: disaster level of four stars.
From seven to twenty-four hours: disaster level of five stars.
Over twenty-four hours: destruction of the planet.
Over forty-eight hours: annihilation of the universe.
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However, it was still within w.a.n.g Ling's abilities to deal with a two-star disaster level.
He glanced at the monster pen and goblin eraser on the table. After he had magically transformed these two stationery items into these two gremlins yesterday, they had spent the whole night finis.h.i.+ng off his weekend homework. Now they were drooping in his stationery pouch, fast asleep.
Everything felt right with the world today...
w.a.n.g Ling looked outside the window; the light of the sun illuminated the world, the breeze sighed through the willows, the Earth was still rotating on its axis, and the universe was still functioning. Never could he have expected the trouble he would encounter on such a peaceful weekend.
After changing out of his white rabbit pajamas, w.a.n.g Ling left his room. Mother w.a.n.g had already prepared breakfast — a runny fried egg and two black pepper sausages, as always.
"Son, come and eat." Mother w.a.n.g seemed to be in a very good mood today.
In an unprecedented move, Father w.a.n.g pa.s.sed w.a.n.g Ling a black diamond fork without prompting. "Handle it with care, don't break it."
w.a.n.g Ling made an affirmative sound, and controlling his strength, he carefully pinched the fork with his fingers and raised it.
Father w.a.n.g gave him a cryptic look, and smiled crookedly. "Hurry up and eat, you have a date today, right?"
Date?
w.a.n.g Ling raised his head.
"If it's not a date, please explain to me, why is there a Maserati supercar downstairs?"
Stunned, w.a.n.g Ling went to the balcony, only to see Lotus Sun waving at him from a distance, a smile as brilliant as a Vileplume's 3 grin on her face.
"..."
Motherf**ker... why did this person know where he lived?
w.a.n.g Ling felt that the disaster level this time had been tremendously understated.
When he returned to the dining table, Father w.a.n.g's face was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with rare joviality.
"Son, you don't have to explain, your father supports you."
"..."
Father w.a.n.g grinned. "The girl downstairs is so thoughtful, this morning she gave your mother a limited edition L'Oréal youth-retaining elixir. Look at how happy your mother is."
"..." So you were bribed by a youth-retaining elixir?
"If you don't come home tonight, be sure to stay safe."
Father w.a.n.g gave a small grin. "Stay safe... in every aspect."
w.a.n.g Ling: "..."
Right after that, Father w.a.n.g surrept.i.tiously took out a box of condoms and pushed it toward w.a.n.g Ling, with a gratified "my son has grown up" expression on his face.
"..."
Crack.
Subconsciously, w.a.n.g Ling once again broke the black diamond fork in his hand.