Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 186 - 167 Type 92025

Chapter 186: Chapter 167 Type 92025

Drip, drip, drip!

The phone rang.

Zhao Zhibing glanced at the caller ID, and her expression suddenly took on a subtle change.

"Hello? Xia Huilan?"

"It’s me. I want to ask, why hasn’t Little Wu returned yet?"

"... We are discussing strategies."

"Strategies? Where are you? I’ll be right there."

"We are at the royal palace; I’ll get you a pass right away."

"I’ll fly over."

Seven to eight minutes later.

Xia Huilan appeared in the midst of the grand hall.

Compared to usual, her expression was much more serious, and she exuded an aura of untouchability.

Xia Ni stood beside her with a smile.

Li Kunlun glanced at her and then quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.

The others seemed oblivious to it all.

"What exactly is the situation with Little Wu?" Xia Huilan asked.

Zhao Zhibing then explained the situation.

"So it was to save you, huh," Xia Huilan said coldly, "That’s not very good, trapping himself in the process. If he dies, it wouldn’t have been worth it."

"I didn’t ask him to save me; and right now, I am thinking of ways to help him return," said Zhao Zhibing, looking down.

Xia Huilan studied her for a moment and then, with a sudden smile, said:

"So, have you thought of any methods?"

"Li Kunlun’s joss paper can convey messages to him," said Zhao Junyu.

Xia Huilan turned to look at Li Kunlun.

Li Kunlun felt a cold sweat on his back and said softly, "Yes, the joss paper can not only pass messages, but if you attach it to some objects, those can be sent to him as well."

Xia Huilan didn’t speak but glanced out of the window of the grand hall.

Amidst the deepening night, dark clouds blanketed the sky, as if a storm was brewing.

Even if dawn were to break, there would be no rays of morning light.

The merging of the two worlds was about to begin.

The Demon Gods, having broken free from their cages, were searching for something.

What were they looking for?

Nothing else.

Without a doubt, they were seeking the Power of Death.

"If you really can send something to him... I do have something I’d like to send," Xia Huilan whispered.

"Wrap it with joss paper and burn it, he will receive it," Li Kunlun said.

"That’s great, I really should thank you, the Awakened Human King," Xia Huilan said with a smirk.

"It’s what I should do; I am always very grateful to Little Wu for saving my life," Li Kunlun said.

Sweat dripped down, blurring his vision.

He did not wipe it away.

...

The Death Realm.

Wu Xiaode squatted on top of the boundary marker, surveying the surrounding jungle.

"Why hasn’t the task ended?" he asked.

"Don’t know, maybe we need to guard this boundary marker for a while longer," Rotten Bone said.

It practiced its moves on the grass in front of the boundary marker with a knife, very fond of its newly acquired curved blade.

Wu Xiaode pursed his lips and said nothing.

Something was off.

Several hours had passed; why couldn’t he complete the trial?

"It is a bit strange... Should I contact the high-level experts from our gang? What do you think?"

Rotten Bone asked.

"Of course, that’s good. Contact them and see what the situation is," Wu Xiaode said.

Rotten Bone then took out a rectangular bone and placed it by his cheekbone, speaking, "Hello, Brother Yu, it’s Ah Gu. What’s the situation over there?"

Immediately, a carefree voice resounded from the bone:

"Over here in the main battlefield, we’re about to lose."

"About to lose?" Rotten Bone raised his voice.

"Yeah, the Demons are about to take over several key positions!" the voice said.

Rotten Bone looked up at Wu Xiaode, their gazes meeting.

Wu Xiaode said quietly, "Ask what we should do!"

"Ah, Brother Yu, we are in a 20-point Soul Power trial here. What should we do now?"

"It still hasn’t ended?"

"Yes."

"If you see things going south, just abandon the trial. You can always train again. It’s better than getting killed and sinking back into the ground to slumber."

"Brother Yu! I don’t want to start over. Is there anything we can do?"

"Yes, win this battle, and we can all go home."

"Should I come find you?"

"Forget it, you’ve only got 20 points of Soul Power; you’d just be dragging us down. Find a place to wait until the war is over—I’m hanging up."

The call ended.

"Brother Yu is our gang’s ace fighter, currently going through the 30-point Soul Power checkpoint—he’s one of the main forces," Rotten Bone said.

"I see," Wu Xiaode sighed, "so we can only wait here for the results?"

"Looks like it," Rotten Bone sat down cross-legged and spoke relaxingly, "We’ve done all we can, right? We can’t be blamed for the outcome, so let’s just wait patiently now."

"Have we really done all we can? We haven’t even made a move yet," Wu Xiaode said.

"But the main battlefield is full of high-level experts with over 30 points of Soul Power; we can’t get there," Rotten Bone explained with a shrug.

Wu Xiaode’s brows knitted together.

Should we just keep waiting like this?

If the war is lost, will I lose all my Thousand Hands and titles, having to start all over again?

No way!

I only have a total of seven days, and half of that time has already passed!

But that so-called "Selector" in the sky is watching the battlefield every moment, seemingly picking someone out.

Wu Xiaode pondered for a few moments, carefully considering his strategy.

Suddenly.

He had a feeling and looked up to the Void.

He saw a piece of burning yellow paper quietly appear in midair, drifting towards him.

Another message from the Life Realm?

Wu Xiaode extended two fingers to gently pinch the burning yellow paper, feeling something unusual in his hand.

With a gentle rub, he found a wad of paper holding something.

Opening the paper wad, inside was an octahedral piece of metal.

——Can metal be burned over too?

"Can metal be burned over too?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Aha, if your palace can be burned over, why not such a small piece of metal," Rotten Bone replied.

Wu Xiaode looked at the metal block in his hand, feeling it vibrate continuously.

"Seems like it’s more than just a metal block," Rotten Bone said with a shrug.

Ding!

After the crisp sound, an ice-cold, ruthless mechanical voice came from the metal block:

"High-level evolution type 92025 robot has arrived at the destination."

"Beginning the simulation selection."

"Entering simulation program."

"Search for suitable parallel universe is complete, begin data reading."

"Begin data search."

"Comparison successful."

"Connecting to parallel universe number 67687."

"Concealment program activated, all fluctuations have been eliminated."

"Begin integration!"

Whoosh——

With a faint sound, Wu Xiaode disappeared from his original spot.

Rotten Bone was taken aback, looked around, but Wu Xiaode was nowhere to be seen.

"Eh? Gone?"

"Good buddy, where are you? Did you release a big hand or ascend?"

It looked across the vast forest.

This place was very remote; the appearance of two groups of enemies had been extreme enough.

It should be safe for now.

But where was his good buddy?

Rotten Bone extended his bone finger, knocking on his skull in confusion, feeling that his good buddy was both sleazy and mysteriously unpredictable.

...

Whoosh——

Wu Xiaode quietly appeared at a street corner.

He found himself lying on the ground.

Next to him were two middle-aged men with tense expressions.

One was on the phone, while the other stood trembling with weak knees.

A little further away, a large truck parked by the roadside, its hazard lights flashing.

What’s going on here?

Suddenly, indescribable severe pain invaded his mind, followed by a piece of unfamiliar memory.

The Book of the Dead opened, revealing rows of ice crystal small lettering:

"You have entered parallel universe number 67687."

"This is a meticulously chosen parallel universe, and since you have been fatally struck in this world, as soon as you entered this world, the world’s laws filled you in at the moment of death, to steady all laws, unaffected by logical and causal paradoxes."

What the heck?

Why did I directly traverse to this parallel universe?

High-level evolution type 92025 robot...

This must be something Xia Huilan burned and sent to me.

It’s so strange.

Wu Xiaode pinched the octahedral metal block in his hand, finding it all incredibly baffling.

Parallel universes with all kinds of robots didn’t usually have this ability.

Is it just this model that’s special—

Or are the Xia Huilans in each parallel universe different?

"Hello, is this the police station? We’ve got a traffic accident here..."

The truck driver began to make the call.

Wu Xiaode thought for a moment, put the metal block back in his pocket, and got up from the ground.

The truck driver gasped, stammering, "You—"

"Hang up the phone, I’m fine, it’s such a hassle when the police come," Wu Xiaode said.

The truck driver quickly hung up the call.

"You’re really okay?" the other man beside him asked incredulously.

"Yes, I’ve had some training in years past, at the time of the impact—"

Wu Xiaode glanced at the truck, noting the deep dent on its front bumper.

That definitely looked like a heavy hit.

He focused his mind.

A few bronze hands quietly emerged, utilizing the strength of the Iron Wire Fist to clutch the bumper and fix it, quickly smoothing out the dented area.