I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 567 - 565: Wei Tianyang’s Promise

Chapter 567: Chapter 565: Wei Tianyang’s Promise

Wei Tianyang’s eyes drew closer to Lin Yan, a hot breeze meeting her face. At that moment, a blue halo suddenly illuminated the surroundings, the light emanating from behind Lin Yan and allowing her to clearly see Wei Tianyang’s figure.

Before his hand could touch her, Wei Tianyang was suddenly enveloped in blue light and frozen in place.

His body remained in the motion of running forward and reaching out, while Lin Yan was swallowed by the blue light behind her. She fell backwards into the teleportation portal, only to see outside the door a pitch-black underground space and Wei Tianyang rushing towards her.

The next second, the teleportation portal spun into a small black dot and eventually disappeared. Lin Yan sat on the ground, touched the ground, and felt moist soil.

She looked up and around: the sky was bright, and lush green fields lined both sides. The hot breeze carried the fragrance of earth, and the occasional mooing of cows could be heard.

Where was this?

Lin Yan quickly called out to the White King.

"Hey! Are you still there?!" Lin Yan said.

"So close... so close..." the White King seemed frightened.

"You saved me just now! A touch from Him might have brainwashed me... We can’t mention His name from now on!" Lin Yan also expressed fear.

Who would have thought that even in that space, upon hearing the name, He could find them!

"It’s not safe there anymore! We can’t go back to that place! He already knows it exists..." Lin Yan said.

"We are no match for Him... we can’t encounter Him again," said the White King.

Lin Yan calmed herself and looked around; the environment was too unfamiliar, she didn’t remember coming here.

"Where is this? Where did you teleport us to?" Lin Yan said.

"This is, from the first half of the story, a randomly selected Chapter," the White King said.

"I don’t know what story you’re talking about, but I guess you mean we’ve traveled to the past, right?" Lin Yan said.

The White King affirmed.

Lin Yan took a deep breath; this was also an effective escape mechanism, after all, no matter how powerful Wei Tianyang was, he couldn’t travel through time and space. Here, at least, there was no worry of him catching up.

They could teleport back at any moment.

Lin Yan followed a dirt road, randomly choosing a direction to move forward, not walking far when she saw signs of a village behind thick woods.

The clay houses slowly emerged from below the dirt path, and sounds of dogs barking and children playing grew clearer.

She walked quickly to the entrance of the village and saw everyone dressed in ancient attire: men with short hair in coarse cloth clothes, women with their hair up, also in coarse cloth dresses.

There were hunters with bows and arrows gathering at the village entrance; others—people carrying large sieve-like containers on their heads—were walking towards the entrance with clothes.

Seeing Lin Yan, the hunters looked curious; a daring one shouted, "Where did you come from?! Haven’t seen you before?!"

Lin Yan was startled, recognizing the southern dialect of the Yin Country. She replied in dialect, "May I ask, what dynasty is this?"

The hunter was shocked, then angrily said, "What dynasty? It’s the Dayin Dynasty, the 26th year of Tianwu!"

Lin Yan was shocked; she had traveled back a thousand years.

Wei Tianyang had some sensation; he felt his movements being dragged by this world.

Lin Yan disappeared before his eyes.

Afterward, he resumed moving, but in the darkness, only he remained.

Wei Tianyang looked around, smiling wryly. Was this what playing with time was like? Even unfolding the stance of silence, he couldn’t prevent the ability from working?

In fact, he had once used a force field against that white guy but also unexpectedly discovered that the stance didn’t work on time abilities.

He reflected; time was, after all, a fictional concept—he couldn’t stop something that didn’t exist.

But the principle of silence wasn’t like that; wasn’t it to prevent the operation of Black Medicine in the spinal cord?

Then there was only one possibility: Lin Yan’s superpower principle was different from Black Medicine.

Silence could stop the effects of the medication, but not Lin Yan’s type.

Which type was Lin Yan? Wei Tianyang wasn’t sure, but regretfully, on a fundamental level, he too was a Medicine Person.

Such a bizarre situation.

This all the more made Wei Tianyang realize the importance of Lin Yan and the White King; he had to get them.

Now, besides Spencer, there was Lin Yan; they might not pose a threat to him, but still, they were a concern he couldn’t shake off, unresolved, it wouldn’t sit well.

Wei Tianyang entered objective reality and flew out from underground to Heisai State.

At that moment, inside the Pei Guode Hotel in Etolia, within objective reality, below the 10th floor, lived a group of Medicine People who had taken the new multi-ability Black Medicine.

They were all 35-year-old Black men in their prime. This group of Medicine People wasn’t just pure test subjects; they were volunteers picked from the hotel guards.

Since the Black Medicine was flawed, the subjects would age prematurely and die within a few months. To preserve these valuable test samples, Wei Tianyang had taken them to the objective reality where time stopped flowing.

They owned this world but were also isolated from it, enjoying immortality but also destined to perish.

Wei Tianyang returned to the hotel, descending from the sky; the group greeted him respectfully as they saw him return.

The hotel doors opened, and the Black men formed two lines, kneeling on one knee, heads bowed, waiting for his landing.

Wei Tianyang’s feet touched the ground, and he said, "No need to kneel."

The Black men rose, their eyes filled with courage and loyalty.

"I’ve seen 多的resolve, and I promise you, I will find a way to make a better medicine so you can return to reality," Wei Tianyang said.

"This is our honor," said the Black men.

"Honor is not a cage; the New World needs pure people like you," Wei Tianyang said.

The men grew even more sincere, as if the inferior Black Medicine wasn’t a curse but a sort of blessing. Indeed, in this objective reality, the side effects of Black Medicine were solved.

Wei Tianyang walked into the hotel, cutting out of objective reality, the reason he had to return in objective reality was that he knew these people were waiting for him.

He wouldn’t treat the loyal and pure as consumables; they deserved that power, stood by his side, and faced the stars together.

However, as soon as everything left objective reality, the noisy, disgusting, and hypocritical inner voices and words surged back into his mind and ears.

His presence in Etolia was no longer a secret; people in the hotel could often see him entering and exiting the lobby.

Many couldn’t help but look towards him. Politicians had become fewer, but there were many more from the business and academic circles, as they already knew Wei Tianyang’s temperament. Approaching him rashly would be fatal.