Chapter 392: It’s Broken—Looks Like That Cultivator with Fingers Has Finally Gone Pinball Wizard
“Is this what they call a ‘door’?”
Yun Yue Yao was perched atop a branch, tilting her head skyward like a curious parrot or a confused owl. The whole secret realm above had been shrouded in mist, but suddenly, the fog started clearing—revealing what could only be described as “the starry sky.” Yes, starry sky. Not a normal starry sky, mind you, but one deliberately crafted by someone with a flair for cosmic deception.
She whipped out her special “Image Retainer” (which, let’s be honest, sounds like a fancy camera but isn’t really clear on its function), and called out, “Dear, can you see this?”
A voice boomed from the device: “Loud and clear! Didn’t expect that the ‘door’ was actually the sky—like a super fancy, very realistic fake starry scene. Nice job!”
Since the secret realm was a self-contained little universe, it normally wouldn’t feature things like starry skies or suns unless its master was powerful enough to conjure them up—sort of like an overachieving magician with a flair for dramatics.
“Yep, and the arrangement of these stars is quite meticulous,” Yun Yue Yao gazed at the “Milky Way,” which looked suspiciously like a string of tiny, twinkling stars forming a pathway, “That star trail must be modeled after the Immortal Road.”
“Immortal Road?”
White Feng paused for a split second, glancing around to confirm no Child of Destiny was sneaking about, then casually patted his back, “Out of sight, out of mind. I just pulled out the ‘Tian Yan’ guy over there—yeah, just tossed him aside—and now I’m here with you.”
He looked up at the starry road, mumbling, “This must be another handiwork of an Immortal, huh? Curious what their endgame was…”
Suddenly, inspiration struck, and his gaze turned to the *‘reincarnated’* Yun Yue Yao. “By the way, do you know anything about this secret realm?”
Yun Yue Yao shook her head. “Nope. Didn’t appear in my memories at all. Plus, the realm of Tian Yan we explored earlier also seemed off—way earlier than I remembered. Like, way ahead of schedule.”
White Feng pondered, realizing that the biggest wild card in Yun Yue Yao’s ‘future’ was probably the system she carried—an annoying little cheat code that seemed to have ties to Immortals. It was leveling up with the power of Immortals right now. Last time, it almost swallowed Tian Yan’s legacy—lucky it vomited it out in time.
“But don’t worry too much,” Yun Yue Yao’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Change is good. I definitely don’t want to relive that future again. Besides, coming back was my plan—to change what’s coming.”
“Mm,” White Feng stopped pondering and reached out to gently tousle her hair. She half-closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the rare moment of peace.
After a brief moment, he withdrew his hand, producing several tiny puppets—models of mice, birds, and insects, all disturbingly realistic.
Meanwhile, a few birds descended softly, perching on the branches.
“All right, rest for a bit,” he said, releasing the puppets and birds into the air, then re-entered their teleportation ring for some downtime—probably gearing up for the next brawl.
……
A pale-skinned man leaned against a tree, studying a magic crystal curiously. By his side, trembling demon cultivators shivered, and farther away, the mutilated corpses of fallen demon cultivators told quite the story—most likely, the crystals *were* taken from these poor souls.
He chuckled softly, lifting the crystal and swallowing it in one gulp.
His gaze flicked to a nearby demon cultivator; he licked his lips with a slow, deliberate tongue, but didn’t move—to eat them all would be foolish, and besides, he had control over his hunger. Unlike those mindless fools who’d just gobble everything in sight, he knew to keep his wits about him.
At the moment, his appearance was so shady that infiltrating the righteous sects was basically impossible. As a wandering cultivator—an immortal free agent—he knew these loose cannons were unreliable; they’d betray each other over a few benefits. So, his options were limited: yes, demons were weaker, but they weren’t useless.
Moreover, he was quite interested in the demon crystals inside those demon cultivators. Consuming a crystal could boost him far more effectively than cultivating a single cultivator—sometimes, it was easier than farming.
Even if the demon was practically useless afterwards, it could serve as a snack to raise his cultivation level.
He then addressed a demon cultivator, who looked terrified: “Relax, I’m not eating you. I’m reasonable. Those dead guys? They dared to attack me. Understand?”
The demon nodded frantically: “Got it!”
“Good.” The man grinned. “Actually, I need a few subordinates…”
Before he finished, the demon cultivator beside him jumped in eagerly:
“Big Brother! Do you want us to—?”
The man’s smile deepened. “No, call me Senior Brother.”
The other demon cultivators exchanged unsure glances—confused but smart enough not to question it. They all shouted:
“Senior Brother! Hello, Senior Brother!”
“Senior Brother, what orders do you have?”
He nodded in satisfaction: “That’s right. I like folks who know when to behave. Now, tell me where the other demon cultivators are.”
They hesitated—not because of loyalty, but out of fear of punishment if they stepped out of line. The man, however, simply looked up at the birds flying overhead, then reached out with his hand.
A suction force appeared, and small birds not yet at Foundation Establishment were instantly caught. With a devilish grin, he bit off a bird’s head. The rest fell silent—no way were they going to defy this guy if they wanted to leave alive.
The demon cultivators’ eyelids twitched—this guy was even more demonic than they thought! They wouldn’t usually just casually eat a bird’s head, right?
Realizing that silence wouldn’t get them very far, they grasped the reality: if the sect found out, they’d be doomed. So, they chose to cooperate—after all, they’d rather feed him information than face certain d*ath.
“I know where they are!”
“Ugh, too much trouble—listen, Big Brother, many demon cultivators have swallowed crystals, and they’ll head straight for you. If we set traps, you can get all the crystals you want!”
The man’s eyes lit up, then he coughed, disguising his excitement: “Now, now. I’m a reasonable guy. As long as they don’t attack me first, I won’t devour their crystals.”
The demon cultivator nearby started fawning:
“Big Brother is so generous!”
“Yeah, they’re all garbage anyway—just here for benefits. It’s amazing Big Brother even spares them. I might cry…”
“But aren’t we—”
“Shut up! We’re now Big Brother’s underlings. Don’t insult us with that ‘demon cultivator’ label.”
The man suppressed a grin; he knew these guys were buttering him up, but he was genuinely pleased. Back in the day, they wouldn’t have dared look at him directly.
He stretched out a hand casually. “Alright, enough chatter. Let’s get to setting some traps—our ‘guests’ will be coming soon.”
“Yes, Big Brother!”
Meanwhile, White Feng watched the half-mangled bird corpse on the screen, grimacing slightly—uh oh, that guy with the immortal finger might just be gaining some brains.
