Chapter 776: Add Some Special Effects

Within the entire shop, the surrounding air seemed to instantly fall silent.

"Is it coming...?" Gu Song sensed the surrounding atmosphere with a look of terror, not daring to move an inch.

"As expected... Is this Senior Fang's true colors...?"

"Oh, you mean that..." Boss Fang paused King of Fighters, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, in the past..."

"Never mind, maybe there will be some in the future."

Everyone: "Huh...?"

"That's it!?"

Gu Song's entire face contorted... his inner mind completely collapsing: "What kind of answer is that..."

"Does this mean... there's absolutely none at all?!"

"It's over... it's over... isn't that just poking a sore spot!?" Gu Song's heart pounded faster and faster, as if it were about to burst.

But in the next moment...

"No, wait..." He suddenly snapped his gaze toward Fang Qi. "Why isn't there any reaction...?"

"Shouldn't there be..."

The Sun Shines Everywhere!?

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Sword Array!?

The Flash?!

Come on, execute at least one of them!

He felt as though he were waiting for death to arrive.

Yet, there was still no movement whatsoever.

"What are you doing?" Fang Qi looked at him with puzzlement.

"Ugh—!" Boss Fang turned around only to see this cultivator from the Cultivation Ruins Continent turning deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Ma... Master!" The two disciples hurriedly supported Gu Song with trembling hands, preventing him from collapsing.

"Holy crap!?" Boss Fang also quickly stood up from his seat.

"Oh my goodness!" Jiang Xiaoyue also cried out in shock.

"Someone's spitting blood!" The entire internet cafe fell into a flurry of chaotic commotion.

Boss Fang hurriedly shouted, "Elder Wuya! Bring some healing pills! Little Qin'er! Qi Therapy! Hurry!"

The two disciples watched this scene in utter bewilderment: "..."

The youth in green robes shivered and whispered, "Did we..."

"Visit the wrong person...?"

"What are you standing there for?" Boss Fang glared over.

"Oh, right, right..." The disciple in white clothes hurriedly came over to lend a hand, and only then did Gu Song recover a fair amount.

...

"..." Gu Song's expression darkened.

"Can an effect like this... truly serve as a deterrent?"

"What we need... is the legend of the Immortal Relic Continent!"

"Is it because he is in his homeland, so... he still harbors a bit of nostalgia...?"

Gu Song pondered continuously.

"Senior, could we make a trip to the Western Continent?" Gu Song hurriedly suggested.

"The Western Continent...?" Boss Fang thought about it.

"Hey..." Li Wuya whispered beside Gu Song, "Don't cause trouble for the boss..."

"Boss!" Just then, Jiang Xiaoyue tugged at Boss Fang's sleeve. "Take me to the Western Continent to play with Sister Xela and the others!"

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Boss Fang said with righteous solemnity.

"Hehehehe..." At that moment, Gu Tingyun leaned in. "Our academy is already on summer vacation!"

"Pfft—!" Why on earth do a bunch of cultivators like you get a summer vacation!?

With a dark face, Boss Fang said to Jiang Xiaoyue, "Then you can't play for too long!"

...

The Western Continent, Canglan City Shop.

"Shouldn't they be welcoming him?" Gu Song stared at Boss Fang, who walked into the shop with the customers remaining completely indifferent, and then gave a meaningful look to his two disciples: "We will investigate in secret! See what exactly is going on!"

Gu Song and Boss Fang could be seen walking along the streets of Canglan City.

Meanwhile, the green-robed disciple, Zang Feng, had already returned to the shop.

At this time, a few elves were gathered together enjoying afternoon tea.

Zang Feng brazenly approached them.

"You're asking what our Boss Fang is best at? What makes him the most powerful?" Laurelin looked utterly dazed.

"Yes..." Zang Feng quickly said. "Isn't Senior Fang a powerful supreme master?"

"He is the best at playing games!"

"Dark Souls!"

"Teacher Fang taught us so much gaming knowledge! And formulas for fighting all sorts of unknown monsters!" Laurelin spoke.

"Combat... formulas?" A sharp gleam flashed in Zang Feng's eyes. "It was precisely because of Senior Fang's guidance during your training in the mystic realm that you were able to achieve victory in the war against the Shadow Legion, correct?"

"Yes!"

"Could you tell me about it?"

Laurelin hurriedly recited them like counting family treasures: "Many hairs mean weak to fire, immense size means weak to doors, obesity means weak to buttocks, heavy armor means weak to lightning, invasions mean weak to intelligence, and live under the crotch!"

(Well, Dark Souls players all know it should mean under the crotch.)

"...Could I see your training in the mystic realm?" Zang Feng asked again.

"Sure!"

Laurelin was being brutally and utterly slaughtered by the Farron Breakdance Troupe...

Elder Shivi was being brutally and utterly slaughtered by the Pontiff...

Kellybel was being pinned to the ground and thoroughly wrecked by Aldrich...

Suffering intensely.

...

Zang Feng stared at the group of elves, dumbstruck: "..."

...

On the other side, inside the tavern of Canglan City.

"Xiaoyue! Xiaoyue, try this!"

"And this one, and this one!" Sera skewered a pastry and dropped it into Jiang Xiaoyue's bowl.

"And this, this one is delicious too!"

Proprietor Fang sat at an adjacent table, propping his chin up with one hand.

Gu Song stared blankly at the man before him, then glanced at the warm and cheerful scene unfolding nearby: "..."

"Could it be... that I truly misjudged him?"

"But..." Gu Song inquired with the utmost caution, "repelling the Shadow Legion... annihilating the Nangong Family with a single blade—are those achievements real?"

"Oh, that..."

"Of course they are."

"..." Gu Song scrutinized Proprietor Fang from every angle, unable to bring himself to believe it no matter how he looked.

...

The day-long visit finally drew to a close.

"Did you manage to capture any choice imagery?" Gu Song demanded.

The two disciples: "..."

The mirror-like dharma artifact flared to life once more.

Several elves could be seen chattering and discussing merrily: "He is incredibly good at playing games!"

"Battle mnemonics..."

"Heavy fur means weak to fire, massive size means weak to doors!"

"..."

"What do we do..." Zang Feng looked at his master with trepidation.

Just then, Gu Song’s communication jade pulsed with light.

The majestic voice of the sect master resonated from within: "Regarding the visit to Venerable Fang... how did it fare? The 'Origin' branch palace is about to deliberate on its location. How the prelude to this legend unfolds is entirely in your hands."

"This is a momentous event, the likes of which our Haotian Sect has rarely seen in centuries!"

"..." Gu Song jolted instantly, "Fortunately, I have not failed my mission. It is complete!"

Then, as if driven into a desperate corner, a look of madness crossed his face as he whispered into the ears of his two disciples: "Phantasm Shift!"

Phantasm Shift was an advanced spell capable of altering recorded imagery through illusions. Hearing this, the two disciples were instantly horrified: "Does that mean we have to..."

"Do as I command!"

"Yes... understood..."

...

The following day.

Proprietor Fang sat on the sofa, muttering to himself as he ate instant noodles, "The Haotian Sect seemed to want to give me some sort of brief introduction. Is it starting today...?"

With that, he picked up a mirror-like dharma artifact and began fiddling with it: "Is this how it works?"

Swoosh!

An image flashed across the surface of the copper mirror!

Behind him, a crowd of spectating elves gathered around to watch.

"The Supreme Paragon of the Continent of Immortal Heritage, and His Celestial Palace of 'Origin'!"

The striking title seemed ready to burst through the spatial void!

Gradually, new imagery manifested within the mirror.

Proprietor Fang and three others were seen pushing open the door, instantly met with countless cheers.

"He waved leisurely to the gathered guests, and only when he signaled for them to be seated did anyone dare take a seat."

"He sat directly across from me, partaking in a celestial delicacy meticulously prepared through countless processes using the finest immortal rice and exotic beasts—instant noodles and ham sausages!" Across from the three visiting cultivators, Proprietor Fang’s noodle cup opened, and a blinding, golden celestial radiance shot straight into the heavens!

"With a single glance, it felt as though he thrust me into hell!" Within the image, Proprietor Fang, sitting on the sofa opposite them and eating instant noodles, resembled a horned demon god with cold, piercing eyes that exuded the very breath of death.

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