Chapter 1006: Chapter 782: Rocket
For Yuan Yuan, it was still just an ordinary, uneventful afternoon.
In the Border where the day–night cycle was independent of the Current Circumstances, every day passed without waves, its end visible at a glance.
In the morning she went to the stables to help out, and incidentally practiced swordsmanship for three hours; in the afternoon she self‑studied using the teaching materials the teacher had left behind, took notes, wrote down what she didn’t understand and sent it to his email, and by the way supervised Lin Nineteen so he wouldn’t mess things up. If he did cause trouble, she had to beat him up once, and then go clean up the aftermath.
Most of the time, though, Lin Nineteen’s hands were pretty clean, which saved her a lot of trouble.
On top of that there were roughly five hours of daily practice on the instrument, the Ivory Tower Symphony Orchestra’s internal ensemble rehearsals twice a week, and then, once every half month, she substituted for Huai Shi in revising the homework other students turned in.
Although the teacher often went a long time without replying to emails, and she occasionally felt a bit anxious, most of the time life was full and busy.
Only, every now and then she would drift off during the pauses in her practice.
When would the teacher come back?
Outside the classroom door, heavy footsteps sounded, making her Bow pause for a moment. She frowned, and saw Lin Nineteen running in a frenzy, pushing the classroom door open with one shove.
Before he could speak, Yuan Yuan reacted: "You got someone chasing you with a blade again?"
She instinctively looked toward the Mountain Monarch Great Sword beside her. "Where are they?"
"N–no... nobody!"
Wood Cottage’s eyes widened. He panted for a long while before catching his breath: "How could anyone catch me when I run? It’s not me, it’s our school! Our school’s on TV!"
That’s it?
Yuan Yuan gave him a puzzled look, lowered her head, and continued practicing: "It’s not the first time. What’s so special about that?"
Wood Cottage slapped his own forehead, finally grabbing the key point: "T‑the teacher’s on TV too!"
Yuan Yuan’s hands paused; in the fast passage of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons a wrong note appeared, then everything came to an abrupt halt. Her gaze turned dangerous: "What did you say?"
After the teacher had been gone for a month, Wood Cottage suddenly ran over to tell her the teacher was on TV?
What kind of new con artistry was this?
"For real!"
Wood Cottage was anxious to death: "Trust me!"
With that said, Yuan Yuan’s expression became even more distrustful: "Little Nineteen, you’re not pulling some prank, are you?"
"The whole school’s broadcasting it in the public chat, see for yourself!"
Lin Nineteen pulled out his phone and directly showed her the feed: "It’s in the Darknet livestream room of Tomorrow’s News! Live across the whole network, the audience is already over four million!"
Yuan Yuan took it, half‑believing, half‑doubting.
The first image after entering the livestream was her cousin—who called every day to report he was safe—hacking people to pieces—
In the storm of blood and stench of gore, Dilù neighed; the Knight burst out from within a Predator Angel, already dyed blood‑red.
In his hands, the front end of the Trident had long since broken off, leaving only a half‑length shard of the blade. Yet on that half‑length shard, a brilliance burst forth whose sharpness ten thousand troops could not withstand!
With a casual motion, he flung the enemy skewered on the shaft to the ground; immediately afterward, hooves as thick as a bowl slammed down like iron piles pounding, turning flesh and blood into mud!
"Come on!"
Beneath the shattered Mask Armor, the boy turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground. When he raised his head again, he was looking down at the enemies before him.
With a mocking smile.
"We’re just getting started!"
As Dilù’s hooves trampled the earth, a clanging rang out; immediately, it was as if the roar of ’one ride ten thousand rides’ charging echoed through the void.
With the strength of one man, he rivaled a host of ten thousand chariots.
"Uncle’s ’One ride ten thousand rides’, and Second Grandpa’s... ’My heart is like iron’?"
Yuan Yuan’s first reaction wasn’t anger; instead, she felt a wave of relief: "You’ve gotten stronger, Ah Zhao."
"Huh?" Lin Nineteen felt like he’d just seen a ghost: "Why aren’t you panicking? Your cousin’s... wow, his blood’s green, what the hell did he take? His progress shot up this fast!"
The Yuan Family and the Lin family were both Saint Name Successors, and their base of operations was basically all in Dongxia. After so many years—you kill me, I kill you, you slack off, I loaf around—they were already familiar to the point of no return.
Chang Hong died in Shu; his blood was hidden, and in three years turned azure.
The Yuan Shi’s ’Heirloom Azure Blood’ was a Source Material Transformation formed after a thousand years of inheritance. But awakening it at fifteen, wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?
From the looks of it, he’d already reached the Sky’s Command fusion stage of "though Danxin dies, it’s still like iron; Azure Blood long buried, yet not turned to phosphor."
This was the Yuan Family’s Blood Lock Hanging, famed as "Danxin undying, Azure Blood unending"; otherwise, given the temperaments of the Yuan Family youths through the generations, they’d have long since charged to their deaths who‑knows‑where.
Lin Nineteen was so envious his eyeballs were about to fall out.
As for ’One ride ten thousand rides’, that was purely Yuan Shi’s trump card for breaking formations. Don’t even mention learning it—through the generations, those in the Yuan Family who could actually use it could be counted on ten fingers.
Wood Cottage almost suspected he’d been swapped.
But with that whole "once I’m fired up, I don’t give a damn how many of you there are, I’ll take you all on alone" attitude, with a hot head daring to slam head‑on into the Predator Legion of the Paradise of Bliss—in all of Dongxia, other than the Show-off King Yuan Family, who else could it be?
Besides, this wasn’t even the exaggerated part...
In the perspective shift of the phase‑scanning mirror, the chaotic spectacle of the entire Tanbo Inner Circle unfolded before their eyes.
The Crow Flock flying across the Sky Dome, the Extreme Path ones holding their ground on the earth, the ubiquitous Yin Souls, and the vast frameworks of [Truth Forever] and [Bhagavad Gita] clashing together atop the Sky Dome.
When the power of the Divine narrator and Hero Leader collided with the power of the Creator, the chain reaction between the Power of God and the laws formed a bizarre configuration that shrouded hundreds of miles.
Until, in the end, on the earth below, a Blood Sea and Corpse Mountain.
Yuan Yuan finally saw her teacher.
But he no longer wore the eternally gentle smile she remembered; instead he had become harsh and cruel, like a wild beast—only far more insane than any beast.
Alone, he launched a challenge against the Predator Angels, slaughtering enemies whose numbers surpassed his side by hundreds of times.
Step by step, he carved a winding path of blood out of the encirclement.
It was hard to imagine that struggle was waged by a human being, and harder still to imagine someone could be so calculating as to elevate the technique of slaughter to such a high peak.
It was a showcase of massacre.
Amid the slashes and clashes of blades, death descended here, right in his hands.
Tenfold encirclement, a hundredfold numbers, a thousandfold enemies still could not kill him; instead, they were like wild grass, left to be harvested at will.
In the end, it was no longer clear whether that blood was his own or his enemies’, only that on that stern, cold face, the crown of Divine Nature emerged.
Bring down death!
In that long daze, Yuan Yuan stared wide-eyed in shock, fixing her gaze on everything in the image.
Her little hand twitched subconsciously.
By the time she came back to herself, she realized she had just sent a Gold rocket using Lin Nineteen’s account.
Beside her, Lin Nineteen opened her mouth to speak, then shut it, then opened it again.
"Um..."
"Hm?" Yuan Yuan looked over with ’puzzlement’, making Lin Nineteen’s expression twitch: "Ahem, never mind, it’s all dirty money anyway..."
"Just... just be more careful next time, this isn’t good, it’s all our classmates’ blood and sweat money."
After a long, awkward pause, Yuan Yuan coughed once and turned her eyes away, everyone pretending nothing had happened. Then she pulled out her own phone and logged into her account.
[’Round-But-Not-Round’ has sent ten Gold rockets.]
On the screen, ten streaks of fire slowly rose amid the cheering bullet comments of the Paradise Club; in an instant, all those sarcastic, snide comments vanished.
But right after that, the rocket animation suddenly disappeared.
Amid the trembling, glittering gold screen, a rainbow-colored bullet comment rose up to a rousing, passionate piece of music.
[Administrator · ’Hela’ has sent a Space Ship]!
The radiance was so dazzling that it lit up the deep shadows in the Teenage Girl’s eyes before the screen.
In that instant, from Yuan Yuan’s furrowed brows, Lin Nineteen smelled something ominous, the corner of her eye twitching uncontrollably.
Yes, that was war...
The war between fans had arrived.
.
.
"Stop sending damn rockets and blocking the screen already!"
In the spacious office, the white-haired middle-aged man watched as the rockets covered up the picture in front of him, and couldn’t help slapping the table in irritation. "What the hell is going on in these little girls’ heads nowadays! Can’t a man watch a stream in peace?"
"Ahem, a few of them are ours too," Michel coughed twice across from him. "I just saw them, two are even from our school... But, sir, why are you sending rockets as well?"
"...It was on the way, on the way, just joining in the fun, you know?"
The middle-aged man scratched his white hair in embarrassment and could only change the subject, looking at the dismembered rotten noblewoman on the screen, slowly shaking his head. "Which one is this?"
"The fourth, sir."
"A Great Priestess of the Third Stage... Looks like that fellow Luo Su is dead set on grooming him as his successor." The Owner of the Genealogy sighed. "As expected of an old Predecessor, once he makes a move it’s like thunder—doesn’t give anyone the slightest bit of face."
The same Mystic Ritual and methods exist within the American Genealogy as well; back when Liz was at the Third Stage, she could already fuse with the Divine Nature of ’Left Hummingbird’.
But that was a privilege exclusive to Noble Blood Descendants of God, and the inheritances of other genealogies all had similar constraints, more or less.
Now that the Ivory Tower was bleeding this hard, it seemed they were determined to push this young man into becoming the next representative of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy.
Such a high-profile approach did not match the Ivory Tower’s usual image; perhaps this was a signal that Luo Su had decided to intervene in Current Circumstances once more.
After so many years of hiding their brilliance and biding their time, the Ivory Tower no longer intended to remain a mere onlooker.
"Young people these days really are something else. According to the latest intel, in just half a month he established his authority in the Tanbo Inner Circle, and with his own power dragged over a hundred thousand people out of Hell... it’s practically a miracle."
The middle-aged man glanced at Michel, who was silently rolling his eyes beside him. "Seems like last time he left you looking pretty shabby too?"
Michel’s face was expressionless. "He’s a very impressive young man, I’ll give him that—whether we’re talking talent, Ability, or his style of action, he deserves the title of Hero.
As for moral corruption, that’s just a minor detail.
It’s a pity he’s still too young; I’m afraid he’s no match for the Healer."
"Who knows? Luo Su has always been the type to see three moves ahead for every one he takes. Maybe he’s still got something up his sleeve... But why don’t we toss a bit more fuel on the fire?"
The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair with composure. Between his fingers, an ancient gold coin slowly spun, while behind him, the majestic silhouette of a Feather Snake slowly emerged.
With the spinning of the Maya coin, a blessing from the Feather Snake descended; within that dazzling glow appeared the profile of that young man.
It lit up the middle-aged man’s smile.
Michel asked in astonishment, "Is the American Genealogy going to take a stance?"
"What else? It’s just going with the flow and doing someone a favor; we should at least express our position."
The middle-aged man said, "Douglas leaving Yingzhou is not in the interests of the American Genealogy. As long as he exists, he remains a part of the American Genealogy’s Far East strategy.
Besides, back when he competed for the position of Owner of the Genealogy, he overstepped his bounds and nearly caused internal chaos; he should have been executed, but the White Crown King’s last will before his Deep Sleep had him exiled to Yingzhou to eke out his life.
That’s what ’old soldiers never die’ means.
The White Crown King wanted to leave his trusted subordinate a decent end.
All these years, the American Genealogy’s forbearance has depended on this. But now Arthur doesn’t want to quietly wither away; he wants to leave Yingzhou, and that’s defying His decree. There will be no place for him in the Current Circumstances anymore."
From his hand, the coin imbued with the Feather Snake’s blessing shot into the air, turning into a streak of light soaring upward.
But in that very instant, in the camera’s overhead view, a blazing radiance descended from the heavens—
The middle-aged man’s movement paused for a moment; incredulous, he couldn’t help but laugh:
"Even this gets people racing to cut in line?"
On the screen, countless beams of light came roaring in!
From all directions!
