The stolen magic is a bit magical

Mad Dao exhaled softly, "Yes, your life has just been bound to Li Qianzong. If you die, the Tashan defense line will collapse. So, you can do anything except die."

"The one who understands me is Daozhang!" Lin Xiaosu sighed softly.

Its wing-bladed wings pierced the sky, having already crossed the Yangtze River and broken into the land south of the Yangtze River...

At this moment, in the Jiangnan region, in the third month of spring, the grass grows and the orioles fly, making it the most beautiful time of the year.

Lin Xiaosu looked at the beautiful scenery from her wing blade, her heart filled with mixed feelings. In the Jiangnan region, how many people strolled in the park, enjoying the lush grass and flying birds, and how many people were still on their way to work, working hard to give their families a better life?

Did they know that a cataclysmic calamity was already on its way?

They may have troubles or dissatisfactions today, but do they know that in the near future, these small troubles and these unfulfilled dissatisfactions will also become their unattainable desires?
Humans always yearn for better, higher, stronger, and more. But when their peaceful lives are shattered, when their basic sense of security is robbed, they wake up and realize that they once possessed everything they dreamed of…

"Boy, have you ever thought that all our efforts will be in vain?" The madman's voice drifted over softly.

"I've thought about it! But I still have to work hard."

"Why?" the madman asked.

Lin Xiaosu turned her gaze back from the distance: "Let me tell you a story... In the early days of the founding of our nation, our soldiers went to fight in foreign lands. In the freezing cold, they ate potatoes that were frozen solid, drank snow water, and fought against the coalition of seventeen nations with outdated weapons. A reporter interviewed a soldier: If we win this battle, what will you do? Do you know what that soldier said?"

"What did you say?"

He calmly told reporters: "I won't live to see the day of victory."

"Because you know you can't see it, you don't even think about it, right?"

"Yes!"

Madman slowly raised his gaze: "He's just an ordinary person, but you... are not an ordinary person."

"Master, you are wrong. Everyone thinks they are a unique ray of light in this world. In fact, everyone is just a fleeting wave in the river of time, including all living beings in the world, including you and me. On the contrary, in my opinion, that warrior is extraordinary because he has a clear sense of his own position and he has something he adheres to."

“You didn’t understand what I meant,” the madman said. “The Ancient Passage has been opened. You actually have another choice. You can go back into the Ancient Passage and use your talents and abilities in that world. You can thrive in that world and become a superior person. This is the common logic of your world: survival of the fittest.”

"And then?" Lin Xiaosu asked, "With a soaring spirit, I tread upon ten thousand miles of clouds and return to this world?"

"It's not a bad idea!"

"But what will happen when that day comes? My loved ones will all be gone, the fields will be desolate, everything will have changed, and what will be the meaning of my departure today? Even if I tread upon ten thousand miles of clouds in the future, what will be the meaning..."

The madman remained silent.

"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, I've said it before: I don't want to be a god on the path of cultivation; I want to be a human being! I can be very ordinary, I can be a fleeting figure, but I will always be a human being until the day I die!"

Feng Dao smiled faintly: "Kid, let's talk about something lighter."

"Okay, you start!" Lin Xiaosu relaxed as well.

The madman said, "You've stumbled and fallen through twenty-three years of your life, and lived a tyrannical life for almost three years. Now, do you have any regrets?"

"Damn it! You know how tough my life was for the first twenty-three years, and you didn't even lend me a hand." Lin Xiaosu said, "If we're talking about regrets, where in life is there no regret? Even today, there are still regrets."

"for example?"

"For example, I've cultivated to this point, but I still can't touch the scenery above the heavens. For example, my brother is getting married soon, and I might not be able to attend. For example, I've had several wives, but we still don't have any children. My parents don't even know if our family line will end. Oh well, I have a lot of regrets... What about you, Daoist Master? Do you have any regrets?"

"I may only have one regret: I've never understood why that widow Feng from your village wouldn't like me," the madman said.

Lin Xiaosu stared at him, momentarily stunned.

That's a legend, a rural legend.

Legend has it that the Mad Taoist took a liking to Widow Feng and asked someone to act as matchmaker. Widow Feng considered this an insult, so she rushed to the entrance of the Mad Taoist's cave, put her hands on her hips, and cursed him so badly that he was utterly humiliated, adding a humorous incident to the surrounding villages.

"Back then, Widow Feng had no idea you were so capable; she could only judge people by their looks." Lin Xiaosu comforted him, "Why don't you go back after you finish this errand, change your clothes, take a shower, get a haircut, tidy up your beard, and then try going to another house?"

"Is this look alright?" Fengdao slowly stood up.

As he stood up, his hair suddenly became smooth.

His beard suddenly became neat.

His tattered Taoist robe suddenly became supple at this moment.

The grime on my body was instantly gone.

He was no longer seen as a crazy charlatan, but as a truly enlightened master.

"Taoist Master, if you appeared in front of Widow Feng looking like this, she would go crazy..." Lin Xiaosu exclaimed.

The madman laughed heartily: "Take a picture of me and send it to her!"

"Isn't that unnecessary? You can go to her yourself and experience firsthand her 'Flowers may bloom again, and youth may return'..."

Mad Dao gently patted Lin Xiaosu's shoulder: "Kid, the consequences of this mission are too great for you to bear. I'll take it!"

Lin Xiaosu's heart skipped a beat.

Today, the car started from Tashan and went straight to the South China Sea, which only took eight minutes.

In eight minutes, they talked about a lot of things, tracing the past and looking to the future, from the highest level of cause and effect to the lowest level of rural widow's love, seemingly going off-topic and completely lost.

But at the last minute before reaching the South China Sea, they came back!
The madman changed his appearance, adopting an image never before seen in his life, and accepted this karmic debt.

Lin Xiaosu felt uneasy. A person's sudden and complete change of image foreshadowed the biggest turning point in their life.

Judging from this posture, it seems that the madman is about to undergo nirvana.

But didn't he say that?
He has two more chances to make a move.

If the causal compass is functioning correctly, this journey is unlikely to lead to death...

South China Sea. A massive white warship.

Waves rise and fall, the sun rises.

A spring breeze blows across the sea, carrying a faint lingering stench of last night, but the seawater has already washed away all traces of last night's fierce battle.

On the deck, the warriors stood side by side with the giant of Kun Cang.

Li Chunshui gazed into the distance.

She named herself after water and devoted her life to studying it. Ironically, it was only today that she truly witnessed the magnificence and grandeur of the ocean.

Ironically, this powerful figure from Kuncang, whose religion revolves around water, arrived at the South China Sea, a place where fish can leap freely, and instead of feeling triumphant, she felt utterly insignificant, like an ant amidst the vastness of the world.

Last night's battle resulted in the slaying of countless ferocious beasts.

However, the news that just came in stunned all the Kuncang giants, including her.

Within this folded space, there are sects.

The ferocious beast that everyone regards as the most powerful enemy is actually just a "pig" raised by the sect.

They fought with each other's livestock all night, and even after playing all their cards, the outcome was still uncertain.

What will happen next?

The vastness of heaven and earth, so lonely and adrift...

"Master!" Ding Ruoshui rushed out of the operations room: "A super expert has appeared at Tashan! The siege of Tashan has been lifted."

"A super expert?" Li Chunshui's eyes lit up: "How expert?"

Without a sound, the four giants surrounded them, and everyone's eyes lit up, including Yin Jiuyou's.

Yes, Yin Jiuyou was also in their ranks.

In the past, Yin Jiuyou was a representative figure of the three upper sects. He was always the central figure at important occasions in Kun Cang. Now things are different. Now he can only be one of the Kun Cang giants led by Li Chunshui.

"No one knows how high his skill level is, but when facing thirteen Enlightened God Realm experts, he used a scarecrow to fly into the sky and easily wiped them all out."

Everyone stopped breathing.

After a long silence, Yin Jiuyou exhaled and asked, "Is it that butterfly?"

"No! He's just a seemingly crazy Taoist priest from Tashan who's lived there for decades. Nobody knows he possesses unparalleled supernatural powers."

Li Chunshui let out a long sigh: "Therefore, this place is actually full of hidden talents and dangers, and it is never a dead end!"

"That's right! He's coming! Xiao Su, he's coming..." Ding Ruoshui's smile was radiant, filled with boundless beauty and excitement...

The giants of Kuncang looked at each other, then suddenly exhaled a long breath in unison.

No one acknowledged that Lin Xiaosu was their pillar of support.

However, they must also admit from the bottom of their hearts that when they heard that Lin Xiaosu was coming, the extremely heavy pressure in their hearts suddenly dissipated a lot.

Seven people in the operations room.

Five of them looked like generals, and the remaining two were Xuehen and Lin Weiyang.

Before them was a huge map.

The map was just drawn; it's data brought by Wingblade, and it shows this folded space.

A pre-war meeting has just been held, setting the tone for the battle.

The nuclear bombs are now on the shelves.

The troops are in position.

The defense line has been set up...

Bloodstain's final approval from headquarters was halted because Lin Xiaosu was coming...

Coming soon!

Should we wait for this last half minute?
It was the last struggle in Xuehen's heart. Common sense told him that the three lines of defense each had their own responsibilities. He, as the commander-in-chief of the South China Sea defense, did not need Lin Xiaosu, the commander-in-chief of the Tashan defense line, to tell him what to do.

However, after years of walking the same path together, he always felt there should be a better way.

If they can't figure it out, maybe Lin Xiaosu can...

Suddenly, his gaze turned to the window.

A winged blade pierced the sky outside the window.

"Here it comes!" Lin Weiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

A hint of satisfaction crossed his face.

The current war strategy was devised by Xuehen, but it was also devised by Lin Weiyang.

Lin Weiyang was eager to see how Lin Xiaosu would fare in devising a battle plan, but he also seemed somewhat worried that once this Lin fellow arrived, he would use his superior combat thinking to turn the tide once again, making Lin Weiyang feel the crushing power of his combat strategies…

This is a very complex and contradictory psychological state.

However, Lin Weiyang's mental fortitude was unparalleled; her thoughts were never revealed on her face.

However, the wing blades, piercing the air, did not slow down or land on the deck. Instead, they suddenly accelerated, breaking through the sonic boom with a loud bang, and shot into the folded space. (End of Chapter)