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Lin Bei shook his head speechlessly. Because of Wang's mistake, his image as a hermit with an air of otherworldly wisdom could no longer be established.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem. There are many versions of reclusive masters; just choose one.

On the other side, Strange was running wildly through Kamar-Taj. He was incredibly lucky, and after a few turns, he passed through the wooden corridors, past the garden landscape, and arrived at the open square in front of the gate.

Along the way, Strange saw many JTS-3 robots and many mages sitting quietly in pavilions and corridors. He dared not approach them, so he rushed to the gate and shoved it open with a bang.

Boom boom boom! !

Snowflakes were falling on my face, and the air was bitterly cold.

Outside the door was a world of white snow, with blue sky, white clouds, and majestic, rolling mountains, making it feel as if you were on the top of the world.

The frigid temperatures made Strange shiver. He braved the wind and snow to close the door, then hugged his shoulders, leaned against the door, and his jaw chattered.

Inside the door, birds sing and flowers bloom, and the temperature is pleasant; outside, it's freezing cold, enough to freeze a person to death.

"Kid, you can really run! Keep running, why did you stop?"

King Wang angrily stepped forward, grabbed the trembling Strange and pulled him up, then strode towards the main hall.

To avoid disturbing the other sorcerers' meditation, he traveled on foot the whole way; otherwise, he would have caught Strange much earlier.

He wasn't worried that Strange could escape Kamar-Taj; people without magic couldn't open portals, and Strange would never escape in his lifetime.

Strange asked, trembling, "Where...where am I?"

“Of course it’s Kamar-Taj!” the king said irritably. “Hurry up and come with me, don’t keep the Sorcerer Supreme waiting.”

Chapter 252

"Supreme Sorcerer! That young man is the Supreme Sorcerer?"

Now that things had come to this, Strange realized that the Holy Land was completely different from what he had imagined; the magic stones here were black when cut open.

He couldn't escape his fate; he had no way to run away and could only leave it to fate.

Wang glared fiercely, his eyes wide: "Don't talk nonsense! The Supreme Master is highly respected and virtuous; how dare you make such comments?"

“But he looks really young, younger than me, younger than you…” Suddenly, Strange remembered two portraits on the wall, one of which was of Lin Bei.

"Heh, that's how worldly people see it. The Sorcerer Supreme looked just like this back in the last century."

Wang scoffed. He had never met Lin Bei before, but Master Mihar had given him special instruction, so he knew some information about Lin Bei.

"He can definitely heal my hands..."

"Shut up, why are you spouting so much nonsense? Behave yourself in front of the Sorcerer Supreme later. Don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask, understand?"

As Wang dragged Strange along, he greeted other mages he encountered by pressing Strange's head down and nodding, before returning to the main hall as quickly as possible.

"Supreme Master, I have brought the person back."

"Okay, you can go now!"

Wang bowed and stepped back, leaving a flustered Strange behind. He had met many social elites, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like the Sorcerer Supreme, and he was at a loss for words.

"Please take a seat."

Lin Bei sat cross-legged in front of the low coffee table, raising his hand to point to the futon in front of him.

"Thank you!"

Strange was not used to this sitting posture. He raised his hands to straighten his legs and looked at the tea set in front of him. He thought that Lin Bei would do it himself, but the JTS-3 robot next to him stepped forward and slowly and unhurriedly demonstrated the tea ceremony to the two of them as if creating art.

Something feels off!

Strange was puzzled but dared not say more. After drinking several cups of tea, seeing that Lin Bei remained silent, he had no choice but to speak first: "Sorcerer Supreme, I am..."

“I know that Stephen Strange, the renowned neurosurgeon, came here from New York looking for a way to treat his hands.”

Strange's eyes lit up at this: "Yes, you can call me... Strange."

Lin Bei said meaningfully, "Shouldn't we add the prefix 'Doctor'?"

"I'm not a doctor anymore."

"I mean, Doctor!"

Lin Bei picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and took a small sip: "You are indeed no longer a doctor, but you still have your doctoral degree. I thought you would like this title, as it makes you feel like you are still a doctor."

"Uh, you know that too?" Strange's face paled as his little scheme was exposed, and he suddenly remembered something called mind reading.

"Don't worry, I didn't use mind reading."

"..."

Lin Bei felt a surge of satisfaction, finally understanding how the Ancient One felt back then. No matter how powerful Strange might become in the future, he was still just a junior at the moment.

What? You're saying Doctor Strange is awesome?

I know that he looked like an idiot in front of me back then.

As Lin Bei was thinking this, he suddenly realized something: Gu Yi must have done it on purpose back then. She knew that his future would be amazing, so she belittled and mocked him in various ways to raise her own status.

What a despicable and shameless old man!

Lin Bei cursed under his breath, then looked at the silly Strange, his eyes instantly sharpening.

He figured he couldn't be left behind; he wanted to get his revenge on Strange for the same arrogance he'd been shown off by the Ancient One back then.

The teachings of the Ancient One Sect should be considered the legacy passed down through generations of the Supreme Master!

“Sorcerer Supreme, now that you know why I’m here, can you heal my hands?” Strange felt extremely uncomfortable talking to someone who could read minds.

Admittedly, Kamar-Taj possesses a wealth of valuable knowledge, and the sorcerers seem to have strange and unusual special abilities. However, today's unpleasant experience has made him wary of Kamar-Taj, and he only wants to heal his hands as soon as possible and escape this place.

“Strange, you know nothing about power.”

Seeing through Strange's thoughts, Lin Bei shook his head repeatedly. The down-on-his-luck doctor was still too arrogant and didn't understand what respect meant at all.

"I know some things. You mages are very powerful, for example, your mind-reading ability..."

Strange hesitated, then cautiously asked, "Please don't continue. This is my personal privacy."

'I didn't read your mind; it was your soul and heart that willingly laid their thoughts before me, far more honest than the mask you wear.'

"This this……"

Upon hearing Lin Bei's voice directly in his mind, Strange felt his mouth go dry, and even drinking a cup of tea in one gulp couldn't relieve the thirst.

He looked down and saw that the tea in the cup was still, and even if the cup was turned upside down, not a drop of tea would leak out.

There was another silence!

Seeing Lin Bei calmly and leisurely sipping his tea, with an expression of utter bliss as if he could drink this tea for the next century, Strange decisively backed down: "Sorcerer Supreme, I only wish to heal my hands. I have never dared to underestimate you and Kamar-Taj..."

"In fact, I came here with a pilgrimage mentality. I know a patient named Pains, and I learned about Kamar-Taj from him."

Strange panicked. He was just healing a pair of hands. Couldn't he just have any mage touch them? Why make such a fuss?

First, there's this act of heroism, then the Supreme Master himself steps in, rambling on and on about showing off and being cool. What's the point?

Strange felt utterly destitute; not only was he penniless, but he was also crippled. Even if he were sold, he wouldn't be worth as much as an NS-3. He searched his entire body, and besides…

The thought that he was somewhat handsome made Strange feel uneasy.

"Hehehe!"

Lin Bei grinned, snapped his fingers, and dark energy condensed into dozens of large swords in mid-air, which flew up and down around Strange in a flash.

Strange's vision was filled with flashes of black light, and the cold air made the hairs on his face and neck stand on end. By the time he came to his senses, his beard, which hadn't been groomed for six months, was completely shaved off, and the long hair of the down-and-out vagrant was now neatly trimmed.

A burst of black light spread out, enveloping the broken hair and stubble scattered on the ground, corroding them completely before disappearing without a trace.

Strange remained motionless, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. If those dozens of greatswords had been slightly off-center, he would have been dead.

Lin Bei pointed a finger, and a holy light entered Strange's body, healing some of his hidden ailments, especially his face, which was bruised and swollen like a pig's head, instantly returning to normal.

Strange instinctively touched his face, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort and exhilaration, as if he were basking in the sunlight, every cell in his body groaning with pleasure.

This feeling was unprecedented, as if I had stepped into heaven.

The next second, Lin Bei's words sent him plummeting from heaven to hell.

"Oh, after the swelling goes down and you tidy it up a bit, you actually look quite handsome!"

Lin Bei looked Strange up and down. Due to the exhaustion of the past six months, his temples were gray and he looked much more mature than before.

Judging by his appearance alone, he already has some of the charm of Doctor Strange.

"..."

Strange was terrified, and she pushed herself back with her hands on the ground, her pale face perfectly illustrating her weakness, helplessness, and pitifulness.

A moment later, he suddenly realized something, looked down and saw that his injuries had healed, but his hands were still trembling and the damaged nerves had not been cured.

"Supreme Sorcerer, please stop toying with me. Please heal my hands." Strans bowed his head deeply. The reclusive master might have a wicked sense of humor, but he truly possessed great skill.

"I reject!"

"why?"

Strans anxiously looked up. The opportunity to heal his hands was so close, but his hope had vanished. He was unwilling to accept this outcome.

"It stems from your arrogance..."

Lin Bei picked up his teacup, put on the demeanor of a reclusive master, and said deceptively, "It's not your fault that you know nothing about power; your environment has shaped your understanding. But you shouldn't be so self-righteous and define the world with your narrow perspective. You lack the most basic respect."

"Well, this isn't my fault!"

Strange hurriedly explained, but suddenly met Lin Bei's eyes. He felt disoriented, as if he were seeing the universe and his soul was being pulled into it by a powerful gravitational pull.

It was a pitch-black and deathly silent world, boundless and endless.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out, dragging Strange's body out of the darkness and into a bizarre and dazzling world.

The dazzling lights shone on my face, like a kaleidoscope of optical toys, with countless crystalline worlds constantly circulating as I turned it slightly.

The beam of light continued to pull, and Strange felt himself falling, but because he couldn't tell which way was up, he also felt himself rising, or rather, being magnified.

By referencing the surrounding objects that are constantly shrinking, his body appears to be infinitely magnified.

This was a field that overturned his understanding; time and space had no meaning, and all the mathematical laws he knew did not apply in this field.

The beam of light continued to pull, and Strange swept past non-material subatomic particles, his body constantly expanding, traversing a propagation medium with approximately zero mass, moving from the atomic level to the molecular level.