Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"I must find a way to break the seal!" His eyes flashed, and a bloody light lingered around him, like a burning flame, wanting to burn away all the obstacles in this world.

"My Complete Book of Magic..." That was the complete book of spells written by the Holy Lord before he was sealed to Hell by the immortal god.

After the Holy Lord was sealed into Hell, this book began its wandering journey, passing through the hands of countless demons.

Until the demon was almost completely sealed away, it reappeared in the palms of many renowned dark wizards.

Many dark wizards who achieved the title of Grand Mage have held it in their hands, drawing upon its dark wisdom and power.

Over the centuries, the encyclopedia of magic has become increasingly rich in its records, detailing all kinds of magic from ancient times to the present.

It only stopped its wandering journey when its last master, a dark wizard, was defeated by a righteous archmage, and was then carefully treasured and used.

On his deathbed, the Archmage entrusted this complete book of magic to his most beloved and valued disciple—Old Man.

Now, this encyclopedia of magic may be hidden somewhere in the world, waiting for Jiang Shinian to explore and seek the glimmer of hope to break the seal.

It is like a mysterious treasure, containing endless secrets and possibilities. Jiang Shinian knows that only by finding it can he break the shackles that seal him and regain true freedom and power.

......

"Tru! Isn't your lunch ready yet? Your old man is starving!"

Inside Old Man's Antique Shop.

A loud shout, like the sudden ringing of a bell, echoed and caused the walls to tremble slightly, as if responding to the urgent call.

"click"

“Immediately, sir.”

In the kitchen.

Truna's massive, robust body struggled to move within the cramped space.

Its stature far surpasses the ordinary meaning of robust; it is extremely imposing, and when it moves, it seems as if a small mountain is shifting within the house.

He moved skillfully among the stove and cooking utensils, the leaping flames reflecting off his resolute face.

The food sizzled in the pot, and the aroma rose and filled the entire space, as if telling the tempting story of the delicious food that was about to be served.

Chapter 154 Tru is taken in by his father

"Oh dear—I took you in here not so you would let me go hungry!"

The old man's thin figure slowly walked out of the study. Although his steps were slow, they exuded a kind of calmness that came with the passage of time.

As my gaze wandered, I saw Xiaoyu lying on the sofa, completely absorbed in a magic book. Her focused state made it seem as if everything around her was irrelevant to her.

“Oh dear, Jade, you can’t look at those magic books with strange effects yet. You should start by learning one of the basics of spells—words.”

As the old man approached, he saw that what Xiaoyu was holding was a book on the theory of magic that discussed how to make people fall in love with her. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a look of helplessness and seriousness crossing his face.

That head-shaking gesture seemed to contain both a reproach for Xiaoyu's eagerness for quick results and an insistence on the need for a gradual approach to the path of magic.

The old man reached out and snatched the book from his hand. The movement was light, but it carried an undeniable determination.

"Ah, Dad!"

Xiaoyu was completely absorbed in the wonderful world of the book, reading with rapt attention, when the book was suddenly snatched from her hands. It was as if her beautiful dream had been abruptly interrupted, and she quickly jumped up.

Her eyes were filled with urgency and resentment, as if to say that this magic book was the key to unlocking a magical world for her, and how could it be taken away so easily?

"I think this magic book would be perfect for me!"

Xiaoyu followed her father hurriedly, still wanting to try again.

His words were full of longing and yearning for magic, as if he could already see the wonderful scene of being surrounded by people who admired him after he learned magic.

"Dad, if I learn this magic, I can be loved and liked by people wherever I go. Maybe then I can get people to come here to buy antiques. What do you say, Dad?"

Xiaoyu shook her head, a sly smile on her face, gesturing with her hands as if she were using an invisible brush to sketch a beautiful vision for her father.

The waving of his hands seemed to depict a bustling scene of customers filling the store and business thriving, attempting to impress his father.

"Magic cannot be used so indiscriminately! At least not with my father!"

Although the old man was slightly moved, that fleeting feeling was like a shooting star in the dark night.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly shook his head, placed his hand on the bookshelf, and tried to return the magic book to its original position.

His gaze was so firm, as unwavering as a rock, demonstrating his steadfast adherence to the principles of using magic.

But at that moment, the old man suddenly felt dizzy and his mind went blank.

It was as if an invisible wind had swept through the depths of the soul, causing it to lose its balance in an instant.

With a slight loosening of his grip, the magic book fell to the ground with a soft thud, as if lamenting the capriciousness of fate.

The old man himself staggered, his steps unsteady, and he almost fell to the ground.

His staggering figure was like a flickering candle in the wind, swaying precariously.

Xiaoyu was shocked to see this. In her panic, she completely forgot about the magic book and rushed forward to support her father's thin body.

He was surprised, wondering why his father seemed even lighter than himself. As he helped him up, he realized how frail his father was, as if the years had quietly drained his vitality away.

Fang Yi helped his father up, and a thought suddenly flashed through Xiao Yu's mind, but she shook her head vigorously, as if trying to drive away the thought that shouldn't have been there.

Then he looked at his father with worry, his eyes filled with concern and fear.

"What's wrong, Dad? What happened? Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital or call an ambulance?"

The old man, being helped up, covered his head with his hand, his brow furrowed, as if struggling against the discomfort. After catching his breath, he spoke in a hoarse, labored voice:

"Oh... I have a bad feeling."

The old man put his hand on Xiaoyu's shoulder for support, his hand trembling slightly, as if conveying his inner unease.

His other hand gripped the bookshelf tightly, his knuckles white, to steady himself. He steadied himself, then forcefully suppressed the sudden discomfort and cried out:

"One more thing! Never call an ambulance! Do you know how much an ambulance costs Dad!"

"Uh……"

Xiaoyu, supported by her father's hand, asked a question despite her worries.

"What if you die, I mean, you're about to die?"

"Oh dear! Dad's told me so many times, eating more garlic is good for your health!!"

After a short rest, the old man was much better, and his booming voice rang out again.

The voice seemed to have regained its former confidence and authority, as if the discomfort just now was just a false alarm.

"True! Don't forget to add plenty of garlic!"

"Oh no……"

Xiaoyu shook her head repeatedly, her head shaking seeming to reflect both an instinctive resistance to the smell of garlic and a helpless teasing of her father's "miracle cure".

"Yes, sir."

Tru's voice drifted from the kitchen, steady and powerful, as if responding to his father's instructions and announcing that lunch was almost ready.

"Oh no!"

Xiaoyu stood there stunned for a moment, then, seeing her father had already turned and walked away, she hurriedly chased after him, her eyes still filled with worry, and asked:

"Dad, what happened to you just now?"

The old man paced back and forth among the towering bookshelves, his eyes urgent and focused, as if searching for a long-lost treasure.

The bookshelves were filled with a dazzling array of books, like a vast ocean of knowledge. The old man's figure moved among them, appearing even smaller yet more persistent.

“Dad has a premonition that Jackie Chan will be in trouble on this trip. I need to cast a lucky spell for him, but I can’t remember where I put that spell book. Maybe it’s among these books, perhaps one of them.”

Xiaoyu looked up at the giant bookshelf that was many times taller than herself. To her left was a sea of ​​old, mottled books, with the marks of time deeply imprinted on each one.

Looking to the right, there is also a vast expanse of books, resembling antiques, as if those books are quietly telling stories and wisdom from the past.

"Uh, Uncle Long, I hope you have good luck..."

Jade silently prayed for Jackie Chan in her heart. Her prayer was pure and sincere, and it traveled through space to reach Jackie Chan, who was on an adventure in the distance.

……

High above England.

A plane, billowing black smoke, plummeted toward the earth like a roc with broken wings.

Its fuselage trembled violently in the air, as if struggling in pain, emitting chilling roars that shattered the silence of the sky.

"what--"

A sharp, almost hoarse shriek drifted faintly from the horizon.

That shriek was filled with fear and despair, like a soul crying out in the face of utter despair.

"Bad luck is upon me, misfortune keeps piling up—!"

"Sky Eagle's Fury Strike—!"

In the air, two figures entangled with each other, like falling meteors, plunging towards the ground with extreme speed.

Jackie Chan and Ah Fu, their figures intertwined amidst the blue sky and white clouds, exchanging blows with fierce and powerful moves.

The two men started fighting on the plane for reasons unknown. Whether the fight began due to a difference in ideology or a dispute over treasure, it is now impossible to know.

Chapter 155 Emergency Landing?

However, this result led to an emergency landing of the planes, after which the pilots jumped out and engaged in another fierce battle at high altitude.

Each of them had a mask covering their face. Although it wasn't perfect, it did protect them from some of the strong winds and at least prevented their faces from being torn off.

Beneath the masks were two faces etched with determination and perseverance, drenched in sweat and blood, yet showing no sign of retreat.

The two exchanged blows in mid-air, punches and kicks flying back and forth.

Jackie Chan looked down and saw that he was almost touching the ground. His heart tightened, knowing that if he didn't make a decision quickly, he would be smashed to pieces.

With a kick, Jackie Chan sent Ah Fu flying. He immediately pulled up his parachute, and the parachute blossomed in the air like a life-saving auspicious cloud.

With a whoosh, its speed decreased abruptly, and its figure drifted in the air like a fallen leaf in the wind. Although it had a chance to live, it was still under the control of fate.