Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 202 Saving Private Xiaoyu

What the fuck!

What does it mean that the Panku Box flew away on its own?

Is this Chinese?

Who released this cursed blue aura?

Russell and Ye Fan exchanged glances, finding the whole thing utterly absurd.

This is a really big deal.

Without being forcibly degraded by the Great Wisdom Dharma Image and the Blind Foolish Authority, they did not believe that this matter was unrelated to Zhou Lan's inexplicable loss of immortality.

Even on a whim, they could roughly connect it to Xiaoyu's disappearance, but they couldn't confirm the specific reason for it yet.

"Let's go back to Earth first." Russell raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The Asura Battle Suit silently appeared from the void. He separated a portion of his divine soul and injected it into the battle suit to continuously monitor the changes in the concentration of demonic energy. Once there was any abnormality, he would be able to sense it immediately.

Ye Fan and the others nodded, offering no objections.

Zhongli should know what happened, but given his personality, no matter how much they ask, he won't tell them. A riddle teller's mouth is harder to pry open than an emperor's weapon, so they can only take it one step at a time.

Deep within the Fengdu underworld, a hidden cave has been carved out inside the statue of Yama, the King of Hell.

On the towering throne built of piled bones, Russell sat upright, his imposing aura emanating from his Heavenly Overlord Body. The flickering, eerie green phosphorescent flames around him made his profile appear deep and unfathomable.

The Mirror God prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead almost touching the earth, his posture extremely obsequious and respectful: "Honorable master, everything in the world is proceeding as you predicted."

The Mirror Master quickly stepped forward, picked up an ancient bronze mirror with both hands, and bowed to present it to Russell.

The bronze mirror rippled slightly like water, reflecting not the scene inside the cave, but a map showing the distribution of the Dark Wizard Alliance's strongholds around the world.

Using the Ghost Mask to distract Old Man and the Dragon Group, the Alliance forces swarmed across the world like locusts, collecting one magical artifact after another.

Of the eight great demons, only the portion belonging to the Holy Lord is still within the demon dragon's body. The demonic energy of the other seven has been found. In addition, with the other sealed demons and weak evil gods, the remaining thirty percent of the demonic energy in the world has been firmly in their hands.

Russell waved his hand, and the Mirror God and Mirror God Merchant understood. They bowed and backed out of the cave. Once he was alone in the hall, he raised his hand and took out two items from the mirror space.

A folding fan and a gourd.

These are the immortal divine tokens of Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li, each containing a wisp of the purest primordial demonic energy of Xiaofeng and Basha, respectively.

Like the essence of demons, this wisp of primordial demonic energy can only be sealed, not destroyed.

Russell took a deep look at the two tokens floating in front of him, then opened his left hand. The Demonized True Martial Dao Fruit manifested from his palm, and the purplish-black seal slowly rotated, with the Big Dipper pattern flickering on its surface.

Guided by the Dao Fruit, two strands of demonic energy, one green and one blue, were slowly drawn out from the fan ribs and the gourd mouth, falling into his palm.

Without hesitation, Russell's right hand flashed with divine light, and he clenched his fist tightly.

A muffled explosion resounded in the cave, and the two wisps of demonic energy instantly turned to ashes between his five fingers.

"really."

Russell slowly narrowed his eyes and leaned back lazily onto the bone throne.

The immortality of demons has disappeared. Not only Zhoulan, but all eight demons have lost their immortality.

Tracing back to the source, the eight great demons were originally transformed from the innate Bagua, rooted in the origin of the world, sharing the same origin as heaven and earth, which is why they possess the characteristics of being immortal and indestructible, and can only be sealed but not destroyed.

Looking back now, does the disappearance of this immortal quality mean that they have lost the blessing of the world's origin?

If we think about it further, does the fact that the origin of the world abandoned them mean that the origin has chosen a new carrier?

so----

Xiaoyu!?

Gan!

As the saying goes, "One thought leads to understanding of a hundred," Russell instantly connected all the clues and gained a complete understanding.

No wonder they received the Heavenly Gift Dao Fruit without reservation this time, going straight to the maximum. It turns out that from beginning to end, this group of people were treated as pig-raising tools by the origin of the world.

Well, it's not that Xiaoyu is a pig, but that's the gist of it.

Having figured this out, Russell actually relaxed.

If you do the math, they not only didn't lose out, but actually got a huge advantage.

The origin of the world uses them as catalysts, but aren't they using the origin of the world as a free training ground?

As for Xiaoyu, that girl was born of necessity, and it's none of their business to worry about her.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still checked it again.

[Chat Group Channel]

Russell: "Your Majesty, is the contract you made with the World Will related to Xiaoyu's eventual ascension to godhood?"

Zhong Li: "Oh? So you already knew."

In the depths of the alley, an antique shop with a half-closed vermilion wooden door and a dim lamp hanging from the beams casts a warm glow over the bronze tripods, ancient jade discs, and old porcelain vases scattered on the shelves. The light flows through the patterns of the objects, revealing the weight of time.

On the table, a freshly brewed cup of Qimen black tea was steaming. Zhong Li sat upright at the pear wood table by the window, glancing down at the screen. His long, warm golden eyes were calm and unwavering, showing no surprise whatsoever.

He was prepared for Russell's ability to deduce the whole story.

Russell: "Okay."

After closing the chat group, Russell's thoughts drifted easily to another completely unrelated direction—what to eat for breakfast tomorrow.

Hmm, how about we try again to see if we can win over the fermented mung bean juice?

He, a dignified official like Luo, might not be unable to handle a mere bowl of soy milk.

"An hour after vomiting, at an old Beijing-style fried noodles restaurant."

The improvement in cultivation not only brings a surge in power, but also a comprehensive enhancement of the five senses.

If an ordinary person can only taste a little bit of flavor, then Russell can taste a hundred points of flavor at this moment.

One sip of soy milk, and the intensely aggressive, multi-layered sour, rancid taste hits you right in the head. It's a complex flavor that can't be described with any known vocabulary, and a torment that's hard to put into words.

Russell immediately put on the standard pain mask, his facial muscles contorting uncontrollably into a meme-worthy expression.

All I can say is that he's definitely a stinky outsider; he really can't understand the unique, hardcore tastes of the men in Beijing.

After quickly settling the bill, Russell took advantage of the early hour to stroll around the legendary city of Beijing. He secretly wondered if he was lucky enough to stumble upon the famous courtyard house and see the legendary swordsman who even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation couldn't kill. That would make the trip worthwhile.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, the Panku Box, which had lost control, appeared from time to time in various corners of the world, releasing the remaining Zhongsu, Dikui, and Ximu one by one.

Knowing the final plan, Russell naturally let things take their course, slacking off and watching the show. Only the traitor Xiao Yan was extremely active, and every time the Pan Ku Treasure Box appeared, the Azure Flame would sweep in from the horizon, single-handedly increasing the attendance rate of the righteous camp.

Until the final demon Ximu was sealed away, the score between the righteous and demonic paths was completely locked at three to five.

Bo Gang, Xiao Feng, and Zhou Lan belong to the demonic faction.

Saint Lord, Basha, Zhongsu, Dikui, and Ximu were all taken over by the righteous side.

Meanwhile, the struggle between the various forces has come to an end.

With Klein's identity completely exposed, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was besieged by the global wizarding association, and all its members were taken into custody.

Dumbledore was temporarily suspended from his post pending investigation, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were invited to a special hearing by the union, and even the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest had their movements restricted.

Russell's Dark Wizarding Alliance also suffered repeated defeats under the multi-pronged pursuit of the Dragon Squad led by Old Man. Not only was Blade Dragon imprisoned in the heavily fortified anti-magic prison of District 13, but even the two Mirror Gods who had served Russell faithfully were personally sealed back into mirror fragments by Old Man using sealing magic.

On the surface, the righteous camp has completely crushed the enemy, while the demonic camp remains silent, seemingly having given up entirely and making no further moves.

For the Righteous Alliance and the officials of various countries, the situation is excellent, and there is peace and tranquility everywhere.

Social media users have already begun celebrating the victory, and major news outlets are pushing out press releases that read "Global Mage Union Announces Righteous Faction Gains Decisive Advantage."

Apart from----

In the underground base of District 13, Jackie Chan, who had already been dubbed a "world hero" by the media, still looked worried.

Xiaoyu has been missing for three whole months.

For the past three months, he has mobilized all his connections, asking friends around the world to search for her. Even government officials from various countries have personally intervened, using every available means, including satellite remote sensing, psychic detection, and big data facial recognition. But Xiaoyu has vanished without a trace.

Even her father, who always seemed so confident, started to get anxious. He locked himself in his room all day, searching through ancient books, determined to find an ancient magic that could locate Xiaoyu.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. After searching painstakingly for half a month, the old man finally found a similar technique in an ancient book whose cover was already incomplete.

Inside the sealed room, a crucible rested on a fire, the dark green liquid churning and bubbling under the pressure of bubbles at the bottom, producing thick green foam and emitting a complex odor that was a mixture of the fishy smell of herbs and the smell of humus, making one feel nauseous at first glance.

The old man, however, remained unfazed, sitting cross-legged in front of the crucible with a solemn expression.

"A gecko's tail, a small handful of phoenix tree shavings, half a dried dogwood fruit, a small piece of dried skunk tail hair, half a fermented single clove of garlic —"

Jackie Chan was pinching his nose with one hand, trying to suppress the pungent smell, as he threw the materials into the crucible one by one.

With each addition, the dark green potion churned violently, bubbles burst, and the smell grew increasingly intense.

The moment the garlic cloves hit the pan, the aroma in the entire room reached a peak that the human olfactory system could not withstand. Jackie Chan accidentally inhaled a mouthful and was immediately choked, his eyes turning red and tears streaming down his face.

"Dad, will your magic really find Xiaoyu?" he asked, wiping away his tears.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Jackie Chan finished speaking, he received a loud slap on the forehead from his father.

"Don't question your father's magic. This magic was passed down from your father's master's master's master's master's master's master." The father withdrew his finger, blew his beard, and glared.

As for whether it will work or not, he doesn't know; he'll try it first and see.

"Okay————" Submitting to his father's tyranny, Jackie Chan habitually rubbed his head.

"Snapped!"

Before Jackie Chan could finish speaking, he was hit again. His father shoved Xiaoyu's schoolbag into his arms, his expression stern.

Su: "There's one more thing. Your father is about to cast a spell. If you still want to find Zhi Xiaoyu, then stay where you are and don't move."

"Oh, okay, Dad." Jackie Chan quickly hugged his schoolbag tightly with both hands, standing still in a stiff posture.

The old man turned around, picked up the crucible that had cooled down from the ground, and the dark green potion had now turned into a thick, dark gold color, its surface as calm as a mirror.

He carefully placed the crucible on the ground to the side, and with Chenglong as the center, he used a brush dipped in the potion to draw a mysterious and complex magic circle stroke by stroke.

After the magic circle was completed, he began to twist his body in an ancient and eerie rhythm, chanting: "Demons and monsters, leave quickly—demons and monsters, leave quickly—"

After repeating the incantation over and over for a full half hour, the formation remained completely still. However, Old Man Wanmai's body finally gave out. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Jackie Chan quickly stepped forward to check on his father's condition. After confirming that he was just exhausted, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Dad, how about we think of another way?"

The old man adjusted his reading glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of self-doubt. He secretly thought that this ancient method might have been lost and ineffective. He immediately nodded, intending to get up and go back to find another technique.

Just as the two of them were helping each other up and preparing to leave, the array patterns on the ground, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly burst forth with a faint spiritual light and began to move completely without warning.

A thick cloud of smoke suddenly erupted from the center of the array, churning and coalescing in mid-air, transforming into a constantly fluctuating illusory portal.

The edges of the door frame gleamed with a pale golden light, while the door itself was a bottomless darkness. Then, a figure stepped out of the door.

This was a tall, elegant woman with a dashing air. She was Wan Ji, who was in her early twenties. Her short black hair was neatly styled to her shoulders. She wore a dark-colored outfit whose material was indiscernible but was clearly not ordinary. She was capable, sharp, and exuded a mature aura.

Heng stepped out the door, his gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on Jackie Chan, who was supporting his father with a schoolbag. He paused for a moment, then seemed to understand, a familiar smile curving his lips: "Hey! Uncle Chan! Long time no see!"

"You are... Xiaoyu?!?" Jackie Chan stared wide-eyed at the newcomer in disbelief.

It's only been three months, how come Xiaoyu has grown so much!?