He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Powder mist is not ordinary mist.

This is Gao Ning's starting stance for the "Twelve Labors Formation".

Twelve emotions, twelve checkpoints.

In sequence, activate the target's emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire.

Each barrier corresponds to the most vulnerable nerve in the human body.

Zhang Chulan had never seen anything like this before, but his body reacted before his brain did.

The Golden Light Mantra is activated automatically.

A layer of pale golden Qi membrane emanated from the body, keeping the powdery mist out.

"Innate Qi protecting the body?" A hint of surprise flashed in Gao Ning's eyes. "No wonder he is a top disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"What Celestial Master's Mansion?" Zhang Chulan asked, his face full of questions.

"You're just saying one thing and meaning another." Gao Ning smiled.

"Young benefactor, this monk's formation will not harm anyone."

"Oh?"

"I'm just heartbroken."

The words fell.

Gao Ning suddenly flipped his hands over, and a deep chanting arose from the pink mist.

A strange and alluring buzzing sound entered Zhang Chulan's school.

It felt like thousands of bees were buzzing their wings in unison in my ear.

It's like a mother gently humming a requiem by the cradle.

Zhang Chulan's Golden Light Mantra trembled violently.

"This is……"

Zhang Chulan's expression changed slightly.

He sensed it.

My emotions are fluctuating.

Twelve years.

A full twelve years.

He hid himself under the guise of an "ordinary college freshman" for far too long.

He hid it so well that he almost forgot what the real Zhang Chulan was like.

"Zhang Chulan".

A voice echoed in his mind—the voice of his grandfather, Zhang Zhiwei.

"You are a descendant of the Zhang family, and the blood of the Qi Source flows in your veins."

"You shouldn't have hidden it."

"You should stand up."

"Step forward and let everyone see who is the strongest of this generation."

Zhang Chulan's breathing became rapid.

wrong.

This is not what Grandpa said.

My grandfather died a long time ago.

He was touching my heartstrings.

"Amitabha." Gao Ning's voice drifted from afar, gentle as if chanting a sutra, "First trial passed."

A second wave of emotion surged forth.

anger.

Anger towards Lü Liang.

Anger towards Xia He.

Anger at this absurd world.

Cracks began to appear in the protective barrier of the Golden Light Mantra.

"Second stage, passed."

The third way.

sad.

His own grief over his past.

The sorrow of those twelve years of loneliness.

Zhang Chulan's body began to tremble.

"Third level, passed."

The fourth one.

fear.

"If I reveal my Qi Source Flow, will they kill me?"

"If I become too powerful, will I repeat the mistakes of the Jia Shen Rebellion?"

"If Feng Baobao's true identity were revealed, would she be attacked by all the extraordinary people in the world?"

Zhang Chulan's knees bent.

"Fourth level, passed."

The fifth one.

Love.

The sixth one.

evil.

The seventh one.

want.

With each obstacle he overcame, Zhang Chulan's body grew weaker.

He knelt on the ground.

The elemental transformation ability of the Glint-Glint Fruit appears and disappears intermittently.

The Golden Light Mantra completely collapsed.

"Boss..." Zhang Chulan's voice was hoarse, "Boss, help me..."

"I won't save him." Li Ang leaned against the tree, having drunk half of his milk tea.

"What?"

How can new employees learn to respect power without experiencing hardship?

Li Ang's tone was very calm.

"You think you'll be invincible just because you've drawn a Devil Fruit?"

"But I..."

"But what about you?"

Li Ang crushed the milk tea cup and threw it into the roadside trash can.

"If you can't even control your own heart, giving you any amount of power is a waste."

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth; he wanted to stand up.

But my body won't obey me.

Gao Ning's smile deepened.

"Level 8, passed."

Zhang Chulan's consciousness began to blur.

The scene before my eyes became distorted.

He saw the same face he had looked at in the mirror every morning for the past twelve years.

That face pretending to know nothing.

That harmless face.

"I don't want to hide it anymore."

As soon as this thought crossed Zhang Chulan's mind, tears streamed down his face.

All the pent-up frustration of twelve years came rushing back at once.

"Chu Lan," her grandfather's voice echoed in her mind, "you've suffered so much."

"Grandpa," Zhang Chulan choked out.

"Go," Grandpa's voice was gentle. "Go and show them your true strength."

"But……"

"No buts." Grandpa's voice suddenly changed. "You are Zhang Chulan."

"You are the successor of the Qi Source Stream."

"You are the designated successor of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"Who are you……"

"I told you to shut up!!!"

Zhang Chulan's roar exploded in the pink mist, and his entire body burst forth with dazzling golden light.

"Level 9, passed." Gao Ning's tone remained calm. "Level 10, passed."

"Level 11..."

"Old bald monk." Zhang Chulan raised his head.

His eyes reddened.

"Try saying it again."

Gao Ning's smile finally froze.

He sensed it.

Zhang Chulan's Qi was surging.

The power that burst forth from despair was so pure it was breathtaking.

"Amitabha." Gao Ning clasped his hands together. "The twelfth level..."

A flash of light appeared.

A cold glint pierced through the pink mist.

The blade struck a small, inconspicuous pebble at Gao Ning's feet with pinpoint accuracy.

The stone shattered.

The Twelve Labors Formation, its core broken.

The powdery mist instantly dissipated.

"Who?!" Gao Ning took three steps back, his kind expression completely vanishing.

The response he received was a cold, emotionless female voice.

"Sister Bao'er?"

Zhang Chulan barely managed to lift his head.

A girl who was dressed sloppily, with messy hair and empty eyes.

He was carrying a kitchen knife covered in mud, walking this way.

Feng Baobao.

"Sister Bao'er." Zhang Chulan's tears welled up again. "Why are you here?"

"San'er said you were around the cemetery." Feng Baobao tilted her head. "Were you crying just now?"

"no."

"I saw it all."

"..."

"You cry like a dog."

"Sister Bao'er!"

Feng Baobao ignored him and turned to look at Gao Ning.

"Fatty," Feng Baobao asked, "what were you doing just now?"

Gao Ning did not answer.

He was observing Feng Baobao.

The energy emanating from this girl was very strange.

So clean that there wasn't a single distracting thought.

There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; no love, hate, or grudges.

This means that his formation was completely ineffective against Feng Baobao.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Feng Baobao," Feng Baobao repeated. "I'm asking you a question. What were you doing just now?"

"This humble monk is guiding this young benefactor."

"Oh, he's my slave." Feng Baobao nodded. "If you want to convert him, you should convert me first."

"What?"

"Convert me," Feng Baobao repeated. "I also want to be converted."

Gao Ning was stunned.

In all his years in the profession, this was the first time he had encountered someone who actively requested to be converted.

"Benefactor, are you aware of this monk's formation...?"

Feng Baobao raised the kitchen knife, "I have no emotions whatsoever, try manipulating it however you want!"

Before the other party could respond, she moved swiftly and charged out with her knife.