America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The white-robed monk shouted nervously to Li Qun, as he was well aware of the Black Bear Spirit's abilities.

The golden cudgel fell to the ground, causing a slight tremor. The black bear spirit transformed into a black gust of wind and attacked Li Qun.

The golden cudgel returned to its original size and flew towards Li Qun while spinning, trying to block the black wind for him, but it was too late.

The black-tasseled spear pierced through Li Qun's chest, and Li Qun stared in disbelief at the spear protruding from his chest.

No blood flowed out, but he had a feeling that his life was about to end.

"You need to practice more."

The black bear spirit in front of them transformed back into human form, its eyes cunning and a smile on its face.

……

……

Liqun sprang up from his father's mahogany chair, his golden cudgel falling onto the pile of old things.

The lighting was dim, and there was a musty smell in the air. It was the familiar environment of my father's shop.

Li Qun touched his chest; the moment the black bear demon pierced his chest, it felt like a dream.

Is he really dreaming?

"You're back. How are you?"

The old man leisurely sipped his tea and asked Liqun with a smile.

"Dad?"

Li Qun's breathing became rapid as he turned his head to look around at the pawnshop's furnishings.

The old man looked up at the mechanical clock on the wall; less than an hour had passed.

"For the first time, it was pretty quick," Dad said.

"How is this going?"

Li Qun picked up the golden cudgel and examined the simple iron rod in his hand.

The dark gold metal rod is a very neat and slender cylinder. At both ends of the cylinder, it is bound by ancient dragon and phoenix patterns in gold hoops. If you carefully run your hand along the rod, you can vaguely feel the words "Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighing 13,500 catties". These words are completely invisible to the naked eye.

“Your consciousness just traveled to another world, but your body is still here. You won’t die in that world; fatal injuries will only bring your consciousness back to your body,” Dad explained.

What the old man meant was that he had been projected into another world. For Li Qun, this was easy to understand; it was just another form of time travel.

"Dad, I don't even know what to ask you anymore."

“I will answer some of your questions, while you will have to find the answers to others in another world,” the old man said.

"Dad, is that world real? Or are they just illusions from the past?" Li Qun asked seriously.

“That’s a real world, and time flows at the same rate as here,” Dad replied.

"If my consciousness is trapped over there, will I never be able to come back?" Li Qun asked worriedly.

"That won't happen."

"Dad, how do you know he can't?"

"Because your body is here."

Li Qun took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

His mind was a bit of a mess right now, so much so that he felt the world around him was also somewhat chaotic.

"Don't rush back after you get back; calm yourself down first."

"Here, have some tea."

Li Qun put the golden cudgel back on the stand, took the teacup his father handed him with both hands, blew on it to cool it down, and took a small sip.

Humans are always afraid when faced with the unknown.

Li Qun's feelings were a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Can you tell your father what you went through over there?" the father asked.

"Dad, it's like this..."

Liqun recounted his experiences in another world to his father. The Guanyin Temple, the white-robed monk and the golden cudgel, his battle with the black bear spirit—his father maintained a smile throughout.

"Liqun, are you eager to return the Golden Cudgel to the Great Sage?" the old man asked.

"Yes." Li Qun nodded honestly.

"I feel this is a very important matter, and I need to get it done as soon as possible."

"This can't be rushed," the old man said.

"..."

Li Qun covered his head, feeling a little dizzy.

"Aren't you going to ask anything else?"

Li Qun shook his head.

At this moment, his thoughts were somewhat confused.

As a time traveler, Li Qun knows a lot of things.

A jumble of messy memories of the old world kept gushing out of my mind.

These memories of the old world couldn't fully correspond to the people and events he encountered, and a sudden sense of unease stirred his emotions.

If he could, he would like to live a peaceful and quiet life, living in his hometown as a native of Aurora.

He didn't want to be in New York.

He should be a Chinese, not an American.

But now he can neither be a Chinese nor an American.

What kind of person is he?

he does not know……

What's wrong with him?

What happened to him this time?

No matter what difficulties we encounter, we must face them bravely...

Li Qun's thoughts were scattered and chaotic, but suddenly powerful words came to mind.

Regardless of whether the statement was appropriate or not, Li Qun felt that he had gained a powerful spiritual strength from it.

The sun rises in the east, and the morning light is faint.

Suddenly transported to another world, suddenly burdened with a heavy mission, suddenly experiencing death...

He asked himself, what was he doing? What was he thinking?

It was as if I had a split personality; two consciousnesses appeared in my mind: one was determined and full of expectations for the future, while the other was confused, lost, and full of anxiety.

The old man waved his hand in front of Li Qun's eyes, pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts.

"Dad, can I go again today?"

Liqun put all those messy ideas to the back of his mind.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't rush off again," the old man said.

Li Qun reached up and touched the bridge of his nose. "My glasses."

"See that, Liqun? This is what I meant by focusing your mind. You don't seem ready," the old man reminded Liqun.

Give me the gourd.

Liqun took the gourd off and handed it to his father.

The old man poured wine from the gourd and made Liqun drink the wine in his cup.

Li Qun obediently finished his drink, and his father looked somewhat worried.

The medicinal wine took effect shortly afterward, and Liqun fell asleep and slept very soundly.

Half an hour later, Li Qun suddenly woke up.

"Oh, Dad, I'm asleep!"

"How did you sleep?"

"I feel refreshed," Li Qun replied, his eyes bright.

"Do you remember what happened before you fell asleep?" Dad asked.

"remember."

"The Golden Cudgel".

Li Qun stood up, simply opened his hand towards the Ruyi Jingu Bang on the staff stand, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang instantly flew into Li Qun's hand for him to grasp.

"Wow!" Li Qun exclaimed softly.

"Dad, I was acting really strange before."

I won't answer that question.

Li Qun guessed in his mind that his mental state before falling asleep was very consistent with the state of a decreased SAN value.

He has a strong will, and a single death experience shouldn't cause his SAN value to drop to a state of mental instability.

There might be something dirty in the other world, and his mind was unknowingly corrupted.

Chapter 78 Are you the God of Sticks?

"The golden cudgel flies in."

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) crashed into Li Qun's hand, causing him pain, but he was still enjoying it.

Liqun stood the golden cudgel in place, then ran to another spot and called for the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the golden cudgel), which flew into his hand again.

"Liqun, are you a dog?" Dad joked.