Chapter 183: Zhong Yi

Chapter 183: Zhong Yi

Nighttime.

After successfully refining two new pills, little flame went back to showing off in front of his subordinates in the book.

Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji each took a pill and spent an hour cultivating.

Chu Ge returned to his room to save drafts for the next day, while Qiu Wuji cuddled a teddy bear and watched TV. She had already made up her mind that when Chu Ge was busy, she wouldn’t play the game!

Is watching TV not as fun as playing the game? At least it doesn’t invite people to curse at her, wuwuwu...

Chu Ge didn’t dare to tell me to go back into the book. Who do you think you are to tell me to go back into the book! Right, tomorrow I’ll ask Panda how to punch people over the internet. If anyone insults me, I’ll punch them!

Thinking about the game made Qiu Wuji feel unhappy, and at the same time, Chu Ge wasn’t feeling too good at the moment either.

Today, Cai Zhijian brought up the issue of copyright, which reminded Chu Ge of the pile of copyright forms he submitted a few days ago. He asked the editor, “Big Brother, sorry to bother you during the holidays... I wanted to ask about those copyright forms from last time, is there any progress?”

The editor replied quite quickly, “No, not yet. It’ll be looked into after the holidays.”

Chu Ge had a feeling that this matter was a bit uncertain, “No progress at all?”

“The copyright department is not the same as ours, so I don’t know about the progress... Shall I ask again after the holidays?”

Chu Ge: “...”

The editor was still quite friendly, “Don’t worry, just focus on writing. Good work will eventually shine like gold.”

Chu Ge sighed.

It’s not that I’m eager for my work to shine like gold. It’s about the sense of existence of that world... It feels like I have no control over this matter at all.

This kind of feeling of being completely unable to participate in the process and waiting passively for the result is the most uncomfortable... Unlike royalties, where the more you write, the more you earn, and there’s a strong sense of participation and decision-making.

Cai Zhijian’s goodwill came to mind again...

Should I really ask him for help?

..........

On the other side of the city, it was still the rooftop of the building where Yan Qianli saw Zhong Yi and Du Lianfeng. Zhong Yi was having a meeting with Du Lianfeng, questioning him.

“I warned you, don’t cause trouble in Nanjiang.” He suppressed his anger and asked coldly, “Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to touch you?”

Du Lianfeng smiled casually, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Stop pretending!” Zhong Yi angrily grabbed him and pushed him against the water tower on the rooftop, “Chess and soul-taking, whose ability is it if not Qi Chengtai’s?”

Du Lianfeng had no idea what was happening, and seeing Zhong Yi “losing balance,” he was both surprised and delighted. A ferocious look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a stern voice, “Let’s go down together!”

He was already on the verge of losing his grip, so he simply let go, grabbing Zhong Yi’s foot, and the two of them fell off the rooftop together.

Neither of them had the ability to fly or use spatial manipulation like Chu Ge’s mother. Falling down from these dozen floors would result in severe injuries at the very least.

“Bang!” Zhong Yi kicked Du Lianfeng away, using the momentum to fling himself forward, grabbing onto a balcony of a nearby apartment building. Then, he leaped again in mid-air and flew directly through the glass window on the lower floor.

“Crash!” The sturdy glass window shattered as Zhong Yi, covered in blood, rolled inside. A middle-aged couple inside stared in shock at the bloodied figure of Zhong Yi, trembling in fear.

Zhong Yi stood up, and under the astonished gaze of the middle-aged couple, his wounds healed instantly, without any visible process.

“Pain... only for a second, does that count as pain?” Zhong Yi chuckled self-deprecatingly, then turned to the middle-aged couple and sighed, “I’m sorry for the disturbance. Please don’t call the police, I’ll pay for the glass.”

“N-no, it’s okay...”

“I insist...” Zhong Yi touched his body and took out a Rolex watch, placing it on the coffee table. “I didn’t bring cash, and it’s not convenient nowadays. Let this serve as compensation for now. Please take down my phone number, and I’ll have someone come to replace the glass first thing tomorrow morning... I apologize again.”

The middle-aged couple looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Zhong Yi walked to the window and looked down. There was clearly no sign of Du Lianfeng’s body below. Passersby in the night didn’t even notice someone falling from above; there wasn’t even a crowd gathering. This was probably because Du Lianfeng had his own ways of escaping and staying alive. However, he was most likely not as fortunate as Zhong Yi, and he would have to lie low for a few days to recover.

Zhong Yi frowned deeply.

What was that strange sense of imbalance he experienced just now? Whose ability was that? Was it one of Du Lianfeng’s accomplices?

But there was no indication of any psychic presence around him. Who was the powerful individual responsible?

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Directory of People With Special Abilities:

Name: Zhong Yi.

Status: Unofficial Investigator.

Ability: Eternal Clarity. (Note: Various abilities grant longevity; this individual appears to possess an everlasting bodily function, frozen at a specific moment. Suspected to feel no pain, only fleeting discomfort; suspected to be not immune to death.)

Development Level: Extremely high.

Nature: Special.

Potential: S. (Note: Supernatural potential has reached its limit, but the knowledge he can gain over endless years is boundless.)

Editor’s note: Special attention required.