How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!
Chapter 408: 408: Underground Octopus

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Underground Octopus

Entering the secret space, Lin Xiaosu should not have resorted to this extreme strategy unless necessary.

However, things are always feared when there’s a ‘but’…

These two people were too diligent, too responsible, insisting on gene testing. Although they looked rustic and theoretically unrelated to modern technology, Lin Xiaosu had no doubts that the bronze plate in their hands could easily detect that he wasn’t a member of the Li Tian Clan.

There was no other way.

He had to kill!

Once these two were dead, Lin Xiaosu began to undress. In the next moment, his own clothes entered the Secret Realm within his body, and he put on the clothes and shoes of one of the Li Tian Clan members.

The clothes felt slightly cool against his skin, carrying a biological scent.

The shoes were even more peculiar, made entirely of some creature’s skin, fitting snugly and breathable on his feet, surprisingly more comfortable than genuine leather shoes bought in modern society.

He searched the pockets of the two sets of clothes, finding a kind of crystalline thin sheet inside, with a string of patterns and ancient clerical script: one tael, ten taels, twenty taels, fifty taels.

Silver notes!

These were actually silver notes!

The currency system of a realm is the best reflection of the fundamental tone of that realm.

Lin Xiaosu found himself increasingly unable to understand Utopia.

In the headquarters of Utopia, the atmosphere of Daxia was very strong around the upper echelons.

The language spoken was Chinese.

The gate for exiting and entering the Divine Temple was the “Five Elements Gate”.

This was clearly currency from the Underworld, identical to the currency system of Daxia’s feudal society, and the text on it was also the script of Daxia’s feudal society.

What kind of race was this?

What kind of world was this?

Why was there such a close connection with Daxia?

If this entrance were within the borders of Daxia, such a manifestation would be unsurprising, as mutual infiltration between two realms could occur, and a sophisticated management system can transform a world.

Borrowing from it would be normal.

For example, Kun Cang also exudes characteristics of Daxia’s feudal era, doesn’t it?

But this place was not Daxia, and it had never belonged to Daxia from ancient times to the present.

If it had contact with the outside world, it should be assimilated by the contemporary Middle East, not connected with the ancient Daxia Country thousands of miles away…

This was a huge question in Lin Xiaosu’s mind.

However, the immediate priority was to destroy the evidence.

He gently lifted his hands, and the two corpses with two heads flew out of the Mountain God Temple, plopping into a lake below.

This lake, with magma churning, was clearly a subterranean Magma Lake.

A puff of smoke rose, and the two guardians of the Mountain God Temple vanished without a trace.

As for why they disappeared, Lin Xiaosu had no obligation to explain.

Stepping out of the Mountain God Temple’s door, Lin Xiaosu was stunned.

Under time space reversal, he saw the final backs of two people.

Black and white silhouettes.

The Left Envoy and Qing Ru whom he had been tracking all along.

He couldn’t continue chasing them.

Because they had flown away into the air…

They were riding a bizarre large bird, with crimson wings and three sharp claws, as large as a house.

Xiang Yixiu, who specialized in studying the Earth Core Strange Race, mentioned it in his records.

This bird was called “Three-legged Red Crow”.

The Left Envoy and Qing Ru entered the underground Secret Realm and, through some means unknown to him, contacted the Ancestor Hall of the Li Tian Clan. The Ancestor Hall sent the Three-legged Red Crow, which traversed a thousand miles of underground void to pick them up.

As they soared through the air, as long as Lin Xiaosu couldn’t fly, he couldn’t keep up.

He could only walk.

Walking along the magma-churning underground lakeshore, the feeling was truly indescribable.

He had walked along lakeshores many times.

Nanhu, East Lake, Tashan Lake…

Every lakeside walk had the breeze gently brushing against him, carrying the fragrance of the mountains and waters.

But here underground, it was a completely different concept.

What hit him was a wave of heat.

What he smelled was the pungent smell of sulfur.

He didn’t know how much oxygen was there, but he felt that even if it wouldn’t suffocate him or poison him to death, it would take him a very long time to adapt to such air.

Could this be the environment where silicon-based life forms exist?

Turning the mountain corner ahead, Lin Xiaosu’s eyes widened.

Ahead, the mountain corner saw the magma cascading down like a waterfall.

The crimson light illuminated a city ahead.

In the city, tall buildings stood, people coming and going, bustling with activity.

Moreover, such cities were countless as far as the eye could see.

The Heavenly Tao Wisdom Eye traversing hundreds of miles of skies accurately locked onto the people moving through the city, completely overturning his worldview.

Although these people walked upright and wore primarily “Hanfu” clothing, behaving like humans.

But upon closer inspection, most of them didn’t resemble humans.

Most had scales growing on them.

Some were at least three meters tall, while others were less than one meter. Some had fleshy wings on their backs, while others had three-pointed fingers sharp as awls.

Most had two eyes, but occasionally there were those with three eyes, or even those with no eyes at all.

This…

This was the Earth Core Strange Race!

That door!

It wasn’t merely a gate, but an Array!

The Middle East Territory and this world seemed only separated by a passageway, but in fact, they were two completely different worlds.

Lin Xiaosu locked his gaze on a few people hurriedly moving on the street, exhaling softly.

Feeling somewhat relieved.

Because these people were truly, in the true sense of the word, people.

They are the Li Tian Clan.

The Li Tian Clan members comprise more than one-tenth of this city.

Entering such a city, at least, wouldn’t make him too unusual.

Lin Xiaosu took a step forward, about to enter this Earth Core World he always wanted to deeply understand.

Suddenly, there was a strange sensation underfoot.

A cry echoed in his ears: “Ah!”

The cry sounded somewhat pitiful.

Lin Xiaosu quickly retracted his foot, staring in shock at a long tentacle beneath him.

At the end of the tentacle was a “stranger”.

It had a head, shoulders, six arms, and two legs.

It looked like an octopus.

However, after being stepped on, its arms retracted, four of the six arms crossed its chest, and two waved like normal human arms. It stood with two relatively sturdy legs; ignoring the details, it undeniably had a humanoid silhouette.

This was quite strange.

Even stranger was that, despite Lin Xiaosu’s unprecedented sensing power, he hadn’t detected its life force.

So much so that he had directly stepped on it.

This was the first time in Lin Xiaosu’s history.

His heart pounded when the stranger crossed its arms, “Young man, you stepped on my hand without any reason. It wouldn’t be right not to give an explanation.”

Its voice was old and hoarse.

It could speak!

Moreover, it seemed reasonable.

Being reasonable made things easier.

Lin Xiaosu bowed slightly, “Oops, elder, I really didn’t see you. It was an unintentional mistake.”

“I, Old Zhang, am not unreasonable. Compensation will suffice!” said the stranger Old Zhang.

What the heck!

Compensation?

I’m suspecting you might be staging an accident for compensation.

Lying at the roadside with your hand…let’s assume your tentacle is a “hand”…

The hand extended to the road’s center.

What’s the meaning of this?

Moreover, I retracted my foot upon feeling something strange. How could your rough and thick skin possibly get hurt?

The cry was quite dramatic, with characteristics of a staged accident.

Alright, alright, blame it on my bad luck, encountering a “staged accident party” underground, Lin Xiaosu intended to resolve the matter peacefully, “Alright then, how much?”

“Money? I, Old Zhang, have lived for three thousand years and never seen money? I don’t need your filthy money,” Old Zhang said, “Give me some snacks from that other world you’re from!”

Lin Xiaosu’s eyes widened, “That other world?”

“Enough kidding!” Old Zhang laughed, his tentacles quivering with laughter, “I know you’re a Li Tian Clan member; those from the Mountain God Temple always carry snacks from that world. Just give me some!”

“Just give some?” Lin Xiaosu stared at him.

He did not clarify his origins.

Being a Li Tian Clan member meant naturally residing in that world.

This Old Zhang guarded beneath the Mountain God Temple, likely knowing his origin.

“Just give some!” Old Zhang’s non-human eyes revealed strong longing.

“Then I’ll be casual about it!” Lin Xiaosu raised his hand, producing a small bag of snacks in his palm.

His space contained many small snacks. They could be carried without a fuss and didn’t go to waste, making him one of the few people with a stash of snacks on the go.

This bag of snacks was “Wang Wang Little Buns.”

Old Zhang reached out, his arm suddenly elongating, grabbing the bag of snacks like a flash, and tore it open!

Wow!

The little buns scattered all over.

Old Zhang popped a little bun into his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly.

In the next moment, his laughter was unusually enthusiastic, “Delicious! So delicious…”

Swish!

All six arms moved in unison. In a blink, Lin Xiaosu stood mesmerized as all the scattered little buns were picked up, not a single one left, even those with dirt on them.

Lin Xiaosu gazed in wide-eyed bewilderment, feeling the urge to write a diary…

On a certain year, month, day, I entered the Underworld, encountered an old man resembling an octopus staging an accident and extorted a bag of Wang Wang Little Buns from me.

The little buns scattered everywhere, yet he picked up each one.

“Young man, you’re generous, much more so than those people I’ve met before. You’re exceptional, truly exceptional…” The old man popped another little bun into his mouth, half-closing his eyes in a state of bliss.

Lin Xiaosu internally sighed, planning to conclude his diary: This old man, if considered a three-thousand-year-old staged accident enthusiast, undoubtedly showed some integrity. A bag of Wang Wang Little Buns settled it without turning my car into a bike.

“You may go!” The old man finished his reflection.

Lin Xiaosu didn’t leave, “Elder, may we chat?”

Old Zhang paused his hands, “Chat?”

Lin Xiaosu said, “Yes, there are some things I’d like to ask you…”

He extended his hand again, offering another bag of snacks.

This bag priced at ten times the Wang Wang Little Buns; it was a bag of sandwich biscuits.

Old Zhang was thrilled, accepting the bag of sandwich biscuits and tore it open.

He learned from earlier; this time, he carefully opened it, ensuring no biscuits scattered, picking up one cautiously, sending it into his mouth, and was utterly moved…

Lin Xiaosu watched his expression.

He’s treating the sandwich biscuits like rare delicacies, a few dollars per bag, and it’s quite something!

His inner contemplation formed into words, “Elder, do you really like snacks from that world so much?”

Old Zhang nodded, “I’ve lived for three thousand years, tried every kind of underground species—fried, stewed, swallowed raw, all sorts—never have I tasted such fragrance? Such sweetness?”

Lin Xiaosu caught a sensitive word from him: different underground species!

He said species, not Exotic Beast!

Damn! You wouldn’t eat even humans, would you?