Demon's Aura

Before crossing over, Li Feng discussed with Ancient One the Sanctum Alarm that would be triggered when they returned to the Marvel Universe. He had no desire to return only to face a crowd of Mages wielding Magic Artifacts. Even if they did not injure him, they might scare him into having a heart attack.

Afterward, Li Feng brought the slightly excited Mordo, who was thrilled at the prospect of traveling to an Otherworld, back to his room.

Ancient One watched Li Feng and Mordo leave, the corners of her lips rising slightly. What a pity I need to keep watch over Earth at all times and cannot easily leave to travel through Otherworlds. Otherwise, if the beings of Otherspace discovered I had left, they would probably invade Earth immediately.

Mordo, Mordo. Your abilities are quite good, but your temperament...

I hope that after a few journeys through Otherworlds, you will understand that this world contains not only black and white, but gray as well. Stop clinging to the Law that Mages must uphold the balance of nature.

At the end of the day, Mages are simply a group that understands rules, uses rules, and breaks rules.

Making choices actively or passively does not have the same effect on the Timeline. Since you have now taken the initiative to seek experience in an Otherworld, it means your Destiny has taken a turn. I hope you can change the Destiny of betraying Kamar-Taj in the future.

Back in his room, Li Feng routinely checked his equipment: a Sling Ring on his left hand, a Magic Gem ring on his right, clothes enchanted with cleaning magic, a Magic Longsword, a Magic Book, and several Magic Playing Cards.

These should be enough to handle some danger, right?

It could be said that Li Feng had brought every tool he could carry. He did not want to die inexplicably in an Otherworld because he had not prepared enough.

Taking a deep breath, Li Feng activated Quantum Energy and opened a blue-and-white Transdimensional Portal. At the same time, he carefully felt the flow of Quantum Energy and the changes in the Portal. This was crucial if he wanted to completely master the Transdimensional Portal in the future.

At present, Li Feng knew nothing except how to open the door. He could only carefully sense the differences every time he opened a Transdimensional Portal, discover the patterns of crossing through repeated journeys, and prevent himself from having too much fun in an Otherworld only to find that a century had passed by the time he returned to the Marvel Universe.

When the Transdimensional Portal opened, Li Feng said to Mordo, "Hold tightly onto my arm. Oh, and by the way, honey, have you eaten yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-and-white Transdimensional Portal instantly enveloped Li Feng and Mordo, who had been left bewildered by Li Feng's question.

To be honest, although Li Feng faced every crossing carefully and cautiously, he was still somewhat nervous and afraid. After all, he had no idea what kind of world lay beyond the Transdimensional Portal. If he encountered a protagonist he knew, he might at least remember some of the plot. But with so many worlds out there, who could guarantee that Li Feng would always end up in a world whose story he knew?

For example, this time, Li Feng crossed through the Transdimensional Portal and stared dumbfounded at the world beneath his feet, covered in dry, yellow weeds.

Where was this?

Standing in the wilderness and gazing at a distant Medieval Town, Li Feng scratched between his brows and looked down at Mordo, who was vomiting violently beside him. "The flight to the Otherworld has arrived. Passengers disembarking, please stand a hundred meters away from the captain before vomiting, because the smell of your vomit will affect the captain's good mood and appetite."

Mordo had already finished vomiting, but when he heard Li Feng mention vomit and appetite, he instinctively dry-heaved twice more. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Could you remind me not to eat before crossing next time? I threw up all the lunch I just ate."

Supporting himself on Li Feng's shoulder, Mordo looked toward the distant town. "And by the way, your airline's service is terrible. It'll go bankrupt sooner or later. What kind of crossing experience was that? I felt like I was kneaded back and forth like dough, then stuffed into a water pipe and squeezed."

Li Feng shrugged and looked down at his toes. "Get squeezed a few more times and you'll get used to it like I did. Look at me. I don't show any signs of vomiting at all."

Damn it, I'm wearing clothes, but I fucking forgot to prepare a pair of magic shoes. Now I've come to this world barefoot. My poor slippers, how could you abandon me and stay behind in the Marvel Universe? Don't you know how deeply I love you?

Mordo was not having an easy time either. Li Feng had kindly warned him before crossing, so his shoes were magic shoes and his clothes were enchanted robes. But his underwear and socks were not magical items, so he was currently going commando.

"Where are we?" Feeling somewhat better, Mordo rubbed his stomach and asked, "Why do I feel like we've gone back to the Middle Ages?"

"You're asking me?" Li Feng spread his hands as he walked toward the town. "Who am I supposed to ask? I want to know what world I've come to too. Every time I cross into an Otherworld, there's no instruction manual attached. We'll just have to slowly figure out what kind of world this is."

As they neared the entrance to the small town, the two looked at each other, neither daring to approach it casually.

Mordo stroked his chin and looked at the Church Cross Flag flying above the distant gate, as well as the soldiers guarding it, their clothes marked with Crosses over their chests. He muttered, "Trouble. This really is medieval Earth, and it's a time when The Church dominates everything."

Mordo did not need to explain what was troublesome. Li Feng naturally knew what kind of attitude the medieval Church had toward people who could use magic.

Just look at how history described The Church dealing with Witches: hanging them, burning them, drowning them, or first hanging the Witch, then submerging her in water for a day, and finally dragging her out from the bottom and burning the corpse.

Although Li Feng knew he had not traveled through history but had arrived in some film or television world, whenever a medieval story featured The Church, Mages still could not escape being persecuted in all sorts of ways.

Li Feng lowered his head to look at his bare feet, then turned to Mordo beside him and asked quietly, "What do we do now? We don't look like locals. I want to go into town and get a pair of shoes. Walking barefoot hurts like hell."

Mordo's attire was not too bad. Ordinary people could not tell there was anything special about his magic boots, and boots were nothing remarkable in the Middle Ages anyway. Although he was going commando underneath, he at least looked somewhat like a Monk. Still, the fact that his body was so clean he could not rub even a speck of grime off it would draw attention.

After all, bathing was not popular in the Middle Ages. Under The Church's guidance, people believed filthy bodies brought them closer to God, while not bathing was a symbol of holiness. People like Mordo and Li Feng, with clean clothes and clean bodies, would probably be treated as heretics the moment they entered town.

Furthermore, Li Feng could explain away his bare feet and trousers, but his sleeveless shirt was clearly not medieval attire. And with one Black man and one East Asian man, they were practically heretics among heretics in the eyes of The Church. Entering the town would only get them executed.

Rolling his eyes, Mordo gave up on entering town in broad daylight. "As a modern man, I'm uncomfortable walking around without underwear too. I want to enter town and buy some clothes. By the way, did you bring money? Buy shoes? I think you're planning to steal them."

Li Feng spread his hands, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at the small town. "What else can I do if I don't steal? Convince the shop owner to give me a pair of shoes with my mouth?"

Pointing at the gate guards, Li Feng scratched his head. "If I had that kind of eloquence, I might as well convince those soldiers in Cross-marked uniforms to let us into town. Let's wait until nightfall and sneak in to see what the situation is."

Mordo ignored whether Li Feng was resting or sleeping and narrowed his eyes at the distant town, which gave him a faintly strange feeling.

After a long while, Mordo seemed to notice something. His voice carried a trace of anger as he whispered, "Damn it. There is a Demon's Aura above the town."

Li Feng, who had been dozing off, instantly opened his eyes. He stood, looked up at the town, and turned to Mordo. "Are you sure there's a Demon here?"

It's understandable for a medieval film or television world to have The Church, but if there are Demons too, no wonder my Transdimensional Portal could open. Doesn't the appearance of Demons indirectly prove that this world has supernatural power?

Lowering his head as he pondered what world he was in, Li Feng bitterly thought, There are too few clues. I can't figure out which film or television world this is.

"I'm not sure." Mordo touched the Scepter Artifact on his back and said quietly, "I only sensed a very faint Demon's Aura. Whether there is actually a Demon here will require us to investigate personally."

Li Feng could understand Mordo's attitude toward Demons. Just days ago, Mordo had personally watched a Demon slaughter five apprentices as easily as chopping vegetables. Now that he suspected a Demon was right in front of him, it would be strange if Mordo were not excited and did not want to kill it. But...

Li Feng looked seriously at Mordo, feeling a headache coming on. Two Mages investigating a Demon in the Middle Ages? Right under The Church's nose, no less? If this goes badly, the two of us might be wanted by The Church for colluding with Demons. A nice trip to broaden our horizons could turn into a desperate flight for our lives.

Before Li Feng could think of how to persuade Mordo to abandon the search for the Demon, the peaceful town in the distance suddenly became noisy. Li Feng could vaguely hear:

"Kill the Demon and avenge our families!"

"Kill the Witch! She brought the Plague!"

Li Feng considered his hearing reliable, but he still turned to Mordo with some uncertainty. "The people in town mentioned a Demon and the Plague?"

Mordo said with a grave expression, "I heard it too. The Demon's Aura I sensed above the town may very well be the aura of a Plague brought from Hell by a Demon."

So this world not only has Demons, but also a mystical Plague? I no longer want to sneak into town for shoes and food. I want to run as far away as possible. Who knows whether these plagues affect us? What if we catch it too? I still want to go home and hear my child call me Dad.

Before Li Feng could persuade Mordo to leave, Mordo suddenly lowered Li Feng's profile. The two narrowed their eyes as they watched several people dressed as Knights, along with a Priest and another person whose identity they could not discern, escort a Prison Wagon out through the town gate.

The lead Knight riding a White Horse looked strangely familiar. Isn't that Nicolas Cage? Dressed as a Knight?

With a vague suspicion forming, Li Feng muttered, All right, in The Sorcerer's Apprentice, you taught me magic. I suppose in this world, you'll be teaching me swordsmanship.

Li Feng patted Mordo on the shoulder and signaled with his eyes. "Let's follow the convoy."

Mordo thought for a moment, then nodded, indicating that they should quietly follow and first assess the situation. The little girl in the Prison Wagon gave him a strange feeling, and as the wagon left the town gate, the townspeople had shouted words such as "Witch" and "Demon" at her. He felt that a Demon might be hidden within the little girl.