Daoist Cloudmist, What the Heck Are You Doing?

In the sky, the meteorite seemed to have truly identified Song Shuhang and activated its fixed-point navigation mode... getting closer and closer.

Song Shuhang stared at the meteorite, his mind racing as he calculated its landing location.

Suddenly, his eyes widened!

"Did I see that right?" Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes. He vaguely thought he saw a figure directly beneath the meteorite.

He widened his eyes, activating the Blood Qi and blood in his Eye Aperture, thus improving his eyesight to a higher level.

No, you read that right! There really was a person under the meteorite.

Moreover, it was someone he knew; Song Shuhang had just thought of him. This figure was none other than the Daoist Cloudmist had been imprisoned by True Lord Yellow Mountain in the 'Five-Finger Mountain Sealing Restriction Grounds'.

At this moment, Daoist Cloudmist was lying on his side, struck squarely by the meteorite. Half of his face was swollen and covered in blood. He was covered in injuries, and the flames from the meteorite enveloped him completely. His clothes had been almost entirely burned away by the meteorite's flames.

"Strange, according to True Lord Yellow Mountain's description, Daoist Cloudmist is already Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor, a powerful expert who has condensed his Natal Golden Core. Why doesn't he fly out from under the meteorite? Why is he stubbornly carrying this meteorite? What is he doing?" Song Shuhang wondered.

Could this meteorite be a treasure?

Song Shuhang misunderstood. Daoist Cloudmist didn't not want to fly out from under the meteorite; he simply couldn't—he had fainted.

Yes, Daoist Cloudmist, a dignified Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor and a Golden Core cultivator, was actually knocked unconscious by a mere meteorite hitting him head-on?

It's as ridiculous as a muscular black man being knocked unconscious by an ant falling from a tree while he's walking along!

What exactly happened?

Let's rewind to about ten minutes ago...

At that time, due to the increasing pressure from the ominous sign above his head, Daoist Cloudmist abandoned his plan to go to Wenzhou City for food, drink and entertainment, and instead prepared to fly directly over Wenzhou City to the headquarters of the Empty Thieves' Sect.

However, just as he approached 'Wenzhou City', while flying, he suddenly felt a shadow appear above his head, and a surge of heat rushed towards him.

When he looked up, he was completely stunned.

Ten meters directly above his head, a massive meteorite, five meters long and seven meters wide, was burning with raging flames. It descended upon him at an incredible speed!

What's even stranger is that he didn't notice the meteorite falling at all; it was as if it had broken through spatial limitations and appeared out of thin air!

Logically speaking, with the Daoist Cloudmist's Fifth-Grade Golden Core Spirit Emperor realm, he should have immediately sensed such a large meteorite when it appeared ten thousand meters away from him.

But this meteorite was strangely silent, completely blocking his senses and intuition.

He didn't notice it until it was less than ten meters away from him!

"Damn it, did that Yellow Mountain Big Fool use magic to ambush me?" This was Daoist Cloudmist's first thought!

The fact that he didn't sense such a large meteorite approaching must be because someone cast a spell that interfered with his senses.

"But, you underestimate me, you Yellow Mountain Big Fool! This mere meteorite, I'll shatter it with a single sword strike!" Daoist Cloudmist thought to himself.

During the years he was sealed away, he cultivated diligently. Even without the resources of elixirs, he still managed to condense his Golden Core on his own, becoming Fifth-Grade Golden Core Spirit Emperor. Although it took an incredibly long time, his foundation was solid, making him far stronger than Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor who had improved through elixirs!

He could easily shatter an ordinary meteorite with a single sword strike!

"Sword rise!" Daoist Cloudmist shouted. He stepped into the void, and the Sword Pellet under his feet flew up, condensing into a huge sword aura more than ten meters long, which slashed fiercely towards the meteorite!

Boom!

Sword Pellet and sword energy blasted against the meteorite...

The massive meteorite was instantly cleaved into pieces!

A smug smile appeared on the face of the Daoist Cloudmist.

However, before his smile could even bloom, a latent sword aura was unleashed from a fragment at the very end of the meteorite, slashing towards the Daoist Cloudmist.

That sword energy was terrifying beyond measure!

The Daoist Cloudmist could only vaguely see a flash of sword light.

And then... that was it. He passed out!

In the final moments before he passed out, only one thought crossed his mind, "Damn you, Yellow Mountain Big Fool! You played dirty tricks!"

Cloudmist fainted, the Sword Pellet, possessing a spirit, flew back to his side to protect him.

Then, the meteorite struck him mercilessly, knocking him off the ground.

True Lord Yellow Mountain, who had been misunderstood by Daoist Cloudmist, was staring dumbfounded at a mirror in front of him.

The mirror surface connects to the hidden marks on the Daoist Cloudmist Daoist's body, displaying his every move.

When True Lord Yellow Mountain watched through the mirror as Daoist Cloudmist was knocked unconscious and sent flying by a suddenly appearing meteorite, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

--He remembered this meteorite that appeared suddenly, silently, with lightning speed, and with enormous destructive power, possessing all sorts of strange characteristics!

That happened several hundred years ago. Back then, he was a young man who received a mission to welcome Senior White, who was then True Lord, out of seclusion.

Then, as he was explaining the changes of the past to Senior White on the way, a meteorite suddenly hit him, almost killing him.

The meteorite that nearly killed him was like that too—silent and stealthy, approaching like an assassin. Before you could even react, you were already within the meteorite's attack range.

Sizzle sizzle...

Then the screen on the mirror went dark.

The hidden mark left by True Lord Yellow Mountain on Daoist Cloudmist was destroyed by the meteorite and that strange sword energy.

He lost track of the Daoist Cloudmist.

"Won't the Daoist Cloudmist die?" True Lord Yellow Mountain wondered to himself.

After spending so much time playing with this guy and creating so many alt accounts to chat with him in the group, he'd be a little disappointed if I died!

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Boom!

Finally, the meteorite landed about a meter in front of Song Shuhang, creating a large crater in the ground.

"Pfft!" The unconscious Daoist Cloudmist spat out a mouthful of blood, his head drooped, and he fainted again.

"..." Song Shuhang stared at the pitiful disciple of the Empty Thieves' Sect —had he fainted?

It seems that the disciples of the Empty Thieves' Sect he encountered were all quite unfortunate.

The Daoist Cloudmist in front of us was caught and suppressed by the True Lord Yellow Mountain two hundred years because he was smug after stealing things and mocking him. He finally managed to escape, but while flying, he was knocked unconscious by a meteorite.

"The concept of Fortune is mysterious and profound. But Fortune undoubtedly exists!" Song Shuhang thought to himself.

If Venerable White represents Luck EX, then this Daoist Cloudmist represents Luck E.

Song Shuhang looked around. This road was sparsely populated. The main road cut through a wilderness, with undeveloped yellow earth on both sides and no passersby.

So, Song Shuhang went to the edge of the meteorite.

The meteorite shattered by the Daoist Cloudmist is now only about the size of an octagonal table.

The Cloudmist were suppressed beneath it, occasionally letting out an instinctive groan.

The flames on the meteorite have gone out.

Song Shuhang reached out and gently touched the meteorite, discovering that although the flames had just died down, the meteorite was completely cold to the touch.

So, Shuhang grabbed the meteorite and used all the power of his qi Blood Qi in his Heart Aperture and Eye Aperture to lift it up.

"Huh, it's much lighter than I expected," Song Shuhang murmured. He carried the meteorite to his tractor.

This is a meteorite from outer space! Whether it's a treasure or not, bringing it back is definitely the right thing to do.

In truth, it was all thanks to Senior White's sudden impulse to bring out the tractor. If he had brought any other vehicle today, he really wouldn't have been able to move this meteorite.

After all, this meteorite is about the size of an eight-immortal table in length and width, and nearly a meter in height.

After placing the meteorite on the tractor, Song Shuhang his hands.

Just now, he seemed to sense a wisp of Venerable White's aura from this meteorite?

"Was it left behind when I was moving the meteorite?" Song Shuhang scratched his head.

Then he turned around, picked up the unconscious Daoist Cloudmist, and carried him onto the tractor as well.

Although this Daoist Cloudmist is a bit of a goofball, we've met him once before, so let's save him if we can. If all else fails, we can notify True Lord Yellow Mountain to take him away.

The Sword Pellet in the Daoist Cloudmist's arms trembled slightly, but it seemed to sense that Song Shuhang meant no harm and returned to calm.

After everything was settled.

Song Shuhang went to the driver's seat of the tractor.

Boom boom boom... Thud thud thud...

The tractor, billowing black smoke, continued Mercedes-Benz along the wide road.

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Wenzhou City, White Whale Road, Song Shuhang's home.

Dad Song and Old Lü were already quite drunk, and they started bragging wildly. They talked about how awesome they were when they were kids, how they used to take on three or four opponents at once, how great their son was, and how wonderful their wife was. They bragged about everything under the sun.

The boasting went too far, and even Lü Tianyou, sitting on the side, couldn't stand it anymore.

In the kitchen, Mom Song prepared a few more snacks for the two of them to enjoy with their drinks. She then said to Lü Tianyou, "Tianyou, don't mind these two. Go and rest in the living room for a while. I'll take care of them."

"Okay, Auntie." Lü Tianyou forced a smile, tidied up his bowl and chopsticks, and walked towards the living room.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa.

Accompanying my own father to Song Shuhang's house was an absolutely terrible decision!

Neither Dad Song nor Old Lü seemed to have any self-awareness; their faces were flushed from drinking, and they were both speaking haltingly.

Just then, Dad Song's cell phone rang.

He reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while before finally pulling out his phone.

Without even looking at who was calling, he grabbed his phone, answered, and yelled, "Hello, who is it?"

"Dad, it's me?" Song Shuhang's voice came through the phone. "Have you been drinking?"

"Huh? Oh, that shameless Old Lü came to visit us. We had a few drinks with him. What's up?" Dad Song said loudly.

"I'm on my way home, I'll be home in about ten minutes," Song Shuhang said with a smile.

"Oh, you're going home?" Dad Song rubbed his temples vigorously.

Why did you have to come back now of all times?

He glanced cautiously at Old Lü beside him.

My liver hurts so much!