Can You Compensate Me for My Inspiration?!

Di Tian froze where he stood.

He had just tilted his head slightly upward, ready to form the syllable "Fus" in his throat.

Only a second ago, he had constructed the Dragon Language rune representing force in his mind. That insight had been on the verge of taking shape.

Then a shout from outside the door had blasted it away.

The insight in his mind was directly scattered.

That rune he had painstakingly condensed was shattered by the sudden noise, dissolving into specks of starlight.

The epiphany he had earned by scavenging for three hours and searching through every single urn was gone.

Di Tian's face visibly darkened and twisted.

He slowly lowered his hands. As he turned his neck, his bones let out a series of cracking sounds.

"Haa..." Di Tian slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, but it was filled with killing intent.

"Three hours..." Di Tian's voice was terrifyingly low. "In that sunless ancient tomb, I even picked up draugr burial shrouds just to scrape together enough money for spellbooks..."

"After all that... after all that, I finally caught hold of that feeling..."

He abruptly turned his head, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the room door.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, locking onto the noise source outside that had a death wish.

"Uncle... Uncle Di Tian?" Wang Qiuer shrank back. Di Tian was even more terrifying right now than when faced with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast rampage.

Di Tian ignored her. With extreme gentleness, he removed his helmet and set it on the table.

Then he smoothed out his black robe and said calmly, "Auspicious Beast, keep playing. A fly has come outside. I'm going to... swat it to death."

"Strange, why isn't anyone answering?" Xuan Zi scratched his messy hair, looking baffled. "Where's that brat Lu? Where's Yuhao? Are they both asleep?"

Just as he was about to shout a second time.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the staircase on the second floor.

Tap, tap, tap.

With every step, the air in the entire internet café seemed to grow heavier.

Xuan Zi keenly sensed that something was wrong.

This oppressive feeling did not resemble Soul Power. It was more like an instinctive tremor born from a difference in the level of life itself.

He instinctively looked up.

A middle-aged man in a black robe, his golden hair draped over his shoulders, was walking down step by step.

The man was extraordinarily handsome, but his face was covered in frost. Those golden vertical pupils in particular were locked firmly onto Xuan Zi.

Xuan Zi paused.

Who was this guy? He had never seen him before.

But that presence... was ridiculously strong.

"Were you the one shouting just now?" Di Tian stopped five meters in front of Xuan Zi.

His voice was soft, giving no hint of anger or joy.

Xuan Zi took a bite of roast chicken and nodded carelessly. "I was. What, are you the new attendant here? Where's that brat Lu? Hurry up and have him bring me a serving of that cat food or whatever. I'm starving."

At the words "eat," Di Tian's eye twitched violently.

"Eat..." Di Tian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to tear the old man before him to pieces.

He raised one finger and pointed at his own head, his tone carrying an icy grievance.

"Do you know what I was doing just now?"

"I was undergoing an insight into the laws."

"For that insight, I carried three hundred pounds of junk through that sunless ancient tomb, crawling like a turtle for three whole hours!"

Xuan Zi listened with a bewildered expression, even forgetting to chew the chicken in his mouth.

Ancient tomb? Carrying junk? What nonsense was this guy talking about?

Di Tian paid no attention to Xuan Zi's reaction. He took a step forward, and his aura suddenly soared.

Though his dragon might did not fully erupt, the faint trace that leaked out instantly cracked the wine jug in Xuan Zi's hand.

"Three hundred pounds of junk..." Di Tian's voice suddenly rose as he roared, "Do you know how many gold coins that was?! Do you know how reluctant I was to throw away that clay jar with a handle?!"

"And then you shouted about eating..."

"You shouted away... all of my inspiration!"

Xuan Zi was driven back a step by the sudden roar.

He finally realized something was wrong.

This man before him... was a lunatic! And an insanely powerful lunatic at that!

"Are you sick in the head?!" Xuan Zi's temper flared as well, and the Soul Power of a Rank 98 Super Douluo instantly erupted. "What's wrong with me eating a meal? You crazy bastard, why are you yelling here? Do you think I—"

"Shut up!" Di Tian did not want to hear another word from him.

Right now, he wanted to do only one thing.

He wanted to use the move he had failed to unleash in the game and vent his frustration properly.

"Since your voice is so loud..." Di Tian stared coldly at Xuan Zi, his chest beginning to vibrate violently as he summoned that sliver of law power he had just comprehended.

"Then I'll show you what a real... roar is!"

Alarm bells blared in Xuan Zi's mind.

He sensed extreme danger!

"Godly Taotie Bull, possess me!" Xuan Zi did not dare lower his guard. Earthen-yellow light shot skyward behind him, and the enormous phantom of the Godly Taotie Bull appeared in an instant, attempting to block the incoming attack.

Yet Di Tian did not use any Soul Power at all.

He merely raised his head slightly. Though the rune that had shattered in his mind was incomplete, its intent had reached its peak at this moment.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar from the depths of his soul at Xuan Zi before him.

"Fus--Ro--Dah!!!"

Bzzzz--!

A blue ring-shaped shockwave, like an air cannon, instantly slammed into Xuan Zi.

This was law.

It was the law of Thu'um from The Elder Scrolls, used by dragons to rend the heavens and shatter mountains!

Though its power was greatly diminished in reality, it was still far beyond what a mortal body could withstand!

"Moo--?!" The phantom of the Godly Taotie Bull behind Xuan Zi did not even last a second before this roar of law and was instantly blown apart!

Then came Xuan Zi himself. He felt an enormous force crash into his chest, shattering his protective Soul Power like glass.

"Holy shit?!" Xuan Zi only had time to cry out in shock.

Whoosh--!

Shrek Academy's second-in-command, a Rank 98 Super Douluo, was sent flying like a cannonball. His feet left the ground as he shot straight out of the internet café's doors.

He flew over the lawn, over the woods, and over Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who were taking a walk outside.

"Huh? What was that thing that just flew by?" Wang Dong looked up at a black speck on the horizon.

Huo Yuhao activated his Purple Demon Eyes for a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "That seemed to be... Elder Xuan? And... it looks like his pants got blown off?"

At the entrance of the internet café.

Di Tian remained in his roaring stance, his chest heaving violently.

After letting out that roar, he felt much better. The resentment from scavenging junk had finally been vented.

"Haa..." Di Tian lowered his arms, straightened his robe, and snorted. "This is the price of interrupting my inspiration."

He turned around without even looking at Xuan Zi flying away and pushed open the door to return to the second-floor private room.

After all, there were still several urns in that ancient tomb he had not searched yet. What if they reset if he returned too late?

Only Lu Yuan remained in the first-floor hall, staring in stunned silence.

Lu Yuan looked at the black speck disappearing into the distance, then silently took a sip of Sprite.

"Damn!"

"So this is the legendary... dealing damage with your mouth?"

"Looks like the internet café needs a sign from now on: No loud noises while gaming."