Filling a Storage Ring with River Water? A High-IQ Sword Immortal Never Fights Unprepared!

Lin Bei rushed out of the First Dining Hall, but he did not fly straight toward the World Trade Center.

Was this a joke? Fly over there out in the open, just like that?

He wanted those ten million Sensation Points, but he certainly did not want a special government department inviting him in for tea and dissection tomorrow.

He could be high-profile, but he had to keep his alternate identity tightly under wraps.

Wind whipped beneath Lin Bei's feet as he moved at an astonishing speed.

In less than two minutes, he shot straight up to the fifth floor of the boys' dormitory.

He kicked open the door to Room 502. It was empty inside.

Fatty and the others had probably gone to the internet café to team up again. That saved him some trouble.

Lin Bei yanked open his wardrobe and rummaged through a pile of brightly colored T-shirts.

"This one won't do, too eye-catching... this one has the school logo..."

After rummaging for ages, he finally pulled a black hooded tracksuit from the very bottom. It was a cheap set he had bought before military training, left at the bottom of his trunk without ever being worn.

He threw it on in a few quick movements and pulled the hood over his head.

Then he dug a black sun-protection mask out of a drawer and covered his face.

He walked over to the full-length mirror and checked himself.

He was covered tightly from head to toe, with only his eyes showing.

The corners of Lin Bei's mouth twitched.

Dressed like this, people would believe he was off to rob a bank.

With his disguise in place, the next step was the central problem.

Saving people.

And putting out the fire.

You damn system, you sure fucking think highly of me, Lin Bei cursed inwardly.

The World Trade Center was a skyscraper dozens of stories tall, and the fire was already completely out of control.

Even if the Fire Avoidance Technique protected him and let him charge into the blaze to rescue people, how was he supposed to extinguish it?

He was only at the Qi Refining Second Layer. Even counting every last bit, he only had so much Spiritual Power in him.

Even if he squeezed his Spiritual Power dry, he could extinguish the fire in one private room at most.

Against a towering sea of flames devouring an entire building, that was nothing but a cup of water against a cartload of burning firewood.

Brute force was definitely out. He had to use his head.

Lin Bei rubbed his chin, his mind racing, before his gaze suddenly landed on his right index finger.

An antique-looking ring sat there.

The storage ring he had obtained from opening a reward after completing an earlier mission.

One hundred cubic meters of independent space.

"I've got it!" Lin Bei's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

One cubic meter of water weighed one metric ton.

One hundred cubic meters meant a full hundred metric tons of water!

If he took those hundred tons of water above the World Trade Center and made a precision water drop from high altitude...

Wouldn't that be ten thousand fucking times more effective than a firefighting helicopter?!

"A high-IQ sword immortal never fights unprepared." Lin Bei snapped his fingers, turned, and headed out.

Where could he get the water?

A tap was definitely out. The water pressure was too low. By the time he collected a hundred tons, the World Trade Center would have burned to ashes.

He needed somewhere with plenty of water and no one to see him.

The artificial river on the hill behind campus!

Lin Bei pushed open the dorm room door and glanced both ways down the corridor. No one.

With a thought, the Spiritual Power in his dantian instantly began circulating.

[Invisibility Technique] activated!

Lin Bei's figure warped in the air, as though a transparent curtain had covered him, and vanished on the spot.

At the Qi Refining Second Layer, the Invisibility Technique could only last thirty seconds at most, but its cooldown was five minutes.

Thirty seconds to cross most of campus and reach the hill out back.

"Here goes!"

Lin Bei pushed off hard, shooting straight out of the window at the end of the fifth-floor corridor.

In midair, he stepped on the outdoor air-conditioning units along the dormitory wall and reached the ground in a few bounds.

He pushed his speed to the limit.

The students along the way only felt a gale sweep past them, whipping their clothes about.

"What the fuck? Why's the wind coming in gusts today-and turning corners?" A boy clutched at his windblown hat, looking around in utter confusion.

Twenty-five seconds later.

Lin Bei landed steadily on the bank of the artificial river behind campus.

The Invisibility Technique wore off just then, revealing his figure again.

It was midday, and there was not so much as a ghost of a soul on the hill. Everyone had gone to fight for food at the dining halls or returned to their dorms for the air-conditioning.

Lin Bei walked to the river's edge.

The artificial river connected to flowing water outside campus. It was fairly wide, with a gentle current.

He drew a breath and extended his right hand toward the water.

"Suck it in!"

Lin Bei gave a low shout.

A faint layer of blue-green light shimmered over the storage ring.

The next second, a terrifying suction force sprang into existence around Lin Bei's finger.

The formerly calm river water seemed to be seized by an enormous invisible hand, surging madly into that tiny black iron ring.

Lin Bei stood on the bank, his black tracksuit snapping in the fierce wind.

He stared fixedly at the river, controlling his Spiritual Power output with all his strength.

A hundred cubic meters of space did not sound like much, but actually filling it with water was a massive undertaking.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

The river water poured tirelessly into the ring.

At last, a clogged, sluggish sensation reached his mind-the space was completely full.

"It's full!"

Lin Bei abruptly withdrew his hand, severing the Spiritual Power connection.

He lowered his head to look at the river.

The water, which had nearly reached the top of the bank, had visibly dropped by more than half a meter!

A broad stretch of moss-covered mud lay exposed along the bank.

"If the school discovers this, they'll definitely think a huge hole opened up in the riverbed."

Lin Bei grinned.

Fully equipped, with plenty of ammunition.

Time to get to work.

With a casual beckoning motion, he retrieved a longsword from a corner of the storage ring.

It was the iron sword he had bought online for 9.9 yuan with free shipping. It did not even have a sharpened edge, and the cheap red tassel on its hilt fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Buddy, I'm counting on you to help me show off and take me flying today. Don't fall apart halfway there."

Lin Bei tossed the iron sword into the air.

Spiritual Power instantly enveloped the blade.

The iron sword hovered steadily half a meter above the ground, giving off a faint blue-green glow.

Lin Bei leaped up and landed firmly on the blade.

A black hoodie, a black mask, and an unsharpened iron sword that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping beneath his feet.

No matter how you looked at it, he looked ridiculous.

But Lin Bei had no time to worry about that.

"Go!"

He stomped down hard.

The Spiritual Power in his dantian erupted without restraint, pouring entirely into the iron sword beneath his feet.

Boom!

A muffled sonic boom sounded through the air.

Waves of air rolled outward, pressing the riverside reeds flat against the water.

Lin Bei became a streak of light too fast for the naked eye to follow and shot into the sky.

The wind roared past his ears, plastering his clothes tightly against his body.

Standing on the flying sword, Lin Bei looked down over the rapidly shrinking buildings and streets, his gaze sharpening.

In the distance, the cloud-piercing World Trade Center was wreathed in billowing smoke, scarlet flames raging dozens of stories above the ground.

"Ten million Sensation Points, here I come."

Lin Bei drove the flying sword to its maximum speed and headed straight for that sea of flames.