"A hundred years have passed. Do you think I still love you as much as before?"
Under Ning Bei's disbelieving gaze, Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of Heart Blood onto the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her hand.
But as time passed second by second, the Immortal Herb showed no reaction at all.
"This..."
Ning Bei had thought that Qian Renxue was just angry that his Little Angel blamed him for not saving Qian Daoliu. Now it seemed it was far more than that.
"Alright, now you should give up, right? You can stay here in the mortal world and continue to struggle. This god will not waste any more time with a mere mortal like you."
After she finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly shot down from the bright sky. It was filled with a sacred aura, and Qian Renxue, with a cold smile, stepped into the light beam, slowly disappearing before Ning Bei.
As Ning Bei lowered his head, the bright sky slowly darkened. Everything seemed to return to the moment he had just entered the Road to Godhood. The only difference was that the point of light in the distance had also vanished, leaving behind only endless darkness.
Always alone, Ning Bei felt a sense of loneliness and desolation. Time slowly flowed by, second by second.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap."
"Hahahaha, is my trial really this simple?"
He didn't know how long had passed, but Ning Bei suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter. At first, the disappearance of the people he cared about one by one had indeed plunged him into a brief period of self-doubt.
But how could he not know his Little Angel's personality? Even when Bibi Dong treated her like that before, his Little Angel still held a glimmer of hope. It was possible she might blame him for not saving Qian Daoliu and avoid him from then on, but to come before him and pretend she had no love for him? How could that be possible?
As his voice fell, the scene beside him remained unchanged. It was still boundless darkness. But Ning Bei, having figured all this out, felt no ripple in his heart. Since a trial had appeared, it was easy to deal with. All he had to do was endure this period of time.
Although he said that, Ning Bei didn't know the specific content of the trial, nor did he know when it would end or enter the next stage. He could only sit cross-legged on the ground and try to cultivate to pass the time.
Ning Bei, whose cultivation had long reached a bottleneck, couldn't gain even the slightest improvement from simple cultivation. He didn't know how long had passed, perhaps a day, or a year, or even longer. Feeling no progress at all, Ning Bei gradually fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, a yellowish ceiling came into view. Ning Bei sat up abruptly, feeling a dizzy spell. He covered his forehead and groaned.
"Damn, isn't this the rental room I used to live in? What's going on?"
Just as he forced himself to gather his thoughts and figure out what had happened, the long-unheard sound of his phone ringing reached his ears, causing his pupils to instantly constrict. He skillfully fumbled for his phone on the bedside table and opened his eyes to look. He found that it was his group of unreliable friends.
"Hey, Old Bei, are you awake? You were sleeping like a dead pig after getting drunk yesterday, and I had to use all my strength to get you back."
"Let me tell you, it was really dangerous yesterday. We were almost sent to meet the King of Hell by a drunk driving slag truck. Luckily, this old monk was agile and slid into the flower bed by the roadside. Otherwise, we wouldn't have seen the sun today. You have to treat me to a good meal."
"Uh..."
Ning Bei forced himself to recall some scenes from his previous life and felt a sense of disbelief. He looked at the clothes on the floor stained with mud. Everything seemed to be just as his unreliable friends had said. He had just fallen into the flower bed and hadn't been sent to another world by the slag truck?
"Damn, was it all just a dream?"
"What dream? You were sleeping like a pig, and you still have time to dream? Get up quickly and treat your father to a meal, I'm starving."
Startled by his friend's teasing, Ning Bei forced himself to support his weak body and get up. He looked at the clock on the wall, and it was already two in the afternoon.
"Forget it, let's fill our stomachs first."
Feeling that he was indeed starving, Ning Bei immediately decided to treat his friends to a meal and find out what was going on. He changed into clean clothes and immediately headed out the door.
After eating, he refused his unreliable friends' suggestion to continue tonight. Ning Bei returned to the rental room with unsteady steps and stared blankly at the desk.
"It was really a dream? But that dream was too real, wasn't it?"
Although Ning Bei subconsciously felt that none of that was a dream, the half-finished copy in the notebook on his desk slapped him hard, indicating that this was the day after he had been dragged out by his drinking buddies for a night of heavy drinking.
Looking at the half-empty glass of water on the table, Ning Bei's eyes were sharp as he slowly reached out and grasped it.
"Eternal Frozen Domain!"
"..."
Ten seconds passed. The domain that he could control like an arm in the Douluo World showed no reaction now. Looking at his right hand again, Ning Bei began to try summoning his Pill Tower Spirit, but there was still no response.
"Tch, if those grandsons saw this, they'd think I was crazy. Damn it, I'm not thinking about it anymore."
Having grown accustomed to taking things as they came, Ning Bei quickly accepted the reality of his fleeting dream. After finishing the half-written copy, he immediately returned to bed, pulled the covers over his head, and fell into a deep sleep to soothe his still aching brain.
As for his drinking buddies' suggestion to continue tonight, Ning Bei completely dismissed it. Tomorrow was Monday, after all. Their parents would deposit money into their accounts even if they didn't work for three days, but if he didn't work for three days, he'd be sleeping under a bridge. He wasn't going to drink with them.
After a night of peaceful sleep, Ning Bei skillfully tidied himself up the next day, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the subway station. Today, he was supposed to speak at a meeting with Client Dad. Stripped of the title of the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, he was just a wage slave.
But when Ning Bei reached the entrance of the subway station and saw the prominent announcement, he was instantly dumbfounded. "Due to the spread of the epidemic, all subway lines are temporarily suspended."
"Damn it, didn't they say yesterday that it was under control? What do I do now?"
Helpless, Ning Bei had no choice but to call his immediate superior to inquire about the company's situation. Fortunately, the other party said that due to the epidemic, the client had also canceled the meeting, and the company also needed to comply with the higher-ups' call to close and take a few days off.
"Didn't the company group chat already send out a relevant notice yesterday? What the hell have you been doing all day? Where are your eyes?"
"Uh, sorry, I saw it, but I forgot."
"&#￥*&..."
A barrage of scolding almost made Ning Bei turn red. After hanging up the phone and letting out a heavy sigh of relief, he walked back while opening his messaging app to look through the work group chat, which he had set to do not disturb. He found that there was indeed a notice sent out, just as his superior had said.
"Tch, so what if they sent it? In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who would dare talk to me like that? They're truly seeking death."
"Huh, that's strange, why am I also starting to use 'seeking death'?"
Still not used to the disparity, Ning Bei walked back to his rented apartment in a daze. Having been accustomed to wielding power in the Douluo Continent, waking up and becoming a wage slave again made him sigh with emotion.
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