Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

Ye Ming spoke rapidly, recounting the matter of the trade with the Mountain Gate in less than a minute.

After finishing, he returned to the stone table and sat down leisurely. “Director, go ahead and sleep now.”

“Sleep my foot!”

The Director trotted over. Lin Miao, who was beside Ye Ming, very sensibly stood up and sat opposite them, yielding her stone stool.

“So you’re saying all the resources stored by the Mountain Gate can be exchanged?” As soon as he sat down, he asked impatiently.

“When did I say all the resources could be exchanged?” Ye Ming opened the booklet on the table and pointed. “Everything on this list is fine.”

“Anything else... I’m afraid we’d have to discuss it with Immortal Xu, and I’m not sure if it would work.”

“That’s enough!” The Director scanned it quickly. “Just these alone are of immense value.”

“Then we...”

“I’ll ask Immortal Xu to send me out for a trip.”

When Xu had let them return, he had specifically told them that if they needed anything, they just had to shout his name loudly.

So the Director carefully tucked the booklet into his pocket and stood where he was, shouting, “Immortal Xu!”

The white-robed figure materialized instantly.

He hurriedly explained his wish to return to China.

After listening, Xu nodded in agreement, but he didn’t set off immediately. Instead, he said, “Everyone, I have something to inform you.”

Though his voice was soft, everyone who was already snoring inside their rooms woke up and ran out to line up in the center of the courtyard.

“Rest for today. Tomorrow, the official entrance examination will begin.”

“Mr. Zhao and the others, if you wish, you may resume woodcutting. If you do not wish to, you may stay as guests or return home.”

After speaking, he looked up and called out, “I must trouble Senior Brother to make a trip.”

*Woo—*

The giant fish leapt out of the sea of clouds, transforming into a giant bird amidst a dazzling light.

*Howl—*

“Go.”

Xu waved his hand, and the Director rose into the air, landing on the bird’s back.

With another high-pitched cry, Peng spread its wings and charged into the light gate that had opened ahead.

Having sent him off, Xu instructed the others, “You may give me your answer tomorrow.”

As his voice fell, his form faded and vanished.

...

Kunpeng’s body was equipped with a Core that output Mental Energy. Thanks to this, the Director wasn’t blinded by the gales of high-speed flight.

Crossing through the light gate, the Director, crouching where the bird’s back met its neck, said, “Immortal, you know the way back to China, right?”

*Howl—*

The cry was light and cheerful; he felt it probably meant ”I know.”

His mind at ease, the Director considered trying to get on Kunpeng’s good side; after all, another friend meant another path.

If they became well-acquainted, maybe the Immortal would be happy enough to reward him with a bottle of longevity-enhancing immortal medicine?

But before he could open his mouth, the roar of engines suddenly sounded overhead.

Looking up, he saw a formation of fighter jets. The bomb bay doors on their bellies were already opening to both sides.

“I forgot they haven’t seen Peng before!” The Director turned pale with fright and hurriedly pulled out his phone to contact the person in charge here.

He pressed the screen for a long time, but it wouldn’t light up. Only then did he realize that after several days without charging, the phone had automatically shut down.

More than ten fighter jets rapidly approached. He jumped and waved anxiously, trying to catch the pilots’ attention.

He wasn’t worried about Peng getting hurt.

If it could trade blows with the Mountain Rock Giant, it would certainly be fine against a few missiles, but he himself couldn’t take it!

Never mind a direct hit; even a graze would be fatal.

Driven by a life-or-death crisis, the Director erupted with terrifying strength, jumping straight up a meter high.

With such a massive bird, a person jumping on its back was naturally extremely conspicuous. The pilot successfully spotted him and, upon entering attack range, did not fire any missiles, instead maintaining a certain distance while trailing Kunpeng.

About a minute passed.

Perhaps having received orders from above, the fighter jets’ bomb bays closed, their noses pulled up, and they soon vanished into the cloud layer.

He had almost had an accident right after coming out. How would he make it all the way back to Su City?

The Director was filled with worry; he had to get in touch with the military first.