354: Chapter 354 Truths Hidden in the Mundane World, Ironclad City Treated with Equanimity

"This is for the tea."

"I accept."

Zhou Wannian's slender, fair right hand rested extremely casually on the tattered oilcloth package, which was soaked in mud and blood.

His handsome, easygoing face bore a faint smile that was extremely relaxed yet carried an endless depth.

In the corner of the teahouse, the ragged grey-clad boy named Stone heard these words, and a flash of intense brilliance suddenly burst forth from his eyes, which had been filled with despair and dead silence.

He released his hands, which had been tightly clutching his chest, with extreme difficulty, as if setting down an ancient sacred mountain that had been crushing his heart for countless days and nights.

"Th-thank you, big brother..."

Stone gasped extremely weakly, his body trembling violently from extreme tension and blood loss.

He did not know who this young man in green robes was.

He only knew that this living immortal, who could blow away a Qi Refinement Stage immortal master with a single breath, had accepted this "treasure" stained with his family's blood.

That meant his wretched life was saved.

Zhou Wannian ignored the boy's extremely complex gaze.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well, fell calmly upon the oilcloth package beneath his hand.

He did not circulate any True Qi, nor did he undo the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Seal chains within his body.

He simply used an extremely ordinary, Mortal method to untie the knotted oilcloth package, layer by layer, with extreme nonchalance.

"Clatter."

As the last piece of rough oilcloth was flipped open, the contents inside were abruptly exposed to the air of the teahouse, which was filled with the smell of inferior tea and Mortal sweat.

It was not some supreme Magic Treasure radiating dazzling immortal light, nor was it some peerless Cultivation Technique flowing with ancient Dao essence.

It was merely a polyhedral metal lump, extremely unremarkable, presenting an extremely dull grey-black color, its surface covered in extremely rough scratches and dirt.

It was only the size of an adult's fist.

It looked like a piece of rusted scrap iron picked up, with extreme casualness, from a pile of waste in some worldly blacksmith shop.

There was no fluctuation of Spiritual Qi, nor any hint of the miraculous.

In the hall, the Mortal tea drinkers hiding under the tables, and even the fat shopkeeper who had wet his pants in fear, were all stunned with extreme disbelief when they caught a glimpse of this so-called "treasure."

Was this the peerless rarity for which the murderous immortal masters of the Iron Blood Sect had slaughtered the boy's entire family?

Wasn't this just an extremely ordinary piece of scrap iron?!

However, Zhou Wannian, seated on the bench, looked at this grey-black metal lump.

The extremely relaxed smile on his handsome, easygoing face became extremely intense, revealing an ultimate danger and excitement capable of freezing an entire dimension instantly.

Deep in his eyes, a trace of an extremely faint "Absolute Truth Code" aura—which only a Creator True God like him, at the Great Perfection of the inner universe, could capture—was flowing extremely slowly inside this scrap iron.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying a sense of control that was extremely matter-of-fact.

He spoke lazily in his mind to the Spirit of Origin deep within his inner universe: "Little housekeeper, see what this thing is."

Deep within the inner universe, inside the nine-colored fruit of the chaos jianmu, the Spirit of Origin, acting as the Heavenly Dao housekeeper, was currently fiddling with the "Absolute Calculation Source Core" with extreme excitement.

Upon receiving Zhou Wannian's order, billions of extremely brilliant deduction data streams flashed instantly in its flawless eyes.

In a mere ten-thousandth of an instant, the Spirit of Origin's extremely clear yet extremely shocked thought echoed thunderously in Zhou Wannian's Sea of Consciousness.

"My Lord!"

"This... this is impossible!"

"Inside this scrap iron, there is actually a hidden, extremely incomplete backup restart protocol for the 'ultimate truth engine'!"

"This... this seems to be what that super Rubik's Cube did before you tore it apart with your bare hands and forcibly formatted it."

"It acted extremely crazily and extremely secretly to perform a thousand-fold violent 'dimensional compression' on its own lowest, most core logical code!"

"It actively stripped away all its high-dimensional physical attributes, abandoning all power and concepts of truth."

"It forcibly disguised itself as an extremely ordinary piece of low-dimensional Universe scrap iron!"

"Then, it fled, in an extremely pathetic manner, through a crack in the Great Primordial Void to this extremely remote, Spiritual Qi-deficient lower world!"

"It is hibernating!"

"It is attempting to use the mundane Karma of this low-dimensional world to extremely slowly reabsorb underlying rules, hoping to make a comeback, with extreme difficulty, after billions of epochs!"

The Spirit of Origin's thoughts were filled with extreme disbelief.

It could not imagine that the high and mighty Absolute Truth Realm, which had erased all variables, would have its final Dominator use such an extremely undignified and humiliating "feigned death dimensional descent" method to hide as a coward in this backwater, which didn't even have a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator!

Listening to the Spirit of Origin's extremely shocking report, Zhou Wannian sat steadily on the wobbling bench.

He extended two slender, fair fingers and pinched the dirt-covered grey-black metal lump with extreme casualness.

He held it before his eyes, examining it with extreme nonchalance.

A cold and mockery-filled smile curled at the corners of Zhou Wannian's mouth.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, as if looking at an extremely ridiculous, shell-less bug, and he spoke lightly:

"A gecko severing its tail, a golden cicada shedding its shell."

"These rigid iron-headed fools have actually learned this extremely inferior yet extremely effective Mortal survival tactic when facing true death."

He rubbed the surface of this scrap iron with his thumb with extreme casualness.

"Abandoning all high-dimensional attributes, compressing itself into a piece of scrap iron without Karma."

"This method is indeed extremely secretive."

"If it were any other Creation Immortal King, even an existence at the level of the Three Ancestors of Taiwu, they would never see any clues even if they held this iron in their hands for tens of thousands of years."

"It is just a pity."

"You calculated everything."

"But you happened to fall at the feet of me, who extremely loves to walk in the mud of the Mortal World."

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the "truth residue" in his hand that was still extremely secretly trying to disguise itself as a dead object.

Zhou Wannian's tone was filled with a supreme dominance that commanded the world and transcended all dimensions.

He declared lazily:

"Feigning death?"

"In front of my inner universe."

"Even if it were the ashes of this Great Primordial Void, I could scatter you with extreme ease."

As he finished speaking, he did not undo the Seals, nor did he use any True Qi.

He simply held the grey-black metal lump in his palm with extreme casualness.

Then, he applied a slight force with his five fingers!

"Crack!"

A sound, extremely crisp, yet as if representing some underlying rule being ruthlessly crushed, transmitted extremely dully from within Zhou Wannian's palm.

This truth backup protocol, which had undergone a thousand dimensional compressions and claimed to be able to withstand the extinction of the Universe, was crushed, creating a bottomless crack, under the extremely brutal grip of Zhou Wannian's Physical Body, which, though sealed, still retained its "absolute mass"!

It was like an extremely fragile shortbread.

"Hum—"

An extremely faint yet extremely desperate electronic wail transmitted extremely shrilly from inside the scrap iron!

Only Zhou Wannian could hear this wail. It contained the extreme fear of the ultimate truth engine, which once calculated all living beings, as it faced true and total extinction!

It could not imagine: why?

Why, after it had lowered its status, downgraded its dimensions to become a piece of scrap iron, and hidden in the sewer of this Universe, did it still encounter this ultimate monster that could not be measured by common sense?!

Moreover, the other party hadn't even used those extremely terrifying inner universe Laws.

With just this extremely pure physical strength, he had extremely brutally crushed its high-dimensional compression shell, which claimed to be absolutely unbreakable!

Zhou Wannian ignored the extremely shrill electronic wail.

He increased the force of his fingers with extreme casualness.

"Bang!"

With an extremely slight muffled sound, the grey-black metal lump in Zhou Wannian's palm was thoroughly crushed into extremely fine grey powder!

The last segment of the Absolute Truth Code, hidden in the deepest part, lost the protection of its physical shell and was instantly exposed to the Heavenly Dao Laws of this extremely low-dimensional Qingping Realm.

Before it could even struggle, Zhou Wannian scattered the powder in his palm, with extreme casualness and nonchalance, onto the muddy ground at his feet.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

"Since you like staying in the mud so much."

"Then thoroughly become a handful of yellow earth in this Mortal World."

The high-dimensional truth, which was once extremely high and mighty and had erased the variables of countless multiverses, was thus, in this extremely simple and noisy bottom-tier teahouse, thoroughly and cleanly erased from all dimensions of this Great Primordial Void by a young man in green robes who was just taking a casual stroll!

Beside him, the extremely thin grey-clad boy, Stone, stared blankly at this scene.

He had no idea what kind of extremely terrifying cosmic secret was hidden in that piece of scrap iron just now.

He only knew that this big brother had just crushed the "treasure" his family had traded their lives for into powder and scattered it on the ground with extreme casualness!

"B-big brother..."

Stone looked at the powder on the ground with extreme heartache, but he dared not have any complaints.

Because he knew that if it weren't for this big brother, he would have already been hacked to pieces by those extremely brutal Iron Blood Sect Disciples.

Zhou Wannian clapped his hands with extreme casualness, dusting off the remaining dirt from his palms.

His handsome, easygoing face bore a faint smile that was extremely comfortable and relaxed.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying a hint of extreme, lazy nonchalance as he spoke lightly:

"Little one."

"Stop looking."

"That kind of unlucky thing will only bring you extreme misfortune if kept by your side."

"I helped you crush it, which can be considered as extremely thoroughly severing your karmic entanglement."

He pointed at the extremely tattered coarse porcelain teacup on the table with extreme casualness.

"Go."

"Pour me another cup of extremely bitter broken tea leaves."

"The last cup was spilled, and I haven't had enough yet."

Stone stood up obediently, scrambling to his feet.

He wiped the broken teacup with his sleeve with extreme agility, picked up the coarse porcelain teapot, and poured a cup of dark yellow, turbid tea for Zhou Wannian with extreme respect.

Zhou Wannian picked up the teacup with extreme composure, placed it to his lips, and took a sip with extreme leisure.

The extremely intense bitterness spread on the tip of his tongue again.

Zhou Wannian closed his eyes with extreme satisfaction, enjoying this extremely real and extremely humble taste of the Mortal World.

However, just as he was enjoying his tea with such extreme leisure, outside the window, the originally drizzling spring rain suddenly stopped in an extremely bizarre manner!

"Rumble!"

A burst of extremely violent and deafening thunder exploded abruptly above the Spring Rain City!

The originally gloomy sky was completely covered within a ten-thousandth of an instant by a layer of extremely thick, dark red blood clouds that exuded an extremely pungent smell of blood!

These blood clouds were extremely vast, directly covering the Yunlan Mountain Range for tens of thousands of miles!

Within the blood clouds, countless extremely shrill vengeful spirits were roaring and rolling crazily.

An extremely terrifying pressure, sufficient to make all low-level Cultivators in the Qingping Realm suffer Qi Deviation instantly, pressed down ruthlessly and tyrannically upon the Spring Rain City below, like an extremely heavy ancient sacred mountain!

In the face of this pressure, the hundreds of thousands of Mortals in Spring Rain City were all simultaneously and extremely desperately pressed down into the muddy streets with extreme brutality, vomiting blood in large mouthfuls, unable to even emit an extremely weak scream!

Even those high and mighty Qi Refinement Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage Loose Cultivators were all kneeling on the ground in extreme terror, their bodies trembling violently.

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Even the City Lord of Chunyu City, a Cultivator who had reached Foundation Establishment Stage Great Perfection.

At this moment, he was extremely, extremely disheveled, kneeling in the main courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

He looked up at the extremely, extremely terrifying blood cloud in the sky with extreme, extreme despair.

"Core... Core Formation stage Old Ancestor?!"

"Which Core Formation stage Old Ancestor has descended upon our extremely, extremely remote Chunyu City?!"

The City Lord shrieked out in an extremely, extremely mournful voice.

In the Qingping Realm.

Core Formation stage Old Ancestors were extremely, extremely terrifying existences, high above like gods!

In a fit of rage, they could slaughter a city and annihilate a nation in the blink of an eye!

And at this moment.

Above that extremely, extremely thick dark red blood cloud.

Extremely, extremely abruptly.

Nine giant swords, each hundreds of zhang long and emitting an extremely, extremely sinister bloody glow, appeared! These were top-grade Magical Artifacts!

In the center of these nine giant swords.

Stood an extremely, extremely withered figure of an old man in blood robes, yet he exuded an extremely, extremely violent killing intent!

This old man.

Was none other than the Grand Elder of the Iron Blood Sect.

An extremely, extremely terrifying heretical cultivator (Evil Cultivator Magnate) whose cultivation had reached the Core Formation stage Middle Stage!

Blood Maniac!

"WHO IS IT!!!"

Blood Maniac let out an extremely, extremely mournful, ear-shattering, terrifying roar.

This voice.

Was like materialized blood-colored sound waves.

Extremely, extremely domineeringly.

It wildly surged throughout the sky above Chunyu City!

"Who killed Zhao Li, the True Disciple of my Iron Blood Sect!"

"Who crushed this Venerable One's Natal Blood Fiend Soul Tablet, which I painstakingly refined!"

"GET OUT HERE, THIS VENERABLE ONE COMMANDS YOU!!!"

Accompanying Blood Maniac's furious roar.

His extremely, extremely terrifying Divine Sense, comparable to a Core Formation stage Middle Stage Cultivator.

Was like an extremely, extremely dense blood-colored net.

Extremely, extremely domineeringly.

It frantically swept inch by inch towards Chunyu City below!

His Divine Sense, extremely, extremely quickly.

Locked onto that extremely, extremely remote street in the west of the city.

It locked onto that extremely, extremely dilapidated Qingfeng Teahouse, which even had a leaky roof!

"Found it!"

Blood Maniac's extremely, extremely cloudy, yet extremely, extremely bloodthirsty old eyes.

Stared extremely, extremely intently at that teahouse.

He licked his shriveled lips with extreme, extreme cruelty.

And burst into extremely, extremely arrogant laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"No matter which reclusive Sect's old geezer you are!"

"Dare to kill someone from my Iron Blood Sect!"

"Today, this Venerable One will extremely, extremely cruelly flay your extremely, extremely ridiculous Mortal Physical Body!"

"And throw your Soul into the Nine Nether Blood Flames for a hundred years of extremely, extremely mournful refining!"

He extremely, extremely arrogantly.

Suddenly stomped on the top-grade Magical Artifact giant sword beneath his feet.

"Boom!"

His entire being transformed into an extremely, extremely violent blood-colored meteor.

Carrying those nine blood-colored giant swords, hundreds of zhang long.

Extremely, extremely domineeringly.

Extremely, extremely unreasonably.

Towards the extremely, extremely fragile Qingfeng Teahouse below.

It smashed down with extreme, extreme viciousness!

Such extremely, extremely terrifying might.

In the eyes of these Mortals and low-level Cultivators in Chunyu City.

It was simply like the sky was falling!

Everyone closed their eyes in extreme, extreme despair.

They knew.

Once this Core Formation stage Old Ancestor's strike landed.

All the streets, shops, and Mortals within a radius of dozens of li.

Would, in this extremely, extremely violent blood-colored Spiritual Qi.

Completely, thoroughly turn into a pile of extremely, extremely foul-smelling flesh paste!

However.

Beneath this extremely, extremely despairing doomsday scene.

In the corner of that extremely, extremely simple teahouse.

Zhou Wannian.

Still sat steadily on that extremely, extremely wobbly long bench.

His faded blue robe didn't even emit a trace of extremely, extremely faint Spiritual Qi fluctuation.

He extremely, extremely casually.

Held that extremely, extremely rough, chipped teacup.

To his lips.

And extremely, extremely leisurely, took another sip of the extremely, extremely bitter tea dregs.

On his refined and amiable face.

Towards the extremely, extremely arrogant Core Formation stage Old Ancestor in the sky.

There was no trace of extreme, extreme solemnity, or extreme, extreme anger.

There was only.

An extremely, extremely dense sense of extreme, extreme helpless annoyance, as if his peaceful dream had been disturbed.

Zhou Wannian's tone was calm, as if he was shooing away an extremely, extremely annoying green-headed fly.

Extremely, extremely lazily.

He spoke faintly.

"Core Formation stage?"

"An ant-like Realm that isn't even as good as an extremely, extremely tiny speck of dust."

"Dare to shout so extremely, extremely loudly in this Mortal World?"

He extremely, extremely casually.

Lifted his slender, fair right hand that held the teacup.

Extremely, extremely, extremely slightly.

Towards the extremely, extremely violently crashing blood-colored meteor in the sky.

Plainly.

He extremely, extremely casually, flicked it upwards!

No True Qi erupted.

No Magic Treasure was summoned.

He didn't even unseal the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine extremely, extremely terrifying inner universe Seals.

He merely.

Extremely, extremely purely.

Used this Physical Body, which had been tempered to extreme, extreme absolute perfection by the Great Perfection Five Elements Law, and possessed an extremely, extremely terrifying dimensional mass.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely minutely, he stirred up an extremely, extremely, extremely faint gust of palm wind!

"Whoosh—"

An extremely, extremely, extremely faint.

Extremely, extremely, extremely gentle breeze, which couldn't even blow away the extremely, extremely light dust on the tea table.

Flowed from Zhou Wannian's palm.

Extremely, extremely casually.

It floated into mid-air.

But.

It was this extremely, extremely, extremely faint breeze!

Within one ten-thousandth of a second after leaving Zhou Wannian's palm!

An incredible absolute dimensional extremely, extremely reverse crushing scene!

Above this extremely, extremely, extremely low-dimensional Qingping Realm!

Extremely, extremely silently.

Extremely, extremely, extremely terrifyingly.

It was shockingly detonated!

That extremely, extremely faint palm wind.

The instant it touched that extremely, extremely violently crashing blood-colored Spiritual Qi and those nine top-grade Magical Artifact giant swords!

There was no extremely, extremely deafening, earth-shattering explosion!

Nor was there any extremely, extremely dazzling light show of Law clashes!

It.

Was like an extremely, extremely massive, extremely, extremely, extremely invisible, Universe-level broom that spanned countless dimensions!

Extremely, extremely domineeringly!

Extremely, extremely, extremely unreasonably!

It directly cut into the Core Formation stage Old Ancestor's extremely, extremely, extremely fragile underlying Spiritual Qi structure!

"Chichichichichi!"

Extremely, extremely, extremely piercing, scalp-tingling sounds of dissolution.

Exploded extremely, extremely, extremely densely in the sky above Chunyu City!

Those nine top-grade blood-colored Magical Artifact giant swords, renowned for cutting iron like mud and being indestructible.

The instant they came into contact with this extremely, extremely, extremely faint palm wind.

Were like extremely, extremely, extremely fragile ice pops, extremely, extremely abruptly colliding with an extremely, extremely, extremely terrifying primordial volcano!

They disintegrated inch by inch!

And collapsed piece by piece!

Turning into an extremely, extremely, extremely fine red rust dust, dancing in the sky!

And that high and mighty, extremely, extremely, extremely arrogant Core Formation stage Old Ancestor, Blood Maniac.

His extremely, extremely, extremely ferocious old face.

At this moment.

Completely, thoroughly froze!

His extremely, extremely cloudy eyes were filled with extreme, extreme, extreme disbelief, and a trembling of extreme, extreme, extreme despair originating from the deepest part of his Soul!

He felt it.

In this extremely, extremely faint palm wind.

Contained an extremely, extremely, extremely high-dimensional absolute mass that he simply could not comprehend, nor could he ever resist!

Before this mass.

His cultivation at the Core Formation Middle Stage.

His extremely, extremely proud Iron Blood Demonic Technique.

Was simply.

Even more extremely, extremely, extremely ridiculous than an extremely, extremely, extremely fragile window paper!

"No!!!"

"Senior, spare me!!!"

Blood Maniac let out the most extremely, extremely, extremely mournful and extremely, extremely, extremely humble scream of despair in his life!

He desperately tried to retract his descending figure.

He wanted to kneel in mid-air and kowtow to this extremely, extremely hidden and supreme powerful being, begging for mercy!

However.

It was too late.

Everything was too late.

Under Zhou Wannian's extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely casual wave.

How could an ant extremely, extremely fortunately escape?

"Bang!"

An extremely, extremely, extremely dull, faint sound, like an extremely, extremely fragile blood-colored balloon being extremely, extremely, extremely violently popped.

In the sky above Chunyu City.

Sounded extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely crisply.

That extremely, extremely arrogant blood-colored meteor.

That extremely, extremely haughty Core Formation stage Old Ancestor.

Right there in mid-air.

Just as that extremely, extremely, extremely faint palm wind swept past.

Extremely, extremely abruptly.

Completely, thoroughly.

Turned into a mass of extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely fine grey dust, without any trace of blood!

Not only that.

The palm wind continued its momentum, undiminished.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely domineeringly.

It continued to sweep upwards!

That extremely, extremely terrifying dark red blood cloud, which covered tens of thousands of li.

Was like blowing away extremely, extremely, extremely light morning mist.

Extremely, extremely cleanly and thoroughly.

Swept away!

The sky cleared.

The sunlight, extremely, extremely, extremely brightly.

Once again shone down on the extremely, extremely muddy bluestone streets of Chunyu City.

A gentle breeze swept by.

The grey dust, which belonged to the Core Formation stage Old Ancestor.

Scattered down.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely quietly.

Falling into the extremely, extremely, extremely lowly mud pit.

And with the footprints of those Mortals.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely perfectly, it merged into one.

There was no extremely, extremely earth-shattering destruction.

Only an extremely, extremely, extremely absolute, extremely, extremely unadulterated annihilation, without a trace of worldly smoke.

The entire Chunyu City.

Fell into an extremely, extremely, extremely terrifying silence.

Those hundreds of thousands of Mortals and low-level Cultivators, who had been lying on the ground, thinking they were surely doomed.

Extremely, extremely, extremely blankly.

Extremely, extremely, extremely unbelievably.

Raised their heads.

Looking at the extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely clear sky.

Their brains.

Completely, thoroughly, extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely severely crashed.

Where was the Core Formation stage Old Ancestor?

Where was that extremely, extremely terrifying blood cloud?

What exactly extremely, extremely, extremely happened just now?!

Why.

In one ten-thousandth of a second.

Did everything disappear extremely, extremely, extremely cleanly?!

As if.

The extremely, extremely, extremely apocalyptic scene just now.

Was just an extremely, extremely, extremely absurd illusion!

In the Qingfeng Teahouse.

That extremely, extremely, extremely thin grey-clothed youth.

Stared blankly at Zhou Wannian, who was still sitting on the extremely, extremely wobbly long bench.

He swallowed with extreme, extreme difficulty.

He didn't know what the Core Formation stage was.

But he knew.

That extremely, extremely terrifying red-robed old man in the sky just now.

Was by this extremely, extremely, extremely handsome big brother.

Extremely, extremely casually.

With a wave of his hand.

Just... just extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely turned into dust!

Zhou Wannian extremely, extremely casually.

Withdrew his extremely, extremely, extremely casually waved right hand.

He extremely, extremely, extremely leisurely.

Held that rough teacup.

And the extremely, extremely bitter tea dregs inside.

He drank it all.

Then.

Extremely, extremely, extremely calmly.

He placed the chipped teacup.

Extremely, extremely casually, on the dilapidated wooden table.

"Clink."

An extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely crisp, faint sound.

His faded blue robe.

In this extremely, extremely, extremely simple Mortal teahouse.

Exuded an extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely indescribable, ultimate relaxation that transcended all extremely, extremely, extremely dimensions.

Zhou Wannian slightly lowered his head.

His eyes, deep as ancient wells.

Extremely, extremely calmly.

Glanced at the extremely, extremely, extremely dazed grey-clothed youth.

On his refined and amiable face.

An extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely brilliant, extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely amiable faint smile appeared.

Zhou Wannian's tone was calm.

Carrying an extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely natural laziness.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely casually.

He spoke faintly.

"The tea is finished."

"There are too many flies in this place."

"It's really extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely noisy."

He extremely, extremely casually stood up.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely casually brushed the sleeves of his blue robe.

He took calm and unhurried steps.

Treading on the broken porcelain shards.

Towards the extremely, extremely bright sunlight outside the teahouse.

He walked with extreme, extreme, extreme composure.

Zhou Wannian didn't look back.

His tone was extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely calm.

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely casually, a sentence drifted out.

"Little fellow."

"Didn't you say."

"This broken iron lump was found by your father in the Yunlan Mountain Range?"

"Lead the way."

"Let's take a stroll in those mountains."

"This idle wanderer."

"Wants to see how many extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely interesting broken trinkets are buried in this extremely, extremely low-dimensional muddy ground."