Back at home.
Wei Tuantuan saw her father sitting alone on the sofa, his forehead resting on his clasped hands, seemingly deep in thought.
"Dad?"
As Wei Tuantuan changed her shoes, she casually asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Shu lowered his hands, turned his head, and appeared to hesitate.
After a moment, he gently sighed and then smiled:
"Tuantuan, haven't you always wanted to explore the mysteries of the extraordinary world?"
"Yes." Wei Tuantuan felt a bit guilty. Had her dad found out about her studying with her teacher?
Wei Shu said in a serious tone, "I talked with your mother today. You're too enthusiastic about the extraordinary world; exploring it on your own is quite dangerous and could easily attract ominous things."
Wei Tuantuan blinked, a thought sparking in her mind—was her dad planning to find her a teacher?
If he really did, should she accept or not? Would her master drive her out of the sect?
Wei Shu continued, "Fortunately, tomorrow there will be a large-scale gathering of extraordinary individuals that will last for three days. Your mom has already arranged for you to take a leave from school. Tomorrow, I'll take you to see it, to understand and experience the true extraordinary world."
"Really?!" Wei Tuantuan jumped three feet in excitement.
"Really."
Wei Shu smiled helplessly, his expression slightly dark—he didn't want to do this, but the current situation was one he had to face.
He had just received news that his sixth nephew would soon arrive in Tianchuan and take over the place.
That boy, Xiao Shun, was not a good child.
If something happened to him, Tuantuan needed to have the skills to survive, and ideally, she should find a strong supporter.
Like that master of the castle—the renowned Master Wu from Tianchuan City.
Wei Shu exhaled softly, wanting to say something more, but then he heard a loud rumble from the street outside.
Father and daughter walked to the window out of curiosity, both shocked.
At that moment, dusk was ending, and night was slowly spreading across the street, where they could see a "knight."
A knight wearing a horned helmet, whose face was obscured, clad in pure white armor, wielding a long spear and a heavy shield, charging into battle.
Wei Shu saw one after another of those wearing wizard hats emerging from the alleys, marching in unison, their steps echoing like thunder!
As they approached, a fierce wind swept in, roaring with lightning, with bolts of anger and blades of wind attacking the knight fiercely!
The knight charged forward, slicing through the thunder to pierce the wizards, but more wizards were coming, and even more thunder was roaring!
The unknown knight was overwhelmed by the thunder, its light illuminating the faces of father and daughter in stark white.
Wei Shu's expression changed as he snapped back to reality, quickly closing the window and pulling down the curtains, taking Wei Tuantuan away, his tone serious:
"This is the battle of the extraordinary. Tuantuan, this is the extraordinary—never peaceful, never at ease."
Wei Tuantuan nodded blankly, her mind replaying the scene she had just witnessed: the thunder roaring down, the fierce wind slicing the ground.
This was the extraordinary.
That knight looked so cool.
Suddenly, Wei Tuantuan thought of her teacher.
Wasn't her teacher a Pure White Knight? That knight was wearing pure white armor, what a coincidence.
She suddenly shivered, shook off Wei Shu's hand, and dashed back to her room. Wei Mu, who had come from somewhere, sighed:
"Did the child get scared? What's happening outside? Why are there so many extraordinary individuals gathering?"
Wei Shu looked perplexedly at the suddenly closed door of Wei Tuantuan's room and shook his head:
"I'm not sure. From what I saw, there were at least ten wizards—more still on their way."
Wei Mu's expression grew more worried:
"Tianchuan isn't peaceful either? Your sixth nephew is about to arrive. Should we escape?"
"Where can we escape to?" Wei Shu sighed softly: "The eldest brother only allows us to hide in Tianchuan; if we leave, Tuantuan would have to go alone."
After a pause, he continued, "That's also why I want Tuantuan to truly engage with the extraordinary and even find her a teacher."
Meanwhile, inside the room,
Wei Tuantuan peered through the curtain gap, stealing a glance at the lightning and fierce wind outside, and dialed her teacher's number.
After a brief busy signal, the call connected.
"Tuantuan? What's up? Teacher is resting."
Wei Tuantuan let out a sigh of relief:
"It's nothing, teacher, I just wanted to ask about the changes in the street."
"No need to worry, stay away from doors and windows; they will leave soon." The teacher's voice was calm and steady. Wei Tuantuan nodded:
"I thought..."
She peeked through the curtain again, watching the knight charging ahead, scrunching her little nose:
"I thought that knight in white armor was you, teacher; you scared me!"
On the long street,
The knight was injured.
He couldn't fully unleash his power; the aftermath of such a large-scale battle would destroy the entire street.
He had to change the battlefield.
Facing the raging thunder, the knight let out a deep battle cry, the sound wave crashing forward, turning three wizards into a mist of blood!
He moved forward, breaking the sound barrier, accompanied by a thunderous sound and a fierce wind, sprinting toward the outskirts, with the wizards hot on his heels.
More and more wizards followed closely behind.
Moving at the speed of sound, in just a moment, the knight had reached the outskirts, a place sparsely populated and suitable for unleashing his power.
He looked back, his snow-white armor already marked with scorch marks, leaning on his spear as he coldly spoke:
"Is it just you trash coming? You underestimate me."
Twenty or thirty wizards approached, simultaneously lifting their hats to reveal faces woven and forged from mithril, without any features,
Then, in unison, they spoke in the same tone:
"This is just the beginning."
The knight's expression changed slightly, scanning the area, instinctively tightening his grip on his spear and shield.
"Puppet Master."
His gaze sharpened, a chill running down his spine.
The Puppet Master, active in the Storm Kingdom, skilled at crafting living puppets, rarely made a move; whenever he did, he would invariably claim the heads of great foes.
The number of heavenly envoys who died at his hands reached double digits, forcing many high-ranking members of the Church of the Great Enemies to flee the Storm Kingdom, all connected to this [Puppet Master].
"Li Rong'en."
More puppets emerged from the shadows, from the ground, and from the forest,
Ten, twenty, thirty, a hundred.
Each puppet was crafted from a living person, with the corpse of a sage creating a sage-level puppet, and the corpse of a saint creating a saint-level puppet...
This mysterious and forbidden method is why the Puppet Master is feared by countless heavenly envoys—the corpses of heavenly envoys can be used by him to create puppets of heavenly envoy level.
Over a hundred puppets spoke in unison:
"I've heard that the Pure White Knight was once granted the power of countless beasts by an evil god. Your corpse will be the best material; it won't be in vain for me to travel such a long way to be here!"
"We will slowly kill you, ensuring your body won't shatter."
"You are the perfect material!"
Li Rong'en tightened his grip on his spear and shield. The Puppet Master had arrived a day earlier than expected; he hadn't completed his preparations.
For instance, in the antique shop, only a spiritual creature was left to disguise itself.
That girl Tuantuan is very clever; if I don't do this, she'll guess something is off.
But—
Li Rong'en lowered his head and softly chuckled:
"At the last moment of my life, I can eliminate a great enemy for the church. I will have no regrets in death."
The hundred puppets tilted their heads in unison:
"What do you want to do?"
Li Rong'en raised his head, the horned helmet seeming to glow, and a roar emanated from his body as all his organs operated at overload, the secret patterns engraved in his bones shining brightly!
He said in a deep voice:
"With your corpse, plus my expiring life, it's enough to conduct a grand baptism for that girl; this will be my final gift as a teacher."
"Very good."
As the words fell,
Li Rong'en's face hidden beneath the helmet aged rapidly, every cell of his body dying and being reborn countless times,
The dead cells piled up together, unable to be metabolized in time; he was expanding!
The extraordinary armor also expanded, the aura of death enveloping the giant knight.
The knight was glowing.
The knight was charging.
One by one, the puppets were torn to shreds.
Extraordinary Law Enforcement Office.
"A super battle has erupted in the outskirts, one side suspected to be the heavenly envoy known as the Puppet Master from across the ocean, while the other side is currently unknown. The fighting is still ongoing!"
The director listened to the report, wiping sweat from his forehead:
"Keep monitoring, don't get close, don't provoke them!"
He exhaled:
"Just wait for the outcome; battles between angels can last a day or two, which is normal. As long as it doesn't affect the city, interference is prohibited!"
Antique Shop.
The huge spiritual creature curled up, holding the phone, conversing with the little girl on the line according to the instructions left behind.
While talking, it flipped through the booklet left by Li Rong'en, which contained responses to various common dialogues.
"Teacher, my dad is taking me to an extraordinary gathering tomorrow; are you going?"
The spiritual creature flipped through the booklet, scratched its head, and replied in Li Rong'en's voice:
"Not going."
"Oh."
The little girl on the other end of the phone seemed a bit disappointed, then asked:
"Teacher, when will we have the baptism?"
The spiritual creature tilted its head, sensing the intense fluctuations from the outskirts, and gently sighed:
"Should be in a couple of days."
Old Li was burning; regardless of the outcome of this battle, once everything was consumed, he would be left with nothing but his exhausted body to give this future little master a baptism.
Then he would die.
After burning everything, aside from the gods, no one could save Old Li.
Where would a god come from in Tianchuan City?
Castle.
Chen Xiang leaned back in a lounge chair, flipping through random books. Wu Shangpin and Ah Gui were busy preparing for the extraordinary gathering starting tomorrow, which would last three full days—a troublesome affair.
As he flipped,
Chen Xiang's expression slightly shifted, sensing subtle fluctuations from afar, as if two angels were fighting?
He continued flipping through the random books.
It had nothing to do with him.
He closed the random books.
"Is the spirit on alert?" Chen Xiang frowned slightly; not to mention two angels, even if there were twenty, two hundred, or even two thousand, none could evoke a stir in his spirit.
Unless one of them was closely related to him.
Chen Xiang thought for a moment, put down the random books, and called for the diligent maid:
"Ah Gui, go take a trip and bring back the ones fighting—alive."
"Oh!"
Ah Gui nodded obediently.