Ma Lang tried to maintain his cold demeanor, but the pain in his body made him involuntarily grimace. Although it was just a superficial injury, it still caused him considerable discomfort.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to let the pain show on his face. Little Yimi, the little girl, appeared unharmed on the surface, but the damage to her clothes revealed that she wasn't as relaxed as she seemed. Her face showed a hint of fatigue, yet her eyes still radiated a simple and endearing charm.
A group of "Lost Ones" gathered around, expressing their gratitude. Among them, a young couple even bowed deeply, which made Ma Lang feel somewhat embarrassed. His past experiences had left him unaccustomed to interacting with so many people. Despite the urge to flee, he thought of the Giant Eye Nebula in his mind's sea and forced himself to stay. He exchanged cloud consciousness contact information with the young couple and told them they could reach out if they needed help. Ma Lang was afraid that Bo Liu and Lucien, those noble brats, would continue to cause trouble for these people, even though this was a way for him to gain more willpower.
Regarding the location of the Giant Eye Nebula and the cloud consciousness in his mind's sea, Ma Lang sensed that the mind's sea existed at the deepest core of his consciousness, possibly even in another dimension, which he found incredibly mysterious. It could interact deeply, yet it felt both real and illusory, elusive and ethereal. The cloud consciousness, on the other hand, was a cluster of elemental bodies at the shallow end of his consciousness. It could interact with his mind but couldn't pry into his privacy, likely something implanted in everyone at birth in this world!
Suffering from deep social anxiety, Ma Lang endured the discomfort of interacting with strangers, managed to respond coldly, and then grabbed Little Yimi and fled hastily. The "Lost Ones" watched his somewhat disheveled back view and found it amusing. A young man chuckled and said, "Our savior is a bit socially anxious, but he truly is a noble and adorable descendant of a deity." The other "Lost Ones" also couldn't help but smile with amusement.
What they didn't know was that Ma Lang's issues went beyond social anxiety. He felt a peculiar mental connection through the willpower converging in the Giant Eye Nebula, linking him to these people. By focusing on a specific stream of willpower, he could even sense the emotions of its owner, and the willpower continued to flow in like a gentle stream. If he had to describe the feeling, it was like the legendary believers praying to a deity, and the deity receiving their incense and prayers.
Little Yimi called a "Bubble" flying car, and they quickly returned home. Grandma Yilan, seeing the disheveled pair, was filled with concern. She immediately activated the smart medical device to treat Ma Lang, while she took Little Yimi aside to understand what had happened, leaving Ma Lang undisturbed.
The treatment in this world was truly remarkable. There were no injections or medications; he simply lay in the treatment pod, enveloped by a thick energy of elements. Ma Lang felt a warm energy surge into his body, rapidly healing his wounds. The light in the treatment pod was soft, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, making him feel incredibly comfortable. Soon, his wounds were perfectly healed, as if they had never existed.
How amazing! Ma Lang couldn't help but marvel internally.
Ma Lang changed his clothes and returned to his room, where he sat on the bed and began practicing his meditation and breathing techniques. In his mind's sea, golden energy illuminated a nebula and gradually spread to a second one. The lit nebula glowed brilliantly, like a mysterious creation waiting to be explored. Ma Lang used his consciousness to gently cover it, as if caressing it with his palm. Instantly, the starlight transformed into points, enveloping his consciousness.
The two mystical ancient characters "Decompose" appeared in his mind, symbolizing the power to break down everything and reassemble it into new creations. Though the concept was simple, it instantly made Ma Lang understand how to use it. Was this a supernatural power?
Ma Lang couldn't fathom it, so he decided to stop overthinking and focused on the green wind sword that had been "stolen" into his mind's sea, still tightly wrapped in golden energy. He would start with it!
"Decompose!" With Ma Lang's intent, the golden light continuously compressed the green wind sword, leaving it with no room to resist. The green wind sword turned into a mass of basic elemental particles. How about forming a lightning spear? It sounded pretty good! Deciding on it, Ma Lang found it quite amusing.
With a shift of his consciousness, the green elemental mass was continuously compressed until it turned purple and was stretched into a long rod shape, quickly forming a spear encircled by electric arcs. Does this follow the law of conservation of energy? Ma Lang was puzzled but quickly gave up on thinking about it. As long as it worked, that was enough! Subsequently, he sensed a powerful force bursting forth from the lightning spear, no longer the gentle and sharp nature of the wind, but the explosive and overwhelming power of lightning.
At the same time, in the Devereaux family, the young blonde master Lucien, was being scolded and suddenly changed expression, clutching his chest in pain and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Lucien, you were beaten by that waste from the Ma family! And you lost the family's secret artifact! Even worse, it was because you were bullying a bunch of worthless 'Lost Ones.' How can I take revenge for you when you are the oppressor? Let's postpone this! There will be opportunities! Such retaliation is not allowed by the Daozong Canon and the Alliance laws!"
His mother, Senator Shubelle Devereaux of the Alliance Law Commission, immediately stopped her scolding and supported him, her face full of worry, Lucien wiped the blood from his mouth and, pale-faced, said, "Mother, my secret artifact has been forcibly de-bonded. It must have been Ma Lang. I only clashed with him today, and the artifact was lost afterward, uh! No! This waste..." He realized his thoughts were incorrect!
"That's impossible, child! Only top-tier secret cultivators, those who have reached the Divine Refinement realm, can forcibly de-bond a secret artifact, and there are very few such individuals in the capital of the Alliance. Even the original head of the Ma family, who disappeared, doesn't possess such strength, let alone the current acting head, the waste Ma Siyuan. The closest person with such power is the Capital Region Master of the Daozong, Murong Yunhai."
Shubelle Devereaux frowned and said, "Unless it was picked up by a powerful individual by sheer coincidence! Notify the Alliance Patrol Bureau to search nearby star cities, but the chances are slim. Given the teleportation abilities of powerful individuals, they could already be miles away."
"Understood, Mother. I'll report to the Patrol Bureau right away."Lucien was about to leave when he suddenly turned back, "Mother, should we just let Ma Lang off for beating me? What about the honor of our Devereaux family?"
Shubelle Devereaux smiled lovingly, "DearLucien, we cannot act unjustly in this conflict. We can't retaliate like this."
Lucien looked at his mother with disappointment. However, her next words brightened his spirits.
"But, I remember you two are both 18 years old now? At your coming-of-age ceremony! Don't worry, my dear Lucien, I will find a legitimate opportunity to avenge you and restore the honor of our Devereaux family."
Shubelle Devereaux's gentle smile was like a warm breeze, as if the entire room was enveloped in warmth. But Lucien shuddered involuntarily!