The King of Black Fog

A few thrilling patches of white, hidden amidst the red floral rain and light white mist, Li Changzhou's eyes clung to these whites like fish holding onto bait.

But he shifted his gaze the next second.

The fish wants to eat the bait but gets hooked and ultimately faces inevitable death, not what he imagined.

The screams continue, mainly from Li Qianxia, while Turquoise Pool and Si laugh shamelessly.

Yang Qinglan swims over.

"Did you see?"

"With such heavy floral rain, the sky dark, and me without 'abilities,' what can I see? Thinking back now, I can only imagine your scene."

She swims to Li Changzhou's side, lightly resting her hand on his shoulder, exerting a slight force to draw the two closer.

Her slippery body sits on Li Changzhou's leg, her hands white as jade embracing his neck.

"Really?" she asks.

"...Actually, I saw a little, but I feel that what I saw when you were wearing swimsuits lacked the woo woo woo, woo? Woo woo woo woo, woo woo!"

Warm breath puffs against his chest.

"It tickles, ha ha~" The more it tickles, the more forceful Yang Qinglan's hands on his head become.

With a slap, Yang Qinglan laughs and lightly hits him, unwilling to let go.

"Qinglan! Hold him down! We'll retreat first!" Li Qianxia and the others just about had enough of the Eternal Youth Hot Spring Pool and fled.

Yang Qinglan whispered to Li Changzhou, held in her arms: "I think I stepped on a landmine."

He remained as motionless as if frozen in a snowy mountain.

Yang Qinglan glanced back, then leaned into Li Changzhou's ear: "...Come in."

She twisted her small waist back and forth.

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"You're becoming more shameless." At the dinner table, Li Qianxia, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, accused.

"Hmm." Yang Qinglan was satisfied, lazily leaning against the chair back, nodding lazily.

Looking at her, Li Qianxia's expression was indescribable.

Li Changzhou, without the philosopher's openness, was slightly embarrassed and changed the subject: "Earlier, it's my reward, can I..."

"Take off women's clothes?"

Li Changzhou looked at Turquoise Pool, her hand supporting her cheek, staring at him with a smile, her hair like first snow.

"Though the Great Dao has no high or low, I doubt a spell, skill, divine skill, or Saint focused on undressing people would be much studied."

"But you already did."

Pausing, Li Changzhou continued: "My ability is similar to 'Hand of Destruction,' called 'Superpower Prohibition.' With me as the center, within a thousand-meter diameter sphere, all skills, superpowers, and items below Heavenly Immortal can't be used."

The clothes of Turquoise Pool, Si, and others use Mier Metal, reliant upon 'abilities' for transformations; otherwise, they're just metal balls.

"That reminds me," Li Changzhou suddenly pondered, "in future battles, wear ordinary clothes, of course, you all should as well."

From this point onwards, the earlier jumble proved necessary.

With action as promised, Yang Qinglan retrieved a piece of Mier Metal, weaving light garments for everyone, allowing normal movement even for ordinary people.

Simple weaving, absent any magic.

"Additionally, this." Li Changzhou produced the Library.

Reduced in size, the Library resembled a bell, whispering mystical words when the wind blew, audible if listened closely.

"The voice?" Li Qianxia curiously asked.

"Gone. I didn't take it, I bought it as an item, the consciousness forcibly put to sleep by the system, permanently extrapolating information."

Li Qianxia took the bell, bringing it to her ear to carefully listen.

With her shared [Divine Body] physique and Earth Immortal strength, she heard faint broken phrases up-close.

"Cotton swab... Cotton swab? Used for surgical site or puncture areas... Watar... Empire's National Potential Enhancement Department... What is all this?"

Rapid record speed led to fragmentation.

If the Library were enlarged, the speed relatively slowed, surprisingly allowing instantaneous irrational knowledge absorption, turning one monstrous.

In this knowledge, potential taboos might be contained, known or heard, bringing Ancient God-like curses.

"Useless!" Li Qianxia heavily put down the Library.

Yang Qinglan picked it up, heard: "Exile... Tattooed man..."

Everyone took turns playing with it, hearing no useful news; it recorded even someone's night dream statements.

The person unexpectedly happened to be a Stealth Star individual.

Where the Stealth Star resided, what Stealth Star individuals looked like flashed by, as if a big "omit" between preceding and succeeding lines raised doubts: is omitting the reference answer brainless?

Thinking this, "that voice" recognizing Li Changzhou astounded in difficulty? Nearly akin to a monkey drafting a complete "Four Collections" on a computer.

"It's a pity," Turquoise Pool chuckled, "it didn't foresee its fate, otherwise wouldn't have actively sought your help... Now it makes sense."

As she spoke, she realized.

Everyone grasped as well.

Perhaps plunging into sleep for full-force information extrapolation pursued the Library consciousness's 'destiny.'

In this world, is there a whip more effective than value games? Who could rouse the Library with a lash?

No point worrying about collecting all Libraries.

Such an important Creation Artifact, Li Changzhou unmoved; Saints would be tempted, restoring completeness inevitably.

"Indeed, Saint's subconscious is harsh." Li Qianxia admired.

This sleep seemed ruinous.