The Unruly Immortals

"Tap... tap... tap" The sound of staggering footsteps became clear as the sound of rain gradually diminished.

Covering her bleeding abdomen, Yang Na, evidently familiar with these footsteps, rushed outside into the rain without worrying about her tears.

But Chen Hongyu, standing beside her, quickly grabbed her forcefully.

As Yang Na tried to pry her fingers off, three figures came in from outside.

It was Li Huowang. He looked severely injured, with gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and blunt force injuries covering his entire body, leaving bloody footprints mixed with rainwater on the ground.

The neurotic Ba Nanxu followed his sister, supporting Li Huowang as they walked inside. Neither of them looked much better. "Amazing, Huowang, I really underestimated you. Someday let's get together."

As Li Huowang walked from outside into the room, with his consciousness gradually fading, he summoned his last bit of strength, turned around, closed the door, and locked it firmly.

After doing all this, Li Huowang's body was instantly exhausted. His fatigue reached the extreme as he leaned against the door, slowly sliding down, finally closing the door.

Seeing Li Huowang's injuries, Wu Qi, who was bandaging Zhao Shuangdian's subordinate, the big beard, quickly ran over with a medical box. After injecting a dose of medicine into Li Huowang, she rushed to stop his bleeding.

But the messy wounds in front of her left her momentarily unsure where to start.

"Why... why..." Li Huowang, with pale lips, murmured repeatedly.

His gaze swept over everyone's faces, capturing their expressions.

Li Huowang noticed that apart from Zhao Lei being missing, Ling'er, who usually twitched at the corner of Zhao Shuangdian's mouth, was also gone. The Fate Commander of White Jade Capital had once again decreased in number, and he didn't know if they could come back this time.

"Why did I kill so many Fate Commanders? Why haven't I returned to narrating? Why? Is it because I didn't take action at White Jade Capital??"

But Wu Qi obviously didn't have the time to pay attention to what he was saying now. "He's lost too much blood! If he keeps bleeding, he'll go into hypovolemic shock! Who here is O negative?"

"I am." An unexpected voice rang out.

Qing Wanglai, wearing his signature smile, stepped through the others to stand in front of Li Huowang, extending his right hand towards Wu Qi.

Seeing the anger and killing intent in Li Huowang's eyes, Qing Wanglai pushed up his rimless glasses on his nose bridge.

"Don't get agitated. You can't afford high blood pressure now. If it rises, your remaining blood might all get pumped out."

As Li Huowang suddenly stood up, drawing his Copper Coin Sword towards Qing Wanglai, everyone else quickly rushed to hold him back.

With a "click" sound, the noise of bullets being chambered was heard, and two guns were aimed at Qing Wanglai from behind, one held by Ba Nanxu and the other by Yang Na.

Ba Nanxu, with a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, held the handgun against Qing Wanglai's occiput, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Qing, this is not a proper way to handle things."

However, facing the threat of death, Qing Wanglai appeared unruffled, smiling as he turned to look at Zhao Shuangdian. "Sister Zhao, won't you give me a chance to explain? Besides, I haven't done anything heinous, have I?"

"Speak, explain clearly everything you know." Zhao Shuangdian reached out to take the computer, watching Qing Wanglai start typing quickly.

Qing Wanglai didn't speak immediately. He stood upright in place, leisurely took a glasses cloth from his pocket, took off his rimless glasses, breathed onto the lenses, wiped them left and right, and then put them back on his face.

"Li Huowang, you have seen it, haven't you? You surely saw it, right?" He lowered his head, gazing down at Li Huowang leaning against the door. "Otherwise, all my efforts would be for nothing."

"I don't know what you're talking about!! I just want to tear you to pieces!" Li Huowang glared at him, gritting his teeth.

Facing Li Huowang's threat, Qing Wanglai sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Forgotten again. If it weren't for the pressing situation, I really wouldn't want to deal with someone like you."

Wu Qi, standing by, snapped at Qing Wanglai, "Stop talking nonsense! What are you doing standing there? Raise your hand high!"

As Qing Wanglai raised his right hand, the scarlet blood from his body gradually flowed into Li Huowang through the conduit. "Now? Do you remember?"

Li Huowang grabbed the blood transfusion tube with one hand, pulled it out forcefully, and threw it to the ground, propping himself up against the door to stand again.

Seeing this, Wu Qi was so furious she nearly had a heart attack. "Oh! What are you doing!! Lie down immediately!"

"You clearly saw the existence, and you still question my decision?" Qing Wanglai asked Li Huowang incredulously.

Hearing Qing Wanglai's words, Li Huowang paused, refraining from making any drastic moves.

"Perhaps you think I'm heartless, but you understand, don't you, how powerful that Fusheng Heaven you speak of is? Facing such a situation, my plan is the best option. Only by doing this can we have a sliver of hope."

Qing Wanglai took a step forward, looked down at Li Huowang, and said, "Or, facing such an enemy, can you come up with another solution?"

"If you can think of an effective alternative to get us through this crisis, I promise I'll abandon my plan and fully support you. I promise."

Finally, Li Huowang spoke, "You keep saying you're helping us, but what are you really doing! How are you different from Fusheng Heaven! What's different in the end!"

"Of course it's different." Qing Wanglai said matter-of-factly, "We are mere projections. If the projection disappears, as long as the screen is still there, it can be reproduced at any time. But if the real us are all gone, then we might not even have one last chance."

Qing Wanglai's words provoked dissatisfaction from Zhao Shuangdian behind him, "Don't speak so vaguely. Be more specific."

Qing Wanglai turned around to face Zhao Shuangdian, "Your elephant theory is wrong. In reality, we are projections, but we're not the only projection. There are two projections, like two different shadows of a person under two light sources."

"Only by comparing the projections from both sides can we understand what the reality, unfathomable to mortals, truly is. In Buddhist terms, this is the Three Bodies: Nirmanakaya, Sambhogakaya, and finally Dharmakaya."

"One layer here, Nirmanakaya," he turned towards Li Huowang, meaningfully pointing at his chest, "and one layer there, Sambhogakaya."

Qing Wanglai spoke as his expression became serious. He lowered his head and whispered into Li Huowang's ear, "Brother Li, I am still the person I was then, and everything I do is for the people of the world."

Upon hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils slightly contracted, and then he trembled, opening his mouth wide and fiercely biting down on Qing Wanglai's left ear. With a spray of blood, Qing Wanglai's entire left ear was torn off by Li Huowang.

Missing an ear, Qing Wanglai stepped back. Even with the blood pouring, he remained indifferent, his face still bearing that signature smile, as if this body were not his own.

"Just a projection, not that important. My plan isn't overly complicated; it's about sacrificing the Dharmakaya and Nirmanakaya to save the only Dharmakaya, to save the real us."

With a smile, Qing Wanglai reached out, tightly gripping Li Huowang's single hand, looking at him with passionate eyes, his voice carrying a hint of entreaty, "Brother Li, help me once more, I beg you, please hurry up and die."