After midnight, the cultivators who had eaten their black bread lay on the ground to rest.
Long Xiao sat cross-legged and began to cultivate a technique from the "Dragon Treasury."
After cultivating for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt something approaching. Long Xiao's eyes snapped open, and he saw two green lights appear in the darkness.
As the green lights grew closer, they also grew larger. All the cultivators heard the noise and woke up, looking towards the green lights.
"This is bad, the Main God's divine tiger is here," one cultivator shouted.
Another cultivator said, "It must be here to find the Main God."
The two green lights suddenly accelerated and charged forward. The cultivators did not dodge; they stood their ground and watched.
Long Xiao leaped up and punched towards the middle of the two green lights. With a bang, a white giant tiger was sent flying by Long Xiao's punch.
This white giant tiger was twice the size of an ordinary tiger.
As the giant tiger landed, Long Xiao released his spiritual energy to observe. He discovered that the giant tiger's head had been smashed by his punch and it was twitching.
The cultivators, having found torches from somewhere and lit them, followed Long Xiao to the giant tiger.
"Main God, you've killed your own mount," the leader of the cultivators said.
Long Xiao sighed and said, "I told you, I am not the Main God. If I were the Main God, how could I have killed this white tiger?"
The cultivators felt that Long Xiao's words made sense and nodded, looking at him.
The leader of the cultivators said, "Main God, your appearance perfectly matches the records in our scriptures."
In the past, someone must have emerged from that mysterious region and been seen by ancient cultivators, who then recorded the event.
"What is written in the scriptures is not necessarily correct. For example, the scriptures you chant have many errors, and chanting them has no effect."
"You understand the ancient scriptures?" the leader of the cultivators asked.
Long Xiao nodded and said, "I only understand a little."
Long Xiao did not intend to correct all the errors in the scriptures; he only wanted to prove that the scriptures contained many mistakes. Thus, Long Xiao corrected a small section of the scriptures for the cultivators.
The cultivators sat on the ground and chanted according to the corrected scriptures. Soon, some of them discovered that their demonic energy had slightly increased.
All the cultivators scrambled to their feet and knelt before Long Xiao, saying in unison, "Thank you, Main God, for correcting the errors in the scriptures."
Long Xiao was stunned for a moment, realizing he had made a mistake.
He had finally managed to make these cultivators believe he was not the Main God, only to change their minds again by correcting the scriptures.
This was the information age, and if they believed he was the Main God, it would be a huge problem.
Explaining further would be very difficult. Long Xiao finally decided to escape first.
Suddenly, Long Xiao stood up and said, "You all rest. I'm leaving."
Before the cultivators could react, Long Xiao used "Swift Wind" and ran rapidly down Mount Olympus.
Long Xiao instantly disappeared into the darkness. The cultivators shouted and chased after him, but they couldn't even see his shadow.
Running wildly in the dark, with his spiritual energy guiding him, Long Xiao was not worried about falling into a ravine.
In a short time, Long Xiao reached the foot of the mountain. He ran along the mountain valley for a while longer and saw a large number of lights in the distance, resembling a small town. He ran towards it.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the town, Long Xiao slowed his pace and entered.
The town's nightlife was vibrant. Music blared from the bars, and the goods on the various street stalls were dazzling.
Long Xiao's appearance did not attract much attention. He walked into a mobile phone store and looked around, wanting to buy a phone to call Lin Xuan and let her know he was safe.
As he entered the phone store, he remembered that his clothes were long gone. He was wearing the same coarse cloth cultivator robe as the other cultivators.
Long Xiao glanced awkwardly at the phones behind the counter and turned to leave.
"A cultivator wants to buy a phone? That's quite a novelty," Long Xiao heard someone say.
He turned around and saw two stylishly dressed young men. One of them had spoken.
Long Xiao could understand English, but not fluently. He glanced at the two men and prepared to leave.
The other young man said, "Did he not understand you? Look at his appearance, he might be Chinese."
"How can there be cultivators in China? His attire is that of a mountain cultivator."
"I speak Chinese. I'll ask him."
"Hello, esteemed cultivator," one of the young men said.
Long Xiao smiled and asked, "Do you need something from me?"
Hearing Long Xiao speak, the two young men confirmed he was Chinese and looked surprised.
"A Chinese person among cultivators, how strange."
"What's so strange about that? Can't Chinese people cultivate?"
"Of course not. Chinese people are an inferior race; they are not worthy of cultivation."
"What race are you two? Are you a superior race?" Long Xiao asked.
Seeing the two bickering, another young man quickly said, "Forget it, Balin. We still need to buy a phone. Don't argue with him."
Seeing that the two young men looked down on Chinese people, Long Xiao decided to teach them a lesson. He condensed his demonic energy to his fingertip and flicked it towards an acupuncture point on one of the young man's legs.
The young man suddenly cried out, clutching his leg and crouching on the ground.
The other young man asked, "Balin, what's wrong?"
"Muller, my leg hurts terribly. I can't move it," Balin said.
Long Xiao snorted and said, "This is a lesson for you. Don't use this leg anymore. You're only meant to use one leg."
Long Xiao turned and left the phone store. Balin stared at Long Xiao's retreating back, wanting to curse, but the piercing pain in his leg prevented him.
As Long Xiao walked out of the phone store, he heard someone behind him say, "Mister cultivator, please wait."
The pure Beijing accent caught his attention. Long Xiao turned and saw a middle-aged man with an Eastern face walking towards him.
"Hello, Mister cultivator. You are Chinese, aren't you?"
Long Xiao nodded without speaking. The middle-aged man continued, "I am also Chinese. It seems you desperately need a phone. Let me buy you one."
Long Xiao nodded again and said, "Thank you. How much will it be? I'll pay you back next time I see you."
"No need. We are all Chinese. When we meet outside, we should help each other," the middle-aged man said.
Long Xiao followed the middle-aged man back into the phone store. The two young men, seeing Long Xiao return, recoiled in fear.
The middle-aged man let Long Xiao choose a phone. Long Xiao picked out a phone manufactured in China.
After paying, Long Xiao quickly took the phone and called Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan did not answer. When the other person heard Long Xiao's voice, they gasped in surprise and said joyfully, "You must be Brother Long, right? Where are you?"
Long Xiao told them he was in a small town at the foot of Mount Olympus. The other person said, "I am Ms. Lin's secretary. Ms. Lin hasn't been to the company for three days. Her phone was left on her desk, and I just found it. I'll go to Ms. Lin's house right away to find her and have her call you back."
After ending the call, Long Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally return to China. He thanked the middle-aged man again.
The middle-aged man asked curiously, "You're Chinese, why are you cultivating in Greece?"
Long Xiao gave a wry smile and shook his head. "I'm not some cultivator. My clothes were stripped from me in the mountains, and I had nothing to wear, so I picked up this robe."
Long Xiao fabricated a story about exploring Mount Olympus. The middle-aged man listened and laughed heartily, "So that's how it is! Come with me, I'll help you get back to your country."