Chapter 148 Change

Kyoto University, men's dormitory.

"What? Yu-ge, are you saying that we can now use the power of the underworld in the real world?"

Yang Xiangdi's face was full of surprise.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the water in the toilet was easily manipulated by him to fly up and splash onto Ma Fei's body.

Ma Fei: "..."

Qiao Yu nodded.

"I heard it from Professor Shen as well. He said he doesn't know the reason, and people have been sent to investigate the specific situation. It's very likely related to the Western Alliance's Sacred Mountain."

"I'll be damned! Doesn't that mean I can be a mage in the real world too?"

Yang Xiangdi's eyes were filled with surprise. He spread his hands, and the power of the five elements danced at his fingertips.

Qiao Yu's expression was also a little strange. He could summon undead in the real world… Then what difference was there between him and a ghost?

Putting aside everything else, the little skeleton's appearance alone could scare a bunch of people to death just by walking two steps on the road.

You have to know, there are still many people in the real world who have never entered the underworld, such as the aunt who sells soy milk and fried dough sticks on the back street of the school.

The world is changing!

A hint of worry flashed in Qiao Yu's eyes. Being able to use power in the real world would definitely bring earth-shattering changes to the entire Kaiji Star.

But it didn't matter, the big shots would take care of it if the sky fell. The change in Kaiji Star's situation was something Song Qingshan should consider. He was just an ordinary mid-level cultivator and didn't need to worry about it.

"But to be honest, I'm a little curious. You said the God of Sleep appeared after I fell asleep. Who is more powerful, Hypnos the God of Sleep or Thanatos the God of Death?" Ma Fei was a little curious, with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.

Qiao Yu was stumped by Ma Fei's question. He hadn't seen the God of Sleep and the God of Death fight, so how would he know who was more powerful?

At this moment, Yang Xiangdi shook his head and said.

"Ma Fei, you don't understand! Sleep is what gives life! If you sleep with a girl and she gets pregnant, doesn't that mean there's another life?"

"And death, death is making people lose their lives. One destroys and the other creates, of course creation is more powerful! So the God of Sleep is stronger than the God of Death!"

Qiao Yu, Ma Fei: "..."

They vaguely felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

"Alright, stop fooling around! Let's call Zhao Ziyue and leave, otherwise we'll miss the plane!"

Qiao Yu shook his head, unwilling to dwell on the question any longer.

There was a short holiday after the combat competition.

He had promised Fang Biao Zhi before that he would return to Su City after the competition.

Ma Fei and the others were also from Su City, so naturally they wanted to go back and see their families.

Qiao Yu had been brooding over what Fang Biao Zhi said about his father establishing a company called Bai Ze.

Qiao Yu had a hunch that perhaps this trip back to Su City would allow him to learn some of the truth.

…

Just as Qiao Yu and the others were preparing to return to Su City, there was also movement on the snow-covered Sacred Mountain.

"What? Are you saying that the other master of the Wrath of the Gods didn't come back with you?" The Great Elder was shocked.

"Yes, Great Elder, I'm sorry." An Liya said with her head lowered.

The Great Elder paced back and forth within the temple, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Forget it, An Liya, go and rest first. This matter can't be blamed on you either. I didn't expect that there would be a man who could refuse to be partnered with the Sacred Maiden of my Sacred Mountain."

"Old Ninth! Old Tenth!"

"Here!" The other two elders stepped forward.

"The other master of the Wrath of the Gods concerns my Sacred Mountain's century-long plan! This matter is too important, you must personally make a trip!"

The Ninth Elder and Tenth Elder exchanged glances, a hint of apprehension flashing in their eyes.

"Great Elder, the man An Liya spoke of, Qiao Yu, is in the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom…"

"So what if he's in the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom?" The Great Elder stood with his hands behind his back. "If the seal hadn't been released, I would still fear him by three points."

"Now that the seal has been released, the power of ordinary people is not to be feared. Besides Ji Pingyang, Qin Tianhao, and a Shen Jianshu, as well as an old Song Qingshan who doesn't look like he'll last much longer, is there anyone in the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom who can fight?"

"Moreover, don't forget, there's also Bai Ze, who has been lying in wait, biding his time. With the seal released, the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom can be said to be beset by internal and external troubles and is not to be feared. Go, bring the person back to me."

"Yes!"

With the Great Elder's explanation, the Ninth Elder and Tenth Elder finally understood. They went to the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom together.

The Great Elder was right. At this time, Song Qingshan was indeed extremely busy.

The Great Xia Ancient Kingdom's start in the underworld was indeed much later than that of the Western Alliance. After all, when the underworld first came out, everyone thought it was just a large-scale holographic online game.

Playing games was a matter of losing ambition, so parents naturally wouldn't agree to their children immersing themselves in the underworld.

Even if Song Qingshan later realized this and fully promoted the underworld, it was too late. The Great Xia Ancient Kingdom's top combat power was still much less than that of the Western Alliance.

Now that power could be used freely in the real world, it made this old man cry with busyness.

…

The plane slowly landed, and Qiao Yu couldn't help but take a deep breath after getting off the plane.

"The air in Su City is really nostalgic, much better than in Kyoto." Qiao Yu couldn't help but sigh.

Outside the airport, Principal Hong of Su City Fourth High School and Xue Jinlong and the others had already set up banners and were waiting outside the airport to pick them up.

The banner read: [Warmly congratulate the five students from our city's Fourth High School for winning the combat competition!]

It was no joke. Five students from their Su City Fourth High School had won the championship in the combat competition. This achievement could be written into the school history!

Hong Jianguo, with his beer belly, looked smug, afraid that others wouldn't know that he was Qiao Yu's high school principal.

Xue Jinlong was even more smug, afraid that others wouldn't know that he was Qiao Yu's high school class teacher.

Many reporters, media, and passersby also surrounded the airport, wanting to interview these genius teenagers who had come from their Su City.

Qiao Yu and the others were shocked when they walked out of the airport. Countless people surged up, asking questions all at once. This scene would probably kill anyone with social anxiety on the spot.

"Yu-ge, why don't we go back to Kyoto while the plane hasn't left yet…" Yang Xiangdi couldn't help but swallow.

"I agree!" Zhao Ziyue nodded repeatedly.

Qiao Yu also had a headache. They hadn't notified anyone about their return to Su City, so how could there be such a big commotion?

At this moment, two teams of security personnel carrying riot shields separated the crowd, forcibly opening a passage through the crowd.

"Hahaha! Champions, you're finally back!"

Mayor Fang Biao Zhi laughed and walked up from the passage. The people behind him were holding a huge plaque with four large characters written on it in a flamboyant style.

[World Champions]

Qiao Yu looked at the plaque, so embarrassed that his toes immediately began to dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the ground.

What was even more outrageous was that, as they walked along, Fang Biao Zhi's people held up the plaque of World Champions behind them. Qiao Yu and the others felt like they were monkeys in a zoo, being watched by people.

What kind of suffering was this?