Chapter 35 Part 1

A “mother” worries when her “egg” travels a thousand miles. Once Suer learned that Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang’s backpacks could hold a lot, he couldn’t help wanting to stuff in everything they might need for the next hundred years—food, clothing, shelter, and travel.

Suer had originally disagreed with Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang traveling alone.

If it was just an official trip, going out and coming back quickly, that wouldn’t be too dangerous. But Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang were so young. How could they go traveling by themselves?

Amuruo said helplessly, “Back when Leo and Perila set out to travel, I didn’t see you this worried.”

Suer insisted that Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang were “dragon eggs that could bounce all over the place,” while Leo and Perila were “dragon hatchlings with the ability to protect themselves.” In short, they were different.

No one understood the standard by which this Black Dragon classified his hatchlings.

Amuruo felt a bit jealous. “Back then, you weren’t even this worried about me.”

Suer looked puzzled. “When you were young, when did you ever leave my side? Even now, you haven’t much left my side.”

Amuruo thought about it. Cough, that was true. Even when Suer went into closed-door meditation and he absolutely had to head out, he would still leave an avatar to accompany Suer.

In the end, Amuruo still managed to persuade Suer.

Although when out on missions, the Heavenly Father could protect the two young juniors, in the real world when encountering crises, a Prophet would still encounter danger.

Suer wasn’t the only Prophet in this world. Yet the number of Prophets still alive could be counted on one’s fingers. Most of the surviving Prophets had already lost their prophetic abilities.

How could saving the world be so easy?

Before the crisis fully arrived, while they could still shelter their juniors, they should let the two young ones grow quickly. That would be better for them.

Except when Suer was in closed-door meditation, Amuruo was usually too lazy to take the initiative. But whenever Amuruo persisted with an opinion differing from Suer’s, Suer would always end up being persuaded.

This time was no different.

Amuruo not only persuaded Suer to agree to let Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang go out traveling—and after going to Blackstone Town, they didn’t need to rush back but could continue journeying across the world—he also held down Suer’s hand when Suer tried to probe the upper limit of the two’s backpack capacity.

Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang fled as if escaping.

They were twenty years old. Even their biological parents were too lazy to micromanage their lives. After transmigrating to another world, they were treated like hatchlings—never mind. Dragons had long lives; they could accept this elder. But what was this about being long-legged dragon eggs?

A dragon’s thinking really was hard to understand.

The official personnel from Green Sand City would set off later. Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang hid their identities and departed first, bringing only two cat people along as companions.

The two cats were brothers—their entire family consisted of just the two of them. Both were clever and capable in work and combat.

Xia Xifeng couldn’t help but think of himself and Qin Lang whenever he looked at them. As it happened, the Cat Brothers were outstanding in ability, so he hired them as stewards.

Having two cats handle miscellaneous affairs along the way would make their journey much easier.

Once they left the range of the Devil King Stabilizer, they had to rely on a carriage for travel.

It was called a “horse,” but when angered, three spiral horns would sprout from its head and its entire body would blaze with black fire. It didn’t look like any proper “horse” at all.

But since Mr. Amuruo said it was a horse, they’d just take it as a horse.

Xia Xifeng couldn’t get enough of the fine steed.

When players first entered the game, many races of the Dream World had already gone extinct when the apocalypse descended. Many animals could only be glimpsed through the books within the game, showing what they had once looked like.

This fine steed wreathed entirely in black fire resembled the beloved mount of the hell knights from many film and television works. Xia Xifeng had never even seen it in the game.

Xia Xifeng said to Qin Lang, “I suspect the Black Flames are a subordinate clan of Mr. Suer.”

Hearing the name Xia Xifeng had given the fine horse—which he thought was very cool—Qin Lang said, “You need to suspect that?”

Xia Xifeng said, “Mr. Suer never said so outright.”

He rubbed his face against the horse.

The horse gave Xia Xifeng a very annoyed look, its kicking hoof itching to strike.

Cat One and Cat Two hurriedly pulled Xia Xifeng back to prevent the Black Flame from kicking its master again.

How many times had their master been kicked? How did he never learn his lesson?

Even though the magical carriage was equipped with a stabilizer and the roads were very smooth, long-distance travel was still uncomfortable.

Xia Xifeng’s curiosity about the journey overcame the discomfort.

This stretch of road leaving the starter village was one players had long grown sick of.

From wearing tattered clothes, holding a broken wooden stick, relying on their two stubby legs to desperately dash through hordes of monsters, to riding all sorts of divine pets, using all kinds of travel skills, and performing fancy parkour amidst the monsters’ blank stares…

Xia Xifeng knew every single sight along every road from the starter village to the nearby towns.

Let alone Xia Xifeng, even Qin Lang was very familiar.

Whether you were a Lore Player, Life-Skills Player, or Combat Player, you absolutely had to traverse the map.

Although players only descended upon the Dream World after the apocalypse, the geography of the Dream World during the Doomsday Era hadn’t changed drastically. All the towns—still living or abandoned—had existed before the apocalypse.

Those roads stretching in all directions were the crystallization of the labor of the Dream World’s NPCs before the apocalypse. After the apocalypse, they had used their lives to maintain the few major arterial roads and teleportation formations built before, preventing the towns of the apocalypse from being isolated and helpless.

Xia Xifeng was like a player experiencing a full-dive VR game for the first time—in fact, what was the difference between transmigration and playing a full-dive game?

It was completely normal for the Black Flame Horse to be so annoyed it wanted to kick him, because every few dozen meters, Xia Xifeng would shout to stop.

The road was flat and smooth. While playing the game, Xia Xifeng had always been curious about what material these roads were made of and who had maintained them before the apocalypse.

Scrape a bit off the ground, pick up a few pieces of gravel, let me take a look!

Xia Xifeng: “Qin Lang, do you think if I blew up this road right now, someone would ask me for compensation?”

Qin Lang pointed at the magic array on the roadside signpost. “Camera.”

Xia Xifeng: “Wow. I was just joking. I’ll put the dirt back immediately!”

Another few dozen meters on, Xia Xifeng suddenly started shouting excitedly at a large tree.

The Black Flame Horse stopped, snorting fire from its nostrils.

Xia Xifeng lunged towards the tree. “Qin Lang, Qin Lang! Look at this tree! Do you remember this tree?!”

Qin Lang studied the tree, which currently looked completely ordinary. “The Hanging Tree?”

Xia Xifeng mimed a hanging pose, sticking his tongue out.

Xia Xifeng’s action was very stupid, but Qin Lang didn’t mock him.

Because he had done the same stupid thing in the game.

There was an event quest in the game: Help the Hanged Ghosts.

Players had to hang themselves to death on this tree, let their souls leave their bodies to do the quest, and find the BOSS.

The BOSS wasn’t hard, but it required twenty players to form a party. It was an easy, low-conflict welfare event for players.

So every time the event cycle began, there would be twenty players hanging dead from this tree.

This tree—which by the apocalypse had been corroded and grown over with multicolored moss—every time the event was rerun, would bear a weight that life could never endure.

“What are you doing?!” A middle-aged man walked out, holding a longspear, watching Xia Xifeng warily. “This tree is forbidden from being cut! It’s a road marker!”

Behind him, his wife had already taken her bow off her back, ready to bend it and shoot at any moment.

Xia Xifeng blinked, and hot tears welled up.

Middle-aged Man: “???” Even if my tone was a bit harsh, is it really worth crying from fright?

Xia Xifeng pulled a cream cake packed in a paper box from his backpack.

This was a product he had prepared to sell.

Xia Xifeng shoved the cream cake into the middle-aged man’s hand. “Who says a grown man can’t like sweets! Eat! Eat all you want!”

Middle-aged Man: “…”

His wife lowered her bow, looking at Xia Xifeng in confusion.

Qin Lang thought for a moment, then took a fine-quality longbow from his backpack and walked towards the middle-aged man’s wife. “You’re better suited to a longbow.”

The Middle-aged Man’s wife: “Huh? This is too valuable. I can’t accept this!”

“Take it, take it. Did you two just get married? Just think of it as our wedding gift to you. May you be happy forever.” Xia Xifeng also found a fine-quality longspear from his backpack and brought out even more pastries. “Take all of them.”

“Qin Lang, let’s get out of here!”

Xia Xifeng dumped everything on the ground and immediately called for Qin Lang to beat a hasty retreat.

The two jumped into the carriage. Cat One and Cat Two immediately flicked the reins.

The Black Flame Horse pawed the ground, and the carriage took flight.

Ah, the carriage really flew up into the air.

The middle-aged couple stared, wide-eyed, as those two baffling people rode away in a flying carriage.

“Dear, what was that about?”

“I have no idea.”

“Dear, so you love sweets.”

“No, no, no, I absolutely do not!”

“Pfft, if you love them, just love them. Would I despise you for it? Let’s eat them together.”

“Fine, I do like them. But is it really okay to accept such precious gifts?”

The middle-aged couple stared at the huge pile of gifts on the ground, feeling a headache coming on.

“That horse looked like a specialty beast of Green Sand City?”

“Should we ask our colleagues at the Green Sand City road station if they recognize them?”

The middle-aged couple put away the gifts and immediately asked their colleagues.

The moment their colleagues heard, they knew exactly who those two people were, and directly reported it up to Suer.

Suer said to Amuruo, torn between laughter and tears, “Little Feng probably saw something in his precognition and took a liking to them.”

Amuruo said, “They shouldn’t let things they foresaw influence their emotions.”

Suer said indulgently, “They’re still just dragon eggs. They’ll grow out of it.”

Amuruo’s expression turned helpless again.