Chapter 105: Wildfire in the Torrential Rain

The torrential rain continued to pour down, and the Maybach’s speed gradually slowed. Inside the car, the two conversed as if they were not weaving through the perilous Nibelungen but rather enjoying a leisurely vacation.

“What’s with this music? It sounds all weird and clunky—can you change the track?” Lu Mingfei crossed his arms, a look of displeasure on his face.

“Huh? Really?” Chen Motong asked, puzzled.

She couldn’t discern anything unusual in the music, but judging by Lu Mingfei’s expression, he must have heard something peculiar. However, his reaction was far from the suppressed or primal display described by the school director; he merely seemed a bit unsettled. Perhaps, due to his strong lineage, he could perceive sounds only those with a high concentration of bloodline could hear, yet not reaching the level of a Dragon King, so he was immune to the side effects the Dragon King would suffer.

That must be it.

Knowing death is inevitable, one might as well die beautifully.

Behind them, the Maybach roared on, the song “Wildfire” nearing its crescendo.

“Brother, you’re clever indeed. But even if you’ve obtained that alchemical knowledge, what can you truly change? It’s just knowledge, not power. The gap between you and Odin is insurmountable. He is a powerful sub-adult Dragon King, while you—my brother—are merely a juvenile Dragon King.”

“Alright, alright. What song do you want to switch to? You name it.”

“I won’t die.”

Lu Mingfei chuckled softly, reaching out his hand to meet Lu Mingze’s palm. The knowledge belonging to Xiami was transferred into his mind, and he slowly closed his eyes to digest it.

“...Alchemical weapon?”

“You know about me?”

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes as surges of elemental energy radiated around him. The raindrops slowed as they fell through an invisible field surrounding his body, and some even halted midair, suspended.

“Hmph.”

From the profile he had compiled, she could preliminarily deduce that Odin harbored terrifying secrets—secrets so profound that ignorance might have been bliss.

Unsheathing a sword—not for slaughter,

but to rend the clouds above the ground.

The clanking sound resembled hooves pounding against the earth. A colossal eight-legged steed charged toward Lu Mingfei like a rampaging tank. Amidst the stormy night, thunder roared explosively, almost attempting to drown out the Maybach’s growl.

Soon after, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes and smiled. “I’ll show you that knowledge is power.”

He gathered his resolve once more, glaring at Odin tapping rhythmically on the ground, and bellowed, “Knock, knock, knock—you just won’t stop, will you? Are you crazy? Are you trying to piss me off with that random banging? Well, I admit, you succeeded!”

This guy was dangerous; better to keep one’s distance in the future!

Beneath Odin’s mask, his expression shifted drastically. According to known information, Lu Mingfei had undergone a brainstem surgery, so the clanking sound should have exerted strong control over him.

“Wildfire” was the Maybach’s roar; the blazing light was its gaze. Stomping through the splashing rain, it advanced like a fearless warrior sounding the horn of rebellion—raising the banner of defiance against fate, igniting life with will, breaking free from shackles.

“Just with your current strength?”

Before this, he had already stored vast power within his evil eye, and forging the Flame Spear required fully igniting this fire-elemental evil eye. Once the eye’s power was depleted, the spear would regress into a common alchemical weapon, and the eye itself would lose all function due to internal structural damage.

The evil eye was the spear’s core, igniting its tip; the crimson shaft burned fiercely.

Three minutes later, the Flame Spear would become useless.

Though Nono’s strength was somewhat weaker, her loyalty was unparalleled. Without much hesitation, she grabbed her weapon and stepped out with Lu Mingfei, standing behind him to confront Odin.

After a brief silence, the little devil sighed helplessly and spread her hands. “Alright, alright, the knowledge is yours. Beyond that, I wash my hands of it. If you die here, I won’t care.”

“Oh?”

The little devil questioned.

However, Chen Motong saw clearly that the alchemical equipment in Lu Mingfei’s hand indeed amplified the power of the word spirit. It could even ignite the spear directly, elevating the weapon’s strength by an entire tier—a truly precious artifact.

A low growl of pressure startled Nono awake. She instinctively obeyed Lu Mingfei’s command, stepping on the brake and halting. She eyed the boy warily, sensing that he was serious.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei made a charging stance. With his human form, proud and confident, he wielded the Flame Spear and surged toward the mythic figure. Now, he was the strongest warrior in the world.

He felt as if some even more terrifying presence was fixated on him—a danger surpassing the peril of forging the Flame Spear.

Odin sought to suppress the elemental fire within the spear using his authority, but he could not. The flames contained a special power that could not be extinguished.

Lu Mingfei exhaled a breath of stale air. Looking seriously at the little devil, he continued, “You didn’t come to me just to say these things, did you?”

At the opposite end of the Maybach’s gaze stood a towering, majestic figure cloaked in dark gold armor, gleaming under the downpour. He wielded a curved spear, its arc like a falling meteor’s trail—pointing toward the end of life. That was Gungnir!

Does such a being still exist in this world?

Is it because of Lu Mingze?

At this moment, Odin was already considering retreating. Lu Mingfei’s transformation was drastic, far beyond what Odin had understood from his previous cycles. He couldn’t fathom why Lu Mingfei was immune to the clanking sound, which should have made him lose control and transform into a dragon. Something was very wrong.

Lu Mingfei’s will snapped back to reality. Though much time had passed in the virtual world, only an instant had passed in the real one. Xiami’s alchemical knowledge gave him the confidence to challenge Odin.

“Let’s fight!”

He paused briefly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Looking at Lu Mingze, he said, “Isn’t it time to hand over Xiami’s alchemical knowledge to me?”

A burst of explosive sound rang out. Odin, riding his eight-legged steed, took a step back, while Lu Mingfei, in human form, was flung backward. He stabbed the Flame Spear into the ground; the blazing fire ignited the earth, leaving dark crimson scorch marks.

The eight-legged horse lowered its head and roared fiercely, pounding the ground as if preparing to unleash its full power. Odin slightly bent forward, holding the reins with one hand and pointing Gungnir’s tip at Lu Mingfei, ready to strike the blow that would pierce fate.

“Lu Mingfei, I’m counting on you.”

Yet,

his evolution seemed unlike before—different from every previous reincarnation. His spirit and vitality were perfect, an ultimate whole rather than a monster warped by newfound power. This was true evolution.

Lu Mingfei pondered briefly, sensing the sudden powerful presence ahead. A slight smile appeared, though he felt some pressure. Finally, he said, “Then... let’s play ‘Wildfire.’ I downloaded it before.”

Spitting a mouthful of blood, he stood up again, eyes fixed on Odin.

“Not bad power.”

Suddenly, time in the world seemed to freeze. The little devil, elegantly dressed in a formal tailcoat and holding an umbrella, approached from nearby. She no longer clutched her beloved popcorn but wore refined gold-rimmed glasses. She looked at Lu Mingfei solemnly and said:

“Using heaven and earth as the forge? No, I should say, as expected.”

Chen Motong murmured quietly.

Odin watched as Lu Mingfei forged the spear. He sensed the threat; it was a dangerously potent alchemical weapon. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered breaking it with his authority—he simply couldn’t.

Wrapped in biting wind,

Hearts will never bleed.

The fiery prelude ignited inside the Maybach, like a stubborn flame amidst the storm.

“Boom!!”

Lu Mingfei snorted lightly, as if sensing Nono’s thoughts. He held up the fire-element evil eye with one hand before him and whispered:

“Heaven and earth as the forge.”

In all observed timelines, Lu Mingfei had never grown so rapidly. Usually, at this moment, he would be a common underdog, humble to the point of sinking into the dirt.

A towering figure sat astride a majestic steed—an enormous horse roaring like thunder. Its eyes and mouth glowed with white lightning, and its eight powerful legs stood firm on the ground. The dark gold hooves could easily shatter the surface.

But in reality, he only felt a bit uncomfortable listening; nothing else was abnormal.

“Truly surprising. You’ve grown to this level purely by willpower in such a short time. Now, I must reassess your threat.” Odin’s voice rumbled from atop the eight-legged horse.

I have three minutes.

“Still feels a bit painful.”

Lu Mingfei stared at the Flame Spear in his hand, elemental fire surging through him. It was a feeling full of power, but this power came at a cost—it couldn’t be used indiscriminately.

“Stop the car!”

“No, someone’s waiting for me.”

“Alright, I’ll wait and see.”

But now it was different. Lu Mingfei was spirited, brimming with confidence and pride—like a completely different person from the one he once knew.

“Fine.”

Lu Mingfei shouted sharply.

“Brother, with your current strength, you’re probably no match for Odin. This might be a life-or-death battle—you must prepare yourself mentally.”

The flames melted the elevated highway, consuming it until it liquefied and pooled before the evil eye in Lu Mingfei’s hand, gradually shaping into a crimson spear.

With that single sentence, she fell silent.

Beneath the fierce iron mask, a dazzling golden eye pierced the darkness.

Inside the Maybach, gasps echoed.

After stopping the car, Lu Mingfei cranked the volume of “Wildfire” to maximum. Looking at Chen Motong, he smiled and said, “Heh, do you think I’m bluffing?”

The Flame Spear clashed with Gungnir, the fiery field engulfing Odin. The roaring eight-legged horse emitted lightning as flames and thunder collided, exploding in a cataclysmic clash—a final duel between kings.

Lu Mingze’s words did not shake Lu Mingfei’s will. He simply looked at the little devil with pride and stubbornness, standing tall with fire burning in his gaze.

Does he want to fight again?

“What song?”

“Few know you, but I happen to be one of those few.” Odin whispered while tapping the ground rhythmically with Gungnir’s tip.

She sighed helplessly, looking at Lu Mingfei beside her and muttered, “Why do you always talk about Odin? Look, you just lured the man himself here. Now, it’s over.”

He knew well that Odin was probably a long-lived Dragon King, possessing vast knowledge and possibly a deep connection to a certain school director.

Unsheath a sword—not to kill,

but to tear through the clouds above.

Like a man, he turned around, opened the Maybach door, and stepped into the rain, gazing at Odin not far away. He lifted his head proudly and declared, “You’ve been waiting long, haven and wind king—Odin.”

“Riding the eight-legged steed, wielding Gungnir, cloaked in a dark blue mantle—the one-eyed god king. Is this the Odin Chu Zihang once encountered? Damn, we’ve met this guy too!” Chen Motong clenched her fists, biting her lip.

Lu Mingze has this ability?

He was sealed by Gungnir; he shouldn’t be able to do this. So how is this guy immune to my clanking sound? Has his brain recovered?

The Maybach still roared, “Wildfire” nearing its climax. Chen Motong watched Lu Mingfei’s back and the Odin behind him, tightening her grip on her weapon.

Blazing flames ignited. Amplified by the fire-element evil eye, they unleashed astonishing power. Odin’s Nibelungen was like a natural mine to Lu Mingfei, allowing him to forge powerful alchemical weapons on the spot.

The thunderous steed.

That must be it. Otherwise, how else could this guy know he was the king of sky and wind? Only that man could have enabled Lu Mingfei’s rapid evolution.

“Boom!!”

Without the proper conditions, Lu Mingfei had to master the principle of “Heaven and Earth as the Forge” to practice alchemy. Otherwise, he couldn’t craft such alchemical weapons. So his use of this principle was not surprising—but his effect seemed unusually strong.

“Phew~”

Could it be...

Lu Mingfei was drawn into a new variable, and the source of danger was the origin of that variable. Had my previous authority over Lu Mingfei become invalid?

Just as the Flame Spear solidified, that dangerous gaze vanished. That presence seemed to warn: If you want to fight, go ahead. But do not interrupt Lu Mingfei’s forging of the Flame Spear, or I will kill you outright.

Scorching wildfire.

Lu Mingfei lifted the Flame Spear with one hand, its tip pointed at Odin. Flames formed a domain, a power capable of igniting the world. Scattered red sparks fell to the ground, burning in the rain, rising smoke, showing no sign of extinguishing.

“Pfft!”

Even Lu Mingze probably couldn’t do this.

Lu Mingfei said with absolute certainty.

Odin’s lips curled slightly. He hadn’t suffered significant damage yet. Compared to him, Lu Mingfei was still immature in strength. Though he couldn’t extinguish the unyielding flames with his authority, the battle was far from over.

Then, he saw a horrifying sight: Gungnir itself was now engulfed in the undying flames, burning fiercely and impossible to douse, as if the spear would be consumed entirely.

(The End of this Chapter)