Volume Two: Bandits in This Place Chapter 120: Insight into Heaven and Earth

The Realm of Divine Connection has its secret method: condensing qi outside the body.

It is said that in ancient times, a great master could, in a single breath, unleash the qi within their body outward, blocking the sky and shading the sun, as if displaying their dantian to the world.

Transforming into objects and forms, changing according to the heart—“orders changed from morning to night.”

Lin Changtian possessed the strength of the Divine Connection realm and could even spar evenly with true masters of that level.

Yet, he did not know the secret method to this realm.

Lost in thought, he dozed off. After drinking a cup of wine, he fell into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes, it was like a dozing tiger suddenly shaking itself awake.

His abdomen ached strangely, filled with the essence of heaven and earth’s creation.

“What is this? Am I going to be a father?” Lin Changtian murmured, dazed for a long time before shaking his head firmly. “How can I be a father? Giving birth is supposed to be the mother’s role…”

The Lord of Sishan never failed to surprise. Whether it was the unexpected assault on Anma City or the sudden abdominal pain... suspecting himself of carrying someone’s child.

“Who did this to me?” A thin sweat appeared on Lin Changtian’s forehead. Though he bore a fierce expression, his words sounded more like a lamenting woman betrayed by her lover.

Joking with himself made the pain in his abdomen somewhat bearable. He casually glanced down at the cup and the wine stains on the ground.

“Yikes! There’s poison in that wine!” Lin Changtian imagined an elaborate conspiracy, bowing his head and stomping his feet in hatred.

He slowly closed his eyes, envisioning the smug face of the wine-selling woman from the east.

“I, Lin, have devoted myself to Sishan, fighting through countless battles, never wounded amidst thousands, yet I was secretly attacked by a mere wine-selling woman! She must be jealous of me... jealous of what exactly?”

Lin Changtian pondered, stroking his chin, considering what this woman could possibly envy.

Hmm, perhaps it was his handsome appearance that made her jealous, knowing she could never have him, so she sought to ruin him.

Indeed, women at certain ages are ruthless, but... it’s all because of deep affection. After all, he was born with a strikingly handsome face.

Lin Changtian was pleased. Ignoring the lingering pain, he hummed a tune as he walked down the mountain.

A handsome man like me dying young? Hmph, that would be the greatest regret recorded in history!

His mind was always unconventional.

Lin Changtian stepped, twirled, and leapt, walking with his eyes closed, imagining the admiration he deserved.

Perhaps his arrogance was too much even for the heavens to tolerate. Whether the Heavenly Lord was jealous of talent or not, one thing was certain: he could not stand scoundrels.

So, at a bustling city intersection, under the watchful eyes of many, Lin Changtian’s flow of qi suddenly stalled. Before opening his eyes, he stumbled and fell, unable to move.

“Changtian, get up quickly! At my age, I can’t stand to see you suffer like this,” Liu Qingshan called from a street corner, feigning surprise and quickly stepping aside.

“Senior Liu, what have I done to offend you this time?” Lin Changtian struggled to rise, gritting his teeth against the pain.

Liu Qingshan blinked. Though he wanted to admit he was the righteous warrior acting on heaven’s behalf, this fellow was usually so talkative that he feared more trouble behind his back.

“Don’t blame me for your fall; it’s your own fault for walking around with your eyes closed,” Liu Qingshan said, stroking his beard with a smile and scolding lightly.

Lin Changtian remained silent, contemplating how to ruin Liu Qingshan’s reputation.

Hmm, let’s say he’s having an affair with that eastern wine-seller—both are equally devious...

“Senior Liu, have you eaten? If not, go home and eat. I’m not sticking around with you,” Lin Changtian said irritably.

“Ah, standing there, what if I have eaten?”

Lin Changtian frowned, sneering, “After the war, Sishan has much to rebuild. If you’ve eaten, then go home and ‘produce’ it, save it for tomorrow’s meal. Your digestive system is different from others; you wouldn’t understand saving and rationing…”

The old man’s face twisted in anger, glaring at Lin Changtian, then his expression turned strange.

“You’re clutching your abdomen, seeming to be in pain there. Don’t you want to know why?”

“Well... I drank the wine sold by the eastern woman, and this is what happened...” Lin Changtian trailed off, noticing Liu Qingshan’s increasingly grave expression. If this were the Central Plains in the past, just putting on a white coat, one line would suit him perfectly:

“Sir, I have good news for you. Your illness is so rare that we’ve decided to name it after you!”

Liu Qingshan said solemnly, “Who told you to drink the wine from the east? Didn’t you ask around? That wine is specially made for girls! If a boy drinks it, it might cause fetal qi—it’s like getting pregnant!”

“Really?”

“Why would I lie to you? This is a strange river in the northern lands that cures infertility. Even if a man drinks it... as the ancients say, when the melon is ripe, it falls naturally. At the right time, something will split open under the ribs, and the child will come out,” Liu Qingshan said seriously, face stern.

Lin Changtian’s expression was complex, ranging from frustration to astonishment, then deep confusion.

“So, would the child call me father or mother? Hmm, could I be called a ‘male mother’?” The Lord of Sishan was truly a strategist, always thinking ahead—even now, his curious mind was on the future newborn.

If Liu Qingshan hadn’t burst out laughing, Lin Changtian might have seriously debated this academic question.

With a gloomy face, Lin Changtian regretted talking to the old man and turned away, intending to confront the eastern wine tavern.

“Lin’s son, take it easy, take it easy,” Liu Qingshan came over, leaning on his cane, smiling. “I won’t tease you anymore. This abdominal pain is actually a great blessing.”

Lin Changtian shook his head, unconvinced. He was no masochist; how could this be a joy?

“Try to circulate your qi, remember to push it outward, don’t hold back,” Liu Qingshan said, pressing on Lin Changtian’s dantian, his smile fading.

“With full force? Isn’t that risky... we’re still at a busy street corner,” Lin Changtian muttered, entering a state of emptiness amid Liu Qingshan’s shocked gaze.

Qi engulfed mountains and rivers, vast as a tiger’s roar.

His surroundings solidified; an armor-like light shone outward. Unlike before, this momentum surged fiercely, rising from the earth.

Seven feet tall, then ten zhang... spanning twenty li wide, not an inch yielding, impervious even to flies and mosquitoes.

Floating between heaven and earth, battling the void.

Sishan was called the Sky-Swallowing Python because of its towering shape, dominating all beneath it. Even the sky above was but a breath away.

A masterpiece of divine craftsmanship and heavenly fate.

But today’s immense luminous image was unimaginable... born of human power.

It enveloped all of Sishan—scholars, warriors, wine drinkers, onlookers, passersby, officials, and generals mustering troops. In a moment, as if by agreement, all raised their heads to gaze at the divine phenomenon.

Chen Ziliang was especially moved. Carrying his spear, he pointed at the light image, holding Lin Xiaoxi and weeping bitterly, “See? Ultraman really exists in this world...”

Ah, a man remains a boy until death.

“This power... even in the realm of Heavenly Decree, this is unheard of!” Liu Qingshan exclaimed, frowning. He was at the center of the qi sea but felt no ripple or disturbance.

Calm and collected, like a fierce tiger resting on a mountain.

Everyone watched the massive light image, which blocked the sky and sun, even pressing down on the Creator’s aura.

The sky gathered thunderous swords, decreeing heaven and earth to swiftly punish evildoers.

The luminous figure stood solemn. The person beneath was not tall; his robe fluttered, untouched by dust.

Half-drunk, softly chanting, unafraid of the cold—by the river, a smile makes the sky seem vast.

His eyes were clear yet lifeless, not resembling Lin Changtian’s.

He glanced at Liu Qingshan once, and the old man fell silent, fainting.

“I gaze at the stars, yearning for freedom, how can you stop me?” The man sat cross-legged, upright, as if reasoning with the heavens.

But the ruthless heavens struck again and again with thunder, shattering the light’s barrier and striking the figure, crackling with sparks.

“Thunder roars, but rain is light; you cannot harm me,” the man said with a playful scolding, slowly sitting up and gazing intently, as if chiding the unruly clouds.

“Kill him!”

With overwhelming fury, the thunder abruptly ceased.

The man, somewhat cynical, quickly shed his murderous intent, vanishing along with the thunder.

“People erect gods and buddhas in their hearts, treating evil as ancient fierce beasts. Tsk tsk, who cares if they’re still human? I can’t stand it; I have to fight you,” he said with a smile, as if doing something ordinary.

Clouds rolled, the sky hung low. After the storm, those who should leave left, and those who should stay remained.

The sky cleared, another fine day. The light image gradually shrank, descending from the dome to someone’s spirit, shortening by dozens of zhang, only a few fathoms left.

The man closed his eyes and fainted. When he awoke, he was still the Lord of Sishan.

Lin Changtian—the scholar, warrior, singer, and jester.

Sishan’s bustling quieted. Someone shouted the name of Commander Lin, and the powerful voice surged wave after wave.

The intimidating sounds cowed all petty thieves.

The commotion woke the fainted Liu Qingshan. Leaning on his cane, he slowly stood, silently approaching the sleeping Lin Changtian to inspect him.

The old man held grudges; he first kicked him, then frowned and muttered, “Who is that man? Using Changtian’s body, yet like a fallen emperor reclaiming his own.”

Ruling the world with majesty and authority.

Who could he be? Liu Qingshan had no time to ponder, for Lin Changtian awoke, and his first words enraged the old man beyond measure.

“Huh? I fell asleep again? That’s not the worst part—why is the first person I see when I open my eyes Senior Liu? How unlucky,” Lin Changtian said with a gloomy face, truly feeling the rest of his day would be miserable.

As expected, Liu Qingshan, with a mouthful of scolding, raised his cane and knocked him over like a salted fish in water, showing only one side.

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