The Pen That Can't Fly

In the twenty-seventh year of Hong Guang, the allied forces of seven nations invaded the Great Blue Dynasty.
Rifled muskets, mortars, and armored vehicles combined into a steel tide, were ultimately shattered by the Great Blue's armored cavalry.
Muscle, magic, firearms, cannons... the new and the old powers continuously collided.
In an era of great strife, Li Fei, with the help of a Ten Thousand Blood Bead, gradually became an existence akin to a BOSS:
'Is this the extent of your damage? You haven't even taken off one-thousandth of my health.'
'You don't think this is enough to kill me, do you?'
'Don't rush, the second phase is up next!'
......

This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick!

"It seems that my entering the dream realm was not influenced by a True Master in the shadows, but rather caused by this new surge of Qi within the 'Dream Command'."


Li Fei looked at the surrounding fog, his mind brimming with speculation.


"When did this Qi start to appear? My first dream entry was on Daluo Peak, so did it start back then?"


"The person who said 'the box is empty,' is that the disciple of the Daluo Sect that I'm possessing? And who is the little Taoist with the True Master's cultivation from the Daluo Sect?"


Li Fei had too many questions in his mind.


Unfortunately, the clues known to him were still too few, and he was unable to clarify the truth.


"Perhaps the truth lies within that hall."


Li Fei once again used the Nightmare Sect's magic to clear the thick fog before him.


The next second, he found himself back inside that hall.


"Senior Brother, this is this year's Elixir."


Chapter 27: Contest for Fame, Abandoning Fame