"Hey, Lao Bei, I heard the epidemic is really bad, and many companies have suspended operations, right? Is your broken company an exception?"
"No, mine's shut down too."
"Then aren't you coming out for a drink tonight?"
"No, no, my head still hurts. You guys have fun tonight."
Ning Bei, who had initially been celebrating the few days of unexpected leisure, never dreamed that the impact of the epidemic would extend far beyond that. The months-long lockdown kept Ning Bei confined to his rental apartment, not taking a single step outside. All three meals had to be delivered by the community aunties.
That wasn't even the worst of it. Ning Bei's company specialized in tourism, and not long after the epidemic passed, it announced its closure. He instantly went from a working stiff to unemployed.
With his low education level, Ning Bei had no choice but to don a yellow robe and embark on the job of knocking on doors house by house according to orders. However, due to the lingering effects of the epidemic, orders significantly shrank, and many riders were left idle at home. Without any surprise, Ning Bei once again returned to his rental apartment, counting the dwindling balance in his card and feeling utterly dejected.
The long period of not seeing a future made him appear somewhat decadent. Now, with a scruffy beard, he looked nothing like a young man under thirty.
At night, watching the Little Angel in the video who ultimately failed the God Test, had her divine personality shattered, and could never break through level 89, leaving the stage sadly, and Dugu Yan, who was cruelly abandoned by Yu Tianheng, Ning Bei's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"No, I can't keep being so decadent."
"If I can't change the original story, then at least I'll give them a completely different life experience."
Thinking this, Ning Bei immediately opened his computer, downloaded the Yuewen backend, and registered a writer's account. A book titled "Spirit Duel: Did You Move the Pill Tower Here?" came into being.
It must be said that although Ning Bei's writing was terrible, by depicting his dream life experiences, he still attracted a considerable number of readers. The different endings for Little Angel and Dugu Yan in the story also resonated with them, prompting shouts of "Well done, don't leave a single hair for the little scoundrel." Whenever readers left such comments, Ning Bei would smile knowingly.
The considerable royalties also gradually improved his life. As the initial pain of the epidemic slowly subsided, Ning Bei no longer needed to spend his days cooped up in his rental apartment.
After meeting up with friends for drinks and venting about his recent misfortunes, Ning Bei walked back alone. Since becoming sober, Ning Bei rarely got completely drunk, because he was afraid of waking up to another fleeting dream.
"Woo woo..."
As a sudden, urgent truck horn sounded in the distance, Ning Bei's thoughts were instantly disrupted, and he turned to look. Not far from him, a little girl was standing frozen in the middle of the road, holding a dog, while a slag truck was speeding towards her. Due to poor visibility at night, the girl was too small a target, and the slag truck that had arrived in front of her had no time to brake and stop its momentum.
Ning Bei, who had been stunned for a second, didn't know where he got the courage, but suddenly his feet seemed to sprout wings, and he sprinted to the little girl's side. He scooped up the terrified girl and the dog and threw them out. And with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, Ning Bei lost consciousness once again.
Strange, why did I say again?
The dazzling sunlight slowly shone on Ning Bei's face, making him feel a stinging sensation as he slept.
A few seconds later, Ning Bei sat up abruptly, touched his body, and looking at the luxurious furnishings in the room, instantly turned into Song Xiaobao and grinned:
"I'm playing!"
This was clearly his residence in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This back and forth made Ning Bei start to confuse reality and illusion, or rather, was this his second time coming to this world?
He went to the mirror and observed himself, finding that he was still his original self. Then he released the Pill Tower and Ice Heaven Snow Woman Spirits. Seeing that his Spirits were still there, Ning Bei quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Strange, wasn't I going to participate in the Ice God Trial? When did I come back? Could it be that there was a time error and I haven't left yet?
Just as Ning Bei was about to go find Ning Fengzhi to understand the situation, he was interrupted by an urgent knocking sound from outside.
"Who is it?"
"Second Young Master, the Sect Master requests your presence in the Council Hall."
"Okay, I understand."
Wanting to see Ning Fengzhi anyway, he didn't delay and went directly to the Council Hall. Upon entering, Ning Fengzhi's face, as dark as ink, came into view.
Just as he was wondering what had happened and why Sword and Bone were not in the sect, Ning Fengzhi saw him arrive and directly stated the shocking situation:
"Bei Er, your Bone Grandfather and Bone Grandfather have both been killed. Now the Tang Sect is spread throughout the continent, and we no longer have any advantage."
"Ah?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Bei was instantly dumbfounded. What had he missed while he was asleep?
"What's wrong, Bei Er? This is absolutely true. It's news that several elders have investigated. How much longer until your God Test is completed?"
When will it be completed? How should I know? Can you please explain things clearly first? What stage are we at now? And what's going on with that Tang Sect?
"Father, because of the God Test, I seem to have lost a part of my memory. Can you tell me in detail what has happened recently? It's best to start from when I went to the Far North Land before my Ninth Trial began."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the gloom on Ning Fengzhi's face deepened. After a long time, he sighed and said:
"Bei Er, I should have listened to your advice and been careful with that Tang Sect back then, otherwise the situation wouldn't be like this now."
After a period of narration, Ning Bei gradually understood what had happened. It turned out that his trip to the Far North Land had taken a full five years, and when he returned, he had been stuck on the last bit of progress in the God Test, causing him to go into seclusion for a long time.
When he first returned to the sect, he heard Ning Fengzhi mention that a new force called the Tang Sect had appeared on the continent, and they had snatched many orders for mechanical and prop-type items from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Knowing what kind of force the Tang Sect was, Ning Bei immediately reminded Ning Fengzhi to be careful and curb their development before rushing off to seclusion. He hadn't expected to hear the news of Sword and Bone's deaths upon coming out of seclusion, and that the one who killed them was that Tang San.
Ning Bei's eyes shifted, and he continued to ask Ning Fengzhi:
"What about the Spirit Hall, Father?"
"I don't know. The Spirit Hall seems to be completely unaware of all this, with no reaction at all. Now the Star Luo Empire, which the Tang Sect has re-supported, has already annexed half of Heaven Dou's territory. We can only rely on you now."
As Ning Fengzhi recounted, Ning Bei not only failed to understand the situation on the continent but became even more confused. It was understandable that Little Angel was still in the God Test and hadn't made any moves, but how could Bibi Dong have no reaction at all? This was completely illogical!
"Father, don't worry for now. I'll make a trip to the Spirit Hall."
"Alright, you go. The situation in Heaven Dou can be stabilized for now. If worst comes to worst, we'll fight a decisive battle with that Tang Sect."
"Okay, I'll talk about it when I get back."
Walking out of the Council Hall, Ning Bei immediately flew towards the Spirit Hall. He had to figure out everything that was happening.
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