Chapter 402: The Origin of the Flowers

The figure’s speed was incredibly fast. By the time Chen Ling rushed out of the house, it had already run several kilometers away.

"Wait, why are you running??"

Chen Ling pushed to his full speed, but he couldn't catch up to the figure, and couldn't help but call out,

"Didn't you send me the flowers? I just want to ask you a few questions..."

"Eek!!!"

The Clown ran even faster, like a child caught doing something bad, covering his face with both hands as he sprinted wildly. The distance between him and Chen Ling grew wider and wider...

"Damn it..."

Chen Ling couldn't for the life of him understand. The one who wanted to kill him back then was this guy, so why did it feel like he had become the villain now, and the Clown was terrified just by seeing him?

When he was being chased back then, he didn't seem to run this fast either?!

At this speed, Chen Ling definitely couldn't catch up. He even hesitated whether to shoot himself a few times to activate [Blood Robe], but then thought that self-mutilation for this matter seemed a bit unworthy...

Just then, Chen Ling seemed to remember something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He reached out and brushed through the void. The invisible curtain was pushed aside, and under the power of the Ancient Archive of the Opera God, his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

The Clown, sprinting wildly, felt a flicker before his eyes. A figure in red pulled aside the curtain from directly in front of him, appearing as if to step out:

"Wait, I just want to..."

"Eek eek eek eek!!!!"

The Clown was so scared that he jumped off the ground, his face smeared with white ash and his eyes wide as saucers. He twisted his body in mid-air and whistled past Chen Ling!

He rolled half a circle on the ground, also pulled at the void with both hands, and his figure plunged behind an invisible curtain.

“？”

Seeing this, Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still pulled aside a curtain in front of himself and followed in pursuit.

With the disappearance of the two figures, the star-studded grassland fell into a deathly silence.

Meanwhile.

At Wenren You’s house.

"What... is going on??"

Several people stood by the window, watching the two figures disappear into the sky one after another. Ning Ruyu’s eyes were full of confusion.

"Master, what exactly did you say to Fifth Brother?" Luan Mei asked.

The young man leaned against the wall and yawned lazily. "I really didn't say anything... I just told him that Sixth Brother is not our enemy, and from today on, he is your Junior Brother."

"...That’s it?"

"That’s it."

"Then why is Fifth Brother..."

"He probably wants to apologize to Little Junior Brother." Ning Ruyu mused. "As a Senior Brother, he almost killed Little Junior Brother. He wants to apologize but doesn't know how... Fifth Brother was never smart to begin with, and he hasn't really left the Ancient Archive of the Opera God to interact with people. Now that he’s been scared like this by Little Junior Brother, he’s probably in a panic."

"Should we help?" Wenren You asked slowly.

"Let them solve their own problems." The young man waved his hand.

"So, you kept me here, what exactly did you want to say?"

Mo Jiao exchanged glances with the others and spoke up:

"Master, we think... Little Junior Brother is not suitable for learning opera."

"Oh?"

"His talent is just too... er... mediocre." Mo Jiao said carefully. "Whether it’s singing or physical form, he is definitely not cut out for this. Even if he starts practicing the basics now, it would take at least a dozen years to achieve even a small amount of success..."

"His [Recitation] is also very ordinary." Wenren You added.

Ning Ruyu retorted in surprise, "But Little Junior Brother’s talent in [Fighting] is the best I’ve ever seen."

"But relying only on [Fighting] is useless..."

While the disciples were arguing, the young man sitting at the table didn't care at all, calmly sipping his tea as if he had known this would be the result.

"Master, what do you think?" Luan Mei asked.

"You guys... still underestimate Sixth Brother." The young man said leisurely.

Everyone was slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"

"In this world, perhaps no one is more suitable for learning opera than him. Whether it’s [Singing], [Recitation], [Acting], or [Fighting], his talent is actually no lower than any of yours."

Mo Jiao asked in confusion, "But when we taught him..."

"You were teaching Chen Ling." The young man’s calm words interrupted him. Then, his deep, profound eyes swept over everyone, and his voice sounded slowly in the quiet room.

"But don't forget... he is not just 'Chen Ling'."

Everyone was stunned.

"I asked you to teach him the basics, of course, not to teach him how to perform opera, but to awaken his instincts... to awaken the deepest instincts of 'that body'."

Only then can Sixth Brother go further on this path...

Otherwise, one day, he will fall into the abyss."

……

"Eek!"

The Clown rushed out of the invisible curtain, landed among numerous bookshelves, raised his hands, and stumbled to a halt.

He looked around. This was the [Text Area], where countless scripts and books were arranged on endless wooden cabinets, extending to the end of his sight...

Seeing that Chen Ling hadn't followed, the Clown patted his chest with his small hands and breathed a long sigh of relief...

"You don't have to run, I just want to talk to you..." An invisible curtain was pulled open directly above him. Chen Ling had just poked half his body out when the Clown was so scared that he jumped four or five meters high again.

"Eek!!"

The Clown’s face, smeared with white ash, showed panic and bewilderment. He turned his head and continued to sprint wildly into the distance!

Chen Ling: ...

At this moment, Chen Ling suddenly began to wonder if there was something on his face. Why did everyone act like they’d seen a ghost when they saw him?

"Don't go!" Chen Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and chase after him.

The two figures, one in front and one behind, flew through countless bookshelves, the gale they stirred up blowing countless pages into the air;

The Clown opened his arms and sprinted wildly in a gesture of surrender, his two short legs already spinning into afterimages. As he fled in a panic, three disc cases fell from his pocket and hit the ground one after another.

As these disc cases were opened, countless lights and shadows began to fold between the two, and distinct worlds, like a thousand-layer cake, enveloped them both!

Chen Ling felt a flicker before his eyes and arrived at a bizarre continent. Under the deep blue sky, countless plants he had never seen before surrounded him.

Just as Chen Ling was wondering what place this was, an ostrich wearing glasses flew past him!

"That white-faced dwarf who ransacked the Queen of Hearts' garden is here again!!"

A sharp voice rang out in the dense jungle. Huge beasts began to flee in terror, looking at the Clown sprinting in the distance with extreme horror!

Chen Ling was stunned for a long time. His figure flew forward again, and before long, he saw a disc case lying quietly in the messy jungle:

— "Alice in Wonderland" (USA), Tim Burton, 2010;

At this moment, the mysterious yellow flower full of fantasy colors that he had received on the first night suddenly appeared in Chen Ling’s mind...

He seemed to know where that flower came from.

Chen Ling picked up the disc case, reached out to pull open the curtain in the void, and his figure instantly vanished from this world.