The concept of killing intent, such a mysterious thing, Wan Haihao always thought it was something conjured up in works of art.

But today, he truly experienced what is called "killing intent."

Although he wasn't targeted, just standing next to Lin Qiubai, he felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe, as if he could drop dead at any moment.

This feeling lasted only a few seconds before it vanished without a trace.

However, the feeling of having one's life in someone else's hands was one Wan Haihao really did not want to experience a second time.

While he was still feeling the lingering fear, Zhu Hanyi, who had successfully become a disciple, had already begun to empathize with Lin Qiubai: "Master, if you kill everyone who doesn't obey, will you bear the consequences, and hold grudges?"

"In case, I mean, just in case..."

"What if other [Dao] realm powerhouses unite to rebel against you?"

Lin Qiubai's expression was indifferent, but there was a hint of arrogance: "I am the Sword Master, they are not, which means they are far inferior to me."

"If they are inferior, it means I am right, and they are wrong."

"As for consequences..."

At this, he finally showed a trace of genuine emotion, with a hint of disdain: "My words are the cause."

"The sword in my hand cuts all consequences."

"The gap between Dao realms is greater than the gap between ordinary people and Dao realms."

His tone was extremely certain, making it seem as if he was stating an objective fact.

Indeed!

Lin Qiubai is a legendary figure who suppressed an era with individual martial prowess, talking about this with him is asking for boredom, isn't it?

Wan Haihao curled his lips, feeling that Zhu Hanyi asked a pointless question.

But on second thought, he felt Zhu Hanyi's flattery was quite good, subtle like the horns of an antelope, showing no trace, nor did it seem deliberate.

Su Qiangwei, who was silently waiting for the transaction to finish, heard this, and without expression, took out a handful of pine nuts from her pocket, cracking them loudly.

Speaking of which, Lin Qiubai originally wanted to take her as a disciple!

She had been reserved for a while, not having made up her mind, then Lin Qiubai turned around and took in Zhu Hanyi.

Peh! Fickle man!

Really lacks judgment!

This girl has [Myriad Transformations] in her hands, does not care about that little thing of yours!

With Lin Qiubai as a reference, the more Su Qiangwei looked at Ma Ran, the more pleasing he was to the eye.

At first glance, the two seemed equally annoying.

But on closer examination, you would find Ma Ran is much stronger than Lin Qiubai!

Although he loves to be in the limelight to death, at least Ma Ran maintains one attitude from beginning to end, not pretentious or affected, unlike Lin Qiubai, who changes his mind willy-nilly.

Moreover, Ma Ran's hands are clean, never stained with compatriots' blood.

Unlike Lin Qiubai, opening his mouth brings a murderous vibe.

As soon as he said those words earlier, apart from the adolescent boys Dong Huaiming and Zhu Hanyi, didn't everyone else quietly distance themselves from Lin Qiubai?

Su Qiangwei maintained a straight face, stuffing the shelled pine nuts into her mouth, chomping on them while muttering indistinctly: "Quite the presence, how many people have you killed?"

Not sure if it's because she has been eating more nuts recently, or because her body became healthier after reaching the Second Rank of Inner Qi, her brain was more active than before.

While asking this question, Su Qiangwei was also pondering the issue of hybrid rice.

If not for Lin Qiubai's mention, she wouldn't have realized how important hybrid rice truly is.

Perhaps that's how humans are.

Happiness is something that comes from comparison.

Most of the humans on Cangming Star probably can't even fill their stomachs, right?

Moreover...

For someone like Lin Qiubai, if he had been born on Earth, he would have been executed countless times, wouldn't he?

"Those who have died by my sword..."

Lin Qiubai curled his lips in a strange smile, as if he had thought of something amusing: "Do you remember how many bowls of rice you've eaten in your life?"

Looking at the smile on Lin Qiubai's face, Su Qiangwei felt as though she had heard a similar line somewhere before.

Could this be an internet meme?

Tsk...

This person picks up new things really fast...

Su Qiangwei shifted her eyes, sneakily poking Ma Ran's waist, giving him a look—

Go for it!

It's you, Ma Ran!

Smash this guy's face in!

The young girl's little action drew the attention of everyone present.

Ma Ran emotionlessly knocked off Su Qiangwei's hand and said in a calm tone: "I eat rather a lot, from birth until today, I've eaten a total of 19,782 bowls of rice, roughly 69,230,000 grains of rice."

"Noodles, steamed buns, dumplings, and the like are calculated separately."

Lin Qiubai's smile was slightly stiff.

But Su Qiangwei was beaming with spring glee, smiling brightly.

"Hehehe..."

Ma Ran never let her down when it came to shining in front of others.

...

Following the first diplomatic establishment between Cangming Star and Earth, most of the witnesses had returned to their respective rooms.

However, the video conferencing did not end because of this, and Ma Ran was also kept beside Huang Weiguo.

Having mastered [Limited Foreknowledge] as a National Guardian-level Ability User, counting the A3 District Nightmare incident, Ma Ran had already made three accurate predictions about disasters.

Now, Ma Ran had achieved a high level of credibility.

In this era, with alien influence stepping onto the stage, and Earth's situation being turbulent, leaders feared making mistakes, but dreaded more making mistakes without knowing where they went wrong.

The warriors who sacrificed during the Jinshui Town White Mane incident were the greatest lesson.

They won't make similar mistakes a second time.

As long as Ma Ran spoke up, no matter how incredible his words sounded, the leaders would pay high attention, listen earnestly, ponder carefully, and commit them to memory.

This is not just trust in Ma Ran, but also a guilt towards the fallen martyrs.

At 1:15 in the morning, the leaders were holding bitter strong tea, patiently waiting for Ma Ran's response.

For them, it was a sleepless night.

Even though Lin Qiubai was unparalleled, just witnessing a fraction of his capability was enough to leave one in awe, for Earthlings, the most pressing matter is not on that Sword Master.

"Sixteen days..."

"No, now there should only be fifteen days left."

Ma Ran glanced at the camera, bent over his notebook, writing furiously.

At the same time, he said in a solemn tone: "After fifteen days, seven Demon Mountains will descend across the world."

"Within twenty-four hours, the estimated death toll is about 590,000 people."

"Post the twenty-four-hour situation, I didn't see."

"The detailed intel on this global-scale catastrophe..."

"Give me a little more time."

"I can sort it out soon."

Ma Ran's prophecy ignited this topic in the video conference group.

"No need to rush, we still have half a month to prepare, there will always be more solutions than problems!"

"After the Demon Mountains descend on Earth, in a day, causes the death of 590,000 Earthlings! That's 590,000 people, not 59!"

"Is getting anxious useful? Stay calm!"

"When soldiers come, we counter with generals, when water comes, we cover with earth. Paying it due attention is essential, but don't scare yourself senseless!"

"Damn! What exactly are those aliens thinking? Did Earth offend them? Can't they stop stirring chaos everywhere?"

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