I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1551 - 1550: Illusion Realm

Four hours later.

"Break for me—!" Accompanied by Zhang Xiaohao’s low roar, his fists violently smashed into the head of the last armored puppet, shattering it. Then, his right foot fiercely kicked at its chest, destroying everything inside it.

Only then did Zhang Xiaohao breathe a sigh of relief. No armored puppets were left standing; he had dealt with them all.

Even with his entire physical strength unleashed and the Chaos Light assisting him, Zhang Xiaohao was utterly exhausted facing these puppets with exceptionally strong physical bodies.

Gazing at the broken puppets on the ground, Zhang Xiaohao contemplated for a moment and waved his hand, collecting all the broken puppets from the ground.

He looked at the two white jade lions still spewing toxic smoke and stepped towards them.

A while later.

Zhang Xiaohao arrived at the two white jade lions and stood by the left white jade lion. His eyes flashed with determination as he let out a low roar, "Break for me!"

His right fist suddenly struck.

Clang!

Sparks flew instantly from the point of impact as Zhang Xiaohao retreated three to five steps before stopping.

"Huh? What’s going on? With my physical strength, even a Vajra should be shattered under the Chaos Light’s blessing. Why is there no reaction? Instead, my arm is throbbing with pain." Zhang Xiaohao frowned and shook his slightly numbed fist.

He seriously examined the white jade lion and his eyes flashed coldly. "I don’t believe I can’t break you!"

With a tap of his waist, a small mountain magic artifact flew out from his storage bag. Zhang Xiaohao pointed with both hands, releasing magic formulas that caused the small mountain artifact to suddenly transform into a huge mountain forth, bursting with intermediate magic artifact power.

Zhang Xiaohao tapped the ground with one foot, jumping up and falling down from the air with a low roar, "Break for me!"

With tremendous force in both large palms, he pressed onto the small mountain artifact and slammed it towards the white jade lion.

Clang!

Even thicker sparks erupted as a strong counter-force sent Zhang Xiaohao and the small mountain artifact flying back.

Stumble stumble stumble!!!

Zhang Xiaohao stepped back seven to eight steps on the ground before stopping.

Looking again at the small mountain artifact, it had reverted to its original size with a noticeable dent at the bottom.

"Strange! It’s so hard? With the strength I just exerted, even a Golden Core Realm cultivator would surely die, yet I can’t do anything to this white jade lion. Truly puzzling," Zhang Xiaohao frowned.

He put away the small mountain artifact and walked up to the white jade lion for a closer inspection.

Despite the intense collision earlier, the white jade lion remained unmoved on the ground, truly unbelievable.

"Should I try seeing if I can collect it?" Zhang Xiaohao considered for a moment, entertained by this bold idea.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes lit up, feeling this method worth trying; perhaps he could truly collect the two white jade lions.

Without delay, Zhang Xiaohao waved his right hand, pressing down on the white jade lion with a low roar, "Collect for me—!"

With his voice falling, an awkward scene unfolded as the white jade lion remained unmoved.

"Could it be the storage bag is too small to fit it? Maybe try the Shennong Ring? Even if it fails, it’s just a waste of a little time," Zhang Xiaohao said.

With this thought, Zhang Xiaohao made his decision and pressed his left hand on the white jade lion again, with a low roar, "Collect for me—!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

As his voice fell, the white jade lion flashed and was completely collected.

"What the heck! Did I just solve it that easily? Wasting so much time for no reason," Zhang Xiaohao felt an urge to laugh incredulously.

With the previous experience, Zhang Xiaohao swiftly collected the remaining white jade lion, shaking his sleeves and storing it into the Shennong Ring.

Without the white jade lions, the dark green toxic smoke began to slowly dissipate with the airflow, and it was only a matter of time before it vanished completely.

"Change!" Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohao nodded with satisfaction and returned to his previous size, resuming his original appearance with an Underworld Mask on his face and a black hat on his head.

A quarter of an hour later.

The dark green toxic smoke completely vanished, not a trace left behind.

"Ah! Brother Xu, you’re safe. I was scared to death!" Zi Wuling exclaimed excitedly and threw herself into Zhang Xiaohao’s arms.

"I’m okay, no need to worry," Zhang Xiaohao smiled.

He patted Zi Wuling’s back, signaling her to let go.

"Quickly put on your hat and let’s head inside!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded.

"Okay." Zi Wuling nodded and took out a black hat to wear, then activated her breath-concealing talent, retracting her aura.

"Let’s go in!" Zhang Xiaohao called out.

He escorted Zi Wuling toward the gate.

There were no surprises this time. The gate opened easily, revealing a world aglow in white—so familiar and bustling.

In the sky, numerous airplanes flew by, dazzling neon lights, skyscrapers tightly packed, and four-wheeled cars running. On the streets, people wore shorts and flip-flops while beautiful girls donned stylish, sexy outfits, black color, and short skirts paired with high heels, with long, sleek black hair swinging behind.

Somehow, Zi Wuling disappeared from Zhang Xiaohao’s side.

"Am I... am I back?" Zhang Xiaohao’s face showed excitement.

Even with his mindset, returning to Earth brought tears of joy.

"Xue’er, Ruobai, Qingsu... I’m back!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted to the heavens.

With a mix of excitement and complex emotions, he lifted his foot and charged forward rapidly.

Rushing at full speed, he crossed most of Huaxia in less than four hours and appeared before the gate of the Cheng Family villa.

Staring at the familiar flowers and grass, and the familiar villa, Zhang Xiaohao dashed forward excitedly.

Creak!

The gate swung open and a boy of twelve or thirteen emerged, curiously asking Zhang Xiaohao, "Uncle, who are you?"

Zhang Xiaohao halted abruptly, stopping in his tracks.

The boy before him looked almost identical to him—those mischievous eyes, the smirk at the corner of his mouth, and occasionally the gleam in his eyes—a miniature version of himself from childhood.