Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 227 Things turn out differently
The moment the sorcerer Wuxiang used his magic, Wang Yi also opened up his magnetic field to protect three feet around his body to prevent any accidents.

However, he did not understand the principle behind the magic used by the sorcerer Wuxiang at this time. It was also a magic that did not fall into the five elements and eight gates, and it was also an extremely high-risk, high-return magic.

When the magic called "Flowers in Bloom and Oil in Fire" was activated, both Wang Yi and the sorcerer Wuxiang, who were in the ruins on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, entered a state of time stagnation.

Time only stopped for a few seconds for the two of them, and then they reconnected with the flow of real time.

As soon as he came to his senses, Wang Yi discovered that the sorcerer Wuxiang, who was a hundred years old and had been nurtured by the American fortune but had managed to maintain the appearance of a fifty-year-old, was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The degree of his aging was totally unlike that of a 100-year-old practitioner who was still vigorous and energetic. Instead, he looked more like a sickly old man who would fall down at the slightest gust of wind.

He didn't care why the other party suddenly became a patient. He raised his hand and grabbed the sorcerer Wuxiang, trying to pull him closer to him.

But the magnetic field he extended was once again eliminated by the remaining American destiny in the sorcerer Wuxiang's body. But the difference from before was that Wang Yi could actually sense that he was connected to the remaining American destiny in the sorcerer Wuxiang's body?
This mysterious power, which only exists in the energy of heaven and earth, is continuously flowing from the sorcerer Wuxiang towards himself.

And he could also clearly feel that the warlock Wuxiang's fortune was constantly declining, even to the point where he might be blown up by a gas leak while sitting at home.

what the hell? !
Wang Yi was puzzled, but since he knew that the other party's luck was now so low that even the United States could not protect him, it would be impolite if he did not kill him.

But just as he had this thought and was about to take action, the invisible and intangible destiny of the United States turned into two invisible big hands, pressing him firmly in place. Apart from that, there was no other movement.

The sorcerer Wuxiang, who looked like a dried corpse, had already anticipated this situation. He did not take any further action, but just looked at Wang Yi with a sinister smile.

"You little bastard, you forced me to do this, enjoy it, I'm waiting for your results."

The word Xun·Flowing clouds!

A mouthful of old blood spurted out from the sorcerer Wuxiang's mouth, and with a look of unwillingness and resentment, he disappeared in the sudden thick fog.

Wang Yi, who was bound by the American destiny, also regained his freedom. During the period when he was bound by the American destiny on the sorcerer Wuxiang, Wang Yi finally understood what the other party had done to him and himself.

Flowers blooming and oil boiling in a blazing fire, this is the unique technique of the sorcerer who cultivates the flow of qi and luck. It has only one function, and that is to change your luck.

When there is a huge difference in the fortunes of the two parties, the caster will transfer the fortune of the advantaged party to the disadvantaged party, thereby helping to improve the fortune of the disadvantaged party.

This is a brocade of flowers.

Under this kind of stimulation, the original fortune of the disadvantaged party will be concentrated into this period of time, causing its already rising fortune to rise exponentially until it exceeds the disadvantaged party's own fate limitations and backfires on it.

This is like cooking oil over a raging fire.

In this process, the party with the advantage who is shifting his own fortune will feel very uncomfortable. The luckier the party is at this time, the more unlucky he will be, but he will not die of unlucky.

He must wait until the moment when the other party's fortunes take off, while ensuring that he himself will not die of bad luck.

Because at that time is the moment when the opponent's fortune backfires. When good luck comes, heaven and earth will be on your side, and when bad luck is gone, the hero has no freedom. This sentence not only applies to warlocks who follow the luck flow, but can also be used on opponents.

As the person who casts the spell at the beginning, you can not only recover the fortune you have invested, but also take the other person's fortune for yourself.

During this process, the person being cast the spell cannot pursue the caster in any way because he will be blocked by the fortune activated and blessed by himself.

After the caster performs this spell, this information will appear equally in the minds of the caster and the castee.

There are only two ways for the person who has been cast the spell to avoid this disaster. One is to rely on luck. If the caster of the spell dies suddenly due to various accidents during this period, his life and fortune will all be transferred to the person who has been cast the spell, helping him to stabilize the fire in his body and counteracting his own fortune.

The second is to hold on. During this period of time, you must constantly improve your life cultivation. At the moment when your fortune backfires on you, you must kill the caster face to face despite all the negative effects of the backlash. Only at that moment, both parties will return to the same starting line.

This is a magic technique that can kill one thousand enemies but injure one thousand and two thousand of your own men, or even two thousand.

This is especially true for the sorcerer Wuxiang, whose body is losing the fortune of the United States.

His own fortune has been declining, and he is only supported by the remaining American fortune in his body. If he uses this magic, other fortune-tellers will die of bad luck, but he can't say for sure.

Moreover, the way he died was absolutely unique among the aliens.

But he was forced into a desperate situation by Wang Yi. It was a situation of one side gaining while the other side lost. If he didn't win quickly, as the national fortune in his body continued to drain away, he would be the only one to die, and even the ant nest would be implicated.

Because the development of Ant Nest into the number one mutant organization in the United States is inseparable from the help of Wuxiang, the fortune-telling sorcerer, otherwise they would not have allowed Wuxiang to lead the team to New York to cause trouble for the Behemoth Group.

But with one Wang there, and another John Wick whose background was almost discovered and whose methods of playing a god were incredibly weird, Wuxiang had no way of achieving the goal of a blitzkrieg.

Since we'll die without a burial place if we delay any further, we might as well take a big gamble!
After digesting the information provided by the American destiny that was instilled into him, Wang Yi raised his eyebrows. He finally understood how the Behemoth Group, which was inherently at a disadvantage, managed to deal with the Ant Nest, the number one mutant organization in the United States, without him.

Similar to the magic performed by Wuxiang, the ant nest behind Lao Deng was too big, and swallowing a Behemoth was not enough to fill it up. Instead, it stimulated the American destiny that worked for it, making it demand more.

Wuxiang and the ant nest behind him were unable to meet this requirement and were counterattacked, with gold coins bursting all over the ground, all of which went to the surviving Behemoth Consortium.

I guess the people in the Behemoth Foundation in the original timeline were also confused. They had no idea why the ant nest suddenly fell apart and was completely digested by them.

"Oh, it's true that supernatural power cannot defeat destiny. Is this possible? Does that mean I can pick up money whenever I want?"

As he spoke, Wang Yi stretched out his hand, like a lazy man waiting for pie to fall from the sky.

"Gah!"

A seagull flew over Wang Yi, and at this moment a pearl necklace fell from the sky and landed steadily in Wang Yi's hand.

Looking at the pearl necklace in his hand and then at the seagull that had already flown away, Wang Yi fell into deep thought.

At this moment, he really believed that creatures like European Emperors really existed.

Moreover, his good fortune at this moment has begun to spread, affecting the surroundings.

On the street, fire trucks roared in, and the firefighters and surrounding residents who came down began to spontaneously clean up the mess after the battle. The scene was in order.

The harmony was so harmonious that Wang Yi thought for a moment that he had gone back to his old age. This style of painting was just not right!
Even his own breathing and Qi recovery speed had become much faster at this moment. Even his secondary practice of the second level of the third level of reverse life, which had been stagnant, showed signs of loosening.

A flash of inspiration passed through Wang Yi's mind, but he didn't catch it.

But Wang Yi had a feeling that as long as he grasped this spiritual light, he would be able to find an opportunity to break through the third level of reverse life.

"Damn it, it's getting more and more weird, old man, not bad, you want to gamble with me? Come on!"

At this time, Wang Yi could clearly feel the blessing of the American destiny on him, which was very good.

It is said in Lüshi Chunqiu that if you don't want someone to come to your house, it is a great act of treason.

Let's take advantage of this opportunity first.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with the warlock Wuxiang's embarrassing escape.

His body turned into a stream of golden light and disappeared from the opened top floor of the Continental Hotel, running towards the Behemoth Group Building in Manhattan.
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The losses at the Behemoth Foundation building were not great. Although the five aliens brought by Warlock Wuxiang were strong, Qianbol and others who followed Wang Yi to Egypt and received a wave of buffs were not to be trifled with either. They were taken on by their team of seven.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, the nine yellow-skinned, white-hearted banana Lao Deng, who had been taught skills by the sorcerer Wuxiang and changed his appearance to work for the Ant Nest, joined them, and the advantage shifted to their side.

But as Wang Yi takes over, his magical clone John Wick comes to help.

With his three divine powers and his characteristics as a god, the battle ended with the Behemoth Group's complete victory.

Later, Wang Yi arrived, and under Wang Yi's witness, both sides began to share the fruits of victory.

The nine old men who were affiliated with the Warlock Wuxiang and received the skills taught by him returned to the Behemoth Group. They were in urgent need of aliens to supplement the warlocks.

As for the five aliens, they were recruited by the god John Wick for his own use.

Even Wang Yi couldn't understand how these five Inhumans who grew up in the Ant Nest organization and were thoroughly brainwashed chose to submit to his divine incarnation, John Wick.

As a god, John Wick had a natural advantage in testing loyalty. Wang Yi could only attribute this to his own skyrocketing fortune.

After all, he and the god John Wick are two in one.

After that, the Behemoth Foundation and the newspapers under the Continental Group took action together, cooperating with the New York police department to explain away the riots that occurred in the Continental Hotel and the Behemoth Foundation building in the past two nights as accidents caused by gas leaks.

With the blessing of Wang Yi's skyrocketing fortune at this moment, despite such a big commotion in two nights, not a single photo was leaked.

Without pictures, there is no truth, so we can only accept the reason that the explosion was caused by a gas leak.

Ant Nest, the number one mutant organization in the United States, suddenly disappeared from that night after the sorcerer Wu Xiang Wang Yi used his magic to change his luck.

No matter how hard the Behemoth Foundation tried, there was no news about the ant nest.

Just like the name of this organization, it was completely buried underground.

But for Wang Yi, everything became calm again.

As a temporary beneficiary, he returned to his residence and devoted himself to practice, constantly studying what kind of blessings his rapidly rising fortune would bring to him, to him, and to all those who were connected to him.

The second half of 1930 passed in this suddenly harmonious time.

The Continental Hotel and Continental Group, managed by Wang Yi's avatar John Wick, after this blitzkrieg in the Ant Nest.

It can be regarded as an alliance with the Behemoth Consortium. By leveraging the Behemoth Consortium's channels in the United States and overseas, it began to deliver its own products throughout the United States and even overseas.

The Behemoth Foundation also saw an increase in its reserves of aliens during this rare period of development.

Thirty transformed innate mutants and thirty acquired mutants with excellent qualifications gave the Behemoth Group a big boost.

What surprised Wang Yi even more was that Tesla, who was lying in the ICU, woke up safely, and through his previous experience with Wang Yi's magnetic field martial arts and radio dreaming, with the resources of the Behemoth Foundation, as well as other information in the radio field, he built the first radar prototype for the Behemoth Foundation.

Although it was just a prototype, Wang Yi understood that it would only take about ten years to go from a prototype to application in military and daily life.

Tesla unexpectedly showed him this skill, which also gave Wang Yi a deeper understanding of the unfathomable world of aliens.

I didn't expect that this mysterious theory of luck would have such a miraculous effect.

Just as Wang Yi was sighing at the changes brought about by the theory of destiny, in the second half of 30 years, a major event concerning the future of Longhu Mountain was taking place in Longhu Mountain, thousands of miles away.

In fact, not only Longhu Mountain, but also the Sanyi Sect in Fujian was within the influence of Wang Yi's skyrocketing fortune at this moment.

The time was the end of summer in 1930, in a cave behind Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi Province.

Since the end of the 29th year, the eldest disciple Zhang Zhiwei, who was brought back by Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing himself, has been locked up in a cave in the back mountain to reflect on his mistakes.

His contact with the outside world depended entirely on his two fellow apprentices, Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong. They would occasionally tell Zhang Zhiwei about trivial matters that happened on the mountain, and they also wanted to understand from Zhang Zhiwei why their own master was so angry this time and had locked up their eldest brother for almost two years without even thinking of letting him return to the Tianshi Mansion to practice.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything, and similarly, Zhang Jingqing wouldn't explain the reason to his fellow disciples.

The master and the disciple were angry with each other with this inexplicable tacit understanding, trying to see who would give up first.

There is no shortage of sharp minds in the Tianshi Mansion. They have roughly guessed something from the current situation of the Republic of China, but no one is willing to break the window paper, waiting for time to give the answer.

Time did give the answer, because on that night, Zhang Huaiyi, who came to deliver food, came to the cave to find Zhang Zhiwei as usual, bringing a newspaper provided by Jianghu Xiaozhan.

After seeing the news in the newspaper, Zhang Huaiyi, who was having dinner with Zhang Zhiwei, also heard his senior brother sigh.

"Alas, Huaiyi, this time, Senior Brother will really become the first unfilial disciple to disobey the ancestor in Longhu Mountain in nearly two thousand years."

Hearing this, Zhang Huaiyi also put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

After two years of self-cultivation, Zhang Huaiyi found that he could no longer see through his senior brother. His eyes had reached what practitioners call the state of being introverted and returning to nature.

But he still asked Zhang Zhiwei: "Brother, is it really necessary to do this? The world is united, after all, it is just a mirage!"

"If you don't try, how can you know whether this is just a mirage? Huaiyi, remember the lamp hanging above my head? Now, can you light it up?"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the tungsten filament light bulb above his head that was suspended by a hemp rope but had no wires connected to it, and looked at Zhang Huaiyi who stood up and stood in front of him.

Zhang Huaiyi did not answer, but the Yang Wu Lei that was leaping in his body turned into a weak electric current, flowing through the tungsten filament bulb. After a while, the bulb lit up, and the light illuminated the pitch-black cave.

But after just a moment, it went out again, and sweat broke out on Zhang Huaiyi's face.

"Brother, what does it matter if I light it up? It's just a temporary glory after all, like a moth flying into a flame."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled without saying anything. He just stretched out a finger and gently tapped the glass of the tungsten filament bulb. The extinguished bulb lit up again, brighter than before.

Zhang Zhiwei stood up, took it off and handed it to Zhang Huaiyi.

"Even if it is only a temporary glory, what does it matter? The night is long and dark, and this momentary beacon of light is enough to help the suffering people find the direction to move forward. The rest is nothing more than continuing to move forward and stepping out a path to illuminate this long night together."

"As for the moth flying into the flame, Huaiyi, among us cultivators, who is not like a moth flying into the flame?"

"Brother!"

Zhang Huaiyi did not take the lamp handed over by Zhang Zhiwei. Instead, after a loud roar, he distanced himself from Zhang Zhiwei and blocked the entrance of the cave.

Golden light appeared on his body, and the Five Thunders of Yang circulated throughout his body.

Ever since the duel between the two Zhangs outside the Tianshi Mansion's main hall that night, this was the second time that Zhang Huaiyi chose to challenge his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, whose cultivation was unfathomable.

But this time, Zhang Huaiyi no longer hid the thief in his heart. Instead, he showed his determination to Zhang Zhiwei with his actions and eyes.

"Brother, because of my momentary arrogance in my youth, my family was implicated and ended up alone! It was you and Master who brought me to Mount Longhu, taught me skills, and allowed me to have a second home in Mount Longhu. Brother, if you leave, our family will no longer be a family! Brother!"

"One family is broken, and ten thousand families are reunited."

"Then why must my home be the one to be destroyed!"

"Why is it that only our family is complete, while all other families are broken?"

"do not know!"

"really do not know?"

"really do not know!"

"really do not know?"

"have no idea!"

"You really don't know?"

"have no idea."

During the question and answer session, Zhang Zhiwei smiled, waved his sleeves, and placed the light bulb in his hand safely on the cushion behind him.

There was also golden light emerging from his body and lightning roaming around. Looking at this junior brother who had always wanted to surpass him, he raised his hand to challenge him to a fight.

"Very good, Huaiyi, come, let Senior Brother test you before he leaves."

(End of this chapter)