prologue (1/2)
“You’re incredibly lucky; aside from astronauts, you’re the first person to tour the moon without spending a cent!”
An old man with facial features hooked like an eagle’s wore green robes that gave off sinister vibes. He smiled ominously as he looked at a young man enclosed in a thin, flimsy shell of purple light.
The youth looked to be in his twenties and wore flowery boxers. His lower body was of average build with a thinly built upper body, and he wore a disdaining expression as he peered around anxiously within the shell.
“Enough is enough, you old fart. What do you want now that you’ve brought me here?”
Han Shuo was filled with anger. He was just about to enjoy a cold, refreshing shower on this hot summer day when a white light flashed before his eyes. A weird, old man appeared in front of him before Han Shuo had fully undressed. The old man merely said, “The date of birth matches,” grabbed Han Shuo and jumped out the tenth story window with him, scaring Han Shuo silly.
When Han Shuo had come to, he suddenly realized it was gloomy, barren and desolate around him. The ground was pockmarked like a severe burn victim’s. That was when he was notified that he was on the moon.
Oddly enough, Han Shuo and that weird man could communicate easily, possibly due to that weird purple shell. What was stranger was that Han Shuo had no fear of suffocation, as there was enough oxygen within the shell.
“I will battle with three people in a moment in search of smashing the rules of heaven and earth. This will allow me to ascend to the apex of evil – the omen realm. Alone, these three fellows present no challenge to me. But I’m not sure what will happen if they join their forces.
To cover all my bases, I grabbed someone with the same birthdate as me – you. If I am so unlucky as to fall in battle, then I can call upon the most mysterious magic of them all and plant my consciousness within your body. I can then come back to life and use your body to revive myself!” Chu Cang Lan said evenly as he stared at Han Shuo, his tone belied by a hint of danger in his bloodshot eyes.
“Eh… when you were talking about planning your consciousness in my body, then… what will happen to me?” Han Shuo was extremely confused and hadn’t caught most of what Chu Cang Lan said, but he still instinctively seized on the critical fact and asked the important question.
Chu Cang Lan paused and cackled matter of factly, “Your body will be mine and you will be dead of course!”
“@#$#@(….”
Han Shuo was incredibly pissed off and started cussing vigorously, despite the fact that he was at the mercy of someone else. His string of curse words touched upon eighteen generations of Chu Cang Lan’s ancestors and greeted his family in different ways.
“Use this last opportunity and get it out of your system, brat! I would have spared your life had I won, but now I’ve decided that even if I win, I’m still going to send you down to hell!” Chu Cang Lan had originally kept his composure in the face of Han Shuo’s non-stop cussing, but his face darkened upon seeing that Han Shuo hadn’t let up after half an hour, and was, in fact, becoming even nastier.
This abruptly stopped Han Shuo in his tracks. He started banging against the side of the thin purple shell with both fists after a moment and started wailing, “Hero—, savior—, I was wrong, spare my life! What you’re doing is illegal, the authorities will come after you. Technology is quite advanced now, and even escaping to the moon won’t do you any good!”
“Demon practitioners are straightforward and are never concerned with the law. I, Chu Cang Lan, have roamed the earth for many years and have killed more people than you have ever met. I am still standing here, perfectly fine!”
Chu Cang Lan said lowly. Something in his face suddenly changed as he looked ahead of him to the left, and he murmured, “Finally!”
Han Shuo and his purple shell rose up and flew far away when Chu Cang Lan pointed his right finger. After bouncing a few times, he finally came to a stop in a shallow depression, upon which Han Shuo realized he could no longer move and his lips made no noise. Apart from being able to hear, blink, and think, he could do nothing else within the confines of the purple shell.
“The three of you are late. I hope everyone can bring their best game to our battle today, and will not hate me if you die!”