Another World Trip: Journey with My Cat and an Otaku Loli Goddess Chapter 329 - Heavenly Sun Noble

He shrugged when I said this, before saying, “It’s not a bad feeling. However, I would still like to enter, even if only to see how much I measure if we face each other.”

I respected that honestly, “Then let’s get to it.”

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We headed to where they were signing up for the martial competition and the crowd that was already there was even crazier than before, if you could believe it.

The crowd was easily in the thousands if I had to number it, which I could. You’d never guess, but cultivators had this weird superpower to count large numbers. I call it super counting and it’s weird that no one ever bought it up.

A cultivator could tell the difference between a thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, a million, billion, trillion… I think the next one is a quadrillion.

Meh, doesn’t really matter.

We made our way through the crowd, and it was then that I saw the use of fame. Because Firecracker here was someone that many people respected, a path cut through the crowd to grant him, and by extension me, passage.

I couldn’t help liking it.

Not the vanity of it, just the peace that it offered in a sense.

Before long, we came to the front of the crowd and saw the actual line for registration. Which meant that those earlier people actually came here to see who was signing up?

Sweet circumcised cow, these people need some hobbies.

“Well, might as well join the line.”

Violet Flame Noble looked at me weirdly when I said that. Looks like joining the line isn’t something he’s used to doing. To his credit, he didn’t comment on it and simply joined the line with me.

We received several stares and whispers when this happened. It got even more animated the longer we stayed in line. Their gazes regularly shifted to me and I could hear the news about Violet Flame Noble being my servant, spreading amongst them.

I immediately understood why lines weren’t things he was a big fan of.

“Look! That's Zhili Cheng Fang!” A person shouted when a particular person made it to the front of the line.

I looked at the person who shouted and thanked him for his service. They smiled at me and bowed in return.

I can’t help but respect this spokesperson of the peanut gallery. It can’t be easy knowing all these people and then introducing them to everyone else. That job demanded respect.

“I hear they call him the invisible killer,” another one chimed in.

My ear perked up at this. It couldn’t hurt to know a little more about the people I would come in contact with.

“In what way?” I asked them. That’s right, I asked them the question. I always wondered why an MC just never asked these questions. Screw that, I wanna know.

“He uses a strange power,” another expert answered me.

“Strange?” You can’t blame me for questioning that. I’ve literally fought people who can bench press a continent, probably. I have a cat who’s a dragon, I’m friends with a female druid, and a gluttonous monk who used Buddhist hand signs to body the masses. Exactly what constitutes strange, really?

“I hear he can kill people without even moving. Even weirder there are no spiritual fluctuations on his part, either!”

“Really?” That was interesting.

Spiritual fluctuations were the shifts, and variations of a person’s spiritual qi or spiritual essence as they fought.

The same rang true for body cultivators, too. However, their fluctuations took place within the realm of somatic essence. This Zhili Cheng Fang must be using something entirely different.

I took a good look at Zhili Cheng Fang and had to admit that he was either evil or… evil. Why, you ask? Well, his looks kinda gave it away.

He was what you would call aesthetically unpleasing, or to use fewer syllables, ugly.

His chin was so long that it could be used as an Olympic swimming pool diving board. Beady eyes darted around in quick shifting movements that reminded me of a chihuahua with ADHD (I saw some disturbing things on the internet). His hair was also thinning out, (I didn’t even know that male pattern baldness was a thing in cultivation novels, consider my horizons broadened).

This man lost at life in the looks department and yet still wore an arrogant expression as he drank in the praises of those around him.

I want to be like him when I grow up.

After he finished registering, he walked down the line so that people could see him and keep their eyes on him and he eventually arrived beside me. He looked up and down at me and sneered.

“Hmph! A brat who’s still wet behind the ears dares to act so arrogant? You better hope I don’t face you in the ring, otherwise… hehehe…” he left his rather obvious meaning up in the air.

“Why is this old uncle talking to me?” I asked, throwing him off guard. “Do you have candy too? My mother told me not to take candies from strange uncles. I’m still pure you heathen.”

“You!”

Zhili Cheng Fang nearly coughed up blood after this. How did his threat turn him into a sexual predator!?

Judging by his ugly and dumbfounded expression, maybe it was safe to say he didn’t have those preferences.

Obviously, my handiwork was quite effective. This was what I wanted, so I’m not about to stand up for him.

Violet Flame Noble who was about to stand up for me stepped back with a smile. At least he knows I can stand up for myself.

You know, it’s things like this that make me glad to still be eleven. It just made things like this more believable.

It seemed he noticed the strange stares he was getting from everyone else, especially Violet Flame Noble and glared at me something fierce.

Whoops?

“You’re lying!” He yelled at me.

“I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong,” I shot back.

Was I Lying? Yes, yes, I was.

Did I care? No, no, I did not.

He turned around with his hands outstretched, facing the masses. “This is slander!”

I took out a pen and paper in response. “Would you like me to write it down so it’s libel?”

“Die!” Consumed by rage, he lunged for me, only for a terrifying pressure to come bearing down on him.

Boom!

He stood there stuck in place, unable to move an inch.

An aged voice echoed out that rang in everyone’s ears. “Any unauthorised fighting is punishable by expulsion from the competition.”

As soon as the voice disappeared, so did the pressure that was levied on Zhili Cheng Fang.

He then stared daggers back at me. It was obvious at a glance that the earlier experience tempered his anger a great deal. Not enough to not wanna kill me, but enough to do it later rather than sooner.

Without another word, he swished the sleeves of his robe and walked away.

Well, that was anticlimactic. Looking at everyone’s expressions, it seemed that they were disappointed they didn’t get to see Zhili Cheng Fang in action.

We were moving up in the line, but the insane length made it so that we wouldn’t get through for now.

Man, you’d think that since these people can move at insane speeds that literally break the void and the known laws of physics that a simple line could move a little faster. Discrepancies like these really stand out when you’re the one dealing with them.

“Look! It’s Heavenly Sun Noble!”

Hearing the commotion, Violet Flame Noble and I looked over to see a golden-haired woman walking over. I had more time to survey her, and this woman was supermodel-worthy by the standards of my old world. Not that I cared much for it.

Her facial structure was soft, and her creamy skin was without blemishes. The absence of pimples made me think that cultivators didn’t really go through puberty… which explained a lot.

Her pupils were golden as well, and quite beautiful, if I’m being honest. She was beautiful all over, really. I contest nothing on that front. It’s not like I couldn’t see beauty… it’s just that… it didn’t affect me like most people, which is the loss of their senses.

Plus, though she was a woman, there was a heroic air about her that couldn’t be wiped away. She took large strides as she walked over.

She also wore glistening golden armour that shone like the sun. Two orbs sat squarely on the shoulders of the pauldrons, while one rested where the sternum was. There were two more that were nestled neatly in the knee joints.

They release a blinding radiance as if they contained their own suns. The broken parts of it were already repaired like it didn’t go through a heaven-shaking battle against Death Armour Archaic Soldier the other night.

Behind her was Mad Sword Haoran, and behind him was Jingyi Yu who was walking with her head down. She didn’t look sad or put down, but more like she was keeping a low profile.

She didn’t have to try hard though, as all eyes were glued to Heavenly Sun Noble. The woman could command attention, that’s for sure.

They didn’t join the line either. They strode right past where the line started and headed for a particular location in it. The part where Violet Flame Noble and I stood.

“Hello fellow Daoist Di,” she said with a bright smile.