Malin had just finished striking everyone down, and when he turned his head, he saw that these middle-aged men were either growing horns on their heads or having their waists shrink. Two of them were already covered with white hair on their arms, each advancing toward an ominous old age, scaring Malin into quickly switching to the longsword of the Lord of Justice. Alright, and just like that, peace was restored. The horns fell off their heads, the hair on their arms disappeared, and their waistlines returned... Wait a minute, this chubby uncle with the returning waistline seems to have ten million things to say. The Bleeding Ghosts over there had been hammered to the point of being half-helpless, and one of them tried to escape. Malin reached out and grabbed it, causing it to scream and fly back to Malin’s feet, tilting its head back and offering its neck to Malin’s grip. Malin didn’t crush it but instead caught the longsword it handed over and used it to pierce the heart of the Bleeding Ghost. If the Bleeding Ghost’s longsword could move, it probably would now be knocking its head against Malin’s hand, boom boom boom. Just like how the big guy over there is acting now: "Immortal! Forgive the mistakes of a small person like me!" Malin smiled and helped the big guy up. He thought his previous actions were like putting eye drops in front of such a powerful figure like Malin, making himself look very clueless. Malin didn’t think so, after all, if the world were full of living people with the courage to face despair like him, what would chaos be? In the Subspace, there is no absolute, and the four vendors arise from the darkness within life. If everyone harbors a fearless courage, possesses the most rational thinking, takes care of their and others’ health, loves creation, art, and affection, the vendors might only become the Rightful Gods in this world. Much like how the War God is now, the method of the Lord of Justice wasn’t wrong. In other worlds, Khorne remains Khorne, but here, he appears more like a legitimate War God—though a bit chaotic, at least he wouldn’t easily bless believers into Chaos Spawn. "Your bravery and fearlessness, both I and my love have witnessed. You’ve done well; each of you will receive my reward." Having said this, Malin handed a big box of potions to the big guy: "Go share it with your team members." Although the big guy didn’t know what exactly those green bottles contained, he knew if it’s given by a strong man, it must be something good. When he showed it to his team, a big-tailed fox girl dressed as an Immortal Master saw the potions and slid to Malin: "You must be Prince Malin! I finally see you in person!" Just when Malin was wondering if this girl was trying to extort him, she took out a small notebook: "Your Highness! Sign an autograph, let’s take a photo!" This little fox took out a pen and paper, and while Malin was signing, she pulled out a camera that looked like a phone, wrapped an arm around Malin’s arm, and snapped a picture. "I’m so happy; when I return to the Immortal Master Mansion, I can brag for a day!" After saying this, the little girl happily kissed Malin on the cheek and then returned to share the potions with her teammates: "These are the divine medicines given to everyone by Prince Malin! Don’t drink them recklessly for minor ailments or pains!" "She’s your fan, huh." Qu Yi walked up to Malin, smiling as she spoke. "Aren’t you jealous?" Malin smiled back, asking rhetorically. "I wouldn’t be jealous; if I were such a superficial woman, I wouldn’t have married you." Qu Yi frowned, saying. Even so, this girl walked over to Malin and gave him a kiss. Malin was happy, and as he turned his head, a Bleeding Ghost that had just crawled over the ruins knelt with a thud, turning its blade to slash its own neck. Another Bleeding Ghost that had just poked its head out screamed and disappeared, but Malin still reached out—what a prank! I’m interacting with my wife here, what are you guys doing! The Bleeding Ghost flipped in the air and flew over the ruins, adjusting its posture mid-air and landing kneeling in front of Malin. "Let me." Qu Yi stretched out her hand. Malin took out the longsword of the Lord of Justice—if he were to take out Khôrn’s sword, Malin would have battled with Hei Quyi until the DAO was obliterated today. The girl flicked her wrist, and the Bleeding Ghost’s head flew up, then she struck with the sword’s body, sending the head flying to Big Guy’s feet. "Mr. Big Guy, we’re leaving." Having said this, Qu Yi followed Malin into the car and continued northward under the farewell of these brave souls. "Yesterday, a patrol team in Old Shanghai encountered Malin and Meng Quyi. According to the patrol captain, our Mr. Malin used immortal means to kill all the Bleeding Ghosts they encountered." As soon as Sage Yu entered the meeting room, he couldn’t wait to speak to Sage Qian, who was sitting there drawing blueprints. "That’s great. Speaking of which, Sage Yu, why is it that a sage with skilled golden hands such as yourself can be outside gathering information, while an unstoppable big cat like me is stuck here drawing these damned weapon blueprints?" Sage Qian’s words, though full of complaints, showed his face covered with smiles when looking at his expression. The weapon blueprints Malin prepared for him made him realize that it should be his happiest day since becoming a sage, with so many new types of weapons and designs for reference. The soldiers of the Thainan Union Legion could get more and better weapons. This made Sage Qian think of his childhood as the youngest apprentice of the former Sage Qian. His mentor had complained more than once that his young apprentice was too restless to sit still. But ultimately, when his functions began to completely decline, facing the reality where only his youngest apprentice returned with the heads of the fallen apprentices from the North, he still entrusted him with the position of sage. "My child, do not let the lineage of Sage Qian fall into decline, do not let our duties get neglected." Sage Qian smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Mentor, you see, I haven’t let you down; our generation, perhaps, can indeed bring an end to Chaos." "Ah, you’re happy! You’re fooling me!" Sage Yu’s voice jolted Sage Qian from his memories. He looked at Sage Yu, finding that this small house-elf-like sage had climbed onto the table with puffed-up cheeks, seemingly truly ready to take over the pen. Sage Qian shook his head with a smile: "I didn’t lie, I do like drawing, but it’s different when drawing weapon blueprints. You know, Sage Yu, when I think about everything I did today is us sages proving ourselves, I’m filled with joy. Even though I detest drawing, I’ve never disliked this job of being a sage, and take pride in it." Sage Yu was silent for a moment, then smiled as well: "Well, I also like the work of being a sage." He moved to the other end of the bench, picked up new pens and paper, an apprentice brought him a set of blueprints, and he stood on the bench and began drawing. "Wouldn’t this be tiring?" Sage Qian seemed doubtful. "When I think about serving the world, I don’t feel tired." Upon saying this, excitement filled Sage Yu’s face: "I hope tomorrow’s messenger from the North can bring me new news about Mr. Malin." "There certainly will be. Mr. Malin is truly a land immortal." Sage Qian was filled with confidence about this. Although he doesn’t believe in gods, Mr. Malin...proclaimed himself to be human after all. It’s a bit laughable, but...Sage Qian was full of respect; in this era, someone who could resist becoming a deity and wholeheartedly fight for this world of mortals...there’s truly none other than Mr. Malin. May Mr. Malin live long, may he be blessed with a full family, may Mr. Malin...get what he wishes for.