Otherworldly Affairs Office

Chapter 917 917: Pre-Match Meeting

After listening to Lin Junzhao's explanation, Pei Yan felt somewhat disappointed! As Lin said, mental state issues can be maintained and improved through training, but while wielding this Power of Origin, all other abilities are restricted, making this Power of Origin rather cumbersome. In battle, opponents can easily spot the weakness of this ability, and if they have a contingency plan to counterattack at the right moment, it could lead to a passive situation where one ends up losing the game."I naturally don't have these concerns when I wield this Power of Origin myself, but when you do, you have to consider all these unfavorable factors." Lin Junzhao said, casually tossing the scissors aside and taking out a towel from the storage ring, placing it on Pei Yan's shoulder and patting him to comfort him: "You don't need to worry too much. This Power of Origin won't help you much in this competition, but if you win, I'll win two more Powers of Origin from Lin Ruxue and Candle Dragon as a prize. Then you'll have four Powers of Origin in your body, and more importantly, my origin and Candle Dragon's origin balance each other out, so when you wield my origin again, there won't be such a big drawback."

"That's all we can do!" Pei Yan picked up the towel from his shoulder and brushed off the hair falling on his body, casually saying: "So will you be residing inside Ye Ruozai next?"

"No, tonight I'll assist Ye Ruozai in the final fusion of the Power of Origin I bestowed on him with his abilities. After that, I'll return to your body."

Seeing Pei Yan's surprised look, Lin Junzhao shrugged and said: "Right now, Ye Ruozai as my host isn't perfect yet. He still has a lot of room for growth. When his body becomes more suitable for me, I'll naturally fuse with him. Besides, you wouldn't want me to eliminate your friend so early, right? The main reason is for you to win this competition. The cost I'm paying is too high; my freshly restored source body is almost back to its original state. Alas, the five-year recovery period is almost wasted. But fortunately, your mysterious source energy cycle has an excellent recovery effect on me. I believe I'll recover faster this time than before."

Pei Yan was indifferent to this answer. He's used to this lifestyle. He placed the towel on the chair and turned to walk towards the pool, listening to Lin Junzhao continue: "But this time you can't expect me to intervene and help you win the competition. Last time, the team event caused great dissatisfaction in the Magic Realm, but considering the bigger picture, K decided to endure it. This time, everyone has placed heavy bets, and if I intervene again, it will cause strong backlash from other planes."

"Understood!" Pei Yan squatted by the pool, looking at his reflection in the water, reached out to touch his freshly shaved short hair, and sighed helplessly: "Is this what you call haircutting?"

"Yeah! Didn't it turn out well? You said your hair was too long, didn't you? It's very refreshing now!" Lin Junzhao proudly touched Pei Yan's hair.

"Sis, were you a prison barber before?"

The next day, Lin Junzhao, as promised, brought the Power of Origin she gifted to Pei Yan back into his body. After absorbing this power, Pei Yan spent the remaining time attempting it a few times and found that, as Lin Junzhao said, the mental state is crucial when entering the state, and his abilities are severely restricted. Even his mechanical innate ability was limited, able only to maintain his mechanical left eye for life-saving purposes. Considering the significant side effects of this ability, Pei Yan decided not to use it as a means of attack in this competition unless absolutely necessary.

As the competition date approached day by day, after the Immortal Palace officially sent disciples to notify the exact date, the special action group stationed at Yirong Pavilion held the last group meeting before the battle. When Pei Yan entered the room, it immediately provoked a chorus of laughter, including his sister who also looked at Pei Yan with a monk-like shaved scalp, feeling amused yet helpless.

"Is it that funny?" Pei Yan pulled Jiang Feiyang who laughed the most, firmly clamping his neck with his armpit and said angrily: "Is it that funny! Do you believe I can give you this hairstyle too!"

"Brother! Brother! Brother Pei! I'm sorry, okay! It hurts! It hurts!" Jiang Feiyang struggled to escape from Pei Yan's armpit, laughing as he said: "Pei Yan, even if you shave my head like this, it's useless!" With that, Jiang Feiyang evaded Pei Yan's second attempt to grab him, dodging around the table and teasing Pei Yan: "Look at the face full of vicissitudes and the fierce expression, paired with this shaved white head, it's simply a reformed gangster look! Pei Yan, you're becoming more and more like that, but the styling is still lacking. Lacking what?"

"A tattoo!" Xia Yu chimed in, teasing: "Wange, give your good brother a big tattoo on his back, immediately that'll do it!"

"Does that need a tattoo!" Wang Wenze joined in the teasing, laughing: "Pei Yan, take off your jacket and that body covered with scars is enough to scare a few people. My brother needs a tattoo for what!"

Wang Wenze walked over to Pei Yan, patted his shoulder, and laughed: "My brother needs a big gold chain! Don't worry, after the competition, I'll get you a big gold chain, definitely thicker than a dog's collar!"

"You said it! I'll be waiting for it! Don't try to fool me with a fake one that floats in a bathhouse!" Faced with the teasing, Pei Yan was long accustomed to it; this is where he felt most at ease. With that, he sat on the chair, placed his legs on the table, and replied in a gangster-like manner.

Amidst laughter, everyone continued to tease each other. Then Gu Shenghui, who was presiding over the meeting, spoke up: "Alright, time for the meeting! Pei Yan, put your legs down! I'll announce the competition rules for the individual event this time."

Upon hearing Gu Shenghui speak, Pei Yan obediently put his legs down, and everyone stopped joking, returning to their seats, listening as Gu Shenghui continued: "This individual event differs from the previous one; the principles of the Sword Discussion Conference's individual competition are canceled. It is now a plane team event of three members, where opponents are selected through drawing lots for the competition. Since the Hell Plane chose to exit, leaving six teams to become five, in the first round of drawing lots, one team will directly advance."

"Why is it so complicated? I've chatted with Immortal Palace disciples recently; they said they previously chose opponents themselves and fought after a challenge! Why are the rules changed for us?" Jiang Feiyang asked in confusion.