Ian was helpless about this, so he could only hypnotize her.
Seeing Erin standing motionless, Daisy Morgan grew anxious. "What did you do to her?"
"Don't worry, Miss Daisy. She's fine—our Vice Captain Lu probably hypnotized her!" Mason Hu quickly explained.
"You're a Psychic Adept?"
Daisy stared at Ian in shock.
"Yeah, something like that. She'll wake up in a few minutes. Mason, Evan, let's go!" Ian called out, heading for the exit.
Mason really wanted to stay and chat with Daisy a bit longer, but seeing Erin still frozen there, he waved goodbye and followed the others out.
On the way back, Mason's curiosity flared up. "Vice Captain Lu, did you really kill that violent woman nine times?"
"I don't remember exactly—maybe eight or nine times."
"Why'd you kill her so many times, anyway?" Mason pressed.
"You think I wanted to? She kept running up to get killed—like she had a screw loose!" Ian said, exasperated.
The three of them joked around as they headed back to the hotel, then went to the restaurant for dinner.
Not long after returning to their rooms, the nagging deputy minister came by to check up on them.
Late at night, with the hotel quiet, Ian sat cross-legged on his bed, cultivating his zhenyuan.
Though this world has entered the interstellar age, its ambient spiritual energy is many times richer than that of the main world.
His Immortal cultivation had long been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage, lacking the opportunity for breakthrough.
He just hadn't found that catalyst yet.
Suddenly, Ian frowned—he sensed two new figures on the hotel rooftop.
Both of them were middle-aged, at least in their early forties.
After a brief conversation, the two started fighting right there on the rooftop. Their fighting style was unusual—they controlled a short sword and a short knife with mental power, making them duel in midair.
But Ian didn't choose to clash head-on with her. With a nimble sidestep, he appeared behind Erin and kicked her waist, sending her sprawling face-first onto the ground—doing a classic 'dog-eating-shit' fall.
Watching this, Mason couldn't help but feel a guilty pleasure—seeing that ugly woman eat dirt was just too satisfying.
Meanwhile, Daisy was stunned—she couldn't believe this guy could make Erin, a ninth-level Warrior, eat dirt in just a few moves. Even ordinary War-Generals couldn't defeat her so easily.
Daisy helped Erin up and asked, "Erin, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just want to teach that brat a lesson!" Erin glared fiercely at Ian.
"Forget it, you're not his match at all!" Daisy advised.
"No way, I haven't lost yet!" Erin said stubbornly, then shouted at Ian: "Brat, if you have guts, don't dodge—fight me head-on!"
Heh heh!
Ian just smiled.
Erin stared at him: "What do you mean? Are you agreeing or not?"
Ian replied calmly: "Exactly that. My strength and defense aren't as high as yours—why should I give up my advantages just to fight you your way? Are you too naive, or do you just think I'm stupid?"
...You... For a moment, Erin was left speechless.
Forget it, I won't fight you today. Next time, brat, what's your name? Do you dare leave your name? Erin asked again.
'My name is Ian Song,' Ian replied.
Mason and Evan secretly snickered. Deputy Minister Lu must've told him to use a fake name—they had no idea this was his real name.
But when Erin heard the name "Ian Song," her eyes widened. She immediately realized this guy was the one from the VR arcade who killed her nine times in Sword Saint.
She gritted her teeth and glared at Ian: "Were you just playing Sword Saint?"
"Yeah," Ian nodded.
Erin pressed: "Did you found a mountain stronghold called Liangshan Marsh, robbing sect disciples under the banner of punishing the wicked and acting for Heaven?"
"Yeah, I did that," Ian nodded again.
Did you kill an Emei female disciple nine times in a row? Erin pressed, now almost certain the guy who killed her nine times in-game was Ian.
Ian thought for a moment. "I think so!"
Bastard! I'm going to fight you!
The moment Ian admitted to killing her nine times, Erin's rage erupted. She roared and charged straight at him.
Bang!
But soon, Erin was knocked to the ground again. Ian suddenly realized: "Wait, you're that unlucky Emei disciple, aren't you?"
That's me, and I'm going to kill you! Erin yelled.
Erin got up and charged at Ian again.
Ian dodged and said, "It's just a game, why take it so seriously? Stop now, or I won't be polite!"
But Erin didn't listen and kept attacking Ian.
Ian was helpless and could only hypnotize her.
Seeing Erin standing motionless, Daisy grew anxious. "What did you do to her?"
Don't worry, Miss Daisy. She's fine—our Vice Captain Lu probably hypnotized her! Mason quickly explained.
You're a Psychic Adept?
Daisy stared at Ian in shock.
Yeah, something like that. She'll wake up in a few minutes. Mason, Evan, let's go! Ian called out, heading for the exit.
Mason really wanted to stay and chat with Daisy a bit longer, but seeing Erin still frozen there, he waved goodbye and followed the others out.
On the way back, Mason's curiosity flared up. "Vice Captain Lu, did you really kill that violent woman nine times?"
I don't remember exactly—maybe eight or nine times.
Why'd you kill her so many times, anyway? Mason pressed.
You think I wanted to? She kept running up to get killed—like she had a screw loose! Ian said, exasperated.
The three of them joked around as they headed back to the hotel, then went to the restaurant for dinner.
Not long after returning to their rooms, the nagging deputy minister came by to check up on them.
Late at night, with the hotel quiet, Ian sat cross-legged on his bed, cultivating his zhenyuan.
Though this world has entered the interstellar age, its ambient spiritual energy is many times richer than that of the main world.
His Immortal cultivation had long been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage, lacking the opportunity for breakthrough.
He just hadn't found that catalyst yet.
Suddenly, Ian frowned—he sensed two new figures on the hotel rooftop.
Both of them were middle-aged, at least in their early forties.
After a brief conversation, the two started fighting right there on the rooftop. Their fighting style was unusual—they controlled a short sword and a short knife with mental power, making them duel in midair.
A skilled two-star Psychic Adept can already fight with spiritual weapon control.
But to wield their weapons with such mastery, ordinary two-star Adepts couldn't do it—so these two on the roof were likely three-star Psychic Adepts.
Ian had little interest in battles at this level.
With a thought, he released his spiritual power, casting a vast psychic net that enveloped the two on the rooftop.
Instantly, both men froze, faces filled with terror and awe. The mental force binding them was simply too powerful—they couldn't even muster the will to resist.