Chapter Three: Yang’s Ordeal and the Cross-Realm Rescue

After Shi Jian uploaded the file, he paused for a moment before speaking.

[Shi Jian: In your original stories, there were no chat groups. Now that we have one, your futures will inevitably change. The plots from your original stories may not all unfold as before. You must keep this in mind!]

[Shi Jian: Being too reliant on your original futures might actually backfire on you.]

Xiao Yan responded confidently, “No problem, it’s just the butterfly effect—I get it. I only understand the gist. Brother, I owe you one this time!”

Meng Qi echoed, “Same here, bro. Whenever you need help, just call on me!”

Both Xiao Yan and Meng Qi, also travelers from Earth like Shi Jian, expressed their support. This shared origin naturally fostered a sense of kinship. Now that Shi Jian had revealed the script to them, their goodwill toward him grew immensely.

Lin Dong and Fang Han quickly followed suit.

[Lin Dong: No need to say more. Brother, if you’re ever in trouble, just say the word. I might not be good at much, but I’m a pro at fighting!]

[Fang Han: Thanks, I owe you a favor too!]

Both were people who valued reciprocation and thus made their pledges.

Shi Jian’s grin was nearly split from ear to ear. This was the advantage of honesty—it immediately made so many in the group indebted to others. It also bolstered his confidence. With this lineup in the group, even if a little kid couldn’t handle something, there would be someone to back him up!

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong’s strength might be slightly weaker, but Fang Han and Yang Qi were certainly on par with Shi Hao!

Wait...

Yang Qi?

He realized that since joining the group, Yang Qi hadn’t spoken once. And yet, this was a core figure. His cultivation technique, the Divine Statue Prison Suppression, was unbelievably powerful. Across countless worlds, many practiced his pirated technique. He was also a man of deep loyalty. After all, Shi Jian had uploaded the Sacred King for him—surely he would respond somehow!

Just as Shi Jian was pondering, a new message appeared in the chat group. The sender was none other than Yang Qi himself.

[Yang Qi: Everyone, if anyone has time to save my life, I have been trapped by a treacherous couple. My cultivation is completely lost, and I’m on the brink of death…]

At this moment, Yang Qi was covered in black scorch marks, looking utterly miserable. Previously, deceived by a woman, he had stolen the Fulong Pill from the city lord’s mansion for his beloved. But the woman only used him to steal the pill. Her cousin severely wounded him. Now, the city lord’s men had stripped him of his cultivation and even struck him with lightning!

If not for sheer willpower, he would have fainted long ago.

The rapid betrayal and series of blows left him no time to pay attention to the chat group. Now, cornered with no way out, the group chat was his last chance to turn the tide.

He learned that the group had a cross-dimensional feature, allowing travel between worlds. He glanced through the chat, gaining a rough understanding of its functions, and thus sent out his plea for help.

The teleportation feature could take him to other worlds and likewise bring others to his world. If Yang Qi fell into the hands of the city lord’s men, it would spell disaster for the Yang clan. Moreover, the treacherous couple had not yet gone far, and Yang Qi was burning with resentment. That was why he sought aid in the chat group.

Shi Jian’s eyes lit up upon reading Yang Qi’s message. A call for help? This was a golden opportunity—not only to earn goodwill but also to seize the chance to obtain the Divine Statue Prison Suppression technique.

[Shi Jian: I’m coming to help you!]

Without hesitation, Shi Jian posted this in the group, then found an empty stone chamber and activated the cross-dimensional function.

[A group member, Shi Jian, has sent you a cross-dimensional request. Do you accept the establishment of a cross-dimensional channel?]

[Accept/Reject.]

A voice rang in Yang Qi’s ear. Without hesitation, he chose to accept.

A simple, unadorned talisman gate appeared before them both.

Shi Jian stepped through without delay and quickly arrived before Yang Qi.

Yang Qi looked dreadful, but he summoned his remaining strength and gazed at his visitor with hope.

Then he was stunned.

Before him stood a child no older than seven or eight.

“You... you are Shi Jian?” Yang Qi asked in surprise. He had read Shi Jian’s messages and found him mysterious, but he never expected him to be such a youngster.

Shi Jian’s sudden appearance immediately alarmed the city lord’s guards.

A man clad in cold iron armor, his face fierce, eyed Shi Jian warily.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” he demanded.

Though Shi Jian looked like a child, the man dared not underestimate him. The means by which Shi Jian had appeared were beyond his understanding.

“Young disciple of the Celestial Academy. I vouch for this Yang Qi!” Shi Jian declared arrogantly. He was well versed in internet jargon and knew this was the moment to raise a banner for protection.

He had not expected so many people at Yang Qi’s location. Since he had teleported in front of everyone, he might as well claim to be from the Celestial Academy.

The cold iron-armored guard was already uneasy about the gate’s sudden appearance. He had never heard of such a technique and wondered what level of cultivation could achieve it.

Though Shi Jian looked like a kid, the guard felt a palpable threat emanating from him. A child capable of such intimidation could only come from a top-tier force like the Celestial Academy.

His expression darkened as he considered Shi Jian and Yang Qi, uncertain how to proceed.

Yang Qi spoke up just then, “Commander Luo Hun, you’ve already searched me. The Fulong Pill is not with me. I was deceived into stealing it! Those two scoundrels have not gone far. If you pursue them now, you might still recover the pill!”

As he spoke, Yang Qi pointed in the direction the treacherous couple had fled.

Luo Hun was the leader of the city lord’s guards clad in cold iron armor.

Hearing Yang Qi’s words, his eyes flickered, uncertain whether to trust them or not.

Shi Jian noticed his hesitation and, growing impatient, scowled.

“Are you just going to stand there? Should I have you all thrown out?”

With that, Shi Jian took a step forward and swung a punch at Luo Hun!

Shi Jian dared to cross worlds to aid Yang Qi because he was confident in his strength.

His cultivation had long surpassed the Blood-shifting Realm and he had even refined bone runes within his body.

Now, channeling his essence blood, a thunderous power surged through his flesh and blood, accompanied by a divine radiance. His strength was immense.

Though he had not yet reached the pinnacle of the Blood-shifting Realm’s hundred-thousand-pound stage, he wielded at least eighty thousand pounds of force!

This terrifying power was his confidence.

Yang Qi’s world was formidable, but judging from Yang Qi’s words, Shi Jian guessed that Yang Qi was at the early stages of his story—essentially the beginning of the novel. At this point, his enemies wouldn’t be too strong.

Shi Jian was confident he could help Yang Qi, or at least keep him alive.

Moreover, crossing worlds took but an instant. If things became impossible, they could simply retreat.

With such a safety net, Shi Jian dared to aid Yang Qi.

His strength ranked as late Blood-shifting Realm. Even the Wild Sky Emperor took fifty or sixty chapters to reach this stage. These were top-tier grand worlds—surely the strength of the Wild Sky Emperor at chapter fifty or sixty would not be able to overpower Yang Qi’s monsters at chapter ten.

Thus, Shi Jian stood ready to fight.