"On a whim," Wang Han said with a smile, "I'm very curious to see how far your flames can grow."
After Wang Han finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and two stone benches and a stone table rose up beside him. He gestured for Yan Lingji to sit down.
Seeing Wang Han casually wave his hand and two stone benches rise from the ground, Yan Lingji was shocked again. Then, with a smile, she sat down on one of the stone benches and said, "It was just a whim, out of curiosity. I don't believe that good things never fall from the sky. If they do, they're more likely to be traps. But I'm quite surprised that you'll show me your true face."
"Appearance is for people to see; it's just a matter of whether I want people to see what I look like, and what kind of appearance I want to present to whom. As for the trap you mentioned, do you think I, with my abilities, would need to set a trap for you?" Wang Han said with a smile.
"You really are unpredictable!" Yan Lingji said.
“People are inherently fickle. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I will tell you what I can,” Wang Han said, taking out two seeds and dropping them on the ground next to the stone table. He then formed a hand seal, and a stream of chakra flowed from his feet into the ground.
To Yan Lingji's astonishment and disbelief, two fruit trees sprang from the ground at a visible speed, growing to the height of a person in the blink of an eye. Their branches reached the stone table, laden with ripe apples and oranges.
"Let's eat and chat," Wang Han gestured.
"How should I address you? Do you use magic?" Yan Lingji looked at the fruit growing beside the stone table, picked an orange, peeled it, ate it, and asked with a smile. She spoke as if to a friend, because she knew that she and Wang Han were not enemies, at least not for now.
"Immortal arts..." Upon hearing this, Wang Han paused for a moment before saying, "It can barely be considered pseudo-immortal arts, it's somewhat related to immortal Taoist arts. As for how you address me, just call me Wang Han."
"Mr. Wang Han, if you say you're using fake immortal techniques, then you're a fake immortal too," Yan Lingji said with a sly smile.
"A fake immortal... well, you could say that. He is indeed a fake immortal, but I am much stronger and more capable than those charlatan charlatans." Hearing this, Wang Han couldn't help but laugh. Whether in terms of ninjutsu or cheat codes, he was indeed an immortal, a fake immortal with cheat codes.
"So you just want to ask me if I'm a fake immortal?" Wang Han said with a smile. "There are many people who want to ask me questions, from emperors and wealthy merchants to people of all walks of life and beggars. Don't waste your chance to ask me!"
"It seems you know a great deal; your knowledge is astounding," Yan Lingji said with a smile. "So, how broad is the range of questions I can ask you?"
"I won't talk about human nature or the past, nor the future, nor judge the right or wrong of history," Wang Han said with a smile. "I can answer some questions about astronomy, geography, water conservancy and agriculture, medicine and martial arts, strange arts and anecdotes, politics and business, poetry and songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But you'd better think carefully about your questions, because my time to answer people is limited, and the opportunities to ask me questions are also limited."
Wang Han wasn't bragging. He was not only a modern person, but had also experienced several worlds. With the help of the thieving cheat, Wang Han had learned a lot. However, Wang Han didn't boast too much, lest he encounter questions he couldn't answer.
Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji pondered for a moment, her gaze fixed on Wang Han, and asked, "Then do you know why I was born with the ability to use fire?"
"People in this world are all different, and everyone's luck is either good or bad. Among countless people with good or bad luck, there is a very low probability that they become different from others due to various innate or acquired reasons. These people have abilities that ordinary people do not have. They can do things that ordinary people cannot do without practicing martial arts. Their abilities are also diverse, or their appearance may change. This type of person can also be called an ability user or a mutant."
"Ability user? Mutant? Could you elaborate?" Yan Lingji asked, as this was the first time she had heard this term.
Wang Han explained, "Ability users are like you. Due to congenital or acquired reasons, their bodies and bloodlines have changed, making them different from ordinary people. That's why they possess abilities that ordinary people don't have. However, the abilities they awaken are also different. The more common abilities are fire, earth, water, air, spirit, strength, and speed. Even the same awakened ability can have differences. Some people even awaken several abilities. Among them, lightning and ice are relatively rare. Among the awakened ability users, some have even awakened immortality, while others have awakened abilities like limb regeneration, which are considered heaven-defying. The ability one awakens also depends on their own opportunities."
"Have you seen any others?" Yan Lingji asked, but she regretted it as soon as she asked, because Wang Han in front of her was one of them.
“I have seen them,” Wang Han said. “Not only have I seen them, but I’ve also seen quite a few people with special abilities.”
"From what you're saying, it seems that ability users aren't as rare as phoenix feathers," Yan Lingji said upon hearing this.
"Ability users are indeed very rare," Wang Han said with a smile. "Haven't you never seen any other ability users before?"
“If that’s the case, then it’s indeed very rare.” Hearing this, Yan Lingji nodded, no longer concerned about the question, and asked, “Can you tell me why you wanted to kill Li Wei? The one you killed in the village seven days ago. You said you wanted to kill the thing hidden inside his body, but what is hidden inside Li Wei’s body? Is he also a power user?”
“Li Wei was killed because he was already under control,” Wang Han said. “The thing controlling him is called a parasitic soul, which is a kind of soul-like state. It’s not a power user, but probably some kind of race or experimental subject.”
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