Tycoon War God-Chapter 721: There is a Sword Immortal in the World!
While the Martial Arts World was in turmoil over the battle at the Great Wall, Lin Mu had already boarded a plane to America.
"Honey, is it really okay for us to do this?" Qin Luoli snuggled into Lin Mu’s arms, her voice tinged with concern.
After the battle at the Great Wall ended, Lin Mu immediately took her away. They had just arrived at the airport when they received a call from Xiao Xuan, who bluntly asked Lin Mu to take charge of the Dragon Protection Hall. But Lin Mu simply hung up and boarded the plane with Qin Luoli.
"What’s there to worry about? Your man is a living legend now. What’s Xiao Xuan going to do, eat me?" Lin Mu said with a laugh.
Qin Luoli rolled her eyes at him.
Lin Mu continued, "I’m doing this to make him squirm. He’s the one who asked me to come out of retirement, forcing me to fight Shen Lang and ruin my plan to return to simplicity. I should be praised for not slapping him in the face."
"Will your Cultivation Level be affected?" she asked, her focus immediately shifting to him in concern.
"Don’t worry. My return to simplicity is different from others. They experience life to seek breakthroughs, whereas I’m just trying to keep myself from becoming more detached."
Lin Mu had immersed himself in the mortal realm to experience the warmth of ordinary life, to feel more human.
Qin Luoli happily pressed her face against Lin Mu’s chest. She knew this man had entered the mortal realm for her.
"Lin Mu, I’m so happy," Qin Luoli murmured.
Inhaling the scent of her hair, Lin Mu said, "I know. Because I’m very happy too."
As the flight took off, a flight attendant carefully approached them. "Sir, Madam, hello. May I disturb you for a moment?"
Lin Mu didn’t mind, but Qin Luoli replied playfully, "You may not."
Lately, she and Lin Mu had been experiencing a simpler life—knitting, playing shuttlecock—and it felt like she was a young girl again.
"Sorry, my wife is just joking. Please, tell us what you need," Lin Mu said, pinching Qin Luoli’s nose. He played the part of an ordinary man perfectly, apologizing and even using the word ’please.’ Anyone from the Martial Arts World would have been astounded to hear him speak so politely.
The flight attendant could see that Qin Luoli was just flirting with her husband. Great, a public display of affection, and I can’t even be annoyed about it.
Taking a moment to compose herself, the flight attendant said, "There is a pregnant woman in economy class who is having some difficulty. I was wondering if you two would be willing to switch seats with her, to give her your seats in first class."
"Why us?" This time, Qin Luoli was genuinely displeased.
The flight attendant hastily explained, "Her husband is with her, and yours is the only two-person seat in first class, so..." She was quite embarrassed, as she knew this was clearly against regulations.
"It’s fine. Let them come over," Lin Mu said. First class is one kind of life, economy is another. I’d like to experience that, too.
Soon, a young man in his late twenties walked over, escorted by the flight attendant, supporting a woman with a large pregnant belly. The couple thanked them profusely.
A playful look in his eyes, Lin Mu led Qin Luoli away from their seats.
"Honey, that woman isn’t pregnant," Qin Luoli said excitedly after they sat down in economy, as if she’d discovered something fun.
"Indeed. Her belly is full of special explosives. I’m just not sure how she got them past airport security," Lin Mu confirmed with a nod.
"A hijacking! This is my first time," Qin Luoli said, a little excited. She wasn’t afraid in the slightest. After all, the man sitting beside her was Lin Wudi, a living legend and the most powerful person in the world.
"I want to see what they’re up to as well."
With Lin Mu’s Cultivation Level, not just explosives, even a nuclear bomb couldn’t be detonated without his permission. To him, common hijackers were utterly insignificant.
Qin Luoli waited with keen interest, like a fan waiting for the premiere of a new TV series.
Sure enough, about ten minutes later, a commotion erupted from first class.
At the same time, two Caucasian men suddenly stood up. One pulled out a ceramic gun, and the other held up a package.
"We are fighters from the Freedom Front, and we’re taking over this plane now! No one move, or we’ll detonate the bomb!"
Normally, one or two air marshals are assigned to a flight. The moment the air marshal realized it was a hijacking, he reached for his gun. But as his hand touched the grip, he found himself completely frozen.
An expression of pure shock crossed the air marshal’s face. A voice suddenly spoke in his ear, "Don’t be afraid. I’m not with the hijackers."
The air marshal tried to look around, but he couldn’t move an inch. What kind of divine power is this?! He was utterly stunned.
"Immortal? If you have such abilities, why don’t you stop these bandits?" the air marshal asked, suppressing his panic.
"I just want to see how they pull this off and what their objective is," the voice replied, its tone flat and indifferent.
He just wants to watch the show? The air marshal didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What a peculiar Immortal, to be interested in hijackers.
Still, he didn’t doubt the Immortal’s intentions. If this being had any ill will, the power to silently freeze him in place was more than enough to control the entire aircraft. An immobilization spell... The air marshal had only ever seen something like that in shows like ’Journey to the West’.
"Do as you please, then," the air marshal conceded. It wasn’t like he had a choice. He was completely paralyzed.
Qin Luoli’s ears twitched. "Huh? They’re not hijacking the plane to Huaxia, they’re heading for Bermuda. Are these people insane?"
The Bermuda Triangle was a place shrouded in mystery, where planes or ships would disappear every few years.
Lin Mu recalled the various legends about the Bermuda Triangle, and a thought suddenly sparked in his mind. "Perhaps that is where my opportunity lies."
"Opportunity?" Qin Luoli was puzzled.
Lin Mu explained, "During my last seclusion, I had a revelation. I sensed that to break through from Qi Cultivation and reach Foundation Establishment, I would need a fateful opportunity. That’s why I was heading to America in the first place."
With the air marshal neutralized, the hijacking proceeded smoothly. A few hours later, the plane neared the Bermuda Triangle.
"Immortal, you can’t let them do this! Bermuda is the Devil’s territory! Once we fly in there, we’re all doomed!" The air marshal was frantic and began to struggle. But how could an ordinary man possibly break free from Lin Wudi’s control?
"Looks like there’s no good show to watch anymore. Go ahead and do your thing, honey," Qin Luoli said, sounding bored. She had expected the hijacking to be thrilling, but for the past few hours, she had just been watching the two Caucasians standing foolishly at the front of the cabin.
With a mere thought, Lin Mu’s Divine Sense flashed out. Two hijackers in economy, two in first class, and one in the cockpit—all five were instantly knocked unconscious.
"Come on, I’ll take you to have a look at Bermuda," Lin Mu said, taking Qin Luoli’s hand. They rose and walked toward the cabin door.
The air marshal finally regained his ability to move. He cuffed the two nearby hijackers and shouted urgently, "Everyone, return to your seats! Do not move around—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the cabin door flew open with a BANG.
"AAAH!" the air marshal screamed in terror, and the passengers began to panic. At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the cabin was enormous. Opening the door now could cause the plane to disintegrate.
After the screams died down, everyone was stunned to find the cabin perfectly calm. It was as if the plane was not at an altitude of 10,000 meters but had already landed on the ground.
The air marshal stared at Lin Mu’s back in a sudden moment of realization. That... he’s the Immortal from before!
