My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 283 - 282: The Devil’s Departure! [Slaying the Three Corpses]!

Early morning of the next day.

The dawn is faint, and the traces of the moon can still be vaguely seen in the sky.

Demon Son stands right above the gate of Grass Hut Academy.

He is going to return to Cangming Star.

Below, everyone who had interacted with Demon Son came to send him off.

This Demon Son, audacious and unruly, violent and powerful, but never bullied the weak, had the demeanor of a great hero.

Even those who didn't know his story felt a bit reluctant upon hearing his sudden departure.

Oddly enough, Wu Di, who usually had a good relationship with Demon Son, didn't come. It's unclear what he's up to.

"Maybe... he drank too much and is still sleeping?" Wang Shuyin couldn't be sure of his guess.

Li Xing also frowned: "No! I specifically went to find him. He wasn't in his room, and his phone can't be reached..."

Such an important and memorable moment, and Wu Di missed it. He might regret it for a long time.

Demon Son, standing above the gate of Grass Hut Academy, didn't seem to notice the absence of a person.

He waved to everyone, turned his back, and said freely, "I'm off!"

As he spoke, Demon Son soared into the sky.

"Wait! Demon Son! I prepared some Earth specialties for you! Take these!"

Wu Di's voice called Demon Son, who had just taken off, to a stop.

Everyone turned towards the voice and saw Wu Di carrying a mountain of a package.

"In here, there's a manual on wine brewing, seeds of some snacks, videos that Li Xing recorded, and a light energy player, plus..."

Bla bla bla.

Wu Di, like an old lady, prepared a whole lot of trivial, random little things.

As for the value of these things, it's not much.

The crucial part is that everything seems related to Demon Son's preferences and his experiences on Earth.

At this moment, Wu Di still carried the scent of alcohol, his hair slightly disheveled, looking a bit unkempt.

Clearly, he hadn't slept all night after a binge, just to prepare these seemingly useless "Earth specialties."

Demon Son stared at him as if he were looking at an idiot for a while, his eye twitching slightly.

After contemplating for some time, Demon Son ultimately said nothing, accepting the package from Wu Di, holding it with his left hand, and opened his right hand to pinch Wu Di's head.

He slightly released his grip, patted his head, and rubbed it.

"Brat, strive to become stronger!"

"Whenever you can make that 'Wu Di' transform into human form, come find me on Cangming Star again."

"I should be able to help her take some shortcuts."

"Well then..."

"The world is vast, we'll see each other again if fate allows."

As he spoke, Demon Son soared into the sky, his figure gradually shrinking, disappearing bit by bit in the wind.

In the end, it seemed like everyone vaguely saw a long spear with a huge package hanging on it, tearing through space, and vanishing without a trace.

Continuous farewells.

Continuous encounters. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

This is life.

"Wu Di... you... you seem to have been rubbed bald by Demon Son!"

"Pfft... hahahaha! I saw it earlier; I wanted to say it but didn't feel right. You guys held it in well!"

Wang Shuyin and Li Xing laughed uproariously nearby, maliciously reminding Wu Di of what happened.

Wu Di touched his head blankly.

Where's the hair?

So much hair, where did it go?

It did seem as if he really turned into a little bald head.

Not a single hair could be felt.

Smooth and satisfying to touch.

Demon Son really...

Has a wicked sense of humor?

The atmosphere at Grass Hut Academy abruptly shifted.

Filled with a joyous vibe throughout.

"Hair follicles aren't damaged."

Ma Ran slowly approached Wu Di, a light flickering in his hand, instantly giving a judgment: "Demon Son might have known that I intended to give you, Luo Xianli, and He Zi individual guidance. With such conditions, you can soon reach the Third Rank of Inner Qi, which is why he played a joke on you."

"Don't worry too much, after reaching the Third Rank of Inner Qi, your hair should grow back to its original length in two to three days."

The feature of the Third Rank of Inner Qi is enhanced cellular activity, with a metabolism rate far exceeding that of normal people.

Ma Ran's judgment wasn't wrong, and everyone present agreed.

It should only be an innocuous jest.

Wu Di, a rugged fellow, didn't feel upset about such a prank. Instead, he felt a thrill of being the center of attention, relishing in the moment.

Demon Son, while leaving, even gave him a little gift...

Wu Di touched his bald head, pondering if Demon Son's gesture held any deeper significance.

"Does shaving my head make it easier to make friends?"

After thinking for a while, Wu Di released his hand and embraced his sword.

Making friends seems unreliable.

Better make a friend himself!

Just like Zhang Kuang and Demon Son...

Who knows, centuries later, people might sing songs of himself and "Wu Di!"

That's what Wu Di thought.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

In the luxurious dormitory labeled "Martial God."

Su Qiangwei, after completing her training for the day, lay back on her bed, eating almonds and macadamia nuts, pondering a certain question.

In recent days, alongside her daily training, she keenly discovered something interesting.

Demon Son's departure seems to have taken away Ma Ran's "arrogance."

Just as when Sword Master left, taking away Ma Ran's "pride."

In these days, although others hadn't reacted in any way, Su Qiangwei observed in detail, keenly aware.

She knew that compared to before, Ma Ran had become more humble in dealings with others.

The aura that used to keep people at a distance was still there, yet not as intimidating as before.

"Using others as mirrors can help us understand our gains and losses."

The girl sighed.

Such a simple truth...

Anyone can say it.

But, among all the people Su Qiangwei has met, only Ma Ran achieved it to this extent!

"That guy is constantly improving his personality..."

"Never satisfied, never stopping, constantly pursuing higher realms."

Su Qiangwei reminisced about Ma Ran's past, summarizing, and categorized such individuals as possessing "an improving character."

Xiao Ming also once mentioned similar people in the group.

He even made a point to express in the group that as long as such individuals are alive, continually encountering new things and people, they can gradually perfect themselves through the method of "Slaying the Three Corpses."

In Daoism belief, the "three corpses" represent "upper, middle, and lower three corpses" within the body, symbolizing three "evil desires": ignorance and foolishness, troubles and delusions, and greed for food and lust.

It was clear that Xiao Ming's "Slaying the Three Corpses" wasn't limited to these aspects.

"Overthinking."

Su Qiangwei's thoughts moved as a bag of almonds made a "crackling" sound, and the shells naturally fell off.

The nuts lined up, flying one by one into her hand.

In her view, people like Ma Ran, even with average talents, could probably make achievements in any era or civilization, right?

Martial arts, history, xianxia, fantasy, future, fantastical...

She always felt that as long as Ma Ran wasn't excessively unlucky, regardless of which civilization he was born into, he would eventually stand at the pinnacle of that civilization.

Of course, that might also be the halo effect.

After all, this guy was set by Master Qiangwei as her first small goal to surpass.

Being too weak wouldn't do?

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

Ma Ran's voice came from outside.

"Judge has made up his mind to transform himself into the Netherworld."

"Let's go."

Su Qiangwei's thoughts shifted, and she floated from her bed to the door, using telekinesis to open it.

She didn't use a shell opener, crushing two macadamia nut shells with her bare hands.

"Coming! Coming!"

She tossed a nut into her mouth, and bundled another with telekinesis to deliver it to Ma Ran.

This time, Ma Ran accepted the comrade's offering without refusal, casually eating the plum wine-filled nut, acting nonchalant.

The girl chuckled softly.

See!

Ma Ran is different from before!

In the past, he would never have personally come to call people, and would subconsciously reject others' good intentions!

Now, he has improved just a little bit.