The diary had just burned to ashes when Ma Ran and Dong Huaiming arrived at the hospital room one after the other.

"This smell, have you been burning something?"

Wan Haihao quickly wiped the moisture from his face with his hand, turned his head, and forced a smile: "Yeah, I burned some things, kind of like saying goodbye to my past self."

At this point, he awkwardly changed the subject: "Xiao Ming, when did you come over?"

Dong Huaiming raised the pen and small notebook in his hand, smiled, and said, "Just today."

"While you were all fighting over here in Lotus City, I haven't been doing nothing either."

"Although my Inner Qi Cultivation is very low and I haven't awakened any Superpower, I can't fight on the front lines like you do, but I can do what little I can."

After Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, Zhu Hanyi, Wan Haihao, and others went to Lotus City, Dong Huaiming went everywhere to make connections and finally got a temporary pass for the A3 District.

In the past few days, he specifically went to the A3 District for research, refining his recent work.

Even in the military, not everyone is a warrior; the role of the literary soldiers is irreplaceable as well.

Dong Huaiming has a clear understanding of himself; after discovering that he's not quite suited for combat, he started putting a lot of effort into the field of publicity.

"I suddenly realized..."

"Brother Hao, you're kind of starting to have a protagonist vibe."

Hearing Xiao Ming say this, Wan Haihao asked back: "How so?"

Dong Huaiming blinked: "Because you have a clear goal!"

"I just heard it outside."

"Becoming a Guardian... sounds so prestigious!"

"If you could shout this goal out every day as a slogan, it couldn't be more passionate!"

Wan Haihao blushed slightly, looked stealthily at Ma Ran beside him, trying to explain, but Xiao Ming continued to ramble on: "Actually, you're not the only one like this..."

"Zhu Hanyi wants to become the 'Earth Sword Master.'

"Su Qiangwei wants to surpass Brother Ran."

"Lin Qiubai is pursuing the Perfect Sword."

"See..."

"Everyone's goals and pursuits are so clear!"

The name Lin Qiubai was a pain in Wan Haihao's heart.

Mentioning the Sword Master, his emotions immediately sank, his eyes were somewhat teary, but he pretended to be calm.

Unfortunately, his somewhat choked voice revealed his true feelings: "Your statement isn't accurate, Brother Ran doesn't seem to have any particular purpose."

Xiao Ming glanced at the silent Ma Ran beside him and said meaningfully: "How do you know he doesn't?"

Wan Haihao sighed: "...Right."

"So... instead of just talking about others, let's talk about you. What about yourself? Any goals?"

Dong Huaiming didn't hesitate and immediately responded: "I initially joined the Grass Hut Academy to get in touch with the truly Extraordinary and witness the existence above the ordinary world."

"My goal, actually, has long been achieved."

"I'm very much enjoying my current situation."

"If you talk about new goals..."

"Actually, this period, I've already decided..."

Xiao Ming shook the notebook in his hand: "In my lifetime, I want to write a hundred books related to Brother Ran!"

"Each book won't be less than 500,000 words!"

Wan Haihao clicked his tongue.

In total, around fifty million words, it probably wouldn't take less than twenty years?

However, if the subject matter and protagonist are fixed...

It might take a bit longer?

But I have to say, Xiao Ming indeed has a talent in this area.

Previously, he organized Ma Ran's words and actions into "Extraordinary Lower One: Black Rock Martial Arts Initial Analysis," which was eagerly sought after by members of various academic societies and received rave reviews.

Thinking about it, Dong Huaiming's actions are somewhat akin to a wandering scholar from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods documenting sages and passing on their spirits.

It's quite meaningful.

The invisible hero whose name is unknown...

Always feels a bit lacking something.

When heroic deeds are only spread in a small circle, it's too trivial.

Only by becoming a hero and spreading their name, letting others know, is the best result.

This way, the true heroes and Guardians won't be cut off, and can continuously receive a fresh influx of blood.

The more Wan Haihao thought about it, the more he realized that what Xiao Ming was doing, although it didn't involve blood and sweat, was indeed very meaningful.

"Here, for you."

Dong Huaiming slapped his forehead, took a thick book out of the small satchel at his side, and handed it to Wan Haihao.

Novella: "Burning Nightmare."

Length: 500,000 words.

Type; Realistic.

Main Characters: Ma Ran, Song Chu, Su Qiangwei, Yang Guangzhao, Soldier Xiao Wang, etc...

Flipping two pages, looking at the summary, it seems to depict the story before and after the A3 District Nightmare Incident.

Half true, half imaginative.

From the summary, the plot is full of twists and turns, very appealing!

Wan Haihao casually flipped through this so-called documentary novel and said, "This kind of theme might not sell much; the title isn't straightforward enough."

Xiao Ming shook his head confidently and said, "Do you know what a custom novel is?"

"I finished writing this book a long time ago. This time, going to A3 District was just for gathering material and making final revisions to make the content more authentic."

"Once I return to Grass Hut Academy, the staff will immediately print an additional 100,000 copies, making it a leisure read for reserve members of major academies."

"There's no need to worry about sales or nobody reading it."

Wan Haihao paused and then realized.

No wonder Dong Huaiming seemed so energetic, managing to write a complete story of half a million words in less than a month.

"Are the characters in this book using real names?"

"Yes, for everyone mentioned by name, I've sought their consent! Where do you think all this substantial content was collected from?"

As Wan Haihao listened, he continued to peruse the book "Burning Nightmare" and unconsciously became engrossed.

Even though he was skimming through it, he had to admit that Xiao Ming had a talent for writing, making him feel excited and completely immersed.

"Song Chu is truly a real man... No wonder he qualifies to fight alongside Brother Ran."

With an exclamation, Wan Haihao wanted to make more comments but was interrupted by Ma Ran.

"You guys can chat slowly later; let's discuss the important matters first."

Ma Ran looked at Wan Haihao and said calmly, "The Sword Master asked me to pass on a few words to you."

At this, Wan Haihao's pupils slightly constricted, and he held his breath.

Had the Sword Master foreseen his own fate before the Lotus City Demon Mountain battle?

Was this...

A pre-leaving will?

"Don't get it wrong, he's not dead yet."

Seeing the expression on the other party, Ma Ran understood the misinterpretation: "The Sword Master asked me to tell you and Zhu Hanyi that when his physical body shattered and his soul was on the verge of vanishing, approaching extinction, he grasped a higher realm."

"After bidding farewell, his individual consciousness traversed the wormhole, returned to Cangming, and became closely connected with the entire human race of the Cangming Star."

"After advancing, he conveniently strengthened the wormhole between Cangming Star and Earth, consuming a lot, somewhat overextending."

"He probably needs to sleep for a long time to recover."

"However..."

"As long as the Cangming human race exists, the true spirit of the Sword Master will remain forever."

Wan Haihao was stunned for a long time before he finally regained his composure.

The Sword Master isn't dead.

The Sword Master isn't dead!

This was the best news he had heard today!

"Additionally, the Sword Master said..."

"Forget it, let him tell you himself."

With these words, Ma Ran's demeanor underwent an earth-shattering change in the blink of an eye.

Though his expression was unchanged, from him exuded a familiar and extreme aura of pride!

Ma Ran, or rather, the person currently borrowing Ma Ran's body, slowly paced to the window.

He held one hand behind his back, seemingly using the glass reflection to observe Wan Haihao.

"..."

His brows furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of mildness, yet seemingly with a touch of intangible concern: "Wastrel, ever since you and I swung that sword together, your talent in Sword Dao has finally become noteworthy."

"Cultivate well, do not slack."

"When we meet again, don't disappoint me."

This voice, like a whisper of the wind, like a clear spring, like smoke and clouds, carried a mysterious charm that lingered in the air, making one unable to resist recalling, pondering, savoring.

You can't be mistaken!

It's Lin Qiubai's voice!

In that instant, Wan Haihao saw the shadow of Lin Qiubai in Ma Ran!

No benign lies or comforts!

The words uttered from Ma Ran's mouth just now...

Were definitely spoken by the Sword Master himself!

...

Ten minutes later, Ma Ran, under the pretext of having other urgent business, left the hospital room, leaving Wan Haihao with Xiao Ming.

The Demon Mountain battle has concluded.

The greatest benefit from this incident was yet to be obtained.

After a moment's thought, Ma Ran dialed President Huang Weiguo's number.

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