Chapter Fifty-One: First Entry, Battle Power Analysis in the Magical Plane

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Muto was genuinely surprised; he hadn’t realized that there was a time limit for Plane Agents to stay in different worlds. But, thinking it over, the restriction made sense. It was like if a magic plane agent entered a material plane—wielding immense power, they’d be able to do whatever they pleased, and who could possibly stop them?

After a brief period of hazy disorientation, Muto found himself inside a quaint wooden cabin. The cabin was entirely bare except for a single tatami mat. Still, Muto felt a distinctly ancient Chinese atmosphere in the small room. Soon after, Ziguei, Baldhead, and Lu Daoxuan were also transported inside.

Just like before, Baldhead brought along five sturdy bio-soldiers, Ziguei had three robots, and this time Muto brought Mu Siyu with him. The Immortal of the Clouds was concealed in the “Harem Realm,” and Fearless One had shrunk to a two-meter form to accompany Muto. Only Lu Daoxuan arrived alone.

Surveying the sparse room, Ziguei exclaimed, “Brother Gu, you told me you’re the National Mage of some Canglan Empire on this continent, right? Why are you living so simply? Don’t tell me you were just making things up!”

“This is where I usually meditate in seclusion!” Gu Feng retorted irritably. As he spoke, he opened the door and led the group outside. Only then did they realize they were in a vast garden, complete with artificial hills, ancient trees, and fountains, all arranged with exquisite taste. The humble little cabin nestled within lent the place an air of reclusive elegance.

“Gu Feng, give us an overview of this continent so we know what to expect,” Muto said as they walked.

Gu Feng replied, “We’re in a magical world, and the continent is divided among seven powerful nations. Of course, there are buffer zones and some minor states in remote areas. I am the National Mage of the Canglan Empire, one of the seven great empires. Don’t be fooled by my youthful appearance—I’ve been a Plane Agent for decades. Even the current emperor of Canglan calls me ‘teacher’ when we meet!”

Hearing this, Ziguei’s curiosity flared up. “There are many ways to stay young—fountains of youth, beauty techniques, you name it. Which one do you use? Come on, we’ve known each other so long, how old are you really? You’re not some ancient monster, are you?”

Thwack! Gu Feng, annoyed, pulled a staff from his storage bracelet and knocked it on Ziguei’s head. “That’s a secret! Haven’t you heard it’s extremely rude to ask someone’s age?”

“Ow!” Ziguei, far weaker than Gu Feng, couldn’t dodge the blow. He clutched his head, grimacing in pain. “Come on, you’re not a woman. What’s there to hide?”

Muto hurriedly changed the subject. “Brother Gu, what’s the overall power level in this magic world? For instance, where do you stand?”

Gu Feng shot Ziguei a glare before explaining, “Since this is a magical plane, magic reigns supreme. But those with magical talent are one in ten thousand. Excluding apprentice mages, magic users are divided into nine levels. Levels one through five are ordinary mages; above level six, you become a sought-after Magus. Level eight is called Archmage, and as for myself—well, I’m embarrassed to say I’ve already reached the ninth level: Mage Saint.”

Ziguei scoffed, “Well, considering you’ve been cultivating for decades and have the advantages of the Plane Trading System, it’d be idiotic if you weren’t a Mage Saint by now.” He then grinned at Muto, “Don’t be intimidated by that title. I bet in this world, Mage Saints are as common as stray dogs—probably not worth much…”

Thwack! Before he could finish, Gu Feng’s staff struck his head again. “Stray dogs? It’s you who’s not worth much! On this continent, there are only seven Mage Saints, and we’re all National Mages for the great empires. I’m a Spatial Mage Saint, a cut above the rest. The other six have to show me proper respect.”

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Despite their bickering, the two got along famously; otherwise, they wouldn’t have worked together so smoothly to outwit Carefree in the Trading Space.

Gu Feng continued, “Aside from mages, the other main power system on the continent is that of swordsmen. Those without magical talent but unwilling to lead ordinary lives often choose the path of the sword. Swordsmen are also ranked in nine levels: one through five are ordinary swordsmen, above level six are Grand Swordsmen, level eight are Swordmasters, and level nine are Sword Saints.”

Lu Daoxuan suddenly asked, “Are Mage Saints the apex of this world’s power? How do you compare to dragons?”

“To ordinary people, yes, Mage Saints are the pinnacle. But in truth, there are five supreme beings in this world. When I had just become a Mage Saint, I was full of ambition and once challenged one of the Five Supremes!” At this, Gu Feng was still visibly shaken, patting his chest. “Luckily I’m a Spatial Mage Saint and can teleport instantly. Otherwise, any other type of Mage Saint would never have lived to see another sunrise.”

Ziguei chuckled, “Who would have thought that the venerable Gu would ever have to flee for his life…”

Gu Feng paid him no mind and snorted, “If I train for another three hundred years, I might be able to reach that level.”

Lu Daoxuan pressed, “So, you’re saying those five are all over three hundred years old? How do their powers compare to dragons?”

Gu Feng frowned. “Yes, after becoming a Mage Saint, one’s lifespan increases dramatically. But not every Mage Saint can rise to the level of those five. As for comparing their power to dragons, there’s really no comparison; it’s an unbridgeable gap. However, I’ve heard a legend that one of the Five Supremes once fought a dragon for an entire day and night, ending in a draw. So perhaps the strongest among them can match a dragon.” He sighed. “Dragons are said to be the mightiest beings below the gods. Even now, I wouldn’t dare provoke one lightly. It’s incredible that those five possess such strength.”

As they chatted, they left the garden. At the gate, a servant saw Gu Feng leading a group out and dared not approach, simply bowing deeply, eyes filled with worship.

Gu Feng nodded and ordered, “These are my good friends—arrange some fine rooms for them.” Upon hearing they were the National Mage’s friends, the servants bowed even lower and hurried off to prepare rooms.

Ziguei looked around curiously. “Hey Gu, where are those twin girls you brought last time? Don’t tell me they abandoned an old guy like you!”

Gu Feng couldn’t be bothered to banter and slipped back to Muto, whispering, “So, did you bring what I asked for?”

Muto was momentarily puzzled before realizing what he meant. He smiled, “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t had time to gather more. But don’t worry, I still have plenty—I’ll send you a good batch this time!” He gestured at the Plane System on his left hand.

Gu Feng beamed. “Good man! Make sure you send me a lot this time. Tomorrow, let’s go to the largest slave market and pick out a maid for you!”

Though they spoke in hushed tones, Mu Siyu, who was with Muto, overheard. However, the two men were being cryptic, so she didn’t pay much attention.

Just as the two were exchanging notes, Ziguei sidled over. “Hey, what good stuff are you talking about? Let me in on it too!”

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Gu Feng simply flicked his staff and pushed him aside. At that moment, a servant led an armored warrior over in a hurry. Gu Feng frowned. “Imperial Guard? What’s happened?”

The Imperial Guards served directly under the emperor and were rarely dispatched. Gu Feng knew immediately that something urgent had occurred. As expected, the man ran up and saluted. “Lord National Mage, His Majesty urgently summons you to the palace.”

“What happened? Why the panic?” Gu Feng asked with a furrowed brow.

“Sir, it’s an emergency. May I explain as we walk?” the man pressed.

Gu Feng’s status in this world was so esteemed that he didn’t need to bow even before the emperor, who respectfully addressed him as “teacher.” If not for the gravity of the situation, the Imperial Guard would never have dared to rush him.

Gu Feng relented. “Wait for me at the gate. I’ll settle my friends and come at once.”

The guard glanced over the group, surprised that none looked like nobles who would require the National Mage’s personal attention, but he dared not speak his mind. He urged Gu Feng again before hurrying to wait by the carriage outside.

Gu Feng took out the “Harem Realm” and recited an incantation. Two beautiful young women appeared out of thin air—they were Neon and Neicolor, the twin sisters who had accompanied Gu Feng to the sci-fi world.

“Take good care of my friends. If anyone lays a finger on you, cut off his little brother—you have my permission,” he warned, glaring pointedly at Ziguei. Everyone laughed, knowing if Gu Feng hadn’t said that, Ziguei might have really gone to flirt with them.

Feigning ignorance, Ziguei just whistled and looked around, pretending to admire the surroundings. “Gu, is this your National Mage’s mansion? Not bad at all! Pavilions, towers, such grandeur. How many hectares does it cover? Ah, to be a big shot in this magic world—life’s so much easier than in our sci-fi plane!”

He was not wrong. Gu Feng’s residence was vast—after walking a considerable distance, they still hadn’t seen the outer walls.

Ignoring Ziguei’s questions, Gu Feng vanished in a blink. Neon and Neicolor bowed, “Honored guests, please follow us.” They led the group to a grand hall to rest.

On the way, Ziguei tugged at Muto. “What were you and Old Gu whispering about just now?”