Chapter 141 The Great Emperor Joins a Courier Company! Delivering Goods in a Beat-Up Wuling?
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Cosmic Sanitation Worker' experience. Current worldly state of mind: Celestial-Human Interaction, Great Perfection!" "During the host's conquest of countless worlds, it was found that the flow of goods between realms was too slow, severely hindering the development of online shopping in the mortal realm." "Random worldly identity activated: Multiverse Express - Shanghai Branch Last-Mile Deliveryman (commonly known as: a courier). Note: 99.9999999999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed. Current identity is an 'ordinary' courier riding a tricycle." "Current mission: Mission accomplished, traversing the heavens. Host, do you wish to activate: Infinite Teleportation Mode, to let those ancient beings who think they have mastered the laws of space understand that in the face of my 'timely delivery,' teleportation is nothing but a joke?"
In Shanghai, at midday in the height of summer, the sun blazes fiercely.
The asphalt road was softened by the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. In a narrow alley in the old city of Shanghai, a young man wearing a blue courier uniform and a matching sun hat was struggling to push a tricycle piled high with packages.
Who would have thought that this "deliveryman," whose forehead was covered in sweat and who was being honked at by the cars behind him because of the narrow road, was just sitting on a throne at the edge of the universe, overlooking the birth and death of galaxies.
"Ali, seriously, shouldn't we oil the chain on this tricycle? It's so hard to push." Ye Feng wiped his sweat and casually pulled out a 50-cent popsicle from his pocket, taking a crunchy bite.
"Hehe, Captain, isn't this to increase the realism of the mortal world?" Hu Yanli, now disguised as a greasy-faced courier station manager wearing a tank top, was squatting behind the tricycle, helping to push it.
Even with his cultivation sealed, his physique was like a small iron tower. His massive hands, capable of tearing through dimensions, were carefully holding a delivery slip.
"Captain, this order is no ordinary one. The recipient is listed as 'Deep in the Forbidden Sea, Temple of the Undying, to the Old Immortal's Beloved.' The shipping fee is three grams of 'Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi.' Shall we deliver it?"
"Send it? Why wouldn't I send it?" A hint of mockery flashed in Ye Feng's eyes as he casually tossed the popsicle stick aside. "As long as I pay, even if it's sent to the depths of hell, I'll make sure he signs for it on time."
"Let's go!"
Ye Feng straddled the tricycle, just as he pedaled hard.
Two dark golden "chaotic fire wheels" faintly appeared on the tires of the originally dilapidated tricycle! The surrounding space began to tremble violently like ripples on water.
Whoosh—!
A blue afterimage streaked across the sky.
Passersby on the streets of Shanghai only felt a gust of wind, and when they looked back, the delivery tricycle had already disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a shadow that even shattered the windows of several illegally parked supercars.
At this moment, the forbidden sea.
This is a dead zone in all the realms, where the waves are filled with the resentment of fallen gods, and every drop of water weighs a ton. In the deepest part of the Forbidden Sea, there is a temple built entirely from the bones of gods.
Inside the temple, an "immortal lord" who had lived for countless eons was meditating with his eyes closed. The desolate aura emanating from him caused the surrounding space to collapse.
"For millions of years, no one has been able to cross this forbidden sea..." The Undying Lord slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse, filled with endless loneliness.
However, before he could finish speaking...
Knock knock knock!
A series of extremely regular knocks suddenly rang out in the temple, which had been silent for millions of years.
"who?!"
The Undying Lord suddenly stood up, and the aura that erupted in that instant made the entire Forbidden Sea roar!
"SF Express... no, Zhutian Express. Your package has arrived, come out and sign for it."
A lazy, slightly impatient voice drifted in through the heavy temple doors.
The Undying Lord was completely dumbfounded.
Where is he? Deep within the Forbidden Sea! Forget ordinary gods, even a Celestial Emperor would have to go through a lot to get to his doorstep. And now someone's knocking, saying… they're delivering a package?
With trembling hands, he slowly pushed open the divine door that had not been opened for millions of years.
At the temple entrance, a young man in blue overalls looked at the temple's decorations with disdain. Behind him, a dilapidated tricycle sat steadily on the raging waves.
"You are... 'Old Fool', right?" Ye Feng checked the order form and handed over a package. "Quite a unique name. Here, sign here, and remember to give me a five-star review. I'm in a hurry to deliver the next order."
The Undying Lord stood frozen in place. He could clearly sense that this seemingly "ordinary" young man possessed a terrifying will within him that was enough to instantly obliterate him!
"S-senpai..."
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to sign or not? If you don't sign, I'll consider it a 'refusal to accept,' and the return shipping fee won't be refunded." Ye Feng frowned.
"Sign! I'll sign!"
The Undying Lord, like a startled rabbit, took the package with trembling hands. He didn't even dare to look at what was inside, and directly signed his name on the form, a name that was enough to awe the heavens.
Thanks.
Ye Feng hopped on the tricycle, turned around and shouted to Hu Yanli, "Where's the next fare?"
"Captain, the next order is for 'Lin Family Villa in Shanghai, China,' and the recipient is Lin Qingxue. Note: Urgent. If it's even a second late, she'll give it a bad review."
"That girl?" Ye Feng's lips curled into a smile. "Hold on tight, I'm about to speed up."
Another kick that pierced through the void.
Shanghai, the Lin family villa.
The Lin family, the most powerful family in the Dragon Kingdom, is currently facing a huge crisis.
Several high-level superhumans from abroad are surrounding Lin Qingxue.
"Miss Lin, hand over that ancient compass in your hand, or this villa will be your graveyard today," a Western elder exuding an aura of icy coldness said with a sinister smile.
Lin Qingxue's face was deathly pale. The compass in her hand was the only memento she had brought out from the "Emperor's Ruins," and she was unwilling to give it up even if it meant death.
"dream!"
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" the old man roared, and thousands of ice spikes rushed towards Lin Qingxue.
Lin Qingxue closed her eyes in despair.
At this critical moment.
Sizzle—!
A piercing screech of brakes echoed through the living room.
A blue figure appeared like a phantom between Lin Qingxue and the ice spikes.
Ye Feng was seen carrying a small package in one hand, while casually reaching out into the air with the other.
Click!
Those ice spikes, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, turned into crystalline powder the moment they touched Ye Feng's fingertips, without even a trace of coldness leaking out.
"Phew... I just made it."
Ye Feng glanced at the wall clock, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Lin Qingxue and gave her a bright smile.
"Miss Lin, your 'express delivery' has arrived. Please sign here."
The entire room fell silent.
The eyes of those superhuman assassins nearly popped out of their sockets.
They were fighting for their lives! They were risking their lives! And then where did this deliveryman come from? He even smashed through space in his tricycle!
"You...who are you?" The Frost Elder retreated in terror. He discovered that the supernatural power within him had been forcibly suppressed back into his body the moment the young man appeared, and he couldn't even release a spark.
"Hey, delivery guy. Didn't you see these clothes?" Ye Feng glanced at the old man with disdain. "Don't bother me while I'm working. If this order falls through, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation."
"Arrogant! Kill him!"
Several assassins roared and charged forward.
"Ali, sort these trash. Throw the non-recyclable ones directly into the void rift," Ye Feng ordered without turning his head.
"Okay!"
Huyanli jumped out of the tricycle bed; his massive body was like a moving mountain.
He stretched out his big hands, grabbing one with his left hand and squeezing another with his right, as if picking up chicks.
"Hehe, the captain said you guys are trash. Trash should act like trash."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each punch was accompanied by the screams and cracking sounds of bones from a top-tier superhuman. In less than ten seconds, the once arrogant assassin group was now twisted together like a pretzel by Hu Yanli and casually thrown out the window.
Lin Qingxue stared blankly at Ye Feng, her eyes instantly reddening.
"Ye... Ye Feng? Is it really you?"
"Otherwise what? Besides me, who else can deliver your favorite Shanghai pan-fried buns to you at this hour?"
Ye Feng handed over the package. Inside were not only repair parts for the compass, but also a steaming plate of pan-fried buns.
"Sign it, Miss. I still have to go to the next stop."
Lin Qingxue signed her name with trembling hands, watching Ye Feng turn around and walk towards the extremely incongruous-looking tricycle, and couldn't help but shout:
"Are you planning to deliver packages for the rest of your life?"
Ye Feng stopped and glanced back at her. The setting sun shone on his profile, and the blend of arrogance and languor in his expression made the world pale in comparison.
"A lifetime is too long. I just feel that this feeling of 'mission accomplished' is much more interesting than being an emperor."
After saying that, Ye Feng mounted the tricycle, and the engine roared with a sound that shattered the laws of nature.
"Ali, next order, go to the 'Council of Gods' and give those old guys some 'regret pills'."
"Set off!"
The tricycle disappeared once again into the sunset over Shanghai.
For the next month, all the realms were completely plunged into the fear of being "dominated by express delivery".
A powerful being in the divine realm was undergoing tribulation when a blue tricycle suddenly crashed into the center of the lightning tribulation, handing him a form to sign for a "lightning rod"; the supreme being of the demon realm was in seclusion when a young man directly pierced through millions of layers of defensive arrays, insisting that he sign for a box of "cooling herbal tea"; even the will of Heaven, while asleep, found a package inexplicably appearing beside his pillow, with a note that read: "To the Heavenly Dao: Your 'brain-dead pills' have arrived."
Ye Feng has completely monopolized the entire express delivery market across all realms.
Even the bigwigs in the express delivery industry came to visit, wanting to find out what kind of engine that tricycle had.
Ye Feng sat on a rocking chair at the courier station, looking at the mountain of five-star reviews, feeling very pleased with himself.
"Captain, your reputation is too great." Hu Yanli said with a wry smile while sorting packages. "Now even the fairies in the Immortal Realm specifically request that you personally deliver their underwear. My orders are going to be booked until the next era."
"Sigh, this is the trouble with personal charisma," Ye Feng sighed.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the express delivery station.
Ning Rongrong, Su Jiu'er, and Xiao Wu, the three main wives, walked in with cold expressions.
They each held an identical express delivery slip in their hands.
"Ye Feng! Explain yourself!" Ning Rongrong slammed the order form on the table, her tone unfriendly. "Why did you send 'lace pajamas' to 'Fairy of the Moon'? And the note even said 'personally selected by the thoughtful assistant'?"
"And this order is for 'Nine Heavens Demoness,' why is it for 'Eternal Flower'? Your courier business is developing quite evenly, isn't it?" Su Jiu'er clenched her pink fists, her fox tail peeking out from behind her.
Ye Feng froze on the spot, even dropping the teacup in his hand in fright.
"Wives... listen to me! That... that was the customer's request! I was just in charge of delivery! Really!"
"Explain? Save that for when you're on the washboard!" Xiao Wu snorted and grabbed Ye Feng's ear.
"Ali! Help!"
"Captain... I suddenly realized that this package destined for 'anime' was missing. I'm off!" Hu Yanli slipped away and vanished without a trace.
And so, under the morning sun in Shanghai.
The "strongest courier" who once swept across countless worlds and now commands respect throughout the heavens has once again transformed into a tragic streak of light, dragged by the ears by three goddesses, flying directly from the old streets of Shanghai to beyond the atmosphere.
I am Ye Feng. I can traverse forbidden zones, I can teleport across the heavens. In my dictionary, there are no undeliverable packages, only endless signatures. But the delivery I fear most in this life is the 'angry signature check' from my three family members!
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