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  • Devilish Disciple [Transmigration] 62p2

    Chapter 62: What Did He Think Their Relationship Was?! P2

    Si Qinglan asked many questions, but Li Yu’s answers were either “no” or “I agreed willingly.”

    But how was that possible?

    She swore she wasn’t against their relationship, but Li Yu was still wearing her Harmony Bell!

    And the former Li Yu was so fixated on Mu Tao.

    How could she, upon hearing that Mu Tao had become the Demon Lord, suddenly change her mind and decide Weisheng Xuanzhu was the one for her?

    Si Qinglan found it strange and unsettling.

    After the wedding, Li Yu would no longer live at Chaoxi Pond.

    Thinking that Li Yu, in her current state, might forget to pack her belongings, Si Qinglan, feeling a surge of kindness, went to Chaoxi Pond to help her pack.

    But she soon realized she had been overthinking it.

    Chaoxi Pond was practically empty, the only places with any belongings being the kitchen and Mu Tao’s room.

    But she didn’t dare touch Mu Tao’s things without Li Yu’s permission.

    So, without taking anything, Si Qinglan went to the last room, Li Yu’s own residence.

    Li Yu, seeing her, didn’t even thank her, just sat by the window, drinking tea.

    Si Qinglan sighed, wanting to say something, but then decided it was pointless and started packing.

    This room was also empty.

    Just some basic necessities, not even a single copper coin in sight.

    Si Qinglan, too lazy to bother, simply swept the room with her spiritual energy, thinking that if there weren’t any artifacts, she’d let Li Yu go to Qingke Hua empty-handed.

    Weisheng Xuanzhu wouldn’t mistreat her.

    Just as she was about to withdraw her spiritual energy, she sensed a faint aura.

    Following the aura, she found a letter weighed down by the inkstone on the desk in the inner room.

    “To…Si…Qing…Lan…?” Si Qinglan frowned.

    The letter carried Li Yu’s aura; she must have written it herself.

    But Chaoxi Pond and Qianlizhu weren’t far apart; they could meet anytime, why write a letter?

    Si Qinglan opened the envelope, muttering, “Why not just tell me directly? And she even misspelled my name…”

    As she unfolded the letter, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

    What was this mess?

    The handwriting was messy, full of misspelled words.

    And not just misspelled words, but Si Qinglan, glancing at the signature, gasped.

    She even misspelled her own name!

    Didn’t she find it strange when writing it?

    Si Qinglan, both amused and curious, started reading.

    Although filled with errors, mostly missing strokes, it was still decipherable.

    Si Qinglan quickly finished reading, half deciphering, half guessing.

    She then fell into deep thought.

    “How could this be…”

    Li Yu had been determined to go to the Demon Realm and find Mu Tao!

    But now, she was staying here, about to marry someone she never intended to marry.

    Weisheng Xuanzhu must have done something!

    This letter was filled with errors, unlike something a normal person would write. Li Yu must have been under a spell!

    “Li Yu!” Si Qinglan rushed over, placing the letter before her. “Look, what is this?”

    Li Yu replied calmly, “Paper.”

    “Are there…words on the paper?”

    “Yes.”

    “What do they say?”

    “…”

    Li Yu’s eyes unfocused, her voice emotionless as she recited the content of the letter.

    Si Qinglan gasped.

    Li Yu wasn’t conscious, just responding instinctively, unable to think.

    She had been careless…

    To only realize it now!

    Si Qinglan quickly scanned Li Yu’s meridians with her spiritual energy.

    A strange power, trapping her soul in a dream-like state, only her physical body awake.

    The soul governed the mind, the physical body governed instinct. This spell essentially turned a person into a walking corpse.

    Weisheng Xuanzhu, how could he do this?

    This was so sudden; she had never seen him act like this!

    The former Li Yu would never have been affected by such a spell, but the current Li Yu was too weak to resist.

    Should she confront him? Si Qinglan wondered.

    After a brief hesitation, she had her answer—she shouldn’t, she couldn’t.

    If he was capable of this, she couldn’t fight him, couldn’t convince him to stop…

    Si Qinglan frowned, staring at the vacant-eyed Li Yu for a long time.

    Suddenly, she closed her eyes, sighed heavily, and formed a hand seal.

    A stream of pale green light flowed from her fingertips towards Li Yu’s forehead.

    She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it, but thankfully, that strange power wasn’t as strong as she had imagined.

    Just as she felt herself reaching her limit, it began to weaken.

    The first crack appeared, and her spiritual energy surged through it like floodwaters.

    Li Yu frowned, her expression pained.

    A familiar voice called out from the silent void.

    “Wake up…”

    “Li Yu, wake up!!”

    Her head spun, her body felt heavy, as if she had been asleep for a long time, forgetting how to wake, her very breath no longer under her control.

    “Li Yu!”

    Someone was shaking her, so rude, it made her head hurt even more…

    “Li Yu!!!”

    A loud shout, almost deafening, jolted her awake.

    Their eyes met.

    One filled with relief, the other with confusion.

    Si Qinglan: “You’re finally awake!”

    Li Yu: “…”

    Finally awake?

    Li Yu frowned and looked down at herself.

    She was fully dressed, sitting by the window, not looking like she had just woken up.

    But she had indeed had a long dream, a dream she couldn’t remember.

    Her head was spinning.

    Her mind was blank; she couldn’t recall what happened before she fell asleep…

    Si Qinglan: “Li Yu, go to the Demon Realm!”

    Li Yu: “Huh?”

    Si Qinglan: “Leave Mount Chao Yao, you have to leave, now!”

    Li Yu: “W…what’s going on…”

    Si Qinglan: “Tonight is your wedding with Weisheng, he’s controlling you!”

    Li Yu: “What?”

    Si Qinglan stood up, anxiety in her eyes. “I don’t have time to explain, just leave, go to the Demon Realm, find Mu Tao, she can protect you!”

    Li Yu: “Mu Tao…protect me…”

    She remembered—Mu Tao killed the Demon Lord, she was the new ruler of the Demon Realm now.

    But what was happening? Why was Si Qinglan saying she was getting married to Weisheng Xuanzhu tonight?

    “Don’t think about it! Just go!” Si Qinglan shoved a jade hairpin into Li Yu’s hand. “Use this if necessary, it will slow you down a bit, but it can conceal you from Soul Searching Techniques!”

    Li Yu frowned and looked at the hairpin.

    She recognized it; it was Si Qinglan’s Spirit Severing Hairpin…

    Before she could react, Si Qinglan pulled her to the door, urged her to cast a concealment spell, and then, utterly bewildered, she left Mount Chao Yao.

    Flying directly with her spiritual power was much faster than using the crane.

    As she flew over the vast ocean, she struggled to recall what happened, asking the system for clarification.

    She remembered everything up to being trapped in the void.

    The system told her that while she was unconscious, the mountain gate of Mount Chao Yao was open, and Weisheng Xuanzhu had announced their impending marriage.

    He had deliberately spread this news far and wide; almost every immortal sect in the human realm received an invitation.

    “Is he insane?!”

    Li Yu was certain that Weisheng Xuanzhu had no romantic feelings for “Li Yu.”

    He hadn’t stayed on Mount Chao Yao for three thousand years just for…her!

    What was he trying to do?!

    Had he set a trap for Mu Tao?

    But why was he so sure Mu Tao would come?

    What if…she didn’t care…

    Wait, she suddenly felt unwell

    System, did Weisheng Xuanzhu do something to me? My injuries were healing, why was flying suddenly so difficult…?

    【Friendly reminder: There’s a curse poison within your body, Host, one that’s difficult to detect.】

    “Curse poison?”

    【This curse poison blocks the flow of spiritual energy through the meridians. It has no noticeable effects normally, but using spiritual power triggers a backlash, the stronger the spell, the stronger the backlash.】

    “…Then how am I supposed to reach the Demon Realm?” Li Yu panicked. “Will I…crash?”

    This world was too hostile!

    【Don’t worry, Host, the protagonist is on her way!】

    “Mu Tao…”

    So Mu Tao really had come for her because of this news…

    Then Weisheng Xuanzhu’s plan had failed?

    【Negative.】

    “Why not?!”

    【This curse poison…can be transferred to another person.】

    “…”

    So, Weisheng Xuanzhu wanted to use her to weaken Mu Tao, making it easier to obtain the Demon Bone.

    It seemed there wasn’t an ambush on Mount Chao Yao.

    The biggest trap was within her own body.

    Weisheng Xuanzhu had spread the news of their wedding precisely to lure Mu Tao here. If she had unknowingly left with Mu Tao, the curse poison would have been transferred.

    Thankfully, she woke up in time…

    Now, the question was, how was this curse poison transferred?

    It shouldn’t be through spiritual energy, since Si Qinglan had just healed her.

    She didn’t want to be burdened by this curse.

    If she knew how it was transferred, she could find a wicked person and pass it on to them.

    【Hmm…】

    “Why the hesitation?”

    【Host, this curse poison…is transferred through…intimate physical contact.】

    “Oh, intimate physical contact…”

    Li Yu froze.

    No…seriously?!

    What kind of curse poison was this?!

    Weisheng Xuanzhu was insane!!!

    What did he think her relationship with Mu Tao was?!

  • The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 74p2

    Chapter 74: Disciple and Wife p2

    Countless cultivators shared the surname Chu, but only one clan used “Chu clan” as their official title: the renowned alchemy family from Gongzhou, located on the borders of the Radiant Realm.

    Someone recognized him as the Chu Clan Head’s most prized disciple.

    Chu Jingtong didn’t deny it, smiling and nodding. “Indeed. That’s me.”

    He was known for his wanderlust, his unconventional nature. No one expected him to appear at the Hanshan Sect, causing trouble.

    Lizhu’s expression hardened. “What’s the meaning of this, Fellow Cultivator Chu? Disrupting our competition?”

    Cen Dianshuang’s face also turned cold, though the change was subtle, her usual demeanor already icy and aloof.

    Only Elder Qianlian, sitting beside her, noticed Cen Dianshuang’s hand tightening on her sword hilt, Xuan Ying’s blade partially unsheathed.

    She understood. This was directed at her disciple.

    Chu Jingtong, his hands waving incessantly, as if embarrassed by the attention, said, “No, no, I’m simply offering a friendly warning. You have a spy from the Demonic Realm in your midst.”

    His words were like a thunderclap, silencing the crowd, their expressions turning to shock and disbelief.

    “A spy from the Demonic Realm? Impossible!”

    “A demon in the Hanshan Sect?”

    All eyes turned to Chu Jingtong, waiting for him to reveal the spy’s identity.

    Only two people ignored him, their gazes fixed on the hooded figure beside him.

    Tao Ning and the Demonic Realm Saintess, having infiltrated the Hanshan Sect again with a new disguise.

    They shared the same thought: Xiao Haoran is surprisingly resilient.

    Cultivation, whether of the spiritual or demonic path, was simply a method of achieving power. Spiritual cultivation emphasized a steady, controlled approach, a pure heart. Demonic cultivation, however, prioritized rapid advancement, often at the expense of morality, its practitioners feared for their ruthlessness.

    And a demon within the ranks of the leading sect was a cause for concern.

    Chu Jingtong, basking in the attention, raised his hands, silencing the murmurs. “Please, allow me to explain.”

    His voice rose, carrying across the training grounds. “I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors. I won’t repeat them. Demon Lord Qingji’s Wanhun Cauldron is here, at the Hanshan Sect. Those demonic cultivators are restless, seeking to reclaim it, to reunite the Demonic Realm, and unleash chaos upon the world.”

    Lizhu, who had known this wouldn’t be a peaceful day, sneered. “Baseless accusations. The Hanshan Sect’s affairs are none of your concern. Summon your master.”

    Chu Jingtong: “Why so angry, Sect Leader? I’m simply offering a friendly warning. You have a demon in your midst, plotting to steal the cauldron. If they succeed, the consequences will be dire for the entire Radiant Realm. Why be so stubborn?”

    Whether Lizhu acknowledged it or not, he had declared the cauldron’s presence within the sect, his feigned concern for the Radiant Realm unconvincing.

    But that wasn’t important. What mattered was retrieving the cauldron.

    His words found support among the crowd, their voices urging Lizhu to hand over the cauldron, to allow the other sects to seal it away.

    Such a burden shouldn’t be shouldered by the Hanshan Sect alone. They wanted to help.

    Their voices, a buzzing cacophony, surrounded Tao Ning, who stood at the center of the growing storm, her gaze sweeping over the assembled cultivators.

    Sect Leaders, Clan Heads, all connected by a web of power and influence.

    She was reminded of a bustling marketplace, its crowds of people, young and old, their voices a chaotic mix of shouts and whispers.

    The only difference was the absence of clucking chickens and quacking ducks.

    Humans were all the same, echoing each other’s words, seeking validation and approval.

    They turned to Lizhu, their gazes expectant, waiting for her response.

    Even if she refused, they would find a way. She couldn’t protect the Hanshan Sect forever.

    Lizhu summoned Nanping, her spirit sword, its blade glowing with a fiery red aura. “What if I refuse?”

    Nanping, the “Pacifier of Chaos,” rarely left its sheath, its appearance always a harbinger of bloodshed.

    Another cultivator stood up, his voice echoing through the arena. “Will the Hanshan Sect harbor a demon? Protect a spy?”

    His words resonated with the crowd, their voices rising in agreement.

    An elderly cultivator, his white hair flowing around him, chuckled, his voice laced with disdain. “This isn’t surprising, considering the Hanshan Sect’s history of harboring demonic cultivators. The infamous Qingji herself was a Hanshan Sect disciple, later joining the Demonic Realm, serving Patriarch Wanhun. As far as I know, she hasn’t even been expelled from the sect.”

    Basking in the shocked silence, he continued, his gaze sharp and piercing. “Surely, the Hanshan Sect won’t deny this?”

    Lizhu sneered. “Perhaps you should focus on your own grand-disciple, who eloped with a demoness, instead of meddling in our affairs.”

    The elder’s face darkened, his earlier bravado fading. He let out a disgruntled humph, unable to retort.

    No one had made a move yet, unwilling to be the first.

    “That vile demon was a Hanshan Sect disciple?!”

    “You’re just finding out now? My ancestor told me stories about her. Those who knew the truth are either in seclusion or dead. It seems the secret has been well-kept.”

    “A rotten tree bears rotten fruit. Even the most esteemed sects have their flaws.”

    “Who knows how many other demons are hiding within the Hanshan Sect?”

    “For the safety of the Radiant Realm, Sect Leader Lizhu, hand over the Wanhun Cauldron.”

    Chu Jingtong, seeing his plan succeed, smiled inwardly.

    A female cultivator’s voice rang out, cutting through the noise. “Fellow Cultivator Chu, you claim there’s a Demonic Realm spy within the Hanshan Sect. What proof do you have?”

    It was True Person Chang Xiang of the Heavenly Heart Sect.

    Ignoring the disapproving look from her own Sect Leader, she continued, her voice calm but firm. “Innocence doesn’t require proof. But if you insist the cauldron isn’t safe at the Hanshan Sect, then at least tell us who this spy is.”

    Chu Jingtong smiled faintly. “I heard your disciple was rescued by a Hanshan Sect cultivator, who also helped recover your last disciple’s remains. You owe them a debt of gratitude.”

    True Person Chang Xiang, seated at her table, placed a reassuring hand on Pang Xueting’s shoulder, the girl’s face flushed with anger.

    Her expression remained calm. “I repay kindness. That’s my principle. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want to know if your accusations are true.”

    Chu Jingtong: “You misunderstand, True Person Chang Xiang. I’m simply concerned that you’ve misplaced your trust. Your deceased disciple deserves justice.”

    True Person Chang Xiang ignored his attempt to deflect, her gaze fixed on him, her message clear: Get to the point.

    Chu Jingtong sighed dramatically. “My friend was attacked by a Hanshan Sect spy. He barely escaped with his life. I advised him to let it go, but…” He turned to the hooded figure beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Brother Xiao?”

    The hood was pulled back, revealing Xiao Haoran’s pale, gaunt face. His dantian was shattered, his meridians damaged. If not for Chi Xiaxia’s sacrifice, losing two tails, he wouldn’t have recovered so quickly.

    Not only had this imposter tried to kill him, but she had also stolen his destiny. He should be the one standing there, a respected member of the Hanshan Sect.

    During his recovery, the Chi Fox King had informed him that his spies in the Demonic Realm had located the Saintess. She was at the Hanshan Sect, tasked with retrieving the Wanhun Cauldron. On the day of the disciple competition, the Demon Lord would attack, the Saintess acting as an inside agent, opening the gates for him, allowing him to reclaim his treasure.

    The current situation was a result of Cen Dianshuang’s unexpected early return from seclusion, forcing Tao Ning to hand over the cauldron, temporarily entrusting it to the Hanshan Sect.

    She had tried to kill him to silence him, to claim the cauldron for herself.

    He wouldn’t allow this imposter to steal his destiny. He would claim the cauldron before the Demon Lord arrived.

    He glared at the figure on the stage, pointing accusingly. “She’s the one who attacked me! Tao Ning!”

    “Tao Ning, first disciple of Cen Dianshuang, Peak Master of Wangshu Peak.”

    The accusation was beyond anything they had anticipated. Gongye Miao, defeated but still present, turned to look at Tao Ning.

    Tao Ning, standing calmly amidst the shocked silence, even smiled faintly.

    “…?”

    Her aura was pure, untainted. A Lightning spiritual root… Sending someone like this to infiltrate the Radiant Realm? Were the demons insane?

    Cen Dianshuang’s hand tightened on her sword hilt, but Tao Ning’s voice, a secret transmission, reached her ears. Don’t move, Master.

    What is she doing?

    Elder Qianlian, unable to contain herself any longer, slammed her hand on the table, standing up abruptly. “You accuse a Hanshan Sect disciple of being a demon spy based on a single, unsubstantiated claim? Then I can accuse you of poisoning my disciples with your useless pills and demand compensation! Will you pay?”

    Elder Yaodan, however, retrieved a silver bell from his sleeve, shaking it gently.

    As an alchemist, he had connections with many other alchemists, including the Gongzhou Chu clan, having exchanged communication bells with them.

    The bell remained silent, and he frowned, scratching his cheek, a suspicion forming in his mind.

    Xiao Haoran, seizing the opportunity, revealed the “secrets” he had learned from the Beast King. “The Demonic Realm has a secret technique to cultivate dual-natured cultivators, capable of wielding both spiritual and demonic energy. The Demonic Saintess was trained using this method. She was sent by the Demon Lord to infiltrate the Hanshan Sect. She even killed a Hanshan Sect disciple in Shadow City, Er Lan of Alchemy Peak, to silence her.”

    Er Lan, standing among the crowd, her true identity suddenly revealed: …If Tao Ning is the Saintess, then who am I?

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 201

    Chapter 201: You’re Asking For It

    The masked man stared at Chen Yin’s retreating figure, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

    Chen Yin’s presence had a calming effect on him, a sense of reassurance he couldn’t explain.

    Chen Yin looked up at the massive face of the Wu Xuan Ancestor, the immense pressure of an Immortal Realm being bearing down on him like a crashing wave.

    But,

    “An Immortal, you say?”

    His gaze was calm as he channeled his blue spiritual energy into the Eternal Light sword, the blade splitting into multiple shimmering images. A pure and ethereal aura emanated from the sword, its light as bright as day.

    “You have no idea what the Immortal Realm truly means, boy!”

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor sneered, his branches intertwining to form a massive hand that blotted out the sky, descending towards them with crushing force.

    “Go reflect on your sins in hell!”

    The Grand Witch and the masked man cried out in alarm as the suffocating pressure of the giant hand descended upon them.

    But then, a brilliant sword light pierced through the darkness, like a meteor streaking across the sky, cleaving the giant hand in two, its powerful sword intent tearing through the very fabric of reality.

    “—Second Sword,” Chen Yin’s voice rang out, cold and resolute.

    The surrounding formation trembled, and the lava churned violently under the immense surge of spiritual energy.

    The Grand Witch and the masked man could barely maintain their balance, shielding themselves from the powerful aftershocks.

    As the dust settled, they looked up and saw Chen Yin standing there, his expression unchanged, his sword held casually in one hand.

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by a look of anger.

    “Boy, where did you learn that sword technique?”

    “I invented it myself. Believe it or not.” Chen Yin chuckled.

    “A self-taught sword technique capable of challenging an Immortal?”

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

    “Believe what you want. It’s none of my business.”

    Chen Yin shrugged. “If you’re not convinced, we can continue. I don’t mind.”

    “I suspect your swordsmanship is enhanced by a Heavenly Dao Fragment.”

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s voice turned cold. “Let’s see how long it can protect you.”

    Countless branches lashed out at Chen Yin.

    He turned to the Grand Witch and the masked man, his voice low. “Stay back. I might not be able to protect you.”

    Before the masked man could reply, Chen Yin had already turned and charged towards the Wu Xuan Ancestor, his sword a blur of motion.

    The masked man watched him go, his lips moving silently.

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s attacks were relentless and deadly, each strike carrying the terrifying pressure of an Immortal.

    Chen Yin, like an ant before an elephant, seemed insignificant, yet his swordsmanship was as swift and graceful as a fleeting dream, each strike precisely deflecting the Ancestor’s attacks, finding the weaknesses in his seemingly impenetrable defenses.

    Several times, as he narrowly dodged a deadly blow, the masked man almost cried out in alarm.

    But Chen Yin would simply turn and smile at him reassuringly.

    “Don’t worry.”

    “I value my life.”

    The masked man was stunned.

    The Eternal Light sword in Chen Yin’s hand moved like a living thing, deflecting every attack, the Wu Xuan Ancestor’s powerful strikes unable to penetrate his defenses.

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor was growing frustrated.

    How is this brat so resilient?

    His swordsmanship, capable of rivaling an Immortal, was already unbelievable, and he was able to maintain it for so long.

    He was just a peak Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator, a prodigy among his generation, but still far below an Immortal.

    He, the Wu Xuan Ancestor, had been cultivating in this place for centuries. Even without ascending to the True Immortal Realm, his power was immense. He was confident he could even exchange a few blows with a newly ascended Immortal.

    But this brat, with just a single sword, was making him look like a fool.

    It was a disgrace. A pseudo-Immortal like him, unable to defeat a mere Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator.

    Had his centuries of cultivation been for nothing?

    “I don’t believe you can maintain this level of power for much longer!”

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor was confident. Even with the help of a Heavenly Dao Fragment, a Chosen One couldn’t use such powerful techniques indefinitely.

    He just had to wait him out.

    But…

    After a minute, Chen Yin was still effortlessly deflecting his attacks.

    After five minutes, his expression remained calm and relaxed.

    After ten minutes, he even had the time to turn around and greet the two behind him.

    “Are you hungry? Want some char siu bao when we get back?”

    The Wu Xuan Ancestor: “?”

    You still have the energy to flirt with your women?! I’m fighting you here! Show some respect!

    Enraged, the Wu Xuan Ancestor roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

    “You insolent brat!”

    “How dare you mock me!”

    The lush green canopy of the tree suddenly began to wither, its leaves turning brown and falling to the ground, as if all its life force was being drained.

    The old man’s face, once blurry and indistinct, became clearer, his features sharper, his aura more potent, his spiritual energy condensed and focused.

    His eyes glowed with a cold light as he unleashed another attack, his hand transforming into a giant, spectral palm.

    “Die!”

    The giant palm descended, but Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed.

    …The target wasn’t him.

    It was the Grand Witch and the masked man behind him.

    The moment the palm appeared, their Systems blared a warning: “Danger!”

    Unlike Chen Yin, they felt the full force of the Immortal’s attack, the crushing pressure threatening to suffocate them.

    “Damn it!”

    The Grand Witch bit her lip and, without hesitation, ordered her System to protect her, no matter the cost.

    The masked man, however, hesitated.

    “What are you waiting for?! Run!” the System shrieked.

    But he didn’t move.

    He had a feeling that Chen Yin wouldn’t let him down.

    And he was right.

    Before the giant palm could reach them, a brilliant sword light pierced through the darkness.

    A figure in flowing green robes stood before them, his presence a shield against the terrifying power.

    As long as he was there…

    …They were safe.

    The lingering afterglow of the sword light illuminated Chen Yin’s face as he looked up at the Wu Xuan Ancestor, his gaze unwavering.

    “I was planning on sparring with you for a while longer,”

    “After all, opponents who can withstand my swordsmanship are hard to come by…”

    “…But,”

    “You’re asking for it.” His voice was as cold as ice, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a dead man.

  • Sickly Girl Doesn’t Die in Zombie Simulator 137p1

    Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: A4’s Delicacy p1

    After closing her eyes in her sister’s arms, Lin Jiayao switched her consciousness again and came to A4’s body.

    The extraction had not yet been completed. It had been delayed a bit just now, and the remaining extraction time was about two and a half hours.

    However, what happened just now was somewhat meaningful, both for the sisters and for other survivors.

    If the transaction with Survivor’s Light was successful, they could share information and develop together.

    They could even use Chongyu City as a transit point to establish a triangular trade route of Donghai City → Chongyu City → Kun City. They only needed to teach Survivor’s Light the method of cultivating “airplanes”(giant insects) used by the Voodoo Cult, which was not a secret that couldn’t be told anyway.

    If this route was really cleared successfully, the sisters would not have to worry about blood crystals and supplies, and it would benefit not only Survivor’s Light, but also all the survivors within the radiation range of this large triangular trade.

    This could give some camps with increasingly scarce supplies a little breathing room.

    As for how to open up this road, it was not a problem that Lin Jiayao needed to consider, but something that Survivor’s Light should consider.

    “Huff…” Lin Jiayao slowly exhaled.

    Taking advantage of the remaining two and a half hours, Lin Jiayao planned to spend two hours slaughtering all the high-level zombies in Qingzhou City and collecting some blood crystals.

    After experiencing the system-hosted surgery, consuming blood crystals during the operation, and then giving Huayibai some blood crystals to replenish energy, Lin Jiayao only had six blood crystals left.

    She had to work hard to collect more blood crystals.

    Speaking of collecting blood crystals, Lin Jiayao had another good place in mind.

    That was America, Wisconsin, where Goldie was located.

    She had a map of all the Hive Zombie areas there, and the largest Hive Zombie had already been slaughtered by her and Huayibai. What she needed to do next was to take Huayibai and slaughter them all.

    That was a rich place…

    But she also needed to find time to ask Jiang Chun through the radio where there were more high-level zombies. She still had a vacant No. 6 slot. Now that she was settled, she could choose a good place to log in, just like scratching a lottery ticket.

    Now, even if she scratched out an A-rank zombie and fell into a coma for a few days, she believed that her sister could take good care of her.

    Gradually, the world highly summarized by threads in Lin Jiayao’s eyes was re-dyed with color, and Lin Jiayao exited the super-sensory state.

    Lin Jiayao had marked all the places with C-rank zombies. There were no B-rank zombies in Qingzhou City, and there was no suspense in this hunt.

    But what surprised Lin Jiayao a little was that behind the Qingzhou University Camp… there was actually a hidden C-rank zombie, and it was one she had never seen before.

    But judging from its appearance, it seemed to be a water-dwelling type.

    Anyway, she had to clear out all the C-rank zombies in this city. Might as well start with the zombie behind the Qingzhou University Camp.

    After all, the leader of this camp, Wan Zi, sold her and her sister a car and a carload of supplies at a low price when she and her sister needed help, and did not take advantage of the situation.

    Not to mention the free use of camp facilities she provided, the car alone was enough for Lin Jiayao to remember this favor.

    Without that car, Lin Xiwan would not have been able to reach Kun City before Wu Hejun found them. If she couldn’t reach Kun City, there would be no subsequent events, and there would be no stable living environment now.

    Lin Jiayao was used to exploiting zombies and a certain system, and didn’t like owing favors. She just took this opportunity to repay it.

    She raised her right hand, slowly brushed her smooth blonde hair on her right shoulder behind her, and took a deep breath.

    “Boom—”

    She manipulated A4’s body to jump directly in place, shattering the asphalt on the ground, and directly leaped over the bridge, landing steadily on the ground.

    【Extracting: 7.9】

    When she reached the middle of the bridge, the extraction icon flashed for 0.1 seconds, and then disappeared because of Lin Jiayao’s rapid passage.

    As long as she left the Extraction Point before the countdown ended, Lin Jiayao could still move freely. If she arrived at the Extraction Point again before the extraction time was up, she could still successfully extract.

    “Boom—”

    With another jump, Lin Jiayao’s figure turned into a blood-red stream of light, rapidly approaching the Qingzhou University Camp.

    ……

    “Sister Wanzi, why didn’t you tell her clearly about the situation of our camp?”

    “Yeah, we have to find a new foothold quickly. The water here is too toxic, and we can’t grow crops. We can’t stay here anymore…”

    “You guys should say less. Sister Wanzi must have thought more than you…”

    In the broadcasting room on the second floor of the administrative building, a group of low-level Awakened were surrounding Wan Zi, offering advice.

    Just here, they witnessed the process of Wan Zi talking with the leader of another “big organization”.

    The other party obviously had a friendship with the Qingzhou University Camp, and they had also taught all the unique skills of planting crops after the apocalypse that they knew. In their opinion, it was not unreasonable to make a request for help.

    After all, they had also helped the other party.

    “Sigh…” Hearing the discussions of others, Wan Zi slowly sighed.

    Hearing the sigh, the others stopped whispering and looked in Wan Zi’s direction.

    “Do you really think that an organization that can survive for so long in the apocalypse without hearing about the need for material exchange will lack the ability to be self-sufficient?”

    Hearing Wan Zi’s question, the others also fell silent.

    Indeed, they didn’t even know the name of the other party’s organization and where the camp was, and they hadn’t even heard any radio or camp mention it for so many years.

    You know, even the Qingzhou University Camp, in the past, needed to regularly exchange vegetables with the nearby Fuzhou Cannery Camp for some meat cans to obtain meat.

    If a camp or organization didn’t even need to exchange with other camps, they could only think of two.

    One was the former Voodoo Cult, and the other was the former Survivor’s Light.

    Both of these organizations could produce everything from canned food to vegetables and grains. The only difference was that the Voodoo Cult preferred to rob others rather than produce their own.

    Now, one of these two organizations had its lair destroyed, and the other was severely damaged and had not yet recovered. The organization where the Lin sisters were located should be the largest organization in the south now.

    Would such an organization lack food? What a joke. Didn’t you hear that Survivor’s Light had to beg them to buy seeds?

    “Then what do they mean…”

    If they didn’t lack anything, there must be a reason why they specifically contacted the Qingzhou University Camp.

    “Is it… recruitment?” A young man said hesitantly, “Was the conversation just now an ‘interview’?”

    “Hmm…” Wan Zi pondered for a while, then shook her head, “I don’t know… but I don’t rule it out.”

    “Sigh… Instead of thinking about these unrealistic things, let’s think about how to solve the water source problem… Have you found the source of the poison?”

    “No, they are still investigating the back mountain. Now they should have reached Tianjing Lake.”

    Tianjing Lake was a low-lying area on the mountainside of the back mountain, a small lake formed by the convergence of rain and dew. The stream flowing from the mountain to the campus was drawn from this lake.

    If the source of the poison could not be found, it was very likely to be in the lake.

    Finding the source of the poison and transferring or destroying the poison was the only chance they had to save the water.

    “Rumble—”

    While they were discussing, a loud noise suddenly came from the back mountain, and the whole building felt a slight shaking.

    “What’s going on?!”

    “Something happened on the back mountain!”

    “Quick! Quick to help!”

    “Can you contact them?!”

    “No! No response to the call!”

    Through the rain curtain, Wan Zi could see fire and thick smoke rising from the back mountain… This was obviously the movement caused by the C-rank Awakened who led the team.

    The situation she least wanted to encounter appeared… The Voodoo Cult, had left a back hand…

    She had to rush over to support them.

    The Awakened in the administrative building didn’t even have time to put on raincoats. They braved the heavy rain and drove quickly towards the back mountain.

    When they reached the foot of the mountain, the vehicles could no longer continue. They climbed up the muddy ground, and Wan Zi was naturally the one rushing in front.

    “Boom—”

    Another violent explosion came, followed by a rolling mudslide… The mountain could not withstand such a violent explosion, and it slid down under the scouring of the heavy rain.

    “Damn…”

    Wan Zi, who had always been calm, couldn’t help but curse at the sight of the rolling mountain torrent.

    “Hold on!”

    Wan Zi only had time to shout this sentence in the heavy rain. She had already knelt on the ground, and her right hand with blood crystal veins flashing inserted into the ground.

    “Crack—”

    A five-meter-high semicircular giant wall made of sand and soil blocked in front of everyone.

    The rolling mud and water mixed with boulders smashed into the sand and stone shield, breaking the outer shell of the sand and stone shield, revealing the soft pink colloid inside.

    It was these glue-like pink liquids that bonded these sands and stones to form a shield, not directly controlling these inorganic substances.

    This mudslide came quickly and stopped quickly. Until she felt that nothing was impacting the shield, Wan Zi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

    The sand and soil wall bonded by the pink adhesive blocked a large amount of mud and rocks, creating a survival zone for the people behind.

    Thanks to this mudslide, the trees and gullies blocking the road in front were basically buried, leaving a muddy road.

    “Quick!”

    After confirming that the mudslide would not fall again, Wan Zi led the team to rush up again.

    With the road paved by the mudslide, they quickly rushed to Tianjing Lake on the mountainside and saw a large area of pits and devastation beside the lake.

    Several investigators led by C-ranks were lying in the rain, their lives and deaths unknown. And the huge creature standing in the middle of these bodies, preparing to enjoy, was a…

    It was difficult for Wan Zi to describe its appearance, but according to experience, it was a shrimp.

    It was a monster with a white translucent shell almost five meters long. The huge head, which occupied almost half of its body, was not protected by a shell, but exposed the black brain and pink, granular gonads inside.

    A sharp spike with serrations on the top gleamed coldly under the moonlight. On the huge black double pincers, there were still some human limbs and blood, which were constantly being washed away by the rain.

    And its segmented, slightly arched and curled body was wrapped in a large mass of dense green eggs.

    These fist-sized eggs also had some red crystals flashing inside, like a large mass of huge eyes staring at people.

    What the hell… was this monster!!!

    Wan Zi was almost scared to retreat, but she still stood firm.

    This was definitely not a native mutated zombie of Qingzhou City… It came from somewhere else!!!

    It was very likely that it was brought by the Voodoo Cult, and then raised in the lake water as a low-level zombie to prevent poison when besieging the camp.

    But before the Voodoo Cult left, the frantic Voodoo Cult also left a few blood crystals to help it evolve, in order to completely destroy the camp.

    Even if the Voodoo Cult was gone… these people’s hearts were still vicious.

    It wasn’t that the Voodoo Cult made these people vicious, but that in the apocalypse, these twisted people gathered together… and became more and more crazy in the atmosphere of the Voodoo Cult.

    Now even if the Voodoo Cult was gone, their spirits might not return to normal—they were used to being crazy, used to killing, used to being wild.

    “A bunch of self-defeating lunatics!” Wan Zi cursed, waved her right fist and shouted, “What are you waiting for! Shoot!!!”

    “Dada-dada—”
    “Bang—bang—bang—”

    The combat personnel behind Wan Zi began to shoot with the guns in their hands.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 315

    Chapter 315: Against the Deity

    Seraph’s sudden loss of control frightened Adele greatly. Fortunately, it ended without incident. Not only was Xiao Ai unharmed, but Seraph’s consciousness also gradually returned. She also promised Adele that she wouldn’t lose control again.

    “…I believe you.” The tear stains at the corners of Adele’s eyes hadn’t completely disappeared. She pouted her lips pitifully, looking very kissable. The next moment, she leaned against Seraph’s shoulder and gently bit the angel’s shoulder. The vampire girl’s fangs pierced Seraph’s skin. But Seraph only trembled slightly, neither struggling nor resisting.

    If this was Adele’s way of venting, it was too light. Leaving only a pair of bite marks. But Adele really didn’t know how to punish the angel girl. So she could only instinctively vent her sadness by “biting.” Not that kind of biting!

    As for Xiao Ai, at this moment, filled with concern for her mother, she slowly approached Adele, completely disregarding the fact that the angel Seraph before her might be a dangerous being.

    “Mama…” she called softly, her teary-eyed appearance arousing pity. It had to be said that even Seraph, who had just felt the urge to eliminate the heretic, sincerely felt Xiao Ai’s cuteness at this moment. After all, she was a girl identical to Adele’s younger self. As long as one had some affection for Adele, no one could refuse Xiao Ai’s appearance, right?

    It even made one fantasize, if she also conquered Xiao Ai, could she exclusively enjoy both Adele’s girl and…loli sentence? No, absolutely not! Stop those thoughts right now!

    Their eyes met, and Xiao Ai was the first to shyly look away. It was understandable. Although Xiao Ai was very powerful in the Secret Realm, able to control the elements within, in the outside world, she was just a little fool with powerful magic she didn’t know how to use.

    “Xiao Ai? It’s okay…”

    “Don’t be afraid, Mama avenged you and bit sister hard!” Adele wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, then revealed her small canine teeth, looking rather proud.

    “…” Sister… A very common and ordinary term for humans, but for Seraph, it was a strange and intriguing title. So, she…could also be a sister? Just this title alone caused Seraph’s heart to waver.

    Xiao Ai understood Adele’s words, or rather, she read Adele’s heart. So she gratefully threw herself into the girl’s arms. As for Seraph, she took this opportunity to change from her fallen position to sitting on the ground, expressionlessly watching the “mother and daughter.”

    Then, she also apologized to Xiao Ai and introduced herself for the first time, no longer as impolite as before.

    “I’m sorry, Xiao Ai, my name is Seraph.”

    Xiao Ai glanced at Adele, hesitant and uneasy. She didn’t understand why Seraph suddenly felt such deep hostility towards her. She was just very afraid of Seraph at that time. But the girl before her was also Mama’s good friend… The little girl didn’t seem to fully understand the complex relationships like “lover,” “loved one,” “partner,” and so on. So everyone was a “friend.”

    Adele gently stroked Xiao Ai’s head, encouraging her telepathically. Encouraged, Xiao Ai bit her lip and nervously called out the angel’s name.

    “…Sara-hu?” Her language acquisition was now very fast, with only some pronunciation issues. Perhaps this was related to Xiao Ai not having completely passed her teething stage. Yes, Xiao Ai still had “teething.” If Adele noticed this, she could probably deduce that Xiao Ai hadn’t been born for long. Or another possibility: that within the Secret Realm, she had no concept of time and naturally wouldn’t age. Because she was created as a little girl, she remained that way. But after coming to the real world, her body naturally entered the realm of time and began to grow.

    “Ph,” Seraph corrected softly. It seemed she couldn’t appreciate the cuteness of the little girl’s unclear pronunciation.

    After calming down, Adele glanced at Seraph with slight coquettishness. Xiao Ai clutched her mother’s skirt tightly.

    “Sa…Seraph.”

    “Call her ‘Sister.’” Adele, seeing the possibility of Seraph and Xiao Ai getting along harmoniously, naturally spared no effort to bring them closer.

    Xiao Ai blinked her pink eyes, identical to Adele’s but with less cunning and more innocence. Then she called out, “Sister…”

    “…” Seraph couldn’t describe the feeling in her heart at that moment. But it certainly wasn’t bad. Just by looking at Seraph’s expression, Adele understood her current feelings. It was the tacit understanding that came with long-term companionship. Otherwise, if someone else looked at Seraph, they would probably think, Why does this person always have the same expression?

    But even the same expression had subtle differences. Only those very familiar with her could discern them.

    “It’s so great that you two can get along so peacefully.”

    “But Seraph, can you explain to me…”

    “Why did you lose control against Xiao Ai just now?” Adele wasn’t someone who liked to pry, but it concerned Xiao Ai’s safety. She felt she should find a way to get Seraph to explain clearly.

    Seraph remained silent for a while. Finally, under Adele’s concerned gaze, she nodded. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the angel girl’s explanation. And the first sentence made her stunned.

    “Xiao Ai…might be the creation of a false god.”

    “To me, that’s a heresy that needs to be eliminated.” Seraph’s calm tone was laced with gravity, even carrying a faint scent of blood from ancient times.

    Faith was a terrifying thing. Many massacres in human history could prove this. But that wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest thing was when the god of faith truly existed…

    Thinking of this, Adele’s heart trembled. According to Seraph, it seemed that to protect her daughter, she might have to become enemies with Seraph’s so-called “Lord” in the future.

    For my daughter, I might even kill a god??

    That was too much! She just wanted to raise a cute daughter normally!

    More importantly, Adele suddenly became curious. If that time really came, would Seraph side with her, or with the “God” she worshipped?

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 284

    Chapter 284: Save Your Sister

    A heavy silence blanketed the night.

    Violet stood guard beside Angelica.

    Ekaterina, her crimson greatsword clutched in her arms, stood like a statue in the courtyard.

    Norma knelt, one hand on the ground, sensing the earth’s vibrations. Anastasia stood on the Residence’s rooftop, bathed in moonlight, gazing into the distance.

    Qin Chu had left with Heloise and Iyeta. The Residence’s defense rested on their shoulders.

    Suddenly, Norma lifted her head, her expression grim: “They’re coming…”

    “Approximately two thousand enemies, encircling us. They’re less than three hundred meters away…”

    Her voice echoed through the Residence.

    A smile finally touched Ekaterina’s lips. A streak of ruthlessness ran through her. She wouldn’t miss this opportunity for a good fight.

    She gripped her greatsword’s hilt, the heavy blade dragging along the ground as she walked towards the gate.

    In the moonlight, shadowy figures appeared in the distance.

    As they drew closer, Ekaterina saw them clearly.

    They were mostly armored soldiers and mercenaries, their movements stiff, their faces blank, their eyes dull and lifeless in the moonlight.

    If not for their movement, they could have been mistaken for puppets.

    They were under the Witch Society’s control.

    As Qin Chu had predicted, Mavis wasn’t foolish. She had deployed numerous agents to wreak havoc throughout the Imperial City, targeting not only the palace and the Hero’s Residence, but also the noble district.

    They were like grim reapers, killing indiscriminately.

    Creating chaos, diverting the soldiers’ attention.

    Mavis hadn’t wanted to limit the number of sacrifices for the Divine Descent ritual, but… the women might not be able to handle more.

    Despite their eerie appearance, Ekaterina was undaunted. She continued forward, her greatsword dragging behind her.

    The puppets’ eyes reddened, and with chilling howls, they charged, weapons raised.

    Their orders were to eliminate all life within the Residence.

    Buzz…

    Crimson flames engulfed Ekaterina’s greatsword.

    The bright light dispelled the darkness as she raised the heavy blade.

    With a powerful swing, a fiery arc tore through the night.

    “Flame… Slash!”

    Swoosh!

    The blade swept across the ground, cleaving through dozens of figures a hundred meters away.

    Their armor offered no protection, the wounds cauterized by the flames.

    Within the Imperial Palace.

    Wadsworth stood on the highest point.

    Having deployed all his guards to search for Mavis, the palace’s defenses were at their weakest. The controlled puppets had actually managed to breach the walls.

    He sighed as he watched his sons and daughters screaming in terror.

    He had dozens of children, but most were fools.

    The invaders weren’t particularly strong. His children, if they had any courage, could easily handle them, but they were paralyzed by fear.

    Only a handful of princes, along with their guards, were fighting back.

    Wadsworth mentally added their names to the list of potential heirs.

    The most impressive among them was Princess Carol.

    However… he frowned. Please don’t laugh maniacally while dragging a corpse around by its head with your whip.

    People might think you’re a psychopath.

    He thought of the First Prince. Despite his flaws and troublesome nature, his talent and strength were undeniable. He would have been at the forefront of the defense, rallying his siblings…

    Too bad Qin Chu had killed him.

    No, not too bad.

    With Mavis being the Vice President of the Witch Society, he wasn’t even sure if the First Prince was truly his son.

    Damn it!

    The weight of all those metaphorical hats was giving him a neck ache.

    After dealing with Mavis, he would tighten security within the harem. This couldn’t happen again.

    Around the same time, a group of elite soldiers finally reached the abandoned church.

    From a distance, they saw a faint light emanating from the supposedly deserted building.

    Their leader frowned and signaled his men to approach. Peeking through the windows, they were stunned by what they saw.

    Gods, what was this?

    Hundreds of figures were entangled within the church, copulating like animals.

    There was nothing beautiful or seductive about it, only a chilling grotesqueness.

    The men were mostly emaciated, their skin clinging to their bones.

    Their bodies were covered in filth and blood.

    Yet, their eyes shone with a crazed light, like machines driven beyond their limits, their trembling legs still pumping.

    They were oblivious to the blood flowing from their orifices, their lives nearing their end.

    They didn’t see the hundreds of dried corpses scattered on the floor.

    The women, equally lost in their frenzy, didn’t notice their bodies giving out. Some noble ladies lay motionless on the ground, their chests still, clearly dead.

    Blood flowed along the grooves on the floor, forming a gruesome, crimson pattern.

    What kind of unholy ritual was this?

    In the center of the magic circle stood a tall woman, her abdomen grotesquely swollen, dark purple threads wrapped around her upper body, crimson threads around her lower body.

    Her disheveled hair framed a face twisted in a smile.

    The scene made their scalps crawl.

    Their leader, his throat constricting, stumbled back, grabbing a magic scroll and pressing his ear.

    His name was Nikles.

    He had once been one of the Hero’s guards, seemingly on good terms with him.

    But during the conflict between the First Prince and Qin Chu, he had sided with the prince, providing him with information.

    After the prince’s death, he had been demoted.

    However, having served in the Royal Guard for so long, he still held some influence.

    If he could report this information quickly, it would be a great service, potentially restoring his former status.

    He had to inform the Emperor immediately.

    “Your Majesty, the abandoned Church of the Earth Mother Godd…”

    But before he could finish, Mavis sensed his presence.

    She looked up sharply, her voice shrill: “No one will harm my child!”

    Bang!

    An invisible shockwave erupted from the church.

    The already fragile windows shattered, and the soldiers felt as if their heads had been struck by hammers.

    Nikles saw only red, blood gushing from his nose.

    He was thrown backwards by the force of the blast.

    After a few seconds, he regained his senses and looked around. His comrades lay on the ground, their faces covered in blood, their bodies twitching. They were dead.

    Only Nikles, the strongest among them, and slightly further from the window, had survived.

    “Die!”

    Another shout from within the church, and another invisible force slammed Nikles against a tree.

    His back felt broken, the pain making his face contort.

    He spat out a mouthful of blood.

    Then, countless ice-white, shimmering threads emerged from the church windows.

    Mavis’s hair, growing rapidly as if with a life of its own, reached Nikles, binding him tightly.

    He struggled, but the seemingly delicate strands were as strong as chains.

    The hair tightened.

    Blood trickled from Nikles’s lips.

    A sickening cracking sound filled the air as his bones broke under the pressure. He screamed in agony.

    Broken bones pierced his flesh, some protruding through his skin.

    It was worse than death.

    Suddenly, he felt a shadow fall over him. He turned his head with difficulty and saw several figures behind him.

    Two inhumanly beautiful women, the Snow Woman Heloise and the Blood Elf Iyeta.

    And a proud elf, a member of the Hero Squad, Sylph.

    Between them stood a tall, well-built young man, slightly more handsome than before.

    It was none other than the Hero, Qin Chu.

    Hope flared in Nikles’s eyes. The Hero was here. He was saved.

    “Hero! Save me…”

    He cried out, his voice filled with desperation.

    He felt his organs being crushed, the hair tearing his skin and flesh. The pain was unbearable.

    Seeing Nikles’s plight, hearing his pleas, a smile touched Qin Chu’s lips.

    He remembered. In the first loop, this was the man who had killed Karen, the only girl who had spoken up for him when he was crippled and confined to a wheelchair.

    He also remembered how, even in the second loop, Nikles had betrayed him, providing information to the First Prince and helping to frame him.

    Some things never changed. Nikles was despicable, in both loops.

    As for saving him?

    Save your sister!

  • Transformed into a Female Villain, But Captured by My Beautiful Girl Disciples v2c15

    Chapter 15: A Stalled Startup 

    The popular stalls here were naturally designed based on Gong Youyuan’s preferences.

    Since she often wrote late into the night and didn’t want to wake her mother for food, her usual late-night orders were…

    Tripe noodles, barbecue, roasted pig brain, and so on.

    Her food delivery app history was filled with such items.

    As for candied haws…

    She rarely went out and only had childhood memories of buying candied haws from street vendors.

    Although there were candied hawthorn delivery options, they were often overly fancy, filled with glutinous rice, red bean paste, mung bean paste, and even durian.

    She wasn’t interested and simply added candied hawthorn chains to her novel to express her longing.

    However… she didn’t seem to have given the shop a name.

    Qiyou Candied Haws… was it an AI-generated name, like an AI-generated continuation?

    But in any case…

    Yan Chuyue bit into a candied hawthorn. The sweet, sugary coating and the tangy fruit inside…

    Perfect!

    It was exactly the taste she remembered.

    However, as she happily munched on her candied fruit, she completely forgot about the main course. The girl opposite her, however, was staring at the bowl of pig brain…

    Lost in thought.

    “You don’t like it?”

    “It’s not that I don’t like it…”

    Before she could finish, Yan Chuyue interrupted, “You clearly don’t like it.”

    She said confidently, “I know that look. My brother, ahem, a friend of mine used to get nauseous at the sight of this. He wouldn’t even let me put it in the hotpot.”

    Well…

    Gong Yiling felt a bit awkward.

    It seemed everyone who disliked pig brain had similar reactions.

    Before they parted ways, she had strictly forbidden her sister from putting pig brain in the spicy hotpot.

    In the end, Gong Youyuan could only reluctantly put it in the clear soup, then drench it in chili oil before eating it.

    When asked if she enjoyed eating pig brains as much as pigs did, her sister replied,

    “Dummy brother’s brain is worse than pig brain.”

    Ah…

    That was a long time ago.

    Gong Yiling chuckled awkwardly. “I lack… the worldly desire for pig brain.”

    “Just try it.” Yan Chuyue picked up a small piece with her chopsticks and held it to Gong Yiling’s lips. “It’s like tofu with a meaty flavor. It’s delicious.”

    Miss Gong shook her head. “No.”

    “Just a little.”

    “No.”

    “Just one bite.”

    “No, no!”

    Yan Chuyue stood up and brought the pig brain closer, while Miss Gong stubbornly leaned back.

    Just as she reached the limit of the chair’s tilt, a figure in ragged clothes suddenly appeared, snatched the pig brain and chopsticks from Yan Chuyue’s hand, and swallowed it whole.

    “Munch, munch, munch.”

    The figure chewed, making a strange crunching sound. “Cooked brains are alright.”

    Yan Chuyue: “???”

    Gong Yiling: “???”

    What was going on?

    Suddenly appearing and snatching their food, then saying such a strange thing.

    Did she/he/it usually eat raw brains?

    “Ah.”

    The strange cloaked figure noticed their gazes and asked, “Have you two seen a bad guy?”

    “Bad guy?”

    “Uh… how do I describe it…” The figure gestured wildly. “This young lady’s house, so big, so big, so big, suddenly exploded! And then the person ran away! I don’t even know who did it!”

    Exploded a house?

    Gong Yiling frowned.

    Who would randomly blow up someone’s house? That was just asking for trouble.

    Yan Chuyue, looking at the broken chopsticks, said with a wry smile, “Without any specific characteristics, we can’t help you.”

    “Characteristics… it was someone from a powerful sect on the Hundred Paths Mountain, I think. It was called…”

    The cloaked figure struggled to remember.

    Finally, she/he/it scratched their head and said with a sigh, “Forget it, you humans have such strange names. How would I remember?”

    “The brains are alright, but not spicy enough. I’m leaving.”

    The figure came and went quickly. Besides a few strands of silver hair peeking out from under the hood, they didn’t notice anything else about their appearance.

    Yan Chuyue: “Who was that?”

    Gong Yiling: “I have no idea.”

    Yan Chuyue: “Snatching someone’s food like that is so rude.”

    Gong Yiling: “She didn’t even seem human. Did you hear what she said? ‘You humans’.”

    Could it be… a half-demon or a demonic beast in human form?

    But her question was strange. Why would a sect from the Hundred Paths Mountain randomly blow up her house…?

    “Forget it.” Yan Chuyue tossed aside the broken chopsticks and picked up another pair, poking at the bowl of pig brain.

    The interruption seemed to have made her forget about feeding Gong Yiling, and she happily finished the dish herself.

    Seeing the empty bowl, Gong Yiling sighed in relief, grabbed some barbecue from Yan Chuyue’s side, and ate it with her mediocre beef soup.

    They continued exploring the night market, trying various snacks even Yan Chuyue had never seen before.

    Finally, when they were almost too full to walk, they sat down at a riverside pavilion, usually deserted except during festivals.

    “This is much better than the leftovers at the Yan Estate.”

    Yan Chuyue leaned back on her hands, swinging her legs. Her lips, although not painted, were a vibrant red from the spicy food.

    “When are you planning to leave the Yan Estate?” Gong Yiling asked casually. “After your father’s death, that’s no longer your home.”

    Yan Chuyue stuck out her tongue. “I haven’t decided yet.”

    “Haven’t decided?”

    “The world is so big,” Yan Chuyue smiled. “Where should I go after leaving the Yan Estate?”

    She wasn’t the decisive Yan Chuyue from her novel, just a reclusive writer.

    If she had Yan Chuyue’s courage, she wouldn’t have been a coward for so long, unable to confront her father and tell him—”You were wrong!”

    “Don’t want to go to the Hundred Paths Mountain?” Gong Yiling tried to recall what Yan Chuyue was supposed to be doing at this point—she should be struggling against her adoptive family, ambushed by the Second Elder, then rescued by Jiang Chenmo.

    Well.

    None of that would probably happen.

    Thanks to Gong Yiling…

    Yan Chuyue hadn’t even met Jiang Chenmo yet, even suspecting he had been killed during his intrusion into the Blood Orchid Palace.

    If the male lead died midway… what would happen next…?

  • After Failing to Find Immortality 216

    Chapter 216: Arrival of the Prince, Undercurrents Surge

    “A few more days?!”

    The young girl’s face was filled with undisguised frustration.

    She glared at Cheng Yishi. “Are you lying to us?!”

    Cheng Yishi’s expression remained calm. “There’s no need for me to lie. Master Lin didn’t say when he would return. It could be any day now, or perhaps in a few weeks.”

    “How dare you speak to me like that—”

    The young girl clenched her fists, ready to lash out.

    But the handsome young man beside her chuckled and stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be so harsh, Xueyang. A renowned scholar like Master Lin is surely busy with important matters. It’s normal for him to be away. There’s no need to get angry or take it out on Miss Cheng.”

    “What Master Lin? He’s just a charlatan, a fraud, taking advantage of gullible people! He’s probably out there swindling others with his tricks!”

    The young girl clicked her tongue impatiently. “I don’t understand why you’re so interested in him, Brother. He’s just a fortune teller! There are plenty of those in every temple and shrine!”

    “Young Lady, please calm down.”

    A middle-aged man standing beside them spoke in a low voice, his stern face commanding respect. “We’re not at home. Control your temper.”

    “You forced me to come here!” The young girl glared back at him. “I have no interest in talking to these lowly—”

    “Xueyang, that’s enough.”

    The young man’s smile vanished, and he looked at her calmly.

    But his simple words silenced her. She froze, her face paling as if she had seen something terrifying. She lowered her head and trembled slightly.

    “My apologies, Miss Cheng. My younger sister is spoiled and pampered. This is her first time traveling outside the capital, and she’s been quite… uncomfortable. She’s been frustrated and irritable, and she took it out on you.”

    The young man’s smile returned, and he bowed slightly. “I’ll teach her some manners later and have her apologize properly—”

    “There’s no need for apologies.”

    Cheng Yishi smiled politely, interrupting him. “Your sister is still young and has been raised in a privileged environment. It’s understandable for her to be a bit spoiled. She’ll learn eventually. There’s no need for punishment.”

    The young man raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You’re truly a remarkable woman, Miss Cheng, your generosity and understanding far beyond that of most.”

    “You flatter me, Sir. Anyone would have said the same.”

    Cheng Yishi smiled calmly. “Even children from other wealthy families would have shown more restraint.”

    “No.”

    The young man clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes sparkling with interest. “You’re the most… intriguing person I’ve met in Changling, even in the entire Xima Prefecture.

    I’ve met many children from wealthy families, but they’re all either nervous or obsequious in my presence. Even those so-called talented and aloof beauties can’t hide their excitement when they learn my identity.”

    “But you’re different.”

    “You haven’t even bothered to pay your respects, as if you have no interest in associating with the powerful and wealthy.”

    He narrowed his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. “I’m truly curious, Miss Cheng. What are you thinking?”

    Cheng Yishi’s expression remained calm, her gaze steady. “So you came here for two reasons, Sir. One, to meet Master Lin. And two, to meet me.”

    “Indeed.”

    The young man nodded frankly and walked towards her, his smile widening. “I’ve heard many stories about your beauty, Miss Cheng. And now, seeing you in person, I have to say, the rumors are true. You’re truly captivating. But there’s also a certain mystery about you.

    It makes me want to… unravel your secrets, to understand your hidden thoughts.”

    As he approached, Cheng Yishi’s eyes flickered, and she waved her hand dismissively.

    “Hmm?!”

    The young man was startled, as if he had been pushed back by an invisible force. He stumbled slightly.

    Seeing this, his bodyguards immediately drew their swords, their auras surging, a wave of killing intent directed at Cheng Yishi.

    But a gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, neutralizing their combined power.

    A flash of blood-red light flickered in Cheng Yishi’s brown eyes as she looked at the middle-aged man, her expression cold and unreadable.

    “…”

    The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, sensing something amiss.

    “You’re not an ordinary mortal, Miss Cheng.”

    The young man regained his composure, his smile returning. “It seems my bodyguards are no match for you.”

    “There’s no need for further tests, Sir. I have no interest in power struggles.”

    Cheng Yishi bowed respectfully. “And please retract your previous remarks. I already have someone I love, and our relationship is strong. I won’t tolerate any disrespect or flirtation, even from a prince.”

    This young man was Pei Yan, the eldest son of Prince Pei.

    “How dare you!”

    The middle-aged man roared, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “For the prince to condescend to speak with you is a blessing for your entire family! And yet you speak such disrespectful words!”

    “Now, now, Uncle Li, there’s no need to be so upset. A woman should be virtuous and chaste. Miss Cheng’s words are perfectly reasonable.”

    The young man chuckled, stopping the middle-aged man from attacking. “I apologize for my earlier remarks, Miss Cheng. I was too forward. I was simply impressed by your beauty and couldn’t resist teasing you.”

    “I’m honored, Your Highness.”

    Cheng Yishi lowered her eyes and curtsied slightly. “But my household consists only of widows and young girls. Please forgive me for not inviting you inside. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

    “It seems you’re a virtuous woman, Miss Cheng. I admire that.”

    Pei Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Then I won’t disturb you any longer. I hope to meet Master Lin when he returns. Perhaps you could introduce us, Miss Cheng.”

    “I’ll keep that in mind, Your Highness.”

    “Please rest well, Miss Cheng. I’ll visit again in a few days.” Pei Yan bowed politely, and his bodyguards sheathed their swords and followed suit. They were clearly well-trained.

    “Farewell, Your Highness.”

    Pei Yan and his entourage turned to leave.

    But the young girl, who had been silent since her earlier outburst, glanced back at Cheng Yishi, her previous hostility and annoyance replaced by a flicker of curiosity.

    “M-Miss, what happened just now? Why was there such a cold and eerie wind at the gate?”

    The maid rushed over, her face filled with concern. “And those men with the prince…”

    “The rumors are not entirely accurate.”

    Cheng Yishi crossed her arms, her face cold and aloof. “This prince is not as gentle and refined as they say.”

    “Eh?”

    The maid was surprised. “What do you mean, Miss? He seemed quite polite.”

    “Appearances can be deceiving. Remember that.”

    Cheng Yishi tapped her forehead lightly, her voice serious. “He might maintain a gentle smile, and his appearance and demeanor are certainly charming, making it easy to mistake him for a gentleman. But I sensed something… sinister.”

    “Shh!” The maid’s face paled, and she quickly covered Cheng Yishi’s mouth. “Miss! Be careful! Someone might hear you! If those words reach the prince’s ears, our family will be in grave danger!”

    Cheng Yishi chuckled helplessly. “You’re always so cautious.”

    “Better safe than sorry! I don’t want to lose you, Miss!”

    “…Alright, let’s go back inside.” Cheng Yishi sighed and said softly, “Although this Prince Pei seems to have some ulterior motives, he wouldn’t dare to do anything too drastic, not with his status and reputation. Just focus on your work and stop sneaking into my room to nap.”

    “Eh! How did you know, Miss?!”

    “I was the one who covered you with the blanket. How do you think I knew?”

    “…”

    “Alright, don’t just stand there. Be careful and don’t wander around alone these next few days. Other than that, there’s no need to worry.”

    After the maid left, Cheng Yishi paused.

    She looked towards the distance, a wistful look in her eyes.

    “I wonder when they’ll be back.”

    Just half a month, yet it felt like a lifetime.

    On a bustling street…

    Pei Yan examined the wooden ornaments at a stall, a smile on his face.

    “Uncle Li, what do you think of that Miss Cheng?”

    “Her background is clean. She’s a local, and her age is accurate.” The middle-aged man’s face was expressionless. “But her aura is strange, like a ghost practitioner, but different. Her cultivation is probably comparable to a Crimson Demon, perhaps even higher.”

    “Excellent.”

    Pei Yan’s smile widened as he examined a wooden hairpin. “I’ve never encountered such a ‘gem’ in all my travels.”

    The middle-aged man’s eyes flickered. “Your Highness, are you planning to—”

    “I heard that Master Lin is already involved with a woman. Scholars are usually sentimental and value loyalty and tradition.” Pei Yan’s voice was meaningful. “But not everyone can handle the blessings of two beauties.”

    “Do you intend to antagonize this Master Lin, Your Highness?”

    “No, no, Uncle Li. Your thinking is too rigid.”

    Pei Yan chuckled and tapped his forehead. “If I can become his friend, it will solve everything. And if he’s truly as talented and resourceful as the rumors say, he could be a valuable ally. It’s a win-win situation.”

    “Are you confident, Your Highness?”

    “I’ve learned about his interests. I’ll simply appeal to them. If he doesn’t care about fame or fortune, then I’ll offer him my sincere friendship. That should be enough to win him over.”

    “And what if he’s just a charlatan, a fraud, as the young lady said?”

    Pei Yan smiled faintly.

    “Then I’ll kill him.”

    He tossed the hairpin back onto the stall and turned to leave. “A mere commoner, trying to enjoy the company of two beauties, possessing such treasures… such greed will only lead to his demise.”

    “Understood, Your Highness.”

    “Brother, this baked cake is delicious!”

    The young girl ran towards him, her face beaming with joy.

    Pei Yan’s cold and menacing aura vanished, replaced by a gentle smile. “Then eat as much as you like, Xueyang.

    And I apologize for being so harsh earlier. If you’re still upset, indulge yourself these next few days.”

    “You’re the best, Brother!”

    The young girl cheered, her face lit up with happiness.

    But as she glanced back at the stall, a shadow of sadness crossed her eyes.

    However, Pei Yan and his entourage didn’t notice…

    A figure, holding an umbrella, stood on the roof of a distant building, watching them leave, her expression calm.

    “—With the world on the verge of change, even these mortals are starting to stir.”

    Her robes billowed in the wind, her figure graceful and alluring, yet no one in Changling could see her.

    Yang Chanzhen’s purple eyes narrowed, and she sighed softly. “They’re truly… courting disaster.”

    Her figure shimmered and vanished like a mirage, disappearing without a trace.

    As the sun began to set…

    After a long journey, Lin Tianlu and his companions had left Shilin County and were now traveling through the central region of Xima Prefecture, arriving at a small town called Anshi County.

    “Welcome, travelers! What can I get for you?”

    A young waiter approached them with a cheerful smile. “Our specialty is the braised pork. It’s delicious! Would you like to try it?”

    Lin Tianlu smiled and nodded. “We’ll have some snacks—”

    Bang!

    A loud noise suddenly came from outside the restaurant.

  • My Girlfriend is a Cold and Aloof Sickly Beauty 53

    Chapter 53: The Wedding Day

    Back in Beiliao, Xiao Luohan had witnessed her second brother’s wedding.

    When the Crown Prince took a consort, envoys would deliver gifts to the woman’s family, consult their horoscopes, choose an auspicious date and time, the Crown Prince would pay respects to the heavens before the wedding, and on the auspicious day, he would leave the palace to welcome the bride, hold a grand banquet in the palace, and only enter the bridal chamber after dusk to lift the veil, drink the ceremonial wine, and consummate the marriage.

    Earlier, Xiao Luohan had also asked Shizhu, who had been in the palace for a long time, about the process of the Crown Prince of Daying taking a wife or concubine. Compared to Beiliao, it wasn’t much different.

    But perhaps because she was being taken as a concubine, or perhaps this wedding wasn’t important, on the “wedding day” the Crown Prince spoke of, only a few palace maids came to Wangmei Pavilion, carrying her wedding dress, cosmetics, and jewelry, to dress her up.

    Xiao Luohan had sharp ears. Even sitting inside with the door closed, she could hear the palace maids whispering outside:

    “Isn’t the princess sent for marriage alliance protected by ghosts and spirits? Why is Wangmei Pavilion so deserted on her wedding day?”

    “Perhaps she offended the ghosts and spirits. I heard Eunuch Xiao Nan say that after His Highness burned the books to exorcise evil spirits that night, the ghosts and spirits were enraged and took back all the gifts!”

    “Not only that, she also caught a cold. I’m afraid… she won’t live much longer.”

    “How unlucky! Poor His Highness!”

    “…”

    Various speculations and rumors, like fabricated stories, were being spread.

    Xiao Luohan, as the person involved, remained unfazed, treating it as entertainment.

    Last night, she had conducted her final “move,” returning all the remaining winter supplies, sweaters, coats, and even the stun gun.

    Considering that she might be searched before entering the Eastern Palace, after discussing it with Jiang Xue and the others, Xiao Luohan decided to only carry the diary, which only she could see. Whether it was the stun gun or the gun, she would tell Jiang Xue the code word when the time came, catching the Crown Prince off guard.

    Wearing the heavy red wedding dress and jewelry, worried that the cosmetics might be poisoned, Xiao Luohan declined the palace maids’ offer to apply makeup. After they left, she opened the cosmetics her mother had left her and slowly started applying them, concealing her sickly appearance under the makeup.

    When Jiang Xue arrived through the dream, she had just finished drawing her eyebrows and was about to apply lipstick.

    “Use the lipstick from our side!” Jiang Xue hurriedly pointed at the diary. As soon as she finished speaking, a brand new lipstick appeared, which she picked up. “This will be yours from now on. You can familiarize yourself with it.”

    She opened the lipstick, gently dabbed it on Xiao Luohan’s lower lip, then used a round brush and a flat brush to blend and define, adding color to her face.

    Xiao Luohan sat obediently, feeling the small brush gently sweeping across her lips, a strange warmth in her heart.

    They were very close, and they could hear each other’s slightly nervous breathing.

    Three days was too rushed. Even though Uncle Seuss had diligently simulated various scenarios and put them into practice, and Jiang Xue had started teaching her as soon as she entered the dream, there was only one chance for the actual assassination. A slight misstep could cost her life.

    “Sh-Should I go to the Eastern Palace and check the situation first?”

    After finishing with the lipstick, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but ask, “It’s the day of the wedding. Elder Sister Red Fox shouldn’t stop me now, right? I can even check the exam venue before the college entrance exam!”

    “Go ahead, don’t worry about me.” Xiao Luohan carefully put away the lipstick and brushes, placing them on the diary to send them back to the other world. “Since the Crown Prince wants me to die in the Eastern Palace, no one will make things difficult for me before that.”

    Hearing her talk about “death” so calmly, Jiang Xue felt a pang of sadness. Before leaving, she hugged Xiao Luohan. “I’ll stay here with you until I take you home!”


    As soon as Jiang Xue left, she saw the red fox squatting at the door, as if it had been waiting.

    “I’m going to the Eastern Palace to scout the location,” she said to the red fox as she floated outwards. “The wedding is tonight. Even if that dog of a Crown Prince is setting up traps, he should be almost done, right?”

    The red fox, as always, didn’t speak, only leading the way.

    Jiang Xue had thought she would have to navigate the winding paths of the palace, but as they walked, the scenery around them gradually blurred, and when she came to her senses, she was already in a lively place.

    Unlike the desolate Wangmei Pavilion, the Crown Prince’s Eastern Palace was decorated with lanterns and colored streamers today. It didn’t feel like he was taking a concubine, but marrying a primary consort.

    She spat in disgust before entering, following the red fox through the crowd, straight towards the bedchamber.

    However, the bedchamber was locked, and at least seven or eight tall guards were standing guard!

    Jiang Xue frowned, circled around the bedchamber, and even tried the windows—they were also locked from the inside!

    “Do you know what’s hidden inside?” she casually asked the red fox.

    “It should be my body.”

    When the cold and calm female voice rang out, Jiang Xue almost thought she was hallucinating.

    “There’s a type of magic in the Daying palace, similar to witchcraft, that can trap souls and prevent ghosts from passing,” the red fox continued. “I can only sense the general location of my body, but I can’t approach it, and except for the ‘seventh day,’ I can’t stray too far from this place.”

    Jiang Xue was shocked. Afraid that staying here would harm Xiao Linghan’s soul, she quickly floated out of the Eastern Palace.

    “Th-Then what can we do to free you?” she asked with concern.

    The red fox shook its head and crouched beside her. “Some of the soldiers who died in that battle have already moved on, but those with strong obsessions remain on the battlefield, unable to do anything to the living, only watching as Beiliao submits to Daying, their resentment gradually accumulating.”

    “So I told them, if they could lend me their strength, I would first kill the Crown Prince of Daying, then send dreams to the generals of the Jiang family’s army, so that Beiliao can forge divine weapons and turn the tide of the war, defeating the enemy with a smaller force.”

    “They were my soldiers, unwilling to surrender to Daying even in death. After that journey, I have devoured countless souls and vengeful spirits who willingly sacrificed themselves. Having made a promise to them, I must first fulfill our shared wish before I can talk about liberation.”

    The more Jiang Xue listened, the more shocked she became.

    Elder Sister Red Fox’s current situation was completely opposite to Xie Xitong’s speculation!

    She could pull her, who was awake, into the dream, not because she was overexerting herself, but because she had gained more power by devouring souls.

    No wonder Xiao Luohan felt that her elder sister seemed to have suddenly become more lively after hugging the red fox, no longer like a spirit, but more like a living person in a dream.

    But possessing such special power must come at a price. Elder Sister Red Fox spoke vaguely, but Jiang Xue understood—without fulfilling the wishes of those souls, she couldn’t be liberated and couldn’t reincarnate.

    …Perhaps, just as Xiao Luohan had speculated before, Xiao Linghan had willingly become an “earthbound spirit,” weaving a web of destruction for Daying in a realm invisible to the living.

    “This is my own choice. You don’t have to pity me. Just take Xiao Luo away.” Seeing her emotions, the red fox said, “Heaven has already been kind enough to me. Otherwise, I would also be one of those countless vengeful spirits.”

    As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared. The surrounding scene changed again, and soon, Jiang Xue was back under the old plum tree in Wangmei Pavilion’s courtyard.

    “I still have unfinished business in Beiliao.”

    “But I have already attached my soul to the plum branches. Even after decades, the blossoms will not wither.”

    Jiang Xue stared blankly at the old plum tree, pursed her lips, and turned to float towards the house.

    No matter what choice Elder Sister Red Fox had made, Xiao Luohan, as her most beloved younger sister, deserved to know.


    After hearing about her elder sister’s choice, Xiao Luohan remained silent for a long time.

    “If it’s Elder Sister, I’m not surprised at all,” she murmured. “The late Empress always raised her like a son, teaching her about state affairs. Elder Sister joined the army, truly distrusting men, but also wanting to protect her home and country, which was her lifelong wish.”

    That dazzling figure in red had donned her armor, picked up her silver spear, and calmly walked towards the ending she had chosen.

    And her only selfish desire was probably for her frail younger sister, whom she had watched grow up.

    Jiang Xue didn’t say anything, just sat beside her, gently patting her shoulder.

    “Since Elder Sister can protect me as I leave this world, I still want to do one last thing for her,” Xiao Luohan finally said.

    Jiang Xue’s eyes flickered—this matter had been mentioned once before.

    She knew what Xiao Luohan wanted to do. Now that their path was secure, there was no reason to stop her. If she were in Xiao Luohan’s shoes, she would also want to help Elder Sister Red Fox in this way.


    Dusk finally arrived.

    Outside the dream, Jiang Mei, Xie Xitong, and Uncle Seuss were watching over Jiang Xue, who had been asleep all day, having prepared food and a first-aid kit in advance.

    Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the diary. As soon as they saw obvious lipstick smudges, they would send the stun gun and the gun according to the code word.

    In the dream, the wedding sedan chair had already arrived at the gate of Wangmei Pavilion, and the incoming servants had cleared a path, laying out a red carpet in the falling snow.

    Xiao Luohan, her face covered by a red veil, walked out the door, accompanied by Jiang Xue.

    Passing by the old plum tree, she looked up, taking one last look through the red veil.

    Her elder sister had said that she had attached her soul to the plum branches. At this moment, she must be watching her.

    “The auspicious time has arrived! Bride, quickly get into the sedan chair!” the eunuch in charge of the wedding ceremony shouted at the door.

    Looking away, Xiao Luohan slightly quickened her pace.

    Her severe cold hadn’t fully recovered, and walking a little too quickly made her cough, looking frail and weak in everyone’s eyes.

    The wedding dress and jewelry were too heavy. As she got into the sedan chair, she felt unsteady and was about to reach for the door when a pair of hands steadily supported her back.

    After safely helping her into the sedan chair, Jiang Xue followed, standing in front of her.

    The space inside the sedan chair was cramped. One stood, and the other sat, waiting in silence.

    Halfway there, Jiang Xue suddenly felt a tug on her sleeve. Turning around, she saw that Xiao Luohan had made space for her, her slender hand resting on the empty spot, inviting her to sit down.

    Thinking this would probably reassure her, Jiang Xue didn’t hesitate and sat down, squeezing in next to her.

    It was supposed to be a serious day, but at this moment, she couldn’t quite describe her feelings.

    But she felt that she should at least be happy for Xiao Luohan—after tonight, Xiao Luo would come to her world, completely escaping the misery of feudal society and becoming free.

    Just as she was thinking this, the hand resting on her lap was held.

    The hand covering hers was small and thin, cold from the winter and illness.

    Jiang Xue instinctively warmed Xiao Luohan’s hand with her own, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

    The journey from Wangmei Pavilion to the Eastern Palace wasn’t long. They didn’t hold hands for long before the swaying sedan chair came to a stop.

    There was no suona music, no flower petals or firecrackers. It was the same eunuch again, shouting in a shrill voice according to the procedure, “Bride, alight! Escort her to the bridal chamber!”

    It was like attending a banquet with hidden dangers, but they both knew who the victim would be.

  • Friend(GL) 110

    Chapter 110: Agreement

    The online rumors about Zhou Tianzui’s father reached a fever pitch after You Ruxu’s report.

    Wrongful accusations, misunderstandings, a belated truth.

    These were common tropes in TV dramas, a long-awaited revelation, the wrongly accused finally cleared, the protagonist vindicated, a seemingly perfect ending with a bittersweet undercurrent.

    Such stories could be discussed endlessly in dramas, let alone in real life. It sparked heated online discussions. After You Ruxu’s report, the TV station’s hotlines were overwhelmed with calls.

    All three teams’ lines were busy. The usually bustling TV station was eerily quiet. The station director stood in the meeting room, holding Zhou Qiming’s work journal, his voice filled with emotion, some of the people below teary-eyed.

    You Ruxu stood at the doorway, looking inside. Everyone listened attentively.

    The Zhou Qiming incident had a significant impact on the station, accused of a cover-up, demands for a thorough investigation, the station director almost dismissed. After the initial chaos subsided, some people even blamed Zhou Qiming.

    Saying he was shameless for doing such a thing.

    Those people were no longer at the station, but their hurtful words lingered.

    It was the same online.

    The initial criticism and insults, following You Ruxu’s report, were replaced by an eerie silence.

    Then an outpouring of anger and sympathy.

    [Zhou Qiming was slandered for over twenty years? I heard from my mom that it was a huge scandal back then, his family suffered the most, several suicide attempts, saved each time, then accused of faking it.]

    [If this wasn’t real, I wouldn’t believe it. A reporter who fought for justice, labeled a rapist after his death, how ironic!]

    [Then why was he accused of being a rapist? I thought it was strange before, even the police hadn’t concluded he was the perpetrator, so why was everyone condemning him? And those who were vehemently attacking him online a few days ago, just for saying the police hadn’t reached a conclusion, were accused of defending a rapist, do these people not have to take responsibility for their words?]

    [Why do you all believe this reporter? What if it’s just another act, like back then? I heard this You Ruxu is friends with Dr. Zhou from the First Affiliated Hospital.]

    [A dark heart sees darkness everywhere. Why don’t you look up Reporter You Ruxu’s credentials? She was the one who reported on the Fengyuan incident, risking her life, you probably didn’t know that, did you? Oh, of course you didn’t, who paid you to say such ignorant things?]

    Those trying to manipulate public opinion were quickly called out.

    If it were any other reporter, it might not have been so convincing, but You Ruxu, in the past year, from the fireworks factory explosion to the Fengyuan case, her reports had made a lasting impression on the public, her ability to steer public opinion back on track during times of crisis, upholding the principles of fairness, justice, and transparency, fearlessly facing pressure and threats, her name synonymous with integrity. People remembered the chaos after the fireworks factory explosion, how the marketing accounts tried to manipulate the narrative, yet her reports remained unbiased, a beacon of truth, firm and unwavering.

    Now, with her reporting on this story, it added another layer of credibility.

    And with trust, came sympathy and regret.

    [Even TV dramas wouldn’t dare to portray something like this.]

    [I can’t even imagine what they went through.]

    [I really admire Dr. Zhou, being able to become a doctor, to maintain such a strong spirit, in such circumstances, Zhou Qiming was a hero, and so is she.]

    [This is the first time I’ve truly understood the meaning of ‘the world kisses me with pain, I return it with a song.’]

    Chen Xiang, holding her laptop, said to You Ruxu, “Teacher You, have you seen the trending topics?”

    You Ruxu said, “What trending topics?”

    “This one.” Chen Xiang said, showing her the screen.

    The headline: [The world kisses me with pain, I return it with a song.]

    You Ruxu didn’t need to click on it to know it was about Zhou Tianzui, her eyes burning slightly, “I can’t believe Dr. Zhou went through so much, how did she endure it all these years, she’s amazing.”

    “Teacher You, have you read the comments?”

    You Ruxu read some of them, the previous insults and accusations gone, replaced by a wave of sympathy and anger, not just for Zhou Qiming’s wrongful conviction, but also for the blind and reckless public opinion that had condemned him.

    Those rumors and gossip, they were invisible killers.

    You Ruxu looked down, then after a moment of silence, excused herself and wheeled herself out.

    Chen Xiang watched her go.

    From the Zhou Qiming case many years ago to Zhou Tianzui now, public opinion seemed to be an inescapable force. Kind people were easily deceived, blinded by misleading narratives, which was why reporters were needed, why persistence was crucial.

    Chen Xiang suddenly remembered You Ruxu’s words, words she often repeated.

    Uncover the truth, report it truthfully.

    At this moment, she truly understood the weight and significance of those words.

    You Ruxu received a call from Yu Qiao just as she left the TV station, “Who was that person?”

    You Ruxu opened her mouth, then closed it, unable to speak.

    Yu Qiao continued, “Xiao Xu, I’m not asking for anything else, just tell me who that person was, they…”

    “Mom, what are you doing?” The call was interrupted. Yu Qiao looked at Zhou Tianzui, who had turned off the TV. The room was quiet. Yu Qiao held the phone. Zhou Tianzui asked, “Were you calling You Ruxu?”

    She had been watching TV, not paying attention to Yu Qiao, only hearing her after the TV was turned off.

    Yu Qiao had been trying to call You Ruxu, her phone was off, and when she finally got through, Zhou Tianzui saw it.

    Yu Qiao said, “I just wanted to ask Xiao Xu something.”

    “Are you asking her who that person was?” Zhou Tianzui asked, the words difficult to say, a wave of nausea and self-loathing washing over her. She clenched her hands, forcing herself to speak, “Don’t ask, she can’t violate her professional ethics.”

    Seeing Yu Qiao’s stunned silence.

    She closed her eyes, “Do you want her to lose her job?”

    “I…” Yu Qiao quickly said, “No, of course not, I’m very grateful to Xiao Xu, she did so much for us.”

    Zhou Tianzui couldn’t bear to hear any more, “Don’t mention it.”

    “Mom, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Zhou Tianzui’s voice was strained, her body weak and exhausted. She turned her head away, her forehead covered in sweat. Yu Qiao said, “You…”

    Yu Qiao looked at her, thinking she was overwhelmed by emotions, remembering her father, remembering his name finally cleared after so many years, hence her distress. She didn’t dare say anything more, just nodded, “Okay, Mom won’t mention it again.”

    Not mentioning it didn’t mean she didn’t want to.

    After twenty years.

    Finally, no more whispers behind her back, no more pointing fingers and accusations, finally, she could proudly say, my husband was a good reporter. She felt both happiness and a deep sorrow.

    Yu Qiao wiped away her tears, “Xiao Tian, I’m going out to buy some things, you rest.”

    Zhou Tianzui nodded in agreement.

    After Yu Qiao left, she looked at her phone, not calling You Ruxu, the guilt and self-blame preventing her from reaching out, afraid to contact her, to send a message, even a single word felt like a betrayal.

    Zhou Tianzui closed her eyes.

    You Ruxu’s call was disconnected by Yu Qiao. Wu Xiulian, waiting downstairs, saw her come out and wheeled her wheelchair over, asking, “Did you send the notebook for verification?”

    “Yes.” You Ruxu said, “I just sent it.”

    Wu Xiulian asked, “Going back to the hospital?”

    You Ruxu, remembering Yu Qiao’s phone call earlier, started to say, “Aunt…”

    “Xu Xu.” Wu Xiulian said, “I’m the one who wronged Dr. Zhou and her mother, not you, don’t take the blame for my mistakes.”

    You Ruxu’s eyes reddened. Wu Xiulian continued, “I contacted your mother before you went on air. Xu Xu, no matter your decision, your father and I will support you.”

    “If you want, we can also issue a public apology.”

    You Ruxu’s heart clenched, she sat in the passenger seat, her hand gripping the seatbelt, her head turned towards the window, her voice low, “Aunt, is my mom angry?”

    Wu Xiulian’s nose tingled. She blinked back tears, took a deep breath, and said, “No.”

    You Ruxu lowered her head.

    She said, “I’ve wronged them.”

    “It’s me who wronged you.”

    You Ruxu looked down at her hands and said, “We decided to do an anonymous interview.”

    Wu Xiulian was silent.

    She had heard it in the news, but hearing it from You Ruxu again, it still felt surreal. She knew it wasn’t just You Ruxu’s decision, but both of theirs.

    You Ruxu had carried this burden of guilt for so many years, and now, she was choosing to continue carrying it, so was Zhou Tianzui.

    Because of this precious and hard-won love.

    Zhou Tianzui truly loved You Ruxu.

    More than they could imagine.

    Wu Xiulian wiped away You Ruxu’s tears, “Don’t cry, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

    She started the car, its headlights cutting through the darkness, the red taillights blinking as they turned onto another street. When they arrived at the hospital, Zhou Tianzui’s ward was crowded, nurses, security guards, and patients in hospital gowns, all holding gifts.

    “Dr. Zhou needs to rest, please come back later.” The nurses patiently tried to disperse the crowd. Two pregnant women handed over their fruit baskets, “Please give these to Dr. Zhou, we wish her a speedy recovery.”

    The nurses barely had time to respond before the women walked away. You Ruxu appeared at the doorway, and the crowd, recognizing her, parted, “It’s that reporter.”

    “Reporter You.” You Ruxu looked over, it was a colleague, who waved at her, then was stopped by a nurse. The crowd made way, and You Ruxu was wheeled into the ward.

    Compared to the commotion outside, the ward was quiet. Zhou Tianzui, lying in bed, looked over, hearing the door open. Seeing You Ruxu, she said, “You’re here.”

    Her voice was hoarse.

    You Ruxu asked, “Where’s Auntie?”

    “She said she was going out to buy something.” Zhou Tianzui said, “Is there still a crowd outside?”

    You Ruxu said, “Yes.”

    After You Ruxu’s report, many media outlets tried to contact her, but the nurses stopped them at the door. The commotion attracted the attention of other patients, and word spread, more people gathering outside, wanting to visit Zhou Tianzui.

    Zhou Tianzui said, “Can I be discharged tomorrow?”

    She was a doctor herself, yet she was asking You Ruxu.

    You Ruxu said, “No, your wound hasn’t healed yet.”

    Just then, the door opened, and Yu Qiao entered, “Why are there so many people outside?”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “Reporters, they want to interview me.”

    There were also other appointments, but Zhou Tianzui had asked the nurses to cancel them.

    Yu Qiao said, “You’re still recovering, don’t bother with the interviews, just tell Xiao Xu what you want to say, she can report on it.” She looked at You Ruxu, her attitude much warmer, “Right, Xiao Xu?”

    You Ruxu nodded: “Yes, Auntie, if you have anything you want to say, you can tell me.”

    “I…” Yu Qiao looked down, a bitter smile on her face. “What else is there to say? It’s been so many years.”

    The damage caused, it couldn’t be undone.

    You Ruxu pursed her lips.

    Yu Qiao said, “And, you don’t have to call me Auntie anymore.” You Ruxu looked up. Yu Qiao smiled at her, “Call me Godmother.”

    You Ruxu’s expression changed slightly.

    Unlike the previous time, when it was Zhou Tianzui’s request, this time, it was Yu Qiao offering.

    It meant she accepted their relationship.

    Such a huge step.

    Something You Ruxu hadn’t even dared to dream of. She looked at Yu Qiao, her throat constricting, noticing how much she seemed to have aged these past few days, the gray strands at her temples more visible now, yet the smile on her face so warm and genuine. You Ruxu quickly looked away, her gaze meeting Zhou Tianzui’s.

    She bit her lip hard, drawing blood, the metallic taste filling her mouth, snapping her back to reality. She looked at Yu Qiao and called out, “Godmother.”