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  • Reincarnated as a Holy Nun, I Refuse to Lose! v2c11

    Volume 2: Witch Kingdom Arc

    Chapter 11: Becoming a Palm-Sized Puppet

    Luo Yuxi stared at the black magic nail piercing her heart, then at Qing’s crazed expression. Her limbs went numb, losing control. She felt the strength drain from her left arm, unable to move it no matter how hard she tried.

    “Now we’re family, eternally beautiful, never to be separated~”

    Luo Yuxi collapsed. Qing flicked her wrist, silver strings wrapping around Luo Yuxi’s joints. With a slight tug, Luo Yuxi stood up like a marionette, her eyes vacant.

    “As a puppet, you won’t feel any pain~”

    Qing caressed Luo Yuxi’s face, even lifting a strand of her pink hair to her nose, inhaling the peach-like scent, a blush creeping onto her face.

    “Perfect, from today onwards, you’ll be the mother, and Qiu will be the older sister~”

    “Yes, Master…”

    Qing tugged on the strings, and Luo Yuxi nodded stiffly, her voice emotionless. However, Luo Yuxi was surprised to find her consciousness intact. She could still think and perceive, just not control her body.

    Why make me the mother? Do I look that old? Does she have some kind of mommy kink?

    Luo Yuxi thought Qing was into roleplaying, but Qing suddenly hugged her, acting like a spoiled child, even making Luo Yuxi pat her head. Luo Yuxi was confused.

    “Mommy, where should we go play~?”

    “Okay, whatever you say…”

    “Mommy, what should we eat~?”

    “Okay, whatever you say…”

    “Mommy…”

    “Okay, whatever you say…”

    No matter what Qing asked, Luo Yuxi only gave emotionless replies. Qing seemed to lose patience and made Luo Yuxi pat her head again, but the puppet’s touch was cold and lifeless. Qing’s eyes became vacant again.

    Just like before, isn’t this the family I’m looking for…?

    “You bastard! What are you doing?!”

    “??”

    As Qing was wondering where to find a new “family,” a shout from the sky caught her attention. Two girls, one with white hair, one with purple, hovered above. Luo Yuxi, although unable to react, was overjoyed.

    I’m saved! I’m saved!!

    The two girls were Yun Keke and Yu Keke, who had come to rescue her. They had asked the Saintess for permission, not expecting her to agree, but she had been surprisingly accommodating. Following Luo Yuxi’s faint scent, they had finally found her.

    “You! What did you do to our weakling big sister?!”

    [Unique Magic: Submersion]

    “!!!”

    Qing’s senses dulled, and she quickly retreated until she was out of range of the magic.

    “You two…”

    “Shut up, dead people don’t talk. I don’t care what your reasons are, but if you hurt her, you won’t leave this place alive!”

    Yun Keke’s domain, filled with starlight, expanded. Yu Keke, no longer timid, her eyes filled with rage, glared at Qing, who realized she was outmatched.

    [Unique Magic: Alice Doll]

    “I won’t let you hurt my family…”

    A green light enveloped Luo Yuxi. She felt her limbs shrinking, her perspective lowering. She didn’t know what was happening, unable to move.

    “What! What did you do to her?!”

    “Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous. It’s just so my dear mommy won’t leave my side…”

    Qing looked at the two witches in the sky. When the magic was complete, Luo Yuxi found herself small enough to be easily picked up. Seeing her reflection in a nearby puddle, she realized she had been turned into a doll.

    “What happened?! Why am I a doll?! No, I want to change back! Change back!!”

    Luo Yuxi struggled, but her body wouldn’t respond. She felt herself being placed somewhere soft and warm, judging by her perspective and the surrounding pressure, Qing had placed her inside her collar.

    “Now I can fight without worrying. Come on, I know you’re strong, but I won’t hand over my family so easily…”

    [Unique Magic: Thousand Strings]

    “You bastard! I’ll not only kill you, but I’ll also strip you naked and throw you into a brothel, letting those women show you true hell!”

    Yun Keke clenched her fists. Facing the countless strings that could easily dismember a person, she slammed her hands down, the ground and the surrounding trees sinking a meter, but Qing remained unharmed, Luo Yuxi still safely tucked away.

    “Damn it…”

    “Little Yun, you attack from the front, I’ll find a chance to rescue big sister…”

    Yu Keke retreated into the shadows. Yun Keke nodded, still fuming. She was a 2nd Order witch, she could easily defeat a 4th Order, but she couldn’t use her full power because of the hostage.

    “If you just—”

    [Unique Magic: Puppet Manipulation]

    Qiu, the puppet, attacked, her blades whirling. Yun Keke dodged, her magic protecting her, but she held back, afraid of accidentally vaporizing the doll.

    A 4th Order should be able to withstand a few hits…

    [Unique Magic: Buri—]

    “Little Yun, wait! You’ll hurt big sister!”

    Yun Keke stopped her magic. Luo Yuxi, seeing Yun Keke struggling against a 4th Order witch, worried.

    She’s holding back because of me. I have to do something…

    Although a doll, Luo Yuxi still wanted to help. She suddenly realized that, perhaps because of her smaller size, she could move slightly. Qing was manipulating the strings, using the entire forest to her advantage, sensing Yu Keke’s movements through the vibrations.

    “Even if these strings can’t hurt you, you can’t sneak attack me. I can sense everything in this forest through the strings… Unique Mag— Ah~!!”

    A strange sensation in her chest distracted Qing. Yun Keke seized the opportunity and punched Qiu away.

    What material is this? So hard…

    Qing didn’t have time to examine her chest, as Yu Keke attacked again from the shadows. Qing barely dodged by using the remaining puppets as shields.

    Could it be… she’s still conscious? How can someone under Puppet Manipulation still be conscious…?

    But she couldn’t afford to think, fighting two 2nd Order witches was impossible. They were only holding back, giving her a chance. Luo Yuxi looked at Qing, surprised by her quick recovery.

    Such a strong reaction? I just rubbed it a little. But I can move now that I’m smaller~

    Luo Yuxi squirmed, looking at the pink cherry-like nipple beside her, a sinister smile appearing on her doll-like face.

    You want to turn me into a puppet? Don’t blame me for being ruthless. I, Luo Yuxi, also have a temper~!

    Luo Yuxi reached out and grabbed the nipple, squeezing it gently. Qing, distracted by the sudden sensation, cried out.

    “Ah!!”

  • Reincarnated as a Holy Nun, I Refuse to Lose! v2c10

    Volume 2: Witch Kingdom Arc

    Chapter 10: I’ll Show You the Power of a Magical Girl

    Luo Yuxi watched as Qing, with a flick of her finger, brought the scattered wooden puppets to life. They twitched and moved like zombies, while Qiu stood behind her like a loyal guard.

    “Strings are enough for these inferior creations. But Qiu is my family, so I gave her a part of my soul~”

    Qing gently caressed Qiu’s cold, hard face. Luo Yuxi looked at the beautiful, human-like puppet. If it weren’t for the stiff joints, she would have mistaken her for a girl with a resting bitch face.

    Having a life-sized doll is quite nice. I should have tried it before crossing over…

    Luo Yuxi, wary of the two, looked for an escape route, but she was surrounded by wooden puppets.

    It’s time to use that…

    Luo Yuxi reluctantly pulled out the heart-shaped transformation device. She had planned to avoid using it unless absolutely necessary, not because of its power, but because there was no going back once she used it.

    “Tran… transform…”

    Luo Yuxi looked at the pink device, her heart filled with reluctance, but she pressed the button. If she didn’t fight back now, she would be turned into a puppet, losing even the chance to be embarrassed.

    “Hmm?”

    Qing looked at Luo Yuxi, confused. She was so weak, yet she had managed to restrain Qing for a moment. Luo Yuxi, after pressing the button, suddenly had a pair of stylish glasses on her face.

    [Magical Girl Intelligent Combat Assistance System at your service.]

    [Magical Girl Transformation activated.]

    [Equipment transferring, please remain still and wait patiently.]

    What the heck, how can I stay still in this situation?!

    As Luo Yuxi complained, Qiu attacked, her blades spinning. Luo Yuxi dodged, a piece of her clothing sliced off.

    That was close, a moment later, and I would have been cut in half…

    “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’ll just cut off your limbs and make you my family~”

    Qing bit her thumb, blood welling up, seemingly unfazed. Luo Yuxi was at a loss. Close combat wasn’t her forte, and fighting a weaponized puppet was suicide.

    Damn it, I can’t win…

    “Just become our family. Don’t worry, I’ll install some nice joints for you~”

    [Equipment transfer complete.]

    Luo Yuxi looked at the approaching Qing, then at the notification on her glasses. With this equipment, she might not win, but she could at least put up a fight. She was tackled to the ground, unable to resist.

    “Let me show you the power of a magical girl!”

    [Equipping Magical Girl Armor.]

    “What is this…?”

    Luo Yuxi spread her arms, expecting her new equipment, but nothing happened. She stood there awkwardly, the atmosphere tense, until a pile of equipment suddenly landed where she had been standing. Luo Yuxi’s face darkened.

    [Ding, equipment transfer complete.]

    [Slight deviation in teleportation coordinates, please equip manually.]

    “Uh…”

    “Is that your trump card? A pile of clothes?”

    “Sort of…”

    Qing looked at her in confusion. Luo Yuxi hadn’t expected the “intelligent” assistance to be so unreliable. Qiu raised her swords, ready to attack, but Luo Yuxi raised her hands.

    “Wait, time out!”

    “What is it?”

    Qing was getting impatient. This weakling was like a persistent insect. Luo Yuxi walked over to the armor and picked up a few pieces.

    “Just… wait a moment, I need to put on my equipment…”

    [Manual equipment instructions activated.]

    [Intelligent management continues to serve you.]

    You’re so intelligent, just shut up…

    After struggling with the instructions, Luo Yuxi finally put on the armor. Qing, showing surprising sportsmanship, waited patiently. As soon as Luo Yuxi was done, she pulled on her strings, and the wooden puppets swarmed Luo Yuxi.

    “Wait! How do I use this thing?!”

    “So troublesome, just become my family…”

    Luo Yuxi backed away from the puppets, then accidentally pressed a button. Two red beams shot out, slicing through the puppets, which collapsed after a moment of silence.

    “What… happened…?”

    Luo Yuxi stared at her hands in disbelief. She had thought the armor was just for defense, but it had such offensive power! Qing looked at the scorched ground and the cleanly severed tree.

    “I take back what I said…”

    “Wait, I didn’t do anything, it activated on its own!”

    [Magical Girl Intelligent Assistance System]

    [High-Level Light Magic: Red Light Blade]

    Luo Yuxi realized the armor allowed her to use witch magic, like an external magic circuit.

    This is powerful, but she doesn’t look happy…

    [Unique Magic: Thousand Strings]

    Countless thin strings filled the forest. Even a passing butterfly was sliced into dozens of pieces, only realizing its fate after flying a short distance before falling apart.

    “I wonder if my strings are sharper than your light. I didn’t want to use this, it’s so messy having to sew you back together~”

    As Qing spoke, Qiu attacked, her blades spinning. Luo Yuxi dodged the strings and Qiu’s attacks, the silver armor showing deep cuts.

    What else can this thing do? Wait, there’s another button…

    Luo Yuxi pressed the button, aiming her hands at Qiu, wondering what kind of magic it was. The last one was light magic, maybe this one was something else.

    “Come on, I’m not afraid of you! I’ll show you—”

    [Magical Girl Transformation Deactivating…]

    Luo Yuxi froze as the armor dissolved into particles, returning to its heart-shaped form.

    Why is the deactivation button on the control panel?!

    “Now, become a doll~!”

    “Wait, wait!! Time out! Let me transform again, just once more!!”

    [Unique Magic: Doll Creation]

    Qing, not giving her a chance, pressed a black nail against Luo Yuxi’s chest. Luo Yuxi felt her limbs go weak, despair filling her.

    “Now, slowly become a doll~”

  • Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c7

    Witch’s Night: Chapter 7 Miss Luo Yan is Watching You (Secretly)

    Although highly regarded by an important figure like Norian, Hua Qingling was actually quite inconspicuous at this banquet.

    Ordinary nobles weren’t like Norian, interested in young talents. To them, Hua Qingling was just an ordinary stranger.

    As for her appearance?

    Except for those with particular preferences, Hua Qingling’s appearance wasn’t particularly outstanding.

    She could be considered beautiful, but to the well-traveled Lannister nobles, especially when it came to women, this kind of beauty was quite common.

    Moreover, this banquet had gathered almost the entire upper class of Lannister, and there were many who were more beautiful than Hua Qingling.

    For example, Miss Chris, who had just greeted Hua Qingling, was highly regarded among the new generation of nobles, both for her appearance and popularity, especially since her family was also prominent and not to be underestimated in the Free Federation.

    But none of this had anything to do with Hua Qingling. She sat bored at a bar counter in the corner of the hall, while Luo Yan next to her was asking the bartender about the origins and stories of various cocktails, eager to try them.

    Although bars, a phenomenon from the Old Era that had only recently re-emerged, were generally looked down upon by the self-proclaimed noble nobles as lacking class, there were still some nobles who liked them.

    To cater to this small group of nobles, a corner of the banquet hall was specifically set aside for a bar counter.

    Moreover, they had specially invited the chief bartender from the most famous bar—the one Luo Yan was currently questioning.

    “Screwdriver… why is it called that?” Luo Yan stared at the golden liquid in the cocktail glass and looked up at the bartender curiously. “If I remember correctly, that should be the name of two tools.”

    “Um… that’s a name from the Old Era… it seems to have been the original inventor’s mixing tool?”

    The bartender stammered, wondering if this person was trying to make things difficult for him.

    The New Era had lost most of the historical records from the Old Era. Most of what had survived was passed down through word of mouth, and there were naturally not many records about cocktail names.

    Even though this bartender specialized in classic Old Era cocktails, even he didn’t know much.

    But the black-haired young man in front of him had a very serious expression, as if he really just wanted to learn about these cocktails.

    But… why was his heart beating faster and faster?

    Whether it was due to embarrassment from being excessively questioned, or some other reason, the relatively young bartender was already blushing.

    His eyes timidly avoided Luo Yan’s direct gaze, but his heart couldn’t help but pound. The gentle voice made him feel slightly intoxicated, but then he was awakened by the terrifying reality.

    Could it be… that he had been bent?

    Just as the bartender was lost in thought, and Luo Yan picked up the cocktail glass to try it, there was quite a commotion from the banquet in the distance.

    “Hmm?”

    The commotion was so loud that Luo Yan and Hua Qingling couldn’t ignore it. Several minor nobles even showed quite undignified excitement, scrambling towards the source of the commotion.

    At this time, the bartender next to them also became excited. He had just been worried about being bent, but now he had completely thrown this inexplicable thought to the back of his mind.

    “It’s, it’s Magistrate Norian! I didn’t expect the rumors of Magistrate Norian attending this banquet to be true!”

    The bartender was elated and even wanted to drop his work and push through the crowd, but he ultimately held back.

    This was the place where the Lannister nobles held their banquets, not a place where a commoner like him could mess around.

    “Norian?”

    Luo Yan hadn’t been paying attention at first, but hearing this name, she put down the glass in her hand and looked towards the center of the banquet hall.

    With her eyesight, she naturally quickly found the thin old man surrounded by a group of nobles, especially with his signature handlebar mustache. It was undoubtedly Norian, who had picked her up from the forest outside the city and brought her back to Lannister.

    “You… don’t know Magistrate Norian?” The bartender was surprised to hear Luo Yan call Norian directly by his name. “Aren’t you a Lannister noble?”

    “No, I’m just a guest who was brought along to see the world.”

    Luo Yan said indifferently, taking a sip of the Screwdriver in her hand.

    Hmm, a bitter taste, not very pleasant.

    “I know him, but I didn’t expect Magis-… Magistrate Norian to be so popular.”

    Even Lin Cheng, who had a very good reputation in Yan City, rarely received such a warm welcome from the commoners upon his appearance.

    Judging from the bartender’s attitude, Norian’s image among the commoners wasn’t just that of Lannister’s Chief Magistrate.

    “That’s because of the Norian Reform a hundred years ago,” Hua Qingling explained before the bartender could answer.

    “That was a reform proposal put forward by Magistrate Norian when he first joined the Council of Elders. The general idea was to give commoners a path to upward mobility. Before that, Lannister’s upper class was completely controlled by the nobles.

    “This reform was naturally met with collective resistance from the nobles, but the Council of Elders rarely unanimously supported Norian’s reform plan.

    “By this time, the conflict between the nobles and the Council of Elders had become irreconcilable, until the Constantine family’s rebellion failed seventy years ago, and the nobles were completely defeated in this political struggle, gradually forming the current structure of Lannister.”

    Before Luo Yan entered Lannister, Norian had proudly introduced the city to her, because it was a mega-city he had single-handedly shaped.

    Although its upper-class nobles were still decadent and corrupt, it had been injected with new vitality and was no longer stagnant.

    “You even understand this?” Luo Yan was a little surprised this time. “Hua Qiling… seems to know nothing about this kind of thing, she can’t even explain the concept of the Free Federation clearly.”

    Luo Yan remembered that when she first arrived in Yan City, Hua Qiling had talked for a long time without explaining these concepts clearly. She did, however, know a lot about unofficial history and gossip.

    “She’s not interested in these things… Although I don’t like them either, I will eventually return to Yan City. I need to learn about how to build Yan City’s future.”

    Hua Qingling smiled reservedly, but from her expression, it was clear that she was quite proud of being able to surprise Luo Yan.

    The bartender nodded in agreement and took a few more glances at Hua Qingling… although mostly to avoid Luo Yan’s eyes.

    “It seems this young lady isn’t a noble either?”

    “I am.”

    Hua Qingling took the cocktail from Luo Yan’s hand and took a small sip.

    She seemed to enjoy this drink, which Luo Yan didn’t like.

    “…”

    The bartender’s expression visibly stiffened.

    “But not a Lannister noble, just a declining branch of a noble family in an insignificant small city-state.”

    Hua Qingling smiled gently. “Don’t mind me, I’m just a country bumpkin in Lannister.”

    Although the Hua family in Yan City was indeed one of the major families, Hua Qiling and Hua Qingling had separated from the Hua family since their parents’ generation.

    Even though both sisters later demonstrated varying degrees of value, and Hua Qingling even had the potential to become a “Destruction” level ability user, a pillar of humanity, they hadn’t planned to return to the Hua family.

    This was a digression, but even so, the bartender still felt a little uncomfortable after hearing Hua Qingling’s words.

    He almost couldn’t help but say some bad things about nobles…

    Before the Norian Reform, the nobles controlled everything in Lannister. Even though it had been a hundred years ago, they were still deeply hated by the commoners.

    Just then, Norian, in the distance, was dealing with the flattering minor nobles who kept approaching him and was becoming impatient.

    Although he was the one who had cut off the era of the nobles’ absolute rule, Lannister was now governed by the Council of Elders. As the Chief Magistrate, Norian was naturally the most powerful person in Lannister.

    The thousand-year-old noble families naturally didn’t care about Norian, as long as he guaranteed not to purge all the nobles and maintained their extravagant lifestyle.

    But these minor nobles, whose families were gradually declining, were eager to climb up Norian’s social ladder, even if it was just to show their faces and leave an impression.

    Norian didn’t hate nobles, and he naturally wouldn’t reject some outstanding young nobles, such as Miss Chris, who had recently been invited.

    But obviously, the minor nobles currently chattering around him weren’t.

    But as Chief Magistrate, Norian had to consider his image and could only suppress his dissatisfaction, perfunctorily responding to the greetings of these minor nobles.

    Just as he was becoming increasingly impatient, he caught sight of Hua Qingling in the corner, sitting gracefully at the bar counter.

    …Don’t doubt Hua Qingling’s public image. She was a perfectly well-mannered and knowledgeable older sister in every aspect except for her height, even though she was a hopelessly sloppy homebody in private.

    “Finally found an opportunity.”

    Norian breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile,

    “Everyone, everyone… please stop for a moment. Although I know you still have many things to discuss with me, I apologize, I have to excuse myself for a while. A very outstanding young lady is waiting for me.”

    After saying that, Norian’s gaze fell on Hua Qingling and he nodded slightly.

    Hua Qingling looked blankly at Norian, who suddenly looked up and nodded at her. She then politely raised her right hand to her left shoulder and slightly bent down, elegantly returning a noble’s greeting.

    This caused quite a stir. Almost all the minor nobles turned their attention to Hua Qingling, and even the bartender next to her was shocked.

    My goodness… unimaginable, what kind of person was this young woman, to actually have an appointment with Magistrate Norian!

    For a moment, the gazes towards Hua Qingling were filled with doubt and envy.

    Almost every young person personally received by Magistrate Norian could rise rapidly within Lannister’s upper echelon.

    Even if they weren’t from the city, gaining Magistrate Norian’s favor meant gaining Lannister’s friendship.

    And this friendship wasn’t to be taken lightly…

    For example, if Yan City had been on good terms with Lannister before, Dawn might not have launched this war.

    Because Lannister could have, without hesitation, used a large-scale Teleportation Array to send a large number of troops, and even Granny Zoya might have helped. The presence of a “Destruction” level ability user was beyond what Dawn could handle.

    Of course, this was just wishful thinking. For Lannister to go to such lengths, the relationship would have to be incredibly close.

    And at this time, Luo Yan opportunely used “Envy” to greatly reduce her presence, letting Hua Qingling enjoy this attention alone.

    Hua Qingling: “…”

    Although she didn’t know why, she felt a strange chill next to her, quite creepy.

    She could only force a smile and nod to the people around her.

    Seeing this, Norian immediately walked through the crowd towards Hua Qingling.

    The minor nobles next to him didn’t continue to crowd around. They were here to make friends with Norian, not to pester him.

    To still stick to him at this time would be foolish.

    But the attention was still there. All kinds of indistinct gazes were cast towards Hua Qingling, sizing up this unfamiliar woman, wondering what aspect of her had attracted Norian’s attention.

    “Sorry, young lady,” Norian said to Hua Qingling with a slight apology as he approached, casually picking up a cocktail glass from the bar counter and mixing himself a drink. “I had to use this method to escape… I’ve caused you some trouble.”

    “It’s alright, Magistrate Norian, I understand.”

    Hua Qingling said with a gentle smile. “On the contrary, I should be grateful for the opportunity to talk to you in this way. I’ve admired you for a long time. It was a pity I didn’t have the chance to talk to you in detail last time we met.”

    “Hahaha… I’ll take that as you not just being polite,” Norian laughed heartily, then looked at the bartender beside the bar counter. “Young man, can you leave for a while? It’s… not convenient for others to be present during our conversation.”

    The bartender next to them was already completely stunned.

    The Chief Magistrate, whom the commoners admired the most, was standing right in front of him, talking and laughing…

    This shock caused the young man’s brain to short-circuit, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

    It wasn’t until Norian looked at him and spoke that the bartender slightly recovered from this dreamlike unreality, stammering,

    “N-, No problem! I’ll leave right away!”

    Before he finished speaking, the bartender fled from the bar counter as if escaping, afraid of delaying Norian’s matters.

    “There’s no need for that,” Norian was a little speechless and shook his head. “I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you, Miss Hua Qingling from Yan City. I hope you’re comfortable in Lannister.”

    “Yes, thank you for your concern, Magistrate. The scenery in Lannister is quite unique,” Hua Qingling replied appropriately. “I like it very much.”

    “Where is… Luo Yan?”

    Norian’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

  • Qin Auntie, Save Me [Rebirth] 71p1

    Chapter 71 p1

    Qin Qianrou glanced at the time, surprised by how late it was. She sat up, extracting herself from Shen Yiqiu’s embrace, maintaining a calm facade, but a slight shyness lingered within her.

    “Are you hungry? I’ll order room service.”

    Shen Yiqiu didn’t want to do anything, didn’t want to go anywhere, she just wanted to be with Qin Qianrou.

    “Whatever you want, Jiejie.”

    Qin Qianrou, as if remembering something, glanced at her, then stood up and went to the bathroom without saying a word.

    Shen Yiqiu’s gaze followed her until the door closed, then she turned back and habitually reached for her phone, only to realize it was still in her coat pocket. She quickly got up to retrieve it from the closet, realizing one side of her body was numb.

    But… she felt so happy.

    She would willingly be Jiejie’s pillow forever.

    As expected, there were many messages, thankfully, nothing urgent.

    Fifteen minutes later, Qin Qianrou emerged from the bathroom, having washed her face, and seeing Shen Yiqiu replying to messages, she didn’t disturb her. She ordered their usual room service, adding a few extra dishes.

    She quietly took Shen Yiqiu’s empty glass and replaced it with a fresh, warm one.

    “The restaurant is a little busy on weekends, it might take a while.”

    Shen Yiqiu looked up at her with a sweet smile. “It’s okay, I’m not hungry.”

    She was content, having already received her fill of hugs and kisses today.

    Qin Qianrou chuckled, looking at her, “If you’re not hungry, then whose stomach was rumbling just now?”

    Shen Yiqiu instinctively touched her stomach, slightly embarrassed. “That was because I was happy.”

    Qin Qianrou raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

    Her expression seemed to say, Let’s see how you explain a rumbling stomach representing happiness.

    Shen Yiqiu, unfazed, explained earnestly, “I just gained a girlfriend, my entire being is overjoyed, it’s a cause for universal celebration.”

    Qin Qianrou, unable to correct her misuse of the idiom “普天同庆” (pǔ tiān tóng qìng), which means “the whole world celebrates together,” usually used for major national events or celebrations, was amused and chuckled.

    “So easily satisfied?”

    Shen Yiqiu put down her phone, walked over, wrapped her arms around Qin Qianrou’s waist, and looked at her.

    “Not easily satisfied, I just acquired the best thing in the world.”

    Perhaps it was the change in their relationship, but Qin Qianrou found this illogical and nonsensical statement surprisingly endearing. Instead of rolling her eyes, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

    She gently pinched Shen Yiqiu’s earlobe. “I need to catch up on some work.”

    Shen Yiqiu nuzzled her cheek against Qin Qianrou’s before letting go and returning to her messages.

    Qin Qianrou’s phone was on her desk. She picked it up and saw numerous messages and missed calls. She quickly dealt with the important ones, leaving the rest for later.

    Li Wan’s call came two minutes later. Qin Qianrou guessed what she wanted to know, sighing helplessly, but still answered the phone.

    “Qianrou…” The deliberately drawn-out tone revealed Li Wan’s current expression.

    “Mm.”

    “So, any news to share?”

    Qin Qianrou glanced at Shen Yiqiu, who was looking down at her phone.

    She leaned against her desk, resting her elbow on it, supporting her chin.

    “You’re the one who works at the station, and you’re asking me for news?”

    Li Wan’s barely suppressed laughter made Qin Qianrou want to feign ignorance, So inconsiderate!

    “Don’t be shy, we’re practically sisters, no need to be embarrassed about getting a girlfriend.”

    The term “girlfriend,” when she had used it with Shen Yiqiu earlier, hadn’t felt so… significant.

    Now, hearing it from someone else, it gave Qin Qianrou a different feeling. A little surreal, a little unbelievable, a constant reminder of her new status.

    “Qianrou, are you unhappy?” Li Wan’s voice dropped slightly. “Don’t be so stingy, I never hide anything from you, I just wanted to share your joy.”

    Her voice lacked conviction towards the end, less a complaint, more an explanation.

    Qin Qianrou, snapping back to reality, chuckled softly. “Yes, I have a girlfriend, I forgot to tell you, sorry.”

    It was Li Wan’s turn to be surprised. She was silent for a few seconds, almost a full minute.

    She knew Shen Yiqiu had gone to Hai City to see Qin Qianrou this weekend. Shen Yiqiu had asked her to keep it a secret, wanting to surprise Jiejie, and Li Wan had been pleased, thinking this child was finally making a move.

    She had called to ask if they had met, intending to offer some encouragement and support, her earlier words just wishful thinking, a joke.

    She hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

    “Qianrou, are you serious? You really…?” She paused, then rephrased her question. “You and Shen Yiqiu are together?”

    Qin Qianrou felt a slight shyness, recalling the afternoon’s passionate kiss and the sweet intimacy just now, and she no longer denied it.

    Her voice, even she hadn’t realized, was filled with tenderness. “Yes, we’re together.”

    Li Wan was her longtime friend, such good news should naturally be shared with her. Qin Qianrou hadn’t intended to keep it a secret, but she hadn’t exactly made a grand announcement either.

    Li Wan, however, was ecstatic, even more so than Qin Qianrou. “Oh my god, this surprise will take me three days to process!”

    After a moment, Li Wan calmed down slightly. “This is wonderful.”

    Such a thing, to others, might be troublesome, but for Qin Qianrou, it was a good thing.

    Li Wan was truly happy for her.

    “Thank you.” Qin Qianrou, lacking experience, could only think of these two words in response to her friend’s congratulations.

    But her sincerity was evident.

    “What about you? How have you been lately?”

    Li Wan sighed softly, “Compared to your rocket speed, I’m lagging far behind. The station’s restructuring officially began last week. She’s incredibly busy, even busier than before.”

    The “she” she referred to was, of course, Lin Shuangzhi.

    “Restructuring is a big deal, it can’t be helped.”

    Although Qin Qianrou wasn’t at the station, she was still aware of the major personnel and departmental changes. It was said that higher management had been wanting to restructure the television station for a while, and they were using the current station director’s retirement as an opportunity for a complete overhaul.

    After all, having someone about to retire handle the unpleasant task of restructuring was the best option.

    “Of course I understand, but I still feel bad for her. You have no idea, sometimes when I go to her office to get her signature, the smell of stale instant noodles is overwhelming, it’s awful.”

    Li Wan’s voice was filled with heartache.

    Perhaps it was because she had fallen for her that she couldn’t bear to see her suffer even slightly.

    “Why don’t you work overtime with her, order takeout together?”

    Li Wan sighed helplessly. “I do, most of the time, but she works too much, almost every day. No matter how much I want to be with her, I also have to spend time with my parents.”

    Saying this, Li Wan finally realized the teasing tone in Qin Qianrou’s voice.

    “Oh, Qianrou, you’re making fun of me!”

    So, having a girlfriend makes you feel superior now? Allows you to tease me?

    Li Wan thought indignantly, then realized the answer was yes.

    Having a girlfriend did make you feel superior, it was indeed something to be proud of.

    Okay, she had lost the first round.

    “I’m genuinely worried about her health, she’s a woman, why push herself so hard, harder than even those old men?”

    Li Wan considered herself and Qin Qianrou to be hardworking, but compared to Lin Shuangzhi, they were amateurs. Lin Shuangzhi wasn’t just hardworking, she was practically working herself to death.

    “The team leader is just trying her best to protect our team, after all, with such a major restructuring, no one can completely avoid being affected.”

    Although Lin Shuangzhi hadn’t mentioned it, both Li Wan and Qin Qianrou knew there were many people at the station who weren’t fond of their team. There was admiration, there was respect, and naturally, there was also jealousy, suspicion, and even resentment.

    Their team always tackled the most challenging stories, which was good for ratings, but it also meant facing greater resistance and affecting more people’s interests than other programs.

    It was understandable that some people wanted to use this restructuring as an opportunity to get rid of them.

    “Shouldering such immense pressure alone, it’s heartbreaking. I’ve hinted several times that I can help share the burden, but she won’t say a word, it’s infuriating.”

    What frustrated her even more was that, just when she thought they had made some progress, Lin Shuangzhi, since last week, had reverted to her workaholic ways. Forget about after-work drinks, even suggesting she have some milk tea during overtime seemed to annoy her.

    Li Wan even wondered if the person who had initiated their date last week had truly been Lin Shuangzhi, or some alternate personality.

    Qin Qianrou, hearing a movement behind her, turned around and saw Shen Yiqiu had put down her phone and was looking at her, a glass of water in her hand.

    Seeing Qin Qianrou turn around, she smiled.

    A bright, heart-fluttering smile.

    “Qianrou, were you even listening to me?”

    Li Wan was filled with unexpressed frustrations, having to force a smile and deal with her parents when she got home. Although Zhuo Cheng hadn’t appeared at her home recently, that didn’t mean her parents had stopped their matchmaking efforts.

    They still subtly inquired, every few days, if she had met anyone suitable.

    Li Wan was so annoyed she almost blurted out that the person she liked was her superior, Lin Shuangzhi, but rationality told her that if she did, it wouldn’t just be her who would suffer the consequences.

    She couldn’t implicate the team leader, Lin Shuangzhi didn’t even know about her feelings.

    Qin Qianrou sighed helplessly, “Xiao Wan, it’s your own choice, isn’t it?”

    Li Wan’s anger instantly deflated.

    After a few seconds, she conceded weakly, “You’re right, it’s my own choice, I’ll endure it, no matter what.”

    “Alright, I won’t disturb your lovey-dovey weekend reunion.” Li Wan, having expressed her concern for her friend and vented her frustrations, felt much better.

    Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly remembered something. “Do you have… protection in your room?”

    “Protection? For what?”

     

  • Devilish Disciple [Transmigration] 58

    Chapter 58: Severing the Heavenly Gate

    After returning to Mount Chao Yao, Li Yu felt disoriented.

    Perhaps to help her recover, Si Qinglan shielded her from all outside disturbances. No matter the chaos on the mountain, this small courtyard within Qianlizhu remained peaceful.

    Perhaps because of that strange dream, her recovery this time was faster than before.

    As she meditated and cultivated, she felt more connected to this body, more attuned to the flow of spiritual energy within her.

    Seven days later, Si Qinglan sent her back to Chaoxi Pond.

    When she left, Chaoxi Pond was covered in snow. Now, upon returning, the snow had melted, and new buds were sprouting on the trees.

    It felt like a lifetime ago.

    A thin layer of dust covered the furniture in the long-unoccupied house.

    Before Li Yu could even comment, Si Qinglan waved her sleeve, dispelling the dust.

    Si Qinglan: “I’ve instructed the disciples to guard this place, but if anyone disturbs your rest, they might not be able to stop them. Send me a butterfly message if you hear anything.”

    Li Yu: “Okay.”

    Si Qinglan: “Disciples will deliver your meals every day.”

    Li Yu: “Mm.”

    Si Qinglan: “If you feel unwell, you…”

    Li Yu couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s no need to be so worried.”

    Si Qinglan was momentarily speechless, then frowned and said loudly, “So you think I’m nagging now? Fine, I’m busy anyway; I don’t have time to worry about whether you live or die!”

    Li Yu opened her mouth to explain, but Si Qinglan turned and said curtly, “I’m leaving!”

    She transformed into a green light and disappeared.

    Li Yu sighed, entered the familiar room, and looked around, her gaze finally settling on the ice flower by the window.

    She seemed to hear Mu Tao’s voice.

    Sweet, cheerful, clinging to her side.

    But the room was empty.

    After a moment of silence, Li Yu looked away and lay down on the bed, exhausted.

    The following days were peaceful, filled with eating, sleeping, and cultivating, without any disturbances.

    Despite claiming she didn’t have time to worry about her, Si Qinglan still visited occasionally, bringing medicinal herbs and elixirs, chatting with her to ease her boredom.

    It reminded Li Yu of when she first arrived in this world.

    Sometimes, she felt this peaceful life was how it should be, but most of the time, she felt like something was missing.

    This feeling drove her to cultivate diligently.

    Because whenever she stopped, she couldn’t help but think about what was missing.

    Those thoughts darkened her mood, making her feel restless, the only remedy being constant activity.

    She couldn’t describe the feeling, just a heavy weight in her chest whenever she relaxed, making it difficult to eat or sleep.

    This restlessness even made her consider something absurd.

    Was she really supposed to wait here for three years, until Mu Tao became the Demon Lord and attacked Mount Chao Yao, to complete the remaining 30% of her mission?

    Couldn’t she just visit Mu Tao in the Demon Realm after recovering a bit?

    Not to interfere, not to reveal herself, just…three years was a long time to wait, doing nothing, her heart filled with anxiety.

    Just a quick check on the protagonist’s progress, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?

    The system’s response was, of course, —Negative.

    【The protagonist has her own path to follow, and so do you.】

    “So, you’re saying there are things I need to do in the human realm while she’s growing stronger in the Demon Realm?”

    【Affirmative.】

    “…”

    Not surprising, work was work; as long as she was alive, the grind continued.

    But besides dealing with the mess she left behind, what else could there be for her in the human realm?

    Li Yu pondered.

    She had already, unknowingly, completed most of the male protagonist’s plot points.

    In the original story, after abandoning the protagonist and returning to Mount Chao Yao to face punishment, what else did he do besides suffering and recovering?

    It seemed he spent three years recuperating.

    And recuperating shouldn’t be considered a main storyline mission.

    Perhaps because the person involved was different, the subsequent events had also changed…

    Those outsiders were currently demanding that she open the Heavenly Gate.

    And they wouldn’t leave until she did.

    Their constant demands and occasional conflicts with the Mount Chao Yao disciples were a problem.

    Someone had to deal with it.

    But as long as they were here, the problems wouldn’t end.

    Cultivators had long lifespans; this could drag on forever.

    So, was the main storyline the system mentioned related to opening the Heavenly Gate?

    The Heavenly Gate wasn’t opened in the original story; the entire story took place in the human and demon realms.

    But the black-robed figure also didn’t exist in the original story.

    This was confirmed by the system.

    Since he was a new character, could she introduce another, equally non-canonical force to counter him?

    Si Qinglan had said that if she opened the Heavenly Gate, and the Heavenly Realm learned about the Demon Bone, she would be punished.

    She wasn’t afraid of punishment. Having almost died already, she was practically fearless.

    But she was curious; when the Heavenly Realm closed its gates, no one besides the original owner was willing to remain in the human realm.

    Now, after four thousand years, if the Gate was reopened, would any celestial being be willing to come down and deal with this mess?

    Even if they did, wouldn’t they also be bound by the laws of heaven?

    Could these celestial beings, having lived in the Heavenly Realm for four thousand years, suddenly face the immense resentment and the restrictions imposed by the laws of heaven, and truly outmaneuver the black-robed figure?

    Regardless, opening the Heavenly Gate would drastically change the story.

    Li Yu paused, considering this.

    She knew her thoughts couldn’t be hidden from the system.

    So, she waited for its reaction.

    After a few seconds of silence, the system didn’t respond, confirming that this path was feasible.

    A drastic change…good. The latter half of the novel was already chaotic anyway. If the world was destined for turmoil, why not accelerate the process?

    Let them fight! Let the Heavenly Realm and the black-robed figure fight!

    She would be the one resting comfortably, watching the chaos unfold from afar!

    Having made her decision, Li Yu summoned Si Qinglan with a butterfly message.

    “The sun hasn’t risen from the west, has it? What’s so important that you’re summoning me?”

    This was Si Qinglan’s first question upon arriving.

    There was curiosity in her eyes and a rare smile on her lips, seemingly pleased by Li Yu seeking her help.

    But Li Yu simply said, “Inform the others that I will open the Heavenly Gate after I recover.”

    “You…” Si Qinglan was speechless. “Wait, you’re actually going to open it?”

    “Mm, didn’t I mention it before?”

    “You had just woken up, your mind was still foggy.” Si Qinglan frowned. “I didn’t think you were serious.”

    “Well, I wasn’t. It was just a casual remark, a bit of a desperate measure.” Li Yu poured herself a cup of tea. “But I’ve thought about it. I can’t give them the explanation they want, and this can’t go on forever.”

    Li Yu brought the teacup to her lips and blew gently on the surface.

    Steam rose, obscuring her eyes. She took a sip, then put down the cup and continued, “The human realm is in chaos, and that black-robed figure is hiding somewhere, plotting something. I’m too weak to stop him. If a celestial being descends from the Heavenly Realm, it would be a good thing.”

    “…”

    “Besides, aren’t those people refusing to leave until they get their way?” Li Yu lowered her voice. “Their constant harassment…it’s tiring for you.”

    “I was just complaining; I can handle it.”

    “I know you can, but there’s no need to endure this.” Li Yu looked at Si Qinglan and smiled faintly. “I’m the only one who can open that Gate anyway. It’s my decision. Instead of exhausting yourself dealing with them, just agree and appease them.”

    “Appeasing them by giving them what they want? They’ll just demand more!” Si Qinglan rolled her eyes.

    Li Yu: “I said, it’s my decision whether to open it or not. You just agree for now, and if anyone bothers you again, don’t hold back, just tell them off.”

    Si Qinglan: “And what should I say?”

    Li Yu thought for a moment, cleared her throat, and imitated Si Qinglan’s sarcastic tone, “Why are you so impatient? Is opening the Heavenly Gate such a simple task? Cangming Revered One hasn’t even recovered yet!”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    Li Yu continued, “Speaking of her injuries, you contributed to them, didn’t you? You’re so capable, why not open the Heavenly Gate yourself instead of waiting for her to recover?”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    “If you say it like that, anyone with a shred of decency will stop pestering you.” Li Yu smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Then you won’t have to listen to their constant nagging.”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    Li Yu took a sip of tea and, seeing the confused look on Si Qinglan’s face, asked, “What? Is there something wrong with that?”

    Si Qinglan looked at her thoughtfully. “Is that…how I usually talk?”

    Li Yu: “Isn’t it?”

    Si Qinglan: “It is, but…why does it sound so strange coming from you?”

    Li Yu tilted her head innocently and shrugged.

    Si Qinglan fell silent, staring at the steam rising from her teacup.

    After a long moment, she said softly, “Releasing the Demon Bone isn’t a small matter, you will be punished, severely punished.”

    Li Yu: “I dared to sever the Harmony Bells, what punishment could I possibly fear?”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    Li Yu: “I should also bear some responsibility; I can’t just cause trouble for Mount Chao Yao.”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    Li Yu: “After all, I’m the head of the Three Revered Ones.”

    Si Qinglan: “…”

    Li Yu: “You’re usually more talkative than this.”

    Si Qinglan: “You’re usually less talkative than this.”

    Li Yu couldn’t help but chuckle.

    Si Qinglan sighed, poured herself another cup of tea, and drank it all in one go.

    Her expression was like someone drowning their sorrows in alcohol.

    But it wasn’t alcohol, and Li Yu had never seen Si Qinglan drink.

    Her sorrow was real.

    After a brief silence, Si Qinglan finally spoke, “You can’t take it back, have you thought this through?”

    Li Yu: “Mm.”

    Si Qinglan clenched her teacup, seemingly suppressing her worry, and said softly, “Alright then.”

    Those two words were filled with reluctance.

    Soon after Si Qinglan left, news of the impending opening of the Heavenly Gate spread throughout Mount Chao Yao.

    This news excited everyone.

    The Heavenly Gate had been closed for over four thousand years, countless cultivators yearning for the Heavenly Realm, yet there was no path.

    In the past, no one would dare force the only remaining god in the human realm to open the Gate.

    But now, armed with the righteous cause of protecting the world, they could point their fingers at the god who had committed a grave sin.

    Perhaps some genuinely wanted her to be punished, but others simply wanted the opportunity to go to the Heavenly Realm.

    Celestial immortals and terrestrial immortals had vastly different statuses.

    Celestial immortals resided in the Heavenly Realm, a place rich in spiritual energy, far from worldly concerns, with the hope of ascending to godhood.

    Terrestrial immortals, although achieving longevity, were still bound to the mortal realm, their progress hindered.

    Before the Heavenly Gate closed, those who achieved immortality in the human realm could ascend during their Heavenly Tribulation, passing through the Gate, catching a glimpse of the Heavenly Dao.

    If they were recognized by the Heavenly Dao, they could stay in the Heavenly Realm and become celestial immortals.

    If not, they would return to the human realm as terrestrial immortals, with no loss.

    This was why achieving immortality was referred to as “ascending to the Heavenly Gate.”

    For four thousand years, no one who achieved immortality in the human realm had ascended.

    It was hard to believe that none of them desired to glimpse the Heavenly Dao.

    Now, with the Heavenly Gate about to open, this was their chance.

    Even if they had to return to the human realm eventually, that single glimpse would be enough to fulfill their lifelong yearning.

    Li Yu’s assumption was correct. Since agreeing to open the Heavenly Gate, Si Qinglan hadn’t been bothered as much.

    Initially, there were still some who urged her, but when she made it clear that she wouldn’t be pressured, they all became more polite.

    Si Qinglan scoffed, “A bunch of bullies, preying on the weak.”

    She slammed the table. “I’ve finally understood, being nice to them is useless. You take one step back, and they’ll take two. You take two steps back, and they’ll shit on your head!”

    “That’s how it is,” Li Yu said calmly, resting her chin on her hand. “If I wasn’t injured, they wouldn’t dare speak so loudly.”

    “And if Weisheng was awake, those who haven’t even ascended to the Heavenly Gate wouldn’t dare point fingers at us.”

    Li Yu suddenly became curious. “Have you ascended?”

    Si Qinglan: “Of course, when I became an immortal, the Heavenly Realm hadn’t closed its gates yet, and Heavenly Gates were everywhere.”

    Li Yu: “But the Heavenly Dao deemed you a terrestrial immortal?”

    “What?! Is that all you think I’m capable of?” Si Qinglan frowned, then said loudly, “The Heavenly Dao allowed me to stay, but after looking around, I couldn’t find the person I was looking for, so I returned to the human realm to continue my search!”

    The person she was looking for, that ancient god who bestowed a sliver of divine power on her, allowing her to take human form?

    The original story only mentioned that Si Qinglan traveled the human realm for millennia, unable to find any information about that ancient god, then returned to the island and founded Mount Chao Yao.

    She had even given up the opportunity to stay in the Heavenly Realm to find this god.

    Li Yu couldn’t help but sigh. “You’re quite persistent.”

    “Persistent? I think it’s normal.” Si Qinglan’s voice was soft, a thoughtful look on her face. “I didn’t find him, so I stopped looking.”

    Li Yu: “…”

    She seemed to have touched a nerve.

    Si Qinglan: “Actually, I did hear about her later.”

    Li Yu: “What did you hear?”

    Si Qinglan lowered her gaze and muttered, “…Not telling.”

    Li Yu: “…”

    Now she was being secretive.

    Si Qinglan: “By the way, how are your injuries?”

    The abrupt change of topic…

    Fine, she’d play along.

    Li Yu: “They’re alright.”

    Si Qinglan: “What do you mean, ‘alright’?”

    Li Yu: “…”

    Si Qinglan: “Can you be more specific?”

    Li Yu thought for a moment. “Not good, not bad… Better than when I left Mount Chao Yao with Mu Tao.”

    Si Qinglan: “Still sounds pretty bad.”

    Li Yu: “Indeed.”

    Si Qinglan: “Get some more rest, I won’t disturb you any longer.”

    Li Yu: “Mm.”

    The pale green light disappeared, leaving Li Yu alone.

    She looked at the ice flower by the window, her gaze unfocused.

    In the blink of an eye, early spring passed, and warmth returned to Mount Chao Yao.

    The visiting immortals were no longer discussing the Upper Spirit Lamp’s fate, just waiting for the Heavenly Gate to open and the celestial being to arrive with an answer.

    They were impatient, although not daring to urge her directly, diligently setting up a spiritual energy amplification formation near the Heavenly Gate.

    They were cautious, they hesitated.

    They hinted, they implied!

    To hasten the opening of the Heavenly Gate, they demonstrated their sincerity through actions!

    “Has Cangming Revered One seen the formation?”

    “If Cangming Revered One lacks spiritual energy, we are willing to assist with the formation!”

    Cangming Revered One, confined to her residence, hadn’t seen it, but her colleagues had.

    Si Qinglan scoffed, “So eager, as if they’re rushing to reincarnate.”

    With the formation already in place, if she still refused, their politeness and patience would soon wear thin.

    The outsiders were impatient, and Li Yu didn’t intend to delay much longer.

    Opening the Heavenly Gate was something she wanted to do.

    With their assistance, saving her some effort, there was no reason to refuse.

    So, after nearly two months of seclusion, Cangming Revered One finally appeared before the assembled immortals.

    On the southern shore of Mount Chao Yao, countless people followed her, their gazes fixed on her as she entered the formation.

    Si Qinglan, her brow furrowed, looked at Li Yu with worry.

    The Heavenly Gate, the only passage to the Heavenly Realm from the human realm, was said to be located at the horizon, where the sea met the sky.

    Dozens of cultivators stood at designated points, activating the formation.

    Li Yu stood at the center, a sudden nervousness washing over her.

    She wasn’t sure if she could open the Heavenly Gate; she had never done it before.

    She had considered asking for the system’s assistance, but it claimed this was beyond its capabilities; it could only locate the Gate and ensure her spell didn’t miss.

    This response made Li Yu feel both amused and frustrated.

    Fortunately, she vaguely remembered how to open the Gate, perhaps from that dream where she met the original owner.

    As the formation activated, a golden light erupted, and a surge of spiritual energy enveloped her.

    Li Yu took a deep breath and, relying on her hazy memory, instinctively formed a complex hand seal she couldn’t possibly memorize.

    A blue light surged from her palm towards the sky, gradually spreading, covering the heavens.

    The world was bathed in blue.

    At the distant horizon, a brilliant golden light slowly rose.

    It ascended, piercing through the blue clouds, a beam of light illuminating the world.

    Everyone stared at that light.

    The last Heavenly Gate connecting the human realm to the Heavenly Realm.

    It was slowly opening.

    Suddenly, snow began to fall.

    Light, white snowflakes, falling out of season.

    As everyone watched in confusion, the snowflakes coalesced into a pure white form, like a guided blade, slashing towards the beam of light!

    A deafening boom echoed, and a massive crack appeared in the blue sky.

    The golden light vanished.

  • The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 70

    Chapter 70: Disciple and Wife

    Tao Ning woke up faster this time, finding herself surrounded by another pile of spent spirit stones.

    520, looking at the grey husks, commented, 【Your master is like a whale in a gacha game, and you’re the fragile character that needs constant reviving with premium currency.】

    “How long was I out?” Tao Ning rubbed her temples, the throbbing pain from her earlier exertions now gone.

    520: 【Not long. Just an hour.】

    Tao Ning stood up, putting away the meditation cushion, and walked outside.

    While it should have been bright daylight, the city remained shrouded in a perpetual twilight.

    It would take time for Shadow City to recover.

    Looking at the lingering resentment in the air, thinner than the previous night, she knew what Cen Dianshuang had been doing.

    She saw a figure standing on a nearby rooftop and called out, “Master, we should hire some Buddhist cultivators to chant scriptures here. Seven days and nights should do the trick.”

    Cen Dianshuang, with a graceful leap, landed beside her, her white robes swirling like butterfly wings.

    “Let me see your hand.” She checked Tao Ning’s pulse, then, satisfied, released her wrist.

    “Hiring Buddhist cultivators requires spirit stones.”

    Tao Ning nodded. “Buddha doesn’t save the poor.”

    Cen Dianshuang chuckled, lightly flicking Tao Ning’s forehead. “That’s not quite right.” She looked towards the sky, where a faint, shimmering, pale blue energy radiated outwards from the newly formed Eight Directions Cleansing Formation.

    Tao Ning touched her forehead, her heart softening as she smiled back.

    It wasn’t her imagination. Cen Dianshuang seemed… different since emerging from seclusion. Calmer, gentler, her aura resonating with the world around her.

    The previous Sect Leader’s desperate gamble had paid off.

    Cen Dianshuang felt a hand slip into hers, a warm, reassuring touch, not just a tug on her sleeve. The subtle shift made her pause, but she didn’t pull away, accepting the contact.

    She led Tao Ning away, both looking up at the sky.

    “I used a small Spirit Vein Pearl as the formation’s focal point. Within ten years, Shadow City should recover, its spiritual energy replenished. I’m not skilled in formations. I had to consult my senior sister. It took a while, but it worked.”

    Tao Ning: “A Spirit Vein Pearl is… extravagant. High-grade spirit stones would have been sufficient.”

    A moment of silence, then Cen Dianshuang’s voice, a gentle reprimand. “I didn’t bring many spirit stones. You used them all. Don’t do that again. Give your all in battle, but don’t exhaust yourself completely. It’s dangerous.”

    Tao Ning, slightly embarrassed, scratched her cheek. “Sorry for the trouble, Master.”

    Cen Dianshuang shook her head. “Nothing you do is ever trouble.”

    Just as she spoke, a voice called out from the distance, its owner running towards them. “True Person Cen, the items you requested…”

    Pang Xueting stopped abruptly, her gaze shifting between Cen Dianshuang and Tao Ning, their hands now separating. Her lips twitched.

    “…are placed throughout the city.”

    She smiled politely, her inner thoughts a silent scream. Why am I always the one getting hurt?!

    Cen Dianshuang: “And the children? Have they recovered? Did you find their families?”

    Pang Xueting, remembering the kidnapped children, nodded.

    Cen Dianshuang: “I’ll go check on them.” She needed to see for herself.

    With her most troublesome disciple awake and unharmed, she could finally focus on other matters.

    As she turned to leave, she paused, touching her sleeve, a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something. She shook her head. “If I can’t remember, it must not be important.”

    Back at the Hanshan Sect, Lizhu, staring at her communication jade, waiting for a reply: …Why hasn’t she responded yet?

    Tao Ning, watching Cen Dianshuang leave, saw Pang Xueting looking at her with a strange, almost knowing expression. As their eyes met, Pang Xueting smiled brightly, patting her chest reassuringly.

    Don’t worry, Senior Tao, your secret is safe with me!

    Then, she walked away.

    Tao Ning: …I don’t know what just happened, but I feel like I’ve received a very important promise.

    With everything settled, it was time to leave Shadow City.

    The decaying gates, their bronze hinges creaking, swung shut, sending a shower of dust into the air.

    The disciples were discussing how to transport the rescued children, assuming Elder Cen wouldn’t want to be burdened with them. Her sword didn’t seem designed for passengers.

    Before they could reach a decision, Tao Ning retrieved a small, exquisitely crafted boat from her spatial sleeve.

    A child, pointing at the miniature boat, said, “It’s so tiny! Smaller than my finger!”

    Children, despite their innocence, understood more than they let on. Pang Xueting had explained that without the “scary” woman who had saved them, they would have been devoured by monsters.

    Seeing Tao Ning’s calm, composed demeanor, they felt less intimidated, even daring to approach her.

    Cen Dianshuang, arriving, also saw the miniature boat. “A spirit boat? Where did you get that?”

    Tao Ning: “A little something I made while waiting for you, Master. I thought we could use it to travel the Radiant Realm together. For… transportation and… relaxation.”

    A little something? Cen Dianshuang, while not an expert refiner, had learned a thing or two from her Senior Sister Qianlian. The boat was clearly a high-quality artifact, its craftsmanship intricate and precise.

    Pang Xueting was speechless.

    While the others didn’t understand the implication, she did. She even prepared a spirit boat for their travels! Is she incredibly thoughtful, or incredibly reckless?

    The child repeated, “Is that a boat? It’s so small!”

    Tao Ning tossed the boat in the air, then, with a flick of her wrist, sent a wave of spiritual energy towards it.

    The small boat expanded rapidly, its shadow falling over the city, hovering above them before slowly descending, landing just outside the city walls.

    The onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with wonder.

    While some of the Heavenly Heart Sect disciples, from wealthy families, had seen high-level artifacts before, a spirit boat like this, resembling a miniature palace, complete with a spirit gathering formation for cultivation, was rare and impressive. They eagerly approached, wanting a closer look.

    Tao Ning, the first to board, turned and offered her hand to Cen Dianshuang. “Please, Master.”

    Cen Dianshuang, her gaze lingering on the opulent spirit boat, placed her hand in Tao Ning’s.

    Pang Xueting, standing nearby, closed her eyes, her mind reeling.

    The other disciples, each carrying a child, followed, their excitement overriding any lingering questions about the hand-holding or the fact that Tao Ning, a sword and zither cultivator, could also craft such high-level artifacts.

    As the spirit boat soared into the sky, a figure emerged from the shadows within Shadow City, watching their departure.

    It was Er Lan.

    She didn’t understand why Tao Ning, whom she had only met briefly, had attacked her without a word.

    But she knew one thing: she couldn’t return to the Hanshan Sect. Doing so would be a death sentence.

    She sighed inwardly, the loss of her hard-earned position within the sect a bitter pill to swallow, but her own survival, and the Demon Lord’s plans, were more important.

    A gust of wind, and the pink-clad figure vanished into the shadows.

    The Heavenly Heart Sect disciples, initially planning to disembark at a nearby city and return to their sect, now reconsidered. With such luxurious transportation, why rush?

    It’s not… sightseeing… We’re simply escorting these children home.

    That night, the spirit boat sailed through a sea of clouds.

    Most of the children had been returned to their families. Only two remained, their homes further away.

    In the quiet of the night, under the high-hanging moon, a figure moved through the ship’s cabins.

    The excited disciples had declared their intention to cultivate all night, hoping to impress their masters with their progress.

    Pang Xueting, however, quietly closed the door to one of the cabins, muffling the sounds of snoring.

    One by one, she closed the doors, then headed towards the deck, seeking fresh air.

    Another figure was already there: Tao Ning, her back to Pang Xueting, her silhouette familiar.

    Pang Xueting: “…”

    Hesitating for a moment, she decided to return to her room. I’ll enjoy the fresh air later.

    Not now. Not appropriate.

    Tao Ning approached the meditating figure, sitting down on a nearby cushion, her hand resting on her chin as she studied Cen Dianshuang’s profile.

    Cen Dianshuang, sensing her presence, opened her eyes, meeting Tao Ning’s warm gaze.

    “I woke up and you were gone. I missed you, so I came looking for you.”

    Cen Dianshuang’s gaze lingered on Tao Ning’s forehead. “Your… resentment… It’s… fluctuating. Is it… diurnal?”

    Tao Ning leaned closer, the fine hairs on her face visible in the moonlight, her eyes reflecting Cen Dianshuang’s image. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

    Cen Dianshuang, her hands now clasped in Tao Ning’s, glanced down, making no attempt to pull away.

    She shook her head. “Nothing. I’ll explain later.”

    Tao Ning’s initial unease faded, and she raised Cen Dianshuang’s hand, pressing it against her cheek, rubbing gently.

    She had noticed Tao Ning’s fondness for this gesture, and she… didn’t dislike it.

    Tao Ning held Cen Dianshuang’s hand against her face, her eyes lowered, her expression soft and… harmless.

    She nuzzled Cen Dianshuang’s hand, her voice soft. “Master.”

    Cen Dianshuang: “Mmm.”

    Tao Ning repeated, her voice even softer, “Master…”

    Cen Dianshuang understood. She was simply… seeking attention.

    But she still responded, her voice gentle. “I’m here.”

    She allowed herself to be drawn into the moment, the warmth of Tao Ning’s touch a comforting presence. She had never considered simply… being with someone… a source of happiness.

    She had always found such things… tedious, preferring the thrill of sword practice, dismissing romantic entanglements as a waste of time.

    But now, simply being with Tao Ning, talking, sharing a quiet moment, seemed… almost… more enjoyable than practicing her swordsmanship.

    Almost.

    Tao Ning, her lips curving into a smile, her eyes gleaming with a fox-like cunning, whispered, “Cen Dianshuang.”

    Cen Dianshuang’s fingers brushed against Tao Ning’s cheek, her eyes softening. She chuckled softly. “A disciple addressing her master by name. Such disrespect.”

    Tao Ning smiled, repeating the name, “Cen Dianshuang. Cen Dianshuang.”

    As if the name itself was a source of amusement, a newly discovered treasure.

    Cen Dianshuang responded each time, her voice a gentle murmur. “I’m here.”

    Tao Ning, releasing Cen Dianshuang’s hand, leaned closer, her gaze intense. “Cen Dianshuang, I admire you. I… cherish you.”

    Cen Dianshuang, unable to resist, leaned in, their lips meeting, her words a soft, breathless whisper against Tao Ning’s mouth. “I know. I… feel the same.”

    Their lips locked in a long, slow kiss, the empty deck of the spirit boat their private sanctuary.

    Forty years of seclusion, forty years of silence, only her cultivation for company, her wings growing stronger with each passing day.

    Alone in the vast expanse of Thunder God Valley, the silence had been… overwhelming. She had often found herself thinking, If Tao Ning were here, I wouldn’t be so bored.

    A mix of avoidance and longing, a sudden emptiness in her heart as she finally acknowledged her true feelings.

    Love was a feeling, not a logical construct. There were too many reasons, making it impossible to choose a single, definitive explanation.

    But trapped in seclusion, unable to confide in anyone, she had been forced to confront her feelings alone.

    So she had counted the petals on the plum blossom, a distraction from the agonizing pain of her expanding meridians.

    Day and night, she had stared at the vase, memorizing the number of blossoms, their color unchanging, their beauty preserved. When she could maintain her human form, she would gently touch the branch, her fingers tracing its delicate curves.

    If forty years weren’t enough time to understand her own heart, then she had truly lived in vain.

    As they parted, Tao Ning, her gaze lingering on Cen Dianshuang’s lips, leaned in for another quick kiss.

    She seemed to want to say something, but her strength failed her, and she collapsed against Cen Dianshuang, her body enveloped in a warm embrace.

    “…”

    So it’s like this again.

    Cen Dianshuang held her, gently patting her back. “When we return, you’ll need to spend some time in the Ice Cavern, to cleanse yourself of the resentment.”

    Tao Ning’s eyes snapped open. “No, I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you.”

    Cen Dianshuang, startled by her sudden awakening, chuckled softly. “What will you do if you don’t cleanse yourself, and this happens again?”

    Tao Ning rubbed her temples, her voice slightly slurred. “I’ll… I’ll manage.”

    The Wanhun Cauldron, sealed for so long, had been overly enthusiastic upon its release, its power briefly overwhelming Tao Ning, who was no longer at Mahayana.

    It wasn’t serious. Regular meditation would suppress the cauldron’s influence.

    Cen Dianshuang, unaware of the true cause, relaxed, finding the situation slightly amusing.

    Those influenced by resentment often became aggressive and violent. Her disciple, however, had simply become more clingy and prone to dramatic displays of affection.

    She had abandoned all pretense of maintaining a master’s decorum, her behavior emboldened by Cen Dianshuang’s unintentional indulgence.

    Cen Dianshuang shook her head, then sighed. “This isn’t something you can simply ‘manage’… Fine, I won’t say anything more.”

    She kissed Tao Ning’s cheek, her hand resting on her wrist, channeling a cool stream of spiritual energy to help suppress the cauldron’s influence.

    Tao Ning, no longer able to cling to Cen Dianshuang, reluctantly sat up, beginning her meditation.

    Bathed in moonlight, she looked like a jade statue, her face serene as the faint darkness lingering between her eyebrows slowly dissipated.

    Cen Dianshuang, seeing her recover, concluded that her disciple was simply… resilient.

    And…

    She looked at the spirit boat, its intricate design and spacious cabins a testament to Tao Ning’s skill.

    It was far more than a simple “toy.”

    A weight on her lap, and she looked down to see Tao Ning, no longer meditating, but lying down, her head resting on Cen Dianshuang’s thigh.

    Cen Dianshuang gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Tao Ning’s face, her hand captured by her disciple, who, despite her closed eyes, was clearly awake.

    “Can you even breathe with your sleeve covering your face?” Cen Dianshuang chuckled, gently pulling her sleeve away.


    After returning the last two children to their families, Tao Ning chose a spot outside a city near the Heavenly Heart Sect to disembark.

    The disciples, feeling indebted to their saviors, wanted to express their gratitude properly, perhaps even securing a formal thank you from their elders. The immortals’ abrupt departure felt… incomplete.

    “You’re returning to the Heavenly Heart Sect, right?” Tao Ning smiled as they prepared to leave. “I won’t be joining you. Go on. Go home.”

    Disappointed, but understanding, they disembarked.

    Pang Xueting, lingering behind, turned to Tao Ning, her voice firm. “Our paths will cross again, Senior Tao! I’ll defeat my fellow disciples and visit you at the Hanshan Sect during the next competition!”

    Tao Ning remembered the centennial disciple competition, hosted by the Hanshan Sect this year.

    A young disciple’s ambition was admirable. She smiled, waving her hand dismissively. “Alright. I’ll be waiting for you to claim the top spot in the Foundation Establishment division. Your name will be on the Heavenly Pride Ranking. A new generation of prodigies.”

    Pang Xueting, slightly embarrassed by the praise, blushed.

    Before jumping off the boat, she said, “Thank you for your encouragement, Senior Tao. I’ll do my best.”

    As the spirit boat ascended, Pang Xueting led her fellow disciples towards the city.

    Cen Dianshuang emerged from the cabin, joining Tao Ning by the railing, looking down at the small figures below. “Those are the children you saved before joining the Hanshan Sect. Their hearts are pure.”

    Tao Ning: “She told you that? I didn’t go out of my way to save them. I simply… repaid a kindness. They shared their food with me.”

    Cen Dianshuang shook her head. “Actions speak louder than words. And in their hearts, you’re their savior, their guide on the path of cultivation.”

    Returning to their sect, Pang Xueting informed her master of Senior Brother Qiu’s death and the events in Shadow City.

    Before True Person Chang Xiang could question her further, she was summoned by the Sect Leader.

    Pang Xueting was puzzled. Being summoned by the Sect Leader wasn’t unusual, but why would the Sect Leader want to see her?

    Arriving at the meeting hall, she realized she wasn’t the only one summoned. Several elders were also present.

    She was the second to arrive, preceded by Zhuang Shimei, the elder’s son, who looked as confused as she was.

    Once everyone had assembled, the Sect Leader, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, opened them, addressing the group. “Do you know what artifacts were created in Shadow City that day?”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 196

    Chapter 196: Heads Up

    Three days had passed.

    In the Wu Xuan Cave’s main hall, Grand Witch Bi Luo sat on her throne, while Chen Yin, Qingying, Luo Luo, Nan Xiaoxiang, and Lian’er stood before her. The masked man stood apart from the group.

    “Let’s establish the rules,” the Grand Witch began. “Both of you will enter the secret realm with me. You will protect me and retrieve the Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma. Whoever contributes the most and retrieves the Ganoderma first will have their request granted.”

    Chen Yin frowned slightly.

    Obtaining the Ganoderma to cure Ye Ling’er had seemed like a sure thing, but now this masked man had appeared to complicate matters.

    However, he suspected that regardless of who retrieved the Ganoderma, the Grand Witch wouldn’t refuse to help Ling’er.

    So he wasn’t too worried.

    The masked man nodded silently in agreement.

    “The secret realm is located deep within the Yama’s Valley, a forbidden area of the Wu Xuan Cave.”

    The Grand Witch explained, “The Yama’s Valley is one of the most dangerous and toxic places in the world. Be prepared.”

    “If you die from some unknown poison or creature, I won’t bother retrieving your corpses.”

    Luo Luo looked at Chen Yin with concern, but he just patted her head reassuringly.

    “Don’t worry. I’m not afraid of poisons. You just stay here and wait for me, okay?”

    “Okay.” Luo Luo nodded obediently.

    Nan Xiaoxiang, despite having avoided him for days, couldn’t help but say, “The Yama’s Valley is full of dangers, but the most important thing is to avoid touching anything. Many of the poisonous creatures won’t bother you if you don’t provoke them.”

    “Be… careful.”

    Chen Yin grinned at her, and she quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.

    “Enough with the mushy stuff,”

    The Grand Witch said with a sneer. “Are you ready? Follow me.”


    The Yama’s Valley was located deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains.

    It was perpetually shrouded in a dense, impenetrable miasma.

    Dark cliffs surrounded the valley, the air thick with poison, visibility extremely limited.

    The Grand Witch walked confidently at the front, unfazed by the surrounding toxins. Chen Yin followed close behind, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

    The masked man trailed behind them, like a silent ghost.

    “Yama’s Valley… what an ominous name.”

    Chen Yin couldn’t help but comment, “With such dense miasma and poisonous creatures everywhere, how did a child survive here?”

    The Grand Witch stopped and glanced at him.

    “Did Nan Xiaoxiang tell you about the Sacred Child selection process?”

    Chen Yin shrugged, confirming her suspicions.

    “She’s no longer a member of your sect. She has no obligation to keep your secrets.”

    “Even so, revealing sect secrets is punishable by death.” The Grand Witch snorted.

    “I won’t let her die,” Chen Yin said seriously.

    “You’ll protect her?”

    “She’s my friend.”

    The Grand Witch’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curling into a disdainful smirk.

    “Such touching devotion.”

    “You haven’t answered my question yet,” Chen Yin persisted. “How did you survive this place?”

    “It’s nothing.”

    The Grand Witch’s tone was casual, as if she were talking about something trivial. “After being poisoned enough times, you become immune.”

    Chen Yin paused.

    Her tone was just like Nan Xiaoxiang’s.

    But looking at the hostile environment around them, he couldn’t help but frown.

    “That method… has a one in ten thousand chance of survival.”

    “But I survived.”

    The Grand Witch’s gaze was calm and unwavering. “And I’m perfectly fine.”

    “Instead of dwelling on the past, let’s hurry. The entrance to the secret realm is still a long way off.”

    Chen Yin didn’t say anything more.

    With the Grand Witch leading the way, they encountered few attacks.

    But occasionally, a venomous snake would lunge at them from the trees, only to be swatted away by Chen Yin. And to his surprise, the masked man also intervened a few times, killing a poisonous scorpion that had tried to sneak up on him.

    After one such incident, Chen Yin couldn’t help but ask, “We’re competitors, are you sure you want to help me?”

    The masked man just sheathed his sword and said calmly, “It was just a reflex. I hate poisonous insects.”

    Then he continued walking in silence.

    Chen Yin didn’t say anything more and followed them.

    After almost a day of travel, the poisonous creatures became scarce, but the miasma grew denser.

    Finally, the Grand Witch stopped before a shimmering barrier.

    “We’re here.”

    Chen Yin stared at the barrier, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him.

    “This is the secret realm at the heart of the Yama’s Valley – the Poison Nightmare Realm.”

    “Before we enter, I have to warn you,”

    The Grand Witch’s voice turned serious. “The dangers within are far greater than anything you’ve encountered in the Yama’s Valley. Even Grand Clarity Realm cultivators would struggle to survive here.”

    “No one knows what lies inside.”

    “You don’t know?” Chen Yin asked, surprised.

    “The last time anyone entered this realm was centuries ago.”

    The Grand Witch shook her head. “Even the sect’s scriptures offer little information, only vague warnings of deadly perils.”

    “So, once we’re inside, you two are responsible for my safety.”

    Chen Yin nodded, but he was skeptical.

    The Grand Witch was a nascent Grand Clarity Realm expert herself, a powerful cultivator.

    Why would she need his protection?

    But he had made a promise, so he had to play along.

    “Don’t worry, if you’re in danger, just hide behind me.”

    He grinned mischievously. “My arms are always open for you, Grand Witch~”

    The Grand Witch frowned slightly, but didn’t comment. She channeled her spiritual energy and activated the barrier.

    A soft, warm light enveloped them, and the scenery around them blurred.

    This barrier was more powerful than any he had encountered before. Even passing through it felt like an immense pressure was bearing down on him.

    He glanced at the Grand Witch and the masked man, who were also swaying slightly, their bodies struggling to adjust to the pressure.

    But it was only a momentary discomfort.

    As Chen Yin was about to examine their new surroundings, his playful expression vanished.

    While the Grand Witch was still recovering from the barrier’s effects, Chen Yin’s voice rang out, low and urgent:

    “Look out!”

    Before she could react, a strong hand grabbed her and pulled her away.

    A sword light exploded before them.

    “Boom!”

    As the dust and smoke settled, the Grand Witch finally saw what had attacked them.

    …A severed head.

  • After I Abandoned the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 232

    Chapter 232: 

    Afternoon.

    Sunlight pierced through the clouds, falling on the high mountain beside the blood lake of Black Stone Dock. There, clusters of roses bloomed, and the unique Nine Continents’ flying flower butterflies danced among them. The mountain was covered in roses of various colors, making it almost impossible to recognize the sinister and dangerous appearance of the Demon Abyss from a hundred years ago.

    By the rose bushes, a figure lounged lazily in a deck chair woven from green vines, flipping through a woven copy of “Nine Continents Chronicle: After I Abandoned the Demon Lord.” After finishing the last paragraph, she saw the roses crowding around, buds next to petals, curiously peering, not with the ethereal air of flower spirits, but like a pack of prairie dogs, eager to climb onto the reader.

    “And then?”

    The reader pondered for a moment, as if thinking about something. At this moment, a sunflower approached from the side, its large face following the sunlight in the sky.

    But this sky-gazing posture held a different kind of reminiscence. “I know! Then the Demon Lord naturally succeeded in her proposal and lived happily ever after with the Demon Queen. Just like our Master’s grand wedding a hundred years ago, officiated by the Heavenly Dao—”

    “With hundreds of beasts paying homage, hundreds of birds playing music, and cranes carrying gifts from all directions! That wedding was an unprecedented grand occasion in the Nine Continents. Hundreds of sects from the mortal world sent congratulatory gifts, and the Demon Abyss devoted all its resources, decorating Black Stone Dock like a scene of spring. Even the underworld cracked, revealing the ‘Three Lives Stone,’ an innate spiritual artifact, reflecting the images of the wedding couple, eternally engraved upon it. Finally, the Heavenly Dao sent down a knot of unity, inscribing their vows into the three thousand laws of this world, signifying that the power of this grand wedding would last as long as heaven and earth, until their destruction!”

    The little roses let out “wows” of amazement, as if they also wanted to be born a hundred years ago to witness the grand wedding celebrated by all of the nine continents and four seas. They eagerly crowded in front of the vine chair and asked, “Master, Master, is this true?”

    The woman in the vine chair had a more beautiful face than all the roses on the mountain. Now, with her lazy, downcast eyes and gentle smile, if any traveler happened to pass by, they would surely think they had encountered a deity.

    She responded casually, her tone a little perfunctory, “Is it?”

    However, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, as if thinking of someone.

    Just then, a slight sound came from the bottom of the mountain. Her expression suddenly paused. In the blood lake below the cliff, a lotus, originally resting peacefully in the pool, suddenly stretched its leaves and stems, growing rapidly. It instantly rose from the blood lake, reaching hundreds of feet tall, landing by the cliff. Its pink and white petals opened and closed, and a soft voice hurriedly said, “Master, it’s not good! Mistress blew up the kitchen again!”

    The person who was leisurely basking in the sun’s expression immediately changed, and she sat up from the deck chair, her black hair sliding down her shoulders. A fair hand gently pulled at her loose collar, “How could this be? Isn’t she drinking tea with Yama? I remember I prepared pastries for her, did she finish them so quickly?”

    The pink and white lotus petals trembled, and the lotus said softly, “Originally, only Yama was visiting, but who knew that the new Sect Leader of the Hundred Flower Sect, Yan Miaomiao, also came to visit, saying that she wanted to discuss with the Demon Lord about the participation of demon disciples in the next Cultivation Conference. The Heavenly Dao saw that the leaders of the three realms were all gathered here and felt that it was a good opportunity to observe the revision of the rules, so it also appeared—”

    “Everyone started arguing while chatting, and Mistress, wanting to fulfill her duty as a host, saw that there weren’t enough pastries on the table, so she said she would go make some more and let them calm down. Who knew that just half an hour after she went in, the kitchen exploded. Now it’s a mess down there, and tomorrow those gossip tabloids in the Nine Continents will definitely say that our demon race harmed the righteous sect’s leader!”

    After she finished speaking through gritted teeth, she saw the woman in green get up from the deck chair. The lotus was about to carry her to Black Stone Dock, but she saw her tear through space and step in, her figure disappearing, leaving only slight ripples in the air.

    The lotus was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looking towards the rebuilt small house in the center of the blood lake, the current Black Stone Dock. Just as she was about to return to her original form, she was pulled by a rose with its small leaves.

    “How many kitchens has Mistress blown up this month?”

    “The third!”

    “Sister, don’t go join the fun. Every time that Hundred Flower Sect Leader comes, Master and Mistress won’t come to see us for a long time. I’m almost used to it! Sister, you might as well stay here and chat with us about the new popular stories in the Nine Continents!”

    “Yes, yes.”

    The roses chimed in, their voices noisy, and finally reached a consensus, working together to keep the lotus in the blood lake on the mountaintop as a guest, asking her to take over Master’s job and continue telling them stories.

    The lotus transformed into a human form and stepped into the rose bushes. She originally wanted to ask what story, but after seeing the title of the book held by the roses, she was silent for a moment.

    After a while, she helplessly flipped through the book. Seeing the writing style, she knew that the Heavenly Dao had been obsessed with finding inspiration for rules from stories some time ago. In the end, it felt that this way of spreading stories was not bad, so it personally wrote the story of Su Mingxiu and Sui Yihuan, preparing to use this method to inspire future generations to dare to fight against unfair fate.

    Who knew that this story would somehow spread throughout the Nine Continents.

    She flipped through the book and asked these newly sentient junior sisters patiently, “Where did Master leave off earlier?”

    “At the wedding.”

    “No, no, it was clearly when that hateful male protagonist and the cruel Heavenly Dao perished!”

    The roses argued endlessly, but the lotus put the book back and replied helplessly, “Isn’t it already finished?”

    The roses, bumping into each other and shaking off petals, looked up blankly, “Finished?” How could such a good story end so abruptly?

    “How can it be finished?”

    “Yes, the storyteller still has many things to tell.”

    Facing the roses’ questions, the lotus put down the book, thought for a moment, and replied, “What other questions do you have?”

    The yellow rose asked, “Does the Demon Lord in there have the memories of the other person’s multiple reincarnations?”

    “Perhaps.” The lotus replied cautiously.

    She thought about the love between her Master and Mistress, and then changed her words, “She must remember, just like the protagonist in the story, forced to forget everything again and again, but also remembering again and again—the Demon Lord wouldn’t disappoint her.”

    The red rose asked, “That… that Joyful Union Sect disciple who liked Xiao Xingwei, what happened to her later? And that Second Senior Sister from the Hundred Flower Sect who was brought to the Demon Abyss to plant flowers.”

    The red rose was sentimental. When she listened to the story earlier, she always sighed for those infatuated women who misplaced their love, even though these people didn’t have much description.

    The lotus thought for a moment, “That Joyful Union Sect disciple was later scolded by the elders in her sect, realizing that her taste in men needed improvement. After being in seclusion for a long time, she comprehended a heartless cultivation technique and no longer looked at any man in the world. Maybe she’ll become the new Sect Leader of the Joyful Union Sect in the future.”

    “As for that jealous Second Senior Sister, she originally intended to compete for the position of Hundred Flower Sect Leader, but found that she was not as popular as that little junior sister in the sect who didn’t know anything, muddled through the war, somehow had a good relationship with everyone, only loved to eat and drink, and in the end, got the full support of the elders and became the new Sect Leader. After recognizing her position as the eternal second-in-command, she became much more Buddhist and spent her later days planting spiritual herbs in the Hundred Flower Sect.”

    The pink rose, thinking of the many love tokens that appeared in the story, slowly said, “I remember that wooden box given by the merman, the protagonist never opened it. Why is there such a segment in the Demon Lord’s obsession?”

    “About that…”

    “And also, did the Demon Lord ever return to Qiangshan Sect?”

    “The Demon Lord is covered in that terrifying blood curse, can she really promise someone eternity?”

    “Achoo.”

    In front of the small house in Black Stone Dock.

    Sui Yihuan, who was cleaning up the mess, suddenly sneezed. She didn’t know if it was because the spell was lagging, stirring up dust in the room, or if someone was talking about her.

    Su Mingxiu, who casually cast a cleaning spell, looked at her with a smile, her gaze falling on the soot on her nose, as if looking at a stray kitten outside, seemingly licking the cat seriously, but actually not noticing the dirty spots on herself.

    Meeting Su Mingxiu’s gaze, the Demon Lord in black blushed, her pure face like a lychee on a branch in May, just the tip reddening, making one want to peel off its skin and see the sweet white juice inside.

    “I…I saw that there were too many guests, and those few pastries were too inappropriate. But I couldn’t just entertain people with plain steamed buns, so I thought, you’ve also taught me many times, maybe I could try…”

    Her voice became lower and lower because of her guilt, obviously thinking of the consequence of her attempt, which was sacrificing another newly built kitchen.

    The guests had already left, either because they were afraid of Su Mingxiu coming to find trouble with them or for some other reason. Only the two of them remained among the ruins.

    Su Mingxiu walked towards her, reached out and touched her head, and replied with a smile, “It’s fine, you’re just too thin-skinned. Next time they argue here again, let them drink the wind.”

    Amused by her tone, Sui Yihuan also relaxed. After a while, as if thinking of something, she teased, “Your little junior sister was also among them. You’re willing to let her drink the wind?”

    “How can a junior sister be as important as my Dao companion?”

    Su Mingxiu easily pushed the ball back, not falling for it.

    Sui Yihuan couldn’t find fault with her, her eyebrows twitched, and she could only continue to clean up the mess with a spell, changing the subject, “I originally wanted you to make a hot pot tonight. Now, I don’t even know if I can clean up the kitchen tonight. Tomorrow, I have to start changing this blood lake into a hot spring…” She remembered that Su Mingxiu especially liked soaking in hot springs.

    Without the major events of the war between the Nine Continents and the life and death of the demon race, today’s Demon Lord was also frowning over trivial household chores.

    The cultivator in green watched her worry about the soot on the tip of her nose for a long time. After watching enough of her antics, she took her hand, “Then let’s not clean it up.”

    “Hmm?”

    The Demon Lord tilted her head, not understanding what she meant.

    Who knew that the next moment, the other person would tear through space, taking her with her in one step, traveling thousands of miles, “These people are always causing trouble for you, don’t bother serving them anymore. Didn’t you say you wanted to go out and play? Let’s start now. We’ll go north from the Demon Abyss and return to Qiangshan Sect first. It just so happens that the mugwort leaves are growing well this season, and you can have green rice balls again…”

    Sui Yihuan, who could suddenly put aside all her plans and go out, was stunned for a moment. Because she hadn’t prepared anything, she hesitated for a long time, “Wait, let me check my things.”

    “I’ve brought everything. I checked your spatial bag last night. You even brought the broken mermaid pearl in that wooden box, and millions of spirit stones. If you think the Nine Continents aren’t enough fun, just say hello to the Heavenly Dao, and we’ll go to the three thousand small worlds and live a carefree life.” Su Mingxiu coaxed her patiently.

    The Demon Lord, accustomed to shouldering responsibilities, was still thinking about the matters of the Demon Abyss and this place, “But, there are still them and this house…”

    “The disciples have grown up, it’s time for them to share the burden for their masters. I left them a letter. When we return, it will be a brand new Black Stone Dock.”

    Sui Yihuan: “?”

    Thinking of the flowers on the cliff by the blood lake, she suddenly felt sincere sympathy for them.

    But after taking a step, she found herself in the mortal world, facing a “Peony Courtyard.” Seeing the beautiful girls coming and going at the entrance, in a spiritual energy barrier invisible to mortals, another question mark appeared above the Demon Lord’s head.

    “This place…” She turned to look at Su Mingxiu, thinking that this would persuade her to change to a more respectable place.

    Who knew that the cultivator’s eyes would flicker, and she flipped through a “Nine Continents Food Guide” that had appeared in her hand at some point, “The drunken fish here has a unique flavor. After this meal, we can stay the night. We can reminisce about old times.”

    “What old times…”

    Sui Yihuan blushed, wanting to scold this rogue, but Su Mingxiu tapped her nose and leaned in affectionately, calling her, “Disciple is questioning her master?”

    The Demon Lord, suddenly reminded of old memories: “You!”

    “Don’t like being called Master? What do you prefer? Stepmom?”

    “Su Mingxiu!”

    “Sigh, you used to call me Su Su. Is this the difference between before and after marriage?”

    “Rustle…”

    In the Demon Abyss.

    The roses, who had driven the lotus away, were still full of questions, huddled together for warmth in the night. A gust of wind from somewhere blew the storybook from the chair into the flower bushes.

    The red rose bent down, used a leaf to hold the flower, and asked the drowsy yellow rose beside her, “Didn’t Master and Mistress say they were going to make hot pot tonight? Why can’t I smell it yet?”

    “I don’t know.”

    The yellow rose rubbed her bud, and after a while, seeing the book in her hand, she leaned closer mysteriously and asked, “Don’t you think this story, although sweet and touching, is missing something?”

    “What?”

    The awakened pink and white roses also gathered around, “Missing what?”

    “I don’t know—”

    “It should be missing some… indescribable things.”

    “Indescribable? What kind of indescribable things?”

    “I don’t know, let’s ask Master and Mistress tomorrow!”

    —The End—

  • Sickly Girl Doesn’t Die in Zombie Simulator 134

    Chapter 134: Hello, Hello?

    “Is this it?”

    Lin Xiwan leaned closer, confirming the inscription on the stone stele.

    This was where the seed bank was located? It looked just like any other vine-covered area.

    “I don’t think so. It should be further inside,” Lin Jiayao said, her memory of the aerial view not matching their current surroundings.

    This was just a botanical research institute, not the seed bank itself.

    Nearing their destination, they slowed their pace.

    After Lin Jiayao created another vine wheelchair, Lin Xiwan pushed her towards the institute, Huayibai trailing behind them, its eyes wide with curiosity, looking at the surrounding buildings.

    Through the grimy windows, they could see scientific equipment inside, and even a large library.

    But the equipment was either covered in moss and fungus, or pierced by vines, clearly unusable without extensive repairs.

    They continued further into the institute and reached the entrance to a botanical garden.

    Peering through the ticket booth, they saw the garden’s interior.

    The familiar sight of overgrown building-trees and vines, and on the ground, the withered remains of other plants.

    Walking along the perimeter, Lin Xiwan sighed softly.

    “It seems… all the plants in the botanical garden are dead.”

    “Mm…” Lin Jiayao nodded. “They probably couldn’t compete with the mutated building-trees and vines.”

    Except for the building-trees, the vines, and a few types of fungus, most of the other plants had been eliminated.

    This disheartened them slightly.

    It suggested that the seed bank might also have been destroyed.

    But they couldn’t blame the building-trees and vines; it was just a matter of survival, of competing for resources, a natural instinct.

    They continued walking, crossing a street, and then they saw it: a university.

    They didn’t even need to read the name – Kunming Institute of Botany, Chinese Academy of Sciences – the vibrant pink blossoms at the entrance confirmed its location.

    “It’s inside there,” Lin Jiayao said, pointing towards the flower-covered entrance.

    “This…?” Lin Xiwan slowed down, looking at her sister. “Can we even go in?”

    “It’s fine, let’s go,” Lin Jiayao said. She could sense the familiar flow of energy from the Vascular Network; it was safe.

    And even with Bone Spike Lurker activated, she hadn’t detected any movement within.

    Lin Xiwan pushed the wheelchair towards the entrance.

    To their surprise, perhaps because it was on the outskirts of Kun City, the building-trees and vines here were less dense, giving other plants a chance to thrive.

    Although she didn’t recognize most of the flowers, perhaps even new, mutated species, the vibrant colors were a welcome sight.

    They explored the vine-covered university, searching for the seed bank.

    They knew it was somewhere within the university grounds, but not the exact location.

    Nearing their destination, their pace slowed, a comfortable silence between them, neither mentioning their purpose.

    Then they saw it, a building that stood out among the others.

    Although it covered a large area, it was only four stories tall, seemingly unremarkable.

    But it was covered in various plants, some even bearing fruit, the bunches of orange grapes hanging from the vines covering the glass doors particularly noticeable.

    “Are those… grapes?” Lin Xiwan murmured, her gaze fixed on the strange fruit.

    “Maybe…?” Lin Jiayao wasn’t sure either. “Let’s go inside and check. These mutated fruits… we don’t know if they’re poisonous.”

    “Okay.” Even if her sister hadn’t suggested it, Lin Xiwan wouldn’t have eaten anything from outside, no matter how tempting.

    Any fruit that survived in the apocalypse was suspect.

    Carefully avoiding the thorny vines, Lin Xiwan pushed her sister through the entrance.

    Inside, rows of toppled display cases, their glass shattered long ago, the contents scattered and decayed.

    “Are these… it?” Lin Xiwan asked, looking at the small bottles and jars filled with withered seeds, a pang of disappointment.

    Almost all kinds of seeds had been stored here, only a few, nourished by the vines, had sprouted; the rest were dead.

    Shattered glass everywhere, as if the seed bank had been ransacked, not just by nature, but also by humans.

    It was a well-known location; it would have been looted countless times in the past five years.

    She looked up, took a deep breath, and then looked down at her sister.

    Several desiccated corpses in lab coats hung from the vines above, along with others in different attire.

    Many of them clutched intact glass vials, but the seeds inside were blackened, lifeless.

    Lin Xiwan had lost hope; finding edible seeds in this ransacked seed bank seemed impossible.

    But then she noticed her sister’s fingernail tapping rhythmically on the vine armrest of the wheelchair.

    She knew her sister was using her ability and didn’t interrupt.

    Perhaps… her sister could find something the others had missed?

    There were four floors; even if it had been looted before the building-trees and vines took over, there might still be something left.

    Lin Jiayao was using the vibrations from Bone Spike Lurker to map the building’s interior.

    The complex environment and the sound-dampening vines made it difficult; after several attempts, she finally had a rough layout in her mind.

    This is…

    She opened her eyes and looked down at the floor.

    The familiar beige tiles, some cracked and broken, pushed aside by vines and other plants.

    The floor looked normal, but beneath it…

    “Over there, Sister,” she said, pointing.

    “What is it? Did you find something?” Lin Xiwan asked as she pushed the wheelchair in the direction her sister indicated.

    “Yes,” Lin Jiayao nodded. “And it seems… intact.”

    Intact?

    An underground storage area?

    Lin Xiwan quickened her pace, Huayibai hurrying to keep up.

    Following her sister’s directions, she reached an elevator lobby.

    But the elevator was long out of service, its entrance covered in moss. They had to take the stairs.

    The stairwell door was gone, the entire space filled with dangling vines.

    And hanging from the vines… countless desiccated corpses, almost filling the stairwell.

    “Ugh…”

    Even Lin Xiwan, used to the horrors of the apocalypse, found the sight unsettling.

    They would have to crawl over the bodies to descend.

    But the vines… they were connected to the Vascular Network.

    Lin Jiayao touched one of the vines, and the others, as if coming alive, shifted, carrying the corpses upwards and sideways, clearing a path.

    The stairs weren’t wheelchair-accessible, so Lin Xiwan lifted her sister.

    This time, not a princess carry, but facing her, her left arm supporting Lin Jiayao’s bottom, her head resting against Lin Xiwan’s chest.

    “Don’t look if you’re scared,” she said softly, stroking her sister’s head.

    No matter how powerful her sister’s abilities, to Lin Xiwan, she was still her frail little sister, in need of protection.

    Then, she took Huayibai’s hand with her right hand. “Hold onto Sister’s hand if you’re scared.”

    Even she found this corpse-filled stairwell creepy.

    Holding her sister and Huayibai’s hand, Lin Xiwan carefully descended the stairs to the basement level.

    As they descended, the darkness deepened, and Lin Xiwan’s steps faltered.

    The basement below was pitch black. Even her enhanced vision couldn’t penetrate the darkness.

    But before she could ask her sister, she saw the vines below begin to glow, a faint, eerie green light, as if infused with energy.

    Lin Jiayao, using Vascular Network, was channeling energy into the vines.

    Although the green light was unsettling, it illuminated the way.

    Reaching the basement level, they left the stairwell, and the space opened up.

    A large, open area with various rooms: sorting rooms, counting rooms, even an x-ray inspection room. Many doors had their nameplates missing; their original purpose unknown.

    And even more corpses than in the stairwell, the green light making the scene even more gruesome.

    But at the edge of the corridor was a large, open space, a massive, broken wooden door.

    And behind the broken wooden door was a large metal door, a metal plate welded onto it with the words “Main Drying Room.”

    The highest concentration of corpses was here, piled up in front of the metal door. Lin Xiwan had to carefully step over them to reach it.

    The scene unnerved her.

    It seemed they had been fleeing from something, trapped at this last door, unable to open it even in their final moments.

    She tried the handle; the door wouldn’t budge.

    But she knew she could break it down.

    “What’s inside, Yao?” she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper in the green light.

    “A large drying room… and four massive cold storage units, larger than my detection range… each about thirteen meters high,” Lin Jiayao said, lifting her head from her sister’s chest.

    “Four… such large cold storage units?” Lin Xiwan was surprised. She hadn’t expected such a large space down here.

    Although the cold storage units, without power, would no longer be cold, such a large, dry, undisturbed seed vault… there had to be viable seeds remaining.

    Even the vines hadn’t been able to penetrate the sealed doors. Even in their final moments, the researchers hadn’t opened this last door.

    If they could get inside… they could survive on the edible seeds, at least for a while.

    But why hadn’t they opened it? Even outsiders had reached this point; those inside would have had ample opportunity to access the vault.

    They knew better than anyone the purpose of a seed bank.

    It wasn’t for short-term survival, but for the long-term preservation of species, a backup for when plants or animals went extinct, a chance for those genes to flourish again.

    And now… she was about to open this door.

    Hoo…” Lin Xiwan felt the weight of the moment, the potential within. She took a deep breath and clenched her right fist. “Yao, Yibai, cover your ears.”

    She took a glowing vine, wrapped it around her fist, a makeshift green gauntlet.

    Then, holding her breath, she felt her heart pound, blood crystal tendrils extending from her heart and into her right fist.

    “Break!”

    Thump, thump, thump—

    She punched the metal door repeatedly, the vines shattering, sap spraying, reabsorbed by the other vines, each blow leaving a blood-red, glowing dent.

    And a second later, the dents exploded outwards, like precisely placed charges, ripping the door from its hinges, taking a chunk of the wall with it.

    Beyond the dust cloud, a vast, open space, free of vines, like a warehouse.

    Several large doors in the corners, four leading to cold storage units, one to a drying room.

    Lin Xiwan, still carrying her sister, took Huayibai’s hand, and walked towards the nearest cold storage door.

    The door, seemingly unlocked due to the power outage, swung open easily with a gentle push.

    Stepping inside, she saw a sight that made her gasp.

    Even Lin Jiayao, who had seen the layout through Bone Spike Lurker, was impressed by the scale of it.

    Rows upon rows of fifteen-meter-tall blue storage shelves, filled with glass jars and stoppered bottles of seeds.

    The vibrant colors within the jars suggested they were still viable.

    And below, on the floor, tracks for robotic arms – before the apocalypse, this place had been fully automated.

    “So… so many…”

    Lin Xiwan whispered, awestruck.

    This was, after all, Asia’s largest seed bank, funded by a major nation. This scale… wasn’t surprising.

    Huayibai also stared, its eyes wide.

    So… much… yummy food…

    To Huayibai, these were just jars of different flavored snacks. It could almost taste them, its mouth watering.

    Slurp—

    It looked at Mommy, who was pointing towards a section filled with jars of rice, wheat, and fruit tree seeds.

    Quite high up. After confirming the location with her sister, Lin Xiwan put her down, jumped, and carefully climbed the sturdy shelves.

    Reaching the designated shelves, she carefully retrieved a few jars and then returned to the entrance.

    Since she was carrying her sister, she handed the jars to Huayibai.

    “Xiao Yibai, can you hold these? Let’s find a place to stay for the night.”

    Having found the seeds, the location now marked, they could return anytime; Lin Xiwan felt a surge of hope, already imagining their future.

    The only problem was that neither she nor her sister knew how to farm. They would need to find food before they could grow their own.

    And she was hungry now. After finding a place to sleep and storing their belongings, she would take her sister to find something to eat.

    Water was plentiful here, but food… they might have to try their luck inside the building-trees.

    Before leaving, Lin Jiayao had Lin Xiwan stop at the broken entrance.

    After her sister used her vines to carry the corpses and debris, concealing the doorway, making it look like there had never been an entrance there, they left the basement and returned to the ground floor.

    Leaving the seed bank, they walked towards a nearby dormitory building they had seen earlier. They could probably find a clean room to rest there.

    And luckily, since the building-trees and vines here had established themselves early, most of the building’s contents hadn’t been looted.

    Inside the dormitory, however, Lin Xiwan found something unexpected.

    A whole, unopened ham.

    Still in its plastic packaging, seemingly forgotten.

    Although covered in mold, after peeling away the hardened outer layer, the savory scent of the meat filled the air.

    The large ham provided a much-needed, and delicious, meal. After eating their fill, they looked at the seeds, a new worry surfacing.

    Although Lin Jiayao had access to countless memories, none of them had any knowledge of farming.

    She’d even asked Huayibai, but it had also shaken its head; the memories absorbed by the Blood Orb Fungus were fragmented; unless she consumed a large number of people with specific expertise, it was unlikely to be helpful.

    Then, Lin Xiwan had an idea.

    “Should we… ask someone on the radio?” she asked, looking at her sister.

    “The radio?” Lin Jiayao blinked.

    “Yes,” Lin Xiwan nodded. “If the broadcasting station in Kun City is still intact, we can contact someone, maybe even Sister Wanzi in Guangdong. They would definitely know how to farm… oh, wait, no electricity… sigh…”

    Her plan had been simple: announce the Voodoo Cult’s demise and contact Sister Wanzi’s camp.

    If they were still alive, they would surely be willing to share their knowledge of farming. But without electricity…

    “Ask on the radio…” Lin Jiayao murmured, then, “Okay, I’ll try.”

    “Huh?” Lin Xiwan looked at her sister in surprise. “You… have access to a radio station?”

    “Yes, one of Huayibai’s clones is at the Voodoo Cult’s headquarters, it can use their radio.”

    “Oh… wait… the headquarters? It’s… gone? Already?”

    “There are no more B-ranks there. Huayibai could easily take it,” Lin Jiayao said casually.

    “Wow… Xiao Yibai is so powerful,” Lin Xiwan said, glancing at Huayibai, impressed.

    A B-rank’s power was beyond her comprehension. Although not offensively oriented, Huayibai’s ability to create clones and deploy them anywhere was incredibly useful.

    “Then I’ll have Huayibai contact the Qingzhou University camp and see if they’re still there. If they are, we can ask them about farming,” Lin Jiayao said.

    “Okay,” Lin Xiwan nodded.

    They both looked at Huayibai.

    “Yibai, try broadcasting a general call, see if anyone responds.”

    “Okay!” Huayibai nodded and closed its eyes.

    Somewhere, a little girl, kneeling on a chair in a radio station, spoke into a microphone.

    And across southern China, from Donghai City to Guangdong Province, a childish voice echoed from countless radios.

    “Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 279

    Chapter 279: The Imperfect Divine Fetus

    Even Wadsworth, a veteran of countless battles against the Demon Beasts, a man who had slaughtered thousands, had never felt such intense killing intent.

    He carried his own aura of death, a single glare enough to terrify his children and the nobles in his court.

    But even he paled in comparison to Qin Chu.

    What had this man experienced before being summoned to this world?

    Had they truly summoned a Hero, or some kind of Demon King?

    Wadsworth began to doubt the summoning itself.

    “Ange…”

    Finally, Qin Chu spoke:

    “Tell me. Who hurt you?”

    “Was it them?”

    As his gaze swept over Angela and Sharon, the two women felt their blood run cold.

    In his eyes…

    They saw true hell.

    A place far more terrifying than death.

    Finally, they understood the kind of enemy they faced. An oppressive weight, like chains with barbed hooks, bound them tightly.

    The pressure threatened to crush their hearts, death a mere breath away.

    The shock of Qin Chu’s killing intent overshadowed even his anger at being cuckolded. Wadsworth swallowed hard: “Brother Qin…”

    “Don’t be impulsive. We need to get them to talk.”

    Wadsworth, ever pragmatic, prioritized the eradication of the Witch Society above even his personal grievances.

    Given their status, these two women must hold a high rank within the organization. Extracting information from them was crucial.

    Qin Chu’s icy gaze lingered on the women for a long moment before he finally looked away. The pressure lifted, and they gasped for breath like drowning victims finally surfacing.

    Even Wadsworth relaxed as Qin Chu’s killing intent receded.

    “Master, I’m fine.” Even Carol was frightened by Qin Chu’s demeanor, but Angelica felt a warmth spread through her.

    Her master cared for her so deeply. She desired nothing more.

    Wadsworth regained his composure, clapping Qin Chu on the shoulder and glancing at Angelica with envy:

    “Brother Qin, you’re a fortunate man.”

    “Truly, we owe Miss Angelica a great debt. She overheard these bitches’ plot and informed me with Carol. Otherwise, with my temper, I might have lost control after seeing that scene.”

    His envy was genuine. Wadsworth wished his women were as loyal to him as Angelica was to Qin Chu. Instead, he had a collection of… hats.

    Fortunately, few knew of this. If word spread, his reputation as Emperor would be ruined.

    Qin Chu nodded, acknowledging Angelica’s sacrifice.

    This wasn’t as simple as she claimed. “Fine”? Her weakened state told a different story.

    Sharon and Angela’s shock and the words “How is she still alive?” revealed that they had believed Angelica to be dead.

    She had risked her life to obtain this information.

    “I’ll leave the interrogation to you, brother. I’m not very good at it,” Qin Chu said, suppressing his killing intent.

    After all, these women were Wadsworth’s consorts. It wasn’t his place to interrogate them.

    Wadsworth readily agreed, approaching the women and producing a pen and paper from his spatial ring: “Write down everything you know. The names of every Witch Society member… Don’t tell me you know nothing. You know I won’t believe such a foolish lie.”

    “If your answers satisfy me, I’ll grant you a swift death.”

    They had no chance of survival.

    Cuckolding the Emperor was an unforgivable offense.

    They prayed for the Lord of Pleasure’s protection, but received no answer. Facing Wadsworth’s icy gaze, they trembled. As consorts, they knew the horrors of the Empire’s interrogators.

    Even if they bit their tongues off, the interrogators would find a way to make them talk.

    The members of the Blissful Witch Society, while indulging in depravity, were also utterly selfish. They enjoyed the thrill of their transgressions in the name of the Lord of Pleasure, but their faith was likely shallow, and they held no loyalty to each other… at least, not Sharon and Angela.

    Images of torture filled their minds. Suffer unimaginable agony before dying a broken mess, or confess and receive a swift death?

    Angela chose the latter.

    She picked up the pen and began writing, filling the paper with names.

    Desiring only death, she didn’t lie.

    Wadsworth’s hand trembled as he read the list. Two more consorts, and even a princess, were on it!

    His white knuckles and trembling lips betrayed his fury.

    But he remained silent, memorizing the names before destroying the list, suppressing his rage:

    “Is that all?”

    Angela, though unharmed, seemed to have lost all her strength, lying sprawled on the ground with an unnatural smile: “Yes, that’s all we know.”

    “Can you kill me now?”

    She wanted to die quickly, before that being learned of their failure.

    If that being noticed, even death would become a luxury.

    “Answer one last question. Who is this Vice President you mentioned?” Wadsworth asked coldly. Angela had let that slip earlier. Otherwise, neither he nor Qin Chu would have known of her existence.

    Vice President?

    Angela knew she couldn’t hide it. Wadsworth had investigated the Witch Society thoroughly. He already possessed some information.

    After a brief hesitation, she gave up completely. Having betrayed the Society, she might as well go all the way. She hoped Wadsworth would grant her a swift death for her cooperation.

    “The Blissful Witch Society is divided into two branches: one for royalty, nobles, and commoners, and one for the clergy.”

    “The clergy branch is led by the President, but that person is very mysterious. I don’t know their identity or name.”

    “The branch for royalty, nobles, and commoners is led by the Vice President. Her name is… gu…”

    A strange syllable escaped Angela’s lips, as if a keyword had triggered a silencing mechanism.

    Her pupils contracted, as if she had seen something terrifying. Her body trembled violently.

    She opened her mouth to speak, but only a scream escaped.

    Her smooth skin began to bulge, as if countless tiny things were writhing beneath the surface, converging towards her abdomen. Her belly swelled, as if she were… pregnant!

    The sight made even Qin Chu and Wadsworth’s scalps tingle.

    Angela scratched frantically at her hair, pulling out clumps.

    Qin Chu and Wadsworth watched, their expressions grim. They knew Angela was undergoing a bizarre transformation, potentially dangerous, but their confidence and curiosity stayed their hands.

    Her situation was clearly different from the other Witch Society members who had dissolved into puddles. Her higher status meant a different kind of safeguard.

    Her eyes pleaded with Wadsworth to end her suffering, appealing to their years together.

    But neither Wadsworth nor Qin Chu reacted to her pleas.

    They wanted to learn more about the Witch Society.

    The plea in Angela’s eyes turned to disappointment, then despair, then madness.

    She screamed, the last vestiges of sanity fading from her eyes.

    The once elegant and noble consort was now like a wounded animal, writhing on the ground in unnatural positions, slithering like a snake, her body seemingly controlled by some unseen force. She crawled towards Sharon.

    She seemed thirsty, her lips cracked and bleeding.

    Her gaze fixed on the blood flowing from Sharon’s mouth, her tongue darting across her lips as if it were a delectable drink.

    “Kee… kee… gu… gu…”

    Strange sounds escaped her throat.

    Within those bizarre syllables, a few words could be discerned:

    “Divine Fetus!”

    “Not enough… not enough…”

    Hearing those words, Qin Chu and Wadsworth felt a chill run down their spines.

    Looking at Angela’s swelling belly, even a fool could understand their meaning.

    The Blissful Witch Society was even more insane than they had imagined.

    Were their indulgences and depravity meant to create a divine child? Was this the Society’s true goal?

    Were they trying to bring the bloodline of the gods into this world?