Qizi Ch55

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 55

After some negotiations, the military still disagreed with Ying Feng’s direct request to go to the Gene Center. They had no choice but to land Flying Shark at the designated stopover, then the military aircraft would transport the two of them to the destination under complete secrecy, just like last time.

The two arrived at their destination.

This time, Long Yin didn’t make a personal appearance. They were met by a soldier who was very similar to the one they’d seen at the center the last time—the one Ling Xiao suspected to be a robot.

His cold expression made it clear he had no interest in conversing.

On the other hand, Heng He was as friendly as ever when he saw them. Ling Xiao thought he could understand; working every day with such lifeless colleagues must be utterly boring.

“Relax.” Heng He motioned for Ling Xiao to lie down. “The amount of blood drawn today will be more than last time. If you feel discomfort, let me know immediately.” He inserted a needle with a tube into Ling Xiao’s vein, tapped a few times on the equipment, and dark red blood began to flow out through the tube.

Watching his own blood being drained was torturous. To distract himself, Ling Xiao started chatting with Heng He.

“Does the person next to me have a name?”

“According to historical records, his name is Yue Ying, a member of the ancient royal family.”

“Royal family? He’s an ancient?”

“Yes.”

Ling Xiao turned his head in surprise. Apart from being immobile, the man looked as lifelike as anyone else, showing no sign that he was from thousands of years ago.

“Amazing, isn’t it? The Ancient Tianxiu had a highly advanced civilization. Some of their knowledge even surpassed modern times, like this human cryogenic technology that even modern science can’t achieve. Sadly, when a civilization reaches a certain height, it tends to self-destruct. Nobody can explain why, but this seems to be a universal truth across all planets.”

“No wonder you said you want to use him to unlock the core modification privileges. It’s probably a royal privilege, right?”

Ling Xiao then asked, “Can personal data also be modified this way?”

Heng He was puzzled. “What personal data?”

With Ying Feng absent, Ling Xiao whispered, “I think Ying Feng’s code has a bug. Can you help me modify it?”

“A bug?” This was a serious matter, and even Heng He looked concerned. “What bug?”

“He gets irrationally angry and uncontrollable when he can’t find me.”

Heng He couldn’t help but smile. “That’s not a bug; it’s a personality trait. You might have a misunderstanding about our system. We can only upgrade and repair at the population level. Individual data, like abilities, personalities, and appearances, are generated randomly. Even the main system doesn’t have permission to modify. If it was as you said, for some weaker individuals, we could manually adjust data to make them stronger. But reality isn’t that simple.”

“So that’s it.” Ling Xiao was slightly disappointed.

“What you described, when viewed positively, is interpreted as protectiveness, and negatively, as a controlling desire. Either way, it’s a characteristic of a Qizhu. Everyone who becomes a Qizhu exhibits it, though the degree varies from person to person.”

“Would being a Lone Star count as a bug?”

“You know about the Lone Star?” Heng He loved discussing scientific topics. “Simply put, if we are the upgraded version, then the Lone Star is the initial version created due to a system error. With such vast computations, errors are bound to occur once every few hundred years. The Lone Star, compared to us, is like someone who has had their emotional area formatted. Our predecessors tried to fix this problem but found no solution.”

“Formatted emotional area? That sounds a lot like Ying Feng. Are you sure he’s not a Lone Star that slipped through your net?”

Heng He laughed. “He’s way better than a Lone Star. Last time, after you had blood drawn, he looked upset. If he were a Lone Star, even if someone he spent ten years with died in front of him, he wouldn’t even frown.”

Ling Xiao’s voice grew softer. “Are they really that heartless?”

“Yes. A long time ago, before the prohibition on tracking soul reincarnations was issued, researchers did track the Lone Star and found that even after reincarnation, their emotional areas were still lacking. It takes at least three contract exchanges for them to recover like a normal person. Hence the saying, ‘When a Lone Star falls, they’re cold for three lifetimes.'”

After he had spoken for a while, he noticed that Ling Xiao hadn’t reacted. Upon closer inspection, due to excessive blood loss, Ling Xiao was in a semi-comatose state, possibly not having heard anything that was said.

Heng He turned to look at the amount of blood that had been drawn and sighed. This was just the transitional phase. According to the military’s orders, the amount of blood to be drawn a month later must reach two-thirds. If a Tianxiu person lost three-quarters of their blood, they would be in critical condition, and the two numbers were very close.

As soon as the blood reached the set amount, he immediately removed the needle. At this point, Ling Xiao looked pale, breathing weakly, and his overall condition was very poor.

Heng He called in Ying Feng with some trepidation. As expected, when Ying Feng entered, his expression was worse than before. He even glared at Heng He angrily. Even if it was redirected anger, Heng He felt very guilty inside.

“I will apply to my superiors to reduce the blood draw, even if it slows the progress. But you must allow him to recover on his own. Don’t use any medical methods. Any drug could leave residues in the body. The slightest toxicity can be fatal to the test subject.”

Ling Xiao, on the bed, groaned and struggled to open his eyes.

“Is it over?”

“Yes.” Heng He quickly approached. “Rest here for a while before you leave.”

Ling Xiao nodded weakly. No matter how tough he tried to act, he couldn’t get out of bed at the moment. He didn’t want to fall flat on the floor if he tried.

“By the way.” He spoke with a little more strength after a pause. “In two weeks, we’ll be taking the entrance exam for Royal Sky…”

“Royal Sky Military Academy?” Heng He exclaimed joyfully. “Impressive. I wish you success. You want me to avoid that timeframe, right?”

Ling Xiao nodded again.

“No problem,” he began, downloading the Royal Sky school calendar from the internet, then exclaimed, “Ah!”

“What happened?” Ling Xiao struggled to lift his head.

“Today is Royal Sky’s Open Day.”

The Royal Sky Military Academy adopted a fully enclosed management system. It had two open days each year, held on the eve of the entrance exams, to attract candidates and better promote the school culture.

“Ah,” Ling Xiao said eagerly, “I want to go…”

“You’re practically half-dead. Just go back and rest.” Ying Feng refused.

“Yes,” Heng He also advised. “You need rest now.”

“I feel much better. I’ll be fine after resting a while longer.” Ling Xiao didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity.

“No.” Ying Feng was adamant.

“I want to go!”

“I won’t allow it.”

Watching the two confront each other, Heng He regretted bringing it up.

Ling Xiao was frustrated. He realized that direct confrontations with Ying Feng always left him at a disadvantage. Even a beast, after running into a glass wall enough times, would learn to take a different path, let alone an intelligent human.

With that thought, Ling Xiao softened his tone slightly. “Please let me go.”

Given his current weak state, this hint of vulnerability was far more effective than any ordinary person’s plea. In Ying Feng’s eyes, it was almost as if Ling Xiao was saying, “This might be my last wish. Please fulfill it.”

As expected, Ying Feng hesitated, not immediately refusing.

Even Heng He was moved by Ling Xiao’s pitiful appearance. He took off a spatial button from his neck, pressed it, and out popped a stepping board attached to two large wheels and handlebars. Ling Xiao had seen these devices used for transportation at the base.

With another press, the device transformed into a wheeled chair, a thoughtful design for employees to sit and work anytime, anywhere.

“You can borrow this. Just return it next time.”

Ling Xiao’s spirits lifted, and with his primary concern addressed, Ying Feng relented.

“You can only go for two hours.”

“No problem!” Even an hour was fine with Ling Xiao.

After a brief dizzying journey, Ling Xiao transferred to the Flying Shark and arrived at Royal Sky. The shock of reality was even stronger than online. He insisted on walking through the gates, but after just a few steps, he collapsed. Ying Feng quickly pushed him onto the wheelchair in time.

Despite it being only a visit, Ling Xiao was as excited as if he were enrolling. He looked around eagerly, and if not for his physical condition, he might have wanted to run several laps around the campus.

Ying Feng pushed him to the joint combat department, where students had released many S-level simulated creatures and put on a training demonstration for visitors. Unlike the battle robots used by Ling Xiao and others, these creatures realistically mimic real-world beasts. They had a variety of attack moves and were more challenging to deal with.

Due to the spectacle of duo combat, many people had gathered here. Students wearing different primary school uniforms clustered together. Most of them were like Ling Xiao and Ying Feng: mature, but not fully grown, somewhere in between childhood and adulthood.

“Ah!” Suddenly, a redhead noticed them, pointing at Ling Xiao and exclaiming with exaggerated surprise. “So even Tianxiu has disabled people!”

Ling Xiao, realizing he was the subject of the comment, turned puzzledly to Ying Feng. “What does ‘disabled’ mean?”

Dissatisfied with the redhead’s attitude, Ying Feng was about to respond when another person slapped the redhead’s hand away. “Rude.”

Approaching them, Ling Xiao noticed both wore silver-white uniforms with “Lion Hope Academy” badges.

“You look pale,” the man observed, studying Ling Xiao closely. “Are you injured?”

He gripped a crystal in his hand for a moment, which disappeared, leaving a white glow in his palm.

Just as Ying Feng was secretly stunned that the man had mastered abilities taught in higher institutions, he gently placed his palm on Ling Xiao’s forehead. A moment later, he frowned in confusion.

“He’s lost at least half of his blood.” He stood straight and asked Ying Feng. “What happened?”

However, Ling Xiao was even more curious. He marveled at how the man could assess his condition so accurately. “How did you know?”

“My Qizhu is impressive, right?” The redhead popped up again. “He’s the only student in the primary academy who can activate the soul crystal!”

Suppressing his surprise, Ying Feng replied indifferently. “There was a minor incident earlier. He’s fine.”

“I can prescribe something to help him recover faster,” the man offered kindly.

“He can’t take medicines due to his current condition.” Ying Feng paused, then added, “Thank you for your kind offer.”

“That’s fine.” Seeing Ying Feng decline, the man didn’t insist. The redhead chimed in, “You both don’t seem like candidates here. Just visitors, right? We’re preparing to apply to this combined combat department and will soon be students at Royal Sky Academy!”

Ling Xiao’s mouth twitched. The thought of attending the same school as such a person seemed quite unappealing.

Thankfully, his Qizhu stepped in. “Quiet down. Speak less.”

The redhead, heeding his Qizhu’s advice, fell silent. The man then apologized. “Sorry for the disturbance. Please continue your tour.”

Ying Feng nodded, watching the two leave.

“He mentioned ‘Soul Crystal’ earlier? What’s that?” Ling Xiao, not wanting to be mocked for his ignorance, held back until now to ask.

“It’s probably referring to the crystal he had in his hand.”

“The skill activated using mental power, as mentioned by our instructor?” Ling Xiao was amazed at the talents outside Bikong. “I can only move paper balls now, but he’s mastered abilities I don’t have.”

Just as Ying Feng was about to reassure him not to worry, he looked down at Ling Xiao’s pale face. The sparkle in Ling Xiao’s eyes hadn’t dimmed in the slightest. Clearly, the excitement came from encountering a rival. Ying Feng suddenly felt that his concerns about Ling Xiao feeling inferior were somewhat unnecessary.

Though physically weak, Ling Xiao’s spirit was lively. He quickly felt parched, licking his lips for the third time within a minute. If he had an attentive partner, they would have offered him water by now. But clearly, the word “attentive” couldn’t be used to describe Ying Feng, and even referring to him as a “partner” was a stretch.

Unable to move on his own, Ling Xiao had no choice but to turn to Ying Feng for help. “I’m thirsty.”

Ying Feng looked around and spotted a vending machine in a corner. Thinking Ling Xiao would be fine staying put, he left him alone to buy some water.

Upon swiping his card, he reflexively went to select his usual drink but remembered that people in a weakened state shouldn’t consume cold beverages.

Which one should he pick then? This choice stumped Ying Feng.

Just as he was struggling to make a choice, a sudden cry of alarm came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw an S-level simulated creature pouncing fiercely towards Ling Xiao, who was immobile. The military academy students hadn’t anticipated such an event; by the time they thought of rushing to help, it was already too late. Ling Xiao, seated in the wheelchair, was about to be struck by the creature’s sharp claws.

Among the people present, those with quick reactions had already taken a step forward, ready to lend a hand. Some covered their mouths in shock. Just then, a figure—not rushing, not flying—just seemingly ‘refreshed’ right in front of Ling Xiao in full view of everyone, aimed at the S-level creature’s stomach, and kicked it fiercely twice.

After a backflip in the air, the figure landed steadily. The creature that was kicked flew straight towards two students from the junior academy. Seeing the creature flying towards them, they calmly executed a sleek set of moves. The poor little monster lay motionless on the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” A student from the Joint Operations Department ran over to apologize to Ling Xiao and his companion. “When this creature’s health drops to a certain level, it chooses the weakest target to break through and escape. It was our mistake not to stop it in time.”

Ling Xiao, the weakest one on the scene: “…”

“But how did you get here just now? I didn’t see clearly.” Ling Xiao asked Ying Feng. From his perspective, it seemed like Ying Feng had descended from the sky.

“It’s nothing,” Ying Feng nonchalantly replied, hopping over. “What do you want to drink?”

Not far away, two instructors from the Joint Operations Department who had been observing the situation nodded in approval after seeing everyone’s performance.

“That student from Lion Hope can already manipulate the soul crystal. It’s rare among junior academy students.”

“The two students from Chunyang are also good. Their moves are clean and efficient, without any hesitation.”

“But the one that left the biggest impression is from Bikong. To be able to instantly move to the location of his Qizi requires a certain level of emotional connection and mental strength of the Qizhu. It’s surprising that at such a young age, he can master such a difficult skill.”

“This year’s candidates are strong. The results are promising.”

Both instructors nodded in agreement.

After a while, one of them suddenly realized.

“But the Qizi from Bikong has difficulty even standing, right? They probably can’t apply for our department?”

The other showed a look of agreement.

Thinking that such a talented individual might not join them, both instructors fell into deep disappointment.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch55

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 55

Upon the command of the small town’s mayor, the squad behind him immediately approached the players. Almost simultaneously, the seven players acted to hide all the crystal balls on them into their bags.

The bags and system watches were assigned to the players by the system; they all belong to something outside the instance logic, and NPCs would directly ignore them. Thus, even though the clothes the players were wearing were very suspicious, no crystal balls or similar witchcraft items were found on them.

Five minutes later, the players were invited into a very spacious commercial vehicle.

The players sat in three rows, with five men at the back and two women arranged in the front row, each held at gunpoint by two individuals.

In front of these three rows of seats, the mayor sat on a solitary, revolving, high-grade leather chair. Facing all the players, he scrutinized them with a discerning gaze.

“Hello, I’m Ryan.” After a long while, the mayor spoke in a deep and pleasant voice. “Hmm… Although all of you are dressed in witches’ clothing, there are five men, so we can temporarily exclude suspicion. As for the two ladies, sorry, we need to interrogate you separately.”

At this moment, Yin Jiujiu felt utterly drained. She never thought that, having just exploited her female identity to outmaneuver her teammates, she would now find herself in a predicament due to this very identity, along with her enemy, Situ Qing.

If she defended herself now, she would inevitably have to defend Situ Qing as well, but she had no choice.

A feeling of the turning of fortune arose in her heart. Yin Jiujiu frowned and said, “The seven of us are tourists who accidentally entered Beautiful Flower Town. We don’t even know what witches are. We were discovered by them in the town and then taken away. These clothes were also forced on us. We are definitely not witches.”

“Don’t worry. Beautiful Flower Town is a quiet, tranquil, and peace-loving town. As long as it’s confirmed that you are not witches, I will, of course, let you go,” Mayor Ryan said to her and glanced out of the window. “You accidentally entered Beautiful Flower Town? I am sorry you had to see such a dreadful town. Fortunately, we have completed the reconstruction work in the south. What you are about to see… will be a completely new town. I hope this will change your impression of this place.”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian also looked out the window. When they were taken away from the magical town by Sarah and the other witches, he had only glimpsed the new southern town from the edge of the forest and hadn’t seen its full view.

The commercial vehicle was now taking another road—a mountain road not obstructed by any tall trees. Hence, from the high terrain of Weir Mountain, Zhou Qian could clearly see the appearance of the new southern town below the mountain.

This town was very different from his initial imagination. Each house was designed in a fluid shape, saving space and looking very technological; every piece of material used in the buildings there seemed to be extraordinary.

In short, the whole town looked quite upscale. Even from a distance, one could see that it was a town with a very advanced level of technology.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhou Qian looked at both sides of the mountain road.

There were railings on both sides, plastered with signs reading “Warning”, “Research Base”, “Production Base”, “Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out”, and the like.

Seeing this, Zhou Qian couldn’t help recalling his conversation with Eva on the bus. On the way to Weir Mountain, besides showing Eva the diary and receiving a “phone” from her, Zhou Qian had also specifically inquired about Weir Mountain.

He asked Eva, “Is Weir Mountain a famous mountain locally?”

“A long time ago, the town’s electricity all came from Weir Mountain,” Eva said. “There’s a power station there. So… yes, Weir Mountain is famous; the residents of the town have an attachment to it. They worship this mountain.”

“Then… why is there a strawberry field near the power station?” Zhou Qian asked.

Eva said, “The power station—that was a matter of many years ago. Later, with the advent of newer power generation technologies, the power station at Weir Mountain was decommissioned. It once became an open tourist attraction, allowing people to visit and witness this great technology. It was only re-closed last year.”

“In short… many townspeople indeed worship the mayor and also admire the Weir Mountain power station. The mayor is the leader in technology. The townspeople regard him as a godlike figure, believing that he has indeed brought a lot of conveniences to everyone… People like the mayor, like Weir Mountain, so the town has been developing tourism around Weir Mountain, thus the existence of things like strawberry fields.”

Concerning more details, like what technology the power station used, Eva didn’t know.

According to her, many people in the town only knew that the mayor was very smart and powerful and had a background as a scientist. But what field he specialized in and his accomplishments in that field, no one could say.

However, at this point, even though Eva couldn’t provide more information, a very terrifying speculation was slowly forming in Zhou Qian’s mind.

He checked his life points, and the number recorded was “18”.

They hadn’t delayed here for too long, but the value had already sharply decreased by 4 points. It showed that Weir Mountain was indeed a place with substantial problems.

Fortunately, since getting into this luxury commercial vehicle, the countdown on the card had slowed down, almost the same as when they were at the witches’ base. Seeing this, Zhou Qian temporarily put away the card. He didn’t speak all the way, just leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest, and quietly waiting for the commercial vehicle to take them to a new town.

40 minutes later. The players arrived at a place similar to a town hall. The building was built in a circular shape, with semi-transparent material connecting the building to the ground, and from a distance, it seemed like the entire circular building was floating in mid-air, which was quite an awe-inducing sight.

The players, with guns pointed at their heads, had just walked into the hall when the mishap occurred—

Wu Ren, whose one life point card had been cleared and the other card only had “2” left, collapsed unexpectedly. His head hitting the smooth floor made a “bang”, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

There were many working staff coming and going here; they all seriously looked at Wu Ren, who was lying on the ground, exchanging extremely frightened glances with each other.

Mayor Ryan was also quite serious; he raised his hand to call over two subordinates and said in a low tone, “Take him to the isolation treatment room. Have the rest undergo a unified examination. Also… take those two women to the interrogation room to see if they are witches.”

By this time, Yin Jiujiu, Situ Qing, and Zhou Qian had all recovered their strength. Hearing this, Yin Jiujiu immediately clenched her wine gourd, seemingly wanting to resist. She knew her actions had offended all her teammates except Li Buhui.

If she were imprisoned, no one would come to her rescue! On the other side, Situ Qing looked at Zhou Qian, seemingly to see his opinion. Soon she received a message from Zhou Qian through the system. “Eva mentioned before that two witch companions disappeared on Weir Mountain; maybe they are also in the interrogation room. Try to find them and talk to them.”

Seeing this, Situ Qing relaxed the hand holding the bell in her bag. Under the indication of the NPC in soldier uniform, she extended her wrists without any intention to resist, and then she was handcuffed and taken away.

Yin Jiujiu raised her gourd, seemingly wanting to fight. But the soldier shot faster, and something like an electric current quickly hit her wrists.

With both hands powerless, Yin Jiujiu almost clenched her teeth with willpower to hold on, so she didn’t let the weapon gourd fall from her hand, but she indeed couldn’t release her skills and could only breathe angrily.

Before being taken away, Yin Jiujiu, as if thinking of something, turned her head and looked at Zhou Qian with very complicated eyes. Zhou Qian looked at her calmly and mouthed to her, “Now you can only cooperate with Situ Qing.”

The implication was that if she refused to cooperate, Zhou Qian would also refuse to help her. Receiving Zhou Qian’s gaze, Yin Jiujiu glared at him fiercely and was taken away with gritted teeth.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the players.

Situ Qing and Yin Jiujui, one DPS and one tank, were directly taken away for interrogation. Another powerful DPS, Wu Ren, was unconscious and was also taken away.

Those still present were only Zhou Qian, Qi Liuxing, Ke Yuxiao, and Li Buhui, four people.

These four were quickly taken to a place called the “Isolation Testing Room”.

They each stood on a platform, and soon, two people in white protective suits came in, each holding a large sprayer, gesturing to the players to hold their breath and close their eyes before spraying them intensively.

Finally, those two left, and the room’s door was closed, and white gas sprayed from the ceiling, enveloping and washing over the four people. This was repeated three times.

After about ten minutes, the four were asked to change into regular clothes and then were taken to a reception room. A female staff member came over and poured them water, saying that Mayor Ryan would come to talk to them in a while.

This female staff member was wearing a loose dress, and her abdomen was visibly protruding, seemingly pregnant. She politely greeted everyone and was about to leave after placing the kettle down when Zhou Qian stopped her, his gaze unintentionally lingering on her abdomen before meeting her brown eyes. “Excuse me for asking, your child—”

“Oh… just four months,” the staff member smiled, touching her belly, then her eyes became slightly melancholic.

Zhou Qian caught her melancholy immediately. “My sister lost her child in the disaster. I wish she could, like you, move past the grief and have another child with her husband… Maybe it would comfort her. We have to keep moving forward.”

“Your sister’s child also…” The staff member sighed, wiping a tear from her eye. “What a tragedy… which child could survive such an incident…”

“What exactly happened? Who did this…” Zhou Qian pretended to be angry, slamming his fist on the table. “My niece was the most innocent and adorable. I can’t believe…”

“It seems… you are really not their accomplices.” The staff member frowned, anger in her eyes. “It’s certainly the witches’ doing! They keep harming people! We executed several witches last year. The townspeople hate the witches, and the witches hate the townspeople. This is their revenge on the whole town! Luckily…”

She shook her head, saying with relief, “Luckily, Mayor Ryan had planned the town relocation in advance. Although our old home was destroyed, we were able to move into a new one immediately… Haa…”

The suspicions about the mayor were growing.

Zhou Qian’s hand, placed under the table, slightly tightened as he asked the staff member again, “But where do these witches get such great ability? How did they do it? I heard that fireworks were set off on the night of the music festival. Could the emergence of the evil spirits be related to the fireworks? Do you know what’s the deal with those fireworks?”

“Fireworks? I don’t recall fireworks being set off that night…” The staff member recalled. “After the tragedy occurred, we didn’t immediately go up the mountain. The mayor was afraid that something would happen to us, so he let us stay away from the town first. Until… until the mayor let the research institute develop protective gear capable of resisting evil spirits. With the protective gear, he allowed us to act. Later, we, wearing protective gear, went to Mount Weir for an investigation… Indeed, we found fireworks. Those are the fireworks that are set off every year at the Strawberry Festival. But this year’s fireworks weren’t set off, they were still behind the square halfway up the mountain, all sealed in boxes.”

At this point in the conversation, beeping sounds came from the staff member, as if someone was contacting her. Then she nodded to Zhou Qian and the others and quickly left.

The large meeting room was temporarily left with only four players.

“So… what do you all think about the current situation?” The one who asked this was Li Bu Hui.

Zhou Qian raised his eyelids and glanced at him with profound meaning but did not respond immediately.

Realizing something, Li Buhui hastily said, “Is it because of Yin Jiujiu that you have a bad impression of me? Don’t be like that. Well… I had to cling to her to get the chance to enter this instance. Whatever she asks of me, I listen to her. I am just her follower, so I don’t have a choice. I am merely seeking to survive. I haven’t done anything wrong. Now, good… Both of them are locked up. This…”

Zhou Qian withdrew his gaze and didn’t look at Li Bu Hui anymore. He started to examine the conference room.

There was no visible air conditioning unit in the conference room, yet the walls seemed to breathe, providing ample oxygen and maintaining a very constant temperature, making it very comfortable.

Including the door…from inside this room, one couldn’t distinguish where the door was. It was seamless with the walls. It seemed that the technology of this town had indeed reached an advanced stage.

Then Zhou Qian asked, “What do you think about the ‘fireworks’ at the music festival?”

“The tickets for the Strawberry Music Festival had a background of fireworks… but according to the female staff member we spoke to earlier, there were no fireworks that night.” Qi Liuxing said, “But Lily’s diary explicitly mentioned fireworks blooming like shooting stars… Perhaps the root of the tragedy is related to the fireworks.”

Zhou Qian nodded and continued. “On the way to Weir Mountain, I asked Eva; she said there’s an abandoned power station on Weir Mountain. The power station used some advanced technology that brought much convenience to people’s lives. So, it was turned into a tourist attraction but was closed again last year. We can speculate… maybe it reopened this year, perhaps conducting some secret experiments.”

“I think we can make bold assumptions at this time,” Zhou Qian continued. “If the ‘monsterization’ of children’s bodies and the strange transformations of flora and fauna have nothing to do with magical fantasy, then it can only be explained scientifically. For example—‘genetic’ mutation.

“Based on this, we can also speculate what happened in this town. Look… the mayor and the soldiers he brought were all wearing special protective suits. What are those suits protecting against?”

At this moment, Qi Liuxing and Ke Yuxiao almost simultaneously murmured the word, “Radiation.”

“Right. It’s radiation.” Zhou Qian said, “I suspect that the power station is something like a nuclear power plant. Assuming all our deductions are correct, last year this power station was secretly restarted, but for some reason… the mayor didn’t inform the other townspeople.”

“So, the festival proceeded as usual on the day of the music festival. Everyone sang, ate strawberries… and then a nuclear explosion-like accident occurred. The real fireworks that night hadn’t been set off yet. But the reason the children saw ‘beautiful fireworks like shooting stars’ was merely because some reactor at the power station had a problem, leading to an explosion.”

The power station was built at the highest point of the Weir Mountains.

The festival was held on the hillside of one of the mountains.

An explosion occurred at the mountain-top power station, and “flames” rushed from the experimental laboratory at the top of the mountain towards the night sky, creating fireworks, then turning into rain-like ash falling from the sky.

Unsuspecting children on the hillside plaza saw this scene and thought it was this year’s special edition of fireworks, just like shooting stars.

So, the children ran, laughed, played, and made wishes in the radioactive dust…

But they didn’t know, every particle of this dust had strong radioactivity.

The children went home covered in radioactive dust, and the radiation caused genetic mutations in their bodies, altering their appearances over time.

Then, they were seen as “possessed by evil spirits” by the ignorant witches.

Lily must have suffered immensely during her “mutation” due to radiation.

But she was locked up by her ignorant mother, even had her fingers and palm cut off, and eventually died in endless pain.

However, Lily was just one of countless tragedies.

Many children in the town went through similar experiences.

The explosion that night was already a massive accident.

But Zhou Qian knew that the accident was just the beginning of the tragedy.

Faced with such truth, Qi Liuxing felt suffocated.

He clenched his fists tightly for a long time before loosening them and asking Zhou Qian, “Then…what about Lina’s death? Didn’t we leave the study after answering correctly?”

Zhou Qian said, “That’s only the truth in Lina’s cognition. After all, that night in her memory, all the adults went on vacation to the neighboring town, leaving only Lily by her side.”

“Also, do you remember I asked Eva something about what she saw when she returned home in the early morning the next day?”

Qi Liuxing’s eyes widened involuntarily, muttering, “She said Lily was unconscious. She thought, Lily fainted temporarily because her body couldn’t bear the power of the evil spirit…”

“Eva also said, she took the opportunity to anesthetize Lily, cut off her fingers, and decided to summon her daughter’s soul…”

“Correct,” Zhou Qian said. “So, I suppose there’s no need for me to explain what the real truth is.”

Qi Liuxing’s face turned pale. “No need to explain. I understand. I originally wanted to ask… It’s one thing if it’s just one or two people, but why do all witches similar to Eva uniformly believe that their children are murderers possessed by evil spirits…

“Everyone has been manipulated. This is a shocking conspiracy. This is too, too horrifying…”

“Who the hell did these things—!”

Qi Liuxing couldn’t speak the rest of his words.

Because the doors of the conference room opened on their own, and someone came in.

After the person entered, the door, which separated and merged into the wall like water, slid out again in the same manner. The door then blended with the wall, indistinguishable.

It was Mayor Ryan.

This time, he wasn’t wearing goggles or protective gear and was dressed in just a suit.

He had golden hair, and his blue eyes were as mysterious as a lake.

When he sat down facing the four players, he asked with a smile in his eyes, “I am here to ask you some questions. Why were you all at Weir Mountain?”

Everyone was immersed in the shock of facing the brutal truth.

A moment later, Zhou Qian was the first to speak. “We were forcibly taken by the witches. They had us follow them up the mountain to search. We still don’t know what they wanted us to find.”

After answering, Zhou Qian took the initiative and asked, “What exactly is going on with this town?”

“Why don’t you first tell me what you all have seen?” Ryan asked.

Zhou Qian replied, “Monsters, giant flowers, even faces on the flowers… We also saw bodies, but those bodies weren’t like humans but like monsters. That’s about it. Is all of this caused by some evil magic?”

Ryan had the typical Western appearance, with very fair skin, and pronounced features.

As the mayor, he seemed to have great sympathy for the town’s residents, and he had high empathy. Hearing Zhou Qian’s words, his face showed great pain and anger.

After taking several deep breaths, Ryan calmed himself and said, “Of course, all of this is done by the witches. ‘The horror of the flower of evil… it blooms at the edge of hell…’ all witches are horrifying and malicious flowers of evil!”

The real flower of evil is probably not the witches, but you, the mayor, and the malicious intentions behind all of this.

This was what Zhou Qian thought in his heart, but on the surface, he just maintained an apparently very innocent and sincere smile.

All the doubts and incongruities had explanations.

The only thing Zhou Qian didn’t understand was—what experiments were being conducted in the power station after the restart, or rather, what research was the mayor conducting.

According to Zhou Qian’s understanding, radiation could cause cancer and mutations in unborn children.

Now in this instance, animals and plants had experienced such a degree of genetic mutation, obviously, the actual situation was much more complicated. Like butterflies having grown something similar to human legs—it was as if it copied a part of human genes.

Ryan took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Qian and the others. “Actually, I am willing to believe that you are not in league with the witches. After testing, indeed, there are no evil spirits or anything on you. How about this, I will take you to see a place. Let’s experience the new vitality of the town together.”

After finishing speaking, Ryan really led the four players out of the reception room.

Accompanied by a dozen soldiers, they reached the 11th floor by elevator.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, the scene the players saw was truly beyond expectation.

It was like a maternity hospital here. The people walking in the corridor, those sitting together talking in the rest area… all were pregnant women.

And the banners hanging around the floor were all encouraging childbirth, saying “For every additional child born, receive a government subsidy of three thousand yuan per month”, “Pregnant women can be properly cared for at the government’s childbirth center”, and so on.

“The witches are hateful flowers of evil. They killed all the children in the town.”

Mayor Ryan’s pleasing voice came again, but it carried a chilling tone.

“Fortunately, people have recovered from the pain. Through some incentive measures, people are still willing to have children again. Beautiful Flower Town will not be destroyed by the witches. The next generation… is coming soon. We humans, still have a future.”


The author has something to say:

  1. The remaining part of the truth will be revealed tomorrow if there is still anything unclear.
  2. The inspiration for this story comes from the Chernobyl incident.
  3. One thing that must be clarified is that Epoh, Jiang Yuqing, including the mayor here—their character settings are all part of the instance plot and have nothing to do with Bai Zhou himself. Please do not let the character setting of the mayor affect your perception of Zhouzhou.

As mentioned earlier, Rank God players loading into NPCs can appropriately use the game rules to increase game difficulty and test the “Shepherd” they have chosen, but they cannot change the plot and character settings. In terms of plot and character setup, Bai Zhou is essentially just an observer living inside the NPC.


Kinky Thoughts:

Speaking of Chernobyl reminded me of the miniseries I watch of the same name. It’s quite a good historical drama which I recommend to everyone.


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Full Server First Kill Ch74

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 74: Secret Base

July 24, 711.

They truly went back twelve years.

Through the shiny shop window glass, Nol could clearly see the time on the calendar clock. The window also reflected Nol’s current state—Teest had one hand wrapped around his waist and another pulling on a golden thread hung from a nearby branch. Nol gripped Teest’s belt tightly, fearing that he might slip.

The two were about two meters above the ground. A height that previously seemed trivial was now dizzying for Nol.

“Quite impressive. Going back in time? At least you two have done something useful.” Black Candle Kando, with its one eye, curiously looked around. “Now I only have one question—why choose this specific time?”

Nol didn’t argue with the candle this time. He was also curious about the answer.

According to Painter, the Immortal Church in Grape Collar was destroyed at the end of July in 711. They needed to infiltrate the still-intact church to find the document indicating the location of the “Eclipse Shield”.

Teest volunteered to handle the time jump. Ironically, he chose a time just a week before the church’s destruction.

Teest reeled in the golden thread, taking Nol back to the branch. “Anyway, we can only stay here for about seven or eight days. Once the church burns down, we should return. Just think of its destruction as an alarm clock.”

Really? Nol hummed, swearing on his dinner that the Mad Monk had other motives.

“We better get started then,” Nol said, hooking his arm around his staff and clinging to a frail branch like a sloth. “First, we need to find that church…”

“Oh, I know where the Immortal Church is,” Teest admitted without hesitation.

Of course. This kid is, after all, a Supplement Demon. The Eternal Church wouldn’t let him roam freely.

Nol: “So you’ve been to that church.”

“That’s right. You might even see my past self there.”

Teest had returned to his white hair and golden eyes appearance, swaying on a branch like a particularly cocky sparrow. “At this point in time, I should be around sixteen.”

Teest spoke with such calmness, as if he was showing Nol a photo album of his younger days.

Nol looked at Teest for a moment, finding it hard to imagine the Mad Monk’s teenage years. “You lead the way. Let’s get moving.”

“No need. I suggest we stay put and hitch a ride with one of the Eternalists. Like sneaking into their pockets or smuggling in their parcels. There are plenty of them around here,” Teest suggested conservatively.

“Honey, it’s not that I don’t trust your abilities. But the Immortal Church in Grape Collar was once one of the best churches of the congregation,” he whispered softly.

‘Alright,’ Nol thought. ‘One of the best churches, meaning more skilled opponents, more unknowns, and tighter security.’

If a fight breaks out, they’d have to win in their unfortunate form, ensuring their survival without affecting major historical events. The mere thought was exhausting for Nol.

In the end, the two decided to stay on Cork Street.

Teest assured that he could recognize the Eternalists, and on this street, they were as common as rats—

Cork Street was the busiest in the lower district of Grape Collar. Here, one could find delicacies hard to come by in regular streets, interesting storefronts, and, in greater numbers than anywhere else, thieves, low-level mercenaries, and vagrants.

The two turned into an old, closed-down pawnshop at the street corner, deciding to make it their base.

The shop was named “Old Jon’s”. Its door was tightly locked, with worn edges that Nol could easily squeeze through. Even better, the shop’s display window showcased wooden cabinets, one of which had a half-opened drawer, offering them a natural lookout point and temporary shelter.

Nol stepped over a dust layer that was as thick as accumulated snow and struggled to climb into the display window. The sun began to tilt westward, bathing the old wooden boards in warm orange light, which felt smooth and warm to the touch.

“I’ll leave this to you,” Teest said, picking up a spool of twine. “Get some bones and make a ladder. I’ll look around the shop to see if there’s anything else we can use.”

‘The sensation is surreal,’ Nol thought. As he wrapped the twine around mouse bones, he watched Teest hopping around inside the room.

Behind him, separated by the glass, the crowd continued to flow at a leisurely pace. The cries of street vendors and the aroma of food wafted into the shop, making it feel as if time had never changed.

In front of him, the Mad Monk drew the curtain cords, waving a pocket watch hand like a short sword, marveling at piles of antique buttons. The lighting was dim, the air warm, and everything felt like a dream.

……

The sunlight in the display window melted away like accumulated snow, thinning and eventually disappearing. As the four moons rose and the streets lit up, the two had successfully set up their base.

Teest found a decaying toy house. He packed useful plates and utensils, a few clean tea towels, and had Ben fetch some chairs and tables.

Inside the half-open drawer, there was now a double bed with clean tea towels and a toy dining table. The open section held several candle heads. Once lit, they glowed as bright as a bonfire.

Both of them sat breathlessly beside the candles. With some effort, Teest pulled a grape from his pouch and split it in two, offering half to Nol. The refreshing scent of the fruit burst open like an explosive, and the flames flickered continuously over its juicy surface.

Nol decided not to ponder what the knife had cut through before.

“Did you use concealment magic on the candlelight?” Teest handed him a small spoon made of tin foil.

“Of course.”

As the night deepened, Nol and Teest sat on the edge of the drawer. Both had half a grape on their knees, scooping and eating it as if it were a watermelon. A young flower seller leaned against the window outside, her bright flowers almost pressing against the glass. The bouquet shined brilliantly in front of them, with candlelight dancing behind and faint noises blending with the night. Nol had never experienced such a… bizarre yet wonderful evening.

As Nol observed a particularly large blue rose, Teest sneakily glanced at him. This was a skill the Mad Monk had deliberately cultivated. Directly observing others might alert some especially sensitive individuals. But this indirect way ensured he could look as long as he wanted.

His Lich had relaxed eyes and was intently looking at the rose. With his gentle features, slender build, and the scene before him, he looked like a real night fairy—the kind children would see in fairy tale illustrations.

Teest probably looked more like a toy soldier, and a villainous one at that. Fairies always preferred children, and they never appeared in the same story as evil soldiers.

Teest didn’t like this train of thought and quickly cut it off, diverting his attention—

Nol seemed much better than before. The Lich had been resting regularly lately and smiled many times more than before. He no longer had that smoky fragility but became increasingly… real.

Occasionally, Teest almost forgot that Nol was a Lich.

His husband was steadily improving, and Teest wondered if he might lose that captivating madness.

His gaze shifted from Nol’s eyes to his lips, then to the corner of his mouth that curled up. In those brief moments, he realized he no longer wanted to know the answer.

“That flower probably was dyed with a potion. It doesn’t quite look like a magic effect,” Nol said after finishing his observation, scooping up another mouthful of grapes. “What about you? Found any Eternalists?”

“It’s not going to be that quick. It’s like trying to spot a rat’s tail when there are thousands of rats around,” Teest replied. “If the Eternalist were openly running around, Grape Collar would have been doomed long ago.”

“Do we need to keep watch all night?” Nol looked outside again. The flower seller adjusted the flowers left in her basket, seemingly preparing to head home.

Before Teest could reply, Nol turned and noticed the Mad Monk’s figure was gone.

Outside the display window, a small white figure skillfully climbed up to the flower basket. Teest first tossed two copper coins into the basket, then with a flash, the smallest of the blue roses was severed.

Holding a blue rose the size of a ping pong ball, the Mad Monk squeezed back into the shop. He placed the rose beside the bed. A large portion of his clothes was wet from the dew.

After all this, Teest sat back down, still carrying the rich scent of roses.

Nol touched the damp spot with his finger, and a warm blue flame ignited, evaporating the moisture.

“Is this for me?”

“It’s for you.”

“I admit, I’m already drawn to you.” Nol laughed and shook his head. “Given the current situation, you don’t need to be distracted by this. I’m serious.”

“I think this blue looks more like a magical effect,” Teest replied evasively. “Let’s examine it more closely before sleeping.”

“I see,” Nol said, “So, Sir Knight is also paying the price of curiosity… When that girl finds the coins in her basket, she’ll surely think she encountered a night fairy.”

Nol’s voice was full of smiles. “From my angle just now, you only lacked fairy wings.”

“…Is that so?”

Teest looked intently at Nol and responded with a smile.

……

At night, for the first time in his life, Nol lay on a toy double bed.

The candle went out, and the only light source in the drawer was the starry sky. Among the shadows, a blue rose bloomed quietly by his bed. Its beautiful blue hue and fragrance engulfed him.

Teest turned his back to him, his breathing light and even. His silver hair sprawled out on a tea-towel embroidery, giving off a faint glow. Nol turned over, his fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

The shadows in the room were as still as water. Shadow Wolf Ben was frolicking outside, looking for leftover bones and meat in the trash cans. Every now and then, Nol could hear the pattering sound of the shadow wolf’s paws on the street.

Taking all this as an adventure, he began to enjoy his current life…

Before Nol’s thoughts came to an end, Teest’s breathing suddenly stopped. At the same instant, a jolt surrounded Nol. He quickly grabbed the staff beside the bed and cast an invisibility spell.

There was a presence approaching!

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” could even bewitch animals. Relying on its protection, they had let their guard down. But without a doubt, the presence outside the drawer was coming for them.

Teest raised his “Betrayer”, and Nol took up his staff—

Half of a gigantic face appeared outside the drawer, blocking the dazzling starry sky.

It was a child’s face.

A grubby little boy, no more than seven or eight years old. His cheeks were thin, and dark hair messily clung to his scalp.

What color that hair was exactly, Nol couldn’t be sure. Under the cover of night, any darker shade appeared pitch black. Even with night vision, it wasn’t easy to determine.

But he wouldn’t mistake the color of those eyes.

They were deep purple pupils, uncommon and rare. They gave off a faint glow in the dark, staring directly at the two of them.

Neither “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” nor the invisibility spell seemed to affect this child.

[Eyes of Truth], a rare passive skill.

Players couldn’t obtain this skill through normal means. It appeared in NPCs with an extremely low probability as an “innate ability”—the owner of these eyes could see through all illusions and deceptions, reflecting only reality.

Nol lowered his staff and quickly relayed this information to Teest.

“Wow!” The boy exclaimed softly, holding onto the drawer. “Night fairies!”

Teest still held his “Betrayer”, the blade not lowered in the slightest. “It’s bedtime for good little boys now, young sir.”

It was probably around three or four in the morning, with the street vendors long gone. The child seemed to have no one looking after him.

“I’m not a good kid, so it doesn’t matter,” the boy continued, excitedly observing them. “Where are your wings? Were they torn off? That’s sad.”

“Yes, it hurt a lot, so now we particularly dislike being watched.”

Teest took a step forward, shielding Nol slightly. “Could you move? You’re blocking our starlight.”

The little boy, taken aback, quickly stepped back out of their line of sight.

Nol heard the rustling of a candy wrapper, and seconds later, a peeled candy was carefully placed inside the drawer.

It was a cheap candy, giving off a slightly bitter scent. Nol couldn’t identify the flavor.

“Will candy make you feel better?” The boy quickly retracted his hand, asking timidly. “When I eat candy, my wounds don’t hurt as much. It must have some medicinal effect… Don’t be afraid. Not all humans are bad.”

Nol shook his head at Teest, who finally sheathed his sword.

“Thank you, but we don’t like candy,” Nol said softly. “Take it back, kid.”

“I’m not ‘young sir’, and not ‘kid’. Everyone calls me ‘Piel’—probably because I always pick up grape skins to eat*.”

*Clarity: His name is (皮尔) which means “peel” in Chinese. Westernized, it could be Pier/Pierre/Piel/Piele (just depends on context). In this case, grape skin peels.

The boy quickly took back the candy, the wrapper crinkling as he carefully rewrapped it.

This clearly wasn’t enough to sway the stern Mad Monk. “Alright, Piel. You can leave now.”

“But I’ve always lived here…” Piel whispered, “Only I can fit through the hole in the wall behind here. If I sleep outside, monsters will eat me.”

It seemed like sleep was off the table for now. Nol lit the candle and climbed to the edge of the drawer.

From the edge, he could see Piel’s whole body—

Piel’s face was thin, but he still had cute and handsome features. He wore oversized, dirty clothes. It was evident he tried hard to keep himself clean, but there was still a sour smell of garbage on him.

The [Eye of Truth], a precious ability.

If this child were discovered by someone from a great mercenary group, who knows how many people would be willing to provide for his living expenses… But to ordinary people, he probably just looks like a beggar with a slightly unique eye color.

“Eaten by a monster? …What kind of monster?” Nol asked.

Hearing the word ‘monster’, Teest became interested and leaned in, peeking from the edge of the drawer.

“I don’t know. They say that children who get separated will be eaten by monsters,” Piel said while patting his protruding rib cage, his voice growing fainter. “My eyes are sick, and everyone is afraid of catching it, so they don’t want to live with me. That’s why I have to stay here. Please don’t chase me away, okay?”

“They’re all talking nonsense. There’s nothing wrong with your eyes!” Kando spoke up for the first time, still in its usual gruff tone. “Listen, kid, your eyes are very powerful. Those people don’t know anything.”

Nol looked at Kando with surprise and decided to stay out of the conversation.

“Wow!” Realizing that the candle could talk, Piel’s eyes shone even brighter. “Really, Mr. Candle? I-I always see things that shouldn’t exist. Everyone says that only lunatics see such things…”

Kando’s flame flickered vigorously. “Everyone says, everyone says. You’re not living for those idiots. Besides, who says that what lunatics see isn’t real? Do you think we are fake?”

Little Piel stared at Nol for a while and then took a quick glance at Teest.

“No.” The boy shook his head earnestly. “I can’t imagine faces as beautiful as yours.”

“That’s the spirit.” Kando rolled its eyes. “Although I don’t particularly like your reasoning.”

“If this isn’t an illness… Can I stay here?” Piel was evidently concerned about this.

“Show some backbone, kid. You should just go there and say, ‘This is my territory’,” Kando chided, its candle flame swaying. “You’re not sharing a drawer with them to sleep. What are you afraid of?”

Piel, unfamiliar with his own unique eyes, couldn’t see the strangeness of this black candle. Amused by Kando’s exaggerated words, he began to giggle. However, his stomach’s growling almost drowned out his laughter.

Soon after, a whole roast chicken flew out of the drawer, almost hitting Piel’s face.

“Take it.” Teest finally climbed up to the edge of the drawer. “Consider it our rent for staying here. Just remember to keep our secret.”

“Thank you, fairy!” Piel hugged the roast chicken tightly, not minding the mess it made on his clothes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

​[You’re quite nice.]​

[It’s better to let him take us around than ride on Ben.] ​Teest shrugged.

​[This is at least a win-win situation,] ​Nol thought.

It would be a good idea to have Piel show them around. Maybe he could guide the child to be discovered by a master sooner…

Just as this thought crossed his mind, an icy chill ran down Nol’s spine.

…You can’t do that. Absolutely not. You’ll die.

Nol’s instincts screamed incessantly, as if he were standing on the edge of a deep abyss, not a floor at some shop.


The author has something to say:

Rounding up, they are a sweet couple who have given roses to each other. Isn’t that sweet? (?


Kinky Thoughts:

Note: the Immortal Church is referring to the physical church of the Eternal Church (religion), like how the Evergreen Church is the physical church of the Temple of Life.

Oh no… Given Nian Zhong’s track record with children, I feel I’m going to be a sobbing mess in this arc.


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Full Server First Kill Ch73

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 73: Time Reversion

Nol had once thought that after he achieved financial freedom and finished his work, he would meet someone he liked. He could invite them to travel through magnificent landscapes, forgetting the agony of all those years of overtime.

He would buy a good camera, capturing beautiful scenery and the face of the person he’d unexpectedly fallen for. He would change his profile picture on his social media, sharing travel insights daily… Probably living in this kind of free yet ordinary state.

Who could have imagined that this wish would be realized in such a twisted manner?

Nol formed a rectangular frame with his hands, aiming at Teest, who was biting into roasted cheese. At the intersection of the night and the lights, the Mad Monk was intently trying to kill a cheese ball.

“Hm?”

Teest, sharp as always, noticed Nol’s action and turned his face. A bit of sugar from the cheese ball still clung to the corner of his mouth, giving him the appearance of a typical good guy you’d see anywhere.

Click. Nol thought in his heart.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t really capture this moment.

Swallowing his cheese, Teest looked toward the framing eye. “What’s up?”

“I was just thinking, you seem very confident.”

Nol lowered his hands and took a roasted cheese stick from Teest’s paper bag—the roasted cheese here was a cheese ball mounted on the tip of a wooden stick, looking like an oversized lollipop.

Recently, the two had been on a deep tour in Grape Collar.

Being close by, Nol occasionally checked on the situation in “Paradise”. There was no issue on the side of the Lost Tower. Everything was going well—

Lynn’s workshop was initially open, and she was busy manufacturing the first batch of daily tools. With the efforts of the Armored Bear and the Centaur, tomatoes and eggplants were ready to be harvested, while Uncle Ma was considering pickling some sauerkraut… Rosen and the others brought back two neighbors, both of whom were injured a bit and were temporarily under the care of Dr. Zhu.

The person Nol was particularly concerned about, Granny Meng, hadn’t caused any trouble.

Thankfully, the old lady no longer scolded people early in the morning. She just squatted on the central statue decoration on the first floor, silently watching everyone. When the neighbors prepared meals, she would strut over to eat, and after eating, fly back to her original position—besides the occasional weird snickers, the old lady still didn’t talk to anyone.

However, since the succubi couldn’t detect any surveillance or control magic on anyone, everyone just let her be.

It seemed that even if he left the Tower for a long time, the impact wouldn’t be significant, and Nol felt much relieved.

……

Finally, time meandered to tonight. Today was the legendary auction day.

Grape Collar was a large city, and recently many merchant caravans had come to join the bustle, making the streets even livelier than usual. In comparison, the night in Whitebird City was as dull as a small town night market.

Amidst the bustling tourists and hidden by the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” concealment, Nol and Teest blended in just right. They seemed like two utterly ordinary tourists, simply enjoying a lovely personal time.

“You don’t have to worry about the potion. I can roughly guess who she’d commission.” Teest continued munching on his cheese, casually placing the cheese bag between them. “There aren’t many who can perfectly handle this job, and given her unnecessary curiosity about ‘Paradise’, she would only commission that guy.”

“You have more friends than I imagined,” Nol commented.

Teest chuckled. “What, honey, are you curious about me?”

“Yes,” Nol said matter-of-factly.

Teest: “……”

Teest smiled and adjusted his black hair. “No, he’s definitely not a friend. In fact, we can’t even be considered acquaintances. We’re just two wanted individuals. My opinion of him is just slightly better than that of a cockroach. However, I must admit, that guy is quite powerful.”

Just as Nol was all ears, eager to continue listening, Teest pointed ahead with the leftover stick from his snack. “There, that guy.”

Instinctively, Nol adjusted the brim of his hood, looking in the direction Teest pointed to.

A man in a loose-fitting cloth shirt was approaching them.

The man seemed to be in his forties, not much different in age from “Golden Sword” Billy. Unlike Billy’s neat appearance with a hint of rogueness, this man had a different kind of eccentricity—

He was about 1.9 meters tall, slim yet muscular. He had shoulder-length, deep wine-red curly hair, so rich it almost looked reddish-brown. His light green eyes, reminiscent of freshly peeled grapes, were filled with a wine-soaked mirth.

While he wasn’t extraordinarily handsome, his features were indeed well-proportioned and pleasing to the eye. Clean and tidy, he would look like the kind of well-liked upright priest.

On the other hand, his current attire made him look just like a street thief. The man stood barefoot on the street, his clothes ragged at the edges.

Nol noticed the only two valuable items on him—one was a regular short sword at his waist, and the other was a faceless silver figure hanging from his chest.

The silver figure looked incredibly rough, without any facial features, and was overall oxidized and dark, with the face being slightly brighter and even cruder in craft. Nol couldn’t recognize it from the game, nor could he detect any magical fluctuations from it.

As Nol was sizing the man up, the latter was also blatantly sizing up Nol.

“Good evening, both of you!”

After pausing briefly in front of Nol, the man greeted them warmly. “My name is Painter. I’m delighted to serve the two of you.”

With that, he casually flicked a tiny tin flask, which gracefully landed in Nol’s arms.

“All right, mission accomplished!” he announced with a sing-song tone.

Just after Painter’s words, a group of guards rushed from behind him. They pushed through the screaming crowd, scanning the area vigilantly—they appeared to be private guards, probably discovering the theft of the “Time Reversion”.

With the flask in his grasp, Nol was stunned.

…Just like that? Is this what it feels like to throw money and get things done?

…Was it this seemingly homeless guy in front of him who broke into one of the three major capitals’ underground auction and took out their most valuable item?

…What exactly is this guy’s profession?

Lost in his thoughts, Nol took another look at the stranger, trying to spot any clues he might have missed. But no matter how he looked, the man didn’t have any recognizable items from the game.

“Don’t leave yet. The commission details aren’t just this, right?” With chaos all around, Teest’s smile diminished, and it seemed he genuinely didn’t like this strange guest.

“Oh, you mean the method of use.” Painter rubbed his hands, stepped closer, and flashed a bright smile at Nol. “I see, I see. I’ll need to explain it to both of you personally.”

“If it’s convenient for you,” Nol replied, sounding slightly stiff. He wasn’t too fond of such overly familiar individuals.

“It’s convenient, of course. Our Drifting Mercenary Group always provides impeccable service,” Painter exclaimed with wide-open eyes and a firm nod. “But it’s too noisy here. We need to find another place!”

Nol’s gaze had just drifted towards the dark alley when he heard a snapping sound next to his ear. Everything went dark before his eyes, and all surrounding noises instantly faded away.

The chaotic, bustling street vanished, and the night sky adorned with four moons disappeared.

Underneath him was a flawless white marble floor, spanning around 50 to 60 square meters with damaged edges and suspended at an angle in midair.

Above them, around them, and below them, large chunks of ruins resembling those of a cathedral floated, with tiny fragments dancing near the debris, reminiscent of stars at first glance.

Beyond the ruins was an abyss of utter darkness, deep as the universe itself.

The game skill [Mercy Countdown], a unique skill of the rare profession “Sage”.

Recognizing this skill instantly raised all the hairs on Nol’s back.

It was an incredibly potent divine skill, allowing the caster to pull a specified target into an alternate space. Half an hour later, this space would self-destruct, taking both parties with it.

Nol quickly reached for his magic staff, but Teest pressed down on his hand first.

[It’s okay,] Teest reassured. [Relax. He’s not quite right in the head.]

Huh?

Nol paused, unsure how to respond. Even Teest, the Mad Monk, was commenting on someone else’s sanity…

[What’s this man’s background?] After a few seconds of regaining his composure, Nol decided to get straight to the point.

[Oh, I mentioned him to you once before.] Teest’s own hand was also dangling next to the “Betrayer” and there was a hint of mockery creeping into his thoughts. [The apostate and former Pope of the Temple of Life is him, Painter—Lord Godfrey Painter.]

Nol looked at the small tin flask in his hand. [……]

‘Oh, so it’s the former Pope. No wonder he could steal it,’ Nol thought numbly.

It makes sense for the former Pope of the Temple of Life to cause trouble for the Eternal Church. But considering that it was Teest who hired him, the whole situation felt a bit delicate—what was really wrong with this Painter guy?

“Don’t be scared. This place is my magical space,” Painter said, sitting down cross-legged on the ground. “It’s very private. As long as we leave within thirty minutes, we’ll be fine.”

Indeed, after thirty minutes, the place would explode. Most people use [Mercy Countdown] as a sacrificial technique, but this man was using it as a soundproof room.

‘He’s truly insane,’ Nol thought without uttering a word.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Painter said nonchalantly, picking at his toenails. “The legendary Mad Monk, the Master of Paradise… Turns out neither of you know how it works!”

“We have 27 minutes left,” Nol said dryly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get straight to it—‘Time Reversion’ is taken orally. I heard it tastes awful, so I suggest you mix it with other liquids before drinking, like wine, juice, milk, anything,” Painter explained with a smile, sounding like a street vendor pitching his wares. “After drinking it, you’ll be able to go back in time temporarily. This dosage… let me think… should let you go back about a week within the last fifty years.”

“Do you mean ‘observe the past’ or truly ‘return to the past’?”

Nol immediately asked the question he was most concerned about. Ever since hearing the name “Time Reversion”, he had been pondering this.

Simply observing the past would be fine. But if they genuinely returned to the past, they would face issues like the grandfather paradox, butterfly effect, and parallel universes. Their actions might have significant consequences.

Painter stared at Nol with his emerald eyes for a moment, his smile deepening. “Wow, sir, that’s an excellent question. Strictly speaking, they’re the same.”

He pulled out a wand resembling a paintbrush from his pocket, spun it in his hand, and a crooked human figure appeared in the air.

“Fate has its flow, sir. A little interference from the future can’t change much—changing a vendor’s breakfast from bread to sweet porridge won’t alter the course of events,” Painter added, drawing some red on the figure. “In other words, you can imagine ‘fate’ as a robust young man, and your arrival would only inflict minor scratches, which are insignificant and will heal on their own.”

“What if we choose to ‘kill’ this ‘fate’?” Teest asked nonchalantly.

“Ha ha ha!” Painter laughed out loud. “Don’t underestimate fate, Mad Monk. What you can’t do, no one can truly change the past.”

“When you return to the past, the only people you can influence are those who aren’t important in the first place—those who, in the grand scheme of the world, whether they live or die, are but insignificant dust. Regardless of their laughter or cries, whether they die in the heat of summer or the cold of winter, they cannot leave any ‘scuffs’ on that grand flow.”

Nol couldn’t help but frown, instinctively disliking this assertion.

Painter paused for a long moment before continuing, “As for those significant beings, your instincts will tell you not to approach or take action against them. It feels like standing on the edge of a precipice. You won’t mistake it.”

Teest raised an eyebrow. “What if I must take action?”

“The instant before you act, you’ll be obliterated by the laws of the universe. In the end, you won’t have changed anything. Just like a fruit will fall from a height, the moon revolves around the world. Sirs, the will of nature cannot be resisted.”

Painter gestured meaningfully, and the little human drawing in front of him exploded like fireworks. “Even if a dragon were to fall off a grand cliff, it would still die.”

‘I see.’ Nol gazed at the small bottle in his hand.

There was no such thing as the butterfly effect. Drinking this suspicious substance, they would truly return to the past, but they couldn’t change any “major events”, even if they risked their lives.

That was fine. It sounded like there wouldn’t be too much psychological pressure and moral dilemma.

Nol sighed in relief. “Is there anything else we need to know?”

“Oh…”

Painter put away his magic wand, grinning, his tone rising towards the end. “Well, it’s like this. To minimize the impact on the past, after users return to the past, cough, there will be a slight change in their body… It’s okay! It’s not important! It won’t affect your abilities—just a minor appearance change…”

Nol’s heart jumped. “What change?”

The corners of Painter’s mouth kept rising, his face filled with a barely suppressed smile. “Well, actually, it’s quite fun when you think about it. I suggest keeping this little suspense…”

……

The long night was full of dreams. After leaving the illusion, Teest ordered two glasses of grape juice. They entered the alley and drank the “Time Reversion” that very day, not forgetting to let Shadow Wolf Ben have a lick.

Nol poured some on the candle, praying it would take effect smoothly.

However, according to Painter, once the “Time Reversion” ended, they would automatically return to the second after they drank the potion. So, even if the candle was left behind, in theory, there shouldn’t be any danger.

Before drinking the potion, Teest filled his waist bag with food and cast about a dozen detection spells on that potion bottle. It turned out Painter was a trustworthy counterpart. Everything he said was accurate—including the part about the potion tasting terribly.

Even Nol, who had tasted all sorts of strange things, felt like he was tasting the soup from a garbage can in midsummer.

The moment the potion entered his throat, Nol choked and opened his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he hadn’t felt any change, but now he saw the midday sun.

Night turned to day. They seemed to still be on the same street, but the scenery outside the alley had subtly shifted. The world had silently reset, and Nol stared in shock at everything in front of him.

After a few seconds, Nol slowly turned to look at Teest beside him.

Forget the “slight change in appearance”… At this moment, everything around them seemed massive. No, to be precise, they had shrunk.

A leaf flew by, nearly knocking Nol over. He struggled to regain his balance and compared the size of the leaf to himself.

The good news was that they hadn’t shrunk to the size of Thumbelina*. Their belongings, including the “Betrayer” and Kando, had been proportionally scaled down, so they weren’t left bare.

*A tiny young girl in the literary novel fairy tale of the same name written by Hans Christian Andersen.

The bad news was that they were just a little longer than a middle finger…

The two stood silently in the alley, watching the feet of pedestrians stomping outside. Those soiled soles lifted and fell, like some chaotic dodging game.

After a glance around, Teest broke the silence. “Hey, honey, I think we’re quite lucky.”

“What?” Nol doubted if their definitions of “lucky” matched.

“According to Painter, I thought we might become insects or dolls.” Teest stretched and began to limber up. “Just shrinking is much better than I imagined.”

Nol looked at the shadows on the ground and swallowed. “Are you sure?”

Behind them, silently, a large shadow appeared. The shadow had a round head and two pointed ears.

Nol smelled a cat.

He used to bury his face in the soft belly of a cat and deliberately inhale this scent. But when one became smaller than a mouse, this scent was… not so attractive anymore.

Teest didn’t turn around but called directly, “Ben!”

The shadow wolf jumped out of Nol’s shadow in an instant, with its fur standing on end. Though the action was supposed to be imposing, it seemed weak now that the wolf had become a mini-version—like a little black puffball, barely bigger than a Pomeranian.

Before Ben could even snarl, it was smacked by a cat’s paw. With a whimper, it zoomed back into Teest’s shadow, all within five seconds.

Teest: “…”

Nol: “…”

Well, theoretically, its power should still be intact, but it seemed it didn’t dare to try. Indeed, worthy of a creature whose defining characteristic was cherishing its life.

Teest drew the “Betrayer”, but Nol held back his hand.

In the end, they used a luxury combination of spells: aura elimination, invisibility, and presence elimination, until the white fluffy-tailed cat finally looked up and hopped back onto the wall.

Even the Lord of Whitebird City didn’t receive such treatment. Nol gravely deactivated the magic.

“Mama!” The next second, a childish voice echoed from the alley entrance. “Mama, look! There are fairies here!”

Forget it. Nol adjusted the effect of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” again.

The Time Reversion was indeed dangerous, but the danger was… well, not quite what he had expected.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch54

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 54

Situ Qing’s eyes widened. Her pupils contracted like needles, reflecting a semi-transparent object like ice spikes enveloped by intense killing intent and alcohol. This object was close at hand, ready to take her life at any moment.

However, in this critical moment, there was a “bang”, followed by a “zzt”. A current of electricity swept towards her. It opened into a net, quickly enveloping the gourd and the alcohol pouring out from it that could condense into weapons, finally hitting Yin Jiujiu and causing her to collapse to the ground, her limbs paralyzed.

How… How is this possible?

Each of the five witches had such weapons—extremely powerful weapons. Logically, there should be no way for the players to escape from them!

In fact, the reason why the witches were rated Rank S, aside from the game setting and their substantial amount of health, was mainly due to the empowerment of their weapons. Their attack power shouldn’t be at Rank S; it was all due to these unerring weapons.

Under such circumstances… how did Zhou Qian and the others escape?

Wait, even if Zhou Qian and the others could escape, how could they even seize such a weapon and even… even return?

Did Zhou Qian guess her plan all along?

Yin Jiujiu crawled on the ground, frowning, forcing herself to raise her head with her hands, and indeed saw Zhou Qian and the others walking over.

Before, it was Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing carrying Wu Ren.

Now the situation had changed. Wu Ren was being supported by Ke Yuxiao, and the person holding the witch’s weapon, who just attacked her, is also Ke Yuxiao.

As for Zhou Qian, he seemed to be leaning on Qi Liuxing as if he had no bones, and he too seemed to be affected, paralyzed due to the attack. At the same time, Zhou Qian was holding a small round object in his hand that couldn’t be identified.

As Yin Jiujiu was astonished, she met Zhou Qian’s smiling eyes.

She felt an extreme sense of foreboding from his smile.

What… What exactly is going on?

……

Moments earlier.

Zhou Qian and the three men escaped into the bushes, followed by the five witches.

If they had attacked the bushes impulsively due to not finding anyone, all four of them might have been affected and paralyzed.

Therefore, Zhou Qian jumped out first at a critical moment, attracting all firepower, becoming the target—at least three electric shots were aimed at him. Fortunately, his estimates were quite accurate; he fell to the ground and couldn’t use much strength but was still alive.

Before this, Zhou Qian had asked Situ Qing, who was affected, to pick up the stone from the ground to see if a person who was affected could still exert a little strength. Since Situ Qing could pick up the stone after being affected—

Of course, Zhou Qian could still use his strength to make a call.

While Zhou Qian attracted the witches’ attention and fell to the ground, the five witches checked his condition, and after confirming that he couldn’t move, they continued to search for his three teammates.

The time Zhou Qian bought was enough for them to run a certain distance, so they wouldn’t be affected by the witches’ random shots at the bushes and lose their strength.

When the witches turned around, Zhou Qian pulled out a small round object and dialed “26-111”—the mayor’s hotline he saw on his way to the witches’ base.

“Hello, mayor, I’ve been attacked by the witches. I’m in the southern part of Weir Mountain… maybe you can track my location? Oh, you can see it. That’s great.”

“If I die, I will have evidence that they indeed harm people…”

The witches heard his words, stopped immediately, turned around, and looked at him. After a period of hesitation, struggle, and contemplation, they surprisingly made a unified choice—to run.

During this, Qi Liuxing supported Wu Ren from the depths of the bushes, and Ke Yuxiao quickly followed the direction the witches were running, taking out his weapon, a long flute. The moment the flute sound rang, a sound wave targeted a witch’s wrist from a distance.

The witch, in her hurry to escape, dropped her weapon due to the pain and didn’t pick it up, immediately running with her teammates.

The four didn’t chase the witches but quickly went back to rescue Situ Qing, leading to the present scene.

Time returned to this moment.

Zhou Qian looked down at Yin Jiujiu, then glanced at the acquiescent Li Buhui behind her, and finally looked at the others.

“On the way to the witches’ headquarters, we can see the mayor’s hotline, a clear hint that when we encounter difficulties with the witches, we can seek help from the mayor. That’s one thing.”

“Secondly, the mayor, along with the rest of the townspeople, all despise the witches. The witches and the mayor are on opposite sides. If the witches want to harm us, the mayor will indeed help us.”

“Thirdly, on the way from Beautiful Flower Town to the base, the witch bus only dares to take small roads, hiding from sight. Moreover, just after getting off the bus and on the way climbing Weir Mountain, as you have seen, the witches have been acting very cautiously, saying that the mayor will send people to investigate. They are afraid of being caught, so everyone needs to be very careful…”

“In conclusion, the witches are very afraid of the mayor and his people. The mayor, being the head of a town, may have military power. Sure enough, with just one call, the witches were scared away by me.”

After Zhou Qian finished explaining, the players received a message from the system.

[Beautiful Flower Town North — Witch Base line, a regular clearance route.]

[Player Zhou Qian calls the mayor’s hotline unlocking the hidden plot: Beautiful Flower Town South.]

[Hidden plot has been triggered. Please look forward to the follow-up…]

Hidden plots often come with an exponential increase in game difficulty.

So… even though the mayor had resolved the immediate crisis for the players, whether he was a protagonist or antagonist in this instance was still questionable.

For a moment, the players even temporarily forgot the attempted murder that had just occurred minutes ago.

Soon, it was the would-be murderer, Yin Jiujiu, who brought up this topic.

She looked at Zhou Qian and asked, “When did you guess… about my actions?”

“I originally thought you wanted to kill me. But between ‘going to the square to watch the warlock being punished’ and ‘coming to Weir Mountain to investigate’, you chose the latter. I then realized that your target might not be me, or even any male player.

“In fact, at that time, these two choices weren’t necessarily mutually exclusive. After all, after watching the warlock being punished at the square, there might still be many opportunities to come to Weir Mountain, as the witches often need to investigate here. But to kill a male player surrounded by numerous witches is a golden opportunity.”

“So, if you wanted to kill me or any male player, you would not have missed that opportunity. Is there any better opportunity than when everyone is gathered at the square and execution tools are readily available to kill with the help of dozens of witches?”

“But you didn’t hesitate to say you wanted to come to Weir Mountain, so the only one you wanted to kill was a female player. Among those present, the only females are you and Situ Qing.”

“Therefore—” Zhou Qian smiled. “Just from that one thing, I knew you didn’t want to kill me. And when you asked the witches to attack Wu Ren, or even all the male players, I became even more certain that the one you really wanted to kill was Situ Qing.”

“You exposed our identities, not to take our lives, but to have the witches constrain us, depriving us of the ability to protect Situ Qing.”

Hearing this, Situ Qing, who had regained some strength, propped up her upper body from the ground and sat down.

She looked at Zhou Qian. “So… at that time you were…”

Zhou Qian looked at her, frankly saying, “Of course, there was an element of testing you. But you undoubtedly passed the test. See, you chose to trust me, and that’s how I could trust you. I told you, I won’t let you die.”

Situ Qing was stunned. Zhou Qian didn’t look at her but looked at Yin Jiujiu again.

“Of course, what I said just now was just the first objective. My second objective was naturally to probe your, Yin Jiujiu’s, background. I heard all the conversation you had just now. And I think… most of what you said is true.”

“Now you both have different stories, Yin Jiujiu says Situ Qing harmed her friend, while Situ Qing denies it. But from what I know of Situ Qing, she is straightforward and physically strong—not necessarily a good person. But she is indeed not good at lying. Under the circumstances just now, she actually had no need to lie, so—”

“Shut up, Zhou Qian.” Yin Jiujiu abruptly interrupted him. “I know your kind. You are not really a good person either. You’re not truly vindicating Situ Qing. You just want to temporarily convince me to cooperate with you.”

“Oh, but don’t you want to cooperate with me?”

Zhou Qian asked her with a smile. “You’ve seen it. I’ve unlocked the hidden plot. The achievement rate of this hidden plot is so low… Do you want me to remind you?”

At this moment, even Yin Jiujiu fell silent.

She didn’t care at all about unlocking hidden achievements; she was here truly just for revenge.

The normal clearance rate of this level was as high as 50%, so she was originally confident of clearing it alone.

Besides, judging from the previous situation, this level seems to be very friendly to women…

But now, Zhou Qian had forcibly triggered the hidden plot for everyone.

Facing only a 5% clearance rate, she couldn’t afford to gamble either.

“Wait—” The one who spoke at this moment was Wu Ren.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Qian with a complicated gaze. “That thing in your hand… a device that can make calls—is it a cellphone? Where did you get a cellphone? The trading hall has similar communication tools, but not in this design. You—”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian raised his head and glanced in the direction of the foot of the mountain, seemingly wanting to see if a certain witch had already left.

After a moment, he said, “I got it from Eva secretly on the bus.”

“Why does she have it? And why would she give it to you? What, what did you tell her?” Wu Ren asked unavoidably.

Not only was he curious, but at this moment, everyone’s curious gaze was also fixed on Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian explained, “It’s actually nothing. First, I handed Eva her daughter Lily’s diary. Of course, I only showed her the page that Lily wrote about the music festival. I reminded her—her daughter might not be possessed by evil spirits at all. She did show a glimpse of doubt but was soon defeated by long-established beliefs, thinking I was talking nonsense. Under such circumstances…”

Pausing slightly, Zhou Qian continued, “I didn’t forcefully ask her to believe me or to believe that magic doesn’t exist.”

“I just tentatively asked her if the TVs at her home and even the AI Barbie doll in her daughter’s room are still there. So, whether it’s for disguising as a normal person or not, there should still be some electronic devices in her life. After all, electronic devices can alleviate many unnecessary burdens and indeed bring convenience to our lives.”

“I guessed she might still have some similar devices. I did ask her explicitly if she kept any communication tools.”

“To avoid arousing her suspicion, I said at the time… the rest of her daughter’s diary is placed somewhere. After I find the diary later, I will contact her using communication tools.”

“As expected, she gave me this cellphone that can dial the mayor’s hotline. Though she told me… it’s against the rules, and we both need to act covertly. Haa…”

Zhou Qian shook his head. “She also emphasized to me in a low voice that she only kept the cellphone for convenience. She swore she absolutely didn’t betray the Witch Association.”

After hearing Zhou Qian’s words, Wu Ren remained silent for a long time.

He and his gambler seemed to be completely stunned.

After a while, he gave Zhou Qian a sincere thumbs-up.

Zhou Qian’s thoughts were so meticulous, and his actions were flawless.

Wu Ren had taken several blows in a row, discovering his physical condition, the accelerated decrease in life points, and the unlocking of the hidden plot… He felt he might really die in this instance.

But now, seeing Zhou Qian like this, he felt a surge of confidence that they could pass the level.

After a while, everyone heard footsteps.

Zhou Qian turned his head and saw another group of people coming from the main road.

They were almost fully armed.

They wore something like goggles. Special masks covered their faces, their hair was completely wrapped by some high-grade hats, and the parts like the neck and limbs were well protected. Nothing was exposed.

This was a small team of more than ten people; their steps were very neat, as if they had received professional training.

Each was carrying a huge weapon, somewhat similar to a gun.

The leader was tall and straight.

When he approached, Zhou Qian could see his eyes were a beautiful green, like the most beautiful jade or like a lake reflecting the trees.

“Hello, I am the mayor of Beautiful Flower Town.”

The man spoke.

His voice was deep, pleasant, very magnetic, and extraordinarily courteous.

Then he said two sentences.

The first, he gently raised his hand, made a gesture to the soldiers behind him, and said, “Check if there are any witches hiding here. If so, capture them.”

The second, he said while looking at Zhou Qian.

Glancing at the communication tool in Zhou Qian’s hand, he said, “You were the one who called for help, right? I’m glad you’re safe; it seems I came just in time. Come on, I will take you to see the real, new Beautiful Flower Town.”


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Qizi Ch54

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 54

There was a special training mission today. Early in the morning, the instructor arrived at the training ground to set up. Then he saw Ling Xiao and Ying Feng jogging. Ling Xiao was running far ahead, and when Ying Feng saw him, he stopped.

“You two are truly diligent,” the instructor expressed with surprise. “Didn’t I say you already exceeded the physical requirements for the entrance exams?”

“It was Ling Xiao’s request,” Ying Feng said, moving to the side and watching with the instructor as Ling Xiao ran on the track. After deciding to take the exam, Ling Xiao viewed the Qizhu as a future competitor and didn’t lower his standards just because he was the Qizi.

“He jogs every morning, practices his mental strength during the day, has practical training in the evening, and stays up late reading history books.” Almost every night, Ying Feng had to use some force to make him turn off the lights.

The instructor nodded in appreciation. “Ling Xiao is incredibly talented. It’s rare to see someone so naturally gifted yet also so hardworking. For many years, he has aimed to surpass you. Several times, I’ve seen him training alone deep into the night before an exam. And the next day, after the test, when he asks whose score was higher between the two of you, I often can’t bear to disappoint him. In any other batch, with his abilities, he would have stood out. But in this batch, he met you.”

Just as Ling Xiao finished a lap, he approached them. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing.” The instructor quickly changed the subject. “Ying Feng mentioned you’ve been reading a lot. Studying history is not just about reading books. Visiting a historical museum can be very insightful.”

“Museum?” Ling Xiao’s eyes lit up. After days of intense reading, his view of history had changed. He no longer found it boring and had even developed an interest. Hearing about the museum, he looked at Ying Feng, his intentions clear on his face.

“Let’s go.” Ying Feng turned to leave, and Ling Xiao, after greeting the instructor, quickly followed. The instructor watched them go, feeling relieved. While it was regrettable that Ling Xiao couldn’t become the Qizhu, it seemed he had found a new direction.

The historical museum the instructor mentioned was not far from their place. In a short while, they arrived. The museum was open to the public with no admission fee.

It was organized by themes, not chronologically. Ling Xiao studied the map and decided to start with the military-political section on the top floor.

Upon reaching the top, he was immediately drawn to the statues lining the corridor. These statues, made by later generations, were of historical figures. Each had a glass display containing a dagger they once used, with their life stories engraved below.

After several days of intensive reading on history, Ling Xiao no longer drew a blank when looking at these historical figures; he recognized the very first one he saw.

“I know him. He’s the great marshal who overthrew the emperor and established the republic. The first year of the New Era refers to the year he founded the nation.”

Ying Feng gave a slight nod, acknowledging that Ling Xiao correctly stated basic historical knowledge.

Having received the “Ying Feng-style encouragement”, he enthusiastically continued talking about one figure after another. As he continued, he recognized fewer and fewer of them, and Ying Feng proceeded to explain each one to him.

After walking through the corridor and reviewing the history of their world, they reached the end, where several empty spots awaited future figures. Ling Xiao mused, “If my statue could be here one day, my life would be worth it.”

“We are constantly oscillating between sleep and awakening; how do you know you’re not among those ahead?”

This statement startled Ling Xiao. As he looked back, he felt that each figure seemed more vibrant and familiar. Any of them could have been from his era—they might be heroes he looked up to, or close companions, comrades, family he spent day and night with, or even himself. With this thought, it seemed as though the barriers of time no longer existed.

“You might be right. Maybe not just me, but you could also be here.” He scanned the statues and pointed at the founding marshal. “I think he looks a bit like you.”

Ying Feng silently diagnosed Ling Xiao with “face blindness“, a condition he read about in an extraterrestrial medical book. It seemed there was one more ailment their people could suffer from.

If Ling Xiao really had face blindness, his earlier comment about a first-year student resembling the Tianxiu ancient ancestor couldn’t be entirely trusted.

“Ah.” Ling Xiao suddenly pointed ahead. “Isn’t that Xing Lou?”

Following his direction, Ying Feng saw a man standing alone next to a display case in the center of the hall. Unlike the usual tourists who would lean in to inspect closely, this man was almost pressed up against the showcase, with his raised right hand lingering on the glass.

He looked down at the artifacts inside. Rather than looking like he was admiring, it was more like he was mourning. An indescribable emotion flowed in his eyes. Surely, one wouldn’t show such an expression for an inanimate object.

“Xing Lou!” Ling Xiao’s voice echoed prominently in the quiet, spacious museum. Like being shocked by electricity, Xing Lou’s hand jerked away, and he quickly took a step back from the display case. Recognizing the person who called his name, he showed a gentle, harmless smile. “Senior Ling Xiao.”

Ling Xiao didn’t notice Xing Lou’s unusual behavior earlier. Meeting an acquaintance here just felt serendipitous to him. “You’re here to visit too?”

Xing Lou replied, “The history teacher mentioned this place, so I was curious and came to take a look.”

After speaking, Xing Lou shifted his attention to the person next to Ling Xiao. Suddenly, Ling Xiao became nervous. If asked about Ying Feng, he wouldn’t be able to introduce him as his Qizhu like other Qizis could.

Fortunately, Xing Lou only glanced briefly and didn’t ask the potentially awkward question.

“Senior, I’ve finished this floor. Continue your tour; I’m heading downstairs.”

“Oh, alright.” Ling Xiao nodded, bidding him farewell.

As Xing Lou walked past Ying Feng, he unconsciously slowed down. Both slightly turned their heads, their gazes brushing over each other but quickly shifting away. As Xing Lou walked further away and Ying Feng didn’t turn back, their distance widened, with Ling Xiao watching for a moment.

“Was it, was it?” After Xing Lou was out of earshot, Ling Xiao urgently asked Ying Feng. “Doesn’t he look a lot like the male ancestor of the Tianxiu people?”

Ying Feng mentally upgraded Ling Xiao’s face-blindness by a notch. “How do they look alike at all?”

“Not alike?” Ling Xiao, puzzled, touched his chin. He felt they looked very similar, almost identical.

“Oh right, what was he looking at? He seemed so engrossed.” Ling Xiao went to examine the central display. The artifact inside was palm-sized, severely corroded from age, but faintly recognizable as a badge.

On one side of the display case, there is a 3D restoration projection of the artifact, allowing people to clearly see its original appearance. It has the outline of a hexagram with intricate patterns engraved in the center, the most prominent of which is a crown.

“This is the emblem of the ancient royal family,” Ling Xiao read the description. “Over four thousand years old, it is one of the oldest known artifacts, symbolizing the heir of the ancient royal family.”

After reading, he commented, “To have something from 4,000 years ago preserved so well indicates an advanced civilization back then.”

“Is he really a freshman?” Ying Feng suddenly asked.

“Of course, why do you ask?”

“His eyes don’t seem like a fledgling’s.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen him almost die from fright at the sight of a spider.” Ling Xiao chuckled, recalling that event. “But what should a fledgling’s gaze look like?” He only knew about the eye color of the fledgling.

Ying Feng didn’t continue. They finished touring that floor, moving to the next level showcasing folk artifacts. This area was more relaxed than the top floor, with softer lighting and soothing music playing.

“Mem, mory, Stone.” Ling Xiao read the name of the artifact in front of him.

He looked down and noticed that this wasn’t just one stone, but a row of them. From left to right, there were about more than ten stones. Each stone was inscribed with ancient characters that he couldn’t understand. In front of the stones, there were also labels indicating their respective eras.

It was then he realized that these stones weren’t excavated from the same batch. Even their estimated ages varied. The stone on the far left dated back to 4,000 years ago, and as he looked further to the right, the stones became progressively newer. Surprisingly, the one on the far right was marked as being from just 70-80 years ago.

“Logically speaking, items within a hundred years should not be classified as historical relics. However, this item is an exception in this museum. The ‘Memory Stone’ spans from thousands of years to just decades, transcending the scope of typical artifacts. Its existence remains an enigma in historical circles.”

Ling Xiao looked up to find the museum staff member who had been explaining to him standing politely nearby.

“Can I ask about these stones?”

“These artifacts from different eras share a common feature—they all bear the exact same inscription. When historians found the first ‘Memory Stone’, they thought it was just a typical stone inscribed with ancient script. But as the second and third stones surfaced, it became clear that these were no ordinary stones.”

“No one can live for thousands of years,” Ling Xiao said. “The inscriptions on these stones were probably engraved by different people. For example, the most recent one; anyone who’s been to this museum could mimic it.”

“In theory, yes. This made the discovery of the recent stone quite controversial. Given how popular the culture of the Memory Stone has become, many try to imitate it. But after extensive scrutiny by handwriting experts, the inscriptions on these stones, whether in writing style or engraving technique, all seem to originate from the same person. That’s the most intriguing part of the Memory Stone.”

“That’s unbelievable!” Ling Xiao exclaimed, somewhat taken aback. “What do the inscriptions mean?”

“It’s an ancient language. Pronounced ‘Oh-sa-mi-su-ka’, in modern language it translates to ‘I miss you.'”

“Oh sami suka,” Ling Xiao repeated.

“Yes.”

Ling Xiao recited it a couple more times, finding the phrase rather pleasant to the ears. He turned around to find that Ying Feng, who had just been beside him, had wandered off to another display, presumably uninterested in the topic at hand.

“The museum offers a service where interested visitors can carve their own ‘Memory Stone’. We’ll use a ‘time machine’ to deliver it to your loved one.”

“A time machine?”

The staff member chuckled. “Not the kind you’re thinking of. We’ll safely store your Memory Stone and after three, five, or even ten years, we’ll send it to the terminal number you provide.”

“I see,” Ling Xiao mused. “I don’t really have anyone I’m missing right now, so maybe I’ll pass.”

“Just because you don’t miss someone today doesn’t mean you won’t in the future. The Memory Stone is a popular symbol of love nowadays. It translates to wanting to be with someone every single moment. Even lovers who see each other daily opt for this meaningful gift, hoping to surprise their future partners.”

Ling Xiao had to admit that the sales pitch was convincing. While he currently didn’t have a partner, if life could change so drastically in just ten days, what could ten years bring?

“Alright,” he agreed. “I’ll carve one.”

The staff chose a stone for him and provided an ancient script sample. Using his own dagger, Ling Xiao meticulously began to engrave the stone.

“Done,” handing over the finished product to the staff, the latter’s expression momentarily froze.

“Your imitation is very close to the original.”

“Really? Perhaps I was influenced by what I saw.”

The staff nodded in agreement. “I’ll package this for you. Have you decided when you’d like this delivered?”

“The longest duration,” Ling Xiao swiped his card and hesitated momentarily during registration. In the end, he filled in Ying Feng’s terminal number.

Ten years… If the ‘Awakening Plan’ succeeds, he and Ying Feng’s blood pact should be over by then. This could serve as his parting gift.

Just as he finished, Ying Feng returned and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Ling Xiao hastily handed everything back to the staff. “Just buying some souvenirs.”

Ying Feng, seeing Ling Xiao empty-handed, wasn’t convinced.

Ling Xiao truly became interested in the museum and ended up spending an entire day there. Ying Feng thought he would go back and rest in the dormitory after returning, but to his surprise, Ling Xiao insisted on going to the training hall for a “short while” of practice.

After a “short while” later, Ling Xiao, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto the floor. Even Ying Feng was forced to sit on the ground, catching his breath.

Finally stabilizing his breathing, Ling Xiao said, “Let’s take a break and then continue.”

“Again?”

“I haven’t trained all day today, and tomorrow I’ll be out the whole day for blood donation. If I don’t work hard now, I’ll fall behind the others.”

Ying Feng couldn’t help but ask, “Do you really need to push yourself this hard?”

Ling Xiao, lying flat on the floor, raised one hand, showing a tiny gap between his thumb and index finger.

“You see, this was the gap between me and you in the past. I always felt that with a little more effort, I could surpass you.”

Then he opened his hand wide. “Now, this is the gap between you and me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t catch up.”

He lowered his hand, looking straight at the ceiling, calmly stating, “Ying Feng, I’ll never catch up to you in this lifetime. But whether it was before or now, my desire to close that gap has never changed. Whether the gap is of a finger’s or an arm’s length, I’ll do my best to get closer to the height you’re at.”

Ying Feng was silent for a long while, then stood up, extending his hand to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao took it, and with a pull from Ying Feng, was lifted off the ground.

Ying Feng took a step back, signaling Ling Xiao to get ready.

“Let’s go.”


The author has something to say:

1. Some readers previously questioned why Ling Xiao, after taking the Ember, was defeated by Ying Feng, while Zhu Yue, after taking Ember, managed to defeat Zhen He. The original text clearly explained that the effects of the Ember had worn off when Ling Xiao confronted Ying Feng. He took on the coming-of-age ceremony with Ying Feng while under the side effects and being severely injured.

2. Some think Zhu Yue’s pact with Zhen He was sudden or arbitrary. Zhen He’s foreshadow appeared in Chapter 22, and even earlier hints in the story indicated that the Qizhu isn’t necessarily the gong, and it wasn’t referring to the virgin Ping Zong.


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Sendoff Ch137

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 137: Alliance Leader

Just now, the two doctors who treated Yan Qing’s wounds stood up and jumped onto the stage. In public, they both removed their disguises. The taller one was Taiheng’s Yu Zikuan, while Yan Zheng still had his frost-like hair, disguised as an old man.

Yu Zikuan was quite famous; everyone in Taiheng knew him. Yan Zheng’s ghost eyes were exceptionally prominent, making it hard to mistake him for someone else. Their joint appearance was as absurd as Qu Duanyun’s loss to Yan Qing. This chaotic mix of right and wrong and the excitement of the martial arts conference had never before been so intense. People were so thrilled that instead of being amazed, they became inexplicably excited.

The lame old man who had set up a fortune-telling stall also went on stage—when he removed his disguise, he was clearly Hua Jingchun, Protector Hua. These influential figures from the demonic sect had been lurking here since early morning, patiently watching until now.

It felt as if hundreds of beehives suddenly appeared below the stage, as the buzzing of conversations became overwhelming.

The decline of the Ling Sect aside, the massive demonic sect of the Chigou Sect was somewhat formidable against the imperial court. What benefits could the small Kushan Sect offer them?

Aware of his credible identity, Yu Zikuan took a step forward and got straight to the point. “Six years ago, I took on the mission to assassinate the Patriarch of the Ling Sect. Later, I met Yan Zheng, and seeing that he was teachable, I wanted to correct the wrong ways of the Ling Sect. Sect Master Qu was right; directly intervening in the affairs of other sects isn’t proper for a reputable sect. To preserve Taiheng’s reputation, I faked my death.”

Everyone present knew about the deep enmity between Yu Zikuan and the Ling Sect. They all knew he would never be bribed by anyone, let alone speak for the Ling Sect by trampling on the bones of his wife and child.

“The Ling Sect was beyond salvation; it needed to be destroyed for something new to rise. Yan Zheng and I agreed to kill Chai Xin and his followers when we got a chance. Once Yan Zheng gained power, he could reform the Ling Sect. The battle formation on Zongwu Mountain that day was drawn by me!”

Yin Ci couldn’t help but snort. Yu Zikuan and Yan Zheng had been together for too long, learning some tricks to twist the truth. Initially, these two were entirely set on destroying the Ling Sect. Now, claiming to want to seize power was probably to appease the remaining Ling Sect followers and turn extermination into “infighting”.

Fortunately, as a renowned hero from Taiheng, no one doubted Yu Zikuan. Everyone was eager to hear more from him.

“I used Taiheng’s connections to find the disciples of the Mishan Sect and asked for a battle formation. By rights, this formation should destroy the Ling Sect’s Grand Pavilion without harming the innocent. But someone swapped my formation for a malevolent one that harms indiscriminately!”

“Why would I, Yu Zikuan, want to harm the brothers and sisters of the righteous sects? If it weren’t for the Kushan Sect’s rescue, Patriarch Yan and I would probably have died in that formation without any evidence to prove our innocence!”

“What Brother Yu said is true. I came here today to clarify this matter. The Ling Sect has taken countless lives; one more doesn’t matter. But This Seat has no intention of holding the blame for this shit.”

Yan Zheng drew out his Death Whip, its menacing aura forcing people to retreat, proving his authenticity.

After decades of stability in the martial world, no one had ever seen such a spectacle. Witnessing the re-emergence of once-deceased renowned fighters and their revelations surpassed all previous martial arts conferences.

This was a living legend. The audience forgot about the terror of the Ling Sect and eagerly pressed forward, wishing they could throw themselves onto the stage to hear more.

“Our Divine Sect was also harmed by villains,” Protector Hua said, seizing the momentum of the discussion. “I’ve known Wu Huai for a long time and knew he wasn’t fit to be the ‘Young Patriarch’. This time, he bribed the elders of the sect and faked our sect’s tokens, breaking our sect’s traditions. The Kushan Sect intervened because we made a deal with them. Who says demonic sects can’t hire aid from the righteous path? What kind of rule is this?”

The crowd below was taken aback. Now, regardless of whether it was the Jianchen Temple, the Ling Sect, or the Chigou Sect, they all stood in support of the Kushan Sect. From being the blamed party, the Kushan Sect was transformed into a righteous and chivalrous sect.

The people of the martial world loved excitement and especially adored such dramatic developments. The surrounding commoners got to witness a grand play of underdogs rising to the top. At this moment, they didn’t care about right or wrong; they felt incredibly exhilarated. Some even shouted louder than those watching the competition.

“The Kushan Sect is righteous!”

“This is what a hero looks like! Do you see it? This is a hero!”

“Who wronged them in the first place? After all the fuss, they couldn’t even produce any evidence!”

In this place, there were many sects who had been dragged down the mountain by the Kushan Sect in the Zongwu Mountain case and had luckily survived. Now, they realized and began to join in. This support grew like a spark in the wild, turning the noise and becoming more pronounced until, eventually, cheers of joy erupted.

“They are right! They are on the righteous path and have the qualifications!”

Amidst the thunderous applause, Qu Duanyun’s head buzzed for a long time before finally calming down.

Although these people clarified things, no one mentioned that the “orchestrator was the Immortal Assembly”. Most of the people believed in the Imperial Celestial. Saying anything would be counterproductive, showing that the Kushan Sect still had concerns about the audience below.

It was just a competition in the ring. Shi Jingzhi made his move; Qu Duanyun just had to respond.

Furthermore, even if the Kushan Sect could trace it back to the Immortal Assembly and even suspect him of meddling, they had no evidence. Qu Duanyun was always cautious and left no loopholes. If Shi Jingzhi accused him without evidence, it would only damage the recently improved reputation.

Moreover, Yin Ci had an unknown origin, and Yan Qing had the ghost eyes. It was uncertain who would win the hearts of the audience.

“So it turns out we misunderstood Sect Master Shi,” Qu Duanyun said calmly, his voice carrying his inner force, forcibly suppressing the noisy crowd but still polite and as elegant as always.

“I will withdraw the bounty on you all later. Today’s confrontation with the Kushan Sect—”

“Wait.”

A cold female voice sounded from the perimeter.

“What’s the rush, Junior Brother? We can’t just gloss over the case of Chen Qianfan from the North.”

It was Shi Zhongyu.

She had somehow escaped from prison and was still wearing the clothes from when she killed Lin Xin. The bloodstains had dried, adding brown spots to her pale attire.

Holding a rough cloth bundle, Shi Zhongyu walked straight to the platform, dispersing the crowd. Her aura was gentle but strong, and everyone from the Taiheng Sect looked around, none daring to stop her.

What did she want to do after the grievances of the Kushan Sect were cleared? People deliberately made way for her, just curious about how this would unfold.

“As for the case of Chen Qianfan from the North, I am a witness. Although I didn’t see Chen Qianfan and Wei Chun leave, I saw everything, from the madness of the Arcane Arts to the interaction between the Kushan Sect and the two of them,” Shi Zhongyu said as she stood in front of Qu Duanyun.

“I didn’t mean to put the Sect Master in danger,” Qu Duanyun said calmly. “Now that the Kushan Sect has been vindicated, I will invite Senior Sister back to the sect on another day. For now, let’s determine the Alliance Leader first.”

His words resonated with the crowd, garnering widespread agreement.

Shi Zhongyu smiled, a rare smile filled with self-mockery and unspeakable bitterness. She put down her bundle and sighed deeply.

“Duanyun, you are still the same,” she whispered. “Always perfect in your actions, without any leaks. Unfortunately…”

Qu Duanyun slightly furrowed his brows. Before he had a chance to ask a question, he saw Shi Zhongyu also raise her voice, addressing the leader of the Jinyu Group—

“This gathering indeed has a sect that shouldn’t have qualified.”

Her voice carried sadness.

“I propose that the Taiheng Sect be completely disqualified!”

Shi Zhongyu’s voice wasn’t particularly sharp; it was usually gentle and pleasant to hear. Yet, this very gentle remark caused an uproar, as if poking a hornet’s nest. The audience below was already noisy and irritably chattering. With her words, the people from the Taiheng Sect were thrown into chaos. Elder Zhou’s face turned red; his neck thickened, and he nearly fainted from anger.

One disturbance had yet to settle before another began. Qu Duanyun slightly relaxed his clenched fist, feeling a cold sweat in the palm of his hand. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice involuntarily became stern. “You are not a member of my Taiheng; watch your words. The issue with the Kushan Sect has been resolved. Someone, please escort Miss Shi out!”

Upon the sect leader’s command, two disciples from Taiheng swiftly moved on stage, attempting to approach Shi Zhongyu.

Unexpectedly, Shi Zhongyu swiftly turned around and produced an item from her chest, presenting it before the crowd. “Here is the Taiheng Yang Reversal Token. Who dares to lay a finger on me?”

She channeled some of her qi into the token, and immediately an ancient and solemn aura emanated from it, as solemn as the bells that had tolled for a thousand years. Everyone knew that it was just a small token, but they couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence.

The Yang Reversal Token had not been seen in nearly a century, making this assembly extraordinarily stimulating. Not only were the spectators stunned, but even the well-informed disciples of the Yueshui Pavilion turned pale, their breaths short, with one even fainting on the spot.

Everyone’s attention had long shifted from the Kushan Sect. Sect Master Shi, along with his beloved disciple, was in the best position to watch the drama unfold. Facing the situation he orchestrated, Shi Jingzhi almost sighed out loud—if only he had some sunflower seeds to munch on, it would be perfect.

However, with his beloved by his side, he wasn’t particularly anxious. Taking advantage of the crowd’s focus on Taiheng, Sect Master Shi leaned comfortably against Yin Ci’s chest. Yin Ci chuckled softly, brushing his shoulder.

Now, it was Taiheng’s turn to be put on the hot seat.

The Yang Reversal Token had always been carefully guarded by the sect leader, and nobody would be foolish enough to question its origins. With the recent death of Qi Xundao and the Taiheng Sect finally stabilizing, who could have anticipated such an event?

“This token was hidden by Sect Master Qi in a flowerpot and given to me when I left the sect. Since then, I’ve been investigating the mysterious illness of Sect Master Qi. Leaders like the Jianchen Temple’s Abbot, Taiheng’s Sect Master Qi, and Matron Wuxue of Chigou were all formidable masters. Their sequential deaths hardly seem coincidental.”

The crowd had already sensed something after the previous statements. While the Kushan Sect was absolved, the real culprit was still at large! With Shi Zhongyu’s revelation, the crowd started to grasp the situation. The murmuring slowly ceased, and all were focused and silent.

“Abbot Juefei, Qi Xundao, and Matron Wuxue all died under different circumstances, but upon my detailed investigation, they all met their end because of the ‘Twin Roots’, a cursed object.”

Shi Zhongyu took a few steps to the side of the stage and spoke loudly.

“The Twin Roots requires a curse to activate and needs to be swallowed whole by its victim. While the Twin Roots leaves no trace, using it is no small feat. From this, I deduce… the three victims were all poisoned by our sect’s cherished Tranquil Heart Pill! The mastermind behind these murders is hiding within Taiheng!”

The Tranquil Heart Pill was a renowned treasure of Taiheng, known to everyone. Without further explanation, those with knowledge understood the implications. Many famous martial artists frowned; their eyes fixed on Qu Duanyun.

Qu Duanyun felt cold all over, glancing at Shi Jingzhi. The latter was still seated, eyes slightly closed, leaning against his disciple. As if aware of his gaze, Shi Jingzhi opened one eye, smiling enigmatically.

Yet, faced with this predicament, Qu Duanyun couldn’t think of any way to resolve the situation. Every move he had prepared was now backfiring—

Elder Zhou, whom he specifically chose, indeed exploded with anger. Without caring for his image, Elder Zhou climbed on stage. “Young lady, be careful with your words!”

As expected, Shi Zhongyu seized the opportunity. “Every elder here probably has one of these pills. Just open one, and you’ll know.”

Elder Zhou, who cared deeply for Taiheng, didn’t care about his image at the moment. He immediately took out the treasured pill and carefully broke it open. The next moment, fine roots from within the pill burst forth, floating in the air before the crowd.

Seeing this, there was an outcry from the righteous sects. Elder Zhou, with blood rushing to his head, spat out a mouthful of blood in anger. He threw the pill on the ground, his face turning purple. “What is this? What’s happening?”

“The Tranquil Heart Pills have all been tampered with. From the case of Abbot Juefei, it’s been like this for a decade.” Shi Zhongyu exclaimed loudly. “My Taiheng is involved in these heinous crimes. Shouldn’t we distance ourselves?”

It’s coming. Qu Duanyun clenched his lips.

From the start, their goal wasn’t to prove that “Qu Duanyun was the mastermind”, but to kick the entire Taiheng Sect out. Regardless of Qu Duanyun’s innocence or guilt, the situation remained unchanged. Shi Jingzhi, that fox, never truly saw him as a worthy opponent from the beginning.

The strategic positioning of the Immortal Assembly in the martial world had been completely destroyed. Qu Duanyun was responsible for these affairs. Not to mention the “Hundred-Year Project”, he might not even be able to take the position of the next Imperial Preceptor.

Things shouldn’t have turned out this way.

Qu Duanyun repeatedly scrutinized every action since he took over, finding no mistakes. Could this be the “fate” his master talked about? Could the Imperial Celestial really have favored Shi Jingzhi from the beginning?

No, it wasn’t time to give up yet.

“The refining of the Tranquil Heart Pills is handled by the Immortal Assembly.” Qu Duanyun forced himself to stay calm and continued softly, “The Immortal Assembly is a mixed bunch. There’s a high possibility that my Taiheng has been exploited by villains. Senior sister, wouldn’t it be biased to expel Taiheng based on this?”

The Qu Clan was well-renowned, and Taiheng had always maintained a good reputation. Many righteous martial artists would be swayed by this reputation. Qu Duanyun kept his composure throughout, which impressed many. As for the Tranquil Heart Pill, only a few people present had the luck to consume it. The ones who suffered were from Taiheng itself. Many smaller sects that had good relations with Taiheng showed sympathy and started agreeing; their murmurs were slightly mixed —

“With the situation so chaotic, perhaps Taiheng should take charge.”

“The Jianchen Temple is fine too, right? With Abbot Juehui leading, it won’t be chaotic. Miss Shi is right. If villains are hiding within Taiheng, aren’t we just handing them an advantage?”

“After all, Taiheng is a major sect. It can’t be that exaggerated…”

Shi Zhongyu ignored Qu Duanyun and wasn’t influenced by the murmurs from the audience. She wiped her hands and publicly unwrapped a package she had brought to the stage. Inside was a peculiar ritual tool. As the crowd wondered about it, Shi Zhongyu took the hairpin from her head and inserted it into the tool.

As the device activated, the “pearl” on the hairpin emitted a soft glow.

“It’s the Soft Fish Demon Eye! It can record images!” Some merchants from the Jinyu Group among the audience recognized it instantly.

The next moment, the scene of Shi Zhongyu battling Lin Xun appeared in mid-air, clearly visible to everyone present—from Lin Xun deliberately adjusting his position to Lin Xun purposely colliding with Shi Zhongyu’s broken sword.

Despite the twists and turns in the arena today, everyone gasped in surprise.

“Duanyun, after much thought, I realized that the villain who plotted against our seniors must be keen on meddling in the martial world. Being weak and having spoken for the Kushan Sect early on, I was likely targeted. Thus, I took a gamble—I wagered that the villain would interfere in the martial arts conference, and that’s why I bought the Soft Fish Demon Eye at a high price. It seems I was right.”

Shi Zhongyu said each word clearly.

“The villain tarnished the Kushan Sect’s name earlier, and now Lin Xun risked his life to try to disqualify me. However, Lin Zhen encountered you and did nothing. It seems to me that the villains really want Taiheng to win.”

“Duanyun… Sect Master Qu, since all the Taiheng masters have consumed the Twin Roots and any of them could be threatened, shouldn’t Taiheng prioritize the safety of the martial world over its own interests?”

Finally, Qu Duanyun had no rebuttal.

When Shi Zhongyu put forth this argument, there was only one answer he, as the head of Taiheng, could give.

…Did he really lose? With all the advantages of terrain and manpower, and a strategy built over years, did he lose to someone who had left the palace less than a year ago and was labeled a “man-made demon”?

He tried to maintain a dignified smile under everyone’s gaze. However, every move seemed to block his retreat. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn’t find a countermeasure.

Qu Duanyun’s mind was unusually blank. He clenched his fists instinctively, trying to grasp onto something, but all he felt was pain. He knew he had lost completely and fairly, and this realization angered him. His inner force went wild.

Losing to an opponent he looked down on was the most frustrating thing in the world. Qu Duanyun swallowed the blood that surged to his throat and trembled slightly.

…It wasn’t over yet; it couldn’t be. Otherwise, what was the point of all his years of effort?

With mixed feelings and the heavy atmosphere around him, Qu Duanyun’s words finally showed some hostility. “Taiheng should indeed avoid suspicion. However, although the Kushan Sect hasn’t done evil, they’ve rarely done good either. I believe everyone remembers their gratitude towards the Zongwu Mountain matter. I fear they’re here for their own desires and cannot shoulder the responsibility of the righteous path…”

Though there was some truth in his words, they were quite harsh. Seeing Qu Duanyun’s unusual coldness, the audience didn’t immediately agree but whispered among themselves.

Shi Jingzhi leaned over to Yin Ci, squeezing his wrist—it was time for the final move.

The Kushan Sect didn’t miss Qu Duanyun’s momentary lapse. Right after Sect Master Qu finished speaking, Yin Ci stepped forward decisively, approaching the stunned leader of the Jinyu Group.

“Sect Master Qu is right. I was planning to give up my position.”

Yin Ci said sincerely, and with his immortal-like face, he appeared exceptionally upright.

“My master is gravely ill. We participated in this tournament mainly to seek the Shirou to save him. With his poor health, he can’t take on the position of Alliance Leader. And I need to take care of my master, so I’m also stretched thin…”

Originally, Yan Qing considered himself a mere spectator, sitting in the audience and sipping his fragrant drink with amazement. However, upon hearing those words, he nearly spat out all the drink in his mouth.

“The Kushan Sect is a small sect with a previously notorious reputation. If they were to take the position of Alliance Leader, I believe many of you wouldn’t feel too comfortable. How about letting Yang Qing from my sect temporarily assume this role? Once the criminal is caught and the suspicions of the Taiheng Sect members are cleared, we can hold the conference again.”

Demonic Lord Yin put forth an exemplary performance, which moved everyone. Given that the Kushan Sect had just cleared their name, this scene was even more impactful.

The audience was silent.

Every sect was silent, each person calculating their own benefits.

Compared to the shocking news earlier, Yan Qing’s demonic lineage seemed insignificant. On the contrary, having a demonic lineage made him easier to control—after all, this was like an open secret that they could use against him whenever they wanted.

Now, relying on Taiheng was out of the question. There was still a powerful “villain” outside watching their every move, and no one wanted to be the first to stick their neck out. Taking a step back and thinking about it, Yan Qing could wield the Sword of Compassion, which meant he wasn’t bad. Compared to the unpredictable master-disciple duo from the Kushan Sect, temporarily promoting someone like him… seemed like a plausible move?

Even though she was on the side of the Kushan Sect, the corner of Shi Zhongyu’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

Such a way of winning over the crowd was truly unprecedented.

When Yan Qing was pulled onto the stage by Jin Lan, he was still in shock.

Yan Qing silently faced the hundreds of faces in the audience, not daring to breathe. Wrapped in bandages, he held a cup of fragrant drink in his hands. His ghost eyes were filled with confusion and fear. When the first shout of “Alliance Leader” rang out, Yan Qing’s hand trembled, and the cup filled with the fragrant drink crashed to the ground.

He finally escaped the curse of the ghost eyes and didn’t fall into the demonic sect as his father had hoped.

But did he push too hard and go too far?


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Sendoff Ch136

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 136: Confrontation

At first, the crowd was as silent as still water. Gradually, this stillness began to boil, and the noise and shouting grew louder. Some were panicking, and others were booing and jeering. Everyone believed there were only two possible outcomes—either Qu Duanyun would win easily or Qu Duanyun would win with difficulty. The idea that “Taiheng Qu Duanyun would lose” hadn’t crossed anyone’s wildest thoughts.

He was, after all, a mere servant of the Kushan Sect, responsible for tasks like fetching water and lighting fires—not even considered a disciple!

Now, it turned into a contest between the Kushan Sect’s senior disciple and its servant. Given their respective standings within the sect, the senior disciple should be the winner. How did the Kushan Sect, which hadn’t even managed to clear its name from recent controversies, suddenly produce an Alliance Leader out of nowhere?

Fortunately, a few sober-minded individuals were calling out for verification and seeking the consensus of the masses. Otherwise, the rough and unskilled members of the Jinyu Group would certainly not have been able to control the gamblers who had lost everything.

Monk Zhixing looked coldly at the chaos below, his hands clasped together, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. The two martial monks behind him stood still, so motionless that one couldn’t even notice their breath.

Finally, Qu Duanyun snapped back to reality.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, he didn’t challenge Yan Qing but turned his gaze to Shi Jingzhi. However, the sect leader feigned ignorance, not meeting his gaze.

Qu Duanyun took a deep breath and said loudly, “I admit defeat. I await the Leader’s next arrangements.”

Arrangements? What arrangements? The leader of the Jinyu Group, having made a fortune from the betting, felt both delighted and uneasy, making his smile somewhat twisted. Rubbing his plump hands together, he said, “Everyone, please calm down. Let’s have lunch. After the afternoon verification, we will proceed with the competition—”

Yan Qing, leaning on his Sword of Compassion, stumbled off the stage. He looked around, still unable to spot his close friend.

“Don’t go back to the house. Rest nearby,” Yin Ci, checking Yan Qing’s pulse, advised. “Visit the physician over there. The Sect Master can’t take your pulse at the moment.”

Fortunately, Qu Duanyun had shown restraint in front of a large audience, not resorting to lethal techniques. Yan Qing looked battered and pitiful, but he hadn’t sustained any critical injuries.

“Where’s A’Si?”

“I don’t know. He always likes to wander, and his martial arts skills are pretty good. A person like him won’t be easily lost.”

“But…” Whenever Yan Qing got injured in the past, Su Si would always be the first to scold him. Now, after an earth-shattering fight with Qu Duanyun, Su Si was nowhere to be found, which was highly unusual.

“I should go back and check.”

“You can’t,” Shi Jingzhi chimed in. “Your identity as the Yan Clan heir has been revealed. Big sects might leave you alone, but some smaller ones might seek revenge. Stay here and don’t go anywhere.”

Feeling downcast, Yan Qing nodded. Two physicians, sensing a potential patient, approached with their medical supplies, ready to treat him.

As one of the parties involved in the confrontation, the master and disciple of the Kushan Sect were clearly not free to go anywhere. Yin Ci had prepared porridge in a jar earlier, and in full view of everyone, he fed it spoon by spoon to Sect Master Shi. At this moment, people believed this man wasn’t long for this world—after all, a servant had just defeated Qu Duanyun would be great news! Yet, Sect Master Shi showed no hint of joy. His face was as pale as paper, with red-rimmed eyes. He listlessly bit the spoon, finding it extremely difficult to swallow.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear the murmurs of this sly fox.

“This isn’t porridge,” he whispered, his gaze unfocused. “It’s roast chicken… It’s meat pie…”

No matter how creatively Yin Ci tried to cook the porridge, broth was still just broth. Around the arena, there were numerous food stalls, and the common people had a great love for food rich in oil and salt. When lunchtime arrived, the tantalizing aroma of roasted chicken filled the air, accompanied by the crispy sound of deep-fried delicacies. Spices sprinkled on grilled meat produced an irresistible scent of bursting fat that even ordinary people could perceive. Even though the various martial sects were anxious, their midday meals were hearty and filling, further enriched by the fragrance of some homemade dishes.

For a Child of Desire, this was probably even more terrifying than the hellish abyss. However, it was possible that members of the Immortal Assembly were hidden among the crowd, closely watching the situation. If he lost control now, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Upon leaving the palace, Shi Jingzhi imagined countless challenges but never anticipated this one.

Seeing tears about to fall from the eyes of Sect Master Shi, Yin Ci truly couldn’t bear it. He lowered his head, pretending to whisper, but actually planted a gentle kiss near Shi Jingzhi’s ear.

“Hold on a little longer. Once this is over, anything you see today, I can make for you.”

Indeed, how could these crude foods compare to the craftsmanship of one’s beloved? Sect Master Shi sniffled, calming down considerably, and obediently took another spoonful of porridge.

Yin Ci himself didn’t stick to plain porridge. He boldly showed his face and bought some hearty food, sharing it with Yan Qing. Whether intentionally or not, Yin Ci even took a few extra laps around. His appearance was impressive, and even knowing the notorious reputation of the Kushan Sect, few could maintain a disdainful look when they saw his polite demeanor.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the confrontation.

The platform had been heavily damaged by Yan Qing and couldn’t be repaired quickly. The leader of the Jinyu Group erected a wooden frame on the broken stone platform and laid a clean blanket on it. Monk Zhixing, accompanied by two martial monks, stood quietly on one side. Yin Ci, pushing Shi Jingzhi’s wooden chair, stood on the other. Qu Duanyun stood in the middle with his followers, his face pensive, pondering something.

A few disciples from the Yueshui Pavilion sat on the edge of the platform with writing materials ready. Their pens were soaked in ink, and their eyes were glued to the scene, not even blinking.

“Is it true that the Kushan Sect, in order to get the clue from Yan Budu, forcibly broke into the Huilian Mountain’s Buddha Heart Formation?”

Fortunately, even though Qu Duanyun was lost in thought, he remembered to ask the question.

Zhixing replied calmly, “It’s true.”

Yin Ci smiled slightly. “It’s true.”

Qu Duanyun continued, “After breaking the Buddha Heart Formation, the Kushan Sect defeated the three Lords of Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance. Upon ascending the mountain, the Jianchen Temple treated them with respect and no negligence. Is this true?”

Both responded in unison, “It’s true.”

“Upon request of Abbot Juefei, the Jianchen Temple allowed the Kushan Sect to visit the underground palace. There, a member of their sect picked up the Sword of Compassion. Is this true?”

Thinking of Abbot Juefei’s demeanor at that time, Monk Zhixing’s face twitched, revealing a sorrowful expression.

“It’s true,” Zhixing replied, voice shaky. He added, “Patron Yan did it with his own strength, without using any wicked methods.”

“Indeed,” Yin Ci calmly agreed.

The crowd below started murmuring louder. Everything seemed normal until now. It wasn’t conceivable that it would escalate to the murder of two eminent monks.

Qu Duanyun paused for a moment before continuing, “Sect Master Shi, driven by his lust for the sword, harbored ill intentions. He ordered his disciple to steal the Sword of Compassion, and when discovered, the monks showed mercy and didn’t punish the Kushan Sect. Sect Master Shi was only invited for a meeting by Juefei and Juehui.”

“Venerable Zhixing, being a disciple of Venerable Juehui, happened to be there. Overcome by his intense desire for the sword, Sect Master Shi cunningly attacked the two monks with yang fire and then fled in panic. Is this true?”

The murmuring from the crowd grew even louder. This was truly a tragic story, reminiscent of the tale of a kind man pitying a wolf. But seeing Shi Jingzhi’s frail state, it seemed he was capable of such a desperate act.

On the platform, both Yin Ci and Zhixing remained silent. Just as Qu Duanyun was about to prompt them, a hoarse voice rang out—

“It’s not true.”

A monk standing behind Zhixing stepped forward and removed his hood. The monk was tall and thin, around forty, with a distinctively bittersweet face. He put his hands together in a prayer position, revealing a Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist—

It was Monk Juehui, who was “supposedly killed” in the tragic event.

The crowd erupted into chaos. People pushed and shoved, trying to get a closer look at the monk who had turned everything upside down. Caught off guard, Qu Duanyun’s expression froze, and his hands involuntarily tightened.

The situation deviated significantly from what the Immortal Assembly had predicted. Not only was Jiang Youyue unaware, but even he couldn’t control it. He glanced at the silent Shi Jingzhi, feeling a chill down his spine.

When exactly did this guy start setting up the scheme?

When the incident at the Jianchen Temple occurred, this man had just left the Ghost Tomb and couldn’t possibly know about the Immortal Assembly’s plan. A Child of Desire was, by nature, selfish and lacked compassion, especially for monks unrelated to him.

Yet, for a single assassination attempt, he risked his own survival by setting up a move that might never come into play.

Such audacity was terrifying.

…Moreover, considering the design of the Immortal Assembly, Juehui would definitely lose his life to the yang fire in order to save his senior brother. To save Juehui, not only did one’s martial power need to be on par with the Abbot of the Jianchen Temple, but one also needed profound experience, instant reflexes, and decision-making skills. Without any one of these, rescue was impossible.

At that time, Shi Jingzhi was far from being this powerful. As for the two servants, they were completely inexperienced and didn’t have such abilities.

Could it be…

Detecting the thoughts of Qu Duanyun, Yin Ci’s gaze swept over. When that gaze landed on Shi Jingzhi, it was as light as a butterfly. But when it shifted and landed elsewhere, it turned as sharp as a poisoned needle, sending chills down one’s spine.

Yin Ci’s eyes met briefly and withdrew, and Qu Duanyun felt that it was the coldest stare he had ever encountered.

Who on earth was this? When did such a character appear in the martial world? Upon reflection, he seemed to have never seen this person give it his all…

Unfortunately, Qu Duanyun didn’t have time to ponder.

“My Senior Brother was harmed by a wicked technique. I saw it clearly. This has nothing to do with the Kushan sect. It was purely a malicious setup, an attempt to pit the Jianchen Temple against the Kushan sect.”

Monk Juehui sighed deeply.

“As for the Sword of Compassion… It was fated for Patron Yan to have it. It was personally given to him by Senior Brother Juefei. As the current Abbot of the Jianchen Temple, I can vouch for this.”

The audience below was unhappy; murmurs of disbelief arose—

“You monks always speak the truth. You first claimed the Kushan Sect was to blame; now you say they are innocent. Why should we believe you?”

“Yan Qing is a descendant of Yan Budu! Yan Budu and the Jianchen Temple were sworn enemies. Would you really just give away the Sword of Compassion?”

“There are rumors that the Jianchen Temple has been sealed off. Perhaps these monks are controlled by the Kushan sect using some sorcery…”

Knowing the situation, another monk, Zhixing, took a deep breath, glanced at Shi Jingzhi sitting on the wooden chair, and abruptly knelt before the audience.

“This was the Kushan Sect’s scheme. If it weren’t for Master Yin’s intervention, Abbot Juehui would have been killed that day. Sect Master Shi was afraid that the villains, seeing their assassination attempt fail, would target the Jianchen Temple again. Hence, they spread false rumors.”

Monk Zhixing smiled. Uncharacteristically for a monk, he bowed deeply, knocking his forehead against the wooden stage.

“I indeed broke my vows. I’ve asked to leave the Jianchen Temple and will travel and meditate for ten years to refine my heart and mind. Those present today are witnesses.”

Juehui lowered his eyes and murmured “Amitabha” softly.

Then he raised his head and said confidently, “This is not solely one monk’s fault. As his master, this Poor Monk should also be punished. However, every word I’ve said today is true. If anyone doesn’t believe me, you are welcome to verify.”

“As for the Sword of Compassion, Young Patron Yan is not deeply obsessed and has great wisdom. If anyone doubts my decision, please try the Sword of Compassion for yourself. Let’s see whose judgment is more accurate: Venerable Kongshi, Senior Brother Juefei, or yours based on some bloodline?”

Below the stage, Yan Qing was getting his wounds dressed. Hearing this, he slowly lowered his head, hiding his face in his arms.

The doctor dressing his wounds seemed to understand and patted him gently.

No one was discussing the “ghost eyes” anymore. Madness, utter madness. Just a while ago, the Kushan’s servant defeated the leader of the Taiheng Sect. Now, the notorious Kushan Sect seemed to be all about sacrifice and righteousness. If things went on like this, would the Alliance Leader of the martial world really fall into the hands of the Kushan sect?

Both accusing parties suddenly became allies, making the confrontation unfeasible. Just as the leader of the Jinyu Group was about to mediate, Qu Duanyun clenched his fists, furrowed his brows, and stepped forward.

He had originally been in a position of judgment. By stepping forward, he placed himself between the Kushan Sect and the Jianchen Temple. Turning swiftly, he faced the disciple of the Kushan Sect directly. His hand hovered over his sword with an aura emanating from him.

“As for the Chen Qianfan case in the North, the Ling Sect destruction on Zongwu Mountain, and the Chigou Sect disturbance, how does the Kushan sect intend to answer?”

“Let’s not talk about the Chen Qianfan case first… When did the destruction of the Ling Sect and the disturbance of the Chigou Sect become misdeeds? If I recall correctly, this is a martial arts conference of the righteous sects. Sect Master Qu, are you here to defend two major demonic sects?”

Yin Ci replied with a smile.

“In the Ling Sect case on Zongwu Mountain, not only members of the demonic sects were harmed. Many minor sects couldn’t retreat in time and died under the wicked formation. This matter is still not clear, and as we select the Alliance Leader of the martial world, we must understand this.”

Qu Duanyun said solemnly.

…This was the real moment of confrontation. Shi Jingzhi had been imprisoned in the palace before, his external martial arts were pathetic, and he didn’t understand the cold and warmth of the world. He had only been out of the palace for less than a year, so it was impossible for him to stir up such a storm.

He, Qu Duanyun, was innately weaker than a Child of Desire, but had all the geographical and human advantages. He could never lose to this person.

“The change of the Patriarch in the Chigou Sect is an internal matter of their sect. As orthodox martial arts sects, we must abide by the rules of the martial world. It’s completely unorthodox for the Kushan Sect to openly interfere with their internal affairs in front of everyone.”

The main branch of the Ling Sect was destroyed, and the fate of the Patriarch remained unknown. The culprit, Yu Zikuan, was dead, leaving no evidence. After the previous disturbance, the Chigou Sect suffered greatly, not even having a successor in place. Demonic sects weren’t like the Jianchen Temple; even if they benefited, they wouldn’t speak out for justice. The Chigou Sect was currently in disarray and definitely wouldn’t get involved in this mess.

The situation was still under control. As long as the Kushan Sect didn’t clear its notorious reputation, it certainly couldn’t aspire to the position of Martial Alliance Leader. His plan to take “fate” from them could still proceed.

Thinking of his own cause and ideals, Qu Duanyun’s spirit lifted even more.

“With all that being said, I’d like to hear Sect Master Shi’s explanation.”

While Qu Duanyun was impassioned, Sect Master Shi, on the other side, timed his coughs, spitting out blood. His long hair was neatly arranged, revealing a face full of devilish charm. Yet, with his face painted white and blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked weak. The aggressive aura was washed away by sickness, making him seem harmless.

“Cough, Sect Master Qu is absolutely right.”

Sect Master Shi wiped the blood with a cloth, answering neither humbly nor arrogantly, very gently.

“Even if they are demonic sects, these matters have to be clearly addressed. Otherwise, how can one become the stable Alliance Leader with everyone’s doubts?”

After saying this, Shi Jingzhi coughed a few times, covering his face with the blood-soaked cloth. From the angle only Qu Duanyun could see, he showed a deeply twisted smile. Although he was sitting on a wooden chair, Qu Duanyun felt as if he was being looked down upon.

Although Juehui’s appearance was unexpected, it wasn’t enough to disrupt Qu Duanyun. However, at this moment, he felt a sudden sinking sensation.

“But since these issues are related to the demonic sects, it might be more credible if the parties involved speak for themselves… Patriarch Yan, Protector Hua, please.”

After saying this, Shi Jingzhi tried to raise his voice, looking at Qu Duanyun with a smile.

“Oh, and also, the Great Warrior Yu Zikuan from the Taiheng Sect. Please come up to the stage.”


The author has something to say:

This is a crucial moment to clear the grievances. Sect Master Shi has endured extraordinary torment → he has been drinking porridge for a long time.

Immortal Assembly: ? A Child of Desire could never endure like this.

He could endure because it was his beloved who fed him!

Perhaps this is more like a resurrection conference.


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Qizi Ch53

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 53

When Ling Xiao and Ying Feng passed by a certain dorm room, they suddenly heard a loud noise from inside. Ling Xiao immediately took a defensive stance, preparing for an imminent threat. However, after the initial noise, the room went silent. As Ling Xiao moved to investigate, Ying Feng stopped him.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking what’s happening inside.”

“Don’t bother.”

Ling Xiao could sense some aversion in Ying Feng’s demeanor and asked, “Whose room is this?”

“Zhu Yue’s.”

Ling Xiao immediately lost interest. Other nearby students had also heard the commotion, but due to Zhu Yue’s unpopularity, no one came to check on him. A neighbor even banged on the wall, signaling for silence.

Everything finally calmed down, and Zhu Yue gradually regained his senses. The metallic sweet taste of someone’s blood lingered on the tip of his tongue.

He vaguely remembered catching Zhen He off guard. Zhen He’s first instinct was to escape, but how could Zhu Yue possibly give him that chance? Just as Zhu Yue was about to draw blood from Zhen He’s heart, Zhen He, out of desperation, initiated the “coming-of-age ceremony” and even fought back with all his might.

Zhen He was truly powerful. Unfortunately, no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t surpass the power of the “Ember II” that was refined twenty times. In the end, he was defeated by Zhu Yue, whose strength was vastly inferior to his.

Of course, their abilities were now roughly on par.

Zhu Yue felt the effects of the drug gradually waning, and his mind was becoming clearer and clearer. He knew he had to act quickly to deal with the aftermath. Struggling, he picked up the soul binding stone and returned it to its original place. He then took a rope from a hidden compartment and tightly bound Zhen He, who was on the ground, several times around. If this had been in the past, he surely wouldn’t have had the strength to tie someone so securely.

Zhen He’s personal device was strapped to his wrist. Zhu Yue ruthlessly tore it off and, grabbing something at hand, smashed it into pieces. He then took out a box of tranquilizers that he had prepared earlier and injected Zhen He with one of them.

Having done all this, he staggered towards the table. On the verge of collapsing, he could only stretch out a hand, desperately searching the tabletop. Several books detailing the bond between a “Qizhu” and a “Qizi” were scattered on the ground. Some were open, revealing highlighted sections with red lines:

—A Qizhu will acquire all of the Qizi’s power and wealth.

—Aside from being influenced by hormones, as long as there’s a strong desire, the coming-of-age ceremony can be initiated actively.

—After the coming-of-age ceremony, the union of the two parties can promote secondary development.

…

Zhu Yue finally found the second syringe. Up until this moment, he was completely unaware of the side effects of the second generation drug, and even less did he know that one could die without the purification injection. He silently thanked Zhen He; he truly was a competent businessman.

His breathing became chaotic, and his blood felt as if it was boiling. His vision was reduced to a hazy fog. After several attempts, he finally managed to insert the needle into his arm and injected the clear liquid. He carelessly tossed away the syringe afterward and immediately collapsed, losing consciousness.

……

When Ling Xiao woke up, he still felt soreness in his waist and back. Recalling the events of the previous night, he felt incredibly uneasy.

Even if he was the one who initiated it—a residual psychological shadow from a risky period where he felt more secure being close to the other—what followed? Ying Feng, who usually had a rational excuse for even intimacy, actually took the initiative to break the equilibrium yesterday. In front of a Qizhu’s desires, a Qizi’s body could never resist. By the end, Ling Xiao was the one clinging to Ying Feng, making it hard to claim he was forced.

But he couldn’t accept it. “The time before last was to get through the safe period, last time was to vent, then what about this time?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“You’re not even bothering to make up an excuse?!”

Ying Feng sat up. “I’ve already given my reason. For the first time, we were together not for a specific purpose but simply because of desire.”

However, he didn’t wish to elaborate further. “Get up,” he said, turning away. “Don’t you have classes today?”

Ling Xiao jumped to his feet, reminded by Ying Feng’s words that the holidays were over, and he hadn’t attended class in a while.

“Yes!” Even the pain from injuries wouldn’t stop him; he wouldn’t laze around just because of some lingering discomfort.

Entering the familiar classroom, classmates greeted him enthusiastically. Ting Lei, as usual, wanted to hug him as a sign of missing him, but a glance to the back of the classroom stopped him. He hesitated, thinking, ‘Hadn’t the period of establishing dominion ended? What was with that warning glare? Was he blacklisted for good?’

During the break, many pairs had undergone the coming-of-age ceremony, leaving almost a third of the seats empty, even Zhu Yue’s.

“Zhu Yue’s an adult now?” He wondered if someone had just casually bit him.

Ting Lei glanced disdainfully at the empty seat. “He’s been skipping class a lot lately. Even the teacher gave up on him.”

The instructor arrived, and everyone took their seats. Noticing both Ling Xiao and Ying Feng attending and in good condition, the instructor was pleased. After class, he held them back.

“Decided on a major?”

“Yes,” Ying Feng answered. “We’re considering the Joint Combat program.”

“Joint Combat? It’s tough to get into. Is Ling Xiao up for it?”

Ling Xiao felt slightly insulted.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way,” the instructor hurriedly clarified. “I trust your combat skills, but there’s a written exam. How are you in academic subjects?”

“Huh?” Ling Xiao was dumbfounded. Academic subjects in military school?

“I previously thought that only Ying Feng was preparing for the exam, so I didn’t mention it.” The instructor pulled up their academic records from over the years. In the past, these would have been considered personal and private, but now, the privacy between the two had diminished significantly.

Ling Xiao had always considered himself on par with Ying Feng, but that was only in terms of physical abilities. Seeing Ying Feng’s scores in academic subjects was like a slap in the face.

“Your scores in biology, astronomy, and geography are decent, math is… passable, but what’s with your history? Ying Feng has been scoring full marks in history year after year. Even if you can’t excel, you should at least pass, right?”

Ling Xiao looked at his own scores and then at Ying Feng’s. He had long realized Ying Feng was academically gifted, but achieving perfect scores every year was downright terrifying, wasn’t it?

“History is a mandatory subject in Royal Sky. If you really decide to enroll in the Joint Combat program, you’ll have to start cramming,” the instructor said, checking the calendar on the terminal. “There’s less than a month before the next Royal Sky Military Academy entrance exam. You need to lift your academic probation, undergo mental strength training, and catch up on history. Are you sure you can manage all of that?”

Ling Xiao wouldn’t give up just because of mere history. He puffed out his chest and said, “No problem!”

“Let me briefly show you how to train your mental strength. In the elementary academy, we mainly focus on physical training. But in the advanced academy, mental strength becomes crucial. Here’s the simplest training method,” the instructor demonstrated.

He crumpled a piece of paper into a ball and placed it in his palm. After concentrating, the paper ball started to levitate and spin above his hand, leaving Ling Xiao in awe.

“This ability is very important for us. All future skills are catalyzed by it. It’s usually taught in the advanced academy, but early practice won’t hurt you.”

“How can we do that?”

“Focus. Channel your energy into your palm, then try to materialize it.”

Ling Xiao had already started practicing with a paper ball. The instructor playfully tapped the back of his head. “That’s secondary. The main focus is history. Ying Feng will supervise you. If you have any questions, ask him.”

Walking from the classroom to the library, then returning to the dorm with a stack of books, Ling Xiao tried to move the paper ball the entire way until Ying Feng confiscated it.

“Finish the content I’ve outlined for you first, then you can continue practicing,” Ying Feng ordered.

Ling Xiao, despite his disdain for history, remembered his promise to Ying Feng. Still, he couldn’t help but complain, “Reading is so boring.”

“What would make it not boring?”

“It’d be great if we could go back in time to see it,” he mused.

“Keep dreaming.” Ying Feng negotiated, “For every hour you read, you can have thirty minutes for mental training.”

“One hour,” Ling Xiao countered.

“Forty minutes.”

“Forty-five.”

Ying Feng glared, and Ling Xiao surrendered. “Fine, forty it is.”

While Ling Xiao was engrossed in the dry history textbook, Ying Feng secretly held a crumpled ball of paper in his hand.

Mental strength, huh?

He tried to do as the instructor had said, concentrating his attention on the palm of his hand, but he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, and the paper ball didn’t move an inch.

The method wasn’t working. Ying Feng quickly decided to change his approach. He imagined the paper ball as Ling Xiao and used the ability to control the contract beast to manipulate it. The ball in his palm immediately took flight, spinning rapidly in the air.

Interesting.

With a swift motion, Ying Feng grabbed the paper ball. Whether it was manipulating the Qizi or the paper ball, the same ability was used. So, this was what they call mental strength. Fu Yao had smashed a stone pillar with a single punch, and the principal had flown up to the rooftop in one breath. They had both used the same force before, presumably based on the same principle. For Ying Feng, who already had experience, using mental strength was effortless. He just wondered if Ling Xiao, being a Qizi, could grasp it quickly.

“Time’s up!” Ling Xiao seemed to have timed it perfectly as he jumped up, then devoted himself wholeheartedly to making the paper ball fly. Ying Feng silently observed from the side. As forty minutes almost passed and the paper ball remained motionless, just when Ying Feng thought Ling Xiao couldn’t do it on his first try using mental strength, Ling Xiao suddenly exclaimed.

“Look!”

Ying Feng was taken aback. Sure enough, under Ling Xiao’s effort, the paper ball had slightly lifted from his hand, hovering in mid-air. Even though it was just a tiny distance, for someone trying for the first time, this result was already astonishing.

If only Ling Xiao made similar progress in history, it would have been much easier.

Ying Feng didn’t praise him but ruthlessly told him that time was up and casually picked up a history book.

“Now, let’s test what you just read. Legend has it that the Tianxiu people had two ancestors. What were their names?”

“Ah, I know. One of them looks like Xing Lou. He’s called…”

Ying Feng emotionlessly flipped to the next page. “The last emperor’s name in Tianxiu history?”

“Uh…”

“How is the New Era defined?”

“This one…”

Ying Feng slammed the book down. “Before the first year, it was the imperial system. After that, it became a republic. How do you not know such basic questions?”

What an idiot!

Ling Xiao was unhappy. “Even if I don’t know, you don’t have to call me an idiot.”

“If you’re not an idiot, then what are you? Even a first-grade fledgling can answer these basic questions.”

There was an awkward silence in the room for a few seconds.

“Hold on.” Ying Feng suddenly realized something. “I didn’t call you an idiot just now.”

Ling Xiao responded, “But I clearly seemed to have heard it…”

Searching his memory, Ying Feng quickly grabbed a book from the shelf and accurately flipped to a certain page. Ling Xiao leaned in to see.

—Mental communication: When the bond between the Qizhu and the Qizi, as well as their mental strength, reaches a certain value, they can mentally communicate. There are distance limitations to mental communication, usually directly proportional to mental strength. Using this ability also consumes mental strength.

Ling Xiao, always focusing on the wrong details, said, “What does it mean by feelings reaching a certain value? Who has such feelings with you?”

Ying Feng closed his eyes, concentrating slowly. The feeling from earlier gradually returned.

Ling Xiao!

Ling Xiao jumped up. “I heard it!”

It felt like a call within his mind.

Is it clear?

“Very clear!”

Then…

“Then what? There’s nothing after that!”

Ying Feng opened his eyes again. “I don’t know. My mental strength might have been depleted.”

“Just that much?” Ling Xiao thought they could at least chat for five minutes.

“I just grasped it; how much do you think I could have?”

Ling Xiao had a sudden idea. “In that case, I don’t need to study anymore, right? You can just tell me the answers during exams!”

Ying Feng’s eyes twitched. “You realize that’s cheating, right?”

“Of course not! Did you forget the Joint Combat Department’s enrollment brochure? This department primarily values the abilities between the Qizhu and the Qizi, as well as their emotional harmony. Isn’t mental communication the best proof?”

Ying Feng retorted emotionlessly, “Who just said our bond hasn’t reached that level?”

Ling Xiao awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth, regretting not having commented earlier. Why was he settling accounts after the fact?

On the other hand, Ying Feng was deep in thought. Although Ling Xiao’s analysis seemed far-fetched, it wasn’t entirely without merit. Being the only major in Royal Sky that required both parties to take an entrance exam, it was unlikely they’d only use traditional testing methods.

Ying Feng didn’t believe that the military academy would be unaware of the existence of psychic communication. Perhaps they might even employ some monitoring method they weren’t aware of. Yet this wasn’t mentioned in the exam instructions, which was suspicious.

What surprised him even more was that he had assumed Ling Xiao hadn’t considered the Joint Combat major when browsing online. Yet, Ling Xiao remembered the admission brochure in such detail. Could it be that he’d been interested in this major all along?

“Here’s what we’ll do.” Ying Feng concluded after some contemplation, making up his mind. “I can assist you, but you must also put in the effort. For a total score of 100, if you can solve questions worth 30 points, I’ll provide you with answers for another 30 to help you pass.”

Ling Xiao was thrilled. “So if I score 50 points on my own, you can help me get a full score?”

“Exactly,” Ying Feng promised. “That’s the deal.”

Ling Xiao was filled with renewed vigor. “No problem. I’ll study history diligently. But you also need to practice your mental strength. Don’t run out of energy after just a few words during the exam.”

“Deal.”

Ling Xiao held his fist up high in a gesture that took Ying Feng a moment to understand. Once he got it, he too extended his fist. Ling Xiao brought his down with force, and their fists bumped together in the air.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch53

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 53

[Player Wu Ren experiences abnormalities in his body.]

[Player Triggers Plot: People with low life points seem to be more susceptible to evil spirit contamination.]

This was the plot prompt that all players received at this moment. Before the players discovered the truth, the system still used the word “evil spirit”.

Through the mask, Zhou Qian couldn’t see if there was anything wrong with Wu Ren’s face. However, based on Lily’s symptoms, the first part of her to “monstrify” was her face. But the first reaction on Wu Ren seemed to be on his limbs.

Was everyone’s situation different?

Quickly confirming Wu Ren’s condition, Zhou Qian turned his head to look at the five witches. They walked very carefully and attentively, as if trying to conceal their actions. There was, of course, a reason for this.

When they just stepped off the bus and were about to walk up the mountain path, Eva had reminded everyone to be careful. This place was still within the town’s boundaries.

The mayor was still sending people to investigate, trying to find out what happened during the festival. And the townspeople, represented by the mayor, still despise witches. If the witches were discovered or even captured by them, the consequences are unimaginable.

As Zhou Qian looked at the witches, a sudden change occurred. Unexpectedly, Yin Jiujui shouted—

“This Wu Ren is a man, and he has been possessed by an evil spirit!”

If Yin Jiujui was really from the Peach Blossom Legion, she should be dealing with Zhou Qian. Why would she suddenly attack Wu Ren?

This place was already within the boundaries of Weir Mountain. It was unknown what horrific events occurred here, turning so many children into murderous monsters. Even if she wanted to kill Wu Ren, she shouldn’t act rashly at this time and place.

What was she trying to do?

At this moment, Qi Liuxing, who had been observing everything, was truly perplexed. His gambler was also perplexed. After much deliberation, he could only send him a message with the words: [Be careful.]

Zhou Qian, who also received the gambler’s message, got a message from his main doctor Li Xuehai: [Yin Jiujui’s actions are unusual; it’s uncertain if it’s a diversion.]

In the blink of an eye, Eva had already sprung into action. She pulled out something that looked like a gun from her black robe and glared at Wu Ren with hostile eyes.

At the same moment, Situ Qing saw three lines of text sent by Zhou Qian on her wrist system panel.

[We have been wondering whether to trust you or not. Now it’s your time to prove yourself.]

[If you want me to believe you, you have to believe me first, do exactly as I say.]

[I am not like Mu Sheng. I will not send you to your death.]

These three lines flickered and disappeared in a flash. Soon Situ Qing lifted her head and looked in the direction of Zhou Qian, and further ahead, Eva had raised her gun.

Zhou Qian suddenly shouted, “Situ Qing, stand in front of Wu Ren. Use the power of ice and snow to block the gun for him! The abnormal condition appearing in Wu Ren’s body is an important clue to solving the level; we can’t let him be killed by the witch!”

All my skills need to be charged. Zhou Qian knows this very well! My skills can’t be as fast as Eva’s gun!

How can I use skills to block the gun? 

Zhou Qian means… he obviously wants me to block Wu Ren with my body!

Is he sending me to death?

Can I trust him……

Time was only a second, but countless thoughts crossed Situ Qing’s mind. But when the dark muzzle slowly rose, she had no time to think about anything.

When there was no time to use reason and logic to help judge, people could only make choices based on instinct. And all instincts were traceable.

In this instant, all of Situ Qing’s senses and thoughts seemed to condense into a scene in her heart. It seemed like she had entered the illusion related to fire again. But this time, the fire in the rental home wasn’t an accident; it was deliberately set by her.

She always returned to that rental home with a weary body, but after returning, she often couldn’t rest; she had to clean and cook. By this point, the rental home just made her physically tired.

Every time she returned to the rental home, what she feared most in her heart was facing Mu Sheng. Facing his unpredictable temper, facing his jealousy and rage that could erupt at any time, or facing his tearful eyes and heartfelt “Sister, I love you”…

Now she saw herself setting fire to that rental home, burning Mu Sheng to death, as if she had finally burnt the karmic ties of her past life.

Finally, the illusion disappeared. Situ Qing’s back was filled with the burning and pain brought by the explosive shock wave. But she wasn’t afraid at all. Zhou Qian stood in the light of the fire extending his hand to her. Behind him were Yun Xiangrong, He Xiaowei, and even Gao Shan.

She knew she was walking towards rebirth.

“Come with me. Let me show you the real light.”

“You can join us. You will have a new life like all of us.”

“As long as you are willing to believe in me.”

Her original family was broken, so did joining the team mean another kind of family?

Would that family be different? Would it bring some warmth to her?

But they all didn’t trust her… and indeed, she wronged them…

“We do doubt you now.”

“If you want to prove you are trustworthy, then you have to trust me.”

“I’m not like Mu Sheng. I won’t send you to your death.”

Bang—!

The moment the gunshot sounded, Situ Qing had already come to Wu Ren’s side, opening her arms to block the shot for him. But she didn’t die after all. What Eva’s gun fired wasn’t a bullet, but some substance similar to electricity.

Situ Qing’s body bounced and then crashed to the ground, but she couldn’t feel the pain as her limbs seemed to be numbed by the electrical current.

At the same time, she also breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn’t find the situation dangerous, but instead felt relaxed.

She made the right bet. Zhou Qian really didn’t let her die!

“Situ Qing, are you alright? Can you move?” Zhou Qian’s voice came. “Grasp the stone next to you and show me.”

Situ Qing, leaning on the ground, gasped for a few breaths. She didn’t know why Zhou Qian was asking her to grasp the stone, but she picked up a stone anyway.

She tried and found she could lift the stone but couldn’t hold it for a few seconds. She didn’t even have the strength to throw it away and could only let it slip from her palm.

At this moment, Yin Jiujiu loudly pointed out to the five witches. “There are four men here!” The witches, shocked, watched as Yin Jiujiu quickly identified four males in the group, excluding Li Buhui. The other four witches then raised their guns and aimed at the four men dressed as women, including Zhou Qian.

“Run!” Zhou Qian immediately said.

“I-I can’t…run!” Wu Ren said in a hoarse voice. “My legs feel like millions of ants are biting—itchy and painful! Damn, now I know how inconvenient it is to wear a skirt!”

“Xiao Qi and I will help you run!”

After saying this, Zhou Qian gave Qi Liuxing a look, and the two each supported one arm of Wu Ren and instantly hid in the nearby bushes.

Thanks to the mutated trees, the normal bushes became tall and dense, and the three disappeared in an instant. Ke Yuxiao followed suit, disappearing with them into the wilderness.

“We know this place better than they do. They can’t escape. Chase!” Eva sternly ordered, leading the other four witches towards the direction Zhou Qian and the others had fled.

At this time, Situ Qing was still lying on the ground. Her numbness was somewhat relieved, but she still couldn’t muster any strength. She was also a bit confused about the situation and didn’t know what was going on.

Taking a breath, Situ Qing barely turned her head, frowning at Yin Jiujiu’s position.

“Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?” she asked weakly.

“I’ve long seen through the so-called… relationships between each member of Zhou Qian’s small team,” Yin Jiujiu said, walking towards Situ Qing. “Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing must trust each other the most, Ke Yuxiao is also okay. But you are somewhat lacking. Besides, under this setting of witches against warlocks, he can exploit you even more. As expected—”

“He also didn’t know what the witches’ guns were. He wanted to test it, so he let you block the gun for Wu Ren. Through your experiment, he probed out the result.”

“Of course, I think he actually didn’t intend to let you die.”

“Firstly, if the witches have guns that can kill… why didn’t the instance give some clues in advance? All the ‘monsters’ were cut with a knife, and warlocks need to be tied up and burned.”

“It seems now that their guns are just something similar to stun guns, only capable of rendering people immobile. The reason why warlocks could be easily caught and tied up by them is also due to this.”

“So Zhou Qian guessed it—the guns wouldn’t be fatal. He just wanted you to test the real utility of these guns.”

“Secondly, in this instance, the only ones the witches want to kill are the warlocks. But you are not a man. Even if you lose your ability to move, the witches won’t kill you. So, regardless of the internal relationships within your small team, the reason Zhou Qian let you test the gun is very simple. Just because you are the only girl in your team.”

“If a man gets hit and caught by a gun, he will die. But you will be fine. This is the reason he chose to let you experiment. So…”

At this moment, Yin Jiujiu had already walked up to Situ Qing.

She took out a gourd-shaped wine bottle, opened the lid, and took a big gulp, then looked down at Situ Qing with cold eyes. “By saying this, maybe you will feel a bit better, right?”

“Zhou Qian didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t abandon you either. Under the special setting of this instance, he just did something he thought had relatively high benefits. He thought letting you test the gun could temporarily save other teammates and also keep you alive. But he didn’t expect one thing…”

Crouching down and grabbing Situ Qing’s chin, Yin Jiujiu said fiercely, “He didn’t know that the person I really want to kill is you!”

At this moment, Situ Qing really felt incredulous and asked, “Why?”

She quickly realized something and said, “I get it, Mu Sheng sent you, didn’t he? He hates me for betraying him? Or… are you from the Peach Blossom Legion? My mission failed, and you want to get rid of me? But I haven’t officially joined them. I don’t know any secrets of the legion—”

“What Peach Blossom, what Mu Sheng? I don’t know them at all!” Yin Jiujiu coldly snorted. “It seems you forgot about Meng Hui!”

Who is Meng Hui…

It took Situ Qing quite a while to remember this person.

She once wanted to level up quickly, so she rapidly ran instances, and of course, she met a lot of teammates and witnessed many deaths.

Meng Hui seemed to be one of her former teammates who died quietly, and she even can’t remember how that person died now.

Situ Qing looked into Yin Jiujiu’s murderous eyes and said, “I remember her. But her death has nothing to do with me. I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding is in this—”

Yin Jiujiu’s voice was full of anger. “Stop pretending! I was her gambler at that time. I saw clearly from the screen that you let her die!”

“Meng Hui was my best friend. Situ Qing, I entered this game and waited until today just to kill you. This instance finally gave me a chance, and I won’t miss it. I must avenge Meng Hui!”

Yin Jiujiu continued, “You might think I am crazy, might think I am insane—how dare I kill other teammates at this time, just to avenge my friend?

“To make you die more peacefully and feel less guilty, I can tell you another fact—”

“The witches now will only tie up men and then go to the square to burn them. Apart from the fact that they don’t have a weapon that can kill in one hit, they need a sense of ritual. For the things the warlocks did to them, they want to retaliate.”

“But I am a woman. I am absolutely safe here. So, when Zhou Qian and the others get caught and tied up, I will save them. I only have a grudge against you, not others.”

“The reason why I have to let them be temporarily controlled by the witches and choose to do it at this time is only one—under normal circumstances, I can’t beat you. But now you are injured by the witches’ weapon, and now at my mercy.”

“I’ve told you everything—the cause and effect of killing you and the subsequent situation of your teammates.”

“Situ Qing, you can now rest in peace.”

Yin Jiujiu said all she had to say.

She lifted the wine bottle high, and the liquor inside it condensed into an ice spike. The ice spike formed, accompanied by the pungent smell of wine, and stabbed straight towards Situ Qing’s forehead, who was lying on the ground, unable to move!


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