Escape From the Asylum Ch35

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 35

In front of Building A, the bodies of two snipers lay silently on the ground.

Zhou Qian didn’t let his team go out for the time being but waited for three minutes.

During these three minutes, ghostly whispers continued to emanate from the building. No new snipers emerged from inside or outside, and no other potentially lurking S Army troops nearby noticed any anomalies and rushed over.

Thus, after confirming that there were only these two snipers here, Zhou Qian gestured and walked over with his other three teammates.

In less than half a minute, they quickly stripped the two corpses of their bullets, guns, and other tools.

During the process, He Xiaowei tried to strip off their clothes, thinking that if they could wear the uniforms of the S Army, maybe they could blend in later on. But he realized he couldn’t do that.

Because these gunmen had no faces and no tangible clothes. They were like shadows formed into human shapes, able to see, hear, speak, and kill, but they weren’t really humans.

While his teammates gathered the spoils, Zhou Qian slowly walked to a spot 200 meters directly in front of the building, illuminated by a streetlight. He bent down, and after a while, he found a dull scale that hadn’t been washed away.

He reached out, placing the scale in his palm, and stared at it intently, as if deep in thought.

He Xiaowei came over with a gun, squatted next to him, and also looked at the scale. After a while, he patted Zhou Qian on the shoulder. “You’re quite an enigma. You don’t seem as cold-blooded as you appear.”

“Huh?” Zhou Qian asked in surprise. “Do I come off as ruthless? I feel like I’ve been very friendly to all of you. Haven’t I?”

He Xiaowei: “…”

Putting the gathered bullets and gunpowder into their bags, He Xiaowei then asked, “Ahem… What’s with that dragon? Is it some kind of… mental creation of yours?”

When players exited the game, all their injuries would be healed. So, He Xiaowei speculated that they didn’t enter this game with their bodies but with their minds.

Their training and leveling up in the game were actually upgrades on a spiritual level. Therefore, it was entirely possible for the mind to differentiate itself into some creature or even a human within the game world.

Zhou Qian, looking at the scale in his hand, said, “It might be. But I feel… they are not entirely the product of my mind alone.”

He Xiaowei was puzzled. “Huh? What do you mean? If not just yours, then whose?”

Zhou Qian remained silent, recalling how the little dragon seemed to have its own consciousness the previous night, heading towards Room 701 with a clear goal—Jiang Yuqing.

Zhou Qian was led into the game by a dragon. Although everything since then related to his own choices and all the hidden instances were opened through his own efforts, he always felt as if someone was expecting him to follow a predestined path.

Zhou Qian clearly didn’t like being “arranged”. After all, he was always the one arranging others.

But at that moment, he didn’t say much more. He just packed up the scale, stood up, and looked back at Situ Qing and Yun Xiangrong. “Let’s go. Our next target is Building B.”

……

Half an hour later, the snipers in Buildings A, B, and C had all been dealt with in a similar manner by Zhou Qian’s team. Now, the city’s second safe zone was theirs for the taking.

In games, monsters usually appeared where important treasures were. After killing these monsters, apart from what you could loot from their bodies, searching their surroundings would often lead to finding valuable items.

This pattern held true in this instance too. The four of them gained a lot, finding many weapons, including smoke grenades, flashbangs, and explosives.

Now better armed, they set up explosives as traps on a main road, anticipating the incoming S Army from the outskirts. Then they hid in Building A, the building closest to the west pier.

Upon entering the building, they were surrounded by a horde of ghosts. But quickly, all four took out their Seventh Army uniforms, and the ghosts joyfully welcomed them.

“Ah, the Seventh Army is here!”

“They’ve come to save us!”

“Are you tired? Thirsty?”

Zhou Qian only said one thing to the ghosts, “The S Army will arrive soon. Within ten seconds, you need to extinguish all the lights. After that, no one should speak. We will set an ambush here.”

Once Zhou Qian finished speaking, the ghosts immediately complied. Their shared hatred for the S Army enabled them to swiftly complete Zhou Qian’s instructions.

True to his word, within ten seconds, all the lights in Building A went out. Furthermore, the building fell silent, with none of the ghosts speaking.

Of course, before returning to Building A, Zhou Qian and his group had given the same instructions to the ghosts in Buildings B and C. From a distance, all three buildings appeared silent and dark, as if nothing had happened recently. It seemed as though S Army snipers were still lurking there.

After choosing an optimal vantage point at the top of Building A, the four-member squad took their positions to ambush.

About five minutes later, members of the S Army started to arrive. They came from three directions—east, north, and west—covering all directions that Buildings A, B, and C faced.

The most significant group headed towards building A, as it was the closest path to the second main road, right into the ambush set by Zhou Qian. The smaller squads took other paths, heading in the west and north directions.

Only the southern direction was unoccupied.

Zhou Qian considered three possibilities.

First, the wasteland might genuinely have landmines.

Second, countless citizens of Cypress City were buried there, making it a cemetery. But since the area lacked items like dog blood and talisman paper, perhaps the S Army was superstitious and chose to avoid it.

Third, with only a few trees and no buildings, the wasteland offered little cover; it was unlikely that Jiang Yuqing would be hiding there, so there was no need for the S Army to search that area.

From the top of Building A, Zhou Qian watched a large troop approach using his binoculars. They didn’t head straight to the main road. Instead, they methodically searched house by house, looking for Jiang Yuqing. People kept entering and exiting houses. Those exiting shook their heads to indicate that Jiang Yuqing wasn’t found.

Once the troop finished searching the whole street and was sure Jiang Yuqing wasn’t there, Zhou Qian signaled Yun Xiangrong. She immediately took out her flute and played a soft note.

The flute’s sound was melodious but subtle from the building’s height. As she played, soft willow catkins surrounded her. In the past, these fluffs could heal wounds. Now, they became weapons.

However, this time, Yun Xiangrong’s weapon wasn’t the catkins itself. She used it as a medium. As the catkins gathered, He XIaowei quickly ignited it with a lighter. The catkins transformed into glowing embers and dispersed as Yun Xiangrong played a more urgent tune. The embers floated out of the building and began to fall.

Discussions erupted among the S Army below.

“What’s that?”

“Fireflies? Are there fireflies in Cypress City?”

“That doesn’t seem right!”

“What harm can fireflies do?”

Suddenly, the dark night was lit up by countless falling sparks, resembling a meteor shower. But this beautiful sight was deadly.

The embers aimed not at the troops on the road but at the edges. The faint “pop” sounds were the fuses of the hidden explosives igniting—a sound all too familiar to veterans.

“It’s an ambush!”

After a shout, the well-trained troops scattered. But it was too late. Explosions resonated throughout the street, turning it into an inferno. The flames, like a monster, devoured every escaping S Army member.

On the main road, the entire S Army troops were obliterated. The flames almost turned the sky red.

The S Army squads from other directions realized the danger and ran with their guns drawn. However, by this time, Zhou Qian and his group had already silently left Building A, heading straight to the last “safe zone”—the core area of Cypress City!

……

Leaving the second main road, Changjiang Road, the four players checked along the way for any signs of dog blood and amulets on the ground while moving forward in the dark.

When they reached a certain point, Zhou Qian made a gesture, and all four of them stopped.

The reason he wanted everyone to stop was simple: about five hundred meters away, almost every place was brightly lit.

Why, in the central area of the city, were all the lights on in every household?

Zhou Qian suppressed the doubts in his heart and rearranged the team into pairs. After grouping, everyone did the same thing as before—climbing trees or getting on top of buildings to check the situation in the city center and see which tall buildings had talismans around them.

The central area of the city was relatively small, covering an area of about three kilometers in diameter. This time, it took less than ten minutes for them to roughly check the area and regroup.

However, everyone looked serious. The situation seemed much more complicated than they had imagined.

Not far ahead was the very center of the city. The largest building there was a school.

The school had many buildings, and one of its towers was the tallest structure in that area, a place Zhou Qian was keen to take control of.

Three sides of the school were surrounded by wide, straight roads connected to many alleys and various buildings, while the remaining side had a row of low houses.

Initially, the players speculated that most of the S Army was on the outskirts of the city, fearing the numerous ghosts in the city. They let two children slowly sprinkle dog blood and paste talismans until most of the ghosts were sealed.

Under such circumstances, the number of S Army members who initially entered the city center would not be large, approximately the same as the snipers in the three ABC buildings.

However, their findings contradicted this. Fortunately, they stopped in time. Starting from about 300 meters ahead, almost everywhere was covered in talismans. In the dark night, the many bright yellow talismans almost formed a river, laid out on every road.

This suggested that there could be ambushes in every building in the city’s core area.

“What the hell is going on?” He Xiaowei whispered in shock. “Not only are there so many S Army on the outskirts, but there are also so many in the core area! We initially thought there were hardly any people here!”

Zhou Qian slightly frowned, then said, “So we need to revise our initial judgment. But if you think about it, this makes more sense. Remember the two plot points we triggered?”

“Yeah,” He Xiaowei immediately replied. “The first was about marrying a ghost bride, and the second was being robbed by ghost children on the main street!”

“Right, in both plots, Da Shou and Xiao Pang appeared. They first went to the place of the marriage ceremony and then to the main street. Compared to the outermost main street, the alley where the ghost bride event occurred is closer to the city center. So,” Zhou Qian continued, “we can infer that these two children started from the center of the city and moved outwards. Therefore, based on our current observations, the real situation might be that a team from the S Army arrived in Cypress City first and directly reached the core of the city. Da Shou and Xiao Pang might have been in the very center of the city from the beginning.”

For various reasons, a team from the S Army came to the city’s core area first.

It could be speculated that there were no landmines or the like in this area because these people need to run around here. That was why they pasted talismans all over this place.

From the beginning, Da Shou and Xiao Pang were brought by this S Army team to the very core of the city. It was this team of the S Army that forced them to move from the city’s core area, scattering talismans all the way to the west pier, paving a path for the rest of the large forces to easily enter the city center.

So, the two children started from the city center and moved towards the outskirts, leaving talismans in many ghost-prone areas under the S Army’s instructions. They also placed many talismans in tall buildings where snipers might be stationed.

In this way, they first encountered the ghost bride, sealed her, and then retreated to the city’s outermost main street, where they tried to seal a large number of ghosts.

Hearing this, He Xiaowei couldn’t help but ask, “When a unit from the S Army initially arrived at the center of Cypress City… what were they there for?”

Yun Xiangrong replied, “Perhaps it’s related to the storyline. Isn’t there a school in the city center? Maybe there’s some kind of laboratory inside. Or perhaps Jiang Yuqing left some notes at that university. They needed to search the school. Jiang Yuqing’s notes are crucial, so despite the ghosts not being sealed, they went in first.”

Zhou Qian, who was sitting in a tree, squinted towards the direction of the school.

“Actually, the full sequence of events could be that a contingent of the S Army first arrived in Cypress City, and at the same time, they captured Jiang Yuqing.”

“Maybe, as Yun Xiangrong suggested, Jiang Yuqing had visited this school before and left something behind; or perhaps a professor here was classmates with Jiang Yuqing and knew some related information and wrote down some draft notes related to formulas…”

“In any case, this S Army brought Jiang Yuqing to the school, forcing him to write down the formula while simultaneously searching the school.”

After a brief pause, Zhou Qian continued, “However, later on, Jiang Yuqing was rescued. Meanwhile, all the exits from this city were occupied by the S Army. This pretty much ensured that Jiang Yuqing hadn’t left the city and is still hiding somewhere. Afterward, they arranged for children to spread talisman papers and other things. Due to the ghost disturbances, some people retreated to the pier, but because the mission was urgent, others continued to stay around the school searching for information.”

“My guess now… is that, based on the principle that the most dangerous place is often the safest, Jiang Yuqing is hiding in that school, or nearby. The troops outside the city will search layer by layer, but those left inside are also scouring every inch for him. So maybe… Jiang Yuqing will soon be found. Moreover, the above speculations indicate a very important matter.”

With a tense expression, He Xiaowei hurriedly asked, “What important matter?”

Zhou Qian’s gaze became grave. “The S Army currently located in the city center is the vanguard. This means they are the real invading force. The citizens all over the city… were first slaughtered by them!”

The elite force that invaded Cypress City and massacred its residents was right now in the city center. Those on the pier were partly the reserve force, arriving only after the vanguard successfully captured Cypress City.

As such, the combat capabilities of the S Army in the city center might be entirely unmatched by the small fries they had encountered before. They were a formidable team, but also extremely brutal.

Having understood many key points, Yun Xiangrong couldn’t help but frown. “This level… cannot possibly be just a level-two difficulty. Where does the 60% pass rate come from?”

At this moment, Situ Qing glanced at Zhou Qian next to her and said, “I guess there are two main tasks. If we hadn’t completed the side quest named ‘Check and Balance’ yesterday, today’s main task would be much easier.”

“But now… we’re going for hidden achievement. So this mission seems too hard. Not to mention that the enemies in the city center are very tough to deal with. Even if we manage to deal with them… we have no idea how many are at the pier. How can the four of us go against an entire army?”

After discussing for a while, the three players looked at Zhou Qian with indescribable expressions. They saw Zhou Qian casually taking out a piece of paper and a pen, starting to sketch out a map of the city center.

He then said, “The elite S Army inside is elite, but they are just more accurate snipers, stronger and more brutal. However, their weapon configurations must be similar; they won’t suddenly bring out a powerful weapon that deviates from the game’s logic to deal with us.”

“Moreover, having slaughtered the city, they’ve likely used up a lot of their ammunition, significantly weakening their strength since their siege. Lastly, there must be a way to clear the game. If the three safe zones are seen as three small levels, then the rules given in the first two levels must also apply to the third one.”

“Otherwise, the storylines and levels provided earlier would be meaningless. If game designers capriciously changed the rules, then this isn’t a game. Why wouldn’t they just kill players outright?”

“Therefore, avoiding light can prevent sniping; cleaning up dog blood and removing talisman papers can unseal the ghosts. These rules will continue to apply. Let’s think positively; the only added difficulty in the final level is that previously, we only had to deal with Buildings A, B, and C. Now, the area we have to cover is just a bit larger.”

Everyone thought to themselves—This is what you call a bit larger?

In the urban core area, everywhere was littered with talisman papers and dog blood. All the places were brightly lit, making it impossible for them to hide. Another 500 meters, and they would be exposed under all those lights.

How the hell were they supposed to handle this?

Situ Qing was the first to speak. “Cleaning up such a vast area of dog blood will deplete my mana. Without it, we won’t be able to use our abilities against the S Army. Sniping by myself… I doubt I can take them all down.”

He Xiaowei sighed repeatedly. “I wish I had learned to shoot earlier.”

Yun Xiangrong bluntly said, “Even if you had learned earlier, it wouldn’t make a difference. Given the vast difference in numbers, whether Situ Qing is the only one sniping or both of you are, the outcome will be the same. We have to think of another way.”

He Xiaowei was taken aback. “What do you mean by that?”

However, Yun Xiangrong turned to Zhou Qian and asked, “So, what’s your plan?”

Zhou Qian quickly drew a rough sketch on a draft paper, then he highlighted a path. “Based on our two teams’ reconnaissance, I’ve drawn a map. The path I’ve marked has the fewest talismans, dog blood, and lights combined.”

“All three of you, cooperate and do one thing.”

“Yun Xiangrong, follow this path and use willow catkins to cover the streetlights, bit by bit, silently. After covering one-third of the distance, as you continue to cover the lights ahead, blow away the catkins from behind so that the previously obscured lights light up again, so it doesn’t seem suspicious if the entire path goes dark.

“He Xiaowei and Situ Qing should follow the previous method and clean up the talisman papers and dog blood on this path.”

“If we’re only dealing with this path… our mana should be more than enough. But—” Yun Xiangrong glanced at Zhou Qian’s map. “Does this path lead to that school?”

“Yes. Following this route, we can pass through a row of residential houses and reach the school. From my observations, it’s the back entrance of the school.”

Zhou Qian elaborated further, “Since the S Army’s primary target is the school, it’s likely the first place where a massacre occurred. Da Shou and Xiao Pang might have been nearby, possibly even attending school here. The S Army might have decided to keep them after seeing the talisman on them and realizing they knew some occult techniques.”

Zhou Qian circled the location of the school and added, “The school’s labs, library, or offices are suitable for Jiang Yuqing to write. So after the S Army finds Jiang Yuqing, they’re likely to bring him to the school.

“Instead of trying to infiltrate the school later, we should take advantage of the fact that the main forces haven’t arrived yet and sneak in now. That’s the first reason for heading to the school.”

“As for the second reason—” Zhou Qian’s tone grew solemn. “Given the high probability of a massacre at the school, there must be many ghosts here. So, by breaking the seals, we can utilize a lot of spirits.”

“This means going deep into enemy territory and turning the tables.”

……

After about seven more minutes, following Zhou Qian’s method, the four successfully navigated the narrow path and reached the back door of the school directly.

Inside was the school’s rear playground.

The night seemed incredibly long and heavy.

There was no moonlight to be seen, but the lights from the edge of the playground revealed bones scattered all over.

How many students, teachers, and citizens were massacred here?

Hiding behind the wall next to the back door, the players felt an overwhelming weight on their hearts.

Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed near the back door, and everyone quickly retreated to a nearby house.

While they were clearing the talisman papers and dog blood earlier, they had unsealed many ghosts. Not only did they ask them to stay quiet, but they also had them scout the area, confirming that at least this row of houses had no S Army. The reason for the talismans here was likely that the S Army needed to search the houses for information, look for Jiang Yuqing, and collect supplies.

At this very moment, they all crouched low, hiding in a civilian house. Separated by two walls, they could hear the back door being opened.

The sound of heavy military boots resonated in the alleyway.

A voice from an S Army soldier soon followed. It was him speaking to someone over a walkie-talkie.

“Yes, notify the main troops outside the city that Jiang Yuqing has been found. There’s no need for them to continue searching everywhere.”

“Where was he? Haha, there’s an old saying here that it’s darkest under the lamplight*. Turns out it’s true. He was actually hiding in the school’s cafeteria! There’s a very concealed basement under the wine cellar. Damn… how much effort did it cost us?”

*A colloquialism referring to not seeing or noticing things and events close to them. It stems from the idea that although the lamp illuminates its surroundings, the area right beneath it might remain in the dark or in shadow.

“Of course, we’ve already tied him up.”

“What’s the next plan? Haha, did you know, besides Jiang Yuqing, there are also quite a few students and teachers in that basement. I suspect there are also some of their national intelligence agents. Probably around twenty or so in total.”

“Hmm… send out the message to tie Jiang Yuqing and those people up in the schoolyard.”

“Have Jiang Yuqing start writing the formula immediately. Of course, we have plenty of time to wait for him, but every ten minutes, we will shoot one of his compatriots! Until he completes it!”


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Qizi Ch35

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 35

Ying Feng sat alone on the bench in the corridor of the medical building. Subconsciously, he continued his usual habit, taking out the peach pit and slowly rubbing it in his hand. But the calmness he usually felt when doing this was absent today. Instead, he felt more restless, and the object in his hand mysteriously seemed heavier, prompting him to hastily put it away.

Ling Xiao spent much more time inside than he did. He wondered what Yao Tai could be discussing with him that would take so long. The corridor was quiet, and he could faintly hear some sounds from the room. If he wished, he could listen more clearly. But he deliberately turned off the part of his brain that processes external information, turning the conversation behind the wall into an indistinguishable blur.

After what felt like an eternity, the closed door finally opened, and Yao Tai escorted Ling Xiao out herself.

“You should go and pack your belongings now. It might be too late if you delay any further. I’ll inform you if there’s anything else.”

Ying Feng didn’t understand what she meant by “pack your belongings” until after Ling Xiao had left. Only then did Yao Tai say to him, “You can come in now.”

Upon re-entering the medical room, Yao Tai remained silent, merely staring at Ying Feng with an indecipherable expression, making him uneasy.

“What’s the matter?” Finally, even someone of Ying Feng’s temperament couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer and had to ask.

“You two have already… done it, haven’t you?”

The bluntness of her question caught Ying Feng off guard, and there was a brief moment of unease on his face before he tacitly confirmed.

Actually, it was quite evident. When Ling Xiao took off his shirt, Yao Tai had spotted something suspicious, and his medical report solidified that observation.

“Other than that, I can’t think of any reason that would suppress the side effects raging within Ling Xiao. According to the medication records from the medical station, they didn’t even administer a purifying agent to Ling Xiao. That both of you, by some twist of fate, managed to save each other’s lives—even as a scientist, I have to admit that sometimes destiny is indeed magical.”

No matter how mature and composed Ying Feng usually appeared, he had only just become an adult less than a day ago. He couldn’t discuss such matters as casually as Yao Tai. So even if he didn’t fully understand some parts of her explanation, he pretended to be indifferent and refrained from asking.

Recognizing his discomfort on the topic, Yao Tai moved on without elaborating and placed two medical reports in front of Ying Feng.

“When Ling Xiao was at the medical station, his psychological assessment was low risk. In less than two hours, it became high risk. Can you explain why?”

Ying Feng hadn’t expected such a drastic change. “He was taken directly from the medical station to the detention center by military personnel. But we quickly bailed him out. The entire process didn’t exceed half an hour,” he summarized succinctly.

Yao Tai had suspected as much. “Ling Xiao’s current psychological assessment is Level E, which is high risk. Level F is a severe warning level, akin to the mental state Lan Sheng was in. If Ling Xiao drops to F, for safety reasons, we must isolate him. However, I really don’t want to do that. Even the most advanced medical treatments can’t compare to the company of a Qizhu. Forced isolation often leads to the Qizi’s mental state deteriorating further, eventually reaching Level G.”

“And once the psychological rating drops to Level G, the suicide rate is 99%. The only difference is between succeeding or failing. Even though Ling Xiao appears calm on the surface, this tranquility could be a sign of utter despair. This must be taken very seriously.”

“No matter whether you two were brought together by choice or circumstance, what’s done is done. He is now your Qizi. You have the responsibility to protect him.”

“A Qizi, especially one who has just completed the coming-of-age ceremony, is easily influenced by their Qizhu. Your words, actions, and behavior can push them towards extremities. The ten days following the coming-of-age ceremony are crucial. Any minor misstep could result in irreversible psychological damage.”

“The colder you are towards him, the more his unease will intensify. Once negative emotions accumulate to a certain level, he might resort to self-harm or even worse outcomes. As a school doctor who has witnessed nearly a hundred tragedies, I am not exaggerating the gravity of the situation.”

Ying Feng fell silent for a moment. “What do you want me to do?”

“Embrace and caress, care for every detail. These can alleviate the unease of a new Qizi, depending on whether you’re willing to do it.”

“What if I’m not willing?”

“Then control him. Control his heart, dominate his actions, and prevent him from harming himself.”

“How do I do that?”

“Focus on breaking through his mental barrier. Regardless of how much he resists or how much pain he displays, ignore it.”

“Is this how you treated the doctor before?”

“We’re different. I never faced such dire circumstances. I took ample time to gradually weaken his mental defenses, slowly penetrating his heart. It took me about six months to master this ability.”

“How can you be sure that the ability you took half a year to master, I can acquire in such a short time?”

“As long as you focus, you can do it. It shouldn’t be difficult for you.”

“If it’s so simple, why couldn’t Ping Zong do it?”

“Because he had feelings for Lan Sheng. Do you have feelings for Ling Xiao?”

Yao Tai hit the nail on the head, and Ying Feng didn’t respond.

“Ying Feng, Lan Sheng, and Ping Zong were your classmates too. You were there when the accident happened. I believe it must have affected you. Can you bear to see Ling Xiao follow in their footsteps?”

“You’ve been classmates with Ling Xiao for ten years. Even if there isn’t love, isn’t there some sort of camaraderie? Please, I don’t want to see another soul leave this academy.”

Ying Feng’s gaze flickered, avoiding her expectant look.

“There’s one more thing, perhaps, as the school doctor, I shouldn’t say. Out of all the tenth graders, the two I least wish to face during the coming-of-age ceremony are you two.”

“But if you two inevitably face each other, a winner must be decided.” Yao Tai’s gaze was complicated as she looked at him. “Ying Feng, I hope it’s you.”

Ying Feng was slightly moved.

“I admit, it’s unfair to Ling Xiao to think this way, but if you lose, I know you wouldn’t choose to live.”

“But if Ling Xiao loses, whether he can survive depends on you, and moreover…”

Yao Tai’s voice suddenly stopped, and Ying Feng found it odd. “Moreover what?”

I’ve already been humiliated enough. Please let me retain the last bit of my dignity.

Yao Tai shook her head, dismissing the lingering image from her mind. “Never mind, Ling Xiao should be waiting outside your dorm by now. You should hurry back.”

“Why is he waiting outside?”

“Don’t you know? Qizi doesn’t have the right to own a key card. Once he becomes a Qizi, his card will be demagnetized, and his dorm will be canceled. He can only stay with you. This is also for his psychological well-being. Being alone would make him anxious, especially at night. Remember my words, only you can help him.”

Yao Tai saw Ying Feng out. When he was out of sight, she turned to find someone standing in the dark corridor.

“Principal? Why are you here?”

The principal slowly emerged. “I was worried, so I came to check.”

“I’ve said everything. As to whether they can do it,” Yao Tai wasn’t very hopeful, “it’s up to them.”

“What do you think will happen?”

Yao Tai sighed deeply and shook her head. “If someone doesn’t realize their feelings in time, by the time they do, it’s often too late.”

……

Ying Feng returned to his dorm to find Ling Xiao indeed waiting outside.

He and his luggage were standing there alone, resembling a homeless stray dog.

Ying Feng slowed his pace, stretching out the time to absorb this scene. Lost in thought, Ling Xiao only noticed him at the last second.

He immediately turned his head, this moment felt even more awkward than when Ying Feng had cruelly pinned him to a door during a previous encounter.

Ying Feng entered without another word, leaving the door ajar without inviting Ling Xiao in. Ling Xiao hesitated for a long time before finally stepping inside. The layout of Ying Feng’s room was the same as his own. He now understood why single dorm rooms had double beds. Recalling how he had once joked it was to prevent falling off during sleep seemed so absurd now.

Ying Feng showed no reaction to the sudden addition of someone in his bedroom, as if Ling Xiao’s presence or absence had nothing to do with him.

Without saying a word, he went about his own business—brushing, turning off the lights, going to bed. Ling Xiao stood there as if he were a redundant decoration. However, even decorations could have aesthetic value, yet the master of the room didn’t even bother to give him a sparing glance.

With the lights off, Ling Xiao actually felt slightly better. He looked at the bed, where Ying Feng had already lain down, occupying the left half, leaving the entire right side empty.

Ling Xiao remembered that in the past, Ying Feng had refused to share a tent with anyone, preferring to sleep outside rather than share a bed. However, looking around, there was nowhere for Ling Xiao to lay his own bedding, especially since his sleeping bag had been taken to their training location and was now missing.

After what seemed like ages of standing in the dark, Ling Xiao finally took a reluctant step.

Although Ying Feng was lying down, he wasn’t asleep until the rustling sounds from within the room reached him. He heard Ling Xiao enter the bathroom, followed by the sound of water. Soon, the water stopped, and footsteps approached the bed.

Ying Feng could imagine the internal struggle Ling Xiao was facing. After an unknown length of time, Ying Feng felt the bed shift, indicating that Ling Xiao had finally lain down, being careful not to be noticed.

Ling Xiao occupied a small edge on the other side of the bed, leaving an entire shoulder-width gap between them on the double bed—enough space for another person to lie comfortably.

The room was incredibly silent. Neither made a sound. This was their “wedding night,” and it had arrived without fanfare.

……

Ying Feng was indeed not suitable for sharing a space with others. It took him a long time to drift into sleep, but he was soon awakened by a peculiar noise.

Propping himself up and turning around, he saw Ling Xiao, who had previously laid down, now curled up in a corner. Despite his efforts to control himself, he was trembling. It was this shaking that had awakened Ying Feng.

Ling Xiao bit hard on his wrist to stifle any noise, his eyes fixed on a spot. Ying Feng remembered learning in class that this method could be used to concentrate and not lose consciousness when experiencing extreme pain.

Because of his ability to perceive any slight illumination in the dark, Ling Xiao’s translucent eyes appeared exceptionally bright, almost as if they glowed. But the emotions they held weren’t of vigor but of fear and unease.

So, this was the dreadful night of the so-called “chaotic period”. If Ying Feng hadn’t witnessed it, he would never have imagined someone with Ling Xiao’s strong-willed nature showing such vulnerability.

“You…”

Before Ying Feng could say more, a pillow was thrown at him. After swatting it away, he saw a Ling Xiao, unlike the daytime version, anger glaring from those luminous eyes, seemingly furious that his current state was seen by Ying Feng.

“Mind your own business!” His voice was out of control, almost hysterical.

Known for being more assertive than anyone, Ying Feng’s concern evaporated. He turned over and ignored Ling Xiao’s current state, pushing away any thoughts of the chaotic period.

For Ling Xiao, every time he closed his eyes, he felt like he was in an endless void. Sometimes floating, sometimes spinning, sometimes in an eternal free fall.

In the infirmary Yao Tai advised that without physical contact between the Qizi and their Qizhu, it would be like their souls were separated, making sleep impossible at night. But Ling Xiao would rather maintain his pride in front of Ying Feng. However, he never expected even this humiliating moment to be witnessed by him.

Thinking the day was long, he found the night seemed much longer. As dawn broke, the feeling of disconnection finally faded, but his energy was drained.

Having his sleep disrupted, Ying Feng woke up later than usual. Upon waking, he noticed a distinct change in his body. Even though this change occurred during the pre-awakening period, it wasn’t as intense as now.

Before Ying Feng fully awoke, Ling Xiao pretended to be asleep. After a quick glance at him, Ying Feng headed to the bathroom to take care of his “trouble”. When he returned, he found Ling Xiao up and about, heading into the bathroom himself.

Ying Feng had no idea that Ling Xiao couldn’t sleep at all. He thought that after experiencing what happened last night, Ling Xiao might sleep a little longer. Hence, in a not-so-friendly tone, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Ling Xiao answered even more coldly, “Going to school.”

Ying Feng reminded him, “You’re on leave.” A full fifteen-day honeymoon leave. He had unintentionally heard other students discussing this leave before, and their tones were rather intriguing.

Ling Xiao was well aware. He was one of those who discussed this leave with an intriguing tone, often saying that it wasn’t a vacation but a honeymoon leave. This probably meant they were kept so busy by their Qizhu that they couldn’t go out. Precisely for this reason, he was more determined to attend class.

“I don’t need it,” he declared, and then forcefully closed the bathroom door.


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Sendoff Ch118

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 118: A Small Move

“Details or not, what’s the difference? I’m here, so I certainly didn’t come to assist Wu Huai. Once you catch him, whether to kill or to torture, Chigou will not interfere.”

Hua Jingchun didn’t answer directly.

Shi Jingzhi didn’t plan to persuade further; he hummed with realization. “My apologies.”

Yin Ci looked coldly at Hua Jingchun. She didn’t know the identity of the members of the Kushan sect, so naturally, they didn’t pry too much. However, based on Protector Hua’s knowledge of Wu Huai, if she said they didn’t know each other, he would never believe it.

But as Hua Jingchun said, just capture Wu Huai and draw out the Immortal Assembly. He had no interest in their relationship—he and Shi Jingzhi had more pressing matters to attend to.

“A’Ci looks good in black.” Shi Jingzhi took off his old person disguise and changed into his night attire, revealing only his eyes. “Once our sect has money, I’ll change our uniform to black.”

Yin Ci was amused. Shi Jingzhi, truly lived up to his name as a “Child of Desire”. While his life wasn’t guaranteed, he was fantasizing about the future uniform of the Kushan Sect. This made Yin Ci reflect on something—for some reason, Shi Jingzhi liked to discuss the “future” with him more and more.

Whenever he talked about the future, he was always excited and no longer showed fear towards death.

However, the stronger the hope, the thicker the despair when hope was lost. For a moment, Yin Ci didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. He pressed his buzzing head, trying to shake off those thoughts.

“The current one is fine, no need to change. Shizun looks better in brighter colors. Otherwise, someone might kidnap you.”

Shi Jingzhi’s face always had a certain seductive charm. Now, after his near-death experience, the corners of his lips always had a playful smirk, making him look even more cunning. If he also wore black, he would surely be mistaken for a demon.

Shi Jingzhi chuckled, glancing sideways at Yin Ci. “A’Ci is right. I have to be safe and sound until you propose to me. Speaking of which, I’m having trouble placing this tranquility charm. I’m afraid it’ll fall when I move around. Help me adjust its position.”

Upon mentioning the talisman, Yin Ci’s sharp demeanor softened. He silently moved closer and tied the brocade pouch inside Shi Jingzhi’s chest. They were of similar height, and as Yin Ci adjusted the pouch, their foreheads accidentally touched.

“In recent days, I’ve been listening to A’Ci, and I haven’t been seriously injured. This is my reward to myself.” Even so, Shi Jingzhi’s breath carried a faint bloody smell. “If A’Ci stays intact this time, I’ll reward you too.”

Yin Ci sighed secretly. “What reward?”

Sect Master Shi shamelessly replied, “I’ll kiss you again.”

Yin Ci: “……”

Shi Jingzhi’s learning speed was too fast, which wasn’t always a good thing. Now, doing such a thing, he was just slightly embarrassed, showing only red ears. Yin Ci somewhat missed the old, blushing Shi Jingzhi that was as bright as a tomato. The slight worry he felt after detecting the scent of blood was now diluted by this light joke… He wondered if this fox did it on purpose.

The moon was rising outside the window, and the clouds were dense, creating a perfect opportunity to act.

Their mission was to drug the kitchen of the Chigou Sect.

Hua Jingchun followed the principle of “don’t entrust those you doubt, don’t doubt those used*”, entrusting this crucial task to them. However, in Yin Ci’s opinion, she was more concerned about the incompetence of her close associates.

*(疑人不用,用人不疑) It’s a proverb referring to don’t employ those you doubt and don’t doubt those you employ. || In this context, since Hua Jingchun is using the Kushan Sect, she no longer doubts them.

Sect Master Shi was no longer the same incapable person. Under Yin Ci’s guidance, he moved swiftly, leaving only a few trembling leaves in his wake.

The custom of the Chigou Sect had always been to celebrate joy rather than mourn. Founded by tomb robbers, each generation’s Patriarch feared retribution in the afterlife. They were buried in simple graves, with the location kept secret, calling it “self-punishment”. With the ascension ceremony approaching, the entire sect was decorated. Scorpion flags were erected everywhere, and golden lanterns hung. Bone bells tied with red string clinked under the eaves.

These bone bells had thin steel wires woven in between. If touched, all the bells would resonate with an eerie sound that could be heard for miles. Moreover, every courtyard was filled with patrolling officers, holding lanterns, their spines tenser than a bowstring.

Yet no matter how tightly guarded the Chigou Sect was, it couldn’t resist two masters, one of whom knew the place inside out.

“There’s a hidden passage under this wall. Pass through, and you’ll find a corridor to an abandoned house,” Yin Ci said confidently.

Back then, to hide the secret of his “immortality”, Yin Ci always wore ghostly attire in public. When he lived in the sect, he always needed places to breathe. Most of the secret chambers and passageways in the Chigou Sect were designed by “Su Zhi”.

Now that Su Zhi was here in person, all those miscellaneous artifacts were all overlooked. The master and disciple moved like two agile cats, winding around until they quickly found the kitchen of the Chigou Sect.

The cooks of the Chigou Sect were all internal members. The kitchen was lit all night, ensuring that those on night patrols and nighttime activities were provided with meals. The Chigou kitchen had its own courtyard, complete with flowing water and beautiful scenery; the design was so grand it seemed wasteful.

“…A’Ci, this kitchen takes up such a big courtyard, and it’s quite extravagant. Was it your idea?” Shi Jingzhi crouched on the eaves, inhaling deeply.

“I sometimes prepare the meals myself.”

“How elegant.”

In reality, it was to test some poisons, trying various ways to poison himself. Some toxins were hard to swallow without treatment. During his years with Chigou, Yin Ci consumed many poisons, but it only ended up providing the Chigou assassins with a poison handbook. He himself remained lively and agile.

These things were hard to explain to Shi Jingzhi, so Yin Ci could only accept it silently. Mentioning those past suicidal tendencies around him seemed as distant as a previous life.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but reach out and touch the back of Shi Jingzhi’s head. Shi Jingzhi was startled, but instead of moving away, he leaned into Yin Ci’s palm, savoring the warmth for a moment.

Before they could get any closer, a pleasant aroma suddenly rose from below, followed by a low complaint.

“It’s understandable for those working at night, but why is that sect leader of Taiheng also staying up so late? It’s already late, and we still have to prepare additional food.”

“It’s the high-profile righteous sect acting all high and mighty. After all, our previous Patriarch was quite courteous to Taiheng. Otherwise, he would always be remembered for being too aggressive. Didn’t Patriarch Su say, it’s called the way of swelling… swelling mediocrity*!”

*Clarity: He’s misremembering it by saying (肿庸之道) instead of (中庸之道). The [zhong] (肿) and [zhong] (中) sound similar but mean different things; the former meaning to swell, while the latter meaning middle. The latter is a Chinese philosophy referring to “The way of moderation” that emphasizes moderation, balance, and harmony.

“…That doesn’t sound right. Anyway, what did Qu Duanyun order? It smells so good.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s freshly slaughtered top-grade chicken. His servant delivered a menu, saying our food is too oily and spicy for Taiheng’s taste.”

Shi Jing Zhi was irritated. “The last time we visited the Qu’s residence, wasn’t that guy quite frugal? A’Ci…”

“We’ll have chicken tomorrow.” Yin Ci understood.

The master and disciple shared a smile, waited for the two servants to leave, and then sneaked into the kitchen.

The medicinal teas and wines used for the ascension ceremony were sourced from different merchants and sealed in the deepest cellar of the kitchen. With Yin Ci, the ancestral spy, everything went smoothly—they were just applying a temporary, mild powder, which wasn’t toxic and hard to detect.

After adding the medicine, they still had an hour before their agreed return time. Sect Master Shi was naturally not content to just wait. “Let’s check on Qu Duanyun. Maybe we can find some leads on the Immortal Assembly.”

As an honored guest of Chigou, Qu Duanyun stayed in the scenic Fallen God Tower, surrounded by trees, a lake, and views. The whole building had only one room with lights on. The master and disciple approached quietly, skillfully sticking to the wooden windows.

“The chicken soup has cooled down enough. Send it to Xiao Huan,” Qu Duanyun, engrossed in a book, said without looking up. “It’s chilly at night in Shafu, and she’s young and frail. It’s good for her to nourish herself.”

“Sect Master should eat first. We are just servants; leftovers are good enough for us.”

“She looked pale during the day. If this continues, I fear she might catch a cold. I have abundant inner force; I don’t need this bowl of soup. Take it.”

It was a scene of Taiheng’s nobility and kindness, but Shi Jingzhi frowned, looking somewhat discontented and puzzled. Even through the black cloth of their night clothes, Yin Ci could see his frown.

However, Qu Duanyun was a first-class master, so they had to be careful even with their breathing, let alone communicate. Neither made a sound and remained as silent as wooden thresholds outside the door.

Besides a few ordinary old servants, only Qu Duanyun remained in the room. Upon careful listening, there were no other sounds. Indeed, it wasn’t easy to spot clues regarding the Immortal Assembly.

However, Qu Duanyun hadn’t turned many pages when the silence was broken by footsteps.

Judging by the sound, the newcomer was a young man of considerable height. The master and disciple held their breath and watched as Xu Jingming entered. “This place is too cold, Qu Duanyun. Does your Taiheng have any warm pots? All of Chigou’s have a stinky smell, very unclean.”

Shi Jingzhi’s eyes instantly turned from expectation to disgust without any transition.

“I am not your servant,” Qu Duanyun replied with a smile. “Your Highness brought four carriages of luggage; I’m sure you have alternatives.”

“It’s been spring for a while. Who would’ve thought it’d be this cold. It’s not a valuable item. Can’t I buy one?” Xu Jingming argued.

Qu Duanyun sighed and made a gesture. An old servant presented a pot wrapped in an embroidered bag and handed it to the Prince of Rong.

Holding the pot, Xu Jingming was still reluctant to leave. “Tomorrow is the ascension ceremony. Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Everything’s fine.”

“You weren’t this formal before. Over the years, we’ve grown more and more distant,” Xu Jingming murmured. “How about a drink? Remember when we…”

“In a foreign land, there are things we shouldn’t speak of,” Qu Duanyun said indifferently. “Your Highness has gotten what he wanted. You should rest.”

“It’s because we are in a foreign land, and I have no one to talk to that I feel this way. When we were younger, we could be called ‘friends’. What’s with this attitude now? You think I’m not worthy? Can’t I decide not to sleep?”

With that, he looked playful and said, “If you want me to rest, that’s fine. I just bumped into that old servant who brought the soup… That maid, her name is Xiao Huan, right? If she warms my bed, I’ll sleep.”

Qu Duanyun put down his book, resignedly saying, “Alright, I’ll send someone to have her prepare.”

Xu Jingming was taken aback.

Outside the door, Shi Jingzhi frowned even more. He watched Qu Duanyun warily, his amber eyes slightly narrowed. Yin Ci held his breath, his eyes shifting between the two.

Xu Jingming was stunned for a moment, looking somewhat dispirited. He glanced disappointedly at Qu Duanyun and shook his head. “Forget it. I was just joking. She’s a good girl. I can’t just have my way with her. But you…”

He didn’t continue, paused for a while, and silently held the soup bowl as he left.

Qu Duanyun maintained his calm demeanor, his gaze focused on his book. In the firelight, Yin Ci saw clearly—it was undoubtedly a book on military strategy, with dense annotations in red.

Neither were in the mood to watch Qu Duanyun’s night reading, but Shi Jingzhi didn’t immediately return to his remote residence. He jumped to the top of the building, where the clouds parted, revealing the dim moon. From this height, he could see the entire area.

The desert night was cold. Shi Jingzhi lowered his mask, exhaling a white mist.

Yin Ci worriedly said, “Let’s go back. You might catch a cold.”

“If there’s chaos tomorrow, we won’t see such a beautiful view,” Shi Jingzhi said, looking at the moon. “After all, this is a place you built.”

Although Shi Jingzhi was sensitive, he wasn’t the type to get sentimental at crucial moments. Yin Ci remained silent for a long time before asking, “…Do you have something to say?”

“Tomorrow, we must keep a close eye on Qu Duanyun,” Shi Jingzhi said quietly, not looking at Yin Ci. “Xu Jingming’s birth chart is weak, and his mother frequently sent him to the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence. After Xu Jingming tied up his hair*, his mother allowed him to leave the palace for fun… At that time, there were no members of the Qu family in the palace. How did he meet Qu Duanyun when he was young?”

*In ancient China, the act of tying up your hair (into a bun) is usually done around the age of 15 as a sign of stepping into adulthood (which happens at 20).

The most likely place was the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence.

Yet, it would be reckless to conclude based on this. Just as Yin Ci was deep in thought, Shi Jingzhi spoke again.

“And I’m good at reading people. He makes me uncomfortable. Even before going to the Northlands, I didn’t like him. Now, seeing him again, I wasn’t wrong… The expression he had when serving chicken soup and the one when he dismissed Xu Jingming, weren’t much different. He doesn’t care that much, whether it’s about Xiao Huan or my foolish brother.”

This time, Shi Jingzhi didn’t laugh. No matter how much he tried to suppress his aura under the frosty moonlight, that overwhelming intention still spread out.

“A’Ci, you are immortal. Naturally, when you act, you carry a sense of looking down upon the world. But deep down, you possess worldly integrity. As long as someone in danger is worth saving, you’ll always put yourself at risk first—shh, don’t interrupt me. Did I say something wrong?”

Yin Ci closed his mouth, signaling Shi Jingzhi to continue.

“Qu Duanyun… this person is neither unkind nor unjust, and he’s certainly not hypocritical. But I don’t like his ‘sense of looking down upon others’. The last time I felt this kind of chill was when I heard about ‘Heaven’s Displeasure’.”

“Even if it wasn’t through the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence, he and Xu Jingming might still have met, I know. It’s just my intuition—Qu Duanyun may be related to the Immortal Assembly.”

At the same moment, inside the building, Qu Duanyun took a deep breath and snapped the book shut.


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Sendoff Ch117

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 117: Doubt

Inside the brocade pouch was a piece of monster skin.

The monster skin was beautifully processed. It was soaked in medicinal juice, its four corners were neatly uncurled, and intricate patterns were carved on it. Within the patterns, silver dust was embedded, which shimmered with a hazy glow in the moonlight.

For a moment, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t recognize the function of this monster skin. All he knew was that it was not simply a “tranquility charm”. He tiptoed back to the woodshed, carefully dried his hands, and took out Chen Qianfan’s record book.

Perhaps sensing his presence, Yin Ci slept soundly without any signs of waking.

After browsing for about the time it took to burn an incense stick, Shi Jingzhi understood a little more. The small object in his hand was the “Disaster Warding Talisman” made by Chen Qianfan. Elder Chen had made one for Shi Zhongyu in the past. This one was probably sought by Yin Ci behind his back.

Had he encountered such a life-saving item in the past, he might have been overjoyed. But now, poking the small piece of skin, Shi Jingzhi felt a pang of sorrow and even a hint of anger.

Yin Ci wouldn’t die; him stepping forward to take on the disaster was indeed the most “practical” approach. If Yin Ci were his subordinate or partner, he would gladly accept it.

…But not when it came to “his A’Ci”.

It seemed like this man was used to putting himself in a “sacrificial” position. Shi Jingzhi wasn’t sure where he picked up this bad habit. Yet, rejecting Yin Ci’s gesture outright might hurt his feelings. If reasoned with, the argument would turn to the worthiness of exchanging pain for a life.

Staring at the monster skin, then shifting his gaze to the sleeping Yin Ci, Shi Jingzhi felt his anger dissipate somewhat.

He bit his fingertip, and using a small silver knife as a brush, he began to modify the patterns on the monster skin. With a steady hand, the lines he carved were indistinguishable from Chen Qianfan’s. He then ignited a strand of yang fire, melted some silver into powder, and thoroughly changed the spell.

On this talisman, he set a small prohibition. Unless Shi Jingzhi himself agreed, even if Yin Ci wanted to ward off disaster for him, the talisman’s function wouldn’t activate.

After modifying the monster skin, he carefully placed it back into the brocade pouch, kissed it with frustration, and then returned it to his chest.

But when Sect Master Shi laid on the straw bed, he had already lost his sleepiness. He felt as if there was a lump in his throat, choking him while he tossed and turned restlessly. Yin Ci secretly gifted him the talisman, and he sneakily modified it. Despite their close bond, their interactions now resembled the cautious maneuvering of their early days.

After staring blankly for half an hour, Shi Jingzhi decided to playfully “punish” his disciple. Turning to Yin Ci, he cleared his throat and began to hold his breath. This method was quite effective—as the moon shifted, sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes glistened. He looked genuinely distressed.

Yin Ci was awakened by Shi Jingzhi’s restraint.

He was sleeping soundly with his face buried in his hair. Yin Ci had difficulty breathing, and the arms around him were holding him tightly, causing him to open his eyes in displeasure.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Shi Jingzhi with an unusual look. Yin Ci became alert instantly. If not for Shi Jingzhi holding him so tightly, he might have reached for his sword to counter a non-existent “enemy attack”.

Shi Jingzhi used his inner force, confining Yin Ci in his embrace, thoroughly waking him up.

“…Let go of me. Let me check your pulse for you,” Yin Ci anxiously said. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, just a nightmare.” Shi Jingzhi’s eyes were moist, and he sighed deeply. The scene, illuminated by moonlight in the wooden shed, suddenly had an eerie, mysterious atmosphere.

Yin Ci knew what kind of person Shi Jingzhi was. Even if Shi Jingzhi had a nightmare about being torn apart by evil spirits, he wouldn’t show such vulnerability. Yin Ci always felt a sense of conspiracy around him.

Yin Ci: “We’ll leave the village tomorrow. Let’s sleep for now.”

Sure enough, Shi Jingzhi hugged him even tighter. “I dreamt that you died because of me. It was a very tragic death, and I was very upset.”

The two were very close, and the tranquility talisman on Shi Jingzhi’s chest was particularly noticeable. The talisman was poking into Yin Ci, making him feel uneasy. He quickly responded, “Even if I die, I can come back to life, so don’t be sad.”

Yet, Shi Jingzhi pressed him against the talisman. “But my heart is still panicking… If I were torn into pieces and could also come back to life, would you want to see me suffer?”

“Of course not.”

“Me neither.” Shi Jingzhi buried his nose in Yin Ci’s neck, taking a deep breath.

‘It’s not the same,’ Yin Ci thought. As long as there were cracks on the porcelain, it wouldn’t matter if there were a few more—with more experience, one would become more resilient and could handle more hardships. Shi Jingzhi wasn’t yet thirty and hadn’t experienced the hardships of the world. It would be best if he stayed as far away from death as possible.

But Yin Ci wasn’t sure if Shi Jingzhi had found the disaster warding talisman, and he hesitated to speak, not knowing what to say.

“We are fundamentally different after all.”

Hearing this, Shi Jingzhi sighed into Yin Ci’s neck. “Is that so? I thought we were somewhat alike. I used to believe that as long as I could save my life, any price was worth it. As for you, you seem willing to sacrifice yourself over and over again to achieve your goals.”

“……”

“Now that I have you, the matters I must consider have multiplied out of nowhere. Not only do I have to survive, but I also need to protect myself, learn to get along with more people, and strive to please you.”

“That sounds quite troublesome.” Yin Ci chuckled briefly.

Shi Jingzhi, discontentedly, bit his neck.

“But when I look back, living ‘by any means necessary’ seems like taking the easy way out. Treating everyone around me as mere objects, using everything that can be used. Without much thought in this way, I’d end up alone. Had it not been for A’Ci pulling me into the mortal realm on Huilian Mountain and supporting me in helping Shi Zhongyu in the Northlands, I would’ve missed all these recent opportunities.”

Yin Ci felt a sharp, tingling pain on his neck. The kid got angry and bit him again for some reason.

“Just like Ah Ci, constantly relying on ‘immortality’ as an excuse for laziness, never thinking of moving forward.”

Yin Ci was taken aback.

Ever since that day on Zongwu Mountain, when he unintentionally unleashed a new sword technique, something awakened deep within Yin Ci. But after that, it felt stuck in limbo.

For a martial artist, stagnation of the mind was common. With Shi Jingzhi to worry about all the time, Yin Ci never delved deeper. That realization now stirred within him, accompanied by a piercing pain.

He stayed silent, hoping that Sect Master Shi would finish his insights from his “nightmare”. Yet, Shi Jingzhi seemed to know when to stop, giving Yin Ci a mischievous look.

Then, with a yawn, the fox rested his head in Yin Ci’s arms. “Let’s sleep. We’ll leave the village tomorrow. I’ve rambled on and on in the middle of the night; if I keep going, A’Ci might get annoyed with me.”

It seemed like he was stirring the pot and then running away, leaving Yin Ci both amused and exasperated.

However, Shi Jingzhi’s plot had its effect. Yin Ci was the one who couldn’t sleep. Once Shi Jingzhi was asleep, Yin Ci gently touched the brocade pouch on his chest, thinking deeply.

“Not moving forward anymore?” He had never considered this. He wasn’t against change, but even if he could “move forward”, in which direction should he go?

He realized he was still “alive”, but he had lived alone for so long, not knowing how to live with someone else.

Centuries of experience seemed to be washed away, and he didn’t want to expose his clumsiness. On one hand, he had faint realizations; on the other, his habits were cultivated over centuries. The two conflicted, leaving Yin Ci restless throughout the night.

The next morning, as usual, he made Shi Jingzhi’s favorite pancakes but forgot to add salt. Shi Jingzhi ate them all without a word, looking quite satisfied.

“Wu Huai is very cautious. The ascension ceremony is imminent, and he won’t venture out for no reason.” Hua Jingchun fitted herself with a wooden prosthesis and used a long stick as a crutch, tapping the ground step by step. “Once he is officially recorded by the Yueshui Pavilion, even if the Chigou Sect dislikes him, they won’t assist us… This is our only chance. Be careful everyone.”

In the following days, Hua Jingchun’s complexion greatly improved. With her authority restored, her petite figure seemed to stand as tall as nine chi.

She swept her stick and pointed to a disciple of the Chigou Sect not far away. “Come, repeat the plan. If there’s a slightest oversight, you’ll eat three of my stick techniques.”

The man sweated profusely. “We… We will disguise ourselves as Shafu tea merchants to infiltrate the Chigou Sect. The ascension ceremony is at the hour of chen*. We’ll mix something into the tea two hours earlier. Once everyone present is incapacitated, we can capture that scoundrel Wu Huai…”

*About 7 or 8 AM (depending on the dynasty).

“Hmm, good. Taiheng and the Yueshui Pavilion are honored guests, most likely staying at the Fallen God Tower. Foreign merchants stay at the Immortal Seeker’s Residence. As long as you follow the rules, no one will discover us. Before the ascension ceremony, take no rash actions, lest we alert them. Understand?”

“Yes!”

There were those who listened, but naturally, some pretended not to hear. Sect Master Shi gave a meaningful “Mm” and winked mischievously at Yin Ci, a clear sign of his intent to defy.

The Immortal Seeker’s Residence, used for hosting a mix of outsiders, was quite a distance from the Chigou Sect main branch and wasn’t heavily guarded. Hua Jingchun had insiders within Chigou, so this should have been an easy task. Unfortunately, the Prince of Rong made a visit, and the sect was on high alert, scrutinizing everyone.

Fortunately, Protector Hua, with her expertise, disguised herself as a limping old man, gave wrinkles to everyone’s faces, and even added the unique odor of the elderly. She had already influenced some Chigou guards, so they paid no interest to this group of elderly tea merchants, allowing them to slip in.

Hua Jingchun was very composed. She didn’t go anywhere but simply guided her team in the courtyard to dry and grind the medicine. She didn’t even bother befriending the guards.

“Pick the good honeysuckles from over there, grind them finely, and mark the mixed medicine. Wu Huai is very particular; his honeysuckle tea must be brewed with the finest powder!”

She instructed in a low voice, her sharp eyes darting around.

“Mint leaves shouldn’t be too big. The size of a cat’s eye is just right. Any bigger or smaller, pick them out… Young warriors, if you’re not helping, don’t make trouble here. Just leave that blind man to me.”

“I am curious about one thing.” Shi Jingzhi stroked his chin, feeling the fake beard he was wearing. “I remember when Wu Huai first joined the sect, he pushed you off the Three Province Cliff.”

“That’s right. What about it?”

“To prevent any foul play during the Chigou ascension ceremony, six bowls of wine and tea are presented, and the new Patriarch picks one.”

“…Correct.”

“Protector Hua, pardon my bluntness. Don’t you think you know a little too much about Wu Huai?”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch34

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 34

The fire blazed up into the sky, with Zhou Qian standing with his back to the direction of the flames. After glancing around, he climbed up the tree he had used earlier for cover. Fortunately, it was night, which greatly facilitated the players’ stealthy movements.

Zhou Qian had also purchased a high-magnification binocular in the game. Now he took it out again, aiming it at the high-rise building on the second main road.

He knew the sniper was inside the building but didn’t know his exact location.

The little dragon had been killed about two hundred meters away from the main entrance. It was a fairly smooth street with street lights. The sniper rifle should have a wide range, but from his previous observations, Zhou Qian realized that the little dragon was only spotted by the sniper when it entered the area illuminated by the light and was subsequently killed.

Before moving in the dark, the little dragon hadn’t attracted the sniper’s attention.

From this, Zhou Qian deduced one thing: as long as they stay out of the light, players should be safe for now.

At this moment, Zhou Qian wasn’t using the binoculars to find the exact location of the sniper but rather to observe the environment around the building. He was looking for something specific.

After a while, Zhou Qian found what he was looking for.

Illuminated by the streetlights, he could clearly see many yellow talismans scattered along the street. In many places, the street was stained a dark color, as if splashed with paint or perhaps… dog blood.

In this game scenario, the story involving dog blood and talismans indeed had a deeper meaning.

All the city’s inhabitants had perished under the gunfire of the S Army. All the ghosts harbored deep resentment towards the S Army.

That was why the S Army had hesitated to enter the city: they feared these vengeful spirits. They left behind two children from Cypress City, Da Shou and Xiao Pang, who were unlikely to raise suspicions. On one hand, they hoped the children would lure out the hidden Falcon Squadron and instigate internal strife. On the other hand, they needed these children, who weren’t targeted by the ghosts, to seal the spirits using talismans and dog blood. Only when all the ghosts were sealed would they dare enter the city boldly.

Zhou Qian had previously speculated that there were probably no S Army soldiers in the city. He was wrong, but not entirely off the mark. After witnessing the little dragon’s death and the talismans, he made a more accurate assumption: The bulk of the S Army was still on the city’s outskirts. The number of S Army soldiers in the city center must be very limited. Furthermore, their hideouts would be surrounded by dense talismans and dog blood to ensure their safety from vengeful spirits.

From this, it could be inferred that areas with talismans and dog blood might be ambush spots. If a building was almost entirely surrounded by these items, especially if it was a high-rise ideal for ambushing, it was highly likely that one or two snipers were inside. Conversely, if there were no such signs around a building, it was safe.

After observing the high-rise on the second main road, Zhou Qian started scanning the nearby buildings with his binoculars. Moments later, a series of explosions echoed. Zhou Qian recognized the sound as the detonation of the outermost “safe zone”.

Looking back, at first glance, Zhou Qian could see smoke enveloping the entire main road. But upon closer inspection, the S Army hadn’t destroyed all the buildings. If the entire street was on fire, they would have difficulty passing through in a short time.

They targeted large structures. After the bomb blasts, there were numerous gunshots, as they methodically searched each house to ensure no one escaped.

It would take some time for the S Army to clear the entire street and surrounding shops and houses. This gave the players ample time to head towards the second main road.

Zhou Qian turned his attention to the nearest building. It was a typical Chinese architectural compound with courtyards and pavilions, resembling a theater.

After confirming there were no talismans at the entrance, he descended from the tree, avoiding illuminated areas, and approached in the dark. He didn’t enter immediately but circled the theater for a thorough check.

After a while, sure of its safety, Zhou Qian entered. Once inside the courtyard, he hid in the shadows and listened intently. Hearing nothing and seeing no lights, he sent a message to his three teammates with his location and advised them to avoid talismans, dog blood, and light on their way.

After standing quietly in the darkness for a while, Zhou Qian summoned the third little dragon.

Throwing a scale on the ground, the third little dragon appeared. He bent down to embrace it and whispered instructions to it.

Once he finished instructing, Zhou Qian emphasized again, “Did you understand? First, find your older brother. Although I’ve told him to avoid the light, I’ve now found places with talisman papers and dog’s blood, which may not be safe. Both of you should follow my instructions but avoid the lights and high buildings. Only act in other places as I’ve directed. If there’s danger, relocate immediately. Later, meet up with me in the city center. Can you sense my presence and find me?”

The scales on the third little dragon seemed lighter, but other than that, it looked no different from the first dragon. It obediently nodded at Zhou Qian, then opened the door and peeked out both ways. After waving goodbye to Zhou Qian, it hopped away, searching for the presence of the first dragon to meet up.

……

About five minutes later, Situ Qing, Yun Xiangrong, and He Xiaowei all arrived at the theater and met with Zhou Qian. After Zhou Qian briefed them on the situation he deduced, they began the second phase of their plan.

“Our task now is to deal with the sniper in the second safety zone,” Zhou Qian began. “From here to the second main road, there are two main routes, north and south. First, we’ll split into two groups, one going south and the other north, with the aim of checking which high-rises along the way have talisman papers and dog’s blood. Remember to stay in the shadows and never expose yourself to light. In fifteen minutes, we’ll regroup here and then discuss the safest route to approach the buildings that might have snipers. After that, I’ll inform you of the next step.”

With that, Zhou Qian quickly took action with the group. He went north with He Xiaowei, while Situ Qing and Yun Xiangrong headed south.

Throughout their journey, there were very few places not illuminated by streetlights, so both teams used methods like climbing trees and looking from balconies to scout. They essentially sketched a 3D map in their minds.

Fifteen minutes later, both teams reconvened at the theater, sharing their observations. After extensive discussion, they found a relatively safe route.

Five minutes later, the four of them were slowly approaching a tall building via this route.

From their observations, there were three tall buildings surrounded by obvious talisman papers and dog’s blood. The tallest one, where the sniper shot the dragon, was labeled by Zhou Qian as Point A.

To its east and north, roughly a kilometer away, there were two other tall buildings, labeled as Points B and C. Expectedly, snipers were hiding in all three buildings. These points roughly formed an equilateral triangle, covering three directions.

For the S Army, this layout protected against enemies from the east, west, and north. The only direction they missed was the south.

Zhou Qian decided to approach the three buildings from the south and defeat them one by one. The four stealthily moved to the city’s southern part, deciding to head north and first deal with the sniper in Building A.

However, before proceeding, Zhou Qian stopped them. “Unlike other directions that are filled with buildings and alleys, the southern area is all barren. Aside from a not-so-tall fruit orchard, it appears to be a cemetery with hardly any buildings, making it hard to hide. The snipers from the S Army must have assumed that the Falcon Squadron would never walk this route openly, as it’d be too easy to expose. That’s why they didn’t set up an ambush in the building facing this direction.”

“However, we still need to be cautious. If there are landmines here, the consequences would be dire. So—”

“I’ve bought three ‘Flying Ropes’ for you guys. We can swing across using the nearby fruit trees. These things have gotten expensive lately—200 gold coins each. I’ll sell them to you for 150—a discount.”

Everyone: “…”

Without even looking at the expressions of the other three, Zhou Qian took out a rope and said, “For the S army, the undead should corrupt them. So, we will stop 200 meters away from Building A, in a place not illuminated by the lights. The first thing we need to do is to destroy the talisman paper on the ground and wash away the dog blood on the surrounding streets.”

“For this, I think the skills of He Xiaowei and Situ Qing should be combined.”

“Buildings A, B, and C are quite far from each other, making it easier for us to defeat them one by one.”

“So, we start from Point A—let’s move now!”

In about five minutes, in a desolate area resembling a graveyard in the south, the four of them quietly approached Building A using flying ropes and stopped 200 meters away from it.

The little dragon from before was instantly killed as soon as it stepped into the light-covered area.

The four found a small grove to conceal themselves and simultaneously looked at Building A.

The first to act was Situ Qing.

Gazing at the building, following Zhou Qian’s instructions, she first gently shook her bell. Ensuring she hadn’t attracted the attention of the gunmen, she continued to use her skills. Soon, countless droplets of water formed out of thin air, solidifying into a layer of frost that quietly landed on the ground.

He Xiaowei played a few chords on his guqin. The soft sound waves, though small, had a significant force. The invisible waves rapidly surged forward towards the street in front of the building, instantly sweeping over the frost and accelerating its melting. He Xiaowei plucked once more, and another wave directed the melted water to wash over that part of the street.

All around the building, everything was refreshed. The dog blood and talisman papers were thoroughly destroyed.

Packing up their respective weapons and drawing their guns, Situ Qing and He Xiaowei both turned their gazes to Zhou Qian. In the darkness, Zhou Qian squinted at the tall building and signaled them to wait. The two did nothing for the moment.

Zhou Qian continued to gaze at the building, his profile looking especially stern and cold. A while later, he noticed the light of an apartment on the third floor turn on, revealing a little girl in a red dress on the balcony. She looked pale, clearly a ghost.

As if contagious, several other apartments also lit up, eventually illuminating half the building. The building then resounded with lively voices, as if many people had suddenly come alive.

Without the dog blood and talisman paper, the ghosts that had been sealed inside the building have indeed reappeared!

At that moment, a voice tinged with evident fear echoed from the building.

“You… you, don’t come here!”

This was followed by the sound of gunshots. It seemed that the gunman was trying to fend off the ghost with bullets. However, it was clearly in vain, as he soon let out even more terrified screams.

Indeed, the ghosts posed a significant threat to the S Army.

Only now did Zhou Qian turn to Situ Qing and He Xiaowei, nodding to them to prepare. The two almost simultaneously raised their guns, aiming at the exit of Building A.

About three minutes later, thanks to the lights illuminating the front of the building, the four players clearly saw two S Army snipers being forced out by the ghosts. As they ran, they spread talisman papers on the ground.

“Those kids used these talisman papers before, right?”

“Yes! I just used one, and the ghosts in my room disappeared immediately! They work!”

“Alright, let’s put the talisman papers around the building again. Once the ghosts disappear, we’ll go back to our sniping positions!”

But they never had a chance to return.

As the first man bent down to place a talisman, “Bang!” Situ Qing fired first, blowing his head off.

The second man, in terror, tried to run back into the building for cover, but another “Bang!”, this time from He Xiaowei, hit his thigh.

It was He Xiaowei’s first time shooting someone, especially the nefarious S Army. Thrilled, he shot again, hitting the man’s heart from the back, immobilizing him instantly.

After catching his breath, an exhilarated He Xiaowei walked up to Zhou Qian, seemingly seeking affirmation. Zhou Qian patted him on the shoulder. “Well done. Keep it up. Next—”

Squinting, Zhou Qian’s cold gaze shifted to another direction—their next target, Building B.

“Destroy the snipers in these three buildings, ABC, and this second safe zone is basically ours.”

“The thing we need to do next is first, claim the bullets and guns from the sniper corpses.”

“Second, set up an ambush in this second safe zone to deal with the S Army that will come later. The more we kill, the better.”

“Third, investigate the third zone in the same manner, which means the core area buildings of this city. After we annihilate all the snipers inside, we can look around to see if we can find any other useful weapons. Meanwhile, we should choose a strategic location to occupy as our sniper spot.

“Finally, we can hide in the sniper spot and wait for the S Army to bring Jiang Yuqing right to us.”

Zhou Qian’s words fired up He Xiaowei’s passion. “Damn, Qian’er, you’re so awesome. I’m so pumped right now! I feel like what we’re doing is so exhilarating!”

Turning to He Xiaowei, Zhou Qian smiled and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. When Jiang Yuqing shows up… that’s when my real plan is just beginning.”


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Qizi Ch34

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 34

The prison guard watched as the person who had just been brought in was taken out again. Kindheartedly, he shouted to their retreating figures, “Happy newlyweds!”

However, the expected “thank you” didn’t come, and neither of the two looked back. He couldn’t understand. Wasn’t forming a bond supposed to be a happy occasion?

On the aircraft returning to the academy, the principal looked worriedly at Ying Feng and Ling Xiao, sitting on opposite sides by the window, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon. Like mirror images of each other, their expressions, postures, and gestures were identical.

Since leaving the detention center, they hadn’t spoken, touched, or made eye contact. Although the other was right beside them, it felt as if there was only an invisible person sitting there. Forget the close bond between a Qizhu and a Qizi; even the camaraderie between classmates seemed nonexistent.

Outside the window, the evening lights were just beginning to shine, and the stars were few. The aircraft silently traversed the night sky. Everything was quiet; even the engine’s mechanical sounds were minimized.

For Ling Xiao, this had been the longest day of his life. So much had happened that every second could write a lengthy story. On the surface, he appeared calm—too calm for someone who had just undergone a coming-of-age ceremony—and this made the principal even more worried.

The more composed one appears, the more likely they are restraining their true feelings, which might collapse when pushed to a limit. This strong and stubborn young man, who had tearfully recited his vows during the farewell ceremony, who could have imagined that in less than half a month, those solemn promises would be ruthlessly shattered?

The aircraft quietly landed at the academy’s airfield. Though they had only been away for three days, it felt like three years. What changed wasn’t just the color of their eyes, but the weight of their emotions.

As the three of them disembarked, the principal stopped the two about to leave. “I know you’ve already been thoroughly checked at the military medical station, but it’s still necessary to report to the school doctor. It’s a tradition.”

The two complied, with Ying Feng leading and Ling Xiao following. The principal watched their retreating figures, lost in thought. A tragedy had already occurred at the academy this year; could another one be looming?

Yao Tai was about to leave when she almost collided with Ying Feng at the door. Seeing his face, the experienced doctor took a sharp breath.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. Although she had heard rumors, seeing it first hand was still shocking. Instinctively, she looked past him, and Ling Xiao’s presence once again confirmed the truth, making her emotions incredibly mixed for a moment.

Ying Feng ignored her shock and stepped forward. The person behind him wanted to follow, but he was stopped with a command.

“Stay here,” Ying Feng’s tone was almost an order.

Ling Xiao hesitated for a moment and eventually remained outside the door.

Ying Feng once again lay shirtless on the examination table. Yao Tai conducted a full examination, and compared to the military medical report, his body showed significant recovery. There was no trace of injury, which, even among the Tianxiu known for their healing, was rare.

Holding the report, Yao Tai seemed troubled.

“Is there a problem?” Ying Feng asked, sitting up.

Wanting clarity amidst the rumors, Yao Tai listened as Ying Feng recounted the events.

“…When the alarm sounded, I rushed back to join the main force but got lost because I wasn’t familiar with the area. Ling Xiao was with me the entire time.”

“We accidentally discovered that lab. The door had a sign reading ‘Research Restricted Area, No Unauthorized Entry’, but we were curious and went in.”

“We didn’t stay long before you and the doctor arrived. Afraid, we hid and overheard your conversation, learning about the contents of the bottle.”

“Ling Xiao’s taking it was out of curiosity. My failure to stop him was my fault. This matter has implicated both you and the doctor. The military might soon question you and even blame you for negligence. I apologize for this and am ready to face any punishment.”

As Yao Tai listened, her anger grew. The audacious actions of these two fledglings were beyond description. They actually dared to steal from the base, and what they stole was incredibly important. What infuriated her more was that, as the chief administrator of the base, Zhi Shang hadn’t even noticed afterward.

“You two really are…” she trailed off, not finding the right words to describe her feelings, leaving the sentence hanging.

Ying Feng’s tone remained cold, as if describing someone else’s business. “During our field practice, we had an accident and encountered a Kui in the mine. In a moment of desperation, Ling Xiao injected the Embers, saving both our lives.”

“But because of the cave-in, we were trapped inside. Ling Xiao, due to side effects, went berserk. What followed was just as you saw.”

Yao Tai’s emotions shifted from anger to ambivalence upon hearing this. On one hand, she was outraged at their audacious theft. On the other, she felt a lingering fear for their predicament. Had they not had the Embers, perhaps the only news would have been the eternal demise of two fledgling souls during their field practice.

With this in mind, she wasn’t sure if what they did was right or wrong.

“Later, the military arrived in time to rescue us. That’s basically how it all happened,” Ying Feng finished explaining.

Yao Tai was so stunned that she couldn’t speak for a while. After a moment, she opened her mouth.

“The reason why the Tianxiu people become stronger during the coming-of-age ceremony is because of a special substance secreted within their bodies. Not only does this substance enhance a person’s fighting abilities, but it also stimulates physiological desires and overpowers one’s rationality, which is why lovers during the coming-of-age ceremony fight each other to the death.”

“The developer of Embers, my teacher, extracted this substance from the body. With it, he created Embers, allowing one to temporarily gain strength equivalent to that during the coming-of-age ceremony while eliminating its negative impacts. It was considered the greatest achievement of that era.”

“But my teacher didn’t stop there. Soon after, he refined the substance to twenty times its potency and created Embers II. However, he never had the chance to perfect it.”

“This means that while Embers II can temporarily elevate one’s fighting capabilities to unreachable heights, it fully retains its drawbacks. The negative effects of this substance are magnified for its users.”

“In other words, after injection, desire overwhelms reason. Fledglings who haven’t awakened will directly enter awakening, even losing control, triggering what we call the automatic coming-of-age ceremony.”

“But if someone were to inject the second generation without an antidote, even adults wouldn’t be able to resist its side effects.” Yao Tai pondered. “According to what you said, even if the military arrived on time, they wouldn’t have this special antidote. Why is Ling Xiao alright then?”

Ying Feng shook his head, indicating he didn’t know. It seemed Yao Tai would have to find the reason from Ling Xiao himself.

She gestured to the papers in her hand. “Your medical report is fine, but there’s a lot I need to explain to you. Before that, I need to examine Ling Xiao.”

She opened the door to the infirmary. Ling Xiao was sitting alone on a bench outside.

“Ling Xiao,” she began, thinking of his ordeal, her tone softened. “Come in, it’s your turn.”

As Ling Xiao entered, Ying Feng was halfway through dressing. Ling Xiao’s gaze briefly fell on Ying Feng’s chest, and he quickly turned away.

Ying Feng buttoned up his shirt calmly, walking past Ling Xiao, but Yao Tai reminded him again to stay. “Don’t go. I have more to say.”

Ling Xiao and Ying Feng switched places. The instruments that were just on Ying Feng were connected to Ling Xiao, but they had lost their previous warmth.

“How do you feel?” Yao Tai asked, her tone uncharacteristically gentle toward Ling Xiao.

“I don’t feel much,” Ling Xiao replied honestly. If he had to describe it in words, it’d be numbness. He wasn’t devastated, nor was he furious. This overly calm demeanor, after failing the coming-of-age ceremony, was an ominous sign. Having seen various fledglings after their ceremonies, Yao Tai found it hard to look at him. She turned away. “Get up.”

Ling Xiao quietly dressed. During this time, his examination results were printed. Yao Tai silently studied the displayed data, her face serious.

“Dr. Yao, tell me. I can handle it.”

Yao Tai weighed her words. “Your psychological state isn’t very optimistic.”

“Do I need to be handcuffed like Lan Sheng?”

Yao Tai’s eyes flickered. “Not necessary. It hasn’t reached that level.”

She placed both hands on his shoulders, trying to convey strength to him in this manner. “Ling Xiao, I know you’re feeling down and sad right now, but this is due to hormonal imbalances. You mustn’t think that these are your true feelings deep down.”

“Do you remember Lan Sheng? He didn’t truly want to jump either. At that moment, he was not in control of his senses; he was trapped within his own world, not listening to anyone. But that was not his true intention.”

Without saying a word, Ling Xiao gently removed Yao Tai’s hand. “I can distinguish.”

Those simple words could carry a lot of meaning. Because he could distinguish, he clearly understood that his feelings at this moment stemmed from psychology, not physiology. Such a thought was even more troubling.

“I know you’re proud, and you don’t easily bow down to others. But you’re with Ying Feng now, and only he can help you through this. I believe you understand his character better than I do. If you don’t reach out, your relationship will remain at an impasse.”

“I’m not asking you to show weakness. I just hope you can soften, even if it’s just a little bit. I believe Ying Feng will never reject you.”

This time, Ling Xiao didn’t even speak, simply shaking his head lightly to indicate that it was impossible. Yao Tai, feeling helpless, covered her face with her hand.

“Listen, Ying Feng is still here. He’s right outside the door. He hasn’t left. If he didn’t want to face you, he could’ve just walked away.”

“But he stayed, which means he’s willing to take responsibility. For that reason alone, you shouldn’t give up on yourself. Although he does have a side that never changes, always acting cold to everyone—it’s a personality flaw. Approaching him proactively not only helps him but helps you too.”

“The bond between you two was completely accidental. It’s hard for anyone to accept such an outcome at first, so it’s natural to act distant. But regardless of Ying Feng’s current attitude, as long as he’s willing to stay, there’s a chance for both of you to truly bridge the gap and come together.”

Ling Xiao shook his head. “There won’t be such a chance. Ying Feng has someone he likes from his past life. I ruined his opportunity. He must hate me to the bone now.”

“The person he likes?” Yao Tai was puzzled. “Not long ago, he mentioned that he hasn’t found a suitable partner.”

“He hasn’t, but the person he likes is his lover from his previous life. I know he has been searching.”

Yao Tai struggled to suppress her rising anger.

“A lover from his previous life?” she said with agitation. “Do you know how many have dreamt of being with their past life’s lover? Such a beautiful fantasy—almost everyone has had it. Being with the same person life after life—how romantic? Even I’ve had such unrealistic dreams.”

“But what about now? Even if I found out that Zhi Shang was my enemy in my past life, I’d still want to be with him in this life. This life is different from the past. There’s no connection.”

“I can’t imagine someone like Ying Feng harboring such thoughts, but trust me, no one dreams about this forever. Everyone eventually finds the love of their current life. Lovers from past lives are just naive wishes, and sooner or later they’re replaced by true love.”

Ling Xiao knew Ying Feng’s attachment to his past was not as fragile as Yao Tai described. Even buying unverified information at a high price, cherishing the peach pit kept in his pocket, and his determination to forsake the coming-of-age ceremony and fight the Kui to the death—between life and freedom, he had made his choice. But he couldn’t tell Yao Tai all of this.

Yet Yao Tai persisted. “You must have faith in the future. Even revealing such an embarrassing matter as having a lover from a past life to you shows you hold some place in his heart. There’s endless possibilities between you, especially since you like him…”

A hand reached out, covering her mouth and stopping her words.

“No, there’s no such thing.” Ling Xiao pulled his hand back. “I haven’t fallen for him.”

“You have. The report says so. When Ying Feng was mentioned, your psychological graph showed a clear fluctuation.”

“I admit I care about him a lot,” Ling Xiao interrupted her, “but it’s not because I like him. It could be admiration, disgust, jealousy, or something else, but it’s definitely not due to affection.”

Yao Tai sighed. “The waveforms shown by like and hate are different, and they are distinct from any other emotion. You can deceive yourself, but you can’t deceive the instrument.”

“Your instrument is broken,” he said calmly.

“My instrument has never been broken,” Yao Tai said helplessly. “Perhaps even you haven’t realized it. The way you care about him and how you exaggerate things to get his attention—all these behaviors have only one explanation. You like him, Ling Xiao. This is undeniable.”

There was a long silence in the medical room.

“Will Ying Feng see my physical examination report?” he asked, lowering his head.

“Yes, he is your Qizhu. He has the right to know.”

“Can you please not tell him about this?”

Yao Tai was caught in a dilemma. “It’s his right. No one can…”

“Please.”

It seemed like Yao Tai heard such a voice, and she paused, ensuring it wasn’t her imagination.

“What?”

“Please.” Ling Xiao raised his head with a faint hint of a teary shimmer in his eyes. Yao Tai was stunned. Anyone who saw such a proud young man utter these words with tears would undoubtedly be moved.

“I’ve already been humiliated enough. Please let me retain the last bit of my dignity.”


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Full Server First Kill Ch53

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 53: The Queen and the Knight

The real world.

Shadow Wolf Ben happily ran through the Black Forest. It was a place void of perennial ice and snow, with only soft grass and fallen leaves underfoot. The branches were laden with sweet fruits, and the antelopes and three-horned sheep were as plump as balls, full of rich fats.

After leaving the ice land, it no longer had to fall into a periodic sleep and didn’t need to target specific prey. Now it was full of strength, eating whatever it wanted and rolling wherever it liked.

Within just a few days, Ben realized it had grown plumper.

‘This isn’t good,’ it thought solemnly.

It was a mighty shadow wolf and should pursue a higher quality of life instead of mimicking the lifestyle of pigs. Maybe it could catch some prey for that white-haired human. He could make them even more delicious.

So, it killed a three-horned sheep and gently held it in its mouth, running toward the edge of the forest.

The Black Forest was filled with a variety of scents, one of which was very familiar and grabbed its attention. Shadow Wolf Ben hesitated for only a half-second, quickly succumbing to curiosity. It made a sharp turn and ran in the direction of that familiar scent—

Officer Rosen was about to bite into a chicken leg when he was almost choked by the sudden appearance of a wolf’s head.

“What?” He clutched the chicken leg bewilderingly, almost using it to target the shadow wolf.

“It’s that shadow wolf.” Dr. Zhu calmly threw wood into the fire. “I smelled it. I didn’t expect it to arrive so fast… Miss Lynn, don’t worry. This is Xu Yue’s wolf.”

Ben sat down, tilting its head in confusion, reflecting the images of six figures in its round red eyes—Elf Rosen and Wolfkin Julie, whose scents it recognized.

Next to Julie was a Puppet Witch that was squinting at it, her hands clutching a bizarre gun.

Clockwise, there was a Banshee with a giant Five-Eyed Crow on her shoulder, holding a small transparent ghost, watching Ben warily. The crow also spread its huge wings, trying to protect the person beside it.

Ah it’s over. Too many people. 

In Night of the Hunt, there were at most four Players. It could also count to four. Now, there were more than five living creatures with Players’ auras! Terrible, really scary.

Ben dumbly opened its mouth, and the three-horned sheep crashed to the ground.

“Is Mr. Xu sending us food?” The Banshee asked nervously.

Rosen looked at the stiff shadow wolf. It was terrifying as an enemy, but as a companion, it seemed foolishly distressing.

“I guess not. Xu Yue asked everyone to wait in Red Mist Valley. He didn’t say he would send the shadow wolf for support,” Rosen said.

“But we’ve been waiting for days,” the Banshee said nervously. “Is that Xu Yue really reliable? Did something happen to him on the way? Should we contact him? Didn’t Sister Lynn say she has a way?”

Wolfkin Julie said gently, “Miss Qian, Xu Yue said he’d be at most two weeks late. Contacting him rashly might cause him trouble… You’re safe with us.”

It took a while for the Banshee to respond with a worried “mm”.

The Banshee, shrouded in a gray cloak, looked slim.

At first glance, the cloak seemed to be dirty linen, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be something grown from her skin, similar to hair. The Banshee’s pale face and bloodshot red eyes peeked from the “cloak”, somewhat frightening.

“Lynn is constantly watching the surroundings,” the giant crow comforted. “Sisi, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m worried about our child. You, as the father, should be more mindful. The baby is scared to death,” the Banshee said, holding the ghost tighter.

Her arms futilely passed through the pearly white ghost, and the little girl’s ghost made a pose of being held tightly, clinging to her mother. The appearance of the shadow wolf did scare the little girl. She almost crawled into the Banshee’s body.

The shadow wolf kept staring at them, and they didn’t know what it was thinking. Witch Lynn couldn’t sit still any longer. She changed her position to block the shadow wolf’s view.

“Since they’re letting this guy run around, Xu Yue and his group are probably in a quite troublesome dungeon.” Rosen finally bit into a chicken leg, chewing and mumbling, “This thing is stupid but powerful in a fight. They won’t easily give it up.”

“Agreed.” Lynn glanced at the giant black wolf.

After parting with Nol and the others, she had been heading towards various major cities. When she received Nol’s invitation, she was considering going around Grape Collar, so she met up with Officer Luo and the others.

During this time, Lynn had done one thing—she hid her dolls at every transport hub near several major cities.

Through the eyes of the dolls, she tried her best to observe everything.

Even if the neighbors were thrown into this messy world and turned into monsters, they would still instinctively approach and seek help from humans… But the humans here may not necessarily be friendly. She must find the “abnormally behaving” monsters before the Temple did.

Along the way, Lynn hadn’t been able to find any traces of her sister. But near Grape Collar, she discovered a family of three wandering around in the same area but never recognizing each other.

The Banshee mother, the giant Five-Eyed Crow Father, and the Ghost Daughter.

Three standard monsters, and also the family living in Unit 302, Building 8, Joy Garden.

When Witch Lynn found them, the family was severely shocked, almost on the verge of a mental breakdown. The Crow Father had been shot in the wing by a native. If it weren’t for encountering Rosen, who knew healing magic, he might have been disabled.

Fortunately, Luo and Zhu had dealings with this family. Having acquaintances around, the family’s spirits lifted quite a bit.

“Sisi, didn’t you always like the curtains at Mr. Xu’s house? You always mention them every time we pass by.”

The Crow Father tried to lighten the mood. “This time we might be able to catch them—you can ask him face-to-face where he bought them, and we will buy them when we go back, no matter the cost.”

The Banshee paused, then lowered her head, gently patting the Ghost Daughter’s head. “Mm, we’ll buy them when we go back.”

Lynn unconsciously raised the corner of her mouth, but the next second, the smile froze on her face. She cried out in pain, covering her left eye. “Investigation Knights!”

Her doll placed on the edge of the Black Forest had been discovered.

In the last vision of the doll, a young knight with a smile on his face ruthlessly stabbed it down. The backlash of magic pain was like a sharp tool, causing Lynn to almost scream.

Rosen immediately threw away the chicken bone in his hand, his face elongating as he recited a concealment spell. The air around started fluctuating, and the figures of six people evaporated and disappeared on the spot.

Julie stood up. Her fur bristled, and the bitter scent of a beast emanated from her, covering other scents.

​[Mirage] [Territory Declaration]

The Banshee pursed her lips, and a subtle sense of rejection filled the surrounding space. Originally, approaching beasts turned around; birds perched on branches fluttered away.

The giant Crow’s five eyes lit up in red. He stood on the Banshee’s shoulder, vigilantly watching in a certain direction.

​[Heart of Hate] [Ominous Warning]

When Lynn recovered, the neighbors’ magic had already woven into an invisible protective fortress.

She whistled, and dolls made of mud and leaves crawled out, emitting an exceptionally weird and strong aura, running in all directions.

​[Distraction Toys]

Finally, the Puppet Witch twitched the corners of her mouth. She took off the animal bone stuck with dragonfly wings from her belt and threw it to the shadow wolf.

“You run away too!” she said hoarsely.

The shadow wolf stopped watching and ran after the bone with its tongue out, leaving the fat three-horned sheep behind.

The sheep head was facing the direction of the six neighbors with its hollow eyes reflecting nothing.

The edge of the Black Forest.

“…Interesting.” Eugene pulled out the sword embedded in the doll’s skull. “This Puppet Witch is too smart.”

“Captain?”

“Using the fewest dolls to monitor the largest area. You all have to learn from her arrangement method… This isn’t the intelligence a normal monster should have.” Eugene kicked the damaged doll.

They heard the news that Saint Anakin had been dispatched and came to inspect and support but didn’t expect this surprise.

“It’s likely an extraplanar monster.” A young knight pondered. “Should we prioritize capturing it? I mean, before the Saints notice—”

“No, no. Its response was too perfect, and this forest is too big. We won’t be able to capture it.”

Eugene smiled. “…I am more worried about something else.”

His metal boots pressed slightly, and with a crisp sound, the ceramic doll under his feet shattered. “The monsters’ individual combat capability is stronger than humans, but they aren’t a match for humans. Do you all know why?”

“Because ‘monsters’ only fight alone. Even if they act in groups, they will only be with their own kind. The weaknesses are easy to grasp?” The young knight answered actively.

“And humans know to let different professions cooperate and act in teams,” the middle-aged knight who had been following Eugene added.

Eugene clapped his hands approvingly, the gauntlets making a crisp sound.

“Very good. Suppose a particularly intelligent leader appears among these extraplanar monsters, making these powerful monsters learn to cooperate… What would happen?”

“Impossible.”

The middle-aged knight hesitated for a moment. “Captain, even the Saints know nothing about this world. These extraplanar monsters are randomly distributed. They probably don’t even understand their own situation. How could they easily unite.”

Eugene shrugged. “Who knows?”

“The Goddess arranged these messy ‘extraplanar monsters’; it must be her intention—maybe she’s trying to use this as bait to fish out the ‘monster among monsters’.”

…….

[Sometimes I think you’re even more abnormal than a ‘monster’ like me.]

When Teest said this, they were walking in circles in the Dream Forest. The fallen leaves were soft, but Nol was stepping on them very forcefully, as if they were his enemies from a previous life.

Teest was eating honey soft cakes from his waist bag while his thoughts were coming in like rapid fire. [Why are you so concerned about those succubi? Their queen deceives the group at will, and they are willing to deceive themselves. It’s not your concern.]

This was sincere.

Teest originally thought that otherworldly people were somewhat naïve and liked to meddle in others’ affairs. But through interactions along the way, he found that only Nol’s “helping syndrome” was especially severe—most otherworldly people tend to avoid trouble to save their own lives.

Even for the sake of quest rewards, Nol was too serious.

[Honey, you might as well pay more attention to those two Players. I suspect they have received related quests.] Seeing Nol not responding, Teest continued to mumble.

Nol still didn’t respond; he was obviously lost in thought, his feet still stepping hard on the leaves. Even Anakin and Solo noticed his abnormality and deliberately kept their distance.

[Alright, then pay more attention to me.]

Teest ate the last bit of the soft honey cake and wrapped his tail around Nol’s wrist, rubbing gently. [Help your pitiful husband analyze the current situation, all-knowing Mr. Lich.]

Nol finally lightened his steps, shook his head, and finally came back to his senses.

“The succubi made it very clear. Find the bewilderment grass, and you can find the queen.” He looked at Teest and repeated dryly, “So far, this is a game of hide-and-seek with hints, simpler than that Margret’s quest.”

The “heir selection” wasn’t their actual quest. The difficulty of the quest was how to save the succubi tribe. Nol didn’t think that “the Mad Monk becoming the heir” had any positive impact on this tribe.

All he was thinking about now was finding the culprit causing all this and grinding them into pieces.

The reason Nol was still looking for the runaway succubus queen was just to get information from her—

As a queen, even if she didn’t know the reason for the succubi’s disappearance, she should know why Queen Hyacinth committed suicide years ago. Nol intuitively felt that this matter was related to the current situation of the succubi, and he cared a lot about it.

Nol changed his mind. Even if he didn’t make a big appearance in front of the Players, he must figure out what was going on in this ghost of a place.

“Can I, um, say something?” Solo, who was walking behind them, raised his hand. “About that mad queen, the succubi are hiding part of the truth, which I overheard outside the palace.”

“Please tell me.” Nol slowed down.

“Together with the queen who disappeared, there was also her female knight Malvina…” Solo took a breath and spoke slowly.

Nol listened attentively, his lips almost forming a line.

According to Succubus Doni, Queen Wilimina always had a tendency to be addicted to bewilderment grass.

Bewilderment grass was a special herb that grew near the succubi tribe, and they liked to use it to brew wine. The “Bewilderment Dew” in the quest reward was a very famous succubus specialty wine.

The bewilderment grass itself wasn’t addictive, but if consumed directly, it could create almost real illusions, reflecting the deepest desires of the consumer. And after the effect wore off, it would cause extremely intense pain. Usually, succubi wouldn’t choose to eat it directly.

Doni said Wilimina had been looking for bewilderment grass to consume to escape reality.

The bewilderment grass nearby was decreasing, which meant the queen was running further and further away—initially, she just slipped out for a few hours every few days. In the past two months, this queen began to stay out all night.

The magical protection of the succubus territory was still there, so the succubi were sure the queen was still alive.

But she indeed hadn’t come back for two months, so they also believed the queen was completely mad. For this tribe, this didn’t seem to be a rare occurrence.

They didn’t mention the female knight Malvina at all.

“Perhaps the succubi aren’t hiding it maliciously.” At the end, Solo carefully observed Nol’s face. “The queen and Malvina have been friends since childhood. Every time the queen disappeared before, it was Malvina who brought her back. This time… This time the queen has been missing for so long, they suspect Malvina is dead.”

“Well, so we might have to bring back two people,” Teest concluded. “Bewilderment grass is just their blind guess, and now the situation is even more uncertain.”

“We’re just scouting today. We’ll go back later, and everyone will inquire more,” Nol said.

Teest silently looked behind Nol. The fallen leaves were stepped on by Nol, leaving rows of small pits. They were truly “treading spots”.

Recently, his Lich husband’s temper had been unpredictable, becoming more and more like a real monster. Maybe tonight he should sacrifice his scalp again and let this guy touch it a bit?

…Actually, even though Nol was disorderly, his technique was quite good. He secretly enjoyed it and could also pretend to be doing him a favor.

The Mad Monk was planning cheerfully in his heart when suddenly a slight sound entered his ears.

That sound was very faint, like a gold wheel gently rolling over the fallen leaves.

Teest turned his head, and in the purple mist of the forest rolling in, he saw a glint of gold. A dirty gold wheel stood on a leaf that wasn’t far from where Teest stood silently, as if it were quietly watching him.

“Honey.” Teest’s voice strained, and the tail wrapped around Nol’s wrist tightened. “…Look over there.”

Nol looked in the direction Teest was pointing, but he only saw the gently swaying mist.

“There is nothing.” He asked vigilantly, “Did you see something?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

In Teest’s eyes, the gold wheel gently bounced and rolled away. Seeing that Teest didn’t immediately follow, it even stopped, as if waiting for him. Teest drew out his “Betrayer”, and all the relaxation on his face disappeared.

“Don’t act rashly.” Nol immediately grabbed the tail on his wrist.

“Don’t worry. I know.” Teest turned around and smiled at Nol.

In these short seconds, the mist suddenly became extremely dense. Nol couldn’t see Teest’s face, even though they were only a step apart. Everything was becoming blurred. Teest’s figure was quickly engulfed by the mist. Distance and direction distorted, and something was stirring behind his remaining silhouette—

Nol stepped forward without hesitation. He followed the succubus’s tail and tightly hugged Teest’s waist.

It was a foolish decision, he knew.

…But he didn’t want to lose anything else while he could only watch.

The mist rolled endlessly and dissipated as quickly as it came. When that thick mist disappeared, only Anakin and Solo were left in the original position.

Teest and Nol had disappeared.


The author has something to say:

Nol: Try taking someone from me again! (Anger is about to be full again)

Teest: Actually, it feels quite comfortable when Nol touches my hair, but I won’t say it. ^-^

…This time the succubus’s tail has made a great contribution!

Opponents: Huh, how come these two people are linked together? What’s their relationship?

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Shadow Wolf: So many people! (Stunned)

Poor wolf. Without five fingers, it can’t even properly count…


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Full Server First Kill Ch52

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 52: Dream

“Save the succubus tribe?”

Anakin almost immediately refused. They did indeed feel pity for the succubi, just as they felt compassion for international friends trapped in war and famine when they were on Earth.

But they were just ordinary people with ordinary mindsets. Everyone was currently too busy taking care of themselves, so it was impossible to risk their lives for a foreign race.

Players couldn’t die, but most of them on Earth would complain even when drawing blood. The pain of death wasn’t a joke.

But as she was cautiously forming her words, a system prompt suddenly appeared.

The animation of its appearance was a bit odd, not flowing smoothly and accompanied by glitch-like flickers.

[You have triggered a hidden quest: One Question.]

[Normal Achievement: Leave the Dream Edge without any deaths.]

[Perfect Achievement: Leave the Dream Edge without any deaths; assist in saving the dying Succubus tribe.]

[Quest Reward: Massive experience [Normal]; Permanent increase of luck attribute by 20% [Perfect]; The goodwill of a certain existence [Perfect].]

[Rejection/Failure Penalty: None]

[Do you accept the quest?]

Such a weird quest. Anakin’s gaze stayed on the prompt.

Until now, the quests in “Tahe” seemed logical. Most of them were triggered by specific locations, items, or events. Some NPCs also issued quests, but their roles were clear—like shopkeepers asking for errands or Temple personnel commissioning monster kills. The logic was easy to understand.

However, this quest… was informal. It wasn’t an event they experienced firsthand, nor was the situation very serious. After just a mention of the current situation by Nol, it eagerly popped up.

Especially the part about “the goodwill of a certain existence”. It was really intriguing.

But Anakin hesitated only for a few seconds—a quest was still a quest. They should strive to leave alive, and there was experience to gain. Why not accept?

“Yes, yes, yes, those succubi are so pitiable.” Rogue Solo spoke first, his tone exceptionally righteous. “Unity is strength. I will definitely help with all my might!”

So obvious. Anakin rubbed her temples hard.

“I will also help. Do you need anything from us?” she added with a straight face.

“Not for now. Rest well. If there’s any update, we’ll consult you two.” Nol looked at the two Players suspiciously.

Both acted rationally, unlike passionate youths who disregarded life and death. Nol originally hoped the Players would believe him and not act recklessly. He never imagined they would volunteer to help.

And they even saw the two of them share a kiss, yet the Players never inquired about their relationship. Did he and Teest really look like “rare NPCs” to them?

Nol was baffled and decided to put this aside for now—he already had enough problems to deal with.

……

They got a very nice bedroom—or rather, Teest did.

Anakin and Solo had to settle for a deserted stone house in a remote location. Nol suspected that his proximity to the Succubus Palace was entirely due to the “succubus” Teest.

The room was equally magnificent.

It was spacious and clean, with a fluffy double bed in the center. Candles emitting sweet, fruity scents were lit by the bed. No matter how long they burned, the candle size didn’t diminish.

A row of large white-framed domed windows opened on the bedroom wall, overlooking a mesmerizing forest and sky. The gauzy curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

Teest sat on the bed, bouncing a bit on the soft bedding.

“No wonder these creatures that thrive on dreams have such high standards for their ‘dining plates’.” Teest pressed the cloud-like mattress, happily lying down.

Nol, however, stood by the window, looking out into the boundless dream world.

The more beautiful it seemed here, the colder his heart felt. In this dreamy scene, there should have been a pair of lovers—at least, that was their woven fate, or so it should have been.

Nol pressed his palm against the crystal-like glass, silently gazing at this world. Except for the impending destruction, everything was perfect.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out, covering his eyes from behind. The despairing world vanished instantly, and all he saw was darkness.

“Stop looking. It’s time for you to rest, my queen,” Teest whispered. “Or would you prefer the title ‘my beloved husband’? Act natural. Those succubi are definitely spying on us. I think you know.”

Nol could indeed guess. He was just… a bit weary, too tired to fuss over it.

“I need a real hug now,” Nol said, feeling the hands covering his eyes.

Teest chuckled. “How about a bonus tail wrap? I’m quite generous.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But I sincerely ask you, don’t touch the tail too much—the tip of a succubus’s tail is very sensitive.”

In bed, Nol hugged Teest tightly from behind, burying his face in his back. Teest’s tail brushed against his arm, its tip softly resting on Nol’s waist, like a hug.

The bedding of the succubi was truly top-notch. Despite his worries, Nol fell asleep quickly.

When he opened his eyes, the bedroom was slightly dimmer than before. At some point, Teest had turned to face him. Teest was in deep sleep, lips slightly parted. His long silver hair was spread across the pillow, tickling Nol’s cheek.

In the dim light, Teest’s presence seemed even more pronounced.

The Mad Monk, while deep in sleep, looked completely “harmless”. Even from such close proximity, Nol couldn’t find a single flaw in his appearance.

For a rare moment, Nol let his mind wander, staring at the face so close to him, as if glued to Teest. The other’s skin was warm and soft, and Nol’s hands, which were wrapped around Teest’s waist, involuntarily tightened. Despite Teest’s eyes being closed, Nol felt a strange sense of… enchantment.

The moment he realized it, a chill ran down Nol’s spine.

Something’s wrong.

Everything was too relaxed. The atmosphere was too intimate, as if someone was deliberately manipulating it. Nol glanced out of the window and then looked down at his own bare body with a wry smile.

This was a dream.

The details of the forest outside the window were slightly different from what he remembered before going to sleep. Also, before they went to bed, both he and Teest had undoubtedly been fully dressed. He was so dazed that he didn’t even notice this.

Luckily, as a Lich with a higher mental resistance and a Player with even stronger mental defenses, Nol was only confused for less than thirty seconds.

“Don’t you like me?”

A familiar voice whispered in his ear.

“The real world is too heavy. You need comfort, stronger than just ‘a kiss’.” The illusion spoke in Teest’s voice. “Why don’t you look at me?”

“I don’t like men.” Nol released the illusion.

“You’re lying, Mr. Mage.” The illusion wearing Teest’s face smiled mischievously, just like the real Teest. The succubus tail playfully circled around Nol’s lower back.

Nol buried half of his face in the pillow, laying almost calmly.

He knew what was going on. To retain the characteristics of the succubi while passing the game’s regulations, their magic had been thoroughly revised, and Nol remembered all the details.

The succubi manipulated dreams, making the target dream of the person they were most interested in. They then guided the target to complete the illusion, making them lost in a vivid dream…

Once this passionate dream ended, the succubi could harvest the corresponding life force.

However, out of consideration for privacy and courtesy, the succubus casting the spell didn’t watch the whole process.

“I regret that I don’t have the energy to indulge in those kind of fantasies,” Nol whispered, even though he knew the succubi couldn’t hear him. He looked beyond the illusion.

Of course, Nol also knew why his subconscious accused him of “lying”.

The entity speaking to him wasn’t the “illusion of Teest”, but a projection of his own subconscious. One couldn’t lie to oneself.

“I admit that the succubi might not have chosen the wrong person… At this moment, in this world, I do need him the most.”

Nol finally reached out and touched the top of Teest’s head. He had never done this to the real Teest, suspecting the Mad Monk wouldn’t like it. Just as he imagined, Teest’s hair was soft and warm under his touch.

The illusion smiled, lying silently, allowing Nol to caress it.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of their breathing. Nol stroked Teest’s hair repeatedly, the hair sliding through his fingers like warm water. The sound of the hair rubbing against his skin was soft, like the rustling of silk.

Thinking that the real Teest was beside him, Nol surprisingly felt a bit calmer.

Reality was indeed heavy, and Teest might not sincerely help. But… having someone “by your side” and being “all alone” indeed were different.

When the scent of hair clung to his hands, Nol closed his eyes and hugged the illusion once more.

He was thankful for the little tricks of the succubi. Judging by the outcome, he indeed felt much more relaxed.

The poor succubi. They were destined not to extract life force from him—how could one possibly extract life force from a purely undead being?

Perhaps the heavens sensed the grudge of the succubi. When Nol really opened his eyes, he realized something was amiss.

Teest lay opposite him; his usually smooth hair was now a mess. The look he gave Nol was complex, with a hint of accusation in his eyes.

Nol subconsciously raised his hand and sniffed it. As expected, he smelled the faint scent of Teest’s hair on his palm.

Nol: “……”

Nol: “…Last night… I…”

“You woke me up by pulling my hair last night,” Teest said with a hint of melancholy. “Did you have a strange dream? Were you shearing sheep?”

Nol averted his gaze.

Teest sized him up and hummed meaningfully. “Alright, no jokes. It’s easy to guess. Those starving succubi must have wanted to get something out of you, the ‘human’. I won’t ask whom you dreamt of, but… you have a thing for hair? It’s quite a unique fetish. Fortunately, it wasn’t too noticeable.”

Suppressing a myriad of thoughts, Nol pondered for a few seconds and then just nodded heavily.

The succubi had no food, so naturally, there was no breakfast. Only a morning court assembly.

Both Teest and Nol were given chairs. The two Players were still not allowed into the court and had to wait in the hall outside.

The boundary between day and night was unclear here. Even the definition of “morning” was determined by the state of the hourglass beside the throne.

The beautiful throne remained empty, with no sign of the queen named “Wilimina”. Nol looked at the vacant throne, resisting the urge to sigh.

“Last night, I felt violated.”

Teest was the first to speak among all the succubi, his tone solemn and sad. “I know you all are hungry, but how could you not even greet before preying on my lover?”

The room went silent.

“… Allow me to explain, Mr. Teest.”

The male succubus named Adonis—or Doni for short*—stood up. He wandered up to Teest and Nol and bowed with difficulty.

*Adonis (阿多尼斯). Doni (多尼). Generally, nicknames are given when the names of the characters (especially westernized) are too long.

Teest looked at him with a hurt expression, while Nol tried to mimic an offended look.

“We all know it was rude… Just like other groups, we wouldn’t touch a comrade’s lover. We are truly sorry, but the children are too hungry.”

Nol’s “offended look” almost faltered. “What?”

“You might not know,” Doni said, looking down. “The longer the lifespan of an immortal species, the harder it is to reproduce and the more precious the offspring. Since… Since we’ve been trapped here, no children have been born for many years. Children need a lot of life force to grow… We forcibly put the few remaining children to sleep, but they still need life force to sustain basic consumption.”

Speaking of this, he lowered his head even more. “If we told you outright, it would be like kidnapping the two of you to help. We thought just once—just once—and they could last a few more months. Maybe you wouldn’t notice, and we’d find another way by then…”

Dumbstruck, Nol gripped Teest’s hand and feigned ignorance. “I heard that succubi occasionally go out to hunt, and there are humans in your dungeons. Why not choose more prey?”

Doni seemed uneasy. He glanced at Teest, then quickly looked away. The other succubi remained silent, with only a few sighs echoing in the large space.

“I’m curious too.” Teest took the opportunity to question, clear and loud.

“…Because we can’t,” Doni answered bitterly after a moment. “When the Great Queen Hyacinth was alive, we could hunt normally. But afterward… many of our kin who ventured to the Dream Edge realm never returned. At first, two or three out of ten would disappear. Then that number rose to five or six. In the past twenty years, not one who went out ‘hunting’ has returned.”

“Hyacinth died over 150 years ago,” Nol said, trying to remain calm. “After 150 years, you should know the reason. Who is your enemy? Where are they?”

Perhaps sensing a hint of malice in his tone, Doni finally looked at Nol.

He let out a raspy, unpleasant laugh, then slowly shook his head.

“We only know the enemy is the Eternal Church,” he said slowly. “As for what methods they used… we don’t know. Really, we don’t. Every succubus who encountered them disappeared. Not one has returned with any clues in over 150 years.”

Nol silently gripped the armrest of his chair.

“The humans in the dungeons are invaders from the Eternal Church. If it wasn’t for them, we would have starved to death decades ago,” Doni continued. “You might think we’re incompetent, but apart from the tribes in the Shiva Realm, succubi from other countries were nearly wiped out. Even living this pitifully, we’ve lasted the longest…”

[Perhaps the invaders from the Eternal Church are being used as “food”,] Teest thought. [If the extermination continues, the species will become extinct, so why not just domesticate them and weaken their spirit—that’s probably what the people from the Eternal Church are thinking.]

[Then they dream more than the succubi,] Nol responded coldly.

[Haha!] Teest laughed unreservedly in his mind. [I’m growing fonder of your sense of humor, Mr. Lich.]

“I won’t provide life force for those children.” Nol hissed at the succubus Doni. “If you want to save them, go find your own food.”

Doni looked at Nol with an expected “sure enough” expression, his dim eyes showing no anger. “We were at fault first. We understand…”

“But I don’t.” Nol’s voice softened. He stood up and walked to Doni. “If it were my children I wanted to save, I would do anything for them. Dignity, honor, I’d throw them all away—if your manners prevent you from questioning me or rebuking me, then why don’t you plead with me?”

The queen was nowhere to be found, the children were dying, and their race was on the verge of extinction. The succubi lived methodically while slowly starving to death, calmly choosing the next heir, as if the world were still normal.

Was he crazy, or were they?

Doni lifted his dry eyes, looking at Nol with a gaze as lifeless as a true corpse. He said nothing.

Instead, Teest raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Nol’s straight back.

“Say it.” Nol stared deep into his eyes. “Say you want to survive.”

Doni stretched his mouth into an indecipherable smile on his mummified face.

“As I said before, I’m in charge of Lord Teest in the heir selection.” He politely changed the topic, took a few steps back, and bowed respectfully to Teest. “The contents of the heir selection have been decided.”

“Whoever successfully brings back the maddened queen will be the next heir.”


The author has something to say:

Teest: (Sound asleep, suddenly grabbed in the middle of the night, and had his hair wildly tousled)

Teest: (Deep in thought)

Teest: …Buddy, you have a weird way of XP interaction.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch33

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 33

Xiao Pang was killed, implying that the hidden S Army was about to launch a roundup plan on the few remaining members of the Falcon Squadron.

On the eastern side of the long street, there was a bank. It was the tallest building on this block. After Zhou Qian received a message from the system, he quickly assessed the situation of the entire street and then swiftly directed the other players to take cover inside the bank.

At that moment, Situ Qing was still struggling emotionally, but after Zhou Qian tapped her on the shoulder and asked, “Do you really want to die here?”, she finally wiped away her tears and quickly entered the bank.

Meanwhile, everyone received another message from the system.

[Player Zhou Qian: Conversion Rate 80%, Conversion Direction—Bei He]

[Player He Xiaowei: Conversion Rate 80%, Conversion Direction—Dong Shui]

[Player Yun Xiangrong: Conversion Rate 80%, Conversion Direction—Xi Jiang]

[Player Situ Qing: Conversion Rate 60%, Conversion Direction—Nan Hu*]

*South Lake.

Except for Situ Qing, who was slightly behind, the other three players were at the same rate. Zhou Qian estimated that by the end of this task, the three of them would directly reach 100%.

As for the subtask he triggered by gifting the mooncake, he probably had to find Jiang Yuqing to complete it.

Among the four, Zhou Qian was the last to enter the bank. As he was quickly figuring out the next move in the game, he took out an item from his bag.

[Item: Snail Transmitter]

[Function: Made up of snail brothers. Only the size of a real snail, but it’s great at picking up sounds! Stick the younger snail somewhere discreet and place the older snail in your ear. Whatever the younger hears, the elder will relay to you!]

After sticking the younger snail on the lamppost behind Xiao Pang’s body, Zhou Qian didn’t immediately enter the bank. He scanned the surroundings, then sent out the small dragon he always carried with him.

After giving it an item and whispering a few words to it, Zhou Qian felt that he was adequately prepared. Only after completing these two tasks did he finally enter the bank.

Upon entering, Zhou Qian immediately closed the door and went straight up to the top floor, the seventh floor, via the stairs. Looking out of the window, he was vigilant for any signs of the S Army.

At this moment, He Xiaowei approached him, crouching. “Hey… Could the S Army possibly plant bombs, seeing us hide here, encircle us with them, and blow us up?”

Narrowing his eyes and looking around, Zhou Qian accessed the system’s map to check something, then said, “It’s certainly possible.”

He Xiaowei: “What?!”

Zhou Qian continued, “But remember, this isn’t a real war setting; it’s a heavily scripted game. The shot that hit Xiao Pang indicates the onset of the S Army’s rampage, yet the hidden sniper hasn’t acted against us right away.”

He Xiaowei realized. “Right. So, the game gives us some prep time to find cover.”

Zhou Qian responded, “Exactly. Knowing this, I sent my dragon out covertly to accomplish a task during this brief window.”

He Xiaowei curiously asked, “What task?”

“Let’s wait until it succeeds before I tell you.”

Zhou Qian added, “However, what you mentioned earlier could indeed happen, so we definitely can’t stay here for long.”

As they spoke, Yun Xiangrong and Situ Qing approached, each holding a large box. Inside were two guns and three grenades.

Yun Xiangrong said, “While you were coming up, we searched the ground floor and found a basement. It seems to be an intelligence agency’s hideout. Look, these guns have a ‘7’ symbol on them.”

“Good find.” Zhou Qian looked at them and asked, “But among you, who knows how to shoot?”

After a moment of silence, Situ Qing took the initiative to pick up a rifle. She skillfully changed the magazine and then just as expertly attached the silencer. Her movements were clearly professional.

“Damn, how do you know how to use a gun?” He Xiaowei looked at her in surprise.

Situ Qing walked to the window and looked out, saying indifferently, “I worked at a shooting range and often played with the guests. They liked to challenge people. I usually let them win.”

A little later, He Xiaowei and Yun Xiangrong went into the building to look for more usable weapons.

Situ Qing stood by the window with her rifle, acting as a temporary sniper.

Zhou Qian continued to study the city map. The city was well planned, with several main roads crisscrossing, leading everywhere. Buildings neatly lined both sides of the roads, connected by countless small alleys…

In such a big city, where could Jiang Yuqing be hiding?

With the limited information they had, it was hard for the players to decide. Searching inch by inch was clearly impossible, especially with countless S Army troops possibly about to flood the city.

After a while, Yun Xiangrong and He Xiaowei returned. As expected, He Xiaowei brought back a can of oil from the kitchen. However, they didn’t find much else.

While Zhou Qian was deep in thought, studying the map, Situ Qing whispered, “Two people are coming!”

Zhou Qian looked out the window and saw two armed figures in the streetlight, looking similar to the gunmen from the 12 rooms.

They walked over and glanced at Xiao Pang. Using the snail tool, Zhou Qian easily heard their conversation.

One asked, “Are you sure it’s here?”

The other replied, “Yes. A scout killed this kid and reported seeing members of the Falcon Squadron nearby. At the time, only the scout was here. The Falcon Squadron members are all skilled, so he only killed the kid and fled, not daring to act rashly against the others.”

“Then they’re probably hiding around here. Send people to search every house!”

“Yes.”

“And see if Jiang Yuqing is hiding on this street too!”

“Yes.”

“I’ll remind you again, Jiang Yuqing has something very important… He’s too cunning. He hasn’t left a single draft! All the formulas are in his head! We must capture him alive. Don’t harm him.”

“Understood, boss.”

Having overheard this, Zhou Qian quickly relayed their conversation to his teammates. He Xiaowei immediately frowned. “Damn, this level is hard. We’re just four, but the S Army is countless! It’s already hard to escape under their noses, let alone searching the whole place for Jiang Yuqing. It’s impossible! This mission is impossible!”

Zhou Qian said, “That’s why I think—searching for Jiang Yuqing isn’t our job. We should let others do it for us.”

He Xiaowei: “Huh?”

Zhou Qian continued, “Didn’t they say? They want to capture Jiang Yuqing alive because of the important data he has. So, it’s not wise for us to search the city for him. The real way to pass the level is to let them find him. We follow them discreetly, and once they find him, we rescue him.”

“Although the S Army outnumbers us, we have the advantage of surprise.”

In reality, He Xiaowei didn’t feel that his group had much of an advantage. The enemies had guns and cannons, and to exaggerate a bit, they might even have poison gas grenades. But his own group only had two rifles and three hand grenades.

At this moment, Zhou Qian coldly watched the two men on the street, continuing to eavesdrop.

The commander said, “Search this street quickly! If Jiang Yuqing isn’t here… I don’t care where the Falcon Squadron is hiding. Just plant explosives and blow up the entire street!”

“Yes.” One of the subordinates pulled out a walkie-talkie, said something, and quickly entered a nearby three-story building. He came out a minute later.

By this time, over ten more S Army troops had arrived, beginning their door-to-door search.

Having taken in the entire scene, Zhou Qian glanced at the time displayed on the system panel, saying, “They’ll find our building in about five minutes. So, listen closely to my deployment plan—”

“Situ Qing, you’ll take one minute to teach He Xiaowei how to use a gun. I don’t need him to be precise, just to be able to fire the bullets.”

“He Xiaowei, after you’ve learned how to shoot in one minute, leave this building first. The street runs north to south, and the S Army is searching from south to north. Therefore, exit the bank building through the back door and run north through the alley outside. After passing four buildings, find an appropriate sniping position. You must complete this within three minutes.”

“Three minutes later, Situ Qing will snipe from our current position. He Xiaowei’s task is to shoot from a building four buildings to the north, covering her.”

“He Xiaowei, just shoot freely. If you hit someone, great; if not, no worries. Our real sniper is Situ Qing. Just cover her and protect yourself.”

“Yun Xiaorong will leave with He Xiaowei. Follow him to the sniping position four buildings away, and within three minutes, set up an ignition mechanism using this barrel of oil. The fuse must be placed just right. When He Xiaowei shoots, time it right and ignite the fuse to explode the barrel.”

“If the trap works to its full potential, it’s best to trap the enemy army when they try to enter the building to shoot He Xiaowei.”

“Of course, even if it doesn’t kill the enemy, it’s okay. Its primary purpose is to help you and He Xiaowei escape. Once the building catches fire, they will be blocked and can’t directly pass through that building to the alleyway where you’re escaping.”

“So, I need to emphasize, measure the fuse correctly. It shouldn’t explode before you and He Xiaowei leave the bank. Time it perfectly. If it doesn’t kill, it’s okay; the primary goal is to ensure your escape.”

After listening, the three of them asked Zhou Qian in unison, “What about you?”

You’ve planned for us meticulously; what about yourself?

Zhou Qian said, “This city has three main roads. The street we’re on is on the outermost layer. I guess the S Army will close in layer by layer, searching every house for Jiang Yuqing and us. By the way… have you played PUBG*?”

*PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. A battle royale game in which up to one hundred players are parachuted onto an island where they scavenge for weapons and equipment to kill other players while avoiding getting killed themselves.

He Xiaowei immediately responded, “Yes! I have!”

“That’s right. In PUBG, there’s the shrinking play zone, right? 100 players drop onto a map, shooting at each other, and the safe zone keeps changing, getting smaller, forcing the remaining players into a tiny point for a final showdown…”

“It’s similar for us now. We can consider these three main roads, along with their surrounding alleys, as three safe zones.”

“Currently, we’re in the outermost zone. The S Army will probably spend less than half an hour checking this entire area. Once they confirm Jiang Yuqing isn’t here, they’ll bomb this place. By then, this initially safe zone will no longer be safe, and we have to flee to the next zone, the second main road—Changjiang Road.”

“The enemies will keep increasing. During our escape, we take down whoever we can. So, I’ve devised this plan, especially since a few of their leaders seem to have emerged. We must eliminate them first.”

“Let me reiterate the overall plan—Situ Qing will try to shoot as many S Army soldiers as possible. He Xiaowei will provide cover from the building four structures away. Once he attracts the enemy, Yun Xiaorong ignites the fuse, and they both retreat. Situ Qing, remember to withdraw in time. Don’t expose your position. If you don’t hit anyone, it doesn’t matter; first, preserve your life and run.”

“Remember, your retreat location is Changjiang Road.”

At this point, Zhou Qian pointed towards the east, where a cross faintly appeared, signaling a church.

“The church is located on the second main road, Changjiang Road. That’s our next safe zone. Do you see the tall building next to the church? That’s our rendezvous point.”

“That building is the tallest on the second main road. It’s similar to this bank and is an excellent vantage point.”

“After all, this is just a game. If all the tall buildings are filled with snipers, it becomes too hard for us. So, I assume, like this bank, that tall building hasn’t been occupied by the S Army.”

“The idea remains the same. The S Army is encircling from the outskirts of the city, layer by layer searching inwards, bombing buildings, until they locate Jiang Yuqing. Hence, there probably aren’t any enemies inside that building for the time being.”

“But this is just my initial guess. It may not be 100% accurate. There might still be snipers hidden inside. So, while you all move, I’ll act immediately.”

“You just asked me, ‘What about me?'”

“Now, I’m telling you. I’ll reach that tall building first to check if there are any ambushes from the S Army.”

“If I die, He Xiaowei—” Looking at He Xiaowei, Zhou Qian said, “Please persuade Yun Xiangrong to use the Tick Tock Clock to save me. If I’m alive, I’ll message you through the system, instructing you to regroup here.”

To save time, Zhou Qian explained everything swiftly. Given the urgency, hardly anyone had time to doubt or discuss better options. In such situations, absolute obedience was the most efficient response.

Zhou Qian was the first to descend the building. Exiting from the bank’s back door, he went through an alley and hid behind garbage bins, peeking out to observe the street’s situation. After a little over half a minute, he heard movement behind him. As expected, He Xiaowei and Yun Xiangrong followed.

Utilizing the sparse light from the street, He Xiaowei gestured to Zhou Qian, then quickly moved into another alley, heading to the northern four-story building. Yun Xiangrong, carrying an oil barrel and moving slower, tried to keep pace.

The layout of Cypress City was clear. The sea lay to the west of the city, hence the name West Pier. The first main road from West Pier to the east was the very street the S Army was sweeping. The bank where Zhou Qian and the others were located was near the main city area, on the eastern side of the street.

This meant they could avoid crossing the main road during their escape and could directly reach the tallest building on Changjiang Road through a maze of alleys.

At the moment, many S Army soldiers had gathered on the main street. They searched house by house, swiftly clearing each alley, moving from south to north. After clearing a building, they planted explosives, intending to blow everything up soon.

Witnessing all this, Zhou Qian hoped that the explosion Yun Xiangrong would cause with the oil barrel might ignite the bombs the S Army placed prematurely, inflicting heavy casualties. But that was quite an idealistic hope. If everything went according to plan, just reaching the next rendezvous point after killing some S Army soldiers would be great.

Three minutes later, a gunshot was heard. It was Situ Qing acting punctually. Without any bravado, she shot the leader’s head. A dozen S Army soldiers instantly raised their guns, rushing out of various buildings, looking for the shooter. Another shot was fired by He Xiaowei from the outskirts of the four-story building, shattering a streetlight, drawing the soldiers’ attention.

“Over there! Throw grenades at that building!”

“Yes!”

After this command, three soldiers with grenades moved towards He Xiaowei’s location. However, four crisp gunshots rang out from Situ Qing. All her shots found their marks. The three grenade-bearing soldiers fell before reaching He Xiaowei’s building, and the commander who ordered the grenades was also killed.

[Situ Qing, you might be exposed. Run now. Saving your life is most important.]

Upon receiving this message from Zhou Qian, Situ Qing immediately fled. Just as she left the building and hid in an adjacent alley, shouts were heard on the main street. “Wrong! The real sniper is in the bank! Move in quickly and eliminate them! This Falcon Squadron is too cunning!”

At this very moment, Situ Qing, who was desperately running for her life in the darkness, felt her heart skip a beat.

He’s different. Zhou Qian really… is different from Mu Sheng.

Upon reflection, she thought she should have realized this earlier. Most people in this world weren’t like Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng was an anomaly—a demon dragging her down with him. She should have… should have left him long ago.

Elsewhere, Zhou Qian quickly sent messages to He Xiaowei and Yun Xiangrong.

[Successfully took out two of their minor leaders. Without a leader, they’ll be more chaotic; the mission is accomplished. Run now.]

After sending the two messages, Zhou Qian dashed toward the tallest building near the second main road.

He estimated that it was unlikely for an ambush to be there, but he wasn’t completely sure.

As he ran, Zhou Qian pulled out a second dragon scale, quickly summoning another small dragon.

After giving the dragon its orders, it flew from his embrace, heading straight for the tall building.

The dragon carried Zhou Qian’s life essence and would be treated as if it were a human.

It could test if there was a sniper hidden in the building.

After the dragon left, Zhou Qian stopped momentarily in a small alley far from the main street.

He stood with his back against a tree, blending into the shadows of the night. His gaze remained fixed in the direction the dragon had gone, not wavering in the slightest.

However, just a minute later, “Bang”—

From a distance, the sound of a gunshot echoed, and something fell, motionless.

At this very moment, Situ Qing, Yun Xiangrong, and He Xiaowei had split into two groups, each rushing towards that tall building. They had temporarily hidden in secluded spots, waiting for a definite message from Zhou Qian before converging at the building.

But they all heard the gunshot unexpectedly.

He Xiaowei almost shouted, but Yun Xiangrong covered his mouth just in time.

“Qian… What if something happened to him?” He Xiaowei’s voice shook uncontrollably. “Even if you guys had disagreements, objectively speaking, he’s not the main culprit. Without him, we might not get through the next level. This—”

Yun Xiangrong’s voice was also grave. Her dark eyes stared intently at the building, trying to locate the sniper.

She whispered, her voice hoarse, “Don’t worry. After all, he is Zhou Qian. I don’t think he’d die so easily. Let’s wait for further updates and not panic.”

As Yun Xiangrong spoke, a loud noise erupted behind them.

It was an oil drum trap set up by Yun Xiangrong, now detonated.

The resulting fire spread rapidly, engulfing the entire building in moments.

Among the flames, distant shouts of the S Army could be heard.

“We should retreat to the perimeter!”

“Right, retreat! We’ve set up so many bombs; the fire will surely set them off!”

“Jiang Yuqing is definitely not here; otherwise, they wouldn’t cause an explosion!”

“Retreat to the pier! Then blow this place up! We have many men… after the explosion, let them all come down, and we’ll push towards the city center!”

“Right! They won’t have anywhere else to run!”

Hearing this, He Xiaowei said, “Qian was right! The safe zone is shrinking… we have to keep moving towards the city. And did you hear? They’re getting reinforcements from the west pier! Isn’t their army on the ships? Did I hear it wrong?”

“You heard right,” Yun Xiangrong replied. “Their main forces are at the west pier.”

He Xiaowei exclaimed, “But our mission is to escort Jiang Yuqing to the west pier to board a ship! Do we really… have to take them all out as Qian said? How can we do that? With our mana, we could run out at any moment… How can we fight so many soldiers?! This mission is impossible!”

On the other side, Situ Qing had similar thoughts.

Zhou Qian turned out to be different from what she had imagined. Mu Sheng always pushed her to take risks. But although Zhou Qian was the team leader, guiding everyone’s actions, he also took risks himself. But…

Is he dead?

This mission was like facing a hundred enemies with just one person.

Can we really succeed?

Zhou Qian, the man everyone was worried about, was standing beneath a tree.

He watched as the dragon he had dispatched fell in the darkness. Its body slowly became transparent until it turned into a dim dragon scale, impossible for him to find.

Upon hearing the loud explosion, Zhou Qian turned around emotionlessly, looking at the building behind him that was engulfed in roaring flames.

The reflection of the fire in his unfathomably cold eyes made them seem as if they were ablaze.

He faintly felt that this time… he might actually be a little angry.


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Qizi Ch33

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 33

The bathroom door was unexpectedly pushed open. Startled, Ling Xiao’s hand quickly sprang away from the mirror. Turning to see the unexpected intruder, the two met eyes for the first time since waking up. This moment seemed to last for countless ages.

Not only did the opening of the door let in the flowing air, but it also brought with it Ling Xiao’s lost memories, which surged into his mind with the appearance of the man before him. Those forgotten scenes—intense, explicit, and desperate—jostled and rushed from his dormant memories, overwhelming him.

An eerie silence claimed the room. The atmosphere seemed to solidify into a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign at the door, and even dust seemed unable to penetrate.

The two silently exchanged glances for a long while. Only after Ying Feng gave him a quick up and down did Ling Xiao realize he was in disarray, even lacking a top.

“Why did you come in without knocking?” he blurted.

Ying Feng’s response was to step forward and close the door. The room was small to begin with, and with the door shut, it felt even more cramped. The distance between them was now close enough to touch.

Suppressing the urge to step back, Ling Xiao wanted to grab a piece of clothing or even a towel to wrap around himself, but he didn’t want to appear embarrassed in front of the other.

“We’re short on time, so I’ll only say this once,” Ying Feng began, indifferent to Ling Xiao’s state. “If the military finds out we deliberately entered that lab, your actions will be seen as intentional theft. Such a statement would be detrimental to you.”

“So, no matter how they question you, insist you accidentally wandered in or wait for my arrival before answering. As long as I’m not present, you have the right to remain silent at any time.”

“We’ll figure out the rest. Just remember what I’ve said.”

Having relayed this calmly and without a hint of unnecessary concern—like a lawyer instructing his client—he finally paused.

“Get ready soon,” he said, turning to leave.

“Do you blame me?” Ling Xiao’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Ying Feng’s grip on the doorknob tightened. “What’s the use of saying that now?”

He turned his head slightly, his voice still cold. “Regardless, if you hadn’t acted as you did, both our souls would have been utterly obliterated. So, in that respect, I should thank you.”

As Ying Feng left, the real world seemed to be shut out with him. Ling Xiao felt that as long as he didn’t leave this place, the things he didn’t want to face would never come.

Unfortunately, the inevitable couldn’t be avoided. After getting himself together, a short man in military uniform was waiting outside his door, accompanied by two officers.

“Are you ready to come with us?” It was phrased as a question, but there was no room for refusal.

Ling Xiao had expected this. He glanced around and saw Ying Feng and the principal on the other side of the corridor, both looking ambiguously in his direction.

Noticing his gaze, the principal nodded reassuringly, signaling him to go with them without worry. That’s when Ling Xiao realized what “we” Ying Feng was referring to.

Without any acknowledgement from Ying Feng, Ling Xiao quietly averted his gaze, whispering to the man in front, “Let’s go.”

They walked in the opposite direction of Ying Feng. Those behind silently watched the departing figures. As Fu Yao walked, he turned his head and, with a smile, mouthed to Ying Feng, “I’ll wait for you.”

Only when their figures disappeared around the corner did the principal turn to Ying Feng and say, “Let’s go as well.”

The military and school aircraft departed from the medical station one after the other, heading towards the same destination.

Upon arriving at the detention center, Fu Yao personally escorted Ling Xiao to his cell.

“You seem quite stable, more so than most Qizi. Probably because of the lingering aura of that young man. However, it’s uncertain how long you can maintain this state. I hope your time here won’t be too unbearable.”

Signaling the guard, the cell door slowly closed in front of Ling Xiao. The two men left, leaving him surrounded by an eerie silence and the chill of a cold window.

Dazed, Ling Xiao sat on the bed’s edge. Before long, his right hand began to shake uncontrollably. He immediately gripped his wrist with his left hand, but soon the left started shaking violently too. Gradually, the tremors spread throughout his body, forcing him to curl up in an attempt to fend off the sudden agony.

When Ling Xiao was enduring mental torture alone, Ying Feng and the principal were negotiating outside.

“We would like to apply for bail pending trial.”

“Name?”

“Ling Xiao.”

The prison staff checked. “The one just brought in? But he has only been in for less than ten minutes.”

“He just had his coming-of-age ceremony today, as a Qizi. For him, ten minutes already feels like a long time.”

“Coming-of-age ceremony? Today? With whom?”

“With me.” Ying Feng, who had been standing behind, took a step forward.

The warden looked up into his eyes. “Congratulations.”

“We had our coming-of-age ceremony less than 24 hours ago. According to regulations, for 72 hours after the ceremony, the Qizi must be with their Qizhu or under medical supervision. Afterward, a Qizi not rated high-risk must not be forcibly separated from their Qizhu for ten days. Here’s his medical report.”

Since Fu Yao had given that information, Ying Feng and the principal had been quickly researching relevant legal provisions. By now, Ying Feng had committed all relevant clauses to memory.

The warden reviewed the medical report and found no issues.

“What you’re talking about is medical regulations, but he has violated the law now.”

“Medical regulations take precedence over legal ones. Even death row inmates have the right to medical care during their imprisonment. If the health of any criminal or suspect is not guaranteed during detention, it’s the detention center’s negligence.”

The warden sighed. Truth be told, situations like this were rare. Nobody would be thrown into jail right after their coming-of-age ceremony, especially when that person was personally brought in by Fu Yao with only vague charges of theft.

“While I get your point, the suspect was brought in by Major General Fu Yao. You’d need his permission for bail.”

“We’ll get his permission,” the principal interjected. “Please expedite the procedure for him. You know the danger of leaving a Qizi in there during their adjustment period. Every minute can be risky.”

“That’s not my call,” the warden replied, then dialed a superior, reporting briefly.

“Alright, I understand.” He hung up. “They want to interrogate him first.”

“I demand to be present,” Ying Feng promptly added.

The warden didn’t refuse this time. “Fill out the form.”

After Ying Feng completed the paperwork, the warden signaled him to proceed but stopped the principal, who wanted to follow.

“You can’t go in.”

“I’m his principal, the school’s guardian.”

“From the moment he became an adult, there are no school guardians. There’s only the Qizhu. Please wait outside.”

The principal, without permission to attend, anxiously touched Ying Feng’s arm. “Don’t say anything unnecessary.”

“Okay.”

Ying Feng entered the interrogation room, seeing both the interrogator and Ling Xiao. Having been in that environment for only fifteen minutes, Ling Xiao looked significantly drained. Pale-faced, his lips tightly pressed, and hands clenched under the table to prevent them from shaking too visibly. Yet, his remarkable willpower was evident. Even in this situation, he exuded an intense defiance. His mental torment hadn’t reached his eyes, which remained sharp.

Ying Feng walked over and sat next to him. Only after he was seated did the interrogator speak.

“Your Qizhu insisted on being present during the interrogation. Can we begin now?”

At the words “Qizhu”, Ling Xiao’s eyes twitched. After a moment, he nodded.

The interrogator got straight to the point. “How did you obtain Embers II, which even the military prohibits?”

“At the base, during an external study visit,” Ying Feng answered.

The interrogator looked surprised, then turned to Ling Xiao, who nodded in agreement.

“Can you elaborate?”

“Earlier this month, our school organized a visit to the base. There was an accident. We got lost during the regroup and stumbled into a lab. That’s where we found Embers II.”

“Is that true?” the interrogator asked Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao, eyes downcast, confirmed, “It’s true.”

“Was there a clear sign prohibiting entry at the lab’s door?”

“Yes, it said ‘No Unauthorized Entry’.”

“Why did you enter anyway?”

“Out of curiosity.”

“Did you know the name and purpose of the stolen item before taking it?”

“Yes.”

“How did you know?”

“Two people came to the site during that time. We learned from their conversation.”

“People came but didn’t see you. So, you hid?”

“Yes.”

“Who were they?”

“Dr. Yao Tai, the health doctor from Bikong Academy, and Dr. Zhi Shang, the chief researcher at the base.”

The interrogator carefully noted down, “What did they go to do?”

“They also went to get the Embers II, related to the accident at that time.”

“Elaborate further.”

“We don’t know more details. Just after the injection, they could quickly head to the lighthouse and activate the protective shield. So, we concluded that it’s a very powerful thing.” Ying Feng deliberately omitted what he heard from Zhen He.

“Continue,” the interrogator said.

“Before leaving, I took one with me and secretly took it out of the base.” Ling Xiao took over the conversation.

“Why did you take it?”

“Just out of curiosity. I had no other intentions.”

“Did your companion, who is now your Qizhu and was present at the time, know about this?”

Ying Feng: “I did.”

Ling Xiao: “He didn’t.”

Ling Xiao looked at him in surprise; even the interrogator had a puzzled expression.

“You need to be sure about the answer to this question. It determines whether you are guilty in this case. If you accidentally entered the lab, the penalty is minor. But if you knew and didn’t report it, you’d be considered an accomplice. Are you aware of this?”

“I knew he took something that wasn’t his. I clearly knew what he took, but I neither stopped him nor exposed him. I am responsible for the consequences.”

He was very certain, and the interrogator emphasized again, “Your current statement could lead to your detainment. Are you sure everything you said is true?”

“I am.”

Ling Xiao looked puzzled and shocked. He didn’t understand why Ying Feng would say that. However, Fu Yao, who had been listening from the next room, chuckled.

“This guy is interesting. Regardless of whether he’s guilty or not, he’s insistent on taking the blame. It’s as if he wants us to detain him.”

Fu Yao’s Qizi whispered, “He’s probably worried that if his Qizi can’t be released, at least the two of them can be detained together. After all, for a newly initiated Qizi, staying overnight in custody is almost equivalent to a death sentence.”

“How redundant. During their chaotic phase, a Qizi isn’t allowed to be detained at the center. Even if found guilty, they can only be sent to medical supervision. Didn’t he consider the situation where his Qizi gets released and he gets detained?”

His own Qizhu was quite mischievous. The Qizi sighed. “If they’re not allowed to be detained, why bring them here?”

“I just wanted to scare him a bit, to see if it’s his sense of responsibility or self-will that predominates. Many years ago, when someone left, I stole a vehicle to intercept him. I did stop him. But he told me if he wanted to leave, he could leave any day. I could stop him for a day, but not the second day, the third day… So, I let him go. Over the years, I’ve been wondering if letting him go was a mistake. Maybe if I forced him to stay, the outcome would be different.”

His Qizi pondered for a moment. “I think you couldn’t have kept him. The tragedy of their coming-of-age ceremony was man-made. His heart was filled with resentment towards the culprit. It’s understandable he didn’t want to take responsibility. Though the outcome for these two was similar, it was purely accidental. Moreover, compared to Embers II, the life of a fledgling is much more precious.”

“To be honest, I’m quite glad they stole Embers II. Even though they broke the law, it unexpectedly saved their lives. It seems like there’s a divine plan. Their union is probably the same.”

Fu Yao nodded in agreement. “Some people shape their own destiny, while others are simply innocent. For people like these, we should help.”

He gestured. “Proceed with their release on bail.”

Back in the interrogation room, the interrogator was about to conclude.

“I have one last question for you,” he addressed Ling Xiao. “The testimony you provided—is it the truth, or did your Qizhu use his authority to make you say it?”

Ling Xiao remained silent for a while. Just when Ying Feng feared that the question might make him retract his statement, Ling Xiao softly said, “It’s the truth.”

The interrogator nodded and organized the documents he had recorded.

“Your situation is quite unique, so I’ll have to consult my superiors. In the meantime, please return to your respective waiting areas.”

Hearing they’d have to go back to their previous locations, Ling Xiao tensed up. Even though he quickly composed himself, Yin Feng caught his reaction from the corner of his eye.

“Someone in his state shouldn’t be kept here for long. I hope you can expedite the process.”

“I understand,” the interrogator replied. “I’m also a Qizi. I know how it feels.” He then reassured Ling Xiao. “Endure these first three days, and it’ll get better. I’ll apply for you as soon as I can, but the final decision depends on my superiors.”

The two were separated again. Yin Feng remained silent, and Ling Xiao didn’t look at him even once. It was as if they were strangers.

Once Ling Xiao was escorted away, the interrogator curiously asked Yin Feng, “I’m confused about your relationship. During the interrogation, I thought you were close, but now you seem distant. At moments like this, a hug would be comforting for him, but you two didn’t even make eye contact.”

Yin Feng turned to him. “More than a hug, he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.”

The interrogator shrugged apologetically. “I’ll get on it right away.”

With Fu Yao’s quiet recommendation, the bail papers were quickly approved, but the principal still felt it took too long.

“You can take him now.” The prison guard handed over the papers. “Given your unique circumstances, the trial will resume after the Qizi has safely passed the danger period, which is ten days from now. This applies to you too.”

The principal warned, “Every second in here has a cumulative negative effect. A prolonged stay can severely impact a Qizi’s mental health, leading to lasting trauma. Make sure to comfort and care for him.”

Yin Feng took the papers and left, the principal uncertain if he had heeded his words.

The guard was idly sitting in his seat when he saw a figure approaching. The person had the physique of a fledgling, but their eyes were the deep black of an adult. It was rare to see someone who had completed the coming-of-age ceremony yet still retained such a youthful appearance in this place. Today, he had seen two such individuals, and one of them was still detained inside.

“What can I do for you?” the guard inquired.

Yin Feng presented the bail approval documents. “I’m here to get my Qizi out.”


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Tip: After the coming-of-age ceremony, a Qizi goes through three days of disorder, followed by seven days of the danger period. During this time, unless their psychological assessment is rated as high risk (like Lan Sheng), they shouldn’t be forcibly separated from their Qizhu.


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