Qizi Ch4

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 4

Ling Xiao wasn’t truly fixated on his partner from a previous life. However, Zhen He’s words undoubtedly caught Ying Feng’s attention. Seeing the other party hesitate and then decide to return, Ling Xiao pretended to be interested and stayed as well.

“The base hold the secret to finding a partner in a previous life? Are you sure about this?” Ying Feng asked.

“No, I’m not,” Zhen He replied confidently. “I only heard about this rumor. I can’t guarantee it’s true.”

“If even the intel is uncertain, aren’t you just a scammer?” Ling Xiao interjected.

“Whether I’m a scammer or not depends on the needs of the buyer. Some might think this information isn’t worth a dime, while others might be willing to pay a hefty price, even if it’s just for the slightest chance.”

“I don’t believe it. Who would buy intel that might not even be true? That person must be crazy.”

“Name your price,” Ying Feng straightforwardly declared.

Ling Xiao couldn’t believe his ears. “You want to buy it?”

Zhen He, even more straightforwardly, simply raised five fingers to signify the price.

“That expensive?” Ling Xiao felt that calling Zhen He merely a scammer was an understatement. The price was equivalent to their two months’ living expenses.

“That’s a friendly price considering you’re fledglings and alumni. If it were someone from outside, the price would be much higher.”

Ling Xiao wanted to argue further, but before he could, he saw Ying Feng already taking out his card.

“I like doing business with decisive people like you,” Zhen He remarked, reaching out for the card, only to be stopped by Ling Xiao.

“Hold on!” Ling Xiao interjected, halting the two in the midst of their transaction. Both turned their attention to him.

“You really want to buy this?” Ling Xiao asked Ying Feng.

“What’s it to you?” Ying Feng shot back.

After a quick thought about the balance on his card, Ling Xiao said, “I want to pitch in and buy it with you.”

However, Ying Feng was unmoved by the suggestion. “If you want to know, buy it yourself.” He once again tried to hand over his card.

This time, Ling Xiao grabbed Ying Feng’s wrist. “Isn’t my proposal beneficial for you too? You could save half the money.”

Ying Feng glanced at Ling Xiao, then at Zhen He, who simply shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. Whether one or two people hear the information, it’s the same.”

Given Zhen He’s indifference, Ying Feng eventually agreed. “Fine.”

When the card was swiped, Ling Xiao sneaked a peek at Ying Feng’s account. He was shocked by the amount Ying Feng had saved, which explained why Ying Feng didn’t hesitate earlier. In comparison, Ling Xiao, who had nearly no savings, wondered how he would manage the upcoming days without money due to this impulsive decision.

“You can tell us now,” Ling Xiao said, grimacing at his nearly depleted account balance. He vowed that if the information turned out to be false, he’d come back and wreck the shop.

“Of course,” Zhen He said, twirling a ring on his finger. “It all began with the former chief researcher of the base, Tai Yin. As a top executive of the base, it would’ve been easy to discover a reincarnated soul’s identity, but doing so was strictly forbidden by law.”

“Why?” Ling Xiao curiously interrupted.

“It’s to maintain the stability of the Tianxiu partner system. As you listen, you’ll understand.”

Zhen He sorted out the topics before he was interrupted and continued, “Tai Yin was a genius in the scientific world. His most renowned invention was a chemical drug that greatly enhances combat capabilities in a short period. The military named it ‘Embers’.”

“That restricted drug only for the military?” Ling Xiao had heard of Embers.

“Exactly. Tai Yin had numerous significant inventions throughout his life. ‘Embers’ was just one of his well-known works. His extraordinary accomplishments were due not only to his exceptional abilities but also his longevity. The last time he appeared in public, he was 436 years old—a truly venerable age even among the people of Tianxiu.”

“More than four hundred years…” Ling Xiao mused, wondering what it felt like to live for so long.

“But longevity has its drawbacks. The longer one lives, the more farewells one must face. In the latter half of Tai Yin’s life, he witnessed the departure of many close friends. Although the people of Tianxiu generally accept death, after his beloved Qizi passed away, he inevitably went astray.”

“Going astray?”

“He used his position to track his Qizi’s soul. When the other party was reincarnated and awakened, he kidnapped the unaware young reincarnation and secretly imprisoned them.”

Ling Xiao was shocked. “But Dr. Yao said that each soul only has one chance for the coming-of-age ceremony in each lifetime. Even if one’s partner passes away, they can’t form a bond with someone else.”

“What you said is absolutely right. That’s why Tai Yin and his reincarnated Qizi found themselves in a stalemate—he couldn’t have them, and he wouldn’t allow anyone else to either. The young reincarnation was forced to remain youthful, unable to mature or grow. Now you see why the law strictly prohibits tracking the whereabouts of reincarnated souls.”

Ling Xiao frowned deeply.

“Of course, Tai Yin cared about this issue more than you do. So, before his actions were exposed, he had been secretly researching ways to dissolve the original partner bond. Unfortunately, his research was halted when he was betrayed by his own student. The young reincarnation managed to escape with the student’s help and reported Tai Yin’s deeds to the military, revealing the truth.”

“And then?” Ling Xiao, engrossed in the story, eagerly asked.

“When the military publicly arrested him, he injected himself with an enhanced version of ‘Ember’, twenty times more potent than the original, single-handedly broke through the military’s siege, and once again abducted the innocent young reincarnation. The two have been missing ever since, still on the run.”

With just a few sentences, Zhen He vividly painted a dramatic picture in Ling Xiao’s mind. He only wished he had been awake earlier to witness these events.

While Ling Xiao was lost in thought, he heard Ying Feng ask, “So Tai Yin found his past life’s Qizi using his position. This information is useless to me.”

With an expression showing “I knew you would say that”, Zhen He said, “It’s true that Tai Yin used his position to find his past life’s Qizi, but during his research, he accidentally discovered a method to identify if two people were connected in their past lives. This method is said to be recorded on his personal computer.”

“How can I find that computer?”

“That computer is still in his lab, which is located somewhere within the base.”

“Somewhere?” Ling Xiao thought the description was too vague.

Zhen He conjured a small chip and threw it in the air. It expanded into a map with a pinch of his fingers.

“This is the complete floor plan of the base. I’m sure you’ll find it useful. The value of this map alone exceeds the cost of the information you’ve paid for. Additionally, I’m lending you this as a favor.”

“What is this?” Ling Xiao looked at the USB-like device handed to Ying Feng.

“Even if you find Tai Yin’s computer, you won’t be able to access his personal system. This is a universal unlocking device that can automatically crack his password. Remember, this is just a loan. Once you return from the base, please make sure to return it.”

……

The long-awaited second physiology class finally arrived. The tenth-grade students of Bikong Academy arrived at the base’s main entrance via aircraft and were immediately awed by the majestic sculpture of the word “Zero” at the entrance. This simple word “Zero” was the true name of the base, while the term “base” was just its colloquial name.

“Zero,” Ling Xiao pronounced the word as if reciting, and just when Lan Sheng and others thought he was about to express some profound sentiment, he continued, “Xiao was here*.”

*Clarity: Zero is [ling] () which is a homonym for his surname [Ling] (), so he’s basically cracking a joke since his surname is pronounced the same as the base’s name.

“Idiot!” Lan Sheng promptly kicked his ass.

“What was that for?” Ling Xiao exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. “Don’t you think this word and I have a connection?”

“All I think is that you’re being stupid,” Lan Sheng remarked, feigning disgust. “Don’t disgrace that surname.”

The group continued to marvel at the sculpture, with many students taking photos. Once they had their fill, the guide, Yao Tai, began her inquiry.

“Does anyone know why this place is named ‘Zero’?”

The students looked at each other, shaking their heads in unison, clueless.

Yao Tai solemnly explained, “Zero is the starting point of positive numbers and the endpoint of negative numbers. On the infinite number line, it always occupies the central position. For the Tianxiu people, this place is the beginning of our awakening, the end of our silence, and the midpoint of our souls.”

“After living our lives, no matter where we are, our souls return here for a brief rest and purification until they find a new body and enter a new life in slumber. Look over there.” Yao Tai pointed to the tallest building in the north. “That is the Soul Lighthouse, a beacon for departed Tianxiu souls. If it falls, our souls would be lost. Hence, every generation of Tianxiu people must shoulder the responsibility of guarding this lighthouse, and you will too in the future.”

Gazing at the towering lighthouse, the students felt a profound sense of belonging.

“I feel like there’s a voice calling out to me,” Ling Xiao murmured.

“Me too,” Lan Sheng added, looking distant. “As if something is pulling me towards it.”

Ling Xiao glanced over and noticed Ying Feng, who was away from the crowd, gazing in the same direction. His expression was as aloof as always, but there was a rare hint of gentleness in his eyes.

Ying Feng, sensing someone’s gaze, looked directly into Ling Xiao’s eyes. The brief tenderness vanished, replaced by his usual sharpness.

Caught off guard, like a child caught doing something wrong, Ling Xiao quickly turned away, feeling flustered. His heart was pounding.

After calming himself, he wondered why he had felt so guilty.

He defiantly looked back, only to find Ying Feng’s attention had shifted elsewhere, leaving him feeling a bit deflated.

“What are you daydreaming about? Let’s go,” Lan Sheng nudged Ling Xiao, who realized the group had moved on. They quickly caught up.

As they walked, Yao Tai pointed out various facilities. “This is the purification pool. Every returning soul rests here for a while. Religious people say it’s to wash away past life sins. But for scientists, it’s more of a memory cleansing place.”

The purification pool was covered with a transparent layer. Through it, they could see the clear blue water inside.

“I personally believe that, apart from memories, it also cleanses impurities in the soul. After existing for so many years, souls inevitably accumulate negative emotions. In the purification pool, these impurities are completely removed, reverting it to a pure soul form.”

“So, if we don’t go into the purification pool, will our past memories be retained?” A girl asked.

“That’s not a possibility. This place is essential for souls returning to the cycle. Without purification, souls cannot enter the Reincarnation Hall.”

The students nodded in understanding.

“And here, is the Tree of Souls, from which every soul is born.” Yao Tai pointed to a towering tree in the distance. “Each soul fruit requires the essence of heaven and earth, absorbing the spiritual energy of all things. After a full hundred years of nurturing, it matures. This shows how precious souls are to us.”

Everyone gazed intently. On the expansive canopy of the tree, there was just one fruit-sized sphere of light the size of a fist. If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t even notice it.

“Why is there only one soul growing?”

“It wasn’t like this a long time ago. Perhaps the Tree of Souls felt that the planet was already saturated with souls,” Yao Tai explained ambiguously. “For nearly a thousand years, new souls have grown at such a slow rate. Regardless of how hard researchers tried, they couldn’t stimulate its growth. Fortunately, existing souls don’t easily perish, so we haven’t faced a population crisis.”

As they walked, they passed by a building. The structure wasn’t eye-catching. Its pitch-black exterior lacked decoration, giving no one the desire to enter. The oppressive architectural style only made people want to flee.

However, Ling Xiao felt strangely drawn to the building, glancing at it several times unconsciously.

“Dr. Yao, what is that place?” Noting that Yao Tai didn’t introduce it, he took the initiative to ask.

Yao Tai sighed, realizing she couldn’t dodge the question, and decided to tell the truth.

“That place is the Nightmare Hall. Originally, it was where executions took place.”


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Bu Tian Gang Ch160

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 160

As early as during the incident at Kunlun Mountain, on the way when Long Shen rushed there with He Yu, He Yu had spilled all the beans about his relationship with Dong Zhi. Even though at that time, He Yu’s gossiping was limited to Team 2 and Yu Buhui, it was impossible that with his big mouth, he didn’t continue to spill the details as days passed.

Long Shen didn’t mind at all. He simply didn’t want to make a fuss about it and felt there was nothing much to tell. He wasn’t afraid of people knowing. Even if He Yu spread their story for all to hear, it wouldn’t affect Long Shen in the slightest.

But he didn’t know if Dong Zhi minded.

Seeing Dong Zhi’s face turn red after hearing the driver’s attempt to cover up, his eyes darting left and right, avoiding eye contact, a hint of displeasure rose in Long Shen’s heart. He couldn’t help but wonder if for Dong Zhi, their relationship was something hard to disclose to others.

He had thought that after all they had been through, the two of them would have been on the same wavelength. However, it seemed that wasn’t the case.

After his coughing, the driver felt as if the phrase “there’s no silver here*” was brightly stamped on his forehead. He wanted to say more to ease the atmosphere, but it didn’t work as he’d hoped. Glancing at the two through the rearview mirror, he didn’t dare make another sound. Seeing the green light ahead, he floored the gas pedal and zoomed to their destination.

*It’s an idiom derived from a folk story that refers to trying to cover up a fact but instead exposing the truth. You can read the folk story in my Kinky Thoughts.

After letting the two leaders off the car, he heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like he’d escaped a near-death experience.

However, Dong Zhi didn’t overthink it. He and Long Shen returned to their dormitory, and he began packing.

“Master, shall we find a place nearby to eat first or eat at the airport later?”

Long Shen responded with a grunt, ending the conversation.

Dong Zhi took the white cat that had jumped into his backpack out and put his laptop in. Looking up, he noticed Long Shen sitting by the bed, seemingly lost in thought while watching him pack.

“Master?”

Snapped out of his reverie, Long Shen replied, “What?”

Kneeling in front of him, Dong Zhi pressed a hand against Long Shen’s knee. Without hesitation, Long Shen reached out, placing his hand on Dong Zhi’s shoulder.

“Are you okay? Since we came back, you seem lost in thought. Are you still thinking about our sacrificed colleagues?”

Long Shen shook his head. “The departed are gone, but it’s not the end for them. Life is always in a cycle; every season just marks a new beginning. Ming Xian managed to preserve a sliver of Ding Lan’s soul. Upon our return, Boss Wu already had someone from the Yuanming Palace help him pass on.”

By saying so much, he meant that he wasn’t continuously immersed in the sadness of mourning the deceased.

Dong Zhi found it amusing that his master had started beating around the bush when speaking, but his face betrayed no emotion.

“What’s the reason for this?”

After a moment of contemplation, Long Shen said, “The last time Yu Buhui asked about our relationship, I told him.”

Dong Zhi nodded.

Long Shen continued, “Yu Buhui told He Yu, and He Yu told everyone else in Team 2.”

Dong Zhi: ……

“That’s why Kan Chaosheng knew!” Dong Zhi said with a mix of laughter and disbelief.

“It was my oversight. I shouldn’t have told Yu Buhui without your consent,” Long Shen admitted.

But at that time, when he returned from Japan burdened by the demonic qi and seeing the turmoil in Kunlun, uncertain about how much time he had left, he became selfish for once. He hoped Dong Zhi would be as far from danger as possible and also wanted to leave some memory of himself to those around Dong Zhi. In the times without him, he hoped others would occasionally remind Dong Zhi of his presence. This indescribable feeling grew stronger, and while he knew it might be an after-effect of the demonic qi, he let it fester without the intent to stop it.

“It’s okay, I just felt a bit embarrassed,” Dong Zhi said shyly.

“Embarrassed?” Long Shen frowned in confusion.

Dong Zhi nodded. “Yes, it was our personal matter after all. But now that it’s public, it doesn’t bother me. I’m just worried they might misunderstand you.”

Long Shen inquired, “Misunderstand what about me?”

Dong Zhi chuckled. “In my eyes, you’re the most responsible and dependable master in the world. But people can be judgmental. I don’t care for myself, but I fear your reputation might suffer. Those unaware of the full story might misjudge you.”

Hearing this, Long Shen’s mood instantly lifted.

“I never cared about such things,” he said, lifting Dong Zhi’s chin. “I just thought you did.”

Observing him closely, Dong Zhi realized that Long Shen’s eyes were stunningly beautiful. Even though he had always known that this man was so handsome that every movement drew attention, this was the first time Dong Zhi had meticulously studied Long Shen’s eyes.

Before, Long Shen had always been calm and composed, but now he was more emotional. The two of them also had more temper flare-ups when together, and sometimes Long Shen even retreated as a way to test him.

Taking advantage of the situation, Dong Zhi reached up to Long Shen’s neck, pulling him slightly down, and the two exchanged a lingering kiss.

“Master, even though I prefer your initiative now, we still need to find a way to get rid of the residual demonic qi quickly.”

Compared to Dong Zhi’s slightly out-of-breath tone, Long Shen’s voice was much steadier. It was as if the passionate, nearly ten-minute-long kiss, where they were entwined almost as if they were one, hadn’t affected him. Dong Zhi could clearly sense that Long Shen now enjoyed this feeling greatly. But he was unsure if this was Long Shen’s true desire or influenced by the demonic qi.

Long Shen raised his hand to wipe away the silver thread at the corner of his mouth, calmly saying, “There’s no need to seek special solutions. I can slowly dispel the demonic qi through daily meditation.”

Dong Zhi: “Once the demonic qi is completely dispelled, will your temperament revert to how it was before?”

After pondering for a moment, Long Shen responded, “Actually, I think the way I am now is quite good. Some emotions I previously couldn’t experience, and some things I may not have wanted to do, are now just magnified desires.”

Intrigued, Dong Zhi asked, “Like what?”

Touching Dong Zhi’s waist, Long Shen teasingly said, “Making love?”

Dong Zhi hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn, with his fair face turning bright red in a matter of seconds.

Seeing this, Long Shen chuckled. “Didn’t you already think I had a good physique and wanted to sleep with me?”

Flustered, Dong Zhi stammered, “I-I never told the Yulu about that!”

Long Shen explained, “Before you and He Yu went to Yangcheng, I took a strand of hair from you to use as a medium so I could communicate with you telepathically. You remember, right?”

Of course, Dong Zhi remembered. At that time, he hadn’t become an apprentice yet. Rather than saying he liked Long Shen, it would be more accurate to say he admired and worshiped the strong.

Long Shen elaborated, “Back then, I used telepathy to guide you in finding a way out. All the noisy thoughts in your head reached my ears.”

Dong Zhi muttered, “…I’ve forgotten what I was thinking at that time.”

Long Shen’s memory wasn’t just good; it was astoundingly sharp. He recounted, “You worried about escaping one moment, then compared the physique of the pursuing demon to mine the next, thinking that girls your age would like someone like me and even desire to sleep with me. Somehow, this led you to think of yourself—”

“Alright, alright, stop!” Dong Zhi was beet-red, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Knowing the playful nature of his thoughts, especially during times of danger, Dong Zhi tried to explain, “When I’m nervous, I have wild thoughts to lighten the mood and make myself laugh to reduce the tension.”

Realizing he couldn’t get away from Long Shen’s teasing gaze, Dong Zhi finally gave in, scratching his head in exasperation. “Okay, I admit I sometimes think outside the box, daydream a lot, and imagine various scenarios. When you suddenly pinned me against the wall back then, I thought you had ulterior motives. But I also knew it wasn’t possible. It was just a way to amuse myself. Please don’t misunderstand; my intention to become your apprentice is sincere and has nothing to do with those messy thoughts.”

He remembered how Long Shen had been upset about his confession and didn’t want any more misunderstandings.

“I really thought of you as a male god back then, without any disrespectful intentions.”

“Now I’m not a male god?”

Long Shen couldn’t help but laugh. He had long realized that while Dong Zhi might have a wild imagination, he was incredibly genuine, which made him even more endearing.

“Now you’re the most beloved male god, one I can be irreverent with!”

Seeing him laugh, Dong Zhi realized that Long Shen was intentionally teasing him. He couldn’t help but laugh too, lunging forward to give Long Shen a fervent kiss.

“To be honest, Master, knowing you heard all my messy thoughts back then, didn’t you feel like I had ulterior motives?”

Long Shen shook his head. “People tend to have chaotic thoughts when they are anxious. Like you said, imagining the most improbable scenarios to ease tension. At that time, you were just an ordinary person. Given the circumstances, you stayed rather calm. I didn’t take those thoughts seriously.”

Dong Zhi: “What about later—”

Long Shen seemed to know what he wanted to ask. “I can distinguish between jest and sincerity. The words you told the Yulu later on, I knew you were serious. That’s why I got angry.”

Thinking about those days of initial anxiety followed by despair and finally acceptance, Dong Zhi almost felt a familiar sense of desolation.

“But I gradually understood my own feelings and realized that having someone genuinely, unreservedly loving you is such a joyous and precious thing. If it weren’t for you getting cursed and being in imminent danger, I might never have realized this.” Long Shen’s tone was somewhat self-mocking. “People often cherish things only after they lose them. For the first time, I realized I wasn’t exempt from this rule through you.”

“Master.”

“Mm?”

“Even though you’re analyzing your emotions, why do I feel like I’m ecstatically floating towards the sky?”

“Well, with me pulling you back, you can’t really soar,” Long Shen responded seriously with a joke, stretching out his hand to pull Dong Shi into a stoop.

“Hiss!” Dong Zhi sharply inhaled. “We’re running out of time; we should head to the airport first and then eat!”

Long Shen’s gaze settled on Dong Zhi’s collarbone, which was exposed due to his bent posture, and he absent-mindedly said, “How about some white jade tofu*?”

*Clarity: Tofu is sometimes used to describe someone’s skin, so in this context, he’s actually saying, “How about I eat you” flirtatiously.

“What?”

Sighing, Long Shen pulled him closer. “I meant, we can reschedule our flight.”

……

On the other side, when Kan Chaosheng was unexpectedly hung up on by Dong Zhi, he grumbled, “What’s his problem? I wasn’t even done speaking!”

Just as he was about to redial, he saw Deng Po give him a flabbergasted expression.


Kinky Thoughts:

Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhang San who worked hard every day and managed to save three hundred taels of silver. He was very happy but, at the same time, worried, always afraid that someone would steal his money. After thinking about it, Zhang San found a big box, put the three hundred taels in the box, then dug a hole in an open space behind the house and buried the box deeply in the ground.

After doing this, Zhang San felt relieved and was about to go back to rest, but before leaving, he took a look at the place where the box was buried and became worried again, fearing that someone would accidentally dig it out. So he slapped his head and came up with a “good solution”. He quickly took out a piece of paper and wrote on it: “There’s no three hundred taels of silver here.” After writing it, he pasted the note on the corner of the wall and then left with peace of mind.

Zhang San’s abnormal behavior was seen by his neighbor, Wang Er. Wang Er felt curious, so he sneaked behind Zhang San’s house while he was asleep and saw the note by moonlight. Wang Er instantly understood at once, so he dug up the box and stole the silver. Seeing the money, Wang Er was very excited, but he was also afraid of being discovered by Zhang San, so he hurriedly filled the hole again. After thinking about it, he also took a piece of paper and wrote on it: “Your neighbor Wang Er never stole it.”, and pasted it on the corner of the wall where the previous note was.

The next morning, after Zhang San got up, he went to the back of the house to look at his silver and suddenly found that it was gone. After seeing the note pasted by Wang Er, he immediately understood: Wang Er had stolen his money!


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Sendoff Ch87

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 87: Calmness

Miss Shen’s attempt to ease the atmosphere had the opposite effect, and the cold wind of the North almost burst into a hot wave.

If time could turn back, Yin Ci would have wanted to expose Shen Zhu’s identity immediately.

Having lived for so long, he indeed wanted an unprecedented experience, but it didn’t include this century-old embarrassment. However, this couldn’t be blamed on Shen Zhu—just judging by appearances, he looked younger than Shi Jingzhi.

Demonic Lord Yin’s clumsy, fatherly heart trembled and collapsed halfway.

Before, not knowing each other’s true identities, he and Shi Jingzhi had been testing each other for quite some time. Being tied together as “master and disciple”, it was inevitable to have some intimate actions. Now that they recognized each other, the emotions could be slightly turned around… provided he hadn’t teased his own master so casually.

How could he forget about this matter?

From the crossing of qi at the Ghost Tomb to the pretend affectionate kiss at the city gate, and occasionally blowing air to tease each other—Shi Jingzhi, who usually acted like a proper master, would turn red with embarrassment, making it quite enjoyable.

If it were the other way around, he could have magnanimously said that the younger generation was ignorant, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, the old hooligan turned out to be himself, and this matter wasn’t so easy to handle.

Yin Ci rarely regretted anything in his life, but at this moment, he regretted not being honest from the beginning—was teasing a serious junior really that much fun? Why couldn’t he just honestly play the role of an ordinary mountain dweller?

For a moment, he couldn’t see Shi Jingzhi as the cute Little Mute anymore. The fun he had gained from this had turned into an inexplicable embarrassment.

Luckily, he had a face that had been honed over hundreds of years, allowing him to pretend to be carefree at any time.

In these situations, he must never reveal any awkwardness first. Yin Ci clasped his hands together and smiled naturally.

“Yes, I am indeed Yin Ci.”

Shi Jingzhi looked at Yin Ci strangely for a while, not knowing whether he was amazed by the thickness of this person’s face or admired his ability to act dumb.

Shen Zhu didn’t notice the hidden undercurrents between the two and continued, “There are too many injured people. It’s best for all of you to rest at Twin Rivers as soon as possible. After this period of time, it won’t be easy to leave the Central Plains.”

She stepped onto the wooden boat artifact and tied the sled to the back of the boat. The rabbit demons pulling the sled disappeared in an instant.

Shi Jingzhi shook his head and came back to his senses. “Not easy to leave the Central Plains?”

Shen Zhu’s smile faded slightly. She glanced at Yin Ci, then turned her gaze back to Shi Jingzhi. “Regarding the incident at the Jianchen Temple, it was exposed too quickly. The Yueshui Pavilion has already received the news—you forcefully went up the mountain, plotted to kill two eminent monks, and took away Master Kongshi’s Sword of Compassion.”

The Yueshui Pavilion, which managed information, would soon spread the news throughout the martial world.

Shi Jingzhi thought for a moment. “Such a ridiculous statement must come with an audacious title… Let me think, the Sword of Compassion holds a clue, and in order to keep the secret to myself, I killed two eminent monks to silence them?”

Shen Zhu: “Exactly. There must be someone behind this, pushing things along.”

Shi Jingzhi: “I’m well aware of that.”

Having said that, he glanced at the unconscious Shi Zhongyu. “The tragic incident at the Jianchen Temple came first, followed by the unsealing of the Arcane Arts of Mishan. It seems that the more we travel, the more obstacles we encounter… It seems that we need to separate from Miss Shi as soon as possible. If she travels with us for too long, it’s hard to guarantee that she won’t be harmed and become a victim of a plot.”

With this matter exposed, finding the path to the Shirou would become even more difficult. However, Shi Jingzhi remained calm and clearly knew a few things.

Shen Zhu didn’t ask further and continued, “Regarding the clue on the Sword of Compassion, the Ling Sect is already aware. They have taken advantage of the terrain and sealed off Zongwu Mountain.”

Shi Jingzhi’s expression remained calm. “I know.”

Yin Ci didn’t have time to savor the awkwardness; he just looked at his surprisingly calm cheap master, slightly furrowing his brows. Unfortunately, with the freezing cold in the North, and they were carrying a boatload of wounded people, it wasn’t convenient to inquire in detail.

Both of them had their own thoughts as they proceeded towards Twin Rivers.

When Shi Zhongyu woke up, there was a shelter above her head.

It was currently the setting sun, and she calculated that she had actually slept for nearly a whole day.

Subconsciously, she touched her chest and finally let out a long sigh of relief when she felt the talisman. Shi Zhongyu put on her shabby Green Maiden Sword and struggled to get out of bed.

The inn room wasn’t large; just a regular courtyard that looked like a typical household doing some extra business. There were only two or three rooms for guests, and the furniture inside was dusty and shabby, to the point of being crude.

However, despite the hardship faced by the Kushan Sect, they weren’t so uncouth as to toss a young girl into a room with men. Shi Zhongyu had a room all to herself, and even half of the Kushan Sect’s belongings couldn’t be seen inside.

Shi Zhongyu quickly tidied up her appearance, pushed the door open, and wanted to rush back to Taiheng to wake up the sect leader.

However, considering that she had been taken care of by the Kushan Sect during this trip, leaving without saying anything was not the conduct of a gentleman. Now that she had recovered some strength, she began to look for people from the Kushan Sect.

She knocked on the door of the adjacent room for a long time, but no one responded. The door was half-open, and through the narrow crack, she could see the unconscious Su Si and Yan Qing. The two of them were covered in dirt and lying huddled under the quilt, but their wounds were properly bandaged, and they seemed to be fine. Lord Bai was pressing on Su Si’s chest, looking exhausted as it dozed off.

There was no one else in the room. She turned around in circles but couldn’t find Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci.

The yard wasn’t large. As the only moving person wandering around, she caught sight of the innkeeper. “Miss, you’re awake. Your friends are waiting for you in the front hall.”

Friends?

It suddenly dawned on Shi Zhongyu. Taiheng had a post in Twin Rivers, where many disciples with average talents were stationed. They were usually not focused on martial arts training and were busy with the trivial matters of the sect.

They rarely saw important figures from Taiheng, so suddenly, a big senior sister appeared from the sky—it was definitely something worth seeing.

Now that she had successfully reunited with the sect members, she only needed to enter the protection shuttle and could quickly return to the Central Plains.

However, Shi Zhongyu couldn’t understand why the master and disciple chose to inform Taiheng in advance and then specifically avoid them, leaving only two wounded people who couldn’t receive any visitors—Yan Qing was previously just a servant of Taiheng, and Su Si had only recently joined the Kushan Sect. Even if the disciples of Taiheng were waiting for her here, as long as she didn’t speak, they wouldn’t show the slightest interest in those “nobodies”.

Facing two people whose consciousness was unclear, she seemed to have nothing to say.

Though Shi Zhongyu was stubborn, she grew up in a wealthy family and knew which superficial courtesy was best to be done. Back in the Ghost Tomb, Sect Master Shi hadn’t hesitated to repay her kindness.

Now with such arrangements, it seemed like they didn’t want to have any contact with her and were subtly urging her to leave.

Clearly, they had fought side by side before, experiencing life and death together.

Shi Zhongyu rubbed her temples, and she realized that no matter how tangled she was, there was only one path to choose—that she couldn’t risk the life of her own sect master to pursue some minor details of etiquette.

So she forced a smile and dealt with the enthusiastic disciples of Taiheng in front of her. They surrounded her as they left the small courtyard. When parting, Shi Zhongyu turned her head and looked at the shabby yard with confusion.

…Fortunately, even if she couldn’t bid them farewell in person, there were other ways to repay them.

Yin Ci, no, Senior Yin had entrusted her with something.

The life and death situation with Sect Master Qi had to be handled urgently. However, extracting the record of a deceased disciple was something she still had time to do.

A few hours later, an Arrow Horse left Twin Rivers, and a gray pigeon flapped its wings, crossing the night sky.

When Yin Ci received the Taiheng gray pigeon, the moon had risen. It was almost the fifteenth day, and the moon was quite full.

Unfortunately, Twin Rivers was remote and cold. As soon as night fell, the lights on the streets dimmed a bit. The master and disciple stood on the rooftop, casting two faint shadows, like decorative stone animal carvings, continuing to tacitly maintain the facade of tranquility.

When the pigeon arrived, Yin Ci didn’t avoid showing it to Shi Jingzhi. He read the message in front of him.

The note only had one short sentence.

[Shi Chongyu was fortunate to be favored by the emperor, but she passed away before even four years had passed since she entered the palace.]

Yin Ci crumpled the paper, and the final speculation settled—the person who could specially fabricate a body to deceive him was rare in the world. Shi Jingzhi must have come from an extraordinary background.

Shi Jingzhi had mentioned that his elder brother inherited the family business early and that no one cared about him. He said he had drunk Immortal Wine, but it had no effect on him… He also said his elder brother had peculiar hobbies and taught him the strategies of warfare from a young age.

At the time, Yin Ci thought this person was just talking nonsense, but when he looked back now, most of it turned out to be true. Yin Ci had heard some royal information but had never heard of such a son in the Xu family.

After all these years, Yin Ci had finally caught the fox’s tail, but he couldn’t be happy about it.

Shi Jingzhi had once said that he wanted to find him early and be by his side. But now Shi Jingzhi knew the profound connection between them, knew Yin Ci’s concern for him, and yet he didn’t come forward explicitly or implicitly, trying to use the “immortality” which was even more powerful than anything else.

Clearly, no matter who the enemy was, he wouldn’t lose his life for it.

The crying child from back then had grown up. Yin Ci thought that perhaps he had grown up a little too much. Shi Jingzhi’s “addiction” was present, and facing immortality in front of him, who knew how he could resist asking about it.

Even at this moment, with no one else around, Shi Jingzhi still just watched the pigeon fly away and asked, “A message from Taiheng?”

“Mm.”

“A’Ci, the grilled fish with fruit juice at noon were delicious. Can we have grilled fish tomorrow?” Shi Jingzhi naturally changed the topic.

Yin Ci suspected that if he didn’t speak, they could maintain this false calm forever.

“Over the years, I have been investigating the cause of this ‘immortal body’. If I knew the answer, I would never hide it from you.” Yin Ci sighed and took the first step. “Unfortunately, my past can’t help you with anything.”

His memories when he first obtained “immortality” were already fuzzy and indistinguishable between truth and falsehood. In that vague recollection, he only remembered boundless darkness and despair. After investigating for hundreds of years, Yin Ci hadn’t found anything close to an answer. Time was running out for Shi Jingzhi, and this path was obviously not one they should take.

Putting aside his own age, there was no need to burden Shi Jingzhi with the bitterness of the past. Yin Ci didn’t want to give Shi Jingzhi any unrealistic hope; that would be too cruel.

But the person involved in the matter of not aging and being immortal had no clue. Once he said this, it would definitely raise suspicions.

However, upon hearing this, Shi Jingzhi just smiled brightly. “I know. After all, A’Ci promised me a long life of a hundred years. You wouldn’t intentionally hide something from me. The Kushan Sect is about to become public enemy number one, and yet you are willing to stay. I am content as your master.”

Yin Ci could tell that this wasn’t a lie—once the ban was broken, if there was one change in Shi Jingzhi, it was probably this complete and unrestricted trust.

After finishing his words, Shi Jingzhi then enthusiastically admired the lights under the eaves of the houses.

Why doesn’t he come closer? Yin Ci wondered. Shi Jingzhi had sufficient reasons to act coquettish, hint, or ask for help—anything would do.

‘Forget it,’ Yin Ci thought. Since this person had already pulled him into the world, he could also walk over.

Such a simple truth.

“Your Highness, this can’t go on like this.”

Yin Ci placed a hand on Shi Jingzhi’s head, exerting a little force to make him look at him.

“It’s time for an open and honest conversation.”


The author has something to say:

Compared to immortality, it seems like royal identity is the most irrelevant onion peel _(:з」∠)

Fox Shi has grown up! Demonic Lord Yin… Demonic Lord Yin’s old father mindset failed to renew.


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Full Server First Kill Ch36

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 36: Letter Opener

Teest stood on a thick branch, seemingly weightless. The accumulated snow on the branch didn’t move at all.

His eyes were fixed intently on Jack’s bloodied mouth.

There was no deflection of the damage, indicating that Jack had no items that would reflect damage. Jack didn’t immediately put on a protective shield, which meant his previous shield must have been from an item and was limited in use.

Jack’s face twisted in pain, his mouth half-open, the root of his tongue writhing, unable to regrow a new one for a long while.

Nol’s judgment was right; this guy had at least the talent for “rapid healing”.

“Teest, you’ve applied both [Malicious Corrosion] and [Unstoppable Bleeding] on your blade. Both these skills are possessed by the Fallen Knight.”

Before they set off, Nol had told him this alone. “If there’s abnormal growth at the wound, it means the enemy has the ‘rapid healing’ ability. Remember to adjust your tactics accordingly.”

His mage husband was truly omniscient, Teest thought happily.

He suppressed his breath and jumped down from the branch without stirring a single snowflake.

Greeting Teest were countless bone-like hands.

Teest tiptoed across these skeletal hands, charging at Jack, who was riding the shadow wolf.

Jack commanded the shadow wolf to pounce forward, suddenly surrounded by thousands of gray-black needles. These needles, hidden among the snowflakes and cold wind, had tips that shimmered with a mold-green glow.

They were like piranhas that sensed blood, madly rushing towards Teest.

Teest jumped to the nearest tree, with the poison needles chasing relentlessly. Jack charged at Teest, attempting to pincer him mid-air.

Needles from the back, a wolf’s mouth in the front.

Just as the needles were about to touch Teest’s clothing, he quickly ducked. The needles instantly pierced the shadow wolf’s fur, making it cry out in pain and fall from the sky. As a storyline boss of the instance, the shadow wolf was immune to all special statuses but couldn’t resist the pain caused by the rain of needles.

Jack’s vision was disrupted; the Teest that was just before him had suddenly vanished.

“Surprise!” A voice with a hint of amusement sounded close by.

Suddenly, an upside-down head appeared in front of Jack—Teest had somehow sneaked behind him. This unexpected guest stood on the shadow wolf, bending forward, looking at him upside-down, with silver hair flowing down with his movements.

Jack’s vision was almost completely obscured by the hair, reminding him of the white cloth used to cover the faces of the deceased back in his hometown.

In the next instant, accompanied by a clear “snap” sound, Jack’s vision spun around wildly.

Teest twisted his arms and neatly turned Jack’s head 180 degrees.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re dead, worthy of a player,” Teest muttered regretfully, as if biting into undercooked meat.

He didn’t get greedy and instead nimbly jumped away—

First bound by someone, then face pierced by poison needles, and now stepped on by the target player, the shadow wolf roared in rage. It rolled wildly in the snow, trying to shake off the burden on its back. The [Advanced Rider’s Saddle] relied on the system’s power to adhere to its back. Enraged, the shadow wolf raised its head and howled.

‘The boss’s big move is coming!’ Jack thought with joy.

He hastily applied several protective shields to himself and shoved three or four potent recovery pills into his mouth—having his spine snapped was really brutal. Even with “Rapid Healing” and “Damage Reduction”, he was almost killed by Teest.

With the shadow wolf’s howl, surrounding shadows transformed into sharp blades, which then morphed into several black tornadoes. They swirled around the shadow wolf, instantly shredding nearby trees.

The shadow blades scattered, and Teest’s arms, which he used to shield his face, were immediately scarred. Yet, he barely bled as numerous bone pillars rose from the ground, directly dispersing the tornado of shadow blades.

Nol stood at the original spot, blocking the others, with no expression on his face.

With his left hand pressing the dragon-skin notebook to his chest and the staff in his right hand occasionally raised, it seemed as if he was directing an invisible orchestra—

Massive troll rib bones pierced out from the ground like bamboo shoots, and toxic python bones moved swiftly among them. The shadow wolf was trapped by the thick ribs and entangled by the snake-like bones. In a snap of its jaws, those bones turned into fragments, instantly replaced by new ones.

While Jack was busy recovering health, he clung to the shadow wolf’s back, getting caught directly in the onslaught.

His head hadn’t even been straightened yet, weirdly tilted at ninety degrees.

“As expected.”

Nol spoke in a flat tone. “By fixing yourself to the shadow wolf, it can’t use shadows to move freely. To control it so effortlessly, we should thank you for your assistance.”

As he spoke, his actions didn’t stop. Countless skeletal rats took every chance they got, climbing up Jack’s body. By the time they reached the throat, the one on top bared its teeth and bit directly into Jack’s neck. The ones that followed were fiercely tearing at the flesh around the throat, drilling into the wound.

A few steps away, Teest whistled with a hint of admiration in his expression.

The skeletal rats pried the flesh apart, making the wound hard to heal. The HP that Jack had just managed to restore was rapidly declining. With his throat shattered and his tongue destroyed, he couldn’t even scream.

[You have died. Your experience is being deducted… Your level has decreased: 1]

A few seconds later, an indifferent female voice echoed in Jack’s head.

[You have died. Your experience is being deducted… Your level has decreased: 1]

[You have died. Your experience is being deducted… Your level has decreased: 1]

[You have died. Your experience is being deducted… Your level has decreased: 1]

……

“The [Advanced Rider’s Saddle] requires the user to be ‘at least level 50 after a class change’. Your level is quite high,” Nol remarked without glancing at the gruesome wound. “Let’s see when you lose your qualification to use it.”

“Guh guh”

After a moment of silence, Jack opened his mouth, which no longer had a tongue, and laughed as if he was exhaling. He reached into his pocket and crushed something.

A rich black mist emerged from his pocket, quickly enveloping Jack’s body and forming into black armor. The skeletal rats were instantly kept at bay by the armor and fell to the ground with pitter-patter sounds.

In an instant, both Jack and the shadow wolf vanished from the spot.

The rare item [Shadow Armor] allowed the user to operate in a shadow state for 60 minutes, hiding in the shadows of all things. This was a one-time-use item and was more expensive than any item seen so far.

Nol stood still, pointing with his staff. “Teest, Rosen.”

He sounded almost calm.

Behind Nol, giant troll-like ribs protruded once again, forming a cage that protected the couple, the hunter, and the white wolf at the center.

Rosen sat on Julie’s shoulders, waving both hands. Countless light orbs filled the bone cage, locking out all shadows.

At the same time, Teest moved through the bushes, appearing outside the rib cage. His “Betrayer” transformed into a sword—

Ding!

The fangs of the shadow wolf clashed with the blade. Its tongue was cut by the sharp edge, and the “Betrayer” had a faint bloodline.

Inside the skeletal cage, Julie let out a deep roar. Protecting Rosen behind her, she reached out with scalpel-like claws and her fur took on a rock-like texture.

Rosen maintained the light orbs, chanting hurriedly. With a crackling sound, the outside of the bone cage was covered with a thick layer of ice, soon to become an ice fortress.

Jack clicked his tongue harshly, directing a swarm of needle-like mosquitoes towards the not yet sealed ice fortress. The shadow wolf bent its body; its fur stood on ends due to magic.

Teest did a backflip and stood firmly on the edge of the ice.

Ding ding ding. Dazzling light from the sword emerged, and all the needles were knocked onto the ice by him. They trembled helplessly, like birds trapped in a vice.

The blood on the “Betrayer” was completely shaken off, leaving tiny red dots on the white snow.

Cursing in his mind, Jack was about to use an explosion spell on the ice shell when an almost simultaneous interruption occurred.

The mage seemed to be able to predict the future, as his interruption was precise—Jack’s explosion felt like it had exploded inside him, and the shadow wolf’s charging skill was disrupted by an ice cone, both shaking in pain almost simultaneously.

Enduring the pain, Jack changed his strategy, trying to physically break the ice shell. Unfortunately, his fist had not been out for a second when it was deflected by Teest’s sword, missing its target.

“How did you know…”

Jack finally managed to speak; his voice was hoarse and malicious. At this moment, his face was hidden behind the helmet of the shadow armor, looking no different from a monster.

“Let me answer that—Nol is a protector. You dare not face him head-on, so of course you want to kill those he protects first.” Teest’s golden eyes appeared above the sword’s blade, still annoyingly bent. “As for your attack methods, if I were you, I would do the same. Consider this a compliment.”

Jack let out a bitter laugh, directing the shadow wolf away from Teest, intending it to bite the frozen bone cage.

Unexpectedly, the shadow wolf showed resistance for the first time.

Before Jack could think further, a pair of cold arms suddenly wrapped around his waist. These arms carried a hint of magic, sticking firmly to him, preventing him from sinking back into the shadows—just as he had done to the shadow wolf moments ago.

Jack slowly looked down to see a pair of scarred, pale arms.

It was a pair of hands belonging to a corpse.

Then came more and more hands. These corpses slowly crawled out from beneath the snow, their bodies mutilated and diverse in race, with expressions frozen in despair.

Like drowning people longing for a piece of driftwood, they tried their best to grasp at Jack. Jack’s wrists and ankles were tightly bound by countless cold, heavy hands, as if they were shackles made of flesh.

Jack wanted to shock the shadow wolf to urge it to flee, but the corpses broke his fingers one by one, rendering him immobile. Underneath him, more corpses clung to the shadow wolf, which was frantically biting at them.

But these corpses weren’t fragile bones. Many still emanated residual magic. Even when physically torn apart, they wouldn’t disintegrate like skeletons and continued to cling to Jack and the shadow wolf—even if only a hand remained.

Then, poisonous needles pierced down, lightning flashed, and the shadow blade became a storm, but the corpses remained unfazed.

These people had died long ago on this desolate snowy plain. They couldn’t die again.

Jack was sweating profusely. He couldn’t help but look in Nol’s direction and exclaimed, “Fuck, where did all these dead people come from?! All summoning takes time, when did you start summoning…”

“The moment I laid eyes on you,” Nol interrupted distractedly.

He stared at the stiff and cold corpses. More and more corpses emerged. The earlier ones were torn apart by the shadow wolf and thrown into the snow, looking like broken plaster statues. The newcomers stepped over these fragments, silently reaching out.

There was a woman with swollen arms, a skinny child, a man with bite wounds on his legs, a young man with rotten feet, a beastman with a hole in its chest…

How many people had died in this instance? Nol lost count.

“Fuck you. How much mana do you have?!” Jack roared, desperately using items to fend off the persistent corpses. “This is cheating! This is cheating! There’s no such spell, and there’s no necromancer in this game—”

“There is now,” Nol whispered.

Jack felt like he was sinking into a marsh of corpses. Their stiff bodies choked his throat while cold fingers clawed at his mouth, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive. He felt heavier and colder, almost as if he were becoming one with the corpses.

Skeleton rats appeared again, this time focusing on the electric whip around the shadow wolf, trying to pull Jack off.

‘It’s time to end this,’ Nol thought.

‘It can’t end like this,’ Jack thought, almost as a curse.

He stopped struggling, reached for his neck, and violently tore off the amulet on his chest. It had been hidden under his armor, unseen by the mage.

Let’s see how you predict this now. Under the mask, Jack revealed a twisted grin.

[The Eternal Amulet has been damaged. You will sacrifice 10 levels to deal true damage at your current level’s limit. This attack will ignore all interruptions and defenses—]

With the appearance of the powerful special profession “Necromancer” in the game, the information was valuable enough. Since he couldn’t win, he might as well complete the mission and run.

Having lost fourteen levels, he was way behind the main force. But no worries, there were still many people outside to kill…

[“Eternal Sacrifice” activated. Please select a target—]

‘[White Wolf],’ Jack thought.

His phantom armor disintegrated on the spot, and Jack turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the white wolf in the bone cage. The Necromancer stood directly in his path of attack. Surely, he would prioritize self-defense.

If not, Jack would happily kill two birds with one stone—this was the absolute item given by the Eternal Church. Nothing could interrupt his attack!

Noticing Jack’s full charge towards the cage, Nol was taken aback for a moment. Everything happened too fast, and he only managed three thoughts.

…He didn’t recognize this skill.

…He didn’t have time to chant a spell.

…He had to stop this charge.

So, Nol let go of his staff and grabbed the only offensive item he had. As they passed by each other, Nol sidestepped and swung his arm with all his strength, plunging the letter opener deep into Jack’s shoulder.

Jack abruptly stopped, as if his skill was paused. He let out a non-human shriek and collapsed on the ground, staring in disbelief at Nol.

Player “Jack’s” face began to melt.


The author has something to say:

Defeating Jack can hardly be considered the climax of this arc. He’s not worth it—

The letter opener finally makes its appearance.

Teest: …This knife is different from what was described. (Scared)

Nol: Bug(?). So it’s finally my turn, right?


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Full Server First Kill Ch35

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 35: Teest’s Gamble

In the midst of the snowstorm, a group of people slowly made their way. Among them, the figures of the old hunter and the white wolf stood out.

This wasn’t due to the request of Nol or Teest. They had just planned to hunt the Eternalist when they were blocked at the entrance of the igloo by the fully-armed old man. Hunter changed into a more efficient hunting outfit—even though it was a bit tight for him now. He carried a quiver full of crossbow bolts, and a long knife was added to his waist.

Even the white wolf wore an additional piece of leather armor, covering its vital parts slightly.

The old hunter panted heavily, looking as if he had run all the way back.

“I’ll go with you. The one you’re dealing with is a player, right? I’m afraid he’ll turn around and ambush my wolf,” Old Hunter said. “Besides, I’m easily affected by player rules. It’s better if you keep me close.”

Nol bent down to pet the white wolf’s head, and the wolf gently licked his hand. Even though it was old, its vitality felt incredibly real.

“Let’s go together then,” Nol said. “We’ll protect it.”

“This could be dangerous. Why not let the old man hide with the wolf?” Rosen seemed worried.

Before Nol could respond, Old Hunter interrupted with a curse. “Fuck, do you think I don’t want to? I have to guide the players! Unless there’s a player nearby, I can’t stray too far from the cabin.”

Rosen: “…Thank you for your hard work.”

……

The destination indicated by the coordinates wasn’t close. The old man and the wolf walked slowly, and it would likely take them from morning to evening. Teest and Nol led the way, while the old man and the wolf walked tensely in the middle, and the Luo Zhu couple brought up the rear.

By noon, the group stopped to eat. To avoid any mishaps from hunting, the old man took out dried meat from his backpack to share. He skillfully started a campfire, hung a small pot, and boiled soup with snow water and deer fat.

The dry, hard meat regained its tenderness in the water, becoming light and tender, slowly emitting the unique aroma of meat.

Nol didn’t eat, volunteering to patrol nearby so others could dine in peace. So, by the pot sat an instance NPC, a player-turned NPC, and two monsters-turned from another world. Without Nol, the atmosphere around the fire felt like distant relatives from both sides of a wedding sharing a table—related in a practical sense but emotionally distant.

Old Hunter looked around; his confusion palpable. Nol said they were there to protect friends, but none of them seemed close.

“You seem to have a problem with me, Mr. Law Enforcer.” Teest filled a bowl of soup and addressed Rosen.

After hesitating, Rosen replied, “You look like someone who could kill.”

“Just for that? Your place must be very peaceful,” Teest said, laughing, stopping his spoon.

“Not just that,” Rosen said seriously, his face not matching his cute looks. “I’ve caught many murderers. Some kill impulsively, some are psychopaths. I never mistake the latter—you and that burly cultist, there’s something off about your eyes.”

Teest slurped on the tip of his spoon. “Well, no wonder they chose you as a law enforcer. If you weren’t in monster form, you could have been an Investigation Knight here.”

This guy really couldn’t be bothered to pretend, even daring to accept the title of “psychopath”. Rosen awkwardly chuckled. “No, no, no, you might as well have ‘I’m suspicious’ written on your face. I’m not blind.”

Curious, Teest continued, “Since you’re good at reading people, what do you think of my companion?”

“He…” Rosen started but suddenly stopped, realizing something, and glared at Teest. “I don’t want to discuss this with you.”

“But I do,” Teest replied innocently. “We all enjoy discussing topics of interest. I’m interested in Nol. I can see you have some insights about him. Indulge my curiosity.”

Rosen looked Teest up and down. “I don’t like talking about friends behind their backs.”

“Oh, seems like you don’t have good things to say.” Teest smiled.

“No, I’m not—”

“Mr. Teest, if you have something to say, be direct. You don’t mind painting a dangerous image of yourself, and you’re prompting Rosen to recall Nol’s anomalies… In the end, you want us to be wary of Nol, right?” Julie interrupted, holding her soup bowl like a teacup.

Teest casually fished some meat from the pot and admitted nonchalantly, “Of course. You’re the unpredictable factor. You know when to advance or retreat, possess some brains and strength, and are from the same place as him. It would be strange if I didn’t care.”

Julie instinctively straightened her back—just for that fleeting moment, the wolfkin instinct in her sensed a nearly bloodthirsty hostility. A chill ran down her spine, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

“If things are resolved smoothly, we will invite Nol to join us. Even if he refuses to leave you, we will suggest that he come with us.” After pondering for a moment, Rosen laid his cards on the table. “Nol is under a lot of pressure; he needs normal companions who can understand him. If you really care about him, please think about it.” He deliberately emphasized the word “normal”.

“Ah, but I don’t like moving with too many people.” Teest showed a troubled expression. “How about we make a bet—if he agrees to go with you, I will willingly back off, no second words.”

“But if Nol refuses both of you, you both will voluntarily leave, ensuring you don’t leak any information about Nol to other outsiders. Given your wisdom, you should recognize his uniqueness.”

“Do you want to bet, Mr. Law Enforcer, Ms. Healer? Fair and square, with one’s life as the penalty.” Teest playfully waved a spoon, his golden eyes filled with mischief. But his tone was soft and enticing, carrying an almost irresistible charm.

‘This guy must have pulled some trick,’ Rosen thought, completely unmoved.

Teest was indeed a formidable ally on the same front, but he was just too dangerous. Rosen’s detective instincts were screaming alarms.

However, Teest’s proposal was very tempting. Those with psychological disorders often have their own set of logic. If Rosen could win the bet, Teest might genuinely stick to the rules of the game. But if they ignored his hints and insisted on accompanying Nol, Teest might take their lives—he wouldn’t even have to do it himself, just expose them as “monsters” to humans.

If Rosen was alone, he would definitely stick with Nol, ensuring he wasn’t influenced by Teest. But now he also had loved ones to protect, and as for Nol…

Was Nol’s subtle madness truly only due to Teest’s influence?

Frankly, Rosen wasn’t sure. Nol was undoubtedly kind, but something felt off to Rosen. Regrettably, he wasn’t familiar with “Xu Yue” and couldn’t figure him out.

…To hell with it! Let Nol decide!

“We’ll take the bet.” Rosen gritted his teeth. Dr. Zhu sighed but didn’t object.

Teest gave a smile that could only be described as enchanting. “A wise decision, Mr. Law Enforcer. Then it’s settled.”

“What on earth are you all talking about?” Old Hunter finally couldn’t help but interrupt. “All this talk in outsider and wolfkin language—players really do know it all.”

Teest turned to the hunter and cheekily winked.

……

Nol had no idea what Teest was scheming behind his back. He was in a peculiar mental state—one half of his soul was shrieking from the overwhelming burden, while the other half had defensively transformed into a resigned shape for self-preservation.

Whether in body or spirit, the only way to escape the stimulus was to become numb. If it meant preserving his core kindness, sacrificing a bit was worth it.

At dusk, the group located the anomaly coordinates.

The spot was in a cold spruce forest, seemingly unremarkable. Snow was heavily falling, and the towering spruces were dizzying. Nol scanned the area and sniffed—he didn’t sense any bones nearby but detected a faint stench of decay.

He cautiously gripped the Staff of Sacrifice he had unstrapped from his back. The black candle, the core of his magical power, still seemed dormant. If it weren’t for its inanimate appearance, Nol would’ve thought it was dead.

“There’s the smell of a corpse nearby. Be careful,” Nol whispered, deciding to search around the coordinates. However, before he could even look up—

“Over there. I guess we have to go through.”

Teest casually pointed towards two identical spruces. “The traces on the ground lead that way; the grass beneath one of the trees has been stepped on. It’s that person; the footprints match.”

Speechless, Nol looked where Teest was pointing. All he saw was the pristine snow and naturally shaped dried grass. Even upon close observation, he couldn’t discern anything. What on earth were this guy’s eyes made of?

Teest patted Nol on the back. “Eternalists have a special footprint-erasing technique. Unfortunately, it has a tiny flaw. Let’s go; that person isn’t inside now.”

“You can tell?” Rosen couldn’t help but interject.

“The latest trace indicates that he left. Judging by the accumulated snow, he’s been gone for a while. His footsteps going out were heavier than when he came in, suggesting he’s carrying around 5kg of luggage. I bet he won’t be back anytime soon.”

Teest said, “Huh? Why are you looking at me? I don’t have a map on my face. Let’s go in and check.”

Inside, Nol revised his assessment of the Mad Monk’s danger level. If the target wasn’t a member of the Eternal Church, he might have even felt pity for Teest’s prey. This guy had evaded capture for over a decade, and it wasn’t just about combat skills.

“It’s a pity you’re a player; otherwise, you’d be the one to take my place,” Old Hunter said dryly. “You and the white wolf match in color.”

“It’s my honor, sir, but I prefer summer,” Teest responded with a chirpy tone, stepping through the symmetrical fir trees. In an instant, he vanished, as if swallowed by the cold wind.

Did he just go in? What if there’s a trap?

Nol tensed up, ready to follow, when suddenly a silver head appeared between the trees. Teest’s head hung eerily in the air with an excited expression on his face. “Come and see. It’s quite a sight!”

…Fine.

Nol’s worries faded. He followed Test into the trees.

Unlike Teest, Nol couldn’t smile at what he saw before him.

Twenty-seven log cabins were stacked in a cube, arranged with perfect precision, as if weightless models were simply placed in the snow. They all looked the same but were in varying states of decay; Nol guessed that was how they looked when their last owners died.

Near the closest cabin lay four or five naked bodies.

Their faces were upwards, half-buried in the snow, looking like dolls plucked from toy houses. Snowflakes settled on their dull eyes, which stared blankly at the sky.

Apart from the half-beastmen hunter’s body, the rest were male and female with no visible injuries. They had perfect proportions and exquisitely crafted faces—each wore a shining gold earring on their left ear. The warm gold now only seemed cold.

The dead neighbors, the dead NPCs… before Nol now, were the dead players.

Aren’t players supposed to be immortal? He thought blankly.

“Oh, you’re looking at the player corpses.” While Nol was in a daze, Teest had already made a round around the cabin. “They chose to log off, equivalent to ‘suicide’… Even in a different world, there must be those who choose that end, right?” He asked uncertainly.

Nol nodded gravely.

By this time, the remaining members had also entered, all stopping by the bodies. Rosen was silent, while Julie simply put her hands together in a prayer.

“The torture and punishment of the Eternal Church are world-class,” Teest continued, seemingly unphased by the mood. “But in a situation like this, players are lucky. No one can stop them from logging off. If it were locals, the Church has countless ways to prevent them from ending their lives during interrogation.”

“You seem to know a lot about the Eternal Church,” Rosen noted, his voice extraordinarily dignified. “If you weren’t on our side, I’d have thought you were one of them.”

Teest smirked and curved his eyes. “That’s not impossible.”

Nol bent down, trying to close the eyes of the dead, but his fingers were so cold, unable to soften the frozen eyelids to close them. Even though his palms felt icy and the corpses were equally cold, there was a stinging sensation.

Those cloudy eyes remained open, like amber filled with despair and pain.

Finally, Nol carefully removed one of the earrings. Once a player died, it would easily fall off.

The gold earring lay quietly in Nol’s hand, emitting a strong sense of rejection, like a lost dog missing its owner.

“That won’t be of any use,” Teest interjected. “Player’s earrings belong only to the respective player. They can’t be reused, or else they wouldn’t be left behind.”

“I just want to study it,” Nol responded. “So, that Eternalist isn’t here?”

“He’s not. He only left some things in the room… Hey, wait for me!”

Nol didn’t wait to hear the rest. He headed straight inside.

The old hunter followed him in, inhaling sharply. The primary furniture in the room matched his own cabin’s; only the position and details differed. The desk here was tidy, with a few scrolls of beast skin scattered on it, written in the beastmen language.

The saved hut seemed to not reject monsters and outsiders. The couple and the white wolf followed inside. The white wolf curiously sniffed around and finally growled softly at the burning fireplace, looking like it wanted to challenge it.

Nol squatted down in front of the scattered scraps on the floor.

“Wolfbane mushrooms, centipede grass, mystic river lotus.” He picked up the fragments with his fingers, smelling them one by one. “Blood of the grey spider-bird, saliva of the soul beast… all ingredients for the ‘Heartbreak Poison’.”

“Over here…these scorch marks were left by the lightning whips. Two of them, korot tree gum used for prop adhesive, and leather…”

He muttered while half-squatting on the wooden floor, right above a large black and red bloodstain.

This time, Nol didn’t show any signs of collapse. He calmly discerned every trace, emitting a subtly dangerous aura. At this moment, it seemed he didn’t care about the neighbors’ thoughts or speculations and displayed his abilities without hiding them.

Through the thick cloth, Teest rubbed the goosebumps on his arm, focusing even more intently.

“Don’t stray too far from me later.”

A few minutes later, Nol stood up. “The ‘Heartbreak Poison’ is specifically aimed at creatures other than players. It’s a lethal poison, and the poisoned won’t survive for more than five minutes… Other than that, this guy also made some sort of tool. I guess it’s for the shadow wolf. Prepare for the worst.”

“Like what?” Rosen asked.

Nol adjusted the folds on his robe. “For instance, he might have found a way to control the shadow wolf… Just in case, we need to make some preparations.”

……

As it turned out, Nol’s predictions regarding enemy tactics were always accurate.

As night fell, at the end of the trail, Nol smelled the familiar stench of corpses.

“Everyone, stop.” He raised the Staff of Sacrifice. “There’s an ambush ahead. The magical fluctuation isn’t right.”

“Ah, I was hoping to train the dog a bit more. What a pleasant surprise.” A cheerful voice rang out.

Burly Jack, riding the shadow wolf, emerged from the shadows of nearby rocks.

He sat on a peculiar saddle, which firmly fixed him on the back of the shadow wolf. Two lightning whips were modified into reins, connecting to a sturdy collar around the wolf’s mouth. The shadow wolf seemed restless and agitated, as if wanting to break free. A second later, electricity flashed, and the wolf let out a painful howl, obediently staying put.

[Top-level Lightning Whips] [Advanced Rider’s Saddle]… This guy really invested a lot. Daring to put a collar and saddle on a shadow wolf, only because the wolf wouldn’t attack him.

Truth be told, this set wouldn’t last long on the shadow wolf. But even if it lasted just half a day, it would be a huge disaster for them.

Nol narrowed his eyes, quickly strategizing.

On the other side, the burly man continued, “Have I not introduced myself? I’m Jack, a remarkable player—Hey, old hunter, you know right? I’m a player.”

“I know you’re an idiot,” Old Hunter coldly retorted.

Jack laughed. “Your bravery is only temporary. Listen, Hunter—come. Come to me quickly. I need your help—”

“Stop me!” The hunter seemed dazed, shaking his head desperately, shouting at the Luo Zhu couple. The white wolf was the first to bite his trouser leg, pulling him back with a concerned look.

Jack, riding the shadow wolf, grinned like watching a comedy. “I need help. I truly need you to come to my…”

Jack couldn’t finish. Nol smirked.

A white shadow swept from above the rocks. With a flash of cold light, a piece of purplish-red flesh fell into the snow, steaming and bleeding like pomegranate seeds.

It was Jack’s tongue.

“Good evening, Mr. Jack.”

Teest deftly leapt onto a tree branch, half-squatting on a thick one. He looked at Jack with a smirk as blood gleaned on “The Betrayer”.

“Don’t you think you talk too much?”


The author has something to say:

Physical silence.

Teest: Marriage is a world of two. One more is too many!

Nol, his anger gauge is about to reach 100%…

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Some readers asked why the hunter could roam freely before. It’s because there were no players in the instance at that time. Once players arrived, his movement got restricted~


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Escape From the Asylum Ch3

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 3

Inside the game.

The setting sun painted the entire sky a vivid shade of red. Not far away, the magnificent palace had just lit up with lights. Its semi-transparent walls gleamed golden from the lights, making it look like a heavenly palace amidst the desolate mountains, reminiscent of the Garden of Eden, symbolizing happiness and peace.

Zhou Qian heard Dong Xiang ask him, “How did you get an invitation?”

“I triggered a side quest during the tutorial,” Zhou Qian replied, sounding rather naive. “Oh? You don’t have an invitation? What about the other players?”

Dong Xiang gave Zhou Qian a few extra glances, his eyes seemingly saying, “Taking pity on the simple-minded.”

“Among us few players, only you have an invitation,” he said.

Zhou Qian looked genuinely surprised. “Why? I don’t get it. I felt sorry for the boy and comforted him a bit, and unexpectedly got a bonus. From this perspective, side quests should be easy to trigger—I shouldn’t be the only one.”

Dong Xiang patiently explained, “Firstly, there might be multiple ‘Apple Paradise’ running simultaneously. Simply put, the NPCs in the game are all fake, just data. Just like when we play online games, different teams can run the same dungeon simultaneously without interfering with one another.”

“Indeed, many might have triggered the side quest in the tutorial level. But there’s only one ‘Li Dafu’ in each instance, and the invitation can only be stolen by the boy once. So, now you understand, right?”

Zhou Qian nodded, half understanding. “Oh, so when the system matches players, it avoids pairing those who have obtained the invitation from the boy in the same ‘Apple Paradise’.”

“Exactly,” Dong Xiang adjusted his shirt casually. “You triggered this side quest, which is why you were allowed into this instance directly. We weren’t as lucky as you.”

Zhou Qian: ?

Dong Xiang continued, “Before entering, you saw the prompt, right? The hidden achievement rate for this dungeon is only 10%.”

Zhou Qian nodded again.

Dong Xiang added, “So this is a rare hidden dungeon. Not everyone has the chance to enter. Our game’s dungeons adopt a customized invitation mode. Whether the system allows a player who didn’t get the [Invitation Letter] in the tutorial level to enter depends on luck.”

“Just like me. I ran three level one dungeons, leveled up to Rank E, and finally waited for the system to allow me access to ‘Apple Paradise’. I heard that there’s a very rare item inside.”

Zhou Qian looked worried. “You said I’m lucky, but I don’t feel that way. This dungeon must be challenging, but I’m only Rank F…”

“It’s okay. In this game, we need to help each other out.” Dong Xiang patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll cover you. Let’s go! I’ll accompany you into Apple Paradise! You just walk in normally, and I’ll take the opportunity to observe the gatekeeper, see if I can find any loopholes, and see where the other three players are.”

“Alright.” Zhou Qian forced a smile. “Ah…”

After the conversation, the two walked through a small forest, heading towards the majestic palace.

On the way, they occasionally came across a few scattered devotees.

Each time, Zhou Qian would check their data through his system panel.

His face grew more worried. “These devotee NPCs are all at least Rank E, and there are a few Rank D… They’re tough. What if we have to fight them later on? Am I doomed?”

In front of the screen, Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang both sighed heavily, like worried mothers.

“If these NPCs are such high levels, stealing invitations from them will be tough! Be careful of Dong Xiang beside you! If he doesn’t steal from you, who else would he target?”

“Stop focusing on NPCs! Pay attention to the people around you!”

Inside the game, Zhou Qian suddenly froze.

A pink foggy mist appeared before him, bubbly and ethereal.

The mist gave an overwhelmingly pleasant sensation, causing Zhou Qian to involuntarily wear a blissful, silly smile.

Three seconds later, the mist disappeared, and Zhou Qian snapped out of it. Simultaneously, a system notification arrived: [Player Zhou Qian, has lost the item—Li Dafu’s Invitation.]

Zhou Qian immediately looked for Dong Xiang, only to find him about ten meters away.

“Dong Xiang! Did you steal my invitation?” Zhou Qian shouted, his tone full of accusation and anger.

Probably due to being only 1.70 meters tall, Dong Xiang displayed nimble agility.

He waved and said to Zhou Qian without looking back, “Newbie, here’s a lesson for you. This is called ‘all is fair in war’.”

In front of the screen, Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang both held their foreheads.

“Ah, I knew it.”

“The news report wasn’t wrong. He really is a clueless second-generation rich kid.”

But Zhou Qian’s expression suddenly changed on the screen.

The innocence, foolishness, and disbelief in his eyes vanished, replaced by a deep and icy gaze. The landlord’s foolish son seemed to have encountered some drastic change, shifting into a dark mode.

Zhou Qian quickly ran towards the edge of the woods, shouting, “Li Dafu, it’s the guy in the plaid shirt! Catch him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a very sturdy, fat man charged out from the edge of the woods.

Dong Xiang had just exited the woods and was unexpectedly tackled to the ground by the fat man.

Before he could utter a word, Dong Xiang’s throat was tightly squeezed by the fat man.

“You stole my invitation. You’re asking for death!!!”

Watching from a distance, Zhou Qian picked up a stone and calmly approached the two.

He successfully set them against each other, and now he was looking for an opportunity to benefit when both were weakened, just like the fisherman who profits while the clam and the snipe quarrel*.

*Idiom referring to while the main parties are engaged in their dispute, a cunning third party can seize the opportunity to gain an advantage or profit. It derives from a fable, which you can read in my Kinky Thoughts.

Ten minutes earlier, after recognizing Li Dafu, Zhou Qian started thinking about how to complete the side quest.

Back then, Li Dafu had been lingering near the palace gate, seemingly realizing he couldn’t get in, so he hid at the edge of the woods.

Zhou Qian saw through him—Li Dafu was probably lying in wait.

The devotees visiting Apple Paradise to meet the deity Yipo would have to pass through these woods.

Li Dafu’s invitation had been stolen by the little boy. To enter the park, he would have to steal another.

So he hid at the edge of the woods, watching from the shadows for an easy target, ready to ambush and snatch their invitation.

Zhou Qian kept his composure, hiding in the shadows, thinking of a plan.

Soon, he saw Dong Xiang and discovered that, like Li Dafu, he too was at Rank E and, surprisingly, was skilled in theft.

Dong Xiang didn’t recognize Zhou Qian. But Zhou Qian recognized him.

Dong Xiang also resided in the Spring Hill Mental Asylum, specifically in Ward 2.

In Spring Hill Mental Asylum, harmless patients were housed in Ward 1, a relaxed environment almost like a sanatorium, which was where Zhou Qian stayed.

But Ward 2 was different. It held threatening or even criminal patients.

Dong Xiang was in Ward 2. He had killed someone.

He assumed his wife was cheating on him and, thus, murdered her. Despite his seemingly frail appearance, he dismembered her into dozens of pieces and disposed of them in various places.

Yet, he was given a suspended sentence because he was deemed mentally ill.

The detective investigating the deaths of Zhou Qian’s parents, Chen Yangzhou, also happened to know about Dong Xiang’s case. During a visit, he once said to Zhou Qian, “Dong Xiang is definitely not mentally ill. He deliberately killed his wife. But I don’t know how he fooled the doctors. Although you’re not in the same ward, you should still be careful.”

While Dong Xiang was scum in real life, Li Dafu was scum in the game.

Facing these two, Zhou Qian couldn’t overcome either with his current level. So, he decided to pit them against each other.

So, ten minutes ago, Zhou Qian approached Li Dafu. “Did you lose your invitation?”

Li Dafu’s eyes widened. “How did you know? Did you steal it?!”

Li Dafu’s temper was volatile, just as the system’s hint had indicated.

Seeing Li Dafu clenched his fist and was about to punch him, Zhou Qian, who had been prepared, quickly lay down, avoiding the blow which landed beside his ear, leaving a substantial dent.

[Player Zhou Qian’s HP has dropped to 95%]

Before the next punch landed, Zhou Qian quickly said, “It wasn’t me! But I know who stole it. Hide here and don’t show your face. When that person passes by, I’ll tell you.”

……

Returning to the present.

Li Dafu, being an excellent boxer, quickly deformed Dong Xiang’s face with a few punches.

During their confrontation, Dong Xiang was clearly at a disadvantage.

After all, his skill was agility-based, specialized in theft or assassination. In close combat, he had no edge.

Li Dafu pinned Dong Xiang to the ground, pummeling his face.

In less than 5 minutes, Dong Xiang’s HP had dropped to 30%.

When Li Dafu raised his fist high with his right hand, ready to smash it down onto Dong Xiang, Dong Xiang finally relied on his agile movements and quickly used a prop.

It was evident that the prop was very valuable because Dong Xiang showed a very pained expression.

Immediately afterwards, a streak of light shadow flashed in the void, and Li Dafu’s figure halted instantly before falling sideways.

Zhou Qian looked at Li Dafu and saw a needle sticking out between his brows.

That needle only immobilized him; it was uncertain if it could truly kill him.

Regardless, Zhou Qian’s goal had been achieved.

Li Dafu lay motionless on the ground, while Dong Xiang had lost nearly half his HP.

Indifferently watching everything, Zhou Qian walked slowly to Li Dafu’s side.

Taking advantage of his inability to move, Zhou Qian picked up a rock and ruthlessly smashed it onto his head.

Amid the blood, Li Dafu looked at Zhou Qian in disbelief. Zhou Qian responded with an elegantly curved smile.

His voice was soft and gentle but as cold as a deathly wraith. “I didn’t really want to dirty my hands. But I promised that bullied little boy that I would avenge him. So, you…”

His voice suddenly turned horrifyingly deep. Zhou Qian said, word by word, “Can go to hell!”

Moments later, Li Dafu was completely immobilized.

Zhou Qian received a notification: [Player Zhou Qian completed a side quest and received a treasure chest].

Zhou Qian put the chest into his bag without opening it. He then accessed the system’s marketplace and spent 5 gold coins to buy a towel from the system store.

Standing in the red sunset next to a lush green forest, Zhou Qian expressionlessly wiped the bloodstains from his fingers with the white towel. He then approached Dong Xiang, who was still recovering on the ground.

Seeing Zhou Qian approach, Dong Xiang’s pupils dilated in fear, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhou Qian squatted down and, as if not wanting to dirty his hands, placed his hand on Dong Xiang’s neck through the towel and began to strangle him without emotion. “I don’t feel like searching you. Die or hand over the invitation. Choose one.”  

Left with no choice, Dong Xiang mustered his remaining strength and handed over [Li Dafu’s invitation].

Holding the invitation between his index and middle fingers, Zhou Qian stood up, looking down at Dong Xiang, and said softly, “All is fair in war. I’ve learned. Thanks for the lesson.”

Dong Xiang: “……”

He couldn’t hold back and coughed up blood, gasping for breath.

He had been angered by Zhou Qian to the point that he was literally coughing up blood.

Yawning, Zhou Qian then turned around and walked towards the magnificent palace without looking back.

Behind him, Dong Xiang, in anger, coughed up another mouthful of blood.

In front of the phone screen.

Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang: “………”

“Holy—”

“Got it wrong. Who is this ‘Xiao Qianqian’? I’m calling him Qian Ge* first!”

*Brother (). When used with a name, it’s a friendly way of addressing someone you’re familiar with or close to, or out of respect (in this case, it’s the latter).

“Kneeling for Qian Ge… Let’s see what he does next!”

“Qian Ge, the rich second generation. He only has 300 gold coins, but he spent 5 to buy a towel. Aren’t those utility props tempting? Look at the other items in the market…”

“Is he a germaphobe?”

“Or maybe he’s just used to being extravagant. This kind of young master probably never worries about money.”

“Hey, it’s hard going from extravagance to frugality.”

“I hope he learns to save…”

……

What would the palace of a god that was located deep in the mountains look like?

From the exterior, the palace looked resplendent and magnificent. Did the god inside live an unmatched, luxurious life of wine and roses?

At the entrance of the palace stood two guards. After handing them the invitation, Zhou Qian entered as “Li Dafu”.

Entering “Apple Paradise”, he was filled with curiosity. But what he saw inside was unexpected—it still looked like a forest.

Large trees filled the hall, but their roots weren’t planted in the ground and were intertwined above it.

In the center of the palace stood a gigantic tree, as thick as five people hugging it and about ten stories tall.

Since it’s called Apple Paradise, these are probably apple trees, right?

But why isn’t there a single apple in sight?

With these questions in mind, Zhou Qian continued to walk forward, observing the structure of the palace’s interior.

In front of that massive tree, there was a lake, with water so blue it seemed bottomless.

At this moment, many believers were standing in front of the lake, observing. Anger and resentment were evident on many of their faces. Some were even openly cursing, with no hint of solemnity in their demeanor.

Why?

They were believers, after all. Shouldn’t this place be their temple in their eyes?

The palace inside was vast. From a distance, Zhou Qian vaguely noticed something on the trunk of the tree in the center of the hall, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

As he walked down the main path to the edge of the lake, getting closer, he saw it clearly.

—There was a person there.

That person was naked. It was unclear whether he was tied to the tree by the vines and leaves or if he had grown out from the tree, as if he were part of it.

His bare body was mostly covered by the tree’s foliage, with one leg casually resting on the ground, glowing softly in the light from inside the palace.

The shadows of the leaves swayed with the wind, creating a play of light and darkness on his distinct face.

With every shift of the shadows, his features seemed to change, as if he had countless faces, leaving one to wonder which was his true face.

In front of him stood a stone tablet bearing his name: “Epoh.”

It seemed he was the great god Yipo.

Yipo is the phonetic transliteration of “Epoh”, with the “h” at the end being silent*.

*Clarity: In Chinese, his name is [Yipo] (羿泊). Pronunciation-wise, it sounds similar to Epoh (which the author has specifically written in English).

By the lake, someone suddenly cursed. “You useless god. You should die!” As he said this, he spat in the direction of the Great God Epoh.

Once he began, several other believers around him also started cursing.

It seemed they truly had no respect for the god they worshiped.

Across the lake, high up on that tree trunk, Epoh’s eyes remained tightly closed. He appeared sorrowful yet peaceful, as if he were asleep, seemingly oblivious to the blasphemous words of the believers.

Zhou Qian looked at him closely, then shifted his gaze back to his name.

Epoh?

These four letters seemed to carry some deeper meaning.


The author has something to say:

This game’s trading system has two types. One is similar to online games where players can trade amongst themselves, with sellers competing against each other, like in “JX Online 3” or “World of Warcraft“.

The other is more like a standalone game’s system, following the “system store” model.

In the early stages, the level classification for players S-F followed the most common model: Healers, Tanks, Melee Assassins, Ranged Mages—roles typical in battle, or legions (similar to player guilds or factions). These are commonly found in games like “JX Online 3”, “Honor of Kings“, or “Onmyoji“. However, for the sake of writing convenience, this novel has been greatly simplified. The specific skill setups, descriptions, and functionalities are original and self-designed.

It’s fine to make references to game-related jokes. Please avoid excessively referencing other novels. Much appreciated.


Kinky Thoughts:

The Sandpiper (Snipe) and the Clam

One day, taking advantage of the sunny weather, a clam opened up its hard shell to bask in the sun on the banks of the river. A sandpiper saw it and quickly put its beak into the clam shell to peck at the meat inside. The calm hurriedly closed its hard shell and sealed the sandpiper’s mouth shut. The sandpiper couldn’t peck at the meat, and its mouth was sealed shut, so it threatened the clam and said, “If you don’t loosen your clamp on me, you will eventually die of thirst.” The clam responded without showing weakness, “Your mouth has been clamped by me. If you can’t pull it free, you’ll starve to death!” In this way, the clam and sandpiper fought each other on the beach, and neither would relent. Over time, they became exhausted. A fisherman happened to pass by, and when he saw that they were tightly entangled and neither could move, he easily caught them and took them both home.”

This story was told during the Warring States Period, when the Qin Empire was strongest. On one occasion, the Empire of Zhao declared war on the State of Yan. At the time, the king’s younger brother, Su Dai, was entrusted to go to the Empire of Zhao to persuade the King of Zhao not to send troops. When he arrived, the King of Zhao demanded what he was doing here, to which he told the fable.

After finishing, Su Dai said to the King of Zhao, “If the Empire of Zhao and the State of Yan go to war, the two sides will inevitably be at a standstill for a long time, eventually becoming exhausted. In this way, the mighty Qin Empire will be like the fisherman, who just needs to sit back and reap the benefits. Your Majesty, please consider it carefully before making a decision.” The King of Zhao felt that what Su Dai said was reasonable and dispelled the idea of attacking the State of Yan.


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Qizi Ch3

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 3

Yao Tai’s statement ignited a romance fever within Bikong Academy. Every fledgling about to enter their awakening phase started actively looking for their future spouse. Couples started sprouting everywhere on campus.

This was the most beautiful romantic season of the year on the Tianxiu planet. Witnessing fledglings in the early throes of love, shyly whispering sweet nothings to each other, even the adults working within the academy couldn’t help but be drawn back to their own naive memories of the past.

However, not every memory was so pleasant. For example, the principal was one of those.

“Every year at this time, your mental state becomes a cause for concern.” Yao Tai worriedly looked at the report in her hand. It was the result of the principal’s visit to the infirmary to get medicine, only to be forced by her to have a health check.

The principal, somewhat helplessly, pulled out the wire attached to his temple. “I just came for some medicine. Those test results were expected. There wouldn’t be any improvement either way, so why bother?”

“I’m the health physician here. I have the duty to understand the mental condition of everyone in the academy,” Yao Tai firmly said, not backing down even though he was the principal. “Your current mental assessment has reached a dangerous level…”

“And it’s been dangerously high for over a hundred years. I could feel the urge to end my life every second,” the principal said, cutting her off. “But after all, I’m still alive, and never thought of giving up.”

“You…”

The principal gave a wry smile. “Since medicine can’t cure me, at least give me some relief medication.”

Yao Tai was frustrated for a while, but eventually sighed and took out the principal’s usual medication from the cabinet—most of it being sedatives to alleviate insomnia. For thirty years, he had taken countless bottles of such medicine from her. This man, with a high-risk mental assessment, had lived beyond anyone’s expectations for over a century. Only Yao Tai knew what he had relied upon to barely survive.

“Your recent medication dosage seems to have decreased?” Yao Tai noticed, comparing past records, her tone hinting at some relief.

“Yes, that’s because I need less sleep now,” the principal honestly replied.

The fleeting relief she felt was instantly extinguished. Yao Tai handed him several bottles of medication with a stern face. “Take as little as possible. You know the mental harm these medicines can cause.”

Regarding her warning, the principal seemed relaxed. “Of course, I’ve been very restrained.”

“Your mental report is dangerous. I have the duty to report to the Disease Control Center.”

“Sure, but don’t forget to mention my excellent self-control.” The principal smiled, albeit a bit bitterly. “I never want to go back to a place like the Disease Control Center in my life.”

Yao Tai sat down to record the examination results and medication dosage for the principal. The principal casually picked up a tablet on her desk to pass the time.

“That’s a file for the tenth-grade students,” Yao Tai said without lifting her head. “Part of it contains students I’ve flagged for special attention this year.”

The principal scrolled through the tablet until he paused at one particular profile, gazing intently at the photograph.

“His name is Ying Feng, the most significant concern for this year’s batch,” Yao Tai said, standing beside the principal, also looking at the profile. “Just looking at his eyes. He won’t settle for being second best. If he becomes a Qizi, the consequences are unimaginable.”

The principal silently turned to the next page. In the photo, a young man was smiling at the camera, exuding youthful vitality. Even in a static image, his confidence and flamboyance couldn’t be concealed.

“That’s Ling Xiao, not exactly a simple character*. He has too much pride and competitiveness in his nature. It’s hard for someone like him to accept the fate of failure. Fortunately, both he and Ying Feng are quite strong. They are the cream of the crop in their generation. It would be difficult for most people to surpass them in the coming-of-age ceremony, unless…”

*Not a fuel-efficient lamp (不是省油的灯) Metaphor referring to someone who’s not easy to deal with.

Yao Tai didn’t continue, and the principal didn’t ask. He put the tablet back in its place. “It’s going to be a tough year for you again.”

Yao Tai shook her head, about to say it wasn’t a big deal, but then thought of something else. “For the next physiology class, I want to take the students to visit the base.”

“Oh?” The principal was surprised. “Why?”

“I think it’s important for the students to understand their origins. It’ll help them improve their self-awareness.”

The principal pondered for a moment. “That’s a good suggestion. I know you have contacts at the base, so I’ll leave the arrangements to you.”

Yao Tai nodded in agreement.

……

“Hey! Did you hear? Rumors say that for our next physiology class, the academy will arrange for us to visit the base…”

Ling Xiao, without even knocking, barged into the other’s dormitory. His sentence gradually became stiffer, and it seemed he was finishing it out of sheer momentum.

Within his line of sight, his best friend No. 1, Lan Sheng, and his best friend No. 2, Ping Zong, were sitting on the bed, intimately embracing and…kissing.

“Sorry,” a shocked Ling Xiao mumbled, took a step back, closed the door, and tried to process the overwhelming information.

“Darn it!” Recovering from his shock, Ling Xiao kicked the door open again. “What the hell is going on?!”

The two had separated. Lan Sheng sat comfortably, while Ping Zong blushed and avoided his gaze.

“It’s exactly what you saw.” Lan Sheng openly embraced Ping Zong. “We’re dating.”

“You, you…” Ling Xiao was flabbergasted. “Since when?”

To his surprise, Lan Sheng began to count on his fingers. “Let me think… One, two, three… About three years ago.”

Three years ago…

Feeling awkward, Ling Xiao went to sulk in a corner. Lan Sheng gave him a disdainful look, and Ping Zong, finding it funny, disregarded his embarrassment and went over to comfort him.

“Stop it. I feel so betrayed. You two went from gay friends* to actual gay friends and kept it from me for three whole years. I’ve been the third wheel without even knowing it! Have you guys even considered my feelings…”

*Clarity: The term he’s using is (好基友) which refers to good gay friends, but nowadays widely used as just good (male) friends.

Ling Xiao continued to grumble, while Lan Sheng dug in his ear with his pinky. “It’s only because Ping Zong was considerate about your feelings that we didn’t tell you. He’s just afraid of shattering your fragile heart.”

“Enough,” Ping Zong complained. “He’s already like this, don’t provoke him further.”

He forcibly pulled Ling Xiao up from the ground. “This is mainly my fault. I felt embarrassed to mention it to you and didn’t want you to feel awkward in front of us, so I asked Lan Sheng to keep it a secret and not bring it up.”

Even after hearing that, Ling Xiao couldn’t bring himself to cheer up, looking dejected.

“See, I knew you’d have this ghostly expression. How could we dare to tell you?” Lan Sheng sarcastically remarked.

“You should’ve told me earlier!” Ling Xiao retorted.

“Would you have believed us?”

“You’re not a good friend!”

“You’re slow-witted!”

Traitors*!”

*Seeing colors and forgetting the meaning (见色忘义) Idiom referring to giving up one’s morality once you meet someone (beautiful) that you like.

Cuck*!”

*Big Tortoise (乌龟).

Ping Zong, seeing the two bickering energetically, was relieved. This was the Ling Xiao he knew.

“Alright, enough messing around.” Ling Xiao patted his face as if trying to wake himself up. “Even though I’m still trying to accept this… What are your plans for the future?”

Lan Sheng, who was usually playful, turned serious. “You heard what Dr. Yao said. After our awakening, Ping Zong and I have decided to hold the coming-of-age ceremony and become partners.”

When he said this, his attitude was serious and solemn, mature beyond his fledgling state.

Ping Zong quietly extended his hand to him, and their fingers intertwined tightly. All of this was witnessed by Ling Xiao.

“Then, I must congratulate you in advance…” Ling Xiao sounded a bit desolate. “But between the two of you, who will be the Qizhu?”

Lan Sheng gripped the other’s hand tighter. “That will depend on our capabilities.”

Ping Zong gave a slight smile, offering no opinion.

“After the coming-of-age ceremony, won’t you both be going on to further studies? Leaving me all alone…”

“Speaking of which,” Ping Zong said with concern, “Ling Xiao, you should also think about your lifelong matters. Ever since Dr. Yao began mobilizing preparations, many in our class have settled into romantic relationships. The number of singles is decreasing.”

“I know.” Ling Xiao scratched his head in frustration. “But it’s not something you can find just by saying so. There has to be someone you like first, right?”

“What about Ying Feng? Didn’t you say last time you wanted to take him as your Qizi?” Lan Sheng interjected.

“That’s a joke.” Ping Zong nudged him. “He said it out of frustration.”

“Really? I thought you had feelings for him.” Lan Sheng shrugged. “Recently, Zhu Yue has been pursuing Ying Feng quite actively. It’s as if he’s afraid people wouldn’t know.”

“Zhu Yue?” Ling Xiao paused. “The one who’s not very good at fighting?”

“That’s the one. I truly wonder how there can be such a weak exception among the Tianxiu people. He’s a disgrace to our kind. With his capabilities, he’s destined to be someone’s Qizi.”

“Being Ying Feng’s Qizi isn’t bad. He’s so strong. Looking across our entire grade, there aren’t many who could surpass him during the coming-of-age ceremony,” Ping Zong said.

“Maybe not. Older students might have their sights on him. Remember, Dr. Yao mentioned that the Qizhu will gain the powers of their Qizi. Just for that, it’s enough for some fearless ones to get ideas.”

Their discussion reached Ling Xiao’s ears, and a feeling of annoyance surged in his heart. He wished he hadn’t heard any of it. But having heard it, he couldn’t help but care.

“By the way,” Lan Sheng recalled, “What did you say when you came in? Visiting the base? Is that true?”

……

The term “base” became the most frequently mentioned word among the tenth graders in the following days. For these fledglings, the base was both familiar and filled with mystery. It was where they slept and awakened; the first thing every person of Tianxiu saw upon waking up in this life was the energy tank ceiling of the base.

However, after brief medical examinations and registrations, these newly awakened individuals were randomly allocated to various primary academies, embarking on a fresh start in life. The base, in their memories, was but a fleeting moment.

The news of the chance to revisit the base thrilled every tenth grader, and they all eagerly anticipated the next physical health class.

Ling Xiao input commands into his personal terminal, connecting to the Tianyuan Network.

The Tianyuan Network was the public network of Tianxiu. Its original designer proposed the feasibility of a 3D network and successfully built the first 3D virtual community, pioneering the prototype of realistic networking. This happened more than five hundred years ago.

Regrettably, he passed away before his grand vision was fully realized. Decades later, successors inherited his aspirations, refining the 3D network further and successfully popularizing it.

The third successor achieved a miracle in the history of networking. He developed an interdimensional transmission device that allowed physical objects to switch between virtual and reality, ushering in the golden era of 3D networking.

Today, with the original community at its heart, the Tianyuan Network had expanded its domain endlessly. Every industry found its place within, essentially creating a bustling space parallel to the real world and fully realizing the dream of the first generation when it was named—Tianyuan, the new era of Tianxiu.

Ling Xiao’s fledgling status meant his activities on the Tianyuan Network were restricted by its hierarchy, barring him from entering over 80% of the adult-only zones. Fortunately, the few zones that fledglings were allowed into were prosperous, catering to the needs of these minors.

Besides personal terminals, every awakened Tianxiu person also received a real-name card after awakening. This card served various purposes, one of which was for making purchases.

Every fledgling received a monthly stipend, sufficient for their expenses. This amount would increase when they undergo the coming-of-age ceremony and enter advanced institutes for further studies, and it would continue until they graduate and have their own income. Only then would they start paying education tax, nurturing the next generation of Tianxiu just as they were nurtured.

After shopping in the supermarket, Ling Xiao strolled along the commercial street, his attention caught by a shop named “Everything Sold Here”.

“What do you sell here?” He walked in, only to find no goods but a fledgling inside.

The fledgling pointed at the sign above with a cheeky grin. “Everything.”

Skeptical, Ling Xiao looked him up and down. “Are you a student working here?”

“No, I’m the owner.”

“Owner?” Ling Xiao exclaimed. “But you look just like me—a minor fledgling.”

“It’s true, but I’ve been one for twenty-two years.”

Just as Ling Xiao’s jaw was dropping, another person entered the shop.

“Hello there, what can I help you with?” The owner greeted warmly.

Upon entering, Ying Feng spotted someone he’d rather not see. As he was about to leave, Ling Xiao noticed him due to the owner’s greeting.

“What are you doing here?” Ling Xiao asked curtly.

Perhaps because it was online, Ying Feng wasn’t as indifferent as usual and replied, “Why can’t I be here?”

“Everyone’s a customer once they enter.” The owner welcomed Ying Feng warmly. “Ask for anything you like.”

“But you have nothing here,” Ling Xiao retorted.

“As long as you can name it, I’m confident I can procure it for you.”

“Such as?”

“Like the latest gaming consoles, extraterrestrial biological specimens, and autographed photos of celebrities. Let me think… What would fledglings of your age like? Ah, yes.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Even those spicy adult discs, I can discreetly get them for you.”

Ling Xiao felt embarrassed when he suddenly heard Ying Feng ask, “Aren’t you a student from our academy?”

“What?” Ling Xiao’s eyes widened. “This twenty-two-year-old fledgling is from our academy?”

“He’s Zhen He. You don’t even recognize him?” Ying Feng responded disdainfully.

Zhen He’s renowned name finally rang a bell in Ling Xiao’s memory. There was a celebrity in Bikong Academy—a twenty-two-year-old fledgling who hadn’t matured, neither advancing in his studies nor being held back, always remaining in the twelfth grade, the highest grade in the academy.

Although Zhen He was famous, he was elusive. Many students had heard of his name but never seen him in person, so it wasn’t surprising Ling Xiao didn’t recognize him.

Zhen He wasn’t bothered that he was recognized. “I know you both are from Bikong. Ling Xiao, Ying Feng. Am I right?”

“Damn.” Ling Xiao was shocked to hear his name. “How do you know?”

“Of course,” Zhen He’s demeanor shifted, no longer the enthusiastic shopkeeper but a more worldly figure, “I sell everything, which includes information. As an informant, I always need to know more than others.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not interested in what you sell.” Ying Feng turned to leave, and Ling Xiao hastily added, “Neither am I.”

“Aren’t both of you in the tenth grade?” Zhen He’s words halted their departure. “I’ve heard the tenth graders will be visiting the base for a field trip in a few days.”

“Yes, everyone in the academy knows about this. It’s not surprising that you do too.”

“How about I sell you some information that you might find interesting? Secrets about the base, perhaps?”

“Secrets?”

“Secrets on how to find your partner from a past life.”


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Sendoff Ch86

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 86: Formation

Shi Jingzhi had a not-too-long nightmare. He was well aware that he was dreaming, which gave him some comfort.

The Queen of Milan wasn’t like Yan Budu; she had no intention of leaving detailed memories for the world. The vast hatred and despair came crashing down on him, almost causing him to lose consciousness.

The Queen’s temperament was even more ruthless than Yan Budu’s, and she showed no mercy to her “kind”. Shi Jingzhi felt some regret—had he not received assistance from Yin Ci and Chen Qianfan, he might not have been able to defeat the Arcane Arts. To deal with the full force of the “Queen’s Funeral”, he would have needed at least a well-trained army.

She hoped to leave her last words to a strong and capable member of her kind.

Shi Jingzhi wasn’t sure if he was being crafty or not; he just had a vague feeling. The Queen of Milan’s last words were definitely not something he could easily digest.

Sure enough, in the beginning of the nightmare, Shi Jingzhi saw the vast glaciers of the North. The Queen of Milan stood at the edge of the glacier, dressed in a blue and white imperial robe, exuding a chilling elegance.

There was no one by her side.

And opposite her stood Great Yun’s tens of thousands of troops, mixed with thousands of Milan soldiers. Leading them was an elderly man on a white horse, dressed as the Great Yun’s Imperial Preceptor of that time.

“What am I? A monster or weapon created by you?”

Under the dark clouds and storm, she asked calmly. Her voice was transmitted through magic, and the surrounding generals and soldiers were indifferent, as if only the Imperial Preceptor could hear.

The Imperial Preceptor raised an eyebrow and looked at the Queen of Milan up and down. She coughed up blood and smiled sarcastically, like a diseased plum standing atop the glacier.

“When I was treating my illness, I found a formation in my own blood. The formation was so complex that it didn’t seem like something from this world, but it did indeed have traces of human alteration. It has been with me since birth, and my short-lived illness and terrifying desire are all related to it, right?”

Rather than asking a question, the Queen of Milan’s tone was more like a reproach. The Imperial Preceptor’s eyes showed some admiration, but that admiration quickly turned into regret.

“To be able to detect the blood formation, you are indeed a talented magic prodigy as rumored. Unfortunately…”

His voice was very low, also transmitted through magic, and it felt like needles stabbing.

“No need to regret anything. Today, I just want to die with a clear understanding. Old man, if you dare to lie in front of me, even if I have to go to hell, I will take the lives of the tens of thousands behind you.”

The Queen of Milan interrupted him with a cold laugh.

The Imperial Preceptor looked compassionate, as if looking at a child being unreasonable. He looked at the countless spells gathered around the Queen and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Great Yun has had generations of talented individuals, brilliant and unparalleled. A Saint sacrificed himself to the heavens, and heaven granted such blessings. You’re not monsters, but rather the fate of the heavens. We are sending you to a place of freedom with great care.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a pity… women are shallow in their hearts, and their fixed desire is too biased, making it difficult to bear the mandate of heaven in the end.”

The Queen of Milan’s smile grew larger and larger, and the cold wind lifted her long sleeves, blending her killing intent and immortal aura.

“Children of Desire? Fixed desire? Let me ask you, is the ‘bloodline disease’ that nearly took my life a fixed desire?”

The Imperial Preceptor nodded gently. “Indeed.”

The Queen clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and her smile became somewhat twisted. Dark clouds rolled in under the clear sky, and thunder rumbled in the clouds.

Her despair became even heavier, carrying fragments of chaos. Memories from the fixed desire were difficult to say whether they were blessings or curses, and she was destined to never escape from them in her lifetime.

Queen Xu Luo was afflicted with a disease that caused her to cough up blood, making it difficult for her to bear children, and thus was neglected by the royal family. After entering the palace for many days, the royal family treated her as a beautiful decoration and gave her a female slave named A’Tao.

Unexpectedly, the two met by chance, and A’Tao became the Queen’s first friend in her life.

One spring day, she received this handkerchief. Under the sunlight, the servant girl A’Tao’s eyes were sparkling, and she smiled brilliantly—

[Take it, I embroidered it! I remember today is your birthday. Haa, the two of us are trapped here all alone, so we have to support each other.]

[I learned Great Yun’s songs from my sister, and I’ll sing them to you! How does it go… The warm, warm breeze caresses the pretty peach branches…]

[Unfortunately, my family are all imperial slaves. Otherwise, I would definitely travel all over the country, singing everywhere. A’Luo, what do you want to do in the future?]

It was obviously just a smile, but it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. No matter what, she wanted to see it again.

Perhaps she could fulfill that person’s wish.

Several years later, beside the pile of corpses of the royal family, on the blood-stained throne, the new Queen happily announced to her friend—

“I will abolish the system of imperial slaves, and you can sing freely.”

“I will take care of your family and take care of this country… Now I will do whatever I want.”

“…A’Tao, why aren’t you smiling?”

The slave girl A’Tao knelt trembling under the throne, not daring to raise her head. When she heard those words, she looked up and forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Not long after, A’Tao’s family was besieged by the people as “betraying the royal family and supporting a tyrant”. A’Tao didn’t seek help from her former friend. By the time Xu Luo found out, they had already crossed the border and fled to Great Yun.

She could never find that smile again.

A’Tao hurriedly escaped, and no matter how hard she tried to govern the Milan people, in their eyes, she would always be a usurper who killed her husband and family with sinister intentions, an outsider with ill intentions. She was caught in a dilemma, and her time was running out.

She knew in her heart that she would never see that kind of smile again.

What a pitiful and ridiculous life, only to exchange it for the frivolous phrase “shallow in their hearts, and their fixed desire is too biased.”

Then what was “right”?

The Queen let go, and the wrinkled handkerchief danced in the wind, falling down the mountains and rivers. She looked directly into the Imperial Preceptor’s eyes and said in a slow, deliberate manner, “Great Yun has had generations of talented individuals, brilliant and unparalleled. Knowing that I won’t be the last one… That’s enough, it’s enough.”

“Come, let me teach you two things—first, when a person is about to die, their words may not be virtuous. I lied to you when I said I wouldn’t kill anyone. Second…”

After letting go of the handkerchief, she smiled even more beautifully.

“You should guard your secrets. The dead may still talk.”

As soon as the Queen’s words fell, countless crimson spells shot out. The Imperial Preceptor’s expression changed, attempting to resist with magic, but his heart was instantly pierced. Splashes of blood caused the massive glacier to shatter, and tens of thousands of troops fell into the icy sea in an instant.

“Old man, let me show you the hatred of a ‘woman’.”

The Imperial Preceptor’s corpse was dragged closer by the spells, and the Queen tightly embraced it. After a burst of blood-red light, more corpses swarmed in. Before being engulfed by the corpses, the Queen’s face turned ashen, and her lips moved slightly.

“I will let you all know that when a Saint sacrifices himself to the heavens, it’s not blessings that heaven bestows, but calamities.”

“I will become this calamity.”

For decades, for hundreds of years, there would always be others of her kind coming to this northern land. Even if there was only a slight possibility, she wanted them to pay the price.

In boundless hatred and despair, she finally shed tears. In the final moments of the nightmare, Shi Jingzhi saw the Queen of Milan move her lips and then stubbornly swallow her last words.

Looking at that tiny movement of her lips, she seemed to want to call out the name “A’Tao.”

The information in the nightmare “testament” was terrifying, and the sensation of the corpses piling up was too horrifying. Shi Jingzhi gasped in shock, suddenly sitting up.

He struggled wildly, like he was drowning, and then a warm hand grabbed him.

Shi Jingzhi instinctively grasped the hand, holding onto the person’s hand tightly. The despair and oppression almost drowned him, but he still had a piece of buoyant wood that would never sink.

“Are you awake?” Yin Ci sighed with relief.

Shi Jingzhi didn’t know if he could be considered awake—the aftereffects of the Living Puppet Curse were like a hangover, and the influence of the Queen of Milan’s “testament” made his brain feel like it was bubbling. Sect Master Shi let go of his disciple and frantically clutched at the sides of the boat, trying to vomit.

But there was nothing in his stomach to vomit, and he dry-heaved for a long time before recovering.

Memories from the age of three returned, and Shi Jingzhi knew that the matter of “fixed desire” was undoubtedly related to the previous Imperial Preceptor. Unexpectedly, this “connection” started over two hundred years ago.

There was not just one Imperial Preceptor involved; it was a group.

The Queen of Milan, Yan Budu, and himself were all some kind of living being called “Children of Desire”. Their strange hemoptysis and twisted desires were all due to this identity.

Great Yun produced generations of Children of Desire. Apart from the particularly troublesome Queen of Milan and Yan Budu, how many people were buried in the shadows?

According to the words in the testament, after the first Imperial Preceptor sacrificed himself to the heavens, the “Children of Desire” appeared. But what exactly were the “Children of Desire” meant for?

Shi Jingzhi wished he could fly to Yidu right now and interrogate Jiang Youyue with severe methods. Unfortunately, Jiang Youyue was well protected, and he was under the watchful eye of the royal family, so it wasn’t easy to take action.

Moreover, at this moment, he had more important things to consider—

How could there be a short-lived, strange disease? He only had a mysterious formation in his blood. The formation had been with them since birth; even the Queen of Milan couldn’t remove it, which indicated it wasn’t easy to deal with.

The aftereffects of the Living Puppet Curse had passed, and Shi Jingzhi lost Chen Qianfan’s magic reserves. He couldn’t deduce deeper clues. He could only grasp Yin Ci and look around weakly. “Where are Senior Chen and Granny Wei?”

The wooden boat seemed to be some kind of magical tool, and it was stable on the snowy plain. Shi Zhongyu and Yan Qing were still unconscious, but Chen Qianfan and Granny Wei were nowhere to be seen.

Yin Ci lowered his gaze and said casually, “They’re gone.”

Shi Jingzhi’s chaotic thoughts froze immediately. The magical artifact was still warm, and they must have just stopped. There was undoubtedly only one meaning to what “gone” meant in such an empty and desolate place.

After half a day, he finally thought a bit slowly—when he left, the two elders were clearly fine. How could they suddenly disappear after he took a nap?

He immediately held Yin Ci’s hand, as if afraid that the person in front of him would also vanish.

Since his ban was lifted, and after the fierce battle and the testament, Shi Jingzhi hadn’t had any rest. Yin Ci looked at him, and he felt that the person in front of him was filled with exhaustion from head to toe. The vigorous vitality of the past had diminished somewhat.

Yin Ci pondered for a moment and didn’t inquire about the matter of the testament, but continued calmly, “Shi Zhongyu and Yan Qing aren’t in good condition. They need a warm place to recuperate from their injuries. We are not far from Twin Rivers. We can rest there for a while.”

“It’s just sunrise now, and the yin energy is receding. I will go find Su Si. You wait here.”

Yin Ci’s tone was calm, with a touch of unquestionable composure, which made people feel reassured.

Just like many years ago.

…Right, Yin Ci was immortal. He thought belatedly and couldn’t help but drift away in his thoughts again.

In just an instant, Shi Jingzhi deeply understood the pain of the Queen of Milan—if there wasn’t such a thread of worldly attachment around him, when the heavy truths came crashing down, he might have fallen into despair too.

He felt a strange sense of having survived a great calamity, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Yin Ci seemed to misunderstand Shi Jingzhi’s blank expression, thinking that he had not fully recovered from the nightmare.

He took out an exquisite brocade and placed it in Shi Jingzhi’s palm. “Woven by Granny Wei, inside there’s a tranquility charm written by Chen Qianfan. Remember not to open it casually… I’ve accepted your ‘flower lantern contract’, so I should return the favor.”

After speaking, Yin Ci took out another tranquility charm and waved it in front of Shi Jingzhi. “This one is mine, and I’ve put your flower lantern contract in place.”

Oh, Yin Ci was coaxing him.

Shi Jingzhi suddenly felt that this person had been using the same three tricks for the past twenty years, which meant that there weren’t many tricks left. Despite carrying a heavy burden in his heart, he was almost amused by his disciple’s actions.

Yin Ci continued clumsily playing the role of a father, his tone somewhat uncertain. “When we get to Twin Rivers, I’ll cook fish for you.”

Shi Jingzhi carefully held the tranquility charm and put it in his pocket, looking at Yin Ci. “Master has already passed three; I was just thinking about serious matters.”

He was no longer the little mute from years ago; this small bribe couldn’t fool him anymore.

“But I really want to eat fish with fruit juice.” After thinking for a moment, he added seriously.

Yin Ci’s expression loosened. He let out a sigh of relief, about to say something, when his brows slowly furrowed.

Shi Jingzhi turned his head and followed Yin Ci’s gaze—not far away, a white smoke billowed. From the shape alone, the approaching object seemed somewhat strange, but the demonic qi was quite faint.

As the object drew closer, the two of them could make out the general outline. It was a small sled pulled by rabbit demons, and standing on the sled was a figure holding… a large goose.

The large goose had two fleshy antennae on its head, and its eyes were stern and dissatisfied. They were very familiar with it.

Lord Bai had a warm jade hanging from its chest and looked somewhat frightened, but fortunately hadn’t suffered any injuries. Su Si was unconscious at the back of the sled, wrapped tightly in thick clothes; his face was stained with blood but still showed signs of breathing.

“Long time no see, Sect Master Shi. Did your Kushan Sect lose something?” The sled stopped beside the wooden boat, and the person on the sled smiled sweetly.

Shi Jingzhi: “…Thank you, Miss Shen.”

He found it somewhat amusing and couldn’t help but play along with Shen Zhu’s act. Based on Yin Ci’s experience, he probably discovered their connection back in the Ghost Tomb. Now, Shen Zhu was pretending not to know them face-to-face, and he was momentarily unsure whether he should introduce this subordinate.

The atmosphere was so awkward that it felt strange whether they spoke or not.

Sect Master Shi had just gained some true emotions, and the initial excitement hadn’t subsided yet. He was afraid he might slip and break it. He was at a loss for words, unable to come up with a smooth response.

On the other side, Yin Ci indeed remembered the face of the newcomer; it was Shen Zhu from the Ghost Tomb.

When they were in the Ghost Tomb, Shi Jingzhi had sneakily spent time alone with this person. Disciples of the Yueshui Pavilion were always running around, investigating various peculiar things. Now that they bumped into each other here, he could barely explain it as a coincidence, but…

Yin Ci glanced at the bird whistle hanging on Shen Zhu’s chest and thought of the sparrow feathers on Shi Jingzhi and understood the situation. But now that Shi Jingzhi was pretending not to know her, he didn’t know if Shi Jingzhi had mentioned this matter to her.

Regardless, they had been avoiding any direct contact with her, so it seemed a bit hurtful to expose everything right now. With Shi Jingzhi not saying anything, he seemed unable to speak up.

The two of them looked up and down, and the atmosphere fell into a suspicious silence.

Shen Zhu observed the inexplicable atmosphere for a while, and her eyebrows rose higher and higher. Seeing that neither of them spoke, she gradually grasped some clues—

Shen Zhu pulled Su Si onto the wooden boat and then turned to Yin Ci. “Alright, you know who I am. I am indeed Shi Jingzhi’s subordinate, but he didn’t tell me anything about you. The Yueshui Pavilion’s news is always fast, and as soon as I heard that you openly acknowledged your Master at the city gate, I recognized you.”

She smiled and tried to ease the tension.

“Yin Ci, right? I had quite an impression of you from our time in the Ghost Tomb. I’ve only seen one person who dared to talk back to their Master like that, and that’s you.”


The author has something to say:

Shen Zhu: I’m just a bot that brings up embarrassing past events…

…Demonic Lord Yin, do you remember what you did before?


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Bu Tian Gang Ch159

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 159

From the door’s crack in a compartment, a middle-aged woman was seen holding a struggling child who seemed to be trying to wake up. However, a man next to her gave the child something to drink, and in a blink, the child fell back into a deep sleep.

Kan Chaosheng narrowed his eyes.

The people inside were very alert. Almost the moment Kan Chaosheng stopped to look, another man noticed his silhouette outside the door and swiftly approached to open it. Kan Chaosheng didn’t plan on running; he stood his ground, looked up, and gave a smile that he thought was foolishly naive but which others might interpret as innocent and pure. “Hello, Uncle.”

Glancing around and seeing only a child, the man’s guard dropped significantly.

He said absent-mindedly, “Go find your parents; this isn’t a place for kids!”

Kan Chaosheng pointed to the sleeping boy inside. “That little brother is so cute. Can I play with him?”

The man, now annoyed, warned, “Whose annoying kid is this? If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”

Kan Chaosheng, on the verge of tears, pleaded, “But my parents didn’t come with me. Please don’t let the police take me away!”

The man hesitated, and his stern expression softened immediately, becoming more cordial.

“Little friend, you say your parents didn’t come with you? Who brought you on the train?”

Kan Chaosheng shook his head. “I came by myself, going to my grandparents’. My parents got divorced.”

The man’s heart leapt with opportunity, suppressing his excitement. “Then, would you like to come in and play with the little brother?”

Kan Chaosheng feigned hesitation. “Isn’t he sleeping?”

The man reached out, trying to coax him. “When he wakes up, he can play with you. I have delicious candy here.”

Kan Chaosheng did indeed come in with great enthusiasm. The man took out a large bag of candies from his bag and gave it to him, and he also lent him a phone to play with.

“Little friend, where are you from?” the man asked.

Kan Chaosheng mentioned a place name, which was a suburb next to the capital city.

The man confirmed again, “Did you really come here by train alone? How could your parents be at ease?”

With candy stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks puffing with each chew, Kan Chaosheng frowned and said, “My parents are divorced. They have to work and don’t have time to accompany me, so they let me go by myself.”

The woman holding the child also asked, “Wasn’t there someone with you on the way?”

Kan Chaosheng rolled his eyes. “I’m a grownup; I don’t need someone with me!”

The man laughed. “Yes, yes, you’re a grownup!”

He turned to his companion and said, “I think he’s a runaway.”

To prevent the child from understanding, their conversation was conducted entirely in a tricky and hard-to-understand dialect.

However, Kan Chaosheng didn’t need to listen; he could guess what they were probably saying.

The woman said, “Maybe we should forget it. What we have now is enough. Any more and we might overextend ourselves.”

“Women are always so timid!” Another accomplice sneered disdainfully. “One more means more money. Look at his fair and delicate face; he’s definitely well-raised. Most likely, he sneaked out without his parents knowing. Kids like him are top-notch merchandise; once kidnapped, they’re hard to find!”

The third accomplice appeared uneasy. “But when he got on, someone must’ve seen him. What if the passengers in the same car notice he’s missing and call the police?”

Another accomplice thoughtfully said, “So, we should wait for about half an hour. If no one comes looking for him by then, we’ll get off at the next stop. At that time, we’ll hand this kid to Lao Lei. If anyone asks, we’ll say he got sick, the hospital in Beijing couldn’t treat him, so we’re taking him back to his hometown.”

There was continuous rustling from the other end. The man who had opened the door for Kan Chaosheng turned around and was dumbstruck.

“How the hell can you eat so much?!”

He snatched the bag from Kan Chaosheng’s hands, then picked up the snack wrappers from the bunk, pinching a few to confirm that all the snacks inside had been eaten.

“Damn, it’s all gone! Are you the fucking reincarnation of a starved ghost? How can you eat so much from such a big bag?”

Kan Chaosheng looked aggrieved. “Uncle, if you scold me, I won’t play with the little brother. I’m leaving!”

Saying so, he tried to jump off the bed.

The man hurriedly stopped him. “No, no, no, I was just joking with you. There’s still food!”

He then motioned to his companions. “Quick, whatever snacks you have on you, take them out!”

The man quickly handed another bag of snacks to Kan Chaosheng. “Here, eat these for now. Uncle will go buy you a drink, okay?”

“Okay!” Kan Chaosheng happily started opening the snacks without lifting his head. “I’ve already bought a Coke. Get me two bottles of Sprite!”

“Alright, alright!” The man gave a signal to one of his companions, who immediately got up and left.

The man stared at the empty snack wrappers in disbelief. “How did he eat so quickly? Did any of you see him eating? Is he some sort of eating machine?”

One of the accomplices teased him, “He was sitting right behind you eating, and you didn’t even notice! How would we know?”

The man turned his head to see Kan Chaosheng eating and his greasy fingers typing on his phone simultaneously. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, he was eating at an astonishing speed. In no time, he finished a chicken wing and picked up another.

Looking at the greasy fingerprints covering the phone, the man resisted the urge to lash out at Kan Chaosheng.

“This damned kid. Before selling him off, I really want to beat him up,” he muttered furiously in his dialect.

The accomplice returned with drinks. Meeting the man’s inquisitive gaze, he silently nodded and handed over the drinks.

“Kid, you must be thirsty. Have a drink. Uncle went out especially to buy it for you!”

Kan Chaosheng took it and gulped down a big sip.

The only woman among the traffickers tried to make conversation. “Little friend, what’s your name?”

Kan Chaosheng glanced at her, curled his lip, and arrogantly replied, “My parents told me not to tell my name to ugly women!”

The middle-aged woman, holding back her anger, gave a fake smile. “Didn’t your parents teach you to be polite when speaking to adults?”

Kan Chaosheng giggled. “Why should I be polite to someone as ugly as you?”

He finished the last chicken bone and tossed it onto the bed.

“I’m done eating. Is there more?”

The man: …

“None left!” He replied irritatedly, staring at Kan Chaosheng. Seeing the boy still full of energy, he suspiciously asked his companion. “Was the drink ‘fresh’?”

The accomplice replied with discontent, “Of course it was ‘fresh’. I even added a bit extra!”

The man was puzzled. “Then why didn’t he faint?”

Kan Chaosheng wiped his mouth nonchalantly. “My elder told me never to ask others for snacks, but if they offer, it’s fine. You guys won’t snitch, right?”

The man, seeing the boy hadn’t fainted, snapped impatiently, “What are you babbling about? Here, drink this Sprite as well!”

Kan Chaosheng grinned, showing an innocent smile. “Since you don’t have any more food, I guess it’s my turn.”

……

Deng Po waited for a long time without seeing Kan Chaosheng return with the cola. Feeling uneasy and regretting letting the boy go alone, he followed the directions to the dining car. From the staff, he learned that Kan Chaosheng had returned. Deng Po hurriedly searched each compartment, ready to call the police. But then he saw a compartment door open, and Kan Chaosheng’s head peeked out, waving at him.

“What are you doing?” Deng Po rushed over and peeked inside, his jaw dropping.

Inside the compartment, there were five people: three men, one woman, and one unconscious child.

One man clung to the bedpost, screaming in terror, “Stay away, or I’ll call the police!”

Another sat on the small table by the bed, laughing maniacally and pretending to gather something. “Gold, so much gold! I’m rich!”

The other two burly men were strangling each other. One spat out angrily, “You traitor, daring to cheat behind my back!” while the other sobbed, “I didn’t! I didn’t kill anyone.”

Deng Po: …What just happened here?

He slowly looked at Kan Chaosheng. “Is this a group of mentally ill patients on their way to a mental hospital?”

Kan Chaosheng rolled his eyes. “What are you thinking? These are human traffickers, and that kid was kidnapped by them!”

Deng Po was shocked. “What?! And you…?”

Kan Chaosheng shrugged. “Thankfully, I’m clever and skillful. Otherwise, they would’ve succeeded. The boy seems to be another one of their victims.”

Deng Po struggled to reconcile the bizarre behavior of the people with the idea of them being traffickers. As he was still processing, Kan Chaosheng frowned. “Why are you standing there in a daze? Quickly call the police!”

Deng Po didn’t think much about it and turned to look for the train police. Halfway there, he realized a problem: How did Kan Chaosheng, having just fallen into the hands of those people, manage to do this to them?

He dared not think about it deeply. A shiver ran down Deng Po’s spine, with a vague realization that perhaps the kid wasn’t as simple as he seemed on the surface.

……

When Dong Zhi received a call from Kan Chaosheng, he was on his way back from a commendation ceremony.

This commendation ceremony was also a memorial service.

The battle began and ended with the stone tablet. Che Bai, Zong Ling, Ding Lan, and others had sacrificed their precious lives. Long Shen, Dong Zhi, Yu Buhui, Liu Si, and others almost didn’t make it back from the abyss. Wu Bingtian, Tang Jing, and their peers were seriously injured, and they paid a heavy price for a pyrrhic victory.

Although the abyssal channel had been sealed and almost all of Otowa Yasuhiko’s side had been wiped out, with only insignificant figures left who couldn’t cause any more trouble, it was still a profoundly painful experience for the Special Administration Bureau.

Everyone, dressed in black Chinese tunic suits, stood in the cemetery. The summary of the battle and the eulogy for the deceased by Song Zhicun echoed in their ears. The heavens seemed moved, sending a light drizzle as if mourning the heroes.

Under such circumstances, even when Dong Zhi was informed that he had been awarded a second-class individual merit and promoted to assistant director of the Yangcheng branch, he couldn’t feel any happier.

Only when he sat side by side with Long Shen on the way back and received a call from Kan Chaosheng did he begin to shake off the sadness, replaced by a mix of laughter and tears.

“You’re saying you used an illusion technique to turn those four traffickers into lunatics?” Dong Zhi asked.

“I had to do something! By the time the police arrived, everything would’ve been over! They’re perfectly fine now; they’re just pretending to be mad to avoid police interrogation. Anyway, I’ve handed them over to the police, so it’s out of my hands now!” Kan Chaosheng ranted.

Dong Zhi smirked. “Since the situation is resolved, you wouldn’t specifically call unless something else happened, right?”

As expected, there was a pause on the other end. Kan Chaosheng hesitated for a moment. “It’s not a big deal! I just plan to take on a disciple and was wondering if you guys are free to come and witness the ceremony?”

Dong Zhi: …

Without needing to relay the message, Kan Chaosheng’s voice was loud enough for Long Shen to hear.

Long Shen couldn’t help but rub his temples. “We really shouldn’t have let him go out alone.”

He thought that after all this time at the Special Administration Bureau, Kan Chaosheng deserved a chance to go out on his own. Little did he expect that he would find himself a disciple while delivering an octopus.

Long Shen took the phone from Dong Zhi. “You’re not ready to have a disciple yet.”

Upon hearing Long Shen’s voice, Kan Chaosheng’s tone softened. “Boss, his name is Deng Po. I met him on the way. He seems to have a good nature. Without knowing who I am, he still took care of me when he knew I was traveling alone.”

Long Shen calmly replied, “Choosing a disciple is not only about their nature but also their potential. And being a master is not just about the master’s abilities. Besides magic, what else do you think you can teach him?”

Kan Chaosheng: “Eat… eat faster than others?”

Long Shen was silent. Dong Zhi tried to hold back his laughter. Long Shen glanced at him and saw him leaning in to listen, stretching his neck like a giraffe, so he just turned on the speakerphone.

Kan Chaosheng’s dejected voice came through. “Alright, I understand.”

Still, he wanted to try one more time. “But I really want to take on a disciple. Ever since you guys left the capital, I’ve been so bored. Zhong Yuyi is so slow to respond. Sometimes it takes him forever to reply.”

Long Shen patiently explained, “A disciple is not a playmate to keep you entertained. You have to be responsible for their future.”

Kan Chaosheng: “I can do it! Like you do with Dong Zhi, isn’t it just sleeping in the same bed? I can do that too!”

Dong Zhi: ……

Without a word, Dong Zhi hung up the phone.

But it was already too late.

The driver was from the Special Administration Bureau and wasn’t a practitioner but a logistical staff member. He was relatively familiar with the affairs within the bureau. This commendation ceremony was an official outing. Originally, Long Shen and Wu Bingtian were in the same car, but on the way back, Wu Bingtian and Song Zhicun had matters to discuss. Meanwhile, Dong Zhi had to go back directly to pack up to catch a flight to Yangcheng early the next morning. Long Shen accompanied him, so they shared a car. Although Long Shen’s resignation wasn’t approved, the higher-ups allowed him to take an indefinite sick leave, only requiring him to report in urgent situations when needed.

The reason Long Shen wanted to resign was partly that he felt a bit exhausted and wanted to spend more time with his apprentice. On the other hand, it was due to the lingering demonic qi. He didn’t want to have any accidents while in the position of deputy director, which would cause even more trouble. But now that he was allowed to take sick leave, he didn’t insist on leaving. Unlike Tang Jing, who loved freedom, the word “responsibility” was deeply ingrained in him. The Special Administration Bureau, and the people within it had long become a part of his life, and he was reluctant to leave casually.

During Kan Chaosheng’s rant, the car happened to stop at a red light at a crossroads ahead. The driver took a sip from his water bottle, and, caught off guard by the overheard conversation, he spit the water directly onto the windshield.

He coughed a few times and sneaked a glance at the two of them through the rearview mirror. Trying to cover up his embarrassment, he coughed a few more times and loudly mumbled to himself, “Ah, the weather is so conducive to catching a cold. I’ve been having a runny nose lately and even ringing in my ears. I can’t hear anything; what should I do about this?”

A deathly silence pervaded the car’s interior.


Kinky Thoughts:

That’s treading dangerous waters there Kan Chaosheng. In your case, your new disciple might go directly to jail.


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Bu Tian Gang Ch158

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 158

Under Kan Chaosheng’s persistent entreaties, he was finally allowed to set out with 300 yuan and a backpack.

He once managed to spend an entire month’s salary in a day, so 300 yuan might not even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. Although he wouldn’t die from not eating for half a month, as a creature living in China’s capital and being surrounded by a plethora of cuisines daily, he had developed an insatiable appetite, regardless of whether he was actually hungry or not.

However, under Long Shen’s imposing authority, Kan Chaosheng didn’t dare to protest and could only try to cram as much as possible into his backpack—after all, he could carry it!

Kan Chaosheng brought the octopus to the train station to get tickets and board. After shrinking, the octopus stayed in his pocket. Kan Chaosheng used a blinding spell, so the security personnel neither stopped the octopus nor raised any concerns about him, a child traveling alone.

The octopus peeked its head out of the pocket, looking at the plane overhead, a small black dot in the sky, and said enviously, “Big brother, why can’t we fly? I came from America by plane, and it was really quick!”

Kan Chaosheng responded impatiently, “Taking you to find a master is a personal matter. I’ve spent all my salary; where would I get money for a plane ticket? The train ticket was paid for by the boss. You should be grateful that he, that tightwad1, even paid. Stop complaining!”

The octopus asked curiously, “So, the boss is actually a rooster made of metal1?”

1Clarity: The term Kan Chaosheng is using is an iron cock (铁公鸡) which refers to a stingy person. The octopus, not knowing Chinese well, thinks Long Shen’s true form is a rooster and thus replied like so.

Kan Chaosheng replied, “…No, I was just saying he’s stingy. Your Chinese still needs work, Xiao Zhang!”

Octopus protested, “My name is Meika!”

Kan Chaosheng responded, “Exactly, and since you’re an octopus, shouldn’t your surname be Zhang*? In China, everyone has a surname. It’ll be convenient for you once you transform.”

*[Zhang] () means octopus.

Octopus queried, “Can’t I have the surname Mei?”

Kan Chaosheng arrogantly retorted, “Zhang sounds better. You can be Zhang Meika, or you can take my surname: Kan Meika or Kan Zhang! Haha, Kan Zhang sounds fun! When someone asks your name, you can say ‘Kan, Zhang!’*”

*Clarity: The joke here is [Kan] () means look. So if Meika takes on Kan Zhang, his name would literally mean look, (an) octopus.

At this point, he couldn’t contain his amusement and kept laughing.

Octopus: …

Unable to understand his big brother’s sense of humor, it finally compromised, saying, “Fine, my Chinese name will have the surname Zhang.”

In its original form, Meika was as large as a small island. In terms of size and power, it wouldn’t be inferior to Kan Chaosheng. But after arriving in China, while Dong Zhi and others rushed to Kunlun Mountain, the octopus spent time with Kan Chaosheng and naturally grew close. Kan Chaosheng treated it like a younger brother. Perhaps due to both being aquatic creatures, the octopus was content following him.

As for playing games, Kan Chaosheng led the octopus astray. Using its eight tentacles to play games was unimaginable for others. Dong Zhi initially wanted Kan Chaosheng to teach the octopus basic cultivation techniques, but without supervision, Kan Chaosheng altered the lessons, turning out an octopus that only knew leisure and games.

Upon Dong Zhi’s return and inquiry, Kan Chaosheng felt a bit guilty. So when asked to take the octopus to the Wuzhiqi, he didn’t hesitate and quickly departed.

“Also, don’t keep popping out. The train is crowded, and I can’t use the blinding spell on everyone. If someone sees you, it will cause trouble!”

Kan Chaosheng pushed the octopus’s head back and sternly warned, “Do you want to be turned into grilled octopus?”

Terrified, the octopus quickly retreated. After a while, its muffled voice said, “I can get big; I’m not scared of them.”

Kan Chaosheng snorted, “You underestimate Chinese people. As long as it’s edible, the bigger, the better. Can you eat human flesh in return?”

Octopus: “…I like to eat fish.”

Kan Chaosheng replied, “See? You don’t want to eat them, but they want to eat you. With over a billion people, can you swallow them all in one bite? But with me around, you’ll be fine as long as you stay in my pocket. Once I’m on the train, I’ll get you a phone to play games.”

The octopus’s phone was confiscated in the capital and couldn’t be retrieved until their return. Hearing this, it brightened up. “Thank you, big brother!”

Seeing that he frightened the octopus, Kan Chaosheng further established his authority as the boss, feeling quite satisfied.

After passing security, Kan Chaosheng headed straight for the train. Long Shen had booked him a soft sleeper berth, which had fewer people and thus fewer problems. Of course, he wasn’t worried about Kan Chaosheng’s safety. Those who would be truly concerned would be those who got in the way of Kan Chaosheng. If Kan Chaosheng caused more trouble, it would eventually be Long Shen who had to deal with it, so the fewer problems, the better.

Inside the soft sleeper compartment, there were four beds—two on each side, one above the other. Kan Chaosheng’s reservation was for the upper left one. Below him was a young man who had arrived earlier. The two beds on the right were still vacant.

The young man, seeing a child with a backpack enter without any parent, found it odd and asked, “Where are your parents, kid?”

Kan Chaosheng casually replied, “They’ve been long dead.”

Young man: ……

Kan Chaosheng then realized he forgot to use his “blinding technique” and hastily added, “They divorced when I was very young. I consider them as good as dead.”

The young man sighed, sympathizing with the mature kid. “So, you’re traveling alone? No adults with you?”

Growing impatient, Kan Chaosheng said, “No, I’m returning to my grandparents’ house in the countryside. Uncle, I’m tired and need to rest. My teacher told me not to talk too much with strangers.”

The young man felt embarrassed, thinking about how precocious kids are these days.

At that moment, a family of three entered the compartment. They booked the two beds on the right. Their child, around five or six years old, was quite noisy—wanting to play a game one moment and eat an apple the next. However, after a few bites of the apple, he complained it wasn’t sweet, then demanded chips. Upon hearing an ice cream vendor outside, the kid clamored for ice cream. His mother tried to appease him gently, but when he didn’t get his way, he began crying loudly. His father tried to silence him with a slap, but it only made the child cry even louder. Realizing they couldn’t be too harsh, the parents continued to coax him, only making the child even more demanding.

For the passengers nearby, this situation was extremely annoying. Those with short tempers could start arguing on the spot. The young man looked at the mischievous child and the parents, barely restraining himself from cursing out loud, when suddenly a loud shout from above said, “Shut up!”

Kan Chaosheng poked his head out from the upper bunk, ominously warning, “Cry again, and I’ll conjure a snake to bite you!”

To others, it looked like a cute kid trying to act tough. If the young man had said that, the parents might have argued, but coming from Kan Chaosheng, it just made things awkward. The child’s mother even tried to pacify her son, saying, “See, even the older boy is getting angry. Try being naughty now!”

However, in the child’s eyes, Kan Chaosheng’s face transformed into a giant snake’s head, with large, blood-red eyes and a long, hissing tongue. The sight was so terrifying that the child fainted.

The parents were shocked. The father whispered, “Our child is so timid!”

But since they treasured him so much, they quickly carried him to find the train conductor.

With their departure, the compartment quieted down. The young man, relieved, took out his phone to play a game.

But after a while, he felt something off. Looking up, he almost screamed. Kan Chaosheng’s head was peering down from the upper bunk, staring at him.

“Little friend, you scared me!” the young man said. He found Kan Chaosheng odd but still preferable to the earlier noisy child. “Want to come down?”

“I’m watching you play,” Kan Chaosheng said mysteriously.

The young man chuckled. “I forgot. Many kids play this game. Want to join?”

Kan Chaosheng looked pitiful. “I can’t on my phone.”

He showed his old Nokia 1280.

Laughing, the young man exclaimed, “Who still uses this kind of phone these days!”

Then, realizing Kan Chaosheng might come from a financially struggling background, he handed him his iPad, saying, “Here, play with this.”

Excited, Kan Chaosheng replied, “Thank you, brother. You’re a kind person!”

The young man smirked. “You just called me ‘uncle’. Now that there’s a game, I’m ‘brother’?”

Kan Chaosheng, engrossed in the game, said, “It’s your kindness that makes you seem younger.”

Young Man: ……

After some back and forth, the two quickly became acquainted. Kan Chaosheng learned that the young man’s name was Deng Po, a senior in college. With few classes left, Deng Po decided to travel solo, planning to visit Tianjin first before heading further south.

“Have you found a job yet?” Out of gratitude for the iPad, Kan Chaosheng shared a bag of snacks with Deng Po and engaged him in casual conversation. “It’s hard for graduates to find jobs these days. You shouldn’t get lost in fun. If you lack self-control, you can give me your phone to keep for a while. I can play games on dual modes and help you earn points.”

He didn’t forget that he still had a little octopus minion eagerly waiting on the upper bunk.

Deng Po couldn’t laugh or cry. “Why do you sound so mature for your age? I don’t need to find a job. I’m interning at my uncle’s company. Everything’s already set up for me. Many of my peers are all about partying, cars, and spending money. Compared to them, me taking a train trip is practically saintly.”

He wasn’t too guarded around a child like Kan Chaosheng.

Kan Chaosheng glanced at him and calmly remarked, “Oh, so you’re a rich second-generation.”

Deng Po found this even more amusing. Most children he had met were either like the mischievous child from before or were polite and obedient. None were like Kan Chaosheng.

“You’re playing games at such a young age, and you’re lecturing me about getting lost in fun?”

“I’m combining work with leisure! I’ll leave the iPad on the upper bunk on auto-play mode and go buy some drinks. What would you like? My treat.”

Without waiting, Kan Chaosheng jumped down from the top bunk, landing safely and effortlessly, startling Deng Po.

“Hey, be careful! Never mind, I’ll go. What do you want to drink?”

Kan Chaosheng responded impatiently, “I said I’m going. Are you having a drink or not?”

Deng Po hesitated. “…Alright, get me a bottle of Coke.”

Kan Chaosheng waved and quickly disappeared beyond the door.

Scratching his chin, Deng Po mumbled to himself, “I’ve never seen such a fierce kid before.”

He himself had a temper, but for some reason, he just couldn’t get mad at Kan Chaosheng. On the upper bunk, two tentacles emerged from a backpack, skillfully playing the game.

Soon, Kan Chaosheng returned with the Coke.

As he passed by other compartments, most had their doors open, while some left just a small gap. He wasn’t interested in the rooms with open doors, but those with a gap caught his attention. A quick glance into one of them made him notice something unusual.


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