Chapter 1404 – Wei Ci’s Assassination (Part Four)
Jiang Pengji said, “He can’t kill Zixiao.”
If he can’t kill, then what’s all this fuss for?
Liu Zhi remarked, “Be careful! Don’t let your cleverness backfire! If he can’t even kill Wei Ci, where will he put his face as a ‘god’?”
Dating Jiang Pengji is like forming an alliance; one must always be prepared for a potential backstab.
Suddenly, Liu Zhi felt sorry for Wei Ci.
Bad luck was one thing, but how could he have his eyes set on such a woman?
“You don’t understand. The System would be better off choosing anyone than Zixiao.” Before Liu Zhi could ask anything, Jiang Pengji continued, “I’m going to settle the score with that thing. Keep an eye on Zixiao. If anything happens to him, don’t blame me for disregarding ‘father-daughter feelings,’ I’ll even slice you.”
Liu Zhi: “…”
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
After all these years of ‘fatherly love and daughterly gratitude,’ she turns her back just like that? Is there no room for father-daughter bonds anymore?
“What do you plan to do?” Liu Zhi asked, barely holding his composure.
Jiang Pengji replied, “The System doesn’t have a physical form; it can only attach to special vessels, like the Yin-Yang pendant. However, I’ve confirmed that the pendant I gave Zixiao isn’t a vessel for the System. Without finding its vessel, this time, it probably won’t take its life, but it’s good to retrieve some interest. I’m going to invade Zixiao’s mind and find out what the malicious entity is…”
With that, Jiang Pengji sat down with the knife, closing her eyes seriously.
Before long, Liu Zhi’s eyes widened suddenly.
What did he see?
He saw a tall, voluptuous woman in a neat military uniform appear beside Jiang Pengji.
It seemed she noticed him too, giving a slight nod before transforming into a blue light that entered Wei Ci’s forehead.
After a while, the struggling Wei Ci calmed down, and Liu Zhi finally relaxed.
Meanwhile, Jiang Pengji’s spiritual essence passed through a thick fog, faintly seeing bright yet gentle light ahead.
Crossing this layer of light, the originally chaotic scene immediately transformed into a bustling marketplace.
Jiang Pengji furrowed her brows, “Is this Zixiao’s mental brain domain?”
She leaped onto a nearby building, lightly bouncing with a few jumps, moving away from the lively marketplace, following a familiar scent.
After glancing around, she quickly concluded that this was Wei Ci’s past life, or perhaps the most precious memory in his heart.
Everyone has their own mental brain domain, each a virtual world that reflects their inner selves.
Jiang Pengji’s mental brain domain was simple, filled with vibrant spiritual energy, but monotonous and dull.
Wei Ci was different; she had never encountered such a vividly detailed and exquisite mental virtual world before.
Jiang Pengji could do that too, but she couldn’t replicate the sunlit scent as vividly as Wei Ci did.
After all, she was a martial artist glorifying violence; she could fight but had not a bit of artistic flair.
“Why are you crouching on our wall?”
Lost in thought, Jiang Pengji heard a soft, childish voice from below.
Jiang Pengji went “Hmm?” and looked down to find a chubby boy with tear-streaked cheeks sitting in the corner.
“Are you talking to me?”
Jiang Pengji pointed at herself; the boy could actually see her?
Could it be that this boy was someone significant to Wei Ci, hence “living” in his mental world?
Jiang Pengji noticed that many faces of common people in the marketplace were quite blurry, indicating Wei Ci’s faint memories of them, while the boy’s appearance was delicate and adorable, with shining black eyes that made Jiang Pengji like him at first glance.
“Of course, I’m talking to you—are you from a foreign land?”
The boy wiped his tears away, his eyes red like a rabbit.
“Foreign land?” Jiang Pengji glanced at her own attire.
The long-lost Federation military uniform! She pulled out her God-Slaying Blade, using the reflection to confirm her current appearance.
Not the familiar face of Liu Xi, but her own face from over forty years of her past life.
Needless to say, Jiang Pengji’s beauty was top-notch. Whenever a legion was recruiting, the officers loved to use her well-edited photos to lure new recruits into military school. Even with a cold expression, outsiders still thought she emitted potent hormones. Even when donning serious military attire, people saw it as uniform seduction. As the dried fish of the live stream would say, she could rely on her looks but preferred to rely on her fists.
The only difference? Probably her hair color.
Jiang Pengji curled a strand of hair as her brows furrowed slightly. Her original hair color was pure black, but now it was a vivid, fiery red, paired with a fox-like exotic beauty—no wonder the boy doubted her origins.
Speaking of which—
How did her hair change color?
“I’m from a foreign land. Do you know where this place is?”
The boy looked a bit disappointed and said, “Of course it’s my home…”
Jiang Pengji surveyed the surroundings and asked, “This place is quite remote. How did you get here? Where’s your servant?”
The boy wore clothes that seemed simple but were made of exquisite silk, not something everyday children could afford.
Unknowingly touching a sore spot, the boy suddenly cried out, and Jiang Pengji had no choice but to pick him up to comfort him.
The boy didn’t seem shy at all; rather, he felt Jiang Pengji’s presence was warm and reassuring.
Who is Jiang Pengji, anyway?
If she wanted to extract secrets from anyone, she could undoubtedly learn where their ancestors were buried, let alone a boy.
After exchanging just a few words, Jiang Pengji gained the boy’s trust.
The boy’s nickname was Fushou, who had just celebrated his fourth birthday recently. His father gave him the grand name of Cong.
Today marked the memorial of Fushou’s mother—a certain, extremely insignificant concubine in the backyard.
Seeing his father disregard the memorial for his mother and instead go to the palace early to tutor the Princess, Fushou felt quite downcast.
Holding a piece of broken silver, he had intended to sneak out of the house to buy some offerings for his mother, fearing she would feel too lonely underground. However, despite his best efforts to slip away from his servant, he couldn’t escape the manor. He spent a lot of time stacking stones, intending to step on them to reach the courtyard wall, but ended up falling instead, causing him to cry until Jiang Pengji appeared on the wall.
“How about I take you to buy some offerings?”
Jiang Pengji patted the boy’s head, realizing this was Fushou.
On the day of the memorial for his “birth mother,” was this kid not afraid of getting his bottom smacked by the real one?
Jiang Pengji led Fushou out of the manor, buying paper money, candles, and fruit for the memorial. Watching him happily clutching the basket, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Fushou’s “birth mother” was just a concubine; her spirit tablet didn’t even qualify to be placed in the ancestral hall, merely sitting in a small corner of the manor.
As Jiang Pengji watched the boy burn paper money for his “birth mother,” a flurry of footsteps approached outside.
She leaped onto the roof beam, just as the door swung open.
“Fushou!”
Coming in was a man who looked wildly anxious; he sighed in relief upon seeing the boy sitting there unharmed.
“Daddy, daddy?”
The boy stood up in fright, hanging his head in grievance.
Before the man could say anything, a girl around ten years old followed him, a teasing eyebrow raise, her voice laced with laughter.
“Great Teacher, is little Fushou here… paying respects to his ‘birth mother’?”
