Chapter 39 I Confess, I Am Luxianbei
In the Dream City, Qing Ji gazed across the street at Luxianbei, who stood at the end, shrouded in dark red mist. With a graceful descent, he bent at the waist as soon as his toes touched the solid electric pole, assuming a sprinting stance.
In the next moment, his legs surged with power. His joints made a series of light clicks, and his muscles hummed as if a current of air was moving along his skin, causing his loose clothing to flutter gently.
“Boom—!”
The resounding crash of the electric pole shattering echoed through the air as an enormous figure charged forward.
With a single step, Qing Ji closed the distance to Luxianbei, his right hand raised high, a chaotic light cluster forming at his fingertips as he pulled the explosive wind and pointed it directly at Luxianbei.
Seeing the rice-sized light at Qing Ji’s fingertip, Luxianbei inwardly sighed in relief, ready for the attack.
The Ancestor is still compassionate; seeing that I’m about to collapse, he lowered the attack intensity to give me a moment to breathe.
So gentle, if placed in a novel, he would certainly be the classic template for a harem protagonist! Luxianbei thought.
However…
In response to Qing Ji’s attack, Luxianbei chose to retreat. As he swept backward, he clapped his hands together, then quickly spread them apart, forming a chaotic light between his palms in a seemingly clumsy manner.
That light was very unstable, continually twisting and changing shape, spilling forth terrifying and destructive power in all directions.
Luxianbei, controlling the light, felt his hands tremble violently, as if he would lose control of the sphere at any moment.
Watching the light barely condensing between Luxianbei’s palms, a flash of surprise and astonishment crossed Qing Ji’s eyes. Though his control over the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power seemed immature, he indeed had a preliminary grasp over it.
This impressive ability to learn and talent is far superior to that silly Moon Bo, and even though Zhang Hainan is a coward, his mind is much stronger…
What a wonderful girl; if she could bear a son for my family, that would be even better.
Qing Ji thought to himself, a proud smile forming on his lips as he thrust his arm forward. A storm swept through, instantly engulfing Luxianbei.
In an instant, the rice-sized light at Luxianbei’s fingertip erupted, forming a blade shape that extended forward, striking towards the terrified, exquisite face.
The piercing shriek suddenly erupted, tearing through the air.
Luxianbei, “!!!”
She widened her eyes in disbelief, her vision engulfed by that unavoidable light. Though d*ath had not yet arrived, she already felt the shadow of d*ath loom over her.
[“Your brain has been turned to dust.”] Such a premonition flashed through Luxianbei’s mind.
She had anticipated it but found it utterly unavoidable.
People can be infuriating. This Ancestor is simply absurd!
We clearly started exploring the Hundred-Armed Giant’s powers at almost the same time; I was only just beginning to touch the edge of control, still not even crossing the threshold, but he could already freely change the form of the power he controlled!
Luxianbei thought, a buzzing rang in her head as her thoughts abruptly stalled, falling into a blank void.
Concentrated into a blade by Qing Ji, the simulated power of the Hundred-Armed Giant plunged into her forehead, penetrating her skull without even an explosion, shooting out with a “whoosh,” embedding itself into the broken asphalt of the city street, leaving behind a b*llet-like small hole from which a wisp of smoke rose.
“Bang—!”
The slender figure of the girl hit the ground with a dull thud.
Luxianbei was gone.
Before her eyes, darkness slowly settled in.
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In the darkness, Luxianbei’s consciousness felt as though it had fallen into icy water, sinking slowly.
Taking advantage of the “revival loading bar,” she savored the fleeting peace, recalling the moment when Qing Ji condensed the simulated power of the Hundred-Armed Giant into a blade.
This Ancestor, judging solely by the Spirit Energy fluctuations, was not particularly powerful, but his understanding was undoubtedly at humanity’s limits, perhaps even beyond.
What a pity, born in an untimely era.
If only he had been born after the night began to grow long, he might have become a Disaster-Class Spiritual Ability User. I could be a second-generation rich kid, wandering the streets every day, experiencing pleasure without having to endure such hardship.
At that time, under the Ancestor’s command, wouldn’t Miaomiao Sauce have to obediently wash up and be my little wife? Luxianbei mused.
During her time as an operative, while playing on her phone, gaming, and studying for exams, she had read many internal “educational materials” of the Siye Society.
According to the statistical data from the Siye Society.
Just like how the quantity and ferocity of urban legends surged after the night began to stretch, the number and strength of Spiritual Ability Users also began to increase significantly, almost as if the world was trying to maintain some kind of balance.
But the Ancestor, limited by his time, could only refine his skills to the peak of that era, while the Spirit Energy lagged considerably.
In that age, apart from monsters like Jumeng, who relied on their long-standing existence to accumulate terrifying Spirit Energy, Disaster-Class Spiritual Ability Users were rare.
Luxianbei thought quietly, and then sensed her consciousness beginning to rise.
This was a sign of about to awaken from d*ath and return to the dream.
The thought of facing the Ancestor’s abusive training again made Luxianbei feel a bit bitter.
Being human and facing urban legends is entirely different.
Though, based on the level of Spirit Energy fluctuations, she and Qing Ji were now roughly on par, perhaps even stronger in some aspects, but still, unable to fight back is just that.
It’s like being in high school; some can participate in science competitions and win world-class awards, while others struggle to pass exams.
Even amongst Spiritual Ability Users of the same level, their combat power can vary greatly, relating to understanding and mastering their own strength.
Luxianbei’s understanding of her nearly “picked up” powers could never rival the reliability of Qing Ji’s strength developed through years of practice.
After reflecting on this, she realized that it wasn’t the Ancestor’s intention to practice her but rather to show some mercy. She had long since been reduced to a puddle smeared across the asphalt; who knows if even a piece larger than a centimeter in diameter could be found.
She still needed to practice more!
In a few years, maybe I too could become a strong man like the Ancestor!
Luxianbei thought as her consciousness began to clear. She felt the cool evening breeze on the ruined rooftop, smelling the acrid scent of gunpowder mixed in the air of a city that was perpetually engulfed in mist.
Then…
Just as she was about to awaken, a sudden, intense burning pain shot through her eyes, as if they were on fire, accompanied by a spasming sensation in her nerves. Hallucination-like circles flashed before her eyes, warning her that something extremely dangerous was approaching.
In the next moment, the burning sensation in her eyes forcibly pulled her consciousness out of the dream, waking her up.
She woke up, opening her eyes to see a woman by the bed. Feeling awkward and alert, she fell into silence.
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What is it like to suddenly wake up from a sweet sleep to find a stranger standing by your bed?
Luxianbei: That truly feels like seeing a ghost!
What is it like to suddenly wake up from a sweet sleep to find a beautiful girl standing by your bed?
Luxianbei: Oh, it’s nothing… wait, what?!
If it had happened a year ago, waking up in the middle of the night to see a stranger by her bed, regardless of gender, age, or looks, she would have screamed and jumped from the bed, hiding in a corner while attempting to call the police.
But now…
When facing an urban legend, what good would calling the police do? What does the Siye Society even do then?
So, who exactly are you, beautiful big sister? What do you want with me? Luxianbei thought to ask the woman in front of her, but just then, the woman walked over gracefully.
With her eyes slightly narrowed, a smile blooming like a warm spring breeze on her lips, she knelt on the bed, leaning slightly forward, and gently lifted Luxianbei’s chin with a slender, ivory inlaid silver smoking pipe.
“Little one, I ask you, do you know where Luxianbei is?”
Luxianbei, “…”
Who is Luxianbei? Never heard of him! I don’t know him!
Though the woman’s movements were gentle and her tone mild, as she drew closer, the burning sensation in Luxianbei’s eyes intensified.
In their gaze, she sensed a subtle but dangerous light in those emerald-like eyes; that light was filled with dominance and an overbearing air.
In a daze, Luxianbei saw countless nearly invisible green tendrils intertwining with golden threads, swirling around the woman like countless vines, weaving the phantom of a great tree.
That massive tree, found only in mythology, blocked out the sky, blooming with stunning peach blossoms beneath which humans, beasts, and urban legends kneeled and prayed, all appearing like ants.
This imposing figure seemed to stand in a distant time and space as the tree shaded everything, rendering those praying beneath it small and insignificant.
Under the invasion of terrifying Spirit Energy fluctuations, Luxianbei suddenly felt a burning pain in her hand.
The ally mark was maliciously triggered. She had felt this similar sensation when Jumeng wanted to brutally punish her, but it had been much weaker then; now, the intensity was likely intent on killing.
The familiar phantom of the great tree, the magpies, the ally mark…
All these factors combined, and in almost an instant, Luxianbei realized who the woman in front of her was.
But…
Isn’t the Stinky Sister supposed to be grievously injured from being stabbed and turned into a little bean?
Now, how suddenly does she have such an impressive bosom?
Moreover, this Spirit Energy fluctuation is at least at the level of 1.75823 Big Bosses and shows no sign of injury. Was she fooling me before? Luxianbei thought anxiously.
Previously, when at the Dream Come True Entertainment City, the Big Boss hadn’t intended to k*ll anyone; he just wanted to find a scapegoat. Even in such a situation, she had racked her brain and used a proxy player, nearly being killed by the nearly-dying Big Boss.
Now, what stood before her was a monster whose Spirit Energy fluctuation was considerably stronger than the Big Boss, sapping her will to resist entirely; she could only think about how to survive.
Seeing Luxianbei remaining silent for so long, Jumeng warned, “Tsk, little one, I advise you not to try any tricks. You should go find out who I am! In this Tangcheng territory, I could crush you like an insect with utter ease.”
“Now, tell me! Where is Luxianbei? What’s your relationship with him? If you answer in a way that satisfies me, I might spare your life.”
“However, considering you previously bullied Lin Yiqi, you better prepare yourself; a beating is inevitable.”
Guessing won’t work; it’s too much effort. Some areas might be smaller than hers, but my fist is bigger than hers!
Using my fist to force her to talk, if she lies or says something unpleasant, I’ll just beat her again, making things quick and easy, Jumeng thought.
Luxianbei, “…” It’s been more than half a year since that little grudge, and she still holds onto it; that small-minded nature is definitely Stinky Sister!
“Luxianbei, huh? That name sounds familiar. Oh, I remember now; he’s that proxy operative from the Huacheng Siye Society, right? I’ve heard of him, but…”
“Shut up!” Jumeng interrupted harshly, thrusting her smoking pipe forward, pressing it against Luxianbei’s throat. The Spirit Energy surged forth, wrapping around her throat like roots, and a choking sensation came over her.
“You think you can play dumb and evade my questions? You better keep those lies to yourself; I will never believe them.”
“If you’re not familiar with Luxianbei, then tell me why you appeared in Tangcheng? And why were you in the room of a senior who is acquainted with Luxianbei? This is your last chance; speak again!”
Luxianbei, “…”
Should I just come clean?
After all, we know each other so well; with the ally mark binding us, she can’t actually k*ll me.
Even if it’s embarrassing, it would only be this once. If Stinky Sister thinks I’m an enemy, I might lose my life.
Luxianbei thought, taking a few deep breaths to suppress the overwhelming embarrassment, then looked straight at Jumeng, seriously stating, “I won’t pretend anymore; I confess, I am Luxianbei.”
After finishing, her cheeks flushed, as if an unmentionable secret had suddenly been made public, and she almost dug a Great Wall out of the bed with her toes.
Upon hearing this, Jumeng was stunned and pressed for clarification, “Say it again; who are you?”
“I…” Luxianbei looked down to avoid Jumeng’s burning gaze, responding in a slightly shaky voice, “I, I am Luxianbei.”
“That’s getting more absurd!” Jumeng rolled her eyes. “Little one, you probably haven’t even graduated from elementary school, right? Even if you’re lying, at least stick to some basic rules!”
“If you claimed to be that kid’s master, lover, or something like that, it might have a bit of credibility. But now you say you are Luxianbei? Do you think I would believe such nonsense?”
“Tsk, big-chested and brainless. Can’t you even think before you speak?”
Jumeng disdainfully said, poking Luxianbei’s chest with her slender pipe forcefully.
“…”
What the heck! Is speaking the truth no longer credible these days?
Luxianbei grumbled to herself. Feeling the burning pain on her hand, a sudden realization struck her, and she intended to pull her hand from under the blanket to show the glowing ally mark on her hand as proof of her identity.
Just then, sensing her faint movement, Jumeng’s expression darkened, and she stomped heavily on Luxianbei’s hand, coldly stating, “What do you want to pull out?”
“Ah—!”
Her hand throbbed with pain, prompting Luxianbei to take a deep breath before impatiently explaining, “What could I want? Where does this suspicious nature of yours come from? I just wanted to show you the ally mark on my hand!”
“An ally mark can’t be faked, right?”
“…” Jumeng regarded Luxianbei skeptically for a moment, then stepped back slightly, pursing her lips. “Fine, show me. But if you dare pull anything, don’t blame me for being rude!”
My ally mark, unless I’m dead or have my body and soul completely shattered and reformed, could never be erased—it really is hard to fake, Jumeng thought confidently.
Upon hearing this, Luxianbei hurriedly pulled out her right hand and held it in front of her.
Jumeng focused her gaze, her eyes widening in shock.
In the dark room, on that pale hand, a mark was indeed glowing with a crimson light, and the complex patterns depicting a great tree and bird feathers clearly belonged to her ally mark.
This mark looks fine; could it be… this flashy girl is truly Luxianbei?
But…
Why does the mark have a chipped corner?
Noticing the darkened area on the lower right corner of Luxianbei’s ally mark, Jumeng furrowed her brows and reached out to touch the mark on Luxianbei’s hand. Rubbing it lightly with her fingertip, she saw the mark’s glow flicker unpredictably, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
Seeing this, her eyebrows tightened, and she infused a surge of Spirit Energy, vigorously rubbing Luxianbei’s hand…
The entire ally mark twisted and deformed, the glow dimming.
“d*mn! Who do you think you’re fooling? This could be brushed away! Have you ever seen an ally mark that can be rubbed off with a bit of Spirit Energy?”
In fact, there had been a moment when Jumeng nearly believed this girl’s words, but now…
That’s my ally mark, not a sticker from bubble gum!
You’re insulting my intellect or my ability—Jumeng thought angrily.
Luxianbei, “???”
What’s going on? What’s happening?
She looked at her right hand, which had turned dim yet still glowed, and then at Jumeng, whose Spirit Energy fluctuations surged violently out of anger. Her mind raced as she desperately searched her memories for possible reasons that could have caused damage to her ally mark.
Then…
The image of her arm being smashed off by the monster with the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power during the incident outside the Dream Come True Entertainment City flashed in her mind.
Could it be that the power of the Hundred-Armed Giant, which invaded me from the hand branded with the ally contract, nearly crushed all the tissues along the way, inadvertently causing some damage to the ally mark, resulting in its current state? Luxianbei thought.
“I understand! Let me explain; there’s a reason for this!”
“Shut up! Flowery words, tricks—every one of you witches is bad news!” Jumeng shouted, “Now you have two choices: either hand over Luxianbei or become the core of an urban legend!”
Luxianbei, “…”
