**Chapter 64: Occasionally Eating Hotpot Isn’t Bad [4K]**
The sound of the wind howled as birds flew across the sky.
When she was about twenty meters above the ground, Jumeng released her small claws that were clutching Luxianbei, letting her fall like an air-dropped supply.
At this height, an A Grade urban legend could easily withstand the drop, and this was premeditated.
Throughout the process of Luxianbei repeatedly using words to hurt her ancient soul, Jumeng had felt the impulse to throw Luxianbei away like trash more than once. Today, she finally had the opportunity to do it justly.
Her movements were as graceful and elegant as a gymnast throwing a ball into the sky.
Watching Luxianbei’s figure trace an arc in the air and land steadily on the road about a meter away from Dorethea, Jumeng let out a pleasant sound.
“Mission accomplished! Wuhuu!”
Hearing an infuriating voice coming from behind her, Luxianbei, still airborne, twisted her waist sharply, using the strength of her torso to rotate one hundred eighty degrees. She lifted her gaze towards Jumeng, just about to say something, but the bizarre scene before her choked the words in her throat.
The haze spread silently, like a brownish curtain of tulle, pulled down layer by layer by an invisible hand, obscuring her line of sight.
In her view, the birds circling in the air dissipated at a visible speed like paint dissolving in water.
A few breaths later, a muffled sound similar to that of an umbrella suddenly unfurling echoed.
“Boom—!”
As her coat squirmed and transformed into an inflatable suit, allowing Luxianbei to land safely, Jumeng’s figure had already completely vanished from her sight.
A light breeze blew, carrying with it a sharp odor and humid steam.
After being dazed for a moment, Luxianbei finally sat up from the wet asphalt road.
Looking around, all she could see was the brown haze, exuding a desolate, cold, and filthy aura.
Her eyes, stimulated by the toxic haze, felt dry, hot, and faintly painful.
Focusing her mind, she spread her spirit perception outward and could only sense layers of haze filled with toxic substances and the surging spirit energy hidden within.
Jumeng and Dorethea had vanished.
Just moments ago, Jumeng had been hovering above her, and she was quite certain her landing spot was less than two meters from Dorethea.
“Dorethea? Where are you? The teacher is here.”
“Stinky sister, Jumeng, good sister?!”
Luxianbei tried calling out a few times but received no response.
The thick haze, like an invisible soundproof wall, swallowed all sounds, leaving only silence.
Apart from the solid sensation of the asphalt road beneath her feet, the real world seemed to be beyond her perception.
A thread of uneasy emotion, like grass seeds soaked in spring rain overnight, quietly sprouted.
After cautiously probing her surroundings, Luxianbei suddenly understood why Dorethea was flailing around like a headless fly on the road.
Clearly, Dorethea had not inhaled the toxic haze and fallen into a hallucination as she’d initially suspected; instead, much like herself, she was blinded by the high concentration of haze.
What she thought was a hallucination caused by inhaling haze, was simply “physical magic.”
d*mn it! Clearly here to save someone, yet she accidentally got caught up in this mess—now this is awkward.
Not only could she not save anyone, but she was also trapped. What if she couldn’t make it in time to stop that ritual? Wouldn’t that be the end? Luxianbei thought anxiously.
In such an environment, if X God suddenly emerged from behind and struck her, she would have no way to defend herself.
She couldn’t help but wonder if X God was someone who rode on an eight-legged horse, donned dark golden armor, and wielded a spear to stab people in a frenzy.
Luxianbei quietly mused, glancing around, as a once-abandoned PLAN B surfaced in her mind.
X God descended upon Shancheng to deal with his unfilial son, and my purpose is to stop that unfilial son from engaging in some unspeakable ritual.
Since the goals are the same, why couldn’t they cooperate?
Clearly, it was time for a “NEED TO TALK.”
The only question was how to negotiate with X God while ensuring her own safety, Luxianbei pondered.
Without Jumeng by her side, she cleverly changed how she referred to the Haze God.
Circumstances dictate the situation; being careful is never a bad idea!
While she was lost in thought, a familiar sigh suddenly echoed in her ears.
“Ah, it’s been so long, yet why are you still so worrying?”
Proxy Player Sister? Luxianbei paused for a moment, then regained her composure and exclaimed, “Proxy Player Sister, is that you? Where are you?”
“Now that you’re here, don’t just stare, hurry up and get to work!”
“Sorry, I’ve been busy lately, no time to help.”
“Busy? Busy with what?” Luxianbei pressed.
“Um,” Proxy Player Sister replied, “I guess it’s taking care of a kid!”
Luxianbei, “???”
What the heck? After all this time “online dating,” you went off and had a kid with someone else? Have you considered my feelings?
Just as Luxianbei was complaining internally, Proxy Player Sister’s voice rang out again, “Besides, it’s just a matter of ensuring safety when talking to Haze God, right? Do you really need my help?”
After pausing, Proxy Player Sister suddenly changed the subject and said something quite nonsensical.
“Speaking of which, do you like hotpot?”
You don’t know whether I like it? Luxianbei rolled her eyes, expressionless, “I like it, but I don’t want to eat too much because it’s bad for the stomach.”
It was as if she suddenly thought of something; her voice abruptly halted, and her brow furrowed.
“I get it! Occasionally eating a hotpot isn’t bad at all.”
“Exactly, exactly!” Proxy Player Sister giggled.
*So, do you want to eat together?” Luxianbei asked.
Although Proxy Player Sister’s reminder helped her figure out how to protect herself, having her nearby would still be more reassuring.
However—
“No, it’s bad for the stomach,” Proxy Player Sister replied without a second thought.
Luxianbei, “”
Some people say that every Cataclysm Grade being is supreme in their specific field; they are totems, symbols that have solidified. Skills related to their domain are challenging to imitate, let alone surpass.
Just like in the eastern hemisphere, no one or urban legend can surpass Zhang Hainan in mastering lightning, and no one or urban legend can forcefully destroy a beautiful relationship in front of Jumeng.
Underestimating a particular Cataclysm Grade being in their domain of power will definitely come at a heavy cost.
Watching Luxianbei plunge into the thick fog and rapidly disappear, Jumeng suddenly realized that she seemed to have underestimated the Haze God.
Although she had vaguely heard Yuan Ye mention a few times that Haze God had a power called “Zero Visibility,” she hadn’t expected that “Zero Visibility” would not only reduce visual “visibility” to zero but also encompass all sensory “visibility,” including spirit perception.
Even the unique ability of Cataclysm Grades to sense those who directly call their name could be blocked.
“It should be blockable, right?” Jumeng murmured with a solemn expression.
In her mind, once Luxianbei unexpectedly fell into the thick fog and lost all her senses, she would surely call her name, recite her power description, and might even be scared enough to cry.
She had never seen that guy cry like a baby before!
Thinking of this, Jumeng lightly shook her head, casting aside the chaotic thoughts, and then looked down again, her gaze deepening.
While she may not be able to match the Haze God in terms of affecting senses, with a little effort, she could break through a patch of haze and bring Luxianbei out.
After all, she once wielded control over the spring breeze.
Thus, her glossy black feathers suddenly flared out, swirling into a pitch-black storm.
The next moment, the storm came to an abrupt halt, the feathers falling like withered leaves, gradually transforming into dust. Following that, a girl dressed in a flowing robe appeared in mid-air.
Her festive bright red silk robe was adorned with complex metallic patterns that converged at her back, outlining a tree with dual origins. The lavish skirt mimicked the tail feathers of a magpie, cascading down like a waterfall.
Her delicate pink hands lifted, pointing at the haze gathering in the sky, while golden, feather-like decorations on her sleeves danced with the breeze.
Adorning her head was a petite, exquisite crown resembling a magpie, holding back her dark green hair, with golden tassels swaying lightly, making a wind chime-like melodious sound as it gently bumped against her fair chin.
Though the Fushang Sacred Tree had collapsed, the faith of the Peach Source’s people in Jumeng had never extinguished. What she manifested at this moment was the appearance of the new idol created by the people of Peach Source.
In many legends, deities have various forms. From a certain perspective, this was Jumeng’s form.
“Listen here, no matter what grievances you have with that guy, I’m taking her away now. Try to stop me if you dare!”
By the time she said this, Jumeng had already prepared for a confrontation with the Haze God.
However—
As her voice fell, the shadows dimming in the sky did not respond, remaining silent, not knowing if they were ignoring her defiant words or permitting her to proceed with what she was about to do.
Jumeng,
What the heck! Ignoring me?
Do you really think that just because I’ve changed my powers and haven’t returned to my peak state, I can’t wield my blade?
Jumeng thought, redirecting her gaze, clenching her pink fist, and suddenly dove down towards the ground.
When she inherited the God Realm prototype from Mrs. Wang Meili, Luxianbei had received a pile of meaningless spirit energy items.
Before today, she had thought she could never use the “useless” spirit energy items left by her mother.
But after Proxy Player Sister’s reminder, she suddenly realized that those seemingly absurd items with a hint of “causal weapon” flavor might actually be extremely powerful in certain situations!
“Hope they’re useful?”
Luxianbei gazed at the simple copper bracelet in her hand, muttering to herself before extracting the necessary ingredients for hotpot—a copper pot for heating charcoal, a few pieces of smokeless hollow charcoal, hotpot base and dipping sauce, fatty beef slices, fresh duck intestines, and thinly sliced tripe.
Wearing the bracelet, setting up the copper pot, striking a spark to ignite the charcoal, as the water in the pot boiled and the hotpot base was added, a rich aroma soon wafted through the air.
Picking up the prepared chopsticks, she dipped a slice of tripe in the vibrant red broth, swirling it around, dipped it in some sauce, and popped the whole thing into her mouth. The rich flavor of the hotpot broth and the perfectly tender crispness of the tripe burst forth in her mouth.
“Mmm~!”
Luxianbei couldn’t help but let out a pleasurable sound.
The next moment, a bright light erupted from her wrist, and the surroundings churned with energy.
The whistling wind intertwined to form an invisible barrier, expanding outward in all directions.
As if a powerful explosive had suddenly detonated, shattering the haze, in the blink of an eye, a circle of thick haze was cleared away, isolating a roughly two-meter-radius area around Luxianbei.
Just as she had seen when she fell from the sky, Dorethea lay two meters away, unconscious on the ground.
What shocked Luxianbei even more was that just as the bracelet activated, she caught a glimpse of the brownish smoke quietly drifting out of her mouth and nose.
Following that, she felt a refreshing sensation in her lungs, as if every alveolus were celebrating, as if born anew.
She was stunned! Did it really expel even the “smoke” that had already been inhaled?
Luxianbei’s eyes widened slightly, her hands holding the chopsticks freezing in mid-air.
After a moment, she collected her thoughts, looked up at the sky, and murmured, “As long as it works, now I just need to find little Haze and have a chat, as for how to get it out…”
“Hey, little Haze, let’s talk? Even though hitting your son is domestic business, normally I shouldn’t interfere as an outsider, but it’s already affecting others, so that’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
After speaking, Luxianbei waited a few seconds, and seeing no response, she pondered for two seconds, her eyes swirling around before speaking again.
“Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect that in this world, there are Cataclysm Grade urban legends that can’t manage their own offspring; it’s just too funny! Oh, by the way, they might even get beaten by their own offspring, and after the rampage, they could end up being devoured. This is honestly the funniest joke I’ve heard all year.”
“However, it makes sense; an urban legend that can’t interfere with others eating hotpot indeed could get beaten up by its own offspring. Forget about getting hurt or having their powers damaged, losing is losing; any excuse after that is just nonsense.”
“I think such an amusing occurrence shouldn’t remain known just to me; happiness should be shared by all. Besides, I’ve nearly finished eating this hotpot, maybe I should directly head to some urban legend’s beating scene to watch and record it on my phone, then post it in the Void’s Urban Legends Chat Group.”
After finishing, Luxianbei waited a while longer, looking around and seeing that outside the barrier upheld by the bracelet, while the haze had intensified many times, Haze God did not appear, causing her to furrow her brows.
Wow, can it really endure this much?
Then there was no choice but to—
“Firm your resolve, greenification, reasonable emissions, breathe together, work together, haze be damned, and starlight will shine bright!”
“Bang—!”
As soon as Luxianbei’s words fell, a terrifying wave of spirit energy suddenly erupted, violently slamming against the barrier created by the bracelet, producing a loud noise, followed by an angered shout.
“Enough, shut up!”
Following the voice, Luxianbei saw through the quickly mending cracks in the barrier the vague human form outlined by the thick haze, and she shrugged impassively.
So it finally came! Where have you been? If you didn’t want to hear it, you should have come out sooner!
