Chapter 2944

He Lingchuan thought carefully. Yes, Master Sun in the Panlong World was mostly a commoner, rarely directly involved in war. Given her martial prowess, this could only be intentional avoidance; moreover, over the past decade or so in the Panlong World, the Red General and Sun Fuling had never appeared together around He Lingchuan, not even once!

"You could choose so many identities—why be a tutor at the Shu Min Academy?"

In the vast Panlongcheng, she had thousands of career options. If someone else chose, they'd at least pick something like Bai Fatzi's wealthy merchant status—rich and respectable.

"I want to try an ordinary person's life." She rested her chin on her hand, her pupils growing faint again, "I used to wonder sometimes: if I weren't Zhong Shengguang's daughter, weren't Mitian's god-descended form, didn't have to bear Panlong's rise and fall, didn't constantly consider war's victories and defeats, just lived as an ordinary person in Panlongcheng—what would the scenery be like, what would my state of mind be?"

The burden she carried in her past life was too great and heavy; fate never gave her a choice. Now, having finally restarted, she wanted to try another life:

The ordinary, warm life she never had a chance to choose.

Before dying in battle, "ordinary" was a luxury to her.

"I want to stay away from blades and swords, from scheming hearts—I want to live through the days of rice, firewood, oil, and salt, and I still want to experience the worries ordinary people have."

After countless sails have passed, only then does one know that simplicity is true.

"I also want to know if I still have humanity."

"Humanity?" He Lingchuan pondered, then understood, "If Sun Fuling in the Panlong World represents humanity, then the Red General herself…… is she divinity?"

The Red General in the Panlong World remains a godlike being—speaking like a god, fighting like a god. He Lingchuan almost felt no trace of mortal aura from her.

Now he understood: this is the result of divinity and humanity being split apart, and this did not begin only in the Panlong World. In real history, Zhong Wugan, after becoming Mitian's god-descended vessel, also needed to suppress his humanity and amplify Mitian's divinity to become that iron-blooded, ruthless yet loyal and reliable Panlong War God.

She should have naturally grown into a gentle and kind lady like Master Sun, but pain and responsibility, through the method of carving flesh and grinding bone, forcibly sculpted her into the Red General.

She nodded. This guy's insight is still that sharp.

"Moreover, you're still too tender having just entered the Panlong World, and you haven't even touched the word 'steadfast.'" She turned her head to look at He Lingchuan, "I need to be your good guide—the tutor identity is a fine choice."

He Lingchuan laughed: "You're really doing well as a tutor—teaching and nurturing, still striving to enlighten me. How does that verse go again? Carving flesh to feed eagles, sacrificing the body to feed tigers."

Sun Fuling treats the children in the academy with genuine patience. He Lingchuan, whenever he watches from the side, finds it hard to imagine her and the Red General being the same person.

One is thunderous and swift, the other is spring wind transforming rain.

One kills like hemp, the other accumulates virtue through good deeds.

His first half was fine, but the second half turned improper again—she slapped him:

"Who's the tiger? Hey, move your leg!"

This rascal, however, moved closer and hugged her: "I'm cold! This dew-picking typhoon is strong."

Sun Fuling gave him a white-eye, but from afar tossed several paper balls into the fire pit, then snapped her fingers—there ignited a flame, quickly lighting the dry kindling below.

The table soon warmed up. "Your performance upon first entering the Panlong World has made me very worried about Panlongcheng and the Great Great Great Fanghu's future. I truly fear my father and the Great Great Great Fanghu have misplaced their trust."

"You really lack that much confidence in me?" He Lingchuan touched his own face, "Look at this face—surely not?"

With this handsome face, isn't it easier to gain people's trust?

Sun Fuling puffed out a laugh, then slowly composed herself: "Even if reborn once, I thought I couldn't escape fate. After all, as an artifact spirit, I discovered that fate's pulling force is truly too strong."

"Fate?"

"Fighting to the death is the Red General's fate." She said each word clearly, "The inheritance of the Death God is both a gift from the Dragon God and a curse of fate. Originally, even if reborn once, the ending would not change."

"So, you need 'Fate' itself to personally come help you undo the curse." He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, pointing at himself, "But Fate doesn't work for free—Fate also needs recompense!"

He has been born and died this many times, with such difficulty—shouldn't the Great Great Great Fanghu reward him handsomely? No, should thank him profusely?

The more seriously he acts, the more Sun Fuling wants to laugh: "What recompense do you want?"

"The Cao Yan Empire needs an empress!" He Lingchuan said solemnly, "Only you are qualified to sit on that throne."

The Cao Yan Empire was founded nearly twenty years ago and has never established an empress!

Many subjects have been guessing whether the Emperor has a secret affection.

Sun Fuling also stopped laughing: "Then, what about you?"

The Cao Yan Empire needs an empress—what about He Lingchuan himself?

"I need you!" He Lingchuan clasped her ten fingers, "You are this world's gift to me, the finest gift, letting me know that all my efforts for this human world have meaning!"

Her lips were lush and red—bitten red by herself.

Her eyes were clear and lively, but she said nothing.

He Lingchuan immediately changed the subject: "So, are you now the Red General or Sun Fuling?"

This remark carries deep meaning—the Red General certainly understood.

"I am—I." She spoke softly, "The Red General of my past life, Sun Fuling of the Panlong World, merged into the present me."

Not only the Red General, not only Sun Fuling.

Having lived two lives as a human, she finally broke fate's shackles and lived a brand-new self.

"Then, who do you want to be in the future—the Red General, Zhong Wugan, or Sun Fuling?"

She laughed: "I still like you calling me 'tutor'."

For so many years, hearing it has become second nature. Besides, she indeed likes that free, easy, warm and leisurely life.

"I thought you'd like me calling you 'madam'…… Oh!"

Sun Fuling punched him in the shoulder.

After throwing the punch, she remembered this was a severely injured person fresh from intense exercise, so she temporarily eased her force,

otherwise it would be a healthy cultivator taking this blow—his front chest might be driven straight to meet his back.

Such fortune isn't something just anyone can enjoy—one careless move and you'd be carried off to the underworld.

But he understood.

"By the way, what about the Great Great Great Fanghu?"

This pot is the origin of all his adventures in the human world, the legendary beginning of Yu Guo and Panlongcheng, and also the focal point of his years-long struggle against the sky demons. Now that Hun Tun has broken through the barrier of illusion and reality, and the Panlong heroic spirits have returned to the world—where is this pot itself?

When speaking of serious matters, Sun Fuling collected her smile:

"I think it has already achieved its goal."