Chapter 238: Chunhu Is the One Who Can Become My Mother!

【BigMengGod: I saw it! There really are breasts on the moon that don't sag… (tears)…】

【ForeverSeventeen: Hey! Get a grip! What the hell just happened?】

Upon hearing Jia Ji's words, the group members were stunned and immediately asked who Chunhu was.

But even the well-traveled Yuyun Zi had never heard of this name.

Then, their further questions sank like stones into the sea, receiving no response at all, for the one who could answer them was now utterly consumed.

aieeeee… he inwardly groaned, yet his expression remained calm as he silently locked eyes with the beautiful golden-haired woman before him, wearing a black fan-shaped crown.

This shouldn't be happening… no, wait—it could happen here… then there's only one explanation—

He's targeting the Moon Capital, and Chunhu is also preparing to attack the Moon Capital—we've just collided on the same mission!

Damn it, this is bad.

Who is Chunhu?

—A purified vengeful spirit.

The woman before him exuded maternal grace, her dazzling golden wavy hair like molten gold spilled by the sun, and her eyes—crimson, unlike the bloody red of ordinary demons—radiating noble elegance.

She wore a floor-length dress, black outside and red within, with wide sleeves and a yellow silk ribbon tied into a bow at the collar; over her torso she wore a sleeveless red apron, embroidered with intricate patterns, strikingly vivid against the lonely lunar surface.

The noblewoman was exquisitely beautiful: her brows arched, cheeks like fresh peaches, nose smooth as goose fat, lips slightly parted, radiating purity and elegance—but what drew the eye most was her broad, full bosom.

If future astronauts landed on the moon and saw a lone, melancholy, beautiful noblewoman standing upon its surface, they would likely immediately recall ancient legends and blurt out: "Excuse me, are you Chang'e?"

But Jia Ji knew: "Chang'e" was an absolute taboo before her—a death flag.

The reason was simple: this woman, once a member of the Chunhu clan, had married Houyi, ruler of Xia, and bore him a son named Han Zhuo—a life that could have been happy—if Chang'e had never come.

Houyi shot down the suns, but then killed Han Zhuo alongside the later-arriving Chang'e; consumed by boundless hatred, she ascended into a spirit, abandoned her true name, called herself Chunhu, killed Houyi, and then went to kill Chang'e.

But Chang'e swallowed a half-finished Penglai elixir and fled to the Cold Palace in the Moon Capital.

For the past two thousand years, Chunhu, who regarded Chang'e as her mortal enemy, had periodically invaded the Moon Capital.

The Moon Capital's inhabitants supported Chang'e; the Moon Rabbits revered her as their leader. To seek revenge, Chunhu had to first breach the Moon Capital—but its sages always intervened, preventing her from succeeding.

Destroy endless things, harbor endless hatred, bring endless suffering… A lifetime of pain made her demand "justice" from Chang'e—she wanted Chang'e to feel the same despair.

Thus, the woman before him was not Chang'e at all—she was, in fact, the person in all the world who hated Chang'e most. To mention her name would be to cross a forbidden line, to provoke a dragon's scales—with dire consequences.

She had defeated Houyi, who shot down the suns; she had slain her way from Earth to the Moon alone—and now the entire Moon Capital must unite to oppose her alone… Chunhu's power far exceeded what any ordinary "Mad Lower Rank" could describe.

At the very least, "Mad Mid-Rank," possibly even "Mad Upper Rank."

And Jia Ji, who had randomly collided with this overwhelming vengeful spirit on such a vast moon, among countless directions… the old saying "Inexperienced, invincible on the first day, stuck in place by the third episode" applied perfectly.

He never fought low-tier battles—he only fought peak matches.

He cautiously shifted his stance, slowly retreating.

"Maybe using that move would let me last a few dozen strikes before falling… or maybe I'd fall in an instant—but either way, I'm falling. Better retreat now…"

Clearly, he couldn't win.

Jia Ji had no past grudge or recent feud with her; at this moment, their goals aligned toward the Moon Capital—he had no reason, nor desire, to provoke Chunhu, an EX-level six-sided boss.

He should wait until she and Chang'e settled their battle—by then, the main front of the lunar war would likely be over.

Unfortunately, he intended to leave—but the other side didn't seem willing to let him go so easily.

Chunhu, standing motionless, suddenly stirred like a statue startled by his movement. Her beautiful red eyes, unnoticeably, had been filled with brilliant gold—her sclera completely covered in pure gold, terrifyingly eerie—as they slowly turned to follow his motion, pressing upon Jia Ji a pressure greater than that of a billion demons.

"Your Majesty, when did you arrive? The moonlight tonight is so lovely. Oh yes, I love you too—last time a demon bit my arm, luckily I…" Jia Ji gritted his teeth, spouting nonsense—this was also the prelude to his entering the "Thoughtless Shadow Kill" state.

"Oh?"

The exquisitely beautiful woman, as if drawn from a painting, seemed amused by his foolishness. She smiled faintly, then covered her mouth with a light laugh, until her laughter made the entire lunar surface tremble with sound waves. Behind her, seven violet spiritual tails appeared.

That violet spiritual energy was neither the familiar aura of demons nor the majestic power of gods—it was something purer, more primal, more formidable.

It was the essence-force that existed before demons, before gods, before all things were born.

As she laughed, the seven violet tails swayed playfully—but merely brushing against the hundreds-of-meters-high craters, they instantly erased, pierced, and disintegrated them into particles smaller than dust.

Merely because she laughed, everything within a hundred li began to tremble and shake; the lunar soil, unchanged for thousands upon thousands of years, was rendered shattered and ruined, its terrifying power like a mountain collapsing and the sea roaring.

"You just said 'love you,' didn't you…?"

There was no sound—or rather, sound hadn't yet traveled; instead, a mental wave directly entered Jia Ji's mind. Surprisingly, it carried no trace of her resentment, hatred, sorrow, or vengeance—only profound gentleness, like a spring breeze brushing the face.

She knew he was babbling, so the mental wave carried a hint of playful teasing.

Yet from this strange, intriguing, bold man—bearing the constellation of the Big Dipper—she suddenly glimpsed a glimmer of opportunity.

A glimmer that could fulfill her two-thousand-year-old wish.

Hm?

Jia Ji froze. Chunhu's reaction was unlike what he had imagined.

Was her hatred directed only at Chang'e in the Cold Palace? Did she not descend into a mindless monster of vengeance when facing others—could she, in fact, be reasoned with…?

If so, then it was time for Jia Ji to unleash his world-shaking wisdom and eloquence!

(End of Chapter)