Chapter 318: Finally, You, the Naive Fool, Understand

Eisde si thought for a moment: “Lolicon?”

Yagumo Shu nodded confidently: “Pervert!”

Eisde si announced with a blank expression: “Death sentence!”

Yagumo Shu sneered in disgust: “Worst ever!”

“Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, both of you! I didn’t come up with this—it was Angelia who forced me to sign the contract!”

Jia Ji was squeezed hard on both sides by the two in perfect sync; to avoid being labeled “a disgrace,” he quickly defended himself.

Though they bickered noisily, it seemed Eisde si and Yagumo Shu’s relationship was fairly harmonious… right?

Even if they started fighting right then and there, Jia Ji would only think they were exchanging emotions.

“So… this power doesn’t belong to you!”

Yagumo Shu gently shook her folding fan, pouting to the side, clearly disdainful of associating with him.

She trained her demonic power and realm energy every single day, yet after hundreds or even thousands of years, her progress crawled like a turtle—while Jia Ji just slept one night and broke through.

Watching him go from something so fragile she could shatter him with a touch, to now someone she couldn’t even scratch with her full strength, even the youngish Youkai Sage’s good mood couldn’t hide her sense of injustice.

Do you think Rankku is some street-corner Pikachu?

In her world, even the most gifted youkai needed centuries to reach it; in Eisde si’s world, she was the only known one to have broken through to this level, and in weaker worlds, not a single one existed.

Yagumo Shu had ample reason to suspect Jia Ji carried some special fortune—though he suffered plenty of bad luck, he always managed to catch up to the latest update at critical moments.

But… what hurt her most was that if she continued like this, she might lose even the right to support him, forced to stand on the sidelines waving flags—who said this guy had mediocre talent?!

Decided! After returning, I’ll cut down on group chats and train harder—use time acceleration to cheat hard, at least don’t let him pull too far ahead!

“What do you mean, belongs to me or not…”

Jia Ji wore a heavy expression: “I’ll never forget that day—I lost something incredibly important…”

……

After proposing the game of tag, in a space unknown to all, time itself seemed to lose its meaning.

“Gagaga, you’re not bad… Guoran …”

The golden-haired child girl, who called herself “old lady,” had somehow slipped a lollipop into her mouth, propped her hands behind her head, and watched Jia Ji panting, looking somewhat satisfied.

She lazily stretched her body, bones cracking sharply, and the entire blank world trembled under her simple motion, as if about to collapse.

“What did you say?!”

Jia Ji, breathless from being chased, wanted to shout at her—but this tiny, snarky child was simply too strong.

He had tried resisting, but that tiny body held unimaginable power; the happier she smiled, the more terrifying her punches became, and when she caught him, it was like gripping a pillow—her slender fingers locked him in place, utterly immobile.

Just look around: this white world, empty except for them, was pockmarked with craters like meteor impacts, dotted with lunar-scale ring mountains—all from Jia Ji being slammed into the ground by her seemingly weightless throws.

Here, Jia Ji’s physical abilities weren’t reduced at all, yet he could only barely survive her cruel little demon girl’s attacks by relying entirely on defensive techniques.

Moreover, whenever Angelia watched him, in front of this child, Jia Ji inexplicably felt his aura weaken by a third.

For example, when he tried to unleash a Tyrannical Roar Fist, it automatically shrank into a puppy whimper punch in her presence.

Why did he feel so utterly countered by her?

“So, what exactly is this place?”

Such one-sided conversations occasionally happened, but usually she only replied, “Annoying!” or “I don’t know.” Today was an exception.

After complimenting him and stretching, the golden-haired child seemed overcome by sleepiness; her big eyes blinked slowly, filled with drowsiness, her head nodded, and she sprawled out in a star shape on the cratered ground, fast asleep, a hint of satisfaction on her delicate face.

“Kid, this is the Holy Spirit Realm~”

The golden-haired child had been carrying him around, smashing him into the ground, creating countless meteor craters, treating him like a pillow toy—now, beneath her head, in Jia Ji’s horrified gaze, it spoke.

Knowing he was still confused, the creature had a long white beard, a pale purple body, and two half-moon eyes glowing red as it stared at Jia Ji, then continued in a voice utterly unfitting its appearance:

“Including myself—the great Holy Spirit Realm mage Merlin—most phantom beasts like dragons, fairies, and elves have bodies not made of matter, but of spiritual essence. The Holy Spirit Realm is the world where we spirits dwell… As far as I know, humans live in the Material Realm, and ordinary humans cannot enter this world.”

Though he desperately wanted to complain why a pillow had to be named “Merlin,” Jia Ji forced himself to hold back.

“Why am I here?”

His doubts remained unexplained: weren’t there fairies and youkai? Why hadn’t he seen any? And what was this demonic little girl doing here? Could spiritual bodies really be this powerful?

“Because… this is Angelia’s domain. No other spirit would dare approach. The landscape here changes according to Angelia’s thoughts…”

As she spoke, beside the golden-haired child’s peaceful sleep, the damaged surroundings began to regenerate as if in creative mode—ordinary white space gradually filled with new elements.

“Flowers” “Trees” “Sky” “Breeze” “Clouds” “Sun” “Rainbow” “Ocean” “Beach” “Forest” “Stones” “Sand” “Earth”…

All things returned to their proper places.

“As for you—”

Merlin paused. From its doll-like face, Jia Ji somehow detected a hint of human-like oddness: “If I’m not mistaken, you were unconsciously summoned from the Material Realm by Angelia—‘The Holy Maiden’!”

“Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy… Maiden?!”

Jia Ji pointed at his own nose, incredulous. Though he wasn’t well-read, he believed his education far surpassed that of some illiterate village girl.

“Who? Holy Maiden?… Me?”

Is there a Holy Maiden with biceps so huge she could crush a whole cart of Moxi? Iron Fist Holy Maiden Jia Erda, right?

(End of Chapter)