Chapter 110: The Interdimensional Necklace

A commercial street in medieval style, not particularly wide, preserved only for its early 20th-century aesthetic.

On a clear afternoon, it feels as if you’ve stepped into the set of a Japanese romantic drama from last century, brimming with atmosphere.

Lu Mingfei felt it resembled the style of *Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle*.

The merchants are clever too, selling only goods with a vintage aesthetic; the food sold on street stalls are common folk dishes, even wrapped in oilpaper for you.

Hui Liyi has a huge appetite; in just half an hour, she’s eaten three red bean daifuku, two octopus balls, one soy sauce stir-fried noodles, and now holds two croquettes in her hands, while Lu Mingfei carries the toys and souvenirs she bought—clearly acting as her attendant.

She wants to enter every shop and pick up every item on every stall to examine it.

Now she’s at a foreigner’s street stall, curiously selecting jewelry.

The vendor is a young man with blond hair, blue eyes, and medium-length locks; honestly, Lu Mingfei’s first glance made him think it was Fenger, that bastard, coming to Japan to earn extra cash.

Whether in appearance or that foul, fly-attracting aura, he only perks up and starts hawking when a customer approaches.

“Are these genuine?” Lu Mingfei asked skeptically, holding a gemstone necklace: “Dare you sell something this expensive?”

“Who on this street doesn’t know my name, Saliyalaraster? I sell only authentic goods!”

The blond man picked up another necklace; honestly, the craftsmanship was quite refined, but you couldn’t tell if it was real or not.

“And this necklace has quite a history…” the man lowered his voice, speaking in a mysterious tone.

Lu Mingfei felt a bad premonition—back home, some tourist vendors always spin a story before overcharging you, like how Qianlong or Cixi supposedly “named” something.

Or some obscure legend, so that after they finish talking, the item gains cultural value or brand premium.

“You’re not going to tell me this is the Heart of the Ocean from the Titanic, are you?” Lu Mingfei’s lip twitched, cutting him off: “This gem’s pitch black—not blue at all.”

But the vendor shook his head, serious. “Do you know Di Darla? The one who blew up the toilet?”

“You call that a toilet too… Wait, what does this necklace have to do with that anime character?” Lu Mingfei was speechless—this was way too far-fetched. If he didn’t know Di Darla was Su Lin’s cosplay, he might’ve actually believed it.

“It was a dark, windy night—I saw Di Darla shatter the dimensional wall with my own eyes!”

Lu Mingfei nearly burst out laughing—what the hell is a dimensional wall? This blond, blue-eyed foreigner is a middle-aged otaku, hahaha.

But seeing Hui Liyi’s eyes gleaming with excitement, he sighed inwardly—there’s still a naive one here.

“When Di Darla crossed into this world, he caused a dimensional rift—I picked up this necklace right beside that crack. It must be from another dimension!”

“2000 yen.” Lu Mingfei named his price outright—let this guy keep talking and he’d spin a full fanfic.

“Thank you for your patronage!”

Just a moment ago he was asking 20,000 yen—could this guy have studied at a Chinese antique market?

Lu Mingfei fastened the necklace around Hui Liyi’s snow-white neck, watching the girl eagerly caress the gemstone, its color like black sesame paste.

He glanced at the foreign man happily packing up his stall—he knew the item’s cost was probably under 200 yen.

He asked curiously: “Where do you source these things?”

“Yi, wu.” The man pronounced it phonetically.

“Yiwu?!”

“Yes, yes, exactly that place!” He grabbed his stool and sprinted down an alley, afraid Lu Mingfei would chase him.

“Thank you, Lord Su Lin,” Zhao Huaigu said, raising his baby-soft arm in gratitude.

“Hmm.” Su Lin nodded and walked toward a room.

Outside the room stood a group of guards; seeing him, they made no move to stop him, allowing Su Lin to open the door and enter.

“You’re here.” Old Lu’s figure was ethereal, like a ghost—Su Lin could see the bookshelf behind him through Old Lu’s translucent body.

“What’s going on?” Su Lin asked.

“It’s ending.” Old Lu paused. “The millennia-long struggle between half-breeds and the dragon clan is about to conclude.”

“I will awaken from within Lu Mingfei, clearing his path and purging heretics.”

“So that’s what you’ve been busy with all this time.” Su Lin realized. “I thought you’d keep this body like a proxy.”

“I split from Lu Mingze—he reclaimed some things.” Old Lu didn’t care. “I can forcibly control Lu Mingfei for seven days.”

“Seven days is enough. Zhongli is yours to handle, Su Lin.”

Su Lin nodded. “Since we’ve made a pact, I’ll see you through to the end.”

“But what if I can’t beat him? What if Earth is destroyed by the fallout?”

Su Lin didn’t want to use divine-tier spells against Zhongli—it would drain his godhood. But without divine-tier spells…

“I have my own plan.” Lu Mingfei smiled. “Don’t worry. Do as you please.”

“The half-breeds still don’t realize what terror they’re facing… hahaha…”

“I am merciful—I’ll give them one chance to defy the mountain with a mayfly’s strength. But after they fail, they’ll serve eternally.”

“Oh, by the way—how’s my Su Xiaoqiang? Has she met my past self yet?”

Old Lu shifted topics, suddenly concerned with Lu Mingfei’s romantic subplot.

“Klein interfered—she didn’t find him.” Su Lin replied honestly. “Compared to a harem drama, I’d rather just ship some couples.”

“Lu Mingze is meddling…” Old Lu ignored Su Lin, thinking a moment. “He’s probably sensed something—but it doesn’t matter. I don’t believe my script is worse than his.”

“So are those memories and side female characters even necessary?” Su Lin walked to the bookshelf, opened a book, and found nothing but philosophy he couldn’t understand.

“That way, Lu Mingze thinks I need these girls to achieve some goal—but actually, if I just hold back and gather power, the goal is already achieved.” Old Lu beamed with pride. “And I’ve even trapped Klein.”

Su Lin felt Old Lu now wanted to play a game with Lu Mingze, altering the past.

But the two brothers’ game board was too vast.

“Have fun.” Su Lin said. “After this is over, what about Hui Liyi? Do you plan to make her empress?”

“Yes.” Old Lu nodded. “Empress Consort.”

He suddenly stiffened, noticing Su Lin’s lips slightly curled.

“You…” Old Lu paused. “You won’t betray me, will you?”

“Boss, what are you talking about?” Su Lin waved his hand, smiling. “I won’t defect to Lu Mingze. Do you want me to swear on my Dao heart?”

“Good.” Old Lu nodded in relief. “My friend.”

“Try to finish it before the New Year on your side.”

Old Lu paused, then added: “You can start swearing now.”

“…”

After swearing, Su Lin opened the door and stepped out, walking as he sank into self-reflection.

When did his credibility begin to decline in Old Lu’s eyes? Where did that harmonious trust—the “I trust you to handle it” bond—go? Where has human trust gone?