Chapter 318

"In this life, I ask not for the past, seek not the next, but live fiercely, settle grudges with joy, defeat heroes of all races, and laugh aloud at the Six Realms!"

Clouds burned crimson spread across the horizon, the heavens and earth bathed in vast, desolate stillness.

"Words are easy, but right now I'm truly suffocating."

"Everyone fears you—call you Mad Knife Su Meng? Better name you Ghost-Terrifier."

Meng Qi, transformed into the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord via the Eight-Nine Profound Art, held the Azure Jade Void Sword in his right hand, arms crossed as he gazed at the sky, sighing, his eyes lowered to watch the decadent debauchery of lights and wine on Li Hua Island.

He swept his sleeve, blowing away the pickled incense scent within the courtyard; earlier, he had feigned sternness and coldness to send Yin Ning back to her room, but just as he was enjoying the live stream, some demoness had tried to disrupt his Dao heart.

These demonesses constantly test him, employing every kind of temptation.

"No woman in heart, sword draws naturally divine." Meng Qi chanted the Beyond Scripture, closed the live stream in the chat group, and impatiently set up forbidden seals.

Had he not feared these demonesses causing trouble, he would have already absorbed the third-layer seal entirely.

Lately, his progress has slowed considerably; after experiencing the joy of rapid cultivation advancement, Meng Qi now thinks only of devouring the seals, even wishing the sword were entirely covered in Yuan Shi Seals, absorbing every ounce of sealing power left by the Yuan Shi Tianzun of the other realm.

Then, experience the thrill of slaughtering immortals and demons in Six Realms missions, racking up points, looting the corrupt Six Realms shop—no, if possible, he'd rather just rob it outright.

Pulling his thoughts back, Meng Qi settled his mind and began circulating the Yuan Shi Jin Zhang, enhancing his strength.

The immediate priority remains finding an opportunity to comprehend the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber.

Night fell; faint moans drifted from Dae Le Palace, stirring the deepest primal desires within the heart.

Sensing the time was right, Meng Qi sheathed the Azure Jade Void Sword, stepped forward with his left foot, ignored the seductive sounds that agitated flesh and soul, and dissolved his figure into the clear, moonlit night.

In a single breath, Meng Qi appeared at a height of ten zhang above the island's main peak; he made no effort to hide himself, studying the terrifying dark currents ahead.

"Hmph."

He pointed a finger forward—the array materialized, violently shuddered, radiated light, and the void shattered, the hidden arrays within crushed along with it.

Without concealing his aura, he strode boldly into the void and vanished.

Moments later, the Bodhisattva of Compassionate Desire appeared in the space where Meng Qi had vanished, her face a storm of shock and fury.

"Just what realm is Poisonous Hand in now? Grand Master? Or Great Grand Master?!" she wondered, uncertain.

Yin Ning flew over from the side, weeping: "He sealed me in my room and forced-feed me the Buddha's Pure Desire Sutra—I now have nothing but 'form is emptiness' in my head!"

And in a secluded courtyard on Li Hua Island.

"Wu Wu Xiang Gong Gong, we truly were destined to meet across a thousand li," said Gu Xiaosang as the Merchant Water Immortal, her voice soft, filled with amusement and familiarity, her gaze laced with teasing.

Meng Qi's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints, his expression one of genuine shock, his true form returning.

He looked at Gu Xiaosang before him—ethereal, smiling like a blooming flower, deliberately baiting him—and stepped forward, sighing: "Wife, our fate is truly bound by a single red thread. My dear, I've missed you so."

Meng Qi stepped forward, took Gu Xiaosang's hand in his, met her gaze, seeking some hidden emotion in those shimmering, luminous eyes.

He deliberately broke protocol precisely to avoid being manipulated by Gu Xiaosang.

Who would have thought—after she called him "husband" so many times, he'd actually become her real husband?

Gu Xiaosang's face lit with delight, a blush rising on her cheeks; she cooed: "My husband is so kind—I didn't waste my effort pretending to be Merchant Water to pave the way for your comprehension of the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber."

"What more could a husband ask?" Meng Qi remained calm, even lifted Gu Xiaosang's chin.

"Has my husband finally understood how good I am to you?" Gu Xiaosang blushed, turning her head aside: "You've finally awakened—did you know my true identity all along?"

This demoness still wants to fish for information, hehehe.

Meng Qi smirked wickedly, speaking saccharine words: "One red thread ties two hearts—wife, the moment you appeared, my heart trembled, so tonight I came specially for you."

"I never imagined you'd take the form of Merchant Water—just thinking of you alone with other men makes me seethe with jealousy."

"My husband mustn't misunderstand—I killed that man the moment I arrived; I didn't let him so much as touch a single finger of mine," Gu Xiaosang pressed close to Meng Qi, her cheeks flushed pink to her neck, gazing up at him with eyes like flowing water, coyly saying:

"If my husband doesn't believe me, tonight you may verify my words."

Gu Xiaosang moved to guide Meng Qi's hand toward her chest.

"." Meng Qi recoiled as if electrocuted; the absurd dialogue had wounded him more than he expected.

He regretted his impulsive decision—he'd forgotten Gu Xiaosang's level far surpassed ordinary women.

He'd been a fool—after learning the future, he lowered his guard around her. Why did I even provoke her?

After calming his breath, Meng Qi's expression turned serious: "Enough acting. Tell me—why do you want me to comprehend the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber?"

Meng Qi planned to go through the motions and then leave; his goal was merely to contact Gu Xiaosang to obtain the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber from the contemporary Xuan Nü.

Once he held the saber, using the Azure Jade Void Sword's fusion with his Imperishable Yuan Shi, he could sever his link to the Demon Buddha without waiting for the decade-long brewing of the sword.

Desolate mountain, abandoned temple, green lamp, ancient Buddha.

Let whoever wants to experience it—Meng Qi has no desire to kill his wife to attain the Dao.

"Just acting? But I clearly sensed your heart no longer holds the same attitude toward me."

"Last night, I dreamed," Gu Xiaosang stepped closer, cornering Meng Qi against the wall: "In the dream, you and I had a daughter."

"What?" Meng Qi froze, then remembered the future child he and Gu Xiaosang would have: "Don't say nonsense—I'm still pure with you!"

What's going on? Is this Gu Xiaosang reading the script too?

He silently stepped back a few paces, sat at the tea table, calmed his mind, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"In the dream, you and I both became great transcenders, reveling nightly like divine lovers," Gu Xiaosang blinked, still pure as untouched snow: "But one day, you said you'd once missed a divine sword, abandoned me and our daughter, and returned to the past to find it."

"Pfft!" Meng Qi spat out his tea—it felt like fire.

"After that dream, I couldn't sleep. I thought and thought, then sought out Ruishui, hoping to make you drink it—so when I attain the Dao later, I may revive you, lest you abandon your wife and daughter to chase that sword you missed in youth."

Gu Xiaosang's eyes curved into crescents, mischievously smiling: "Wu Wu Xiang Gong Gong, how's the tea?"

Meng Qi first looked terrified, then saw the amusement in her eyes, his face darkened—but he couldn't tell why she differed from the script, so he remained silent.

He felt inexplicable guilt—he was still pure with this demoness, yet why did he dare not retaliate when teased?

Perhaps because, deep down, he'd lowered his guard, no longer saw her as an enemy.

Meng Qi set down his teacup: "I want to comprehend the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber. What do you want?"

"I think I understand what's happening," Gu Xiaosang smiled meaningfully, until Meng Qi squirmed under her gaze—then she spoke:

"Actually, it's about the ruins of the Nine Heavens. Though fairy essence and the Heavenly Court stele can grant entry, they cannot reach the top three layers—after you've gained insight from the Absolute Knife, help me open those top three layers."

"If there's nothing else, Master Wu, please return and wait a few days."

Meng Qi grunted, then rose to leave.

"Has Master Wu forgotten something?" A clear voice, like a oriole's song, sounded behind Meng Qi.

As Meng Qi turned, a warm, fragrant breath brushed his face; his lips met warmth, and a faint, pure fragrance drifted into his nostrils.

"Now, what happened in the dream has become real," Gu Xiaosang smiled at him, reverting to her Shangshui form: "Remember—you must remain chaste for me."

She pushed the stunned Meng Qi out, closed the door, and sat on the bed's edge with a smile.

A vision flashed through her mind: the young man, at the cost of severing his own Dao path, slashed at the angler.

That smile didn't last long. Even though the images were incomplete, she understood one thing.

The Golden Emperor is about to transcend.

Meng Qi: "Question one: What's the difference between liking someone and being greedy for their body?"

Meng Qi: "Question two: Is regret destined to be part of life?"

Meng Qi: "Question three: How can a boy protect himself from being targeted by bad women when he's away from home?"

Su Lin: "I'm single—why are you asking me?"

Su Lin glanced at the screen, closed the chat group, walked straight into the Tianyi Sect's sect treasure vault, transferred over three hundred 'Mr. Light' entries there, and picked up the pre-arranged items to activate the Points Mall, allowing participants to exchange for physical items.

The Simulation Universe is about to close. No feast lasts forever. Though we all had a wonderful time earning rewards, it's time to say goodbye.

Of course, since the bloodlines in Lu Mingfei's world were too numerous, Su Lin only granted them a group blessing as thanks.

After the ritual ended, Su Lin left the Nidhogg Group's city hub to find Lu Mingfei. Along the corridor, a cowboy-styled blonde bloodline stood ahead, drawing a cross on his chest.

"I remember you, Mr. Han Gao, right?" Su Lin asked.

"Great God of Light, greetings," Han Gao said respectfully: "Forgive my boldness in appearing before you, but I've come to ask a question on behalf of a flock of lambs."

"Lambs." Su Lin didn't want to play Western games—he didn't need followers: "Go ahead."

"Thank you for your mercy," Han Gao paused, suppressing the urge to light a cigar to ease his tension: "Are you and that God…?"

"Is Adam's cross here with you?" Ke Lan's figure emerged from the air beside him: "I recall he gave it to you before falling asleep. Let me borrow it."

"That's the one—the Longinus Spear pinned Yi Leina to during filming," Su Lin said.

"OK, thanks." Ke Lan's figure vanished again.

Su Lin turned back and asked: "What were you about to ask?"

Han Gao shook his head, drew another cross, and bowed deeply: "Nothing. My deepest apologies—I've disturbed you."

Su Lin watched him leave, puzzled but didn't care.

He didn't know that after Han Gao left, a report titled "On the Possibility of Films Being Ancient Historical Records" began circulating among North American bloodline circles.

Nightfall, Shuijing Peak.

Green grass spread like velvet, water murmured like a zither, the moon bright, stars sparse, a gentle breeze brushed the face.

Flecks of spiritual light, like fireflies, rose from the spirit herbs and immortal plants; as moonlight and starlight poured in during their inhalation, the spiritual energy grew denser still.

Now, though smaller in area than Ye Fan's Sacred City, Shuijing Peak faintly bore the aura of a starfall cascade, inhaling and exhaling the celestial forces of the heavens.

"You've worked hard maintaining the River of Time these past days," Su Lin took a pot of Wu Dao Tea from his historical projection and poured a cup for the God of Time: "Please."

"You're too kind," the God of Time accepted the cup with both hands, smiling: "Witnessing Chen Nan's growth has greatly increased our chances of overthrowing Heaven—it's all thanks to you. This second life has been immensely valuable."

"Please, you must accept this. Though we cannot truly transmit the original essence, it's the only thing we, these homeless spirits from another world, can offer—a humble token of gratitude."

The God of Time handed over a black metal object engraved with intricate incantations.

Su Lin took the object and examined it: inside were cultivation scriptures carried on silk, jade, meteorite ore, and other materials—systems encompassing magic, immortal arts, divine ways, demon arts, and demonic techniques.

In quantity, it was truly an ocean.

These carriers—

Su Lin smiled and said: "One day, I heard cultivators complain that their daily tasks were always the same—collecting materials."

The God of Time smiled faintly but said nothing.

The cultivators who came to this universe often proactively interacted with background-figure Shennong's powerful experts, building goodwill, and even submitted copies of the cultivation techniques they received to Su Lin in exchange for points.

After noticing this, the God of Time naturally took action—he contacted all the spirits. Since they were all the dead, they had no reason to withhold these things.

"Chen Nan may come to me anytime to study magic from other worlds to strengthen himself—it counts as academic exchange," Su Lin thought for a moment, then added:

"If you fail in your rebellion against Heaven, or encounter unforeseen variables beyond fate, I will offer help within my means."

"But overthrowing Heaven remains your own affair."

"Thank you," the God of Time said, deeply moved—this reward surpassed all expectations.

The two raised their teacups, smiled, and clinked them—everything understood without words.

After one cup of tea, the God of Time rose to leave.

"It's finally coming to an end," he gazed at the ancient cities reconstructed before him, a hint of melancholy in his eyes: "Yet even this fleeting revival has been a wonderful experience."

"Oh, by the way—I'd have forgotten if you hadn't reminded me," Su Lin asked the God of Time: "Will you come back as extras in the next Simulation Universe?"

The God of Time blinked: "Huh?"

Sorry, a bit late.

(End of Chapter)