Chapter 393: God Is Not Working This Month

Blue Star, Blue Star

"You think I'm petty?" Su Lin put away his phone and patted Song Shuhang's stiff shoulder: "I'm a very generous person—look, I haven't even extracted the memories from your head."

After all, memory seals or memory erasures are pointless—once Song Shuhang becomes Dao-Song or Transcendent-Song, he can freely revisit everything he's experienced; oaths aren't reliable, and even if his Dao-heart shatters, it can always be stitched back together.

"Mind-reading?" Song Shuhang gasped.

"Face-reading." Su Lin, encountering such an emotionally transparent person for the first time in complex society: "It's all written all over your face."

'I'm doomed—saying Su Lin Senior is petty won't he give me a hard time?' Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with world-weariness.

"It's fine, I don't care about these things." Su Lin pulled out a tray of tech-drink from a historical projection: "But your mission reward changed from Immortal Wine Feast to Children's Beverage."

Song Shuhang felt he needed a vial of the Faceless One's potion—preferably ordered now with Ge Erman delivering it fresh and lethal; the plot hadn't even reached the first mind-reading incident, yet he'd already experienced it prematurely.

"Senior… if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Song Shuhang didn't want to stay a second longer—he grabbed the drink tray, wanting only to get back and push the plot forward while staying by Senior White's side to avoid the storm.

Even someone as resilient as him had grown fragile after enduring these rounds of undeserved misfortune—though it would be even better if Ba Shiliu were here to chat.

Su Lin nodded and handed Song Shuhang a black gemstone, upon which sprouted a green sprout of green onion.

"Uh." Song Shuhang stared at the familiar stone, pondered for two seconds, then suddenly remembered what he'd forgotten: "Green Onion Lady."

"Good thing I stripped your clothes when I threw you into the black hole—otherwise I'd have to search the Akashic Records or the Sea of Souls for her." Su Lin smiled and returned the Enlightenment Stone to Song Shuhang.

"I forgot something, Su Lin Senior." Song Shuhang touched the tender tip: "Green Onion Lady—is she still awake? Strange, why isn't she speaking?"

He gave Su Lin a suspicious glance, but Su Lin shook his head, indicating the influence caused by this onion had already vanished.

"Su Lin Senior, actually, I previously took Green Onion Lady to train in the Simulation Universe. After witnessing your power, she still decided she wants to join Daotianyi Sect!" Song Shuhang voiced Green Onion Lady's request, completely unaware that the emerald tip trembled slightly:

"Green Onion Lady is inherently kind and possesses excellent talent—please, Senior, accept her."

This was something Song Shuhang had previously raised with Su Lin, but after learning the sect's founding was purely accidental and that Emperor Yufeng had been prematurely extracted from the Source Stone and handed to Su Lin by Ye Fan, he'd put it on hold.

At the time, most of the sect's seniors were merely youthful mini-versions, only promising for the future.

But now it's different—after all that has transpired, every senior's strength has reached the level of standing alone, especially Su Lin Senior, who has ascended from a Great Ascension cultivator to God.

Probably quite reliable.

In short, to avoid wasting Green Onion Lady's talent—and also for a small personal motive—Song Shuhang decided to throw a stone to test the waters—no, to throw an onion to test the waters.

"What if she's useless?" Su Lin pondered for a few seconds—how could talent be bad? She's a demon born already in human form, the Reincarnation Body of the Fifth Dao.

The famed five-star general MacArthur once said: give her a chance to be a pet, and she'd spend every day shrinking one inch in a pocket game, wasting her life; but if she trained for a thousand years, she could cultivate herself to the Immortal Realm.

If only this demon hadn't spent three hundred years studying Buddhist arts, she wouldn't now be so tightly controlled by Song Shuhang.

"I don't mind—the Water Mirror Peak's library is quite large," Su Lin said, then suddenly remembered Su Tuoni's activities on this Earth: the Qi Revival movement, the cultivation academy, and his recent role as a teacher organizing the East-West Cultivator Tournament.

Thinking carefully, this sect is increasingly taking on the aura of a traditional xianxia holy sect.

Independent herb garden survival Mystical Realm, admission grants a King-tier divine weapon, Xin Su certification guaranteed.

Success-oriented sect peak coaching, pills unlimited, hoard of secret manuals, enjoy the ultimate protagonist life template.

The teaching staff is even more

"What's wrong, Su Lin Senior? If it's not possible, forget it…" Song Shuhang noticed Su Lin staring blankly, chin in hand, assuming there was some inconvenience.

"How long have I been raising kids?" Su Lin's gaze sharpened:

"They said they'd return to teach soon, but since then, haven't I been the only one doing it?!"

"Was I tricked by Ye Hei?"

It was Ye Fan who had prematurely extracted Emperor Yufeng centuries ahead, who proposed the sect assume its duty to recruit disciples, and who suggested temporarily placing him in Su Lin's world for training.

Zhongli occasionally helped out, but since returning from Liyue, Emperor Yufeng had never left Su Lin's side.

Su Lin realized: "So she's become my personal closed-door disciple?!"

"Isn't he always calling himself the next sect leader?" Song Shuhang asked, puzzled: "I thought he was your senior disciple—turns out he isn't?"

"Of course not!" Su Lin retorted: "Before, I was just a temporary guardian—but if she becomes my closed-door disciple, that means I'm now her permanent guardian!"

"Hmm." Song Shuhang didn't understand Su Lin's dilemma—this Su Lin Senior seemed different from the Teacher Tony he'd met in his dream.

"Forget it—I'll settle accounts with those elders later." Su Lin clicked his tongue irritably: "In two days, bring Green Onion Lady over during the small gathering. Honestly, not much has changed—the cultivation manuals in Wangshu Pavilion are mostly public; the few rare ones she can't learn yet anyway."

"Then I'll thank all the seniors on Green Onion Lady's behalf," Song Shuhang bowed and smiled: "I'll take my leave then."

After receiving Su Lin's response, Song Shuhang didn't linger—he took the Enlightenment Stone and headed toward Ye Fan's world, using the transit point to save on cross-realm talismans.

Passing through shelves stacked with countless manuals and cultivation systems, weaving between floating orbs containing precious treasures, the collection here was terrifying.

After stepping out of Wangshu Pavilion, Song Shuhang looked at the vast Water Mirror Peak.

The Qi density surpassed any Mystical Realm he'd ever seen; occasionally, the phantom of the Dao River reflected upon massive stones, while rare treasures and holy herbs exhaled Qi, radiating unique spiritual and Daoic resonances.

When he passed through the teleportation gate into Ye Fan's world, into the secret chamber of the Ye Zhetian Corporation…

"Green Onion Lady, are you satisfied now?" Song Shuhang grinned: "This place is a paradise every cultivator dreams of."

"I thank you… waaah!" Sobs came from Song Shuhang's pocket.

She'd thought she'd become a monster—after all, she'd always sensed the outside world. But when she transformed into a grotesque three-headed, six-armed giant onion, Song Shuhang collapsed first, and the effects spread through his demonic aura into her.

Thus, between reason and collapse, she saw even more.

"Waaah! Yinying…" That place can't be stayed in—why doesn't Song Shuhang understand? Doesn't he have any memory?

Song Shuhang assumed Green Onion Lady was moved to tears, and felt a small satisfaction from his daily act of kindness.

"Hehe, I have my own motives too—if you're there, I can get a rough sense of the sect's situation." Song Shuhang whispered:

"When I can stand on my own, I'll apply to Su Lin Senior to become a Gold-Ranked Lecturer in Tianyi Sect!"

Correct—Song Shuhang had no intention of becoming a disciple of these seniors; even in his original fate in his own world, he chose to be a lone cultivator.

But! That doesn't stop him from someday wanting to hold a nominal position in another sect as a reliable senior—like a university inviting a renowned external professor: occasionally giving a lecture and receiving the adoring glances of countless students.

He believed this sect, founded by a luxury team, would one day attract outstanding disciples from countless worlds. When that day came, he would hold a ruler, clad in green robes, surrounded by juniors, teaching, resolving doubts, answering life's questions.

Just imagining this, Song Shuhang's cultivation motivation skyrocketed.

"From now on, Emperor Yufeng will be your senior brother—you must learn well from him."

Song Shuhang felt exactly like a parent whose child was leaving home for school; even though Congniang could return daily, he himself needed the Enlightenment Stone to cultivate, and this was still a plot device.

The Ye Zhetian Guild, Chairman's Office.

"Let's get this straight: if you're just accompanying me, it's ten thousand divine sources; if you're fighting alongside me, fees are charged per person and per realm."

The divine child Emperor Yufeng glanced at the zero-signal icon on his phone screen, suppressed the itch like ants crawling in his mind, and grumbled at Ye Fan:

"Three thousand divine sources for a Fourth Pole realm, thirty thousand for a Dragon Transformation realm, and up to one hundred thousand for a Saint above Dragon Transformation. Since it's your first time hiring me, I'll waive the fee for Dao Palace and below."

"Advance payment: five thousand divine sources. All spoils are mine. Don't use WeChat or Alipay—cash only."

Ye Fan fell silent for a long while, then asked slowly: "Who taught you all this?"

"Taught me? Go ask around the circles—when has Emperor Yufeng ever done a job before getting paid first?" Emperor Yufeng snapped impatiently.

"Pay up quickly. Don't think you can pressure me with the Su Zongzhu. Labor for equal reward is the truth."

"If I didn't still need time to adjust and overcome my fear of the evil Su Zongzhu, I'd already be in bed on a day like this, gaming and reading the new Immortal Scripture. I wouldn't even come if you paid me."

"By the way, give me some Earth cash. I've been sinking all my gacha pulls lately."

Was sending this guy to Su Lin a mistake?

Ye Fan didn't understand: why had Su Lin turned this divine child, even if mischievous and half a Duan De, into this?

If not for needing to resolve some karmic ties and requiring his own presence—since bodyguards weren't enough—he wouldn't have brought this divine child along at all.

As time passed, their bounties didn't drop; instead, under covert interference from certain factions, they kept rising.

Ye Fan, Redhair, Black Dog, and Duan De together were already comparable to half the accumulated foundation of an old-established clan.

Of course, this also had to do with the multiple Sovereign Divine Weapons Duan De exposed when mining earlier.

"Don't forget—I'm the one who sent you to Tianyi Sect. I haven't even asked you to thank me for such a great opportunity, yet you're acting like a big shot now," Ye Fan said with a cold smile.

"Little Fatty, don't you dare use your Saint realm to play games with me—or your ass won't survive."

"Is that so?" Emperor Yufeng scratched his ear, utterly unconcerned.

"You, Ye Tian Di, will be mighty and glorious in the future—great, great. But that's the future. Right now, I have one thing to remind you."

Ye Fan asked: "What?"

"I'm not a Saint realm cultivator—I can kill Saint Kings right now!" Emperor Yufeng said, chin raised.

"I am the peak of all heavens and earth. For this price, I'll guard your Dao. Don't you feel you're getting a steal?"

"Besides, I brought the Sect's Ultimate Boundary Saint Stele. Whoever dares to shout at me, I'll smash their head to pulp."

Awesome!

Ye Fan suddenly felt his fists harden, but since he couldn't beat him yet, he held back. He glanced at Zhongli beside him and asked:

"Fine, Su Lin—I get it. But you? Don't you ever discipline him?"

For the first time, he regretted pulling this brat out so early. This mouthful of trash came not just from his nature, but mostly from Su Niuma's influence.

"Hmm," Zhongli paused, then said: "I believe that when a child can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, their innate nature should be granted some freedom to express itself—it benefits their future development."

This parenting expert's understanding was too extreme. Don't you think he's already gone so far off track he's reached his great-grandmother's house?

Ye Fan sighed helplessly, took out a piece of Immortal Source, and said:

"Here's your birth Immortal Source back. Do it if you want, don't if you don't. Go home if you won't."

Emperor Yufeng's face lit up. He hurriedly said: "Deal!"

Ye Fan shook his head, tossed the Immortal Source to Emperor Yufeng, then turned and walked away.

At the same time, he sent a message in the chat group to Weigong Shilang:

"Your leave is almost over. Remember to return next month. Orders are piled up in a whole room. Cultivate hard, don't get lost in soft comforts. Aim to produce a legendary Saint Weapon within thirty years."

Your leave is almost over; remember to return next month for work. Orders have piled up to fill an entire room. Focus on your cultivation, don't get lost in soft comforts—strive to produce a legendary holy weapon within thirty years.

Weigong Shilang: "I understand."

Weigong Shilang's face was weary. He began to doubt whether he'd ever truly had a vacation. Since returning to this world, everything had happened—now even God had changed.

Thinking carefully, counting these busy days, had he ever truly rested at all?!

"Dad, I'm hungry!" A golden-haired little girl skipped over to Weigong Shilang.

"Huh? Breakfast was only two hours ago," Weigong Shilang forced a smile. "Hold on a bit longer—lunch is coming soon."

"Hey, it's only been two hours since breakfast," Weigong Shilang forced a smile. "Hold on a little longer—lunchtime's coming soon."

"Dad!" x The living room door burst open, accompanied by the childish cries—and the icy stares of the "mothers" behind them. Weigong Shilang's gaze slowly dulled, especially as Dada Liya held a white bear doll, studying him as if weighing whether his body was a suitable vessel.

"Dad," the living room door opened, accompanied by the childish call—and the cold stares of the "mothers" behind them. Weigong Shilang's gaze gradually grew numb, especially as Illyasviel held a white bear doll and scanned him, as if evaluating whether this vessel suited her.

Didn't their real parents worry?! Getting lost and ending up in a Parallel World?

Didn't their real parents worry at all?! About running away, getting lost, and ending up in a Parallel World?

Weigong Shilang: "Su Lin, God, I repent—I'm guilty. Can you end this?"

Su Lin: "I don't start work until next month. Don't expect me to overtime before then."

Su Lin: "By the way, Yan Suan Lin can use the Second Law. Why are you coming to me?"

Just as Weigong Shilang spotted the blind spot and looked toward Yan Suan Lin, who held the orange-haired girl and black-haired boy, she smiled sweetly at him: "Honey, what's up?"

Just as Weigong Shilang spotted the blind spot and looked toward Rin Tohsaka, who held the hand of the orange-haired girl and the black-haired boy, she smiled warmly at him. "Darling, what is it?"

Weigong Shilang: "Wait until next month when you start work."

Chat group notification: Su Tuoni, Shi Hao, and Ge Xiaolun have joined the chat group.

While everyone was sending trivial messages, a new group join notification appeared again in the chat group.

While everyone was sending trivial messages, a new group invitation appeared once again in the chat group.

(End of Chapter)