Chapter 659

The myriad heavens and worlds harbor countless dangers, and among them, the famously inconceivable entities are the root of despair for many beautiful otherworlds.

As a scion of a great sect, you will eventually have to travel alone beyond the cosmos.

Therefore, confronting mythic beings from the early Qi Condensation stage to enhance your Sanity attribute helps you cope with weird sudden events and increases survival rates in Cthulhu-style worlds.

"This class is led by Survival Instructor 'Miss Kelaien Mo Leidi,' who will demonstrate the forms of mythic beings—you simply need to adapt."

Su Lin held the course schedule, stared at it for a moment, then asked:

"Is it a mistake to make us stare directly at Azathoth from the Qi Condensation stage?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan covered Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes, watching warily the man in a vest, holding a cane, with a calm expression: Miss Kelaien.

"First, I am not the God of Blind Folly."

"Second, if you accidentally enter places like 'the virtuous town of Arkham, the hospitable Street of the Undead,' you should at least have resistance to beings beyond your comprehension."

"Third, you eat rice one grain at a time—you'll face sequences starting from the lowest rank."

Miss Kelaien tapped his cane on the ground, summoning historical projections of several demigods:

"And most importantly:

If one day a student accidentally encounters a wild, unseeable god on campus, there might still be a chance to save them."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan glanced at his obedient daughter in his arms and suddenly felt Miss Kelaien's logic was irrefutable—he began to wrestle internally.

Su Lin: "Do you think you're funny?"

Miss Kelaien: "Every school has its own ten unsolved mysteries—this is just one of them."

That was a good story—who else wants to tell one?

But there was no choice; when the sect was founded, Miss Kelaien's teaching duty was specifically wilderness survival training.

These Tianshen Sect students brought by Teacher Yan Sen originally lived in a universe with complex components but no concept of cultivation.

Now that cultivation exists, offering the inconceivable to beautiful otherworlds isn't much of a stretch.

Consider it an added element.

"Then, students, hold onto your resurrection artifacts just in case."

Miss Kelaien still had restraint—he only let these demigods reveal partial mythic forms, to avoid physical and spiritual distortions.

That would leave psychological trauma.

Even so, not long after, the training ground erupted with mutterings and mad Horned Sihou.

Zhong Li withdrew his gaze and asked: "Teacher Yan Sen, is this alright?"

"Anything beneficial to my disciples, I won't oppose," Teacher Yan Sen said with a smile.

"Likewise, fellow Daoists, teach your knowledge and skills in your own ways."

Teacher Yan Sen recalled the past: when he, as Su Zongzhu, entered seclusion, the Tianshen Sect, deprived of its core, was besieged by all factions.

By the time he broke through the Emperor Immortal realm and emerged, the Tianshen Sect was already wiped out.

"For cultivators, a long life always involves countless trials," Teacher Yan Sen shook his head.

If enduring hardship now strengthens his disciples' ability to stand alone, he wouldn't mind.

"This is also to give students another skill," Su Lin spoke with the tone of a seasoned veteran.

You must know the job market in the Cultivation Realm is fiercely competitive and heavily pressured.

Aside from the Hehuan Sect, which can barely skirt the edges of the Ten Thousand Worlds Communication Device for live streams, traditional cultivation careers like Talisman Dao, Pill Dao, and Artifact Forging are all saturated.

Taking this course could later help you develop toward the path of a Legendary Investigator.

Su Lin pushed his wheelchair away—he estimated that if the Tianshen Sect students were unlucky, they'd only get through one class today.

This is the limit of the disciples, not the elders'.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan also chose to take Feng Xiaoxiao back, citing her too young age, to attend preschool.

"Little Brother, if you like it, sign up," he said to Fang Zheng, who was watching.

Fang Zheng shook his head as if he had a toothache.

He'd only come along with Yang Jian to watch the spectacle—after all, such a luxurious, starship-level lineup sounded incredibly appealing.

But after seeing it firsthand, he felt he'd long passed the age for enrolling in school.

As for Yi Yi, he now simply wished the child could live happily.

"I'll take Yi Yi's physical body—we should head back. You all keep busy," Fang Zheng said his farewell.

Though he'd merely been slacking off, his gains over this period were far from insignificant.

After the dungeon ended, he bought some materials and asked Elder Yao Chen to forge the perfect physical body for Yi Yi.

His martial path had also advanced greatly: using the collected soul qi to refine the Human Skin Scripture, with Meng Qi's help, he successfully upgraded it to the Yin-Yang Marvel Art: Emperor's Contemplation Method.

He needed to return and thoroughly digest it.

"What's that you're holding?"

As Fang Zheng was about to leave, Su Lin pointed at the plastic bag in his hand, filled with incense sticks and candles.

"A gift for Gao Shuhua."

Su Lin recalled briefly—he remembered Gao Shuhua was still a Gao Zhongsheng?

"Oh, a gift for your sister-in-law."

"Don't say that—I don't want to end up in jail!"

Fang Zheng always felt a cold draft at the back of his neck, as if a woman were dragging her fingernails across his nape.

Since moving here, he hadn't seen the Ghost Bride in a long time—he assumed it was because this place had too much yang energy.

But now that oppressive feeling was back.

Damn it, is my current strength still being suppressed?!

"Fine, then you'll sit with Song Shuhang, Weigong Shilang, and Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan from now on."

Su Lin caught sight of a woman in a phoenix robe and colorful veil, her figure elegant like a noble bride just married; after a moment's thought, he wrote Fang Zheng's name on his own schedule.

In the end, work still interfered with life, otherwise—

Su Lin's gaze idly swept over the people around him, then over the list of names in the group.

Fang Zheng felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp prickling with dread; he pointed to the narrow path descending from Water Mirror Peak: "Brother Lao, I'm going first."

"Go on— the Gu family's bloodline must continue."

"I'm surnamed Fang!"

Fang Zheng had no strength to complain; he sensed the icy chill behind him grow stronger, and hurriedly slipped away.

I wonder if Brother Lao's current state is just weak, causing the ghost bride's curse to resurface again in this immortal cavern realm.

But it doesn't matter— my blood qi is thriving right now!

"Chirp-chirp~"

Su Lin beckoned to the Qilin Divine Herb hidden nearby; the Qilin Divine Herb leapt over in three or four bounds, climbing onto Su Lin and nuzzling his head affectionately.

"Go help that big sister," Su Lin pointed behind Fang Zheng:

"I'll feed you Golden Kela later."

The purple Qilin Divine Herb excitedly performed a backflip, its four hooves soaring through mist and clouds, vanishing from everyone's sight.

"He calls me brother—I naturally can't stand by while my sister-in-law suffers."

Facing the skeptical glares around him, Su Lin said with a clear conscience: "Everyone being well is truly good."

If there's Xiao Xu Xian in the group, why not Fang Caichen?

"You don't look any better right now," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan reminded him:

"Let Teacher Yan Sen take a look at you."

Human energy is limited; when Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan focused on cultivation, his herbal arts fell behind.

But Yao Chen was different—he knew no matter how hard he tried in cultivation, he could never help Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan; instead, he devoted all his energy to the pharmacology of the myriad realms.

Yet even now, Yao Chen, after seeing Su Lin's condition, was at a complete loss.

But this guy is still running around lively and carefree, playing like a fool—even with cheat powers, it's truly outrageous.

Su Lin smiled: "The situation is a bit special."

"Su Daoist still owes me a sparring match—don't forget," Teacher Yan Sen changed the subject: "But I came today also to examine the injuries of several Daoists."

Teacher Yan Sen has already broken through to another level, but Su Lin knew the obstacle blocking his recovery wasn't anyone else—it was Su Tuoni.

To retain the bound Azure Celestial Phantasm and the inverted Kabbalistic Tree of Life emblem, while also repairing a body that shatters at the slightest touch.

Doing both at once is extremely difficult.

'But it's also a friend's kind gesture.'

Su Lin nodded to him and said: "Thank you."

Divine Capital.

A cold moon hung high; the river's surface shimmered like scattered silver scales.

Palace lanterns glowed brightly as night-blooming cereus reached full bloom.

Meng Qi set down the Ten-Thousand-Worlds Communicator and stood at the prow, admiring the scenery on both banks; noble scions and high officials raised cups in toast on their luxurious houseboats, making the night unusually noisy.

Unlike war-torn regions elsewhere, this place was always more prosperous.

He withdrew his gaze and turned toward the misty, hazy water; through the parting willows and flowers stepped a figure—clad in white, ethereal, with exquisite features and an otherworldly grace, stunningly beautiful.

"What were you just looking at, my husband?" Gu Xiaosang glanced at the Ten-Thousand-Worlds Communicator in Meng Qi's hand.

"Trivial matters from another realm's heavenly court," Meng Qi sighed, then added:

"Calling them trivial isn't right—they concern the myriad living beings. Logically, they should handle it themselves, but the stakes run too deep for immortals and gods to decide alone."

"Though you are a Celestial Immortal, you already carry the dignity of a Beyond-Reach one," Gu Xiaosang blinked.

"Don't tease me."

Meng Qi smiled awkwardly, reached out, took Gu Xiaosang's hand, and gently drew her into his arms, speaking with a hint of complaint:

"These are all Su Lin's affairs, but seeing how rare his day off is—and how injured he is—I didn't expose him."

"Otherwise, why would I come here to watch this?"

"I noticed your brow was weary, so I bought a flask of wine and some snacks," Gu Xiaosang lifted a bamboo tube and an oiled paper bag.

"My wife treats me so well," Meng Qi's lips curled slightly.

The two embraced tenderly; the pleasure boat swayed gently as the oar stirred the clear lake water, sending ripples outward.

From distant houseboats, music rose, answered by the clinking of cups and goblets.

The ceaseless storms of the martial world, grudges, loves, right and wrong—all became mere backdrop now.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of those lurking in the shadows.

From Gu Xiaosang's appearance, to her buying wine and food, to her return to this small boat and embrace with the white-robed Meng Qi.

This intelligence was compiled into text and presented in various forms to all sides.

Among them:

Crimson Robe Tower.

Located at the garden's center, nestled among towering trees, its surroundings quiet and half-hidden—it was the office of the Chief Inspector of the Six-Door Bureau.

"Crazy Blade Su Meng?! The Luo Sect's Holy Maiden Gu Xiaosang?!" Zhao Wuyan stared at the report brought by the constable, frozen in shock.

Not just him—Emperor, Prince Jin Zhao Yi, Fifth Imperial Prince Zhao Heng, Chief Inspector Sima Shi, and every Six-Door Bureau inspector present were all startled.

Those present wore expressions of shock or bewilderment, yet all could not hide the emotional turbulence in their eyes.

Crazy Blade Su Meng and the Luo Sect's Holy Maiden Gu Xiaosang are meeting secretly in the Divine Capital.

No! This isn't a secret meeting at all!

He was openly, with no disguise at all, as if afraid no one would notice, doting on each other on the garden lake of the Divine Capital.

If only one person had brought this intelligence, he would have assumed it was mere Wu Lin gossip and ordered the informant dismissed.

Zhao Heng felt an absurd sensation—he and Meng Qi had been teammates on missions for the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

He remembered Meng Qi had once fought and battled Gu Xiaosang.

But what about Miss Jiang and Miss Ruan?!

Could Meng Qi have been mind-controlled by a demoness?!

"What is this Mad Blade trying to do?" the Emperor frowned.

The Luo Sect's demoness is a colossal trouble; he didn't care what was truly between them, but such conduct would inevitably drag the Divine Capital into the vortex.

Who in the Jianghu doesn't know what Gu Xiaosang means to the Luo Sect?

"Your Majesty," Zhao Wuyan was about to speak when another message arrived; his face changed: "Mad Blade Su Meng has taken Gu Xiaosang to the Su Shi of the Divine Capital."

Zhao Wuyan's Adam's apple moved; he stood frozen for a long while, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

"He sent a wedding invitation to the Su Shi?!!!"

The Fifth Imperial Prince Zhao Heng shrank his neck, eyes wide, his head tilting back.

"How did he get word so fast?"

Purple lightning spread, shaking the void; a light laugh echoed through the place.

The two royal half-Body Formation experts immediately guarded before the Emperor, but when they saw the two figures appear in the center of the lightning, they both froze in unison.

Though far apart, there was a sense of being close at hand yet worlds away.

When Meng Qi, wielding the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber, walked slowly beside Gu Xiaosang, stepped forward, then dispelled his aura, appearing calmly and peacefully in the center of the Zhu Yi Tower's garden.

"Old Fifth Zhao," Meng Qi grinned, pulling out a red wedding invitation and handing it to him: "On my big day, don't forget to come on time."

Zhao Heng's expression stiffened.

Then he swung the Saber, silently slicing open the Divine Capital's great array, its power enveloping the entire city.

Body Formation

"Forgive the late intrusion," Meng Qi said, "my wife and I must pay a visit to the Langya Ruan Clan."

Gu Xiaosang nodded slightly; the two stood shoulder to shoulder and walked out through the broken array, leaving behind a pile of white jade used as a medium.

Moments later, messages arrived from the Six Ministries, even one from Gao Lan, in his capacity as Emperor of the Great Zhou, offering congratulations.

"That is the Kuangdao Bawang Bawang Saber."

Zhao Wuyan's expression was solemn.

This scene, this aura, reminded him of a legend from a bygone age that once severed the Middle Antiquity.

"Could it be…"

"Another Middle Antiquity Kuangdao Bawang Bawang?"

The Divine Capital erupted in uproar; after one night, the news spread across the land.

On the third day of the twelfth month, the capital of the Great Zhou, Mad Blade Su Meng and Luo Sect's Holy Maiden Gu Xiaosang celebrated their wedding.