Chapter 664

【The Fastest and Most Accurate Source of Truth in Gensokyo · Bunbun News (Wind Extra Edition)】:

Title: "The Secret of Eientei"

Shocking! The Thousand-Year Feud Between Princess Eientei and Fujiwara no Mokou Is All Because of Him? The Two Women and a Mysterious Outsider Man Are Entangled in a Hidden Love-Hate Drama.

Our reporter learned from insiders:

"To satisfy the physiological desires of this outsider man residing in Eientei, Hōrai-san Kaguya even brought two innocent rabbit yōkai and herself to his bed—she has admitted to having once been married to Fujiwara no Mokou."

Our reporter, committed to factual accuracy, gathered multiple pieces of evidence:

Including audio recordings of the party's confessions to Hōrai-san Kaguya, and the princess's love diary.

(Attached: Princess Eientei's love diary, victim interviews, photos of the three-way dispute!)

Su Lin put down the newspaper and stared at the system interface.

Manifestation Points: +1 +1 +2 +1 +1 +3

Can this kind of gossip really count as Manifestation in Front of Others?

Are you kidding? Whose fate or life could possibly be affected by such a stupid rumor?!

He stared blankly at the rising eastern sun, remembered that sunbathing boosts vitamin D activity and benefits health, so he first did a round of radio calisthenics.

A moment later, Su Lin picked up a bowl of dumplings and ate them with a side dish.

"Aren't you eating?"

A row of small tables sat on the tatami; across from him, the group of newspaper enthusiasts held their papers but made no move to pick up their chopsticks.

He worried their breakfast would grow cold.

"Hah… cough, you can have it all." When Meng Qi pushed his portion toward Su Lin, his stomach growled like a drum—he immediately changed his mind: "Never mind, my mortal body can't go without food."

Perhaps because the rice dumplings were too sticky, and Meng Qi was laughing while eating and thus distracted, he kept slapping his chest until he turned purple, as if choking.

"It really did affect fate." Su Lin clicked his tongue in amazement, sidestepping Meng Qi's hand reaching for help.

"This is way more gripping than a game," Lu Mingfei growled. "So you sneaked off last night to meet a Gensokyo girl?!"

"Do you believe tabloid newspapers or believe I'm Jesus Christ?" Su Lin shot back.

Lu Mingfei, about to speak further, suddenly froze—something about that remark felt off.

But it didn't matter—he had already sent the newspaper to a witch who occasionally sent him question marks and smiley faces, hoping to use it as an offering to quell her desire to kill him.

My dear friend, forgive me.

Lu Mingfei felt a quiet anticipation mixed with tension, like a lone man wandering Raccoon City with a red dot aimed at his head.

He was playing for the ultimate thrill.

Huai Shi removed his headphones; the melody of Shanghai Alice's Phantom Band still echoed: "Big Boss, isn't this classic misunderstanding exactly how a two-dimensional story begins?"

Young man, are you envious of this kind of misunderstanding?

Su Lin smiled.

"Cough… I'm just analyzing this from a narrative perspective," Huai Shi quickly explained.

"You're not wrong—this newspaper might just prompt Fujiwara no Mokou to come knocking on your door herself." Ke Lan flipped through the paper, then snapped his fingers without looking up, reversing Meng Qi's state back to before he ate.

"Whoa!" Meng Qi gasped for air.

Before the next piano key could be pressed, the sunrise fell, and the phoenix's cry echoed through the heavens.

"Kaguya, you bitch, and that man—get out here!"

"Who's fighting over your lover?!"

"You dare spread rumors but won't even open the door?!"

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

The pounding on the door and flickering flames formed a rhythm.

Ke Lan brushed honey over the rice dumplings, then calmly pulled out a chilled sweet iced tea to go with them. "Just simple deduction."

Fine, say it's so—I'm used to it by now. Even if you deduce the world ends tomorrow, I won't care.

"Why's this turkey yelling so early in the morning?"

Kaguya, half-asleep, rubbed her messy hair and opened the door with a yawn: "What's this?"

She glanced at the newspaper on the ground, bent down, and picked it up.

"Why am I dragged into this? There's a mole." Kaguya clicked her tongue, tossed the paper aside, and walked down the right side of the corridor: "I'll make you rabbit hotpot tonight."

"Eirin!"

"It's too noisy outside!"

A cry like a child calling for Mom to fix the problem.

Soon after, beams of light shot out from Eientei, and the external flames instantly died out.

"What do we do after breakfast?" Su Lin asked.

"Do you even have to ask?" Lu Mingfei leapt to his feet, energized. "Pilgrimage to the Hakurei Shrine!"

"I'm practicing with doujin music on the violin—I'll play a piece at the shrine later," Huai Shi pointed to his headphones.

Anyone seeing him would assume this guy practices with genuine devotion—even after everything happened, he still cares about his cello certification.

In truth, Huai Shi had analyzed internet and short-video earnings and realized he'd taken the wrong path—his looks and talent could make him a net celebrity faster than being a male host?

Meng Qi said: "Not my type, but I've read some anime back in the day—I'm fine checking it out."

Nidhogg, Azathoth, Yuan Huang, the future Taiyi—all ancient otaku. Looks like Earth's myths are just as dead.

Su Lin felt the group's members were currently splitting into two extremes.

Like those guys over there—their style feels completely out of place: the Capital Hun Tian Di, the Beast Milk Hun Tian Di, and the Cackling Yan Di forming the traditional school.

"Do you usually watch anime?"

Shi Hao: "No."

Ye Fan: "When I was on Earth, I considered investing in anime and film."

"I used to watch The Little Carp's Adventure and Big Head Son and Small Head Dad," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan nodded unexpectedly: "Now I still watch Doupo Cangqiong."

After Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan finished speaking, he noticed no one on the other side responded.

The shut-in men over there were staring at him with a complex gaze, reminding him of the new internet term he'd recently learned: "male gaze."

"No wonder it's you."

Paired with the vintage atmosphere of the house, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's words instantly elevated the mood.

"What's the difference?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan explained: "I sometimes play games with Huozi too—I can keep up with your era just fine."

"Then why haven't you upgraded new features in the group chat?" Su Lin asked.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan frowned: "What else needs upgrading in software that's basically the same as QQ? Recharging? QQ Show and QQ Pets?"

"Red envelopes, video calls, emoji packs."

"Does QQ have those things?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan looked as if he were hearing a fairy tale.

Alright, case solved.

But another problem arose: the group had originally planned to find that NEET as their guide, but she seemed to have gone out to hunt dinner ingredients.

Lingxian had been avoiding Su Lin all along.

Logically speaking, I'm the God of Light, not the God of the Sea—why should you fear I'll attack you?

Under these circumstances, there was no one in Everlasting Pavilion free and capable of acting as a guide, so a few busy people hastily formed a Stardust Crusade and set off toward the Hakkesho Shrine.

"There might be yao beasts on the road," Meng Qi said: "Little Black Dragon, if you encounter danger, make sure to protect me and the bald monk."

Lu Mingfei wiped sweat from his brow: "It's not like we're going to the West to fetch scriptures."

He looked toward the bald monk Meng Qi had mentioned; the man was now standing at the gate of Everlasting Pavilion.

Su Lin asked: "Want me to pull it out for you?"

"Pull it out! I'm going to beat you senseless!" Fujiwara no Mokou, pinned to the wall by the arrow, glared with eyes blazing with fire:

"Because of your nonsense yesterday, I lost all face before the Principle of Humanity!!!"

"Then go settle the score with the tabloid reporter, Brother Hong—you're full of energy! We'll go ahead then." Su Lin waved dismissively.

"Wait!" Fuwari Mihong shouted: "Are you really that woman Huiye's lover?!"

"Of course not."

Su Lin smiled with a hint of pride: "I already have a beautiful, lovely, and utterly perfect girlfriend—though she doesn't have white hair and red eyes, her gray hair is surprisingly nice too."

At that moment, he felt someone poking him from behind.

"What?"

"Just wanted to ask."

Whether or not it was related to severing his cultivation, Meng Qi felt his self-control in certain areas had weakened:

"I'm not one to gossip behind others' backs—I'm just curious."

"Huiye occasionally plays special jokes on you, and I've never seen her do that to anyone else—but you rarely react."

"You get it?"

"So last time I set you up on a blind date, I brought her along," Kleine tried to explain.

Seeing everyone else's similar expressions, Su Lin crossed his arms, thought for a moment, rested his chin on his right hand, and slowly realized something.

Lu Mingfei watched him, utterly speechless: "Where did this clueless male lead come from?"

"It's not that." Su Lin scoffed: "If we're counting time, it was ten thousand or even hundreds of thousands of years ago—I've forgotten."

"Since the seventh day I entered Eternity, whenever that thing got bored, it would interfere with me through speech."

"Do you have any idea how many times I've heard this? How many times has she said it?"

When Su Lin was engraving Carosso's Creation Law, Huiye, knowing he was immobilized, livestreamed games and passed the time with lewd jokes.

After playing those adult games for too long, the woman began to fix her gaze on the immobilized Su Lin, who was running Gu Tianwang, attempting some provocative stunts—what exactly they were.

In short: "Miss Huiye tried to make me confess my feelings."

Later, after Huiye grew tired of her stored games and realized Su Lin's Gu Tianwang couldn't be broken, she left first.

"You've known each other this long?"

"That's how time-based abilities work."

Su Lin crouched before the still-struggling Fuwari Mihong and smiled warmly: "So, Secretary Fuwari, I won't interfere as a third party in your relationship with Huiye—rest easy."

"A love-hate immortal couple is pretty compelling too."

Facing Su Lin's raised thumb, his bright teeth, and his smile.

Fuwari Mihong knew what each syllable of what Su Lin said meant individually, but couldn't understand the combined phrase.

"My relationship with Huiye?!"

"Yesterday I thought you were decent for providing seasoning—now I see…"

Realizing it, her body shuddered as if struck by a chill, and she roared: "You're just as hateful as that bitch Huiye!!!"

"Can you gain favor just by providing seasoning?" Su Lin asked in surprise.

"Aaaahhh! I don't want to beat you anymore—I'm going to roast you alive!!!"

Phoenix flames surged and rolled, but were restrained by the arrows—surely, the moment she broke free, she would attack Su Lin.

Phoenix

Meng Qi rubbed his chin, recalling how he too had once been hunted by a Demon Saint due to a misunderstanding.

Crack!

Crack, crack!

A glow flickered; Su Lin turned to see a Yatogami girl staring in surprise at her camera.

The first paparazzi of Gensokyo, Shameimaru Aya, known as Paparazzi Wen.

"Strange, I didn't turn on the flash?!" Paparazzi Wen scratched her head awkwardly, her Solemn Demeanor deepening:

"A married man from the outside world entangled in love and hatred with two Hōrai people—he loves her, she loves her, and she loves him?"

"Ssshh—!"

"Thank you so much! I'll report it exactly as is!!!"

Wild winds whipped leaves and weeds into a vortex, spinning rapidly before settling slowly, leaving only Fujiwara no Mokō's blank, hollow gaze and a few astonished tourists.

"Why didn't you warn me?" Su Lin glanced at Miss Kelaien.

"I did warn you," Miss Kelaien shrugged, swinging his cane. "I caused her camera to malfunction—but how those tabloid reporters write is beyond me."

"That stinking bird!" Fujiwara no Mokō turned, teeth clenched, toward Su Lin: "And you—"

She was furious at Su Lin's nonsense, though no one in Gensokyo took the Yatogami's newspaper as real news, its circulation reached even Hell!

"Which direction is Yatogami Mountain?"

"Huh?"

Fujiwara no Mokō frowned. "Yatogami Mountain is heavily guarded, and that Yatogami is fast. Kaguya said last night you came for treatment—you'd better not be foolish."

She studied Su Lin, recalling how silently he had appeared last night, controlling strange Shikigami—he was certainly no ordinary person, but in this state, catching that crow would still be difficult.

"Didn't you just want to roast me?" Su Lin smiled. "Just tell me which direction."

"Tch, whatever. Left."

"The first stop on Su Lin's Gensokyo tour changed—but why does it feel like it's become the order of a doujin?"

Nine phantom dragon shadows materialized in Su Lin's palm; he turned left, his smile brimming with lethal intent: "I'm chasing you—if I catch you, I'll hehehe~~"

Dragon roars shook the heavens!!!

Palm cradling Wuji, nine dragons resonated; as the furious dragon qi suddenly contracted, the invincible Battle Dragon Armor, once tainted by the Law of Light, reappeared over Su Lin's body.

A strand of white hair hung from the Dragon King Crown atop his head; his right hand gripped the Azure Jade Void Sword; his silver-scaled dragon robe rippled in the wind; his figure stood firm amid swirling azure sword qi.

"Lend me the Absolute Blade."

"Take it yourself."

Meng Qi pointed to one of his own acupoints.

Su Lin's left hand grabbed at empty air, his arm suddenly heavy; he yanked hard, dragging out Meng Qi—his temples streaked with gray, clad in a Daoist robe, before his journey westward.

Meng Qi's historical projection touched his own acupoint, grasping the Tyrant Absolute Blade, wreathed in purple lightning.

"Nine Dragons Unite!"

An ancient bronze cup materialized before him; in an instant, black-and-white chains holding the secrets of cause and effect shot into the void, and Su Lin transformed into a pure white Light Dragon, roaring into it, Meng Qi's form following close behind.

With the combined technique, a dragon's roar tore through the heavens, thunder rolled, and starlike spiritual rain fell, nourishing mountains, rivers, and all things.

"Dragon clan?" Fujiwara no Mokō blinked.

"If he really is a dragon, fine," Lu Mingfei grinned, baring his teeth: "But no dragon's ever been this perverted—broken and still this strong..."

"He's already held back," Zhou Mingrui stepped before Fujiwara no Mokō, removed his hat, and revealed a gentle smile:

"Could you tell me how to get to the Hakkeshin Shrine?"

"The Emperor seems to have gone to sell medicine with Reisen—lucky him."

Hōraisan Kaguya stepped out from the doorway, looked up at the sky, sighed while crossing her arms, then turned to Fujiwara no Mokō, pinned to the wall, and asked:

"Turkey, why are you still here? Even if your color scheme matches, you can't cosplay Inuyasha."

"I came here to settle scores with you!" Fujiwara no Mokō spat, then frowned: "And that diary in the newspaper—it's your handwriting."

"Mm."

Kaguya fell silent for a moment, then covered her face with laughter: "Are you jealous?"

Phoenix flames flared, but as Mokō's fury surged, Kaguya seized the arrow's tail feathers and yanked hard outward.

Blood on the arrowhead blazed fiercely; Kaguya stared at the sharp tip for several seconds, then poked it with her finger, letting crimson blood drip onto Mokō's lips.

"Do you still think you're human?"

"What do you mean?"

Mokō's angry expression stiffened.

"After a human drinks Hōrai's medicine, the body ceases to decay, lives forever, forbidden to die, forbidden to ascend to immortality—even if flesh and soul are utterly destroyed, one may be reborn elsewhere at any moment."

She slowly, deliberately, pulled out the arrow embedded in Mokō's right wrist:

"Not to mention you, fused with the 'Bird of Rebirth,' are no longer human—even your heart knows it, doesn't it?"

Mokō endured the unbearable pain without a sound.

"For eternity, untouched by time, even the most novel things eventually grow tiresome."

"Understanding that past sorrows and troubles don't matter, eternity doesn't matter—only present joy matters."

"But after years, when he forgets the scale of time, daily life is drowned in boredom, clinging to the humanity that remains before returning to nothing, wavering between fleeting moments and eternity."

Kaguya pulled out the last arrow and dropped it on the ground, opened her hands, and smiled with a trace of regret:

"Perhaps in another few thousand years we might see this scene—but that guy's recently been 'conquered,' so it'll probably be delayed."

"I once planned to make myself an optional romance route, trying to change things."

"What a pity."

"You're still exactly the same as back then..." Mokō's eye twitched, her expression growing strange:

"None of the other Hōraisan Kaguyas in Gensokyo are this sadistic."

"In survival, find the joy of living—you too." Kaguya smiled and asked, "Red, wouldn't it be better to have another interesting kindred spirit?"

"Don't call me with that disgusting word."

"Turkey."

"Get lost!"