Chapter 677: Seven Seven Seven Seven

The Grave of the Comrade Unicorn

Since the materials needed to be recycled and depreciated, Su Lin used a model as a symbolic tomb and buried it in Eternity Pavilion.

Su Lin glanced at the blurred image in the newspaper: “Don’t worry, I’ll send that Crow Tengu down to keep you company, Amen.”

He clasped his hands together and entered a moment of silence.

Shi Hao: “Is that guy mentally stable?”

“Doctor, can you save him?” Ye Fan asked.

Xiao Yan: “.”

Hard to say.

By the way, did that girl suffer some kind of trauma?

Xing Bao, who was normally mentally unstable, was sitting in meditation there, while Su Lin appeared to be the most abnormal one.

“What’s wrong with Brother Su?”

The group turned their gazes away from Xing and saw Yan Sen flying back from outside, his robes fluttering as his feet hovered in midair.

“Toy… no.” Lu Mingfei’s eyebrows twitched: “His Gundam is gone.”

That guy has been stuffing materials into the ‘Unicorn’ for a long time.

Its strength hasn’t increased much, but its value keeps rising, making even Lu Mingfei, a seasoned enthusiast, sometimes unable to recognize it as the ‘Unicorn Gundam’.

Just that horn alone seems to have been infused with some Dragon Pattern Black Gold.

This wastrel…

What kind of Gundam needs to be forged to the standard of an Emperor Weapon?

“Gundam? Basically, it’s a robot you can sit in,” Yan Sen thought for a moment and said: “I have a ready-made one that’s quite good.”

“Tony Stark said he’d build another one, but he complained the material cost was too high,” Lu Mingfei grumbled.

“I see.”

Yan Sen was confused.

He didn’t dwell on it too much; his recent days had been fulfilling, and after checking on the students’ progress at Shuijing Peak, he found the Disciples of the Heavenly God Sect had made great strides—so his mood was quite good.

“You’re sure?” Lu Mingfei was surprised.

Not much time had passed, and most of the instructors were absent; the Headmaster and the Three Pure Ones’ Vice-Headmasters had simply vanished, leaving only Emiya Shirou and others holding things together.

“Everyone learned how to cook,” Yan Sen said, satisfied that the students had mastered the art of Spiritual Cuisine—a course the Heavenly God Sect had never offered before.

“Isn’t he supposed to teach swordplay and blacksmithing…?”

“White Daoist is also teaching; he’s excellent at arranging arrays.”

Yan Sen pulled out his phone and showed Lu Mingfei a photo: it depicted excavators and Heavenly God Sect disciples who had modified them with arrays.

“After hand-pulled tractors come excavators?!”

Lu Mingfei twitched his lips and asked: “So… is there any normal teaching?”

Is there a more normal way to teach?

He had originally thought placing Angre as headmaster would ground the aesthetic, but now he worried his own world’s buddies were being corrupted.

“I think it’s perfectly normal,” Yan Sen flipped through his phone and opened a video:

“Oh, and there’s Tony Stark’s AI and programming lessons—many students love that class.”

It showed a group of white-robed disciples sitting before computers typing furiously; one cold-faced man typed at lightning speed, far ahead of the rest, having learned to control an excavator’s Yin-Yang Ice-Fire Array to cook food.

Lu Mingfei: “.”

Who’s best at using a computer to control an excavator for stir-frying?

New Oriental Mayflower calls Lanxiang.

“This is a legitimate cultivation sect, not a vocational school, guys!” Lu Mingfei even spotted the insane teachers from the Equipment Department mingling among them:

“Hey, Sect Master over there—aren’t you going to do something about your sect’s aesthetic?”

Su Lin glanced at Lu Mingfei listlessly and retorted: “If it were you teaching, what would you teach? Your strongest skill.”

“Red Dot Interstellar…” Lu Mingfei began, then suddenly fell silent.

As if his status bar had been shattered, he collapsed to his knees, unable to rise.

This sect is doomed; even my closest friends I brought over are now twisted.

Inside Eternity Pavilion, the rabbits were frantically repairing the house, hurrying about with wood and tools.

“Princess, please abandon this idea,” Yuyi Yonglin shook the test tube containing the crystalline substance.

“I haven’t even spoken yet,” Huiye smiled indifferently. “I only need to find some auxiliary herbs to make a new Penglai Elixir.”

Yuyi Yonglin set the vial down: “You should understand—the Penglai Elixir may not work; healing a Creator is not easy.”

The process of making the Penglai Elixir isn’t difficult, and the ingredients are easy to find in the Moon Capital; besides, the Moon Capital still holds one person who has consumed the Penglai Elixir—still imprisoned.

“What if I add my ‘name’ to it?”

Unlike the Penglai Elixir consumed by Chang’e, Yuyi Yonglin’s version, aided by Huiye’s power, was imbued with eternity and halted growth, granting the strongest immortality in the entire world.

The Name of Penglai

The Authority of Eternity.

“No.”

For the first time, Yuyi Yonglin actively refused Huiye’s request.

“Huh? Just try it!”

“If you fail, you’ll die.”

“I’m a Penglai person.”

“You’ll lose your power of eternity.”

Yuyi Yonglin’s expression remained calm: “Princess, you’ve seen that power—the one that drains, rather than destroys, the power of eternity.”

Unable to change her, Huiye knew arguing was useless; she only scratched her head awkwardly and left, taking the vial with her.

She walked down the long corridor to her room, opened the door leading to the courtyard and collection chamber, and found the number of group members had increased even more.

It was only natural—recently, she had begun storing the cross-dimensional talismans’ portals in her room as collectibles.

“Shirou, why is there a wooden plank here?” Illya asked.

“Ask me?”

Emiya Shirou, kneeling on the tatami with a full set of kitchenware like an old man, sipping tea and enjoying his leisure, couldn’t answer.

“That’s the entire ceiling of the Kinkaku-ji,” Huiye kindly explained. “The raw material is larger than any tree in the Fantasy Realm today.”

From her expression, she seemed delighted?

“Your medicine,” Huiye handed the crystalline substance to Shi Hao and Ye Fan, who had just emerged from the Fountain of Life, wiping their upper bodies.

“The Fountain of Life works wonders,” Shi Hao asked: “Can I take some back with me?”

Ye Fan glanced at Shi Hao—he had originally planned to buy some to sell as new merchandise.

With someone else speaking first, he found it hard to speak up.

“That divine treasure is an infinitely gushing Fountain of Life—in the literal sense. Take as much as you want,” Huiye said confidently, hands on her hips.

“What is this kind of stone?”

Zhongli held a gift box, curious: “Strange shape and texture—the surface constantly emits a scorching heat, yet it doesn’t seem to contain elemental power.”

“That’s the Aether Red Stone.”

Huiye flashed to the side: “When I was on the Moon…”

Before she could explain, two hands simultaneously grabbed the stone.

Xing and Su Lin exchanged glances, faces blank, their thumbs and index fingers gripping half the stone each.

Zhongli asked, puzzled: “What are you two doing?”

“Becoming the Ultimate Being.” X2

One Star Core and one Star God are already ultimate—how much more ultimate can you get?

“You already have a Stand.”

“Are you giving up being human?”

“But I was always a Star Core.”

Some who understood turned away in discomfort, abandoning thought.

The room’s collection wasn’t limited to these: a bowl forged from brilliant diamonds, a shield perpetually burning, seven-colored branches, the Balkan Cannon, a micro-Planck bomb, a Lunar Battle Tank, a Lunar Recon Vehicle—all placed within this room capable of infinite extension.

In the infinitely extending room.

Every year, Eternity Pavilion hosts the Moon Capital Exposition—“The Ten Thousand Phenomena of the Moon Capital”—displaying objects related to the Moon, and Huiye enjoys showing off her rare treasures.

“But why have so many of you come over? Is Lu Mingfei planning a wedding?” Huiye asked.

“Weddings are major life events—they require rehearsals and preparations, including venue arrangements. In Lu Mingfei’s original world, others would handle it.”

Zhongli smiled and placed the box in Lu Mingfei’s hands: “If the location is the Fantasy Realm, we’ll need everyone’s input—I’m quite skilled in such ceremonies.”

Though deeply moved,

“But Lord Zhongli, aren’t you just a guest advisor of the Afterlife Hall?”

“It doesn’t matter—weddings and funerals share common ground.”

“Indeed, marriage is the grave of life,” Su Lin agreed.

Su Yuling, shut up!

Lu Mingfei bared his teeth, though the threat meant nothing to Su Lin.

"So we came over to see if there's anything we can help with," Emiya Shirou said with a smile.

"The bride is Japanese, right? Then I can help you with the local customs and procedures—and of course, I’ll take care of the wedding banquet preparations."

Emiya Shirou used to help out at Fujimura Taiga’s house, and Old Man Lei Hua would give him plenty of pocket money; Fujimura’s family ran the largest local yakuza gang in Fuyuki, and he had picked up many traditional customs by osmosis.

At that moment, Song Shuhang also brought Dou Dou across dimensions.

"Originally, Elder Bai wanted to invite the Bie Xue Immortal Maiden’s lineage to handle the immortal cuisine for the banquet, at his own expense—but when they heard Emiya the Chef was here, they offered to do it for free, purely for the sake of culinary exchange," Song Shuhang brought good news.

Lu Mingfei stood frozen for a moment. Holding the wedding at the Hakurei Shrine had been a spontaneous idea he thought was decent—but now he watched the room grow increasingly lively, with people discussing how to arrange the ceremony.

If someone said he had once been lonely, he truly didn’t feel it—he was just afraid of change.

In the past, he always thought it was fine to daydream about his beautiful senior sister, eat late-night snacks and chat nonsense with his lazy senior brother—he wondered, what was lonely about this life?

He had imagined that if the world could just stay like this forever, it wouldn’t be bad.

But the world always changes—just like Jiangnan’s senior sister would marry, that fiery-haired witch who drove a Ferrari with such grandeur would eventually head toward a future unrelated to him.

When he came to his senses, everyone had left, the world had changed, and he, left behind, was pushed forward by it, stumbling awkwardly through puddles, reluctantly walking ahead.

For the first time, change wasn’t so hard for him to accept.

Perhaps because there were people waiting for him along the way.

Su Lin whispered in a broadcast voice: "He felt like sand had gotten into his eyes, and his chest felt warm—last time was when Eva sent him a birthday text."

"Isn’t it your master Professor Gudermann’s parents who love you?" Kleine asked.

People. And these two newborn bastards!

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei’s tear ducts retracted their fluid. He took a deep breath and said to everyone: "I still have to say—thank you all."

Outside the house.

"Em, bring some good tea for the guests, then take the red-haired guest to the kitchen—mind your manners."

Kaguya gently patted Inaba no Tsuki, who was trembling in the corner, and smiled: "I’ll temporarily overlook your theft and resale of my personal notebooks to the Karasu Tengu."

"Yes!" Inaba no Tsuki, as if granted amnesty, immediately went to gather her subordinates.

Not long after, a line of rabbit yōkai entered, each carrying a table on their heads.

Tonight, Eientei was more lively than ever before—even more so than during its last anomaly.

Kaguya, with a serene smile, directed her gaze toward a plant in the corner of the room: it resembled coral, yet bore no leaves or fruit.

The plant, "Udumbara," originally existed only in the Moon Capital, and in earthly legend, it blooms once every three thousand years as a phantom flower.

All things with form must perish; all life must one day die.

Because of the presence of "impurity," nothing on earth can escape this curse.

Coincidentally, Udumbara requires precisely this impurity—which grants death to gods—for nourishment; it should bloom quickly on the ground—but within the Fantasy Realm, it has remained utterly still.

"That’s a good thing."

The Fantasy Realm gradually came under the clean, cold light of the moon.

Hōrai Mountain Kaguya looked up at the moon and pulled out her PSP, resuming her previous save file.

The next day, the Hakurei Shrine.

The full moon had just sunk behind the bamboo grove; the east had barely turned pale when a group appeared at the shrine’s gate, shaking the bell to wake the red-and-white shrine maiden wrapped in her blanket.

She didn’t look like she was in good spirits?

"Checking the wedding venue? You really are holding the wedding at the shrine? Then place the deposit in the offering box over there," Hakurei Reimu’s gaze suddenly turned icy, and she snarled.

"Damn gap thief—if I catch you, I’ll make you hibernate until the third spring!"

Reimu possessed the ability to manipulate spiritual energy; under her influence, the spiritual energy within the shrine grounds had thickened to the point of being visible to the naked eye.

'This witch’s spiritual density rivals the medicinal fields of Shuijing Peak—is she a monster?'

Su Lin took the opportunity to scold the Yokai Sage.

Unaware that Kleine’s expression, maintained with effort, was growing increasingly strange.

He should’ve turned the projection in the offering box into real money.

Ding ding dang. Ding ding dong dong.

The moment the offering box was full, Hakurei Reimu immediately shut the door, changed into her shrine maiden attire, and stepped out.

She glanced at Su Lin, suddenly recalling the photo in the newspaper, blushed, and coughed twice.

Why are you blushing?

"What did Su Lin do at the shrine yesterday?"

"Just a simple monetary transaction."

"?"

The shrine atop the cliff, usually quiet except during banquets, had unexpectedly become lively in the morning.

This commotion naturally woke the "squirrel" hiding on the rafters; it climbed down the beam and peered outside.

"Am I imagining things? It seems there are two familiar faces inside."

"It’s normal for people to look alike—look closer, they’re still different. See that guy who looks like a good person? He’s just an ordinary face."

[Senior Emiya, is the food supply sufficient?] The good-looking man.

"..." Chen Jun asked: "Could you ask where Emiya Shirou is?"

"Servant Emiya and Cielo are currently imprisoned in the Thirteenth District for selling pirated discs and contraband. Emiya Shirou and Kiriya Sakura are in Shadow City."

[Having one wedding is no different from two—why not just marry Illya?] A young man with a flame mark on his forehead asked.

"The Enforcement Team is wrong! Bring Emiya Shirou here—and release the one in jail too!"

(End of Chapter)