Chapter 697

Wei Gong Weigong Shilang has been completely unresponsive to this day.

After a busy yet fulfilling day ended, those who returned to Eternity Pavilion in the dead of night saw Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan studying the medicinal properties of a luxuriant orchid emitting purple mist.

"He said he'd go home to notify someone, but now he's completely unreachable," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan asked, "Do you have any leads?"

"."

I don't know, but he's probably still alive. With his current strength and physical resilience, even encountering a slaughterhouse would be just a minor skirmish.

"Before he left, he told me to ask you: is the Knight King back home still carrying the Divine Authority Sword and the Token of Power that Merlin gave? Should we return them?"

It seems the crossover between the Marvel Universe and the Type-Moon Universe was canceled, yet that guy Merlin has been bizarrely shuttling between the two universes.

Tony Stark was asking just a few days ago why the British Captain has a cowlick.

"Amen."

Su Lin clasped his hands together and walked past Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan toward the interior.

For now, we can only pray that the rational and reasonable Cowlick King won't get involved.

"Lu Mingfei, you should start preparing the invitations and gift items soon—it's only a few days away, and some guests will arrive a day or two early."

"We can help you with other matters, but this one you must handle yourself."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan glanced at Lu Mingfei and said, "You're about to get married and still act like this. Don't wander around with them these days—focus on your duties."

"Isn't this about resolving anomalies?" Lu Mingfei shrank his neck and gave a sheepish grin.

These past few days, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan truly acted like an elder brother: he didn't let out his usual maniacal laugh, instead using Danfire to attempt crafting the Grand Void Jade Divine Pill for Su Lin, while also participating in the wedding planning for Lu Mingfei and Wei Gong Weigong Shilang, and spending his free time observing and learning from Yuyin Yonglin's pharmaceutical techniques.

"Isn't that just playing card game?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan said.

"We'd never have gotten into the Red Magic Mansion without Senior Xiao Yinghua," Huai Shi explained. "They're using real gear over there."

"Actually, it's the bloodline of Senior Su Lin and Senior Meng Qi… uh, a clone crisis." Song Shuhang realized he'd been tempting fate too much lately—he'd almost spoken without thinking.

However.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan stared at Song Shuhang's face, the medicinal herbs falling from his hand, "They have a child?!"

Song Shuhang: "."

Looked at the sky.

Even thinking it through wouldn't help.

Fortunately, Senior Meng Qi isn't here, and Senior Su Lin is disappointed because his recent display of divine power didn't turn out as expected.

"Senior Bai Qian told me earlier that the Jiuzhou No. 1 Group and the cultivator community have also prepared wedding gifts—I need to go back for a bit." Song Shuhang found a legitimate excuse for a strategic retreat.

Moreover, Wei Gong Weigong Shilang will be overwhelmed when the time comes—he still needs to go back and bring over Bie Xue Xianji and the other immortal chefs to help.

"I'll take care of Sandy for you," Kleine smiled faintly. "I once raised a hamster in my old days. I feel nostalgic."

"I'll take care of Sandy for you," Kleine smiled slightly. "I used to keep a hamster back in the old days, and it brings back some nostalgia."

Song Shuhang placed the squirrel in Kleine's hands, instructed the little creature to behave, then hurried off.

"How do you even write an invitation? And what about gift items?" Lu Mingfei only now realized he'd never actually seen a wedding invitation in his life.

When he was in school, he just followed his uncle and aunt to banquets, and he and Fatty Lu Mingze only had to stuff their mouths—he only ever heard his aunt tell him to eat more, that skipping even one piece of meat would disrespect the red envelope they'd stuffed him with that day.

But now it was his turn, and he didn't even know how to handle any of the details.

As for gift items… he'd only ever seen the candy wrappers left behind by Lu Mingze.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan sighed helplessly. "Just write 'Inviting so-and-so and family,' add some polite phrases at the front, and fill the gifts with pills, minor artifacts, and spirit fruits."

He'd been transmigrated for so many years, yet now he felt more like a modern person than Lu Mingfei.

He had been transmigrated for so many years that now he felt more like a modern person than Lu Mingfei.

Immediately, brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone were prepared. He made a sample draft. Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan glanced at it and thought it was acceptable, so Lu Mingfei placed the items into a red festive box and handed it, along with the invitation, to Huai Shi beside him.

"Don't forget to show up on time," Lu Mingfei declared proudly.

"." Huai Shi stared at the line reading "Heartily inviting Huai Shi and family to attend," and felt it was somehow hellish.

Lu Mingfei realized his mistake and quickly explained: "Uh, I meant invite you and your younger sisters to attend."

That was truly hell—the specific hell reserved for Mr. Huai Shi.

"Thank you, Senior Xiao Yinghua," Huai Shi sincerely expressed his gratitude.

After all, this was the first banquet invitation he'd ever received in his life—and from the legendary top star of the male host world.

Thinking carefully, if he'd ever encountered a yakuza heiress buying out his contract, he wouldn't have resisted becoming a male host so much back then.

Think about it—if I had ever encountered a situation where a gang boss's daughter bought out and went straight, I wouldn't have resisted becoming a male host so much in the first place.

Tong Ji, that wicked woman, just woke up and told him to return—she'd help prepare the wedding gift as a contribution.

He had nothing to his name and had planned to play the cello on the street for entertainment, but now that he had something presentable, as long as he didn't instantly die upon returning, get bagged and beaten, dragged into the Astronomical Society, or stalked by the Rancher from some dark corner…

He had nothing to his name and originally planned to play the cello on the street for tips, but now that he had something presentable, all he needed was to get back without dying on the spot, getting bagged and beaten, dragged into the Astronomical Society, or being watched from some dark corner by a rancher.

Hard to say.

【Look around—who else would dare show up empty-handed? Your sister was once a respectable person. Hold your head up. Don't disgrace yourself!】

【Look around—who else would dare show up empty-handed? Sister was once a respectable person. Hold your head up and don't shame us!】

Fine—if the Astronomical Society catches me, I'll hand over Tong Ji.

If the Rancher catches me, I'll just say I've wandered half my life and beg him to be my adoptive father.

Passing through the entrance, walking through the four-and-a-half-mat tea room, Huai Shi pulled out the "Legend" manga series, took a deep breath, and rushed into the interdimensional gate.

"Wasn't he wanted?" Su Lin, limping, arrived at Himekami's treasure chamber as Huai Shi vanished.

Shi Hao inside the Fountain of Infinite Life seemed to have entered a strange state: his 365 outflowing acupoints opened, reflecting countless dark, profound chaotic spaces, while the golden sea of bitterness beneath his navel shone brilliantly, waves surging continuously toward every acupoint.

Ye Fan remained conscious. Through the City Lord's token of Tiancheng, he opened a spatial rift and poured out an absurdly excessive amount of Five Element spiritual energy resources.

The attempt to create a new method has apparently begun.

The attempt to create a new method has apparently begun

Across from Kaguya sat a dry landscape rock arrangement representing Mount Penglai; she sat on the corridor watching this scene, when she saw Su Lin walking over: "What's on your leg?"

"A wild raccoon. Might carry trash-bin virus."

Su Lin saw Shi Hao and Ye Fan already busy; he grabbed Xing by the back of his shirt and yanked it off his right leg: "Let the first ones get rich and lead the others—instead, they just took the cultivation technique."

"It's too late. I don't have time to practice for two and a half years at Shili Slope," Xing said flatly. "All mission roles on the Astral Express are occupied. You're responsible for this."

"." Su Lin tugged at his mouth, his five fingers struggling to move, then finally pulled out a Universal Awareness Rune.

Inside a theater blending Baroque and futuristic aesthetic design.

The tides of black and white gradually calmed; the realms of void and existence dissolved like illusions, leaving only the sacred chants praising the Glory of Merit, billions upon billions of voices singing the ancient poem.

A massive train, its wall lamps gilded with the luster of aged copper, now rested here; after the cabin doors sealed with a hiss of steam, the panoramic windows reflected the luminous trails of hyperspace jump—flowing like colored silk.

Inside the carriage.

On a long table etched with star maps, a 3D route projection continuously shifted.

On a row of leather sofas sat the Astral Express crew, silent and motionless.

"." Huang Quan silently glanced at the crew members to her left, then at Sunday, gazing at an alien bonsai: "."

Complete silence.

Her long blade slowly slid back into its scabbard. "Not fighting anymore?"

They simultaneously pulled out a Universal Awareness Rune not belonging to any current interstellar communication device.

"." Walter pressed his thumbs against his brow and said: "Forgive me, but our train is en route to pick someone up, then attend a friend's wedding."

Sunday nodded: "Me too."

"Small world—we can all go together and come back together," San Yue Qi tried to lighten the mood, then awkwardly smiled: "Right?"

Train Crew: "."

Sunday: "."

Huang Quan's eyes lowered slightly; she thought for a moment, her gaze sweeping between the two sides: "So what's the situation now?"

"Intermission."

"Son of a bitch."

Thud—a solid figure slammed into the wall of Dorm Room 210.

"Jiawen, feel this guy's ass!"

"Holy shit, I'm an Imperial Prince—I don't like other people's assholes! If you're gonna feel, feel here!"

"Fuck! You two faggots, get the hell away from me?!"

In the dim bedroom, near the bathroom, among several bunk beds, Ge Xiaolun clutched his chest, staring in terror at the two "faggots" before him.

"Faggot your grandpa!"

He was met with a barrage of punches and kicks; the muffled thuds echoed in the room until a shout came from the next room.

"Damn it… this kid's clearly training behind our backs! My fists are bruised to hell—look!" Zhao Xin raised his blood-red fists, then pointed at Ge Xiaolun, whose terrible acting still wailed in agony.

"Fuck. Get up, stop acting!" Cheng Jiawen kicked Ge Xiaolun: "What miracle pill did you swallow? Or did you jump off a cliff and find a Wu Gong manual?!"

"No, what are you two even doing?" Ge Xiaolun gritted his teeth: "Can't it just be because I worked hard?!"

"Fuck you!" Zhao Xin immediately waved his hand: "Lately you've been vanishing and reappearing, always reeking of alcohol and perfume, then the next day you train like you swallowed ten bottles of Viagra."

"Can you not be so crude?!" Ge Xiaolun slapped away Zhao Xin's flailing limbs.

"Hey hey," Cheng Jiawen patted Ge Xiaolun's chest: "Don't blame us for not warning you—someone upstairs has noticed you. They told us to keep an eye on you. Get it?"

"What?!" Ge Xiaolun blinked: "Me?"

"Your usual cocky attitude is totally suspicious. Last month, you secretly kept that alien armor from the battlefield…"

"Can't I loot gear from corpses as a collection?"

"When you fought those demon alien soldiers, you used a high-tech laser cannon in front of the goddess—our school doesn't have that."

"I…"

Ge Xiaolun punched the wall, retorting: "I'm gifted! I love inventing—is that illegal?!"

"And that—"

"The poster of the blonde beauty on your bedside—Baidu Image Search can't even find the source. Not that I'm saying where it came from," Zhao Xin said.

"Fuck, that's my sister!"

"Your sister looks like that?!"

"My sister Lux is the most beautiful woman in Demacia!"

Only when saying this did Ge Xiaolun straighten his back, his tone utterly fearless.

Zhao Xin and Cheng Jiawen exchanged glances, then immediately moved in, eagerly brushing dust off Ge Xiaolun: "We're all family—look at this mess."

"Get lost. Get the hell out."

Ge Xiaolun brushed their hands away with disgust.

"You're not a real brother!" Zhao Xin cursed:

"They told us to watch you, so we jumped in—yet you? Today, either hand over the Wu Gong manual, or give us your sister's contact info!"

"We're brothers, heart to heart—you think with us," Cheng Jiawen sighed, lying back on his bed dejectedly: "It's pointless. We treat you like a brother…"

"No—" Ge Xiaolun started to speak, then his expression changed; he dashed into the bathroom.

Zhao Xin and Cheng Jiawen's eyes followed, fixed on the bathroom door.

After a while, Ge Xiaolun opened the door again, face beaming with delight.

"Only three minutes."

"Two minutes fifty-four seconds. You counted wrong."

"Shut up!"

Ge Xiaolun pulled out a wedding invitation and glanced at the two men silently glaring at him: "Don't say I'm not a good bro—I'm taking you guys to see the world, and after some spiritual pills, you'll be taking on those aliens like you've got god mode on."

Zhao Xin and Cheng Jiawen exchanged a glance, then nodded frantically, beaming.

"Uh…" Ge Xiaolun scratched his head, looked at the invitation, and said, "Aren't you two not family members?"

As he spoke, a handful of yellow paper and incense candles appeared.

The two men flanked the bewildered Ge Xiaolun and forced him to kneel with them toward the sky.

"Why not just swear brotherhood?"

The morning mist had not yet cleared when the torii of the Hakuji Shrine was already stained with crimson.

Reimu rubbed her eyes, leaning on her broom like a spineless creature; she wouldn't have left her warm bed if someone hadn't been setting up here so early.

"How to put it…" Reimu yawned. "I used to treat that crow tengu's newspaper as fake news, but now someone's actually holding a wedding at the Hakuji Shrine."

"Aren't your diary entries just a schedule?"

"Hm?" Kaguya pulled out a small notebook, looked up, and saw Lu Mingfei and Hui Liyi in their wedding attire, rehearsing like a pair of starry-eyed lovers.

"04.24, Tree of Imaginary Numbers. Already visited."

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"04.25, go to Hakuji Shrine with Su Lin. Someone is holding a wedding there."

"It really is like that?"

She took out a pen, scribbled on it, then ran up to Su Lin and held out the notebook.

——【Su Lin-sama, when are we going to have nightmares in Pinoconny?】

"Madam, I solemnly guarantee on behalf of my family," Sunday bowed gracefully beside Su Lin. "From now on, Pinoconny will know only sweet dreams."

He gave Su Lin a slight nod, then walked over to assist the construction crew building a special space and expanding the venue.

"Tch," Kaguya clicked her tongue.

"I was thinking, since I'm going to be conquered and unlock the CG anyway, why not bring Lingxian and Di as bedwarmers? Don't you want to consider it?"

"You've said it seven thousand three hundred and two times," Su Lin replied flatly, shrugging.

"Oh?" Kaguya lifted her head, thinking. "Wasn't it just a few hundred?"