Chapter 1813: The One Who Pretends to Sleep Cannot Be Woken

The events of the past cannot be changed now; whether you know them or not, it doesn't really matter.

But after finding out the truth, Xiao Feng still felt somewhat helpless.

In the face of calamity that could wipe out a clan, some people, for self-preservation, can disregard righteousness and betray the homeland and people that raised them.

Selfish people exist everywhere; this cannot be changed.

He told Xiao Mi about this.

After hearing it, Xiao Mi also felt sorrowful, but upon learning that her ancestors' essence blood had been used to unleash the Heaven-Shaking Arrow, which killed seven Venerables, she felt comforted for her forebears—at least they had not died in vain.

"Heaven-Shaking Arrow, can you tell me the list of Venerables who acted against the War Ancient State back then? If I get the chance, I'll deal with them one by one." Xiao Feng said again.

The Heaven-Shaking Arrow chuckled: "You don't need the list; when you meet a Venerable, just ask him how old he is. Anyone who reached the Venerable realm three hundred thousand years ago is basically our enemy."

"Uh…"

Xiao Feng was momentarily at a loss for words.

"So you mean the War Ancient State back then had the whole world as its enemy?"

"Yeah, aside from a few foreign Venerables like Kun Peng, Di Jiang, Lord of Stars, and Vermilion Bird, basically all of them have shown up." The Heaven-Shaking Arrow's tone carried a hint of helplessness and self‑mockery.

Facing so many Venerable‑level enemies, it would be strange if the War Ancient State had not fallen.

After all, at its peak the human race had only seventeen Venerables, and only two of them could be considered top‑tier Venerables.

It's only because the prosperous age was too glorious that the Primordial Ancestor Divine Spirit departed; relying solely on the Venerables to keep order was insufficient, which led to this tragedy.

If the Primordial Ancestor Divine Spirit were still present and could bestow its mighty power to protect the clan, those foreign Venerables wouldn't dare to even fart, let alone invade.

Primordial Ancestor Divine Spirit, forever the most important guardian of the people!

The inheritance site of the War Ancient State's emperor lies far away; even after flying for four or five hours, we still haven't arrived.

Along the way, Xiao Feng chatted with the Heaven-Shaking Arrow, hoping to learn more about ancient times.

But the Heaven-Shaking Arrow doesn't talk about everything; it only speaks when asked about the War Ancient State's affairs. For other questions—such as which Venerables are the strongest, where the Venerables' lair is—it refuses to answer.

Figuring it out, we've been online for about seven or eight hours already.

Xiao Feng thought, having acted as an "ordinary person" all night for the Lord of Time's older sister, she should be waking up soon.

"Heaven-Shaking Arrow, how much longer until we reach our destination?" he asked.

The Heaven-Shaking Arrow replied: "At our current speed, we'll get there after another hour of flight."

One hour… well, there are still several hundred thousand kilometers to go.

"I'd better log off for a bit; don't keep Auntie waiting too long, or she'll get angry—and that's serious."

Xiao Feng put the Heaven-Shaking Arrow away, sent Xiao Mi and He Xianzi back to the Mi Jing, and temporarily logged out of the game.

……

He opened his eyes; outside, the sky was already bright, the sun having climbed halfway up.

He glanced around; the living room was empty, and Chen Jie had not quietly gotten up and gone downstairs.

Xiao Feng used Divine Sense to send a mental message, asking Su Ni to bring two breakfasts over, then he went upstairs himself.

Arriving at the second‑floor bedroom, the door was still as he had left it the night—ajar—clearly the lady of the house hadn't moved all night.

He knocked on the door.

"Miss Chen, are you up yet?"

The person inside gave no response.

Xiao Feng pushed the door open and entered.

On the bed, the one feigning drunkenness was still pretending to sleep, now lying on her side; the thin blanket traced the curves of her waist, hips, and thighs—a pleasing sight.

A narrow beam of light slipped through the gap in the blackout curtains, falling on her cheek and intertwining with her messy hair to form a picture of a maiden in deep slumber.

"You'd better get up; if you sleep any longer you'll turn into a pig." Xiao Feng joked.

Chen Jie gave no reaction.

Seeing her unwilling‑to‑wake appearance, Xiao Feng knew she definitely still harbored some resentment.

This dissatisfaction might be toward her father, toward him, or toward her own lack of strength.

In short, her continued sleep is a hint that he must do something to cheer her up.

Such a cold‑hearted, peerless powerhouse would not throw herself into his arms like Dai Ni Si for coquetry, nor gently seek his protection like He Er Na, nor actively tease him like the witch Mi Nie Ya.

Being able to give a hint is already her greatest initiative; otherwise she'd just have to figure things out on her own.

Xiao Feng walked to the bedside, lay on the edge of the bed, and looked at her almost eye‑to‑eye for a while.

The sleeping Lord of Time emitted even breathing, her chest rising and falling slightly—just like a normal person's sleep, except she wasn't snoring.

Sunlight slanting onto her face would surely make an ordinary person uncomfortable and awake.

Yet she remained feigning sleep, letting the sunlight trace her facial contours, as if she were insensitive to light and heat.

At this moment, Chen Jie no longer bore her usual aloofness and arrogance; she looked like an ordinary girl, lazily asleep, endearing.

Xiao Feng steeled himself, reached out to tousle the messy strands on her face, and whispered softly: "Wake up, it's time for breakfast."

She still had no reaction.

From pretending to be drunk and collapsing last night until now, she's been like this.

Xiao Feng silently muttered to himself, wondering whether she even knows what an ordinary person's state is like.

She's asleep so deeply that even if someone shook her awake, she wouldn't know!

But he only dares to grumble in his heart; if he said it out loud, he fears he'd lose an organ.

"Sigh, my dear auntie, I dare not forcibly wake you, nor ignore you while you're addicted to the game—I'm in a tough spot." Xiao Feng gave a wry smile.

With others, he has never been this cautious.

Only Chen Jie, whose strength is overwhelming—able to decide life and death for him and everyone around—makes him dare not let her be the slightest bit unhappy; even waking her must be done gently, not even lifting the blanket or opening the curtains.

Chen Jie still wouldn't wake, and he could do nothing but obediently lie beside the bed, waiting for her to rise on her own.

From downstairs came the sound of Su Ni's footsteps and voice; breakfast had already been brought up.

Xiao Feng said: "If the breakfast gets cold, it won't taste good."

Chen Jie still hadn't moved…

As the saying goes, you can never wake someone who is pretending to sleep.

Sigh, what should I do?

Xiao Feng scratched his head.

After a few more minutes, Chen Jie finally moved!

Perhaps seeing Xiao Feng too timid, she realized continuing to pretend to sleep was pointless, so she woke herself up.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In her ink‑black pupils, Xiao Feng's worried, grim face was reflected.

Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she lightly laughed: "How did your courage become so small? Last time you were really brave."

I…

Xiao Feng instantly felt embarrassed.

Where was he brave? It was just that he had no choice…

Now he's so timid, it's not because this young lady is hard to please!

But he didn't dare say it out loud; instead he changed the subject, praising: "You actually laughed, that's rare, really nice."

Chen Jie turned over, found a more comfortable position, lay flat on the bed, grabbed a small pillow to rest his head, and replied: "Of course I'll laugh, it's just that there aren't many things worth being happy about, so I laugh little."

Xiao Feng, through the thin blanket, gave her a leg massage and asked: "Did you sleep comfortably last night? How is the experience of an ordinary person?"

Chen Jie let out a soft hum and countered: "If there really were a girl like me who got drunk and you brought her home, would you really spend the whole night playing games without touching her?"