Chapter 217: Only Be a Bastard, Never a Monster (Requesting Monthly Tickets

The battle lasted a day and night, its intensity horrific beyond measure, as if three Heavenly Sovereigns had fought to the edge of the universe—mere ripples dimmed the sun and moon, turned the skies to infernal artillery, and overturned the very order of heaven and earth...

As for the final outcome, there was no need to say—it was only natural that evil could not triumph over righteousness.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian felt a pang of sorrow, tears involuntarily streaming down his lips to express the hardship and suffering he had endured back then.

Plop—!!

A soft touch on his face crushed the smile he had just begun to wear.

Wu Xian blinked in surprise, turned his head—and saw Zhan Lan had awakened, her hand still on his cheek, glaring at him with irritation before sneering.

"You finally got what you wanted. How delightful, huh?"

Of course it is!

He thought this to himself but dared not speak it aloud; instead, he gave a look of helplessness and grievance, explaining:

"A Lan, how could you think that way? Yesterday, I acted wrongly because my inner demon took over—if I'd been sober, how could I ever have let you and Yingkong suffer such humiliation!"

"Don't give me that!"

Zhan Lan scoffed: "Yingkong already told me—your inner demon doesn't work like that. You've been lying to us all along, and you really thought we didn't know?"

"Ah, this…"

Wu Xian was stunned. He turned to Zhao Yingkong beside him—this cold, poised assassin girl had also awakened. Sensing his probing gaze, her cheeks flushed faintly, yet she met his eyes bravely and said:

"It was another Zhao Yingkong who told me. She said that when you returned from Ghost Street, you weren't affected by your inner demon at all. On the contrary, you seemed to have awakened the Light of the Soul and officially entered Fourth Tier Mid-Level."

So it was her… Damn it! I forgot there was someone in the team who truly possessed the Light of the Soul.

Even if it was incomplete, it was still the Light of the Soul. Under no guard whatsoever, it was only natural she sensed my breakthrough to Fourth Tier Mid.

But wasn't Zhao Yingkong's main personality already asleep? How could she have awakened again after only a few days?

"It was me."

Zhan Lan snorted: "I found out about her condition from Yingkong. For these past few days, I've been trying to use my telepathy to help her resolve the conflict between her main and alternate personalities. I never expected it would accidentally awaken the other Zhao Yingkong."

"But her current state is extremely peculiar—not that she's weak, but she's temporarily lost the ability to seize control of Yingkong's body. It's as if she's now more like the alternate personality… or rather, she's forgotten how to use this body. She feels more like an outsider."

"There's such a thing?"

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow, recalling the final boss of the last horror film: 【The Forgotten One】, and the Light of the Soul ability he displayed.

"Forgotten… It seems he wanted Yingkong to forget her own existence and essence—so he could more easily seize this body."

Too bad human plans can't match heaven's design. If not for having read the plot beforehand, who would've guessed Zhao Yingkong was schizophrenic—and her main personality a Fourth Tier powerhouse with an incomplete Light of the Soul? Where would you even go to complain?

Wait—something doesn't add up.

Wu Xian blinked, glancing from Zhao Yingkong to Zhan Lan, then, after a long pause, asked guiltily: "Uh… if you both already knew I was faking it… then why last night…?"

"Shut up!"

Before Wu Xian could finish, Zhan Lan's face flushed crimson. She finally released her grip and sighed softly:

"Do you think I don't know what's going on in your head? You probably lusted after Yingkong the moment you were trapped in the curse, didn't you? But I've already prepared for this. After all, I was the one who pursued you first, and we never truly married. It's only natural you'd grow fond of another girl."

"A Lan… I never thought of leaving you."

Wu Xian's expression changed instantly; he hurried to explain.

"I know. You want to have both me and Yingkong, right?"

Zhan Lan sneered: "Don't forget I used to write novels—even if they were girls' fiction, I've read a few popular boys' fiction. Hmph! You men are all the same—always daydreaming about harems, wanting to sleep with every girl you meet. You're all perverts!"

"I didn't! I never did! You're slandering me!"

Wu Xian widened his eyes and denied it three times in a row.

True, he had once fantasized about being a stud with a harem—and even acted on it. But that was the Ancient Martial Wu Xian. What does that have to do with the Reincarnator Wu Xian?

He asked for so little: just a pair of wings to soar through the sky. In 2007, when female protagonists in novels routinely had dozens of lovers, he was practically innocent.

"That's true—you didn't. At least not before we became official. You never planned to have children, and your relationship with Yingkong was purely accidental…"

As she spoke, Zhan Lan's cold expression softened. Finally, she sighed and laid her head on his chest, whispering: "Actually, I've already come to terms with it these past few days. We're all Reincarnators. Unless we escape the Main God's space, we could die at any moment in a Lunhui world—like in the last world…"

"So I don't mind you being with Yingkong. She's strong—stronger than me. She deserves to stand beside you. I want someone by your side who can fully support you, even protect you in critical moments."

"But… I'm still a woman. When something like this happens, of course I feel uneasy. That's why I ignored you for a few days. I never expected you'd come up with such a ridiculous act to fool us. So fine—I'll let Yingkong and I go along with it."

She added, pinching him sharply, voice dripping with sarcasm: "So? Don't I look just like the main wife in a harem novel now?"

Wu Xian felt awkward, but reached out and pulled both Zhan Lan and Zhao Yingkong into his arms, whispering softly: "It may sound shameless, but I truly don't want to let go of either of you. But don't worry—I, Wu Xian, will only ever be a bastard, never a monster. As long as I live one more day, I swear I won't let you die before me!"

Zhan Lan rolled her eyes. "What a bizarre love confession. Makes me want to punch you."

Then, as if remembering something, she grew serious: "Let's leave it there for now. The priority is Yingkong's problem. Have you figured out how to solve it?"

(End of Chapter)