Chapter 662: The Disciple Who Disrespects His Ancestors! The Countdown to Life

“This… really work?” Xiyou Luofu still looked uneasy.

After all, the ideas now came from other Luofu, but whether they succeeded or failed, it was his own life at stake.

Xiyou Luofu couldn’t afford to take it lightly.

“Relax, I guarantee it,” Qin Shi Luofu said. “As long as Itachi turn the tables and kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, the Shangqing Holy One will surely take notice—Itachi’re too good a prospect for the Jie Sect to let slip away.”

“Wait a minute,” Xiyou Luofu suddenly had a flash of insight. “Is the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord really that easy to kill? Even if I share everyone’s abilities, the localization process alone will take a long time—what if he strikes me before I can resist? And the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord isn’t alone—he has seven female disciples.”

“Those seven spider spirits are manageable, but the real question is: how do Itachi survive until Itachi’re strong enough to kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord?” Honglou Luofu frowned.

“True, the seven spider spirits are simple,” Zhetian Luofu agreed. “They’re already estranged from the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, scheming against each other. And Yuan Shi Tianzun was right—Jie Sect truly lacks moral cultivation. If Itachi truly have the power to kill him, those seven spider spirits might even come to Itachi themselves, asking Itachi to capture Tang Sanzang.”

“This…” Xiyou Luofu let out a bitter laugh, forced to admit that Luofu understood the relationship between the spider spirits and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord far better than he did.

Now the key question arose: how could Xiyou Luofu, a mere nobody with zero cultivation, survive until he was strong enough to kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord?

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t sit idly by while Luofu grew strong enough to threaten him.

He might even seize Luofu the moment he sensed abnormal power growth.

“There’s one non-solution,” Shashen Zhe Luofu said. “Try using the excuse of traveling to seek enlightenment to temporarily leave Huanghua Temple. Wait until Itachi’re strong enough, then strike back. At the very least, find a way to escape—never stay under the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord’s watchful eye. The localization process alone would give him reason to exterminate Itachi completely.”

These three Luofu, though far stronger than the last batch of unlucky ones, were perhaps an exception—Xiyou Luofu’s situation was essentially a countdown to his own death.

One misstep, and he could be casually eliminated by the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, dying without a sound.

Though many Luofu offered suggestions, Xiyou Luofu had to admit: whether he survived truly depended on luck.

Other Luofu couldn’t help him in their own worlds.

Xiyou Luofu knew his immediate priority was to escape Huanghua Temple after returning, to plan for the future. There was no other option—he couldn’t just wait to be wiped out.

He sighed deeply, his gaze falling on Shashen Zhe Luofu beside him. “Forget me—my situation is passive. Yours is self-inflicted. Itachi really are a lustful fool—daring to flirt with the Martial King?”

At the mention of himself, Shashen Zhe Luofu immediately wore a bitter smile.

“I never expected Lu Hao, who’d never left Lushan Nunnery, would suddenly descend for no reason. Had I known it was Lu Hao, even with a lion’s heart, I wouldn’t have dared flirt with her. And Itachi know my background—my parents were high-ranking officials of the Five Hells Holy Church, sacrificed fighting the Unsubmissive Gods. I’m pure-blooded Five Hells. What madness made me flirt with Lu Hao?”

Shashen Zhe Luofu’s situation was no better.

Compared to Xiyou Luofu, they were evenly matched.

But Xiyou Luofu was destined to be targeted and purged by the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, while Shashen Zhe Luofu, whether in martial arts or spellcraft, had only average talent.

His parents, high-ranking Five Hells officials, died fighting the Unsubmissive God to buy time for Lu Hao’s arrival.

With such lineage, Shashen Zhe Luofu was taken as a child to the Five Hells Holy Church’s headquarters, a city at the foot of Lushan.

He was, in a sense, already on Lu Hao’s radar.

Of course, this wasn’t just because his parents died fighting the Unsubmissive God—Shashen Zhe Luofu was also related to Lu Hao by blood.

Lu Hao was born in the Qianlong era; Shashen Zhe Luofu’s great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was Lu Hao’s same-generation cousin. But their bloodline was distant, and they were separated by seven generations—barely more than strangers, not even close enough for a nine-clan extermination to connect them.

With this faint connection and the Five Hells Holy Church’s protection, Shashen Zhe Luofu lived comfortably.

But his luck was clearly terrible—who could have imagined Lu Hao, who never left Lushan Nunnery, would suddenly descend for no reason?

Worse still, he happened to meet her.

He had to admit: the instant he saw Lu Hao, an instinctive pull from a higher life tier made him fall for her. After mustering courage to approach her, the consequences were predictable.

Normally, given Lu Hao’s nature, she should have killed him without hesitation.

Perhaps because the Unsubmissive God his parents faced was the same one Lu Hao had recently fought, she recognized him.

She even spoke his name.

Though she didn’t kill him outright, she delivered a message nearly equivalent to a death warrant.

For flirting with his great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, Lu Hao gave him six months—after which he must come to Lushan herself to test his strength.

Lu Hao, an ultimate monster, even if speaking casually—who in the Five Hells Holy Church would dare ignore her?

For Shashen Zhe Luofu, his situation was no different from Xiyou Luofu’s.

“Pfft…” Honglou Luofu couldn’t help laughing. “Flirting with your great-great-great-great-great-grandmother? That’s a charge no one can look straight at. But your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather and the Martial King were indeed contemporaries—cousins. When your ancestor was alive, the nine-clan extermination could still link Itachi. But now… good luck.”

“No problem—it’s still a month left before Lu Hao’s deadline. If Itachi complete localization within this month, even if Itachi become a traitor who betrays his ancestor, it doesn’t matter. Lu Hao’s values are twisted—if Itachi actually defeat her, Itachi might even win her heart.” Zhetian Luofu grinned mischievously.

Amid the teasing of the other Luofu, Shashen Zhe Luofu blushed furiously, stammering about seven-generation gaps, not being relatives, and how marriage within three generations was forbidden.

Laughter erupted throughout the sharing space.

But after the laughter faded, Chat Luofu frowned. “Itachi’re not seriously interested in Lu Hao, are Itachi? Even with a seven-generation gap, Itachi’re still distant kin.”

“It’s different,” Ninja World Luofu said. “The ethics in the Shashen Zhe world are unique, especially for Shashen Zhe. Don’t forget—they’re called Demon Kings, epitomes of unrestrained chaos. Think of Shashen Zhe as equivalent to Greek mythology in terms of disorder. And even seven generations ago, his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was already outside the third-generation bloodline with Lu Hao.”

“This is purely personal. We’re all Luofu—don’t impose moral judgment here!” Evil Ghost Luofu seemed to recall something. “Itachi’ve got a month—better hurry.”

“I have an idea!” Yawel Luofu suddenly brightened. “I don’t know if Itachi noticed, but when I tried escaping the Paradise Tower, I fled by boat at night and suffered a shipwreck. When I woke up, my power localization accelerated dramatically—just from being unconscious at sea, I reached strength enough to match Daeliola. Maybe Itachi can try it.”

“Is the pressure of death accelerating power localization?” Qin Shi Luofu mused.

Qingyu Nian Luofu, enjoying the spectacle, said: “I think Itachi should seek out an Unsubmissive God—even summon one to descend.”

His suggestion instantly drew every Luofu’s attention.

“Explain,” Dragon Ball Luofu said eagerly.

“Simple: only Shashen Zhe can fight Unsubmissive Gods, but not a single Shashen Zhe has ever killed one through absolute power alone—whether the Marquis of Vamb, the Sword King Tony, or the Black Prince Alexander.”

“Including Lu Hao—the Martial King—their Shashen Zhe rituals rely on extreme luck, near-miraculous fortune. Of course, Kusanagi Houto is an exception; his Shashen Zhe process stemmed from the Unsubmissive Gods’ own scheming.”

“If Itachi truly summon an Unsubmissive God, the Dao and Reason Itachi’ve shared from us alone would grant Itachi unprecedented fortune in your world—Itachi’d have a 100% chance of becoming a Shashen Zhe,” Zhetian Luofu declared confidently.

Zhetian Luofu wasn’t bluffing—he had concrete evidence.

Worlds themselves undergo cycles of growth and decline. Normally, when a world reaches its peak, it inevitably begins its descent.

But Luofu’s existence gives many worlds a moment of respite.

The Dao and Reason he shares from other worlds act like a powerful stimulant to his own world, extending its lifespan.

Whether the world possesses self-awareness or not, it will inevitably grant Luofu great fortune.

If the world has a consciousness akin to a World Mind, it would never allow Luofu to die—such a being who prolongs its existence and strengthens its Dao and Reason is too valuable.

If it lacks consciousness, it’s even simpler: the universe, like a physical law, instinctively grants Luofu unparalleled fortune.

In short: anyone entering the sharing space becomes, theoretically, the protagonist of their own world. How far they grow depends entirely on their own ambition. Calling him the world’s favored child who makes wishes come true might be exaggerated, but surviving disasters and turning misfortune into fortune? Absolutely guaranteed.

Of course, this isn’t absolute—only Zhetian Luofu has truly realized it.

But in multiverse worlds, even the universe’s favorite can die.

Unfortunately, the Shashen Zhe universe is multiversal, filled with countless parallel universes.

Shashen Zhe Luofu’s universe is designated Parallel Universe #235.

This passive fortune aura, if it works at all, is merely psychological comfort.

Of the dozen Luofu present, none would entrust their life to such passive cosmic luck.

“I have a non-solution,” Type-Moon Luofu proposed. “Itachi have only a month left before Lu Hao’s deadline. If Itachi can’t be sure your localization will grant Itachi enough strength to defeat—or even survive—her by then, wait until the final days and try to become a Shashen Zhe.”

“I believe that if Itachi express your intent to become a Shashen Zhe, the Five Hells Holy Church will report it to Lu Hao. And given her nature, she won’t stop Itachi—she’ll likely help Itachi. For Lu Hao, Itachi becoming a Shashen Zhe is a good thing. Itachi’re distant kin. Another Shashen Zhe, especially one she views as a junior, benefits her.”

“From both emotional and strategic perspectives, Lu Hao would welcome it. And if Itachi fail? To her, Itachi’re just trash. She won’t obsess over killing Itachi personally—after all, she gave Itachi six months to come to her and die. That alone shows she sees Itachi differently. Whatever her reason, your best chance to survive is to complete localization and defeat her—then Itachi won’t need all this scheming!”

After this long speech, all Luofu present nodded in agreement.

Though these three new Luofu each faced unique hardships, they were far better off than the last batch of pitiful children.

The previous three? Each worse than the last. Type-Moon nearly became a sacrificial vessel in the Holy Grail War.

Honglou Luofu nearly lost his family to noble lackeys; Yawel Luofu was enslaved on the Paradise Tower.

This time, at least, all three new Luofu awakened their past memories before entering the sharing space.

(End of Chapter)