Chapter 509

Radiant Light Western Border is basically a huge otome game world! (Boom)

If you want to be mature and steady, double doors have the Radiant Light Noble Army. (Meaning they stay in the barracks every day, teammates unmoving like mountains when hit.)

If you want humor without losing charm, there's the Deep Forest Scouts. (Meaning you might encounter them anywhere, very entertaining.)

If you want our older sister-in-law and the local bandits. (Meaning they're very reliable at cleaning the house, spotless.)

I have to say, the common folk of Radiant Light Western Border are living too well!

Today I've already vertically entered the pit! (Thumbs up!)

Saying you'll jump in, you jump in; from the day players set foot on Western Border land, they've teamed up with all local forces.

Moreover, with them around, wanting to avoid any mishap is impossible.

So although there's no endless yellow sand, only boundless green wilderness, this doesn't stop anyone from playing Red Dead Redemption today, Dual Flag Town Swordsman tomorrow, and maybe Seven Samurai the day after.

The Deep Forest People were pissed off by their trick, because under the reward quest mechanism, they might just do a little bad thing and suddenly respawn a whole squad of armed players coming to deliver gifts; who knows how many unlucky souls got taken down like that.

The Radiant Light People can't really complain either, after all they just scored an MVP in the Fallen God Mountain Battle, and now they've voluntarily come to help you restore order, just with slightly rough methods—where do you get the nerve to blame them?

As for the bandit gang that once ran rampant locally, just like the southeast Japanese pirates of the Ming Dynasty, they acted high and mighty by shifting blame onto the Deep Forest People, living lavishly……

Wow, I woke up and the sky had fallen!

Players who come to visit them are like chives: one batch is harvested, then another batch grows.

If you get impatient, swing hard, jump high, you might trigger the classic "Beat the son, then come to the father" segment.

Thus they are either treated by players as a Demon King Castle dungeon, crushed for heads and lives, or they provoke the official heavenly troops, a well‑trained magical army that wipes them out in a single run.

Unlike those bandits, players are also greedy, but the game offers free exchange points to satisfy their cravings, and it has a built‑in harmony system, so they act more politely, at least they won't covet the three melons and two dates the villagers hold.

With the underlying mechanics of reward quests and hidden quests designed to gradually guide players toward virtue, their arrival in the Western Frontier truly brought a basket full of good deeds, far surpassing the bandits, nobles, and Deep Forest raiders.

From then on, the players entered their best‑rated episode; this expansion, themed around pioneering, was jokingly called "poverty alleviation that reached another world."

While the four factions jointly celebrated in the radiant Western Frontier, staging an otherworldly Wild West, in the far south of the continent the Wolf Prince had slunk back to the wasteland.

Although he did slay his enemies with his own hands, those few damned humans could not compare to the hundreds of priceless personal guards he painstakingly trained.

Moreover, when they set out earlier in high spirits, they boasted they'd return with a massive haul, yet not only was there no loot, only he himself came back alone.

No, considering he lost an arm in the wildlands, it should be only 0.87 of himself who returned.

After pondering, he felt the matter could not be hidden, so he returned straight to the royal court and voluntarily confessed to the father king.

However, unexpectedly, the Wolf King did not blame him.

Instead, he immediately had Grand Tutor Wen Di Ge preside over a ceremony, randomly selecting a lucky person to restore his missing arm.

Unfortunately, the secretly captured wolf soldier was only level thirty, so A Xi Bao would need several months of acclimation to regain his former full combat strength.

Lifting his somewhat "weak" left arm, A Xi Bao lowered his head.

"Father King, I…"

"Alas, A Xi Bao, you still don't understand how to be a proper prairie wolf king."

Wolf King He Chi Na remained as refined as ever; after a sigh, he halted his words.

"Do you remember, when you were eight and killed that noble child who fought you for a toy, what I told you?"

A Xi Bao replied immediately.

"I am the Wolf King's son, so I can do anything, no problem…"

"Ha ha, exactly, remember, we are the prairie royalty; everything on the prairie exists to serve us!"

Having said that, He Chi Na turned around.

"Since you feel ashamed, figure out a way to reclaim the stage yourself, understand?"

"Understood!"

Fueled by this injection of adoring fatherly "chicken blood," A Xi Bao was no longer emo nor ashamed; he roared, ready to regroup and reclaim his honor after this autumn.

"Hehe…"

Watching his beloved son stride away from the altar, He Chi Na also showed a benevolent smile.

At such a heartwarming scene, Wen Di Ge, busy tidying the ceremony items, couldn't help but shake his head.

There's no helping it; although He is a revered deity, having crawled to this position with a bizarre form, he can be counted as a veteran old dark turtle of his era.

But honestly, he is somewhat uneasy about this perpetually smiling fellow.

After all, ordinary people scream when they kill, while avengers laugh when they kill,

and if there is someone who can simultaneously command his subordinates in a brutally bloody massacre while being amused, even smiling as he watches the spectacle as if none of it concerns him… that is a complete lunatic.

A lunatic by nature isn't necessarily terrifying, but when such a lunatic wields absolute power and violence, it becomes truly frightening—so much so that even I, a great evil god, keep my distance.

Especially since Wen Di Ge himself can hardly be called a loyal minister or fine general; as the Grand Tutor of the Wolf King's court, he has his own schemes and dares not stay long by the prairie ruler.

Fearing exposure, He hastily wraps up the whole matter and intends to resign to the Wolf King.

Yet even so, He Chi Na called him back, whispering a question.

"Grand Tutor, the matter I asked you to research… how's it going?"

Wen Di Ge immediately halted, respectfully saying,

"Your Majesty, lately state affairs have been hectic, and you have many requests of the little god; may I ask which you refer to…"

He Chi Na did not rebuke him, but looked up, gave him a smile.

"What I asked about is the matter of how to change bodies…"

Damn, that's the one!

Logically, Wen Di Ge's height and breadth should far exceed the pretentious He Chi Na.

Thus his bent, lowered posture and soft voice should be no different from an adult playing with a child.

But He Chi Na's aura as the prairie overlord is overwhelmingly strong, making the already uneasy Wen Di Ge even more…

That low, submissive manner is like… uh, Captain Jia beside Lord Hei Teng Tai?

Your Majesty, this matter concerns human alchemy, even necromancy, and in the eyes of the mainstream magical world it is considered absolutely heretical.

Um, if it were truly used, it would be extremely dangerous; if it were carelessly leaked, it could even become the target of universal condemnation.

He China waved his hand.

It's fine, National Preceptor; I'm just a little interested in this, so speak plainly.

Hmm, okay.

The Wolf King isn't interested in this, and the Wendigo naturally doesn't care.

The point is, they've already nodded to this disclaimer, so if anything else happens, it won't have anything to do with him.

So.

Your Majesty, what I mean is, although this technology has been suppressed to a considerable extent due to worldly prejudice, thanks to your support and my efforts, fortunately we have managed to obtain a few fragments of information about it.

Saying that, he took out several stacks of the 'fragments' he had collected and began to explain them in detail to He China.

However, although there is a lot of material, most of it consists of fragmented experimental reports, and truly useful information is scarce.

Thus, after a moment's effort, he finished his account of this lost technique.

You mean that to achieve the transfer of a soul into a host body, the prerequisite is that the two must be related by blood?

Yes, Your Majesty; according to the records, the Magic Emperor of the Dark Flame Empire ten thousand years ago relied on this technique to seize the Sixth Princess's body on his deathbed and continue to wreak havoc upon the world.

Seeing the Wolf King deep in thought, the Wendigo went on to say.

But at the same time, this is also a very dangerous operation; the body that bears another's soul must be strong, otherwise it will quickly wither upon losing its soul, and the soul entering another's body must be tough, otherwise it will quickly dissipate upon losing its body.

Hmm...

He China nodded, hands behind his back, lost in recollection.

Oh, I recall that the Magic Emperor was as high as level ninety-six, his soul must be incredibly tough, and that Sixth Princess simply had a magical spirit protecting her body, so her strength was no small matter either.

Your Majesty is erudite, exactly so!

The Wendigo's flattery was practiced, but unfortunately He China paid him no heed and fell silent again.

This really put Lao Yang Tou in an awkward spot—neither able to leave nor to stay, just stuck there awkwardly.

Moreover, after He China had been thinking alone for a while, when he looked up again, he opened his mouth only to utter a sentence full of doubt.

Didn't the National Preceptor just say things were busy? Why hasn't he left yet?

Wendigo:???

Although he was an old softshell turtle, he cursed in his heart, yet feeling the urge to spit and let it dry on his face, he merely performed a salute.

I humbly take my leave...

As it turns out, that damned Wolf King today seems to be deliberately messing with his mindset.

He had made Lao Yang Tou take just two steps when he heard a voice from behind.

Hey, wait a moment!

Thieves fear being shouted at; this line truly frightened the Wendigo into near hysteria—though he's just a pile of bones and has no fur……

Um, ah, Your Majesty, do you have any further orders?

Regarding today's matter...

He China drew out his tone, stepped forward two paces, and came to the Wendigo's side.

National Preceptor, hehe, today's little matter is just my personal minor interest.

After all, it's a lost ritual passed down from antiquity; for a monarch like me who respects technology, being interested in it is quite natural, right~?

Ah, yes, yes……

Hehe, good, I still have some things to attend to; we… see you later?

After gathering the information received from the Wendigo, He China let out his signature light chuckle and strode away from the White Bone Altar.

The Wendigo was also about to leave immediately, but he faintly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, so he stopped in place.

Who can say clearly what inspiration is? By the time he focused his thoughts, that spark of inspiration had already faded and vanished.

Hiss… damn it!

Afterward he strained his memory for a moment, but still had no clue, so he angrily gave up.

But just then, the Wendigo unintentionally saw a magical implement carved with a lifelike giant tiger.

Huh?

!!!

Many doubts recorded in his memories were instantly connected, letting him finally figure out the Wolf King's intention.

Ah ha, hahaha!

It seems that someone who acts aloof and indifferent to everything actually cares deeply about his own frail body!

Weak point!

This is definitely a weak point!

He China, you little brat, you've finally fallen into my hands!

Hehehe……

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hum lightly, and his steps leaving the altar became much lighter.

Thus, the Wolf King, the Wolf Prince, the National Preceptor, and the Wolf King Court—the three true power holders—each had their own little schemes.

However, after enduring so many storms in a short time, the present is a peaceful period that everyone hopes will continue.

Everyone needs rest, needs adjustment, needs to recuperate; given that premise, all other matters, including internal conflicts, must be set aside.

And this buildup amounts to one month, finally bringing the time in the Yangyue World to July.

Due to geographical factors, as the Shen Lin Wang Guo gradually enters deep winter, the sun within the Hui Guang Kingdom's territory becomes ever more scorching.

But all of this obviously has nothing to do with Sunlight City, which is perpetually shrouded in thick clouds, so that even at noon little sunlight can be seen.

Time flew; at this point, half a year had passed since the battle of Sunshine City, and this once-infamous city, under the players' rule, finally headed toward revival.

Even under the strong marketing efforts of a professional company, the once debuff dark cloud unexpectedly turned into a positive buff, making Sunshine City an increasingly famous 'summer retreat' in Brilliance South.

Moreover, probably because they had grown rich from the commercial tax, the Duke of Sheer Steep also accepted the invitation of the High Tower Community, personally coming here a few days ago to join a midsummer carnival, which was tantamount to adding another layer of genuine gold to its reputation using his own name.

So when Ji Ming rode the heavenly horse to the skies above Sunshine City, his first words were.

"Hey you damn, little b bastard, what the hell are you doing here? Is this still Sunshine City?"