Chapter 371: Brother-in-law, stop explaining; everyone knows you are a transmigrator

"These were all planted by my sister. They've just sprouted and haven't bloomed yet. They look so beautiful when they bloom."

"So many!"

"Yes."

"When... did she start planting flowers?"

"She started later on."

"Why did she start planting flowers..."

"One day, she just wanted to plant flowers."

"..."

Chen Shu fell silent for a moment, not daring to ask more.

Because the Xiaoxiao before him was not the one in his memories; he always felt a bit unfamiliar with her.

A white cat was gnawing on grass in the courtyard; the tender grass that had just sprouted in the new spring was very much to its taste. Hearing the two people talking in the courtyard, it turned its head to look. Wasn't that Uncle Chen, whom it hadn't seen for two days? Listening more closely, it felt their conversation was strange.

"Chomp, chomp..."

The white cat kept gnawing on the grass while turning its head to stare at them.

"This cat..."

"Sister raised it."

"I seem to have an impression of it..."

A hint of confusion appeared in the eyes of the white cat nearby.

The little girl glanced at her brother-in-law: "It seems she raised it when Sister was fourteen or fifteen."

"I just have an impression..."

"Okay."

The little girl indulged him like an older sister; whatever he said, went.

According to her sister, the current brother-in-law was only eleven years old, eight years younger than she was now. Wasn't she the older sister, then?

This thought gave her a strange sense of pleasure inside.

The little girl turned her head to look at her brother-in-law, wanting to reach out and pat his head, but realizing that her eleven-year-old brother-in-law was much taller than her, she gave up. Instead, she continued answering the questions of her brother-in-law, who had gaps in his memory. One moment he asked which Talent Academy they attended, the next he asked where this was, and which university he and her sister had been admitted to, not forgetting to show concern for her academic advancement—it was truly endless.

The little girl answered everything truthfully; for the things she couldn't answer, she used her own efficient method of communication to respond.

"This feeling is so wonderful..."

"How is it wonderful?"

"It's like time travel."

"..."

The little girl frowned, blinked her eyes, tilted her head to stare at him, and asked in confusion: "Brother-in-law, you were so mature when you were eleven."

"Do you not recognize the eleven-year-old me?"

"I do, but I was only six back then. I thought I had remembered it wrong, and that I only felt you were mature because you were always taking care of me. I didn't expect you to really be this mature back then." The little girl thought for a moment, "It seems even more mature than you are now."

After a slight pause, she added: "As mature as I am now."

"I was faking it."

"Hm?"

"Because I had to take care of you and your sister, I pretended to be mature."

"And had to take care of Sister Banxia too."

"Exactly."

"Liar, that's not the reason."

"Ah?"

"..."

The little girl was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said with certainty: "You're a transmigrator, right?"

"What?"

"Brother-in-law, stop pretending. You told us a few years ago that you were actually a transmigrator from a strange world." The little girl looked at the brother-in-law before her with a certain expression, but she didn't see panic in his eyes, only a hint of dullness, which made her feel somewhat puzzled.

"What is a transmigrator?"

"It means someone who transmigrated from another world."

"I think I understand... so... I am a transmigrator... I was wondering why I always had some strange memories in my head..."

"I was lying to you."

"Ah?"

"I was lying to you; you never told us that at all."

"Ah..."

The little girl watched him, shocked and dull, finding it extremely amusing. She finally withdrew her gaze, pointed to the persimmon tree in the courtyard, and continued introducing it: "This is a persimmon tree. Every autumn and winter, you would pick the persimmons and make them into dried persimmons for us to eat."

"Is... is it delicious?"

"It's so delicious."

"So..."

Chen Shu turned his head blankly to look at this grown-up little girl: "Have we always lived like this?"

"Yes."

The little girl's tone was indifferent.

"That's wonderful..."

Chen Shu, however, felt the world becoming ethereal. His mind felt unclear, the world spun, and his vision darkened like an old television being turned off.

When Ning Qing finished cooking and came out, the young girl had already carried Chen Shu to the sofa; seeing this, Ning Qing had no choice but to put the freshly cooked dishes into the refrigerator.

It was late at night when Chen Shu finally woke up again.

At this moment, he was completely clear-headed, and his memories had fully returned, though his experiences while he was delirious were somewhat blurry; he got up, turned his head, and saw that Ning Qing was still wearing the same clothes, sitting beside the sofa.

"Awake?"

"Mm..."

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry..." Chen Shu scratched his head, "Did you cook for me?"

"I'll go heat it up for you."

"Okay."

Chen Shu watched her walk away with longing eyes.

He then began to check his own state—

The effect of the Eighth-tier Beast Pill was very strong; perhaps because he had been delirious for a period, his Spirit Sea was now almost fully restored, the Spirit Sea Lock had become fragile, and the Spirit Sea itself had strengthened a bit after being completely repaired—this bit alone was probably equivalent to several years of normal tempering.

This was all the effect of the Beast Pill.

And it didn't stop there.

Although he had failed to break through the Spirit Sea Lock, the effect of the Beast Pill on his body had still been fully realized; Chen Shu was still at the Sixth Stage, but his physical strength was already approaching that of an ordinary Seventh Stage Martial Cultivator.

It was just that his Spirit Sea was only at the Sixth Stage, and while it wasn't impossible to bear a body close to a Seventh Stage Martial Cultivator, it just felt a bit awkward.

Perhaps it would be better after getting used to it.

This attempt had two goals: first, to test the waters and familiarize himself with the process of attacking the Sixth Stage Spirit Lock, as preparation leads to certainty; second, to use this process to shorten the time spent at the Sixth Stage Peak, allowing the truly certain breakthrough to come sooner.

Both were considered perfectly achieved.

"Emmm..."

Chen Shu still intended to wait a while before the next attempt.

If he had a third Beast Pill, he could have attempted it consecutively after this attempt ended, once the negative effects were completely eliminated and its benefits digested; if fast, he might have succeeded in promoting to the Seventh Stage within two months, but now that only one Beast Pill remained, it was better to be safe.

By this calculation, it would take him no more than two years to go from the Sixth Stage to the High-Tier.

Two years to walk the path that took the Bodhisattva of Tribulation twenty-two years.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but click his tongue.

Of course, he knew deep down that this wasn't because he was awesome, or rather, his own talent played a very small part.

There were three main factors at play: first, the help of the Divine Power in the Forbidden Land, which could perhaps be considered the arrangement of the gods, as there were clearly many factors considered in the Bodhisattva of Tribulation becoming a Buddha at this point in time; second, the gift from the sect, as the Eighth-tier Beast Pill was worth a fortune; third, the development of Cultivation Spiritual Methods, which was the contribution of the Secret Sect Practitioner and the joint efforts of countless top scholars since the modern era.

If not for this, he would likely have had to spend ten or so years.

Chen Shu smelled the fragrance from the kitchen, so he got up and walked over, leaning against the kitchen doorway to peek inside.

"Have you been watching over me for these two days?"

"Mm."

"You haven't changed your clothes in two days?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Clang!"

Ning Qing knocked the spatula against the pot, making a sound.

Chen Shu immediately shut his mouth.

A moment later, the two sat facing each other.

There were only two dishes on the table, one was twice-cooked garlic sprouts and the other was fish-flavored eggplant; they both looked decent, but because they had been reheated, the garlic sprouts had become a bit soft, the eggplant was also a bit overcooked, and with the oil on the plates, it slightly affected the appearance of the dishes.

Chen Shu tasted a bite:

"It's actually quite tasty."

Ning Qing looked at him indifferently.

As expected, just after this person finished praising, his tone immediately shifted: "Good for you, Secretary Ning, I knew it, whenever I brought you to cook, you were always secretly learning my cooking techniques on the side."

Ning Qing lowered her head to eat, ignoring him.

She didn't know why, but even though she had perfectly replicated his cooking process, when she ate it, she still felt something was missing.

Zhang Suannai left the Sword Sect overnight.

Sitting on the high-speed train, her expression was still dazed, and the words of several senior brothers and sisters seemed to still be echoing in her ears—

First Senior Brother: "Isn't this a husky?"

Second Senior Brother: "Come! Bark once!"

Third Senior Sister: "You'll get used to it, we've all experienced this moment."

Fourth Senior Brother: "Sword-riding in progress..."

Fifth Senior Brother: "Hahaha, this is too funny, it's my first time seeing someone treat themselves as a dog while delirious!"

Sixth Senior Sister: "Don't blame me, I promised to keep it a secret for you last time, but I didn't promise this time. This time I only promised not to record a video, look, I really didn't record."

Seventh Senior Brother: "Junior Sister, want a bone?"

"..."

Sixth Senior Sister's act of bringing people directly to witness her social death caught her off guard; she hadn't even had a chance to use the reciprocal countermeasures she had prepared before she had already suffered social death.

"Buzz buzz."

The Mobile Phone began to vibrate.

Zhang Suannai pulled herself from her thoughts, lowered her head, and numbly tapped to open it.

Seventh Senior Brother: 【Audio File】

Zhang Suannai turned the volume down, brought it close to her ear, and tapped to play.

"Awoo~"

A crisp, long-drawn-out cry.

"I am a husky!"

Then, the addition of drum beats suddenly gave the sound a rhythm, and accompanied by this distinct rhythm, the crisp voice rang out repeatedly:

"Awoo! Aw! Aw! Aw! Aw! Awoo~

"I am! I am! I am! I am a husky!

"Husky!

"What are you doing? I am a husky!

"Awoo~"

A full two minutes.

Zhang Suannai listened from beginning to end, dazed.

First Senior Brother: Good work.

Second Senior Brother: You have artistic talent.

Third Senior Sister: When I become Sword Master in the future, I will use this as the morning and evening training bell for the Outer Sect Disciples.

Fourth Senior Brother: The wind is too loud, I can't hear it clearly.

Fifth Senior Brother: Already set as my alarm.

Sixth Senior Sister: Junior Sister, you can't blame me for this.

Seventh Senior Brother: Thank you all for the Joy.

Not a single expression could be seen on Zhang Suannai's face; she only silently lowered the seat back, lay down, and stared blankly at the ceiling of the carriage.

There was still dirt on Sixth Senior Sister in her cloud drive.

Reason told her that Sixth Senior Sister's behavior this time was mainly because she did not know that Zhang Suannai held dirt on her, and to some extent, it could also be considered her own strategic error. This dirt was still useful to keep and could still be effective next time, so the best method was to swallow her anger this time and keep it to maximize the benefit.

However, how could anyone in the Sword Sect have any reason...

Zhang Suannai silently opened the cloud drive and downloaded the video.

Zhang Suannai: 【Video】

Although Sixth Senior Sister was already married to Seventh Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister had always been a very tsundere person. In this video, she didn't just simply shout that she liked Seventh Senior Brother; there were many mushy words, some of which would be censored if spoken aloud. Not only could it make her embarrassed, but to a certain extent, it could also shatter her persona.

Let the bullets fly for a while...

Zhang Suannai didn't even look at the group chat, directly pressed the screen to turn it off, and continued to stare blankly at the train ceiling.

Her mind gradually emptied.

The Sword Sect was a sect without warmth; at this moment, only Eighth Senior Brother, who was still in prison, could make her feel a little warmth.