Chapter 496: Wish Being Realized

Chen Shu hummed a tune while opening the chicken Chen Banxia had brought to take a look; it was indeed as she had said, alive an hour ago, very fresh.

However, this person had only brought the chicken.

Fortunately, there was still an onion in the house, and potatoes were kept in stock year-round.

"Should I tell her there are no spices left at home and make it spicy chicken instead? Forget it, forget it..." A wicked thought couldn't help but flash through Chen Shu's mind, but considering that was his dear sister, he gave up on it and continued humming, checking the other ingredients.

As an excellent chef, he only needed to look once for the process and plan to be in his mind.

Chen Shu swayed over and took a peek into the living room.

The atmosphere here seemed a bit strange.

The little girl and Taozi were sitting on the sofa, each holding a water cup, maintaining a posture of drinking water, their eyes fixed inside the cups, extremely focused, as if all sounds from the outside world were irrelevant to them at this moment.

Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai were sitting nearby, legs pressed together, hands placed on their thighs, their posture exceptionally well-behaved.

Qingqing, meanwhile, sat opposite them with an expressionless face; she intentionally didn't leave, nor did she read, and would glance at them from time to time, making the two feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

This person... seems a bit sneakily mean.

Chen Shu thought for a moment and called out:

"Time to cook."

"Oh, oh!"

Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai stood up instantly, scrambling to head out.

"I'll come help!"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

The two were afraid they wouldn't be fast enough.

Chen Shu couldn't help but smile and glanced toward Qingqing.

Qingqing was using his body, her expression faint, and she also cast her gaze toward his side; as it briefly crossed with his, she immediately picked up her water cup and took a sip.

The little girl and Taozi were still focused on drinking water.

Chen Shu grinned and turned to walk back to the kitchen.

First, he would make Chen Banxia's Big Plate Chicken.

Since this chicken had just been slaughtered and the quality was quite good, Chen Shu didn't blanch it; after caramelizing the sugar, he directly put it into the pot to stir-fry. Compared to blanched chicken, this took a bit longer to stir-fry to render out the oil.

He added scallions, ginger, garlic, and spices.

Once the moisture in the chicken was stir-fried away and the oil came out, it sizzled in the pot, and the fragrance rose up all at once.

"I smell it..."

Chen Banxia sniffed hard, turned her head to stare into the pot, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked, "When are you going back to Yuanzhou?"

"In a few days, I suppose. What about you?"

"I'll go with you... I'm a bit busy these days."

"Busy with what?"

"Doing research; it's rare to not have classes during winter break."

"Researching what? Cracking the code of longevity?"

"No, it's Spirit Decay."

"Impressive, impressive..."

Chen Shu held the spatula and nodded in praise.

Zhang Suannai blinked her eyes—

Cracking the code of longevity? Researching Spirit Decay?

She suddenly remembered the... what number was it again?... wish she had made in front of the wish-granting dragon. In any case, it was hoping her little sister would be healthy and live a long life without Spirit Decay. If her little sister's research had results, wouldn't that mean her wish had come true?

Thinking about it, it was quite magical...

At this moment, Chen Shu glanced at Chen Banxia beside him: "Did you just do the same thing as Zhang Suannai, mistaking Qingqing for me and speaking ill of her?"

"Don't mention it..."

Chen Banxia said, feeling aggrieved while cutting potatoes: "You two play way too wild, don't you?"

At that time, she really felt like she wanted to die.

Later, in the few minutes in the living room, facing Qingqing's occasional gaze, she felt even more like she was being sliced by countless knives, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

It was only after hiding here, avoiding Qingqing's gaze, that she began to slowly recover.

The thought had just arisen when she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye—

A figure appeared at the doorway, calmly watching them, just like the two of them usually watched her and Chen Shu cook, watching them.

"..."

Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai's expressions gradually stiffened.

Chen Banxia was silent for a long time, finally finding a countermeasure; she coughed twice, brought out the demeanor of an older sister, and said to Ning Qing at the door: "How about... you come do it?"

Zhang Suannai also quietly glanced toward the door.

Ning Qing looked at them faintly, and in the end, she nodded, letting them off the hook.

"Phew..."

The two felt as if they had been granted a pardon, immediately putting down the work in their hands and fleeing the kitchen, taking deep breaths of fresh air.

Neither of them noticed—

Two figures standing under the eaves, silently drinking water.

By the time the meal was ready, it was already eleven-thirty.

Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai shoveled the rice into their mouths in large mouthfuls; only delicious food could heal the trauma in their hearts.

Chen Shu, however, felt that time was pressing.

Four and a half hours had already passed since he swapped bodies with Qingqing, and there were only six to eight hours in total.

Therefore, as soon as the meal was finished, he began to execute his plan.

The first item was taking photos.

Chen Shu had Xiaoxiao act as the photographer, and facing the onlookers Chen Banxia, Zhang Suannai, and Taozi, he took many photos of himself and Qingqing—he deliberately used Qingqing's body to perform some movements she would not usually make and wore a sweet smile she would not usually show, which left Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai nearly stunned.

These were to be kept as wallpapers for later.

Qingqing was very clear about his thoughts, yet she chose to indulge him, cooperating with him the whole time with an expressionless face.

The second item was changing clothes.

Chen Shu used the excuse of being sleepy after a full meal and wanting to take a nap to have Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai return to Zhang Suannai's small courtyard to play games, while he went upstairs.

Ning Qing followed him with an expressionless face.

"..."

Chen Shu felt something was a bit off, turned his head, and stared at her: "Why do you keep following me?"

Ning Qing looked indifferent: "Should I not follow you?"

"Emmm..."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Uh..."

Just when Chen Shu thought he would be forced to abandon this plan, he saw her purse her lips and say coldly:

"Just this once."

"!"

Chen Shu almost hugged her and gave her a kiss.

Unfortunately, she was currently using his body, and facing that face of his own, Chen Shu restrained the impulse in his heart.

One minute later.

Chen Shu stood in the bedroom and took off his clothes.

It must be said, Qingqing's figure was truly excellent.

Perfectly proportioned, with beautiful curves, thin where it should be thin, and full where it should be full, smooth and clean. Most importantly, her skin was so white, and the degree of whiteness was just right in Chen Shu's aesthetic... Although High-level Practitioners could adjust their own figure, appearance, and skin tone, and could completely change these things if they wished, Chen Shu felt that even so, it was likely few people could be more beautiful than Qingqing.

Chen Shu faced the mirror and quietly admired.

A glance from the corner of his eye to the side—

Qingqing had her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the wall; judging by her expression, she was already on the verge of erupting, as if the moment he looked even one more time, she would rush over to wrap him up in a quilt and knock him unconscious until the swap ended.

"..."

Chen Shu silently withdrew his gaze and began to put on clothes.

A black tight-fitting spaghetti strap dress + black silk stockings.

The important thing wasn't wearing the clothes, but taking two photos after putting them on, so he could flip through them and admire them when he had nothing to do later.

The third item was recording a song.

Chen Shu originally didn't want to let Qingqing follow, as he wasn't a professional singer, and having someone watching from the side while recording a song always made him feel awkward. However, Qingqing insisted on staying with the excuse of "not being sure what you will do," and looked at him with an extremely distrustful gaze, leaving him with no choice.

If he had known, he would have recorded the song first and then changed clothes.

But once he got thick-skinned, he had a change of thought: he was currently using her body, and the voice was also her voice, so Chen Shu convinced himself.

During this process, Ning Qing still had her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the wall, silently watching him.

Listening to "herself" sing.

In fact, she had never sung a song before, nor did she know how to sing, and it was even hard for her to imagine what she would look like singing or whether it would sound good, yet today she had truly heard her own singing voice and seen herself singing.

And singing so focused and absorbed...

Ning Qing felt it was very interesting.

In a trance, she couldn't help but think, if she were a normal girl with a normal personality, perhaps she would often wear these kinds of clothes to seduce him, perhaps she would also sing for him at his request, and perhaps she would also take many intimate photos with him and send him many photos she considered good-looking to use as wallpapers... It was a pity that it was truly hard for her to do these things, so she could only satisfy him in this way.

Without realizing it, the singing had stopped.

"Hey?"

Chen Shu stared straight at her: "Were you mesmerized by your own singing voice?"

"No."

"You're narcissistic."

"I said no."

"I feel a bit dizzy..."

"It's almost over."

"Will I pass out?"

"No."

Ning Qing looked at him calmly: "But you had better sit down or lie down, because at the moment of the consciousness swap, you might not be able to stand steady."

"Then why are you still standing?"

"It's not my body that will be broken from the fall."

"I..."

Facing his angry appearance, Ning Qing only slightly curled her lips into a smile, then stepped to the bedside, sat down, and lay down, her movements elegant and quiet. But Chen Shu, who was using her body, was completely different; he threw himself directly onto the bed with a bang, and even bounced on the bed.

The two of them, one lying down and one prone, each turned their heads to look at each other.

"So weird."

"Mm..."

"Don't touch me!"

"......"

Ning Qing rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Chen Shu felt his consciousness becoming somewhat chaotic, as if it were being pulled out of his brain.

He faintly heard "his own" voice.

"Chen Shu......"

"What?"

"I will also slowly learn to become gentle, it just needs some time."

"You're sick......"

Chen Shu had already closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and light shone into them.

Red palace walls, white snow covering the ground, a plum blossom branch reached out from within the palace wall, emitting a faint fragrance, and the pedestrians passing by him all looked at him with strange eyes.

"Ugh......"

He had the feeling of having come back to life.

Touching the snow, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Dukqin Shanan, Ling Du Shiyanshi, the Secret Sect and the original trajectory, different choices, different results, the revival of the Reed God, suppressing Nanzhou......

The nameless person stood up in silence, looked at his own tattered, beggar-like attire; no wonder no one dared to help him up. Then he took his Mobile Phone out of his Storage Ring and powered it on with spiritual energy.

The SIM card for the Mobile Phone belonged to the military and could still be used.

But he hesitated for a moment.

According to regulations, he should contact the school or the military immediately, but having just survived a catastrophe, he wanted to inform his friends first.

Would anyone pay attention?

Does anyone still remember me?

The nameless person's hands trembled, his heart filled with trepidation, and he tapped open the Ancient Cultivation Group.

Nameless person: Good afternoon, everyone.