Free Web NovelLate at night, in the northwest wing room on the third floor of Daimu Courtyard, the lights were bright.
“Is she... is she really a pure succubus?” After Lu Yibei finished recounting Lilim’s past, Shen Baiwei looked up at Lu Yibei, her eyes filled with disbelief.
In her understanding, any mention of a succubus, no matter how “pure,” was just a disguised, suggestive soft pornography. The Disaster asking her to draw such a themed book surely had ill intentions.
But what she didn't expect was that the Disaster's story was surprisingly proper...
However, there was a strange sense of disappointment, as if she had downloaded an entire night of “Mature Woman Passionately Battles Little Shota,” only to find it was an 8K HD version of “Calabash Brothers.”
Regaining her composure, Shen Baiwei pressed on, “And then? Where did that Demoness—or rather, the original succubus—go with her Dependents Demoness after completing her revenge? If the story ends here, it feels a bit unfinished.”
Of course it would be unfinished! Because this isn't the real ending yet... Lu Yibei thought, and continued, “Later, she died...”
It took her a few minutes to tell Shen Baiwei how Lilim and her Demoness Dependents were intercepted and massacred by the Psychic army brought by the traitors, how they endured a brutal battle, and how, ultimately disheartened, she chose to sink into the Red Sea, returning to the embrace of her “mother.”
“It's a very complete legend of a urban legend origin! It’s worth documenting...” Shen Baiwei nodded thoughtfully after listening.
However, just when she thought the story was over, Lu Yibei spoke again.
“But her story didn't end there...”,
“After she transformed into a witchs egg and sank into the Red Sea, a very long time passed. Then, a naive, lovely, pure, and kind Little Girl, on the shores of the Red Sea, picked up that witchs egg, which was already covered in dust and decaying.”
“She discovered the soul residing within the witchs egg, felt the soul's sadness, indignation, and even hostility towards the entire world. She wanted to change that soul's thoughts, so she took the witchs egg, packed her bags, and embarked on a journey.”
“Finally, in the distant East, where the miracle flower bloomed, the Little Girl found a place where the soul in the witchs egg could rest.”
Lu Yibei was immersed in the ending of the story she had fabricated. When she came back to her senses, she found Shen Baiwei had put down her pen and paper, looking at her askance with an unfriendly gaze.
“The protagonist of this story wouldn't happen to be Disaster, would she? Do you think I can't tell? You're about to leave, and you still want to spread faith in the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate. It's truly you, Disaster, how shameless!”
How dare she call herself naive, lovely, pure, and kind? Shen Baiwei thought.
“...” Lu Yibei was speechless for a few seconds, then lifted her chin slightly and stiffened her neck, saying, “Just tell me if you're drawing it or not! If not, I won't tell you my source of information.”
“You!” Shen Baiwei gritted her teeth, abruptly turned around, and hunched over the table, her pen flying across the small notebook. “I'll draw it! Whether you spread faith or not has nothing to do with me!”
But... if the Disaster can exploit the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, why can't I?
I'll leave a few pages of my small notebook for the people in the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate later, asking them to help record what has happened within the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate over the past thousand years...\"
Every bit recorded counts, it will always be beneficial for the strengthening of authority!
Shen Baiwei was inspired by Lu Yibei's “shameless” behavior and ultimately came to this conclusion.
As she thought, she sketched in her small notebook. About ten minutes later, she handed a draft to Lu Yibei. “Take a look, is this okay?”
It must be said that after correcting the Spirit Mark authority, Shen Baiwei's drawing skills were also affected, making rapid progress. On the notebook's inner page, a scantily clad, curvaceous succubus with alluring eyes, even in a mere draft, made one's blood surge.
However, Lu Yibei only felt a sharp pain in her heart.
It wasn't psychological; it was genuinely hurting.
It felt as if Lilim was dissatisfied with Shen Baiwei's submitted work, and her small hand was furiously twisting her thigh under the table.
“Of course not!” Lu Yibei hastily said, “Don't let stereotypes influence you, alright? Show a little creativity as an artist, alright? Do you understand 'pure'? Like a Xiao Hua blooming on a hillside, an unforgettable white moonlight.”
“What a difficult client!” Shen Baiwei rolled her eyes, turned around, and after another flurry of rapid strokes at the table, submitted the second proposal.
This time, on the inner page of the notebook, appeared a girl who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a white dress, wearing a magnificent flower crown like a diadem. Her figure was graceful and slender, and her face was radiant and beautiful. Although the image remained on paper, one could almost smell the faint floral fragrance wafting from the girl, as if across “dimensions.”
Her heart didn't ache again, and Lu Yibei nodded in satisfaction, “Very good, draw it like this!”
Shen Baiwei looked at Lu Yibei, then at the draft in her hand, and tilted her head, “Are you sure?”
What kind of succubus is this?
If you said she was a forest elf or a god's daughter, people would believe it, right?
It's understandable to beautify images related to one's authority, but if it's beautified too much, won't it cause the authority to distort in a strange direction? Shen Baiwei thought.
“Absolutely sure! I told you, don't have stereotypes...”
Because, this is clearly Lilim's original appearance! Lu Yibei added in her mind.
“Alright!” Shen Baiwei pouted, and waved the pen in her hand at Lu Yibei, “Then I'll start drawing!”
Client dads always approve proposals in unexpected situations; it's useless to think so much, just follow her instructions and get it over with quickly! Shen Baiwei thought.
Seeing Shen Baiwei's high enthusiasm for work, Lu Yibei no longer disturbed her. She quietly retreated to the side, picked up a pen and paper, and began preparing the “secret manual” for Dragon Tang. freёweɓnovel.com
According to her idea, the entire secret manual could be divided into “Body Technique Chapter,” “Spell Chapter,” “Alchemy Chapter,” and “Practical Experience Chapter”...
For the “Body Technique Chapter,” just pick some from the Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration and the Night Watch's fighting techniques and put them in.
For the “Spell Chapter,” there's no problem putting in all of Night Watch's internal Spells.
In the memories of the Great Serpent God and Blue Yi, there are many Alchemy potion recipes. Just pick some simple and easy-to-learn ones and put them in the “Alchemy Chapter.”
Lu Yibei was quite conscientious in compiling “textbooks,” unlike some textbook compilers who, solely based on their own wishes, do things that mislead students. Even if the Alchemy recipes she selected went wrong, eating them wouldn't poison anyone.
As for the “Practical Experience Chapter,” that's even simpler. Isn't that something you can just write off the cuff?
【“Sun Tzu, Military Strategy” says: Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Therefore, before engaging in a fight, it is very necessary to investigate your opponent's information and make full preparations.】
【If conditions permit, arranging a duel can take full advantage of timing, terrain, and human relations, superior to surprise attacks. Unprepared frontal conflicts, lacking both timing and favorable terrain/human relations, are the worst.】
【“Han Fei Zi, Difficulties I” says: In battle, deception is not to be avoided. Deception during an engagement is not true deception and will not harm one's character.】
...
【Last point: You only live once. It's okay to run away when you're scared!】
After writing the last stroke, Lu Yibei admired her masterpiece and nodded.
She was very satisfied.
If this were in a novel, it could almost be considered the protagonist's initial golden finger, perhaps enough to support Dragon Tang in becoming powerful enough to break through the suppression of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate and move on to a wider “map” to start a new storyline...
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Lu Yibei and Shen Baiwei's work on compiling the secret manual and the pure succubus book continued until noon the next day.
Although Lu Yibei's compilation of the secret manual was merely a matter of filtering and transcribing what was in her mind onto paper, which only took two or three hours to complete, she wasn't idle for the remaining time. She stayed by Shen Baiwei's side, acting as a demanding client with a critical eye and sharp words.
This was a pure succubus book that could potentially be circulated for thousands of years! How could it be shoddily made?
Of course, this couldn't be entirely blamed on Lu Yibei. Strictly speaking, she was the contractor, and the picky one was Lilim's consciousness residing in the witchs egg; she couldn't help herself.
And Shen Baiwei was merely the contractor's outsourcing...
At noon.
When the last stroke fell, Shen Baiwei leaned back and slumped into the chair.
Although she had long known that Witch Seed urban legend were universally appealing to both genders, and that she might one day become a plaything for some high-level Witch Seed, she had never imagined that one day she would be drained by a Demoness in such # Nоvеlight # a way.
Lu Yibei stood behind her, squeezed her shoulder, and softly said, “You've worked hard. With this, all the preparatory work is done.”
“You should rest well. I’ll go to the Longxiang Army Camp first, then arrange the Pure-Hearted Succubus. Later, shall we meet at our old spot? The little thatched hut where we hid together after escaping from Chawan Temple.”
“Regarding the Saint Plan, I’ll tell you the details when we get back.”
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“Mhm.” Shen Baiwei lifted her eyelids, glanced at Lu Yibei, nodded, and then closed her eyes again. It was clear to anyone that she was exhausted.
She let darkness envelop her, listening to the footsteps of the Disaster departing.
She waited for a moment.
Once the surroundings were completely silent and she was sure the Disaster had left, Shen Baiwei suddenly opened her eyes, a gleam of light flashing within them. Like a reanimated corpse, she shot up with a carp flip.
The Disaster’s incessant nagging was annoying, but it was far from the Tethys Laboratory’s mature system of exploiting researchers. How could it possibly truly drain her stamina?
After getting up, she quickly activated her Spirit Mark authority, summoned her little notebook, flipped to the last page, carefully tore off several inner pages, and then hurried out of the side room.
Lu Yibei had a good relationship with Dragon Tang within the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
Shen Baiwei had stayed here for over a hundred days longer than Lu Yibei. Although she was usually quiet and rarely interacted with others, she had still formed some connections.
For example, Xia Lianqing’s maid who often brought her food, or Soldier Chen Long, who had faced Xie Erlang with her in the Daimu Courtyard hall...
And now, she was going to ask these people for help to strengthen her authority.
...
“Hey! Soldier Chen Long, you’re here? Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Miss Shen, whatever you ask, I will do my utmost.”
“No, no, it’s not that exaggerated, it’s just a small matter...”
And so, Shen Baiwei, using the excuse of “compiling a book of records,” entrusted several pages from her notebook to several residents of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate with whom she was somewhat acquainted...
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In the evening.
Lu Yibei, who had visited the Longxiang Army Camp, and Shen Baiwei, who had distributed the notebook pages, met as agreed in the small thatched hut South of the city.
The former hut was now just a ruin; the rammed earth house had collapsed, and the fence enclosing the small courtyard had burned to ashes.
When the Shaman King’s army attacked, although most of the tribal warriors were held back by the stationed Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, a small number of tribal warriors, spurred by the fear Lu Yibei brought, fearlessly scaled the city walls and infiltrated the city, causing significant damage in the South of the city.
As dusk fell, the two stood amidst the ruins of the small thatched hut, exchanged glances, and without unnecessary conversation, went straight to the point.
“Shall we begin?” Lu Yibei said expressionlessly.
“Mhm.” Shen Baiwei nodded.
“Alright, I’ll transfer control of the miracle flower to you now,” Lu Yibei said.
“Mhm...” Shen Baiwei thought for a moment and said, “After you transfer it to me, you don’t need to do anything. Just hold my hand tightly.”
“Don’t we need to discuss how to use it beforehand?” Lu Yibei asked.
“No need.” Shen Baiwei gave her a sidelong glance and said, “Have you forgotten? I was once a trusted confidante of the Miracle Order’s elder, after all.”
Although, the miracle flower I once controlled was always inexplicably “snatched” from others... Shen Baiwei added in her heart.
“Uh, I forgot about that.” Lu Yibei scratched the back of her head.
“Come on, give it to me!”
Saying this, she extended her left hand and grasped Lu Yibei’s small hand, which was holding the brilliant, pulsating miracle flower, and then tightened her grip.
Silently, the brilliant flower shattered, transforming into tiny specks of light that danced along Shen Baiwei’s arm, upward, finally re-coalescing before her brow.
The transfer of the miracle flower’s control was much smoother than expected...
As if there was some power within Shen Baiwei’s body that attracted the miracle flower.
The re-coalesced flower was still magnificent and brilliant, but it had lost some of its fiery glow and gained a somewhat pale, papery texture.
A white paper flower? Why does it feel a bit ominous? Lu Yibei frowned, suppressing the urge to utter trash talk.
At the same time, sensing the subtle changes from Spiritual Energy to authority brought by the miracle flower, Shen Baiwei composed herself and silently pushed her Spirit Mark operation to its limit.
In an instant, time seemed to stand still, and her ears were enveloped in dead silence.
Then, as if a hallucination, an unusual sound arose from the dead silence.
It was faint and soft, yet carried a hint of inexplicable depth, bringing a sense of peace.
It was as if she were in an old bookstore bathed in warm sunlight, hearing the bookstore owner turn the pages of an ancient book from behind rows of book shelfs.
The sound of turning pages was initially very slow, about once a minute, but then, as time passed, it grew faster and faster—once every half minute, then every few seconds—until finally, it became a cacophony of high-pitched static.
That sound reminded Lu Yibei of the day her college entrance exam ended. When she returned to school, her classmates gathered on the playground, laughing and talking with their backs to the setting sun. Someone started it, and then everyone followed suit, tossing the books that had “oppressed” them for three or even four years from their schoolbags into the sky.
Nearly a thousand students, tens of thousands of books, flew into the sky, falling with a “whoosh,” and just like that, their youth drew an imperceptible curtain.
It was as if time had been gently and silently stolen by someone...
By the time Lu Yibei recovered from her brief reminiscence, countless semi-illusory outlines already surrounded her and Shen Baiwei.
Murals, copper plates, bamboo slips, sundials, hourglasses... just like the rapidly flipping little notebook in Shen Baiwei’s hand, they coalesced.
Countless petals of the miracle flower, pulsating with brilliant light, floated as if following a specific trajectory, interweaving with the outlines of those objects to form a massive barrier around them, isolating the strange serpent, the embodiment of The Serpent of the Years’ authority, outside.
The strange serpent’s body was covered in pale paper, its massive head violently pressed to the ground as if by an invisible force, its eyes filled with venomous resentment.
Behind it, in the distance, the heavenly light of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate from a thousand years ago was dimming.
Although there was no sun, it was like a sunset, changing rapidly from crimson to indigo, and finally sliding into darkness, in sync with the pages flipping in Shen Baiwei’s hand.
The moment the sky in their vision plunged completely into darkness, countless chaotic black lines descended from the sky, like a large blob of ink falling onto a crystal ball, engulfing the two within the barrier.
The next moment, the miracle flower petals encircling the barrier glowed with dazzling golden light, colliding with the chaotic black lines.
Without a sound, a violent impact suddenly erupted, striking their souls. The two immediately lost consciousness, as if falling into a deep sleep.
Then.
Time began to turn, and the years shifted, beginning to return to the “present”...
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She didn’t know how long it had been—it seemed like only a few minutes, yet it felt as long as a thousand years—when Shen Baiwei’s consciousness finally recovered slightly.
The weakness brought by the severe consumption of Spiritual Energy made her feel drowsy, as if she hadn’t eaten and had slept for an entire day, her limbs stiff and cold.
Then, before she could fully awaken, she heard the Disaster cursing in her ear. freēwebnovel.com
“Damn Hong Bian! I was kindly helping, and you set a trap for me?!”
Hearing this, Shen Baiwei suddenly jolted awake. Following the direction of the sound, she saw Lu Yibei, enveloped in golden light, pounding her chest and stamping her feet in exasperation.
Her appearance bore a striking resemblance to the First Generation Miracle Saint when he was awakened by the Miracle Order...
Hmph! I knew it. How could that Hong Bian Monk be so kind as to just hand over the miracle flower to you for free?
Now you’re trapped, serves you right! Shen Baiwei sneered inwardly, propping herself up with her hands.
Then.
She saw her own legs, also gleaming with golden light.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
