Free Web NovelAt first, Lu Yibei was a little excited to see the Maitian God acting so “aloof.” She liked nothing more than conquering aloof characters.
However, she had only spoken a little truth, discussed things the other party hated, and hadn't even had time to frame them or use threats and inducements before the Maitian God appeared. She was somewhat disappointed.
It felt like, many years after graduation, one accidentally found the WeChat of a girl they had a crush on in school, added her with great anticipation, and just after saying “Hello!” saw the reply “1K for an overnight stay.”
At this point, given Lu Yibei’s personality, she would definitely ask, “What’s the discount for a monthly pass?”
Hmm, probably 40% off?
“......”
However, a dignified Calamity level urban legend shouldn’t be so impatient. If it truly didn’t show its face, even if the Void came, there would be nothing he could do.
But now it was acting like an impulsive hothead. Could there be some trick involved?
Lu Yibei thought to herself, looking ahead.
Outside the barrier opened by her bracelet, the haze quickly gathered, soon solidifying into a human form.
Slightly curly golden-yellow long hair became lighter in color closer to the ends, and at the very tips, it transformed directly into pale smoke, spreading in all directions. A pair of gray-blue eyes were filled with anger, like a gloomy sky brewing a storm.
A yellow-brown retro British-style suit perfectly matched the Maitian God’s initial rumored origin in London, but its crude posture of rolled-up sleeves, as if ready to fight, was somewhat inconsistent with the “elegance and nobility” self-proclaimed by hypocritical British gentlemen.
The face, which bore some resemblance to Tan Qiuming, surprised Lu Yibei at first glance, but on second thought, it seemed very reasonable. She didn’t believe that Tan Qiuming’s birth had no connection to the Maitian God.
“Have you arrived?” Steadying herself, she asked with a poker face, trying to appear calm, “So... should I address you as Mr. or Ms.?”
She was genuinely unsure of the Maitian God’s gender.
Logically, the probability of it being female would be higher if it could bear offspring, but one couldn’t rule out the possibility of it cooperating with others or other urban legend.
Its facial features weren’t sharply defined, appearing very neutral. The slightly oversized suit also obscured its body curves. More importantly, it had no “lower body”...
Just like the lower body of the little brother she had seen, which was condensed from flames, the Maitian God’s lower body was a mass of highly condensed dark gray smoke, churning ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) and writhing, occasionally stirring up a vortex filled with Spiritual Energy fluctuations.
Although she had long known that more than half of energy-type urban legend would have certain parts of their bodies presented in “energy” form, seeing it with her own eyes still felt very strange.
Just one more look, just one!
Noticing Lu Yibei’s overly offensive gaze, the Maitian God, already seething with rage, finally let out a cold snort, “Hmph, Qinan Bamboo’s offspring are indeed as annoying as she is, like bedbugs.”
Qinan Bamboo... Lu Yibei’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly forced herself to regain composure and replied, “Oh, I swear, if you say that again, I’ll kick your ass... Uh, sorry, you don’t seem to have an ass?”
Although she found it somewhat surprising to hear Ms. Wang Meili’s true name from the Maitian God’s mouth, upon closer thought, she found a reasonable explanation.
Previously in Taoyuan, the essays confiscated from Professor Hu had mentioned the Maitian God. In Hua City, there were also Maitian God believers like Li Tanghan and his son, and Mengmeng had even been enslaved by the Maitian God... All these signs indicated that its claws had already reached Hua City.
“......” The Maitian God’s expression darkened a few more shades. Lu Yibei’s damned translated tone made it feel like Lu Yibei was being sarcastic.
As if hallucinating, the figure of that red-haired woman from many years ago appeared before its eyes.
Back then, she was just like this, eating hotpot and singing songs, saying annoying things.
The only difference was that Ms. Wang Meili would always subconsciously use archaic language and occasionally quote classics, making her insults even more potent.
Seeing the Maitian God remain silent, Lu Yibei shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t really like the term ‘offspring.’ After all, Ms. Wang Meili isn’t a urban legend.”
“If possible, I’d still prefer you say I’m Qinan Bamboo’s son...”
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the Maitian God’s gaze slowly drop, landing on her chest.
Following the Maitian God’s gaze, Lu Yibei also lowered her head to look at her own chest.
It seemed... a little exaggerated?
“Uh, daughter is also acceptable... Forget it, just call me Disaster!” Lu Yibei said, rubbing her forehead.
“Hmph!” The Maitian God sneered, disdainfully surveying Lu Yibei, “If that’s all you have to say... Anyway, it’s good to see you.”
There it was, the British-style passive aggression!
Lu Yibei had read online that if a Briton told you “Anyway, it’s good to see you,” what they really meant was probably “You should leave now, thank you.”
It was so pretentious, something that could be achieved with a simple “Get lost.”
So what if I asked you how happy you were and wouldn’t let you leave until you explained it clearly today?
As Lu Yibei fell into a brief silence, during the skill cast time, the contempt in the Maitian God’s eyes intensified. Then, its chin slightly lifted, and it said arrogantly, “Or, do you want to hear about your mother’s cause of death?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say something I shouldn’t have? But seeing you reminded me of her. To be honest, I was nearby at the time and saw with my own eyes how she was tortured to death by those three brutal guys...”
“It was too cruel, that scene of a beautiful rose being mercilessly crushed, I’m afraid I’ll never forget it in this life.”
The Maitian God actually knew very well that Lu Yibei had summoned it because of its soon-to-be-born offspring.
In fact, the reason it appeared was not because of Lu Yibei’s offensive words, but after hearing Lu Yibei’s summons, it briefly considered and decided to cooperate before showing itself.
Although Lu Yibei had snatched its subordinate, injured it, and indirectly caused a huge deviation in its meticulously planned Power purification ritual, this also indirectly proved that Lu Yibei had the qualifications to cooperate with it.
Moreover, since everything that was happening now originated from her, shouldn’t she be responsible for it?
However, even if they were to cooperate, with the Maitian God’s pride, it was impossible for it to be manipulated by an A-Level urban legend.
If it could use what it knew about Qinan Bamboo, adding fuel to the fire to describe it, causing Lu Yibei to lose control of her emotions and become flustered, then it could easily gain dominance or the right to control Lu Yibei.
In addition, seeing the hotpot and that bracelet after a long time also made it want to ridicule Qinan Bamboo.
What good was powerful Power?
What good was possessing so many high-level Spiritual Energy items?
In the end, didn’t she just die by her own hand? The Maitian God thought.
After hearing the Maitian God’s words, Lu Yibei’s gaze seemed to sprout hooks, locking tightly onto its cold face, her eyes deepening...
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In a detached villa in the suburbs of Hua City.
Ever since he received the intelligence from his informants, Wanglu Laosepi had been glued to his computer, waiting for Lu Yibei’s reply.
Time passed, gradually reaching midnight.
Seeing that Lu Yibei still had no movement, the anxiety in Wanglu Laosepi’s heart gradually accumulated to an unbearable degree.
“Forget it, I’m not waiting anymore!”
Saying fiercely, Wanglu Laosepi sat up straight, moved the mouse to click on the contact with the pale worm avatar in his contact list, typed in text, and pressed enter.
Netizen Old Pervert 00: “Void, did you notice the intelligence my informants sent earlier? Things are getting a bit tricky now, Disaster has lost contact...”
Void: “Read, no worries.”
Looking at the Void’s reply on the screen, a string of question marks appeared in Wanglu Laosepi’s mind.
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“???”
What the hell? A bit strange! Void’s usual replies aren’t this style, are they?
In his impression, Void’s replies would always logically analyze the incident and explain the reasons for its actions, for them, its subordinates, to use as reference when encountering similar incidents in the future, and finally, it would be accompanied by a perfectly appropriate emoji.
But this time, it neither analyzed, nor explained, and the emoji was also gone.
Something’s wrong!
It’s like an auto-reply...
Could it be that Void is infected with a virus again? Wanglu Laosepi thought.
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“Alright!”
With almost no trace of thought, Lu Yibei answered without hesitation.
Trying to use Ms. Wang Meili’s death to throw her off balance?
No way!
Since the Maitian God was willing to speak, she was happy to listen.
Although she was also anxious, it wasn’t her offspring about to descend into the world and plot to devour her. In any case, the Maitian God was only more anxious than her.
Moreover, her anxiety was useless. If the Maitian God didn’t let her pass, it would be difficult for her to travel across half the city to the location of the ritual.
“They used a forbidden Spell to imprison Qinan Bamboo, told her that you had been eliminated by them, and while Qinan Bamboo was emotionally unstable, they launched a surprise attack, destroying her Power...”
The Maitian God described the process of Qinan Bamboo’s death with a cold and malicious tone, but it had only just begun when Lu Yibei interrupted it with a poker face.
“Wait!”
Heh, can’t stand to listen anymore? The Maitian God sneered inwardly, then immediately suspected its ears were faulty.
“They let Wang Meili die so easily? That shouldn’t be right? Did you miss any important details? For example, before Wang Meili died, did they torture her body, trample her soul, shatter her hope, or something?”
“If there’s nothing, can it even be called tortured to death?”
Maitian God, “......”
The Maitian God indeed didn’t know if those things Lu Yibei mentioned happened. “Tortured to death” was also a rhetorical flourish it added. What it saw was merely the scene of Qinan Bamboo being taken away by those three terrifying individuals.
“Also...” Lu Yibei surveyed the Maitian God, “What exactly are those three guys? At least give me a name? Just saying ‘they, they,’ it’s confusing me!”
“They...” The Maitian God’s expression suddenly sharpened, and it said in a deep voice, “Their names cannot be directly called!”
“Cannot directly call their names?” Lu Yibei tilted her head, “Good heavens! Voldemort? You’re not scared, are you?”
Although she spoke without pause, she was genuinely shocked inwardly.
The Maitian God was a Calamity level urban legend after all. Who could be so powerful that even it dared not speak their names?
Would they be more terrifying than Zhang Huainan?
“They...” The Maitian God opened its mouth, about to explain, but the next second, as if sensing something, it suddenly turned and looked in the direction of Mountain City’s main urban area. Its already somewhat pale face immediately took on a hint of blackness.
The ritual had already begun, it felt it.
In its mind, the crying of a baby echoed, as if hallucinating, hearing a tender voice say to it, “Mommy, I’m hungry!”
Noticing the subtle change in the Maitian God’s expression, Lu Yibei slyly leaned closer and teased, “You seem a bit unwell? What, labor pains have started, have they?”
The Maitian God glanced at Lu Yibei, feigning composure, “Not at all, I’m perfectly fine. I apologize for giving you that impression.”
“Is that so?” Lu Yibei nodded expressionlessly, “Then let’s continue our previous topic? Those ‘they’ you mentioned...”
“Enough!” The Maitian God roared, its chest heaving violently for a moment, thick smoke spewing from its mouth and nose. It looked at Lu Yibei with a gloomy gaze, gritting its teeth, “Let’s get back to the main topic and discuss how to cooperate, shall we?”
What’s called suffering for the sake of pride? This is suffering for the sake of pride! A hint of a smile flashed in Lu Yibei’s eyes, and she bowed slightly to the Maitian God, “Of course.”
“If you don’t mind, would you like to have some hotpot together? I can also provide drinks and alcohol!”
Upon hearing this, the Maitian God’s first instinct was to refuse, but the next second, it suddenly sensed that the ritual, which had already begun, had somehow abruptly stopped. So, almost instinctively, it politely said to Lu Yibei, “A little taste wouldn’t hurt.”
As its words fell, a brand new bowl and chopsticks were handed to it.
Maitian God, “......” I was just being polite, can’t you tell?
Lu Yibei, “......” I know you’re being polite, but if I don’t act a little mischievous at a time like this, I’ll feel itchy all over!
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The moment she descended from high altitude to the ground, Ju Meng activated her Power to its fullest.
“Hiss—whoosh—!”
Her vermilion lips parted slightly, inhaling the murky air, then slowly exhaling.
The intense discomfort from her respiratory tract caused beads of sweat to instantly form on her forehead.
Immediately following, terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuations surged, spreading in all directions, accompanied by a tide-like torrent of vitality.
Seeds and root systems that had unfortunately been buried deep in the soil during highway construction, sealed from sunlight and moisture by concrete and asphalt, and eventually lost their vitality, were reawakened and granted life.
As she inhaled and exhaled, the ground vibrated subtly and rapidly.
One by one, wild grasses, shrubs, and tree saplings tore through the solid asphalt road, rising from the earth.
Within seconds, her surroundings were a vibrant expanse of life.
“Hiss—whoosh—!”
After slightly adapting to the intense discomfort caused by the haze entering her body, Ju Meng once again inhaled and exhaled air. Massive amounts of air, filled with toxic haze, were drawn in, and the airflow created a miniature storm at her mouth and nose.
At the same time, as if to repay the grace of renewed life, the rapidly growing vegetation also breathed with her.
Thus, decay soon descended upon those plants.
Their leaves withered, their stems shriveled, yet at the moment they fell to the earth, they used their last wisp of vitality to bloom flowers, bear fruit, and scatter their seeds back to the earth.
Then, once again, they burst forth with even more astonishing vitality.
To allow reproduction and decay to coexist, fearless of flourishing and withering—this was something only “the fruit born from the Fusang Divine Tree of old” and “the master of marriage and offspring” could achieve.
The dense haze around them slowly retreated, like soldiers being routed, and soon Ju Meng cleared a patch of clarity, and then...
She saw two figures sitting around a copper hotpot.
One of them was Lu Yibei.
Ju Meng, “???”
What the hell? Are you a dog? Sister, I risked getting chronic bronchitis, painstakingly came to save you, and you’re here eating hotpot with someone else?
