Chapter 501 - 500: It’s Time for Your Seventh-Day Memorial

Chapter 501: Chapter 500: It’s Time for Your Seventh-Day Memorial

Chapter 500: It’s Time for Your Seventh-Day Memorial

Luo Wusheng’s consciousness returned to his physical body.

Opening his eyes, he glanced at his palm with a peculiar expression.

Moments ago, in that mental space, he had lingered his focus on the characters "Nine Nether" on the mist-shrouded Panel. His consciousness had instantly spanned space, arriving at the distant Sea-Crossing Boat—more precisely, at the side of his Junior Sister.

However, the connection had lasted only three breaths before snapping back, leaving him no time to figure out what she was doing.

Immediately after, his consciousness was violently expelled from the space back into his body.

"If I probe carefully, I can still sense the existence of that space, but I can’t enter it with my consciousness for now... It seems to be due to the disharmony between my physical body and Origin. It’s like I passed the initial ticket check but was thrown out during security screening when a problem was found?"

Luo Wusheng scratched his head. "Never mind. At least this investigation gave me some clues. It seems the Panel might be used for some kind of authentication. I still don’t understand what all those words mean, but after Little Yuli and the others left their corresponding messages, touching those words allowed me to descend into consciousness just now...?"

"This probably isn’t its full functionality, especially the consciousness connection, which feels incomplete. Perhaps I could use something that can also establish a connection as a medium to build a more stable channel? If my understanding of the various Dao Rhythms deepens, I might even be able to make further modifications based on that... But that’s just speculation. I’ll have to wait until I go in next time to try it out."

"I feel like I’m forgetting something... Ah, right!"

Luo Wusheng fumbled with his storage pouch, pulling out a small notebook.

He carefully opened to the first page.

"...The part I wrote before I even started the diary is still there."

Damn it!

The Demon Sect Holy Saint’s expression was priceless as he stared at the diary’s contents.

He had originally planned to confirm whether the broken Sword Emperor’s sword also lacked a portion of Heaven-grade Soulblade Specter’s sword intent energy, but he had completely lost the mood for that now.

Suddenly, he didn’t know how he would face his Junior Sister next.

The terror of social death was not something an ordinary person could endure.

"No wonder Xiaoyao’s attitude became so ambiguous afterward... I thought my words, spoken while she was pretending to sleep, had worked. I never imagined..."

His fingers couldn’t help but fidget in the air.

Hmm, Luo Wusheng trusts that the words in his writing are difficult for people in this world to understand.

But he also believes that the Little Demoness, who always seemed overly clever, could vaguely guess the meaning of most of the terms.

If that so-called first page of the diary had fallen into Little Yuli’s hands, Luo Wusheng wouldn’t have felt this complicated mix of emotions. Although Little Yuli, under his literary tutelage, could understand many of the words from his past life, they were still within acceptable limits. More importantly, the girl knew that he, the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint, liked to ramble about all sorts of nonsense. She might have even naively assumed it was a new story...

"Phew... It’s happened. I’ll deal with it later."

Luo Wusheng exhaled a long, turbid breath.

At least he wouldn’t be seeing his Junior Sister anytime soon. He should ignore this embarrassing situation for now and focus on the matter at hand.

’But when I was briefly conscious earlier, I also saw a woman in black robes... Could that be the Divine Envoy of Desire mentioned in the secret agent intelligence, who chartered the entire Sea-Crossing Boat today with Bai Xiaoyao to return to the Three Thousand Demon Domain?’

Luo Wusheng pondered this as his form slowly faded into the space.

He had confirmed what he could for now. The remaining complexities would take time to unravel, and he would have to gradually uncover them through his daily actions.

. . .

When Luo Wusheng withdrew from the spatial realm, the sky was already nearing dusk.

Drowsily looking around, he found a stunningly beautiful girl in a Daoist robe sitting by his bedside, meditating and regulating her breathing. Spiritual energy coiled around her, making her seem like an ethereal Daoist immortal from the heavens, untouched by the mortal world.

"Finally emerged from the Spatial Artifact?"

Ji Yanyao paused her cultivation, her gaze lightly sweeping over Luo Wusheng with a hint of a smile. "It seems the backlash from the Origin and Body Incompatibility no longer significantly hinders your movements?"

Luo Wusheng was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained his composure and nodded. "It’s not completely resolved, but it no longer affects my daily activities... You’ve been waiting here for me to emerge?"

As he asked this, Luo Wusheng instinctively glanced toward a certain corner of the room.

But the sense of disharmony that had lingered there before he entered the Demon Moon space was no longer present.

"The Imperial Alter Ego and Mortal Alter Ego don’t wish to see you at the moment and are swamped with official duties. Since I’m not considered an insider of the Immortal Nation and have some free time, I figured any place is as good as any for cultivation, so I came here."

"I see," Luo Wusheng said, stroking his chin. He retrieved a stack of secret agent intelligence from his storage pouch. "I’ve read these and have a general understanding of what’s happened these past few days, but there are some matters..."

"You want me to keep your premature resurrection a secret, and in return, have the Imperial Alter Ego grant you a spot at the Sword Sect’s Succession Ceremony in half a month, right?" Ji Yanyao took the stack of documents, a half-smile playing on her lips as she revealed Luo Wusheng’s intentions.

Luo Wusheng blinked. "Dao-Dao truly understands me."

Miss Dao-Dao’s expression nearly cracked... She still wasn’t used to this bizarre nickname.

’This way of addressing me does seem a bit intimate, doesn’t it?’

’Oh well, let him have his way. I’ve been infected by it myself when I privately call them the Imperial Alter Ego and the Mortal Alter Ego.’

Without dwelling on the matter, she sighed.

"Rest assured, even if the Imperial Alter Ego and the Mortal Alter Ego were foolish enough, I wouldn’t let news of your revival leak and attract that entity from that day again..."

As she spoke, Ji Yanyao’s expression turned peculiar. "As for the latter... you haven’t forgotten you still hold an official position in the Immortal Nation, have you?"

"Golden-Ranked members of the Six Gate Bureau are naturally invited. It’s just that someone needs to manage affairs in the Royal City, so not all of us can attend."

"Uh..." Luo Wusheng’s old face flushed red.

He had almost forgotten about his Golden-Ranked member status within the Six Gate Bureau, a position he had secured long ago but never had the chance to assume.

It was ironic that when he decided to conceal his identity, he had fabricated a whole set of new personas, yet failed to remember that a fully established identity was already waiting for him here.

Ji Yanyao could tell he had genuinely forgotten. She said with a hint of exasperation, "So, all you need to do is decide on your title as a Golden-Ranked member of the Six Gate Bureau, and this issue will be resolved. Have you thought about what you want to be called?"

Luo Wusheng, of course, hadn’t.

"Hmm... Ancient Phoenix?" he blurted out, thinking of his recent experiences.

Ji Yanyao’s expression remained impassive. "Do you think that’s appropriate?"

Of course not... Seven days ago, the entire Immortal Nation had witnessed the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint wreathed in flames by a phoenix. Anyone would now associate anything related to phoenixes with Luo Wusheng.

The sudden appearance of a Golden-Ranked member with this name made it hard not to make connections.

But that was just the surface reason. In truth, Ji Yanyao had a bizarre thought that even she found a bit unreasonable:

Ancient Phoenix?

Everyone knew the saying "Phoenix Perches on the Phoenix Tree," and our Six Gate Bureau just happened to have a "Wutong"... What were your intentions in choosing this name?

Luo Wusheng felt Miss Dao-Dao’s gaze turn somewhat dangerous for some reason, so he quickly shook his head.

"Not right, not right. I’ll think of something else..."

"Never mind. This isn’t urgent. There’s something more important to attend to now."

"Hmm?"

Luo Wusheng looked at the stunning young woman who had suddenly broken into a smile, puzzled.

Then, the current chief disciple of the Daoist Sect, who called herself a master of the Dao of the Great Forgetfulness of Emotion, said with a playful tone:

"Let’s go. It’s time to attend your seventh-day memorial."

Luo Wusheng: ???

. . .

Deep within the Imperial Palace, Di-Di and Fan-Fan sat in the secret chamber, hands tucked into their sleeves.

"Is Dao-Dao going to be alright?" Kirin asked, gazing at the darkening sky outside with a hint of worry in her voice.

"She should be fine," the Empress replied, her eyes twinkling. "After all, it was her own plan, and it’s quite feasible. We just need to wait here for them to return. If Little Luo can even halfway understand how we feel this time, that will be enough to proceed with the next step and fully restore our dignity."

"Well, taking him, disguised, to meet his former junior officers and having them make him worship himself... while Dao-Dao observes on our behalf... if it really plays out like that, it would be quite amusing," Kirin said, her expression softening. "Hmph, he must have felt this way in his heart before. Now it’s our turn."

"Ah, I only hope I can look him in the eye next time... and not be ashamed to even show him that marriage contract..."

"Heh, you embarrassing little Di-Di. Now you know how much you embarrassed yourself before, don’t you?"

"Pah! You’re the last person who has the right to say that to me!"

The two identical, stunningly beautiful girls, seeing they were about to start another fight, stared at each other for a few moments before silently folding their hands and sitting back down.

"...While I was impersonating you to handle affairs today, I saw another courtier submit a petition regarding the matter of establishing an imperial consort," Miss Kirin suddenly said.

The Empress waved it off casually. "I am you. After the memory synchronization, anything you see is as good as me seeing it. Is there any need to mention it specifically? With the Netherkin chaos having just occurred, it’s natural for some to worry about the future of the Immortal Nation. Nothing surprising."

"But neither of us resists this matter as strongly as we used to."

Both avatars fell silent.

The Empress’s eyes gazed out the window, and she murmured softly, "Let’s see how Dao-Dao’s situation turns out tonight..."

. . .

Before the grand mansion Luo Wusheng had once purchased in the Royal City.

A man wearing a black tiger mask and a scholar’s robe stood before the tightly locked gate, his gaze sweeping over the yellow paper pasted on it. A youthful chuckle escaped from beneath the mask.

"Ha, just as I expected. Those brats knew I hadn’t died, so why would they wait for my seven-day mourning period? With the city so lively tonight, they’ve all rushed to Red Blossom Pavilion for some debauchery."

Beside him stood a girl wearing a white tiger mask, her eyes vacant and numb behind the mask.

In her heart, only one word echoed.

’Damn it!’

’Tomorrow, I’ll have the Imperial Alter Ego strictly regulate the brothels! From now on, no one from the Demon Artifact Pavilion—not even the dogs—will be allowed inside! Ahhh!!’

At that moment, the young man turned to the girl beside him.

"Alright, it seems my Junior Sister has been managing things well these past few days. No need for me to worry... Since it’s the day Your Majesty has decreed to celebrate our victory over the Netherkin chaos, how about we take a stroll through the northern part of the city?"

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Cultivation Realm:

1, Qi Refining

2, Foundation Establishment

3, Golden Core

4, Nascent Soul

5, Divine Transformation (Formerly Known as Tribulation Crossing)

6, Tribulation Transcendence

7, Land Immortal

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