Chapter 92: Don’t Interfere in Our Game part 1
“Audacious disciple! How dare you take liberties on your master’s behalf.” The Chongming Bird flapped its wings, hitting Yun Xinyang.
“Wuxiang, save me!” Yun Xinyang ran behind Yun Wuxiang, performing a game of “Qin Wang circling the pillar.”
Tianqing Daozun was drawn to their commotion. After seeing that black bird clearly, she raised an eyebrow. Oh, a familiar face—no, a familiar bird.
“Yo, isn’t this Caituan?”
“I am Mojingyu!” The Chongming Bird immediately bristled upon hearing that stupid name.
“Caituan, a bird is only beautiful when it’s colorful. Look at you, insisting on making yourself pitch black like that dead phoenix.”
Tianqing Daozun flicked her hand, and the black mist surrounding the Chongming Bird was blown away like a gust of wind. Brilliant, multi-colored feathers shimmered with flowing light, dazzling and magnificent.
Caituan, whose feathers had just been praised, was not happy. It opened its eyes, all four pupils glaring at her: “Back then, you were the one who said the Jiangzi form was majestic, dominant, and as noble as a heavenly god.”
“I wasn’t wrong.” Tianqing Daozun playfully pinched one of its tail feathers: “In terms of majesty, you can’t beat Jiangzi, yet you hide your beautiful feathers. A bird should have self-awareness; don’t always chase styles that don’t suit you.”
“Glib-tongued! Sophistry!” The Chongming Bird turned to face its backside to Tianqing Daozun, but half-way through, it was caught by the tail feather in her hand, failing to turn.
Looking back, Tianqing Daozun had a playful, rakish smile, looking wildly uninhibited. It was infuriating to the bird, who pecked at her hand with its sharp beak.
While the two old acquaintances met, Yun Xinyang slipped to Yun Wuxiang’s side, whispering to him.
“Wuxiang, are you sure this place is hidden enough?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Mhm, this place is a small world manifested from a primordial object.”
Yun Xinyang heard the System in his head agree with the seclusion of the small world, so he patted his chest and said, “That’s good. Wuxiang, set up a soundproofing barrier.”
Scanning the other three—two with high realms and unpredictable methods, and one who could divine the heavens—Yun Wuxiang felt a soundproofing barrier wouldn’t do much.
Still, with a wave of his hand, he established the barrier.
“It’s done.”
Yun Xinyang nodded, and his first words were a bombshell: “39 said the World Consciousness has reincarnated.”
Yun Wuxiang lifted his eyes in surprise: “Hmm?” The Heavenly Dao could reincarnate?
Why would the World Consciousness reincarnate for no reason? Something must have happened, and it likely wasn’t a small issue.
Yun Wuxiang: “Explain in detail.”
“It’s a bit hard to describe.” Yun Xinyang organized his words: “The situation is roughly this: the firewall 39 set up was breached, and a bit of virus from an illegal system slipped in.”
“Then, the World Consciousness had already been infected by a virus once before. This bit of new virus revived the old one. The World Consciousness is upgrading, and the antivirus program ran on its own. The methods were a bit crude—it forced the new and old viruses together to eliminate them, a sort of ‘scraping bone to heal a wound’.”
“But the virus wasn’t willing to die. It took that portion of the World Consciousness with it, following the reincarnation channel into a script that the World Consciousness hadn’t deployed yet, becoming the ‘Child of Destiny’ inside.”
Yun Wuxiang digested this information and concluded: “Where is this Child of Destiny? I’ll go kill him.”
He was supposed to die anyway; killing him with the virus would settle it.
“Uh, you can’t kill him.” Yun Xinyang raised a hand to his mouth and whispered, “The World Consciousness needs energy to start a script. It’s like a preliminary investment in a project; finishing the script multiplies the principal several times. Finishing a part breaks even. Finishing nothing is a pure loss.”
“As you know, the World Consciousness already lost three scripts. Not long ago, a portion was recovered by host 6669, but now this part has been pried away by the virus. It went through legal channels, so it can’t be chased back.”
Before he finished, Yun Wuxiang had already guessed the rest: “So I have to start following the plot again, working for the World Consciousness for free?”
Yun Xinyang raised his hand to swear on the System’s behalf: “39 said afterwards it would argue with the World Consciousness for compensation and rewards. It definitely won’t let you lose out, Ge. If it fails, let it be poor for a lifetime.”
Yun Wuxiang glanced at him: “You only call me Ge when you want something.”
“Cough cough, Ge, my dear Ge, this child really wants to go home.” Yun Xinyang tugged at Yun Wuxiang’s robe, shaking it slightly, even using the high-pitched voice he used eight hundred years ago to beg his mother for toys.
They were in the small world as consciousnesses; right now, Yun Xinyang’s face was not covered by white mist, and his expression was completely visible.
A slight look of disgust appeared in Yun Wuxiang’s eyes: “Don’t use my face to make such an expression.”
Yun Xinyang countered: “This is clearly my face! Didn’t you say you’d change your face? It’s been so long, why haven’t you changed at all?”
“I got used to it.” In the small world for decades, he couldn’t use spells and saw this face every day; he was indeed used to it.
Yun Wuxiang displayed the domineering ego he had picked up as an emperor, pulling his sleeve away and commanding: “You change it instead. Change back once we return to the modern world.”
“When Song Yilou acts spoiled with you like this, you indulge him enough to let him poison the disciples’ food, but with me, you want me to change my face.” Yun Xinyang tsk-tsked, then began to gossip: “How far have you two gone?”
Yun Wuxiang’s eyes lifted slightly: “Are you curious?”
It was a gentle tone, not fierce at all, yet it gave Yun Xinyang a mysterious pressure. He didn’t dare ask further.
Looking at the ground, he thought, The patterns on the floor are so… there were no patterns on the floor.
He changed the subject as if nothing had happened: “That… 39 said the new plot is in the Immortal Realm. We don’t have a home-field advantage there right now.”
Yun Xinyang’s brow furrowed, becoming much more serious: “And this plot itself is a massive trap.”
“In this story, the Heavenly Dao is the villain. The ending is the protagonist defeating the Heavenly Dao, swallowing the original world will, and becoming the new Heavenly Dao.”
Yun Wuxiang said nonchalantly: “Follow the plot for two chapters, then slaughter him.”
Yun Xinyang paused, then said sincerely: “Ge, that remark sounds a bit like a major villain.”
“A lot of villains in ‘Dragon Aotian’ novels who plan to use the protagonist think the same way, and then they all get counter-killed.”
“Counter-killed?” Yun Wuxiang spoke as if he had heard a joke: “The illegal system killed three Children of Destiny and stole their luck. Have you seen anyone succeed in a counter-kill?”
Yun Xinyang was left speechless.
3339 also fell silent.
It seemed that was indeed the case.
Yun Wuxiang: “The World Consciousness itself isn’t very bright. After being ambushed so many times, it still doesn’t learn. The protagonist it reincarnated into…”
He ended the sentence with a faint, ephemeral chuckle, more clearly mocking than any spoken insult.
“Where is the reincarnated body of the World Consciousness? I’ll go place a couple of restrictions on him first, then have Song Yilou plant some Gu. I can also mess with his meridians a bit.”
“In a minor clan in the Immortal Realm.” Yun Xinyang said: “Going to the Immortal Realm right now is a bit dangerous.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Then have Song Yilou go plant a Gu first.” That fellow’s clones were everywhere.
“Guanzhu, may I have a word?” Bai Jiao appeared silently beside them, startling Yun Xinyang.
“You!”
When did this guy come over? How much did he hear?!
Yun Wuxiang pressed a hand on Yun Xinyang’s shoulder, calming his jumping heart. His clear red eyes looked at the white-tailed merman: “What has Excellency divined?”
Bai Jiao shook his head: “I have divined nothing. Regarding the birth of a Child of Destiny, the stars show no omen. This Child of Destiny’s existence has been hidden by the heavenly secrets; if you go looking for him now, you likely won’t find him.”
“The Heavenly Dao reincarnating, how interesting.” Tianqing Daozun’s voice rang out behind them.
“I remember back when I was crossing the Fengdao Tribulation, those tens of thousands of heavenly lightning strikes it threw at me weren’t light.” A malicious smile flashed in Tianqing Daozun’s eyes.
“Disciple, take this Heavenly Dao in. I want to be the Daozun with the highest seniority in the world.”
Yun Wuxiang heard a different meaning: “Master means… not to kill?”
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