Chapter 267: I Am Your Great-Great-Great-Granddaddy!

Chapter 267: I Am Your Great-Great-Great-Granddaddy!

“Could you go back first?”

Hearing Lu Yibei’s request, Jiangli peeked at the broken sword on the ground, and after brief deliberation, nodded, “Alright.”

“Wait, what?” the Witch replied, stunned. “You... agreed? Just like that? You don’t want to take a look at it yourself or something?”

Originally, Yibei thought that she would have to suffer a lecture from her troublesome superior after requesting to do things herself.

Never in a million years would she predict that her superior would just agree without much thought to it.

There must be something wrong with Jiangli! There is no way she would allow the two of us to get along that easily! Not even an argument? Really?!

She’s plotting something! I know it!

In her state of confusion, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiangli rolled her eyes, “What? Would you rather have me tag along with you? I know what you are – even if I wanted to intervene, you will most definitely start spewing garbage out of your mouth to distract me, and then, at the right moment, you will vanish without a single trace. Am I right?”

“What the- don’t act like you know me! If you keep this up, I might think that you have a crush on me!” Yibei blurted out, teasing.

Jiangli tilted her head and rolled her eyes once again, “You’re overthinking it. I already have someone I fancy.”

What the fuck?! This is big news, people! This monster-hunting emotionless machine is able to... fall in love?! Not buying it!

Her nosy soul within her body became restless. If it weren’t for her wanting to die on the hill of keeping her identity ‘secret’, she would have dragged Jiangli over to the side and interrogated all night long on this person’s information – their social security number, their address, their household registration...

As the Witch was deep in thought, Jiangli interrupted, “Alright. Have you decided on where to go to try these things?”

“Ah. Wouldn’t it be fine to just find a place with nobody around?”

Jiangli blinked, looking at the Witch as if she was a fool, and shook her head, “No, absolutely not. There are strict procedures in place when testing out new and unknown psychic items.”

Of course, Yibei wouldn’t know what unpredictable consequences would occur if she would simply test the psychic items out. However, Jiangli, who has been working under the Night Division for several years, knows very well what would happen.

A few years ago, when she first joined the Night Division, she had the opportunity of seeing a Calamity-level psychic item that resembles a matchlock gun stowed away in the Night Division headquarters.

According to the Operator who introduced the item, the Wanggongchang Explosion had slight relations to this psychic item. The Night Division suspects that the person using it wasn’t aware of what it could do, and utilized the weapon in a reckless way.

Jiangli has no objection to her subordinate testing out these new psychic items she had harvested, but out of the abundance of caution, the Witch must now be allowed to act without a care in the world.

Shifting her tone to a more serious one, Jiangli spoke, “You can’t just find any random place to test them out, but if you haven’t thought of a suitable location yet, I can recommend a place to you.”

“Where?”

Wordlessly, Jiangli stood up and patted the dust off herself. Then, she spoke, “Wait here a moment. I’ll take you there.”

...

Ten minutes later, on a road leading to the outskirts of Huacheng, a matte-black sports bike that was carrying two girls could be seen speeding under the guiding orange street lights.

And on the back seat of the motorcycle, Yibei held onto Jiangli’s slender waist as she wore Jiangli’s own cat-eared helmet.

She could smell a faint fragrance inside the sealed space of the helmet.

It smelled pleasant, and it is exactly the same scent that could be smelled from time-to-time whenever Jiangli’s hair shifts in the air.

At Yibei’s big ‘ol age, she has never held a girl’s hand before, so where has she seen this scene before?

Ever since they left the river side all the way to their destination, she was in a state of confusion. A bunch of messy and unrealistic fantasies clouded her mind, including the type of fantasies that could land you in jail. Shew as silent the entire ride – rare, but peculiar.

By the time the Witch came back to her senses, Jiangli had already parked her bike by the ruins of Flower & Sunshine Resorts.

“We’re here. Are you going to let me go, or...?”

“Oh! My bad!” Yibei blurted out, withdrawing her hands from Jiangli’s waist.

After they got off the bike, the Witch took off Jiangli’s helmet, and immediately, her face morphed as soon as she saw the charred land and the remaining structure of the building that resembled the burnt skeletons of giants.

What the... why did she bring me here?



Did she get enough of this stupid little game we were playing? Did she go, “I’ve had it! I’ll bring the prime suspect down to the crime scene!”

She felt uneasy, and almost jumped out off her skin when Jiangli turned her around to look directly into her eyes. She was shocked, and almost confessed on the spot in hopes of getting a more lenient sentence.

“A while ago, a very, very scary urban legend was born here, which caused a great deal of damage. All residents within a radius of 5km have been evacuated. Due to the urban legend’s residual psychic energy fluctuations, not even urban legends lurk here anymore.”

“So,” Jiangli continued. “You can do whatever you want here without the worry of hurting anybody innocent.”

Thank god! It seems like she doesn’t know yet! Plus! The way I look right now is very different from what I looked like back then...

Seeing the Witch’s hesitant eyes and rare silence, Jiangli thought that she was waiting for her to leave, but felt awkward trying to ask for it. Hence, she got on her bike, tied up her long blonde hair, and rode over to her, “I’ll be leaving first. Contact me when you’re done.”

After she spoke, she gradually disappeared from the Witch’s field of vision, alongside the fading hums of an engine.

Watching Jiangli leave, Yibei felt that there was something different about the Jiangli before everything started, or even the Jiangli when this resort was burnt down to the bone.

But what exactly is different about her?

She didn’t have an answer.

“Tsk. Who cares about her? I don’t care what she becomes – nothing to do with me!” she announced, plopping her guitar bag on the ground as she retrieved the ancient sword from it. Inspecting it, she murmured to herself, “Right. The most important thing now is to inspect this sword.”

“What did you call me, you little shit? I’ll have you calling me your daddy in a bit!”

Also, what did he say his name was? Whatever! Something’s wrong with him!

“Vaccaria.”

“Ah, isn’t that...” Clear scratched his cheek, thinking to himself: Isn’t that a traditional medicine known to promote blood circulation, stimulates menstruation, and relieves carbuncle? Why would there be anyone with a name like this?

However, he remained mindful of the girl’s family. He felt that it was awkward to ask her about her name.

“...a wonderful name, Miss Vaccaria,” Clear complimented. He took a few steps forward, and sat down cross-legged a short distance away from Yibei.

Throughout their conversation, she kept looking at both the man who bore a strong resemblance to her father and the ancient sword in his hand.

Noticing her gaze, Clear chuckled, “Young lady, you seem interested in this sword of mine.”

She didn’t dare to speak, but nodded instead, as if she was a chicken pecking at its food.

To be honest, she was afraid of her father once, and true to her luck, the man in front of her had the exact same face as her own father.

I’m scared, okay?!

“I have inherited this sword from my master’s sect, and it is known as the Spirit of Karma. Pity that...” as Clear spoke, his eyes dimmed slightly before he shook his head. “It is not important. It does not matter if I mention it.”

“Speaking of which,” he continued. “I am unclear of something, so I was hoping that you would be able to clarify it to me.”

“What is it?”

“What you’re seeing now...” he pointed to himself. “...is a residual image of mine. I left an image of me in the sword as my final blessing to future generations. However, I was wondering how the sword ended up in your hands.”

As Clear spoke, his expression did not budge, but she could see his eyes turn cold. It was a subtle change, but the Witch could feel that his temperament had suddenly changed from a weak scholar, to a swordsman who could kill in just a single swipe of the blade.

“Ah, uh... you see...”

Hesitating, she could see Clear getting closer and closer out of the corner of her eye. She gritted her teeth and blurted out, “Ancestral inheritance, yes! I inherited this sword!”

“Oh?” Clear narrowed his eyes, and looked at the Witch up and down. “Does your husband’s surname start with a ‘Lu’, perchance?”

The Witch was silent for a moment. She felt as if she had just caught some important information, but didn’t want to confirm it with him. All she could muster up was a mere, “Yes. How did you know?”

Hearing her answer, Clear’s brows relaxed, and the cold aura of death surrounding him disappeared. A wry smile appeared on his face as he sighed, “Then, it is right. However, I am unsure of what your husband’s full name is.”

“Yibei. Lu Yibei.”

“What?” he frowned upon hearing this. “What about this ‘Lu Yibei’’s father’s name?”

“Lu Ming?”

“No. That can’t be right...” Clear muttered. “What about Lu Ming’s father?”

“Lu Bayi?” as she spoke, he saw Clear frowning again, so she decided to interrupt him. “And Bayi’s father is Lu Yuebo. Any further, and I’m all out of names for you.”

“Yes! That’s the one! Lu Yuebo! That is my son!”

After Clear finished speaking, an awkward silence permeated between the two of them, followed closely by...

“You are my great-great-great-grand-father/-son’s wife!”

Clear was elated. My great-great-great-grandson’s wife is so beautiful. How wonderful! How capable! As expected of my own lineage!

Meanwhile, in Lu Yibei’s mind...

This whole time I was talking about making the sword call me daddy, and turns out, he’s my great-great-great-granddaddy. Great. And I am the grandson in question.

How embarrassing! If I tell him now that I’m Lu Yibei, he might just clean me up with that sword of his!

Clear sat closer amidst Yibei’s thoughts, and asked, “Young lady, allow me this question – how many kitchen knives has this sword been cast into? Was this sword not Lu Yibei’s? How did it get into your hands? Did something happen at home?”

“Indeed. My husband has unfortunately passed away.”

Okay. That’s it, I’ll never lie again. (That’s my one-time limit!)

You know the old saying – you need more lies to cover up your previous lies! Also! Did I really just say that I passed away? What kind of stupid fucking behavior am I on to curse myself to death when I’m still very alive!

As she was deep in thought, she placed her face over her forehead, not wanting to look at Clear’s expression anymore as she waited for his response.

“I see. Are you pregnant?”

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