Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me-Chapter 1329 - 1288: Thousand Faces
Ji Weiwei furrowed her brows, lightly biting her silver teeth, casting a resentful gaze at Lu Chuan. π§πππππ«π·π€πΏππ‘.ππ€πΆ
To think that she, the dignified Dark Night Queen, would be threatened by a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, hardly worth mentioning.
Such humiliation, there is none greater!
But her strength had not yet recovered, and at present, she was no match for Lu Chuan. Furthermore, for some reason, although she had desperately tried to erase those memories, the scenes from earlier continued to flood her mind, impossible to dispel.
Recalling Lu Chuanβs beast-like behavior, Ji Weiwei felt an inexplicable sense of fear rise within her.
What she found hardest to accept was that she couldnβt denyβapart from her fearβthere was also a trace of... reluctance to let go.
This kind of thing absolutely cannot happen again!
...Not a second time!
With this thought, Ji Weiwei lightly bit her lip. After a period of inner turmoil, she finally conceded, swallowing her pride as she said, "I can tell you, but you must agree to one condition!"
"I think youβre misunderstanding the situation. Do you really think youβre in a position to negotiate conditions with me, Your Majesty the Queen?"
Lu Chuan curled his lips into a smirk and took a step forward, scaring Ji Weiwei into backing away abruptly like a frightened bird.
"You! If you take one more step, donβt think of getting anything out of meβeven if... even if you act improperly toward me!"
"Youβre quite the tsundere..." Lu Chuan mocked, curling his lips again. However, he refrained from pressing further. To demonstrate his sincerity, he stepped back to create some distance before speaking in a deep voice: "Can you talk now?"
"Step back a little more."
"Donβt push your luck!"
"You! Why are you so mean..."
Ji Weiwei pursed her lips in frustration, muttered a few complaints under her breath, and then began explaining the origin of the mask.
The mask was originally an Ancient Divine Artifact, buried underground for countless years until Ji Weiwei happened to discover it by a stroke of luck, bringing it to the surface.
"The mask is called Thousand Faces. During Ancient Times, it once belonged to an Empress as an accessory. This Empress was immensely powerfulβboth righteous and wicked, with an aloof and solitary personality.
Under the Empressβs influence, the mask developed spirit wisdom and merged itself into Thousand Faces, even arrogantly bestowing upon itself a name... Dark Night Queen."
As she reached this point, Ji Weiweiβs cheeks flushed slightly, her demeanor shifting to one of bashfulness.
She couldnβt help itβthe name was... difficult to judge.
"Keep going."
"IβI was just about to!"
Ji Weiwei stamped her foot in indignation and then continued speaking.
"The mask, imbued with the Empressβs aura, developed an increasingly capricious personality. It subconsciously believed itself to be female, so Thousand Faces only allowed women to wear it.
If a man forcibly donned the mask, he would suffer its backlash. At best, he might go insane; at worst, he could explode into pieces, his body destroyed, turning into pure spiritual power absorbed by the mask."
Hearing this, Lu Chuan nodded thoughtfully.
"So what does this have to do with me?"
"It originally had nothing to do with you. But as luck would have it, you barged in. After thousands of years of slumber, Thousand Facesβs spiritual power was all but drained. It couldnβt bear to refine me, so it decided to adopt a Paper Man Substitute and use you as its nourishment."
As Ji Weiwei spoke, her aura shifted drastically, her voice taking on a piercing shrillness.
"Disgusting man! One day, Iβll tear you to piecesβmark my words!"
"No, no, that wasnβt me speakingβit was the mask!"
Ji Weiwei quickly regained control of her body, shaking her head frantically, afraid that Lu Chuan might blame her and take further actions that would shock heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, Lu Chuan didnβt seem to take her threats seriously.
He was speaking with the Tower Spirit.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Itβs incredibly difficult. As two Artifact Spirits of Divine Artifacts, my strength is slightly greater than Thousand Faces, but my foundation is far inferior. If I forcibly intervene, I might completely destroy the restrictions here, along with the great opportunities contained within. So..."
"So, itβs up to me, right? Youβre becoming less and less reliable. Fine, go amuse yourself elsewhere."
"..."
The Tower Spirit felt insulted.
However, Lu Chuanβs emotions were far from as carefree as they seemed.
Simply from the fact that Ji Weiwei could effortlessly bypass the restrictions he set and quietly approach him, it was easy to deduce that Ji Weiweiβs strength far surpassed his own.
At present, her cultivation had merely not been restored yet, which was why she was patiently answering his questions. Once her power returned, it would be only a matter of moments before another fierce battle erupted.
Could he win?
Unlikely.
With this realization, Lu Chuan exhaled deeply.
He had to find a way to escape.
"You can leave now."
"Wh-what?"
"I said, you can leave now. I promise I wonβt harm you."
As he spoke, Lu Chuan stepped aside, opening up a path for her to leave. Yet Ji Weiwei hesitated for a moment, showing no sign of leaving.
Of course, she wouldnβt leave!
She had just been subjected to this bastardβs...
After all the effort she put into waiting for her strength to recover, there was no way she would let this bastard off without a harsh lesson to vent her rage!
Seeing Ji Weiwei remain silent, Lu Chuan grew increasingly frustrated. After a quick calculation, he realized time was running out for him, so he decided not to waste any more words on Ji Weiwei and ran for it.
But Lu Chuan had already fallen behind.
A torrent of spiritual power surged from behind him. Lu Chuan instinctively turned around, weaving a spell to block the attack, but the powerful impact still sent him flying over ten meters, crashing through a wall.
"Iβve regained my strength, you scoundrel! Prepare to die!"
Ji Weiweiβs pearly teeth bit into her red lips. Still burning with the indignity of having her body taken over, she channeled Thousand Facesβs power, unleashing techniques once wielded by the Empress herselfβdomineering and unmatched!
Spiritual power transformed into crimson ribbons that slithered toward Lu Chuanβs throat. His heart sank as he instinctively summoned his Pill Fire, letting it erupt around him, barely repelling the crimson ribbons!
But one attack failed, and another followed in its wake!
Thousand Faces had clearly seized control of Ji Weiweiβs body, lunging forward like a vengeful ghost. A small fan unfolded, projecting a scene of mountains and rivers reflected in the firmament, pressing down on Lu Chuan!
Seeing this, Lu Chuan felt a chill creep over his scalp.
"If you donβt take action soon, youβll be scraping my corpse off the floor for burial!"
"..."
The Tower Spirit said nothing but dared not delay. The tower trembled as immense energy surged forth, coalescing into the form of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, which intercepted the descending Heavenly Mountain Cloud Water!
"Demon Suppression Pagoda!"
Thousand Faces let out a shrill scream. Its anger palpable, it turned and fled without hesitation.
Lu Chuan finally let out a sigh of relief, glancing at the now-dim Little Tower, murmuring an apology in his heart.
But there was no time to restβhe still had matters to deal with.
After a brief recovery, Lu Chuan returned to the Tang familyβs ancestral home. Just as he pushed the door open, he caught sight of Tang Yurou waking up. Her soft, watery peach blossom eyes gazed directly at Lu Chuan, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Lu... Lu Chuan Brother, have we already..."
Hearing this, Lu Chuanβs face instantly flushed red. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Uh... ahem! Iβm afraid I have to disappoint you."
