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"Have you heard... of Su Wensheng?" Su Ming’an touched his own face.

The World Master’s gaze was confused, staring at Su Ming’an’s face, as if in deep thought, yet also blank.

It seems the World Master’s brain injury was severe, his memory so jumbled, he even forgot about the alliance.

Just then, footsteps approached, as a thin-faced man dragged in a group of people bound with ropes, reporting with cupped hands: "World Master, the residents who spread rumors earlier have been captured, they are here at your disposal."

The bound people had towels stuffed in their mouths, eyes full of tears, continuously whimpering. Su Ming’an saw a somewhat familiar face— it was that maid who guided him into the city.

"...So noisy." The World Master leaned against the deity statue, yawning, and coldly glanced at the thin-faced man: "Who let you bring these things into the hall?"

"You previously ordered that upon capturing them, they should be brought before you..." The man responded with cupped hands, suddenly noticing the World Master’s cold gaze, causing a chill in his heart, he immediately knelt down: "...I spoke out of turn, I will escort them to the cell at once..."

Su Ming’an glanced at the whimpering people: "What crime did they commit?"

The World Master languidly said: "They said I pamper my adopted daughter too much."

Su Ming’an: "...just that one sentence?"

"Just that one sentence."

Su Ming’an finally understood what people meant by the "World Master’s cruelty," this group included boys on the brink of puberty, perhaps they simply parroted a phrase without broadcast, merely said it at home, and were brought here.

The World Master’s mood was so volatile, today feeling this topic was permissible, but tomorrow feeling it taboo.

"What will you do with them?" Su Ming’an asked.

The thin-faced man glanced at Su Ming’an in surprise, he had never seen the World Master speak so amiably, if it were him asking, he’d have been dismembered long ago.

"Yihong." The World Master lifted the tea cover, brushing away the foam on the water surface: "There are guests today, be gentle."

The thin-faced man nodded and, with a single sword thrust, stabbed the maid in the abdomen.

The maid opened her mouth wide, pain and despair filling her beautiful eyes, she glanced at the World Master as if begging for mercy, realizing it was futile, soon coughed up blood and fell silent.

A young girl died just like that, and the World Master lightly blew on the tea surface, unperturbed, the silver mask gleaming with a blade-like chill.

Subsequently, Yihong moved to the next person, a sword thrust forward.

The next was a boy around twelve or thirteen years old, who didn’t even understand what he did wrong, shaking all over, watching as the sword edge approached.

Su Ming’an knew he shouldn’t interfere with the World Master’s rule, even if he spoke, the World Master would only see him as caught, ensnaring more people. He said flatly: "The whole room reeks of blood, do you like this scent? Or are you deliberately displaying ruthless murder as an intimidation because I’m here?"

Yihong’s wrist trembled, he nearly used all his strength to restrain himself from looking at Su Ming’an. Such bold words, how dare someone speak to the World Master like that.

What happened to the last person who spoke like that?

Yihong thought and thought again, finally recalling that disgusting scene— the person dismembered and devoured by bugs and ants, moaning before death, bugs crawling over his nose and mouth, dying a very miserable death...

The World Master’s wrist twitched, surprisingly looked at Su Ming’an, as if curious about Su Ming’an’s audacity. However, looking at this familiar face, the World Master’s anger inexplicably dissipated, saying lightly:

"Yihong, take them and get out."

Yihong immediately took the group away, leaving only a pool of blood. Scarlet blood congealed on the white jade ground, like a large ruby.

In the vast hall, only two remained with the flickering candlelight.

The World Master bowed his head, tasting the tea, purple hair hanging low, porcelain cup white as jade, the candle glow casting an orange hue on the silver mask, forming the only warm color.

The faint sound of porcelain clinking like jade beads, Su Ming’an’s ears twitched, hearing a slightly hoarse voice:

"Did you know?"

"The last time handling such sinners, I wasn’t as straightforward with a single sword kill, instead I savored it slowly... if you can’t even accept this, you’ll find that scene even more unbearable."

The World Master slowly set down the porcelain cup, a hint of provocation in his voice.

"I can’t?" Su Ming’an replied: "The bloody scenes I’ve witnessed might surpass yours. I just can’t bear to see someone courteous one day turn into a bloodthirsty mad ruler the next."

He initially held the World Master in high regard, considering him a second Noel, adeptly exchanging information across different timelines, and collaborating with clever people was comforting. Yet today, the World Master’s brutal side was unveiled, no wonder people advised against allying with him.

However, the World Master should have this split behavior due to brain illness, today’s terrifying state was merely an episode, otherwise, he remains a strategic lord.

The World Master is wise, but indeed ruthless.

If such a person became an enemy... truly terrifying.

"...heh." The World Master’s fingers bulged with veins, eyes filled with coldness: "I’ve retreated time and again because you piqued my curiosity... but do you truly think I don’t dare kill you?"

"You dare, but you can’t." Su Ming’an stood with arms folded.

Su Ming’an was provoking, but the World Master calmed down, released his grip, his voice gradually steadying: "Fine."

"I won’t kill you, because your face looks familiar to me, you even said we had allied the day before." The World Master massaged his forehead, seeming pained: "Before I recall these matters, you must stay. Every time I see your face, it seems to jog some memories in my mind..."

Su Ming’an was speechless. Was the World Master treating him as a remedy for mental illness? Just by looking, could he slowly remember past events?

If the World Master truly is Wensheng... this makes sense.

The World Master possesses a wealth of information Su Ming’an needs, such as the reason for two Yuanyuans, the disappearance of the five of the Hui Family, the World Master’s true identity... currently, the Undead Territory is steadily developing, front-ranked players rescued by Su Ming’an are at work, sparing him from babysitting at the rear.

His role is a vanguard, a front-line information digger, facing gods and civilizations head-on. Staying here to gather information is just right.

Su Ming’an said: "If you let me meet the God of Doom, I will stay temporarily."

The World Master’s eyes shifted slightly: "You want to meet the God of All Things’ Doom?"

Su Ming’an: "No, it’s the Second-level God, the God of Doom."

These two gods share similar names, but the former is an invader from an outer civilization, the source of the Demonization Crisis. The latter is one of the twenty-seven gods of Luowasha. The two gods only have similar names, with no actual connection.

Meeting a deity is exceedingly difficult for humans, yet the World Master said calmly: "Fine, accompany my adopted daughter to play through the third level of the Disciple Game, and I will introduce you to the God of Doom tomorrow."

With this, the fourth phase of the Main Quest is also completed, everything proceeded smoothly.

Su Ming’an nodded. Although the World Master regarded him with eyes treating him as a novel toy, if the World Master truly thought so, he was in for a surprise.

"What about Si Yue..." Su Ming’an said.

"If you dare harm her, I’ll make you unable to live or die." The World Master’s eyes narrowed.

"...I didn’t mean it that way." Su Ming’an was filled with black lines. But seeing the World Master’s wary expression, maybe the World Master genuinely cherished Yuanyuan. With such a powerful elder protecting her, she could do what she loved, which was nice.

Seeing the World Master showing a look of impatience, Su Ming’an timely bid farewell.

"Tao’er, arrange the best room for him." At the order of the World Master, the two-braided girl from before came forward, her pink dress fluttering, smiling brightly. In such a dull, oppressive atmosphere, she was the only one as lively as a spring peach blossom.

She had neither the kind of awe that others had nor fear, smiling freely, like treating a next-door brother.

"Alright, follow me!" Tao’er waved to Su Ming’an and then smiled at the World Master: "Xiao Wen, how should we address him?"

The World Master said: "Didn’t he say, when we allied a few days ago, to call him State Preceptor? Just consider him as the State Preceptor."

To show the sincerity of their alliance, the World Master had given Su Ming’an the position of State Preceptor, second only to one. Even now, with the World Master in a mental lapse, this position was still given to Su Ming’an.

Tao’er led Su Ming’an outside, her tone playfully rising: "State Preceptor, come with me~"

The farther they walked from the hall, the fresher the air became, and after distancing from the World Master, Su Ming’an felt as if a spring breeze greeted him, his shortness of breath turning fresh and long, sweeping away the hall’s gloom.

The blue moon cast a clear light, and the jade stones shimmered. As Su Ming’an reached the hall’s entrance, he couldn’t help but turn back for a glance.

Heavy curtains locked in the darkness, a red carpet deep and long, with no view of the dark interior, only vaguely making out the figure tasting tea on the soft couch, a pair of golden eyes the only bright spot, closing quietly as the light disappeared.

...Living in such an oppressive atmosphere, isolated, no wonder so fierce.

Su Ming’an quickly looked away, no longer glancing back. Walking down the white jade steps, he felt a pair of needle-like eyes following him like a shadow until he was completely away from the grand hall.

Tao’er brought him to a room near the back garden, with rockeries and peach trees by its side.

"Si Yue is in that biggest building, just walk a few steps along the lakeside to reach it. On the right is Shi Ying’s place, on the left is Yueyue’s room, you three are living very close! If Si Yue needs a playmate, you should go over quickly!" Tao’er blinked.

Su Ming’an only wanted to probe the World Master’s tone and then use the Ruler’s Skill to max out the World Master’s favorability, to gather information. He guessed Yueyue and Shi Ying also had ulterior motives, and no one truly wanted to play with Si Yue.

"Tao’er, you and the World Master have a good relationship, huh." Su Ming’an probed: "Are you some super capable person?"

"I’m just an ordinary person, it’s my master who’s very powerful, Xiao Wen is only courteous to me~" Tao’er waved her hand with a smile and bounced away.

Watching her back, Su Ming’an stood at the door, surrounded by red and pink, the flowing bonsai water, and peach blossoms landing on his shoulder.

From the shadows, Su Rin’s voice came: "...Su Ming’an, are you going to stay here temporarily?"

Su Ming’an said: "Yes. The World Master line has a lot of important information, probably need to stay for two days. Can you return to the Undead Territory?"

Su Rin said: "In the Undead Territory, there is Eni, Lunxue, and many top-ranking players. Sique has also set the layout, just waiting for expansion, I don’t need to interfere."

Su Ming’an thought for a while and said: "Earlier I dispatched three lines — Cloning Ming went to the Wheel of Destiny. Cloning Shadow went to the Death Cantor. SR Card Su Jingtang went to the Blood Clan. I hope you can find these three people."

Su Rin responded: "Ming, Shadow, Su Jingtang? Got it." He paused, then said: "By the way, your Ruler’s Skill is still upgrading, right? When you upgrade it to the point where you can send me back to Pulaya permanently, remember to do so."

Su Ming’an: "Okay."

If that day truly comes, he will definitely send Su Rin back. It’s hard to leave one’s homeland, and for Su Rin, such wandering has already been too long.

Three hours before the Disciple Game, Su Ming’an sneaked out of the room, wandered around the palace, and went to see Si Yue in passing.

The World Master loved luxury, and the palace was vast, with magnificent buildings everywhere. Su Ming’an wandered for a while, only to suddenly discover an out-of-place area.

Most of the palaces were sharp-topped Western-style buildings, but he unexpectedly saw a pavilion area with white walls and red tiles, tall eaves, crossbeams, carved pillars, dragons, and phoenixes flying, like a dedicated Eastern area.

He couldn’t help but walk in. The buildings were also in Eastern style, pavilions and towers scattered, with four-cornered pavilions everywhere. Why did the World Master exclusively open such a distinct style area?

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose.

"Ding—ling—"

Pear blossoms on thousands of trees, rustling like silver bells.

He caught a scent of alcohol, like peach blossoms, like fermented wine, as if someone was drinking.

The full garden of spring colors came over the wall, a bit of peach blossom falling from the branches with fragrance.

Following the scent, he saw — under a hexagonal white jade pavilion, a person stood quietly.

Peach blossoms brushed like snow, white hair, that person wore a silver-threaded jade robe, their posture ethereal like an immortal. Holding a cup single-handedly, drinking alone, a piece of peach blossom floating in the wine.

A gentle spring breeze blew, the full head of white hair fluttered, like a smooth white satin, drawing the eye, as if in symbiosis with thousands of dazzling peach blossoms. That person slightly lowered their eyes, gazing slender, neither joyous nor sad.

In this silent night, the surrounding scenery appeared dim and listless behind that person.

Moonlight filtered through layers of clouds, falling on the mortal world, also on indifferent brows and eyes.

"...!"

Su Ming’an’s pupils shrank, his heart clenched in bitterness, wanting to speak, yet a sudden surge of sorrow sealed his throat.

He clenched his fists, his heart seeming to skip a beat, and his breath grew sluggish.

...Perhaps, he was dreaming.

How could he have seen it?

Knowing well that the snow had melted long ago.

The fragrance of wine filled the garden, so fragrant it turned sour in people’s senses.

But he still, like a babbling child, incredulously called out softly.

...

"...Godfather..."

...

Then.

The indifferent eyes turned to look at him.

The wind and flowers moved.

Snow filled the mortal world.