Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 864 - 861: "It is fate! It is unjust fate!
Chapter 864: Chapter 861: "It is fate! It is unjust fate!
At this moment, the world slowed down.
[How will you respond to this person?]
Triangle pattern: ["It’s February, the peach blossoms have bloomed."]
Square pattern: ["I’ve fallen to this point because of you! It’s destiny! It’s this unjust fate that brought me to find you! Li Mingyue!"]
Circle pattern: ["I want to report Xiao Jingsan for stealing my identity and wreaking havoc in the Imperial Palace, a crime that is unforgivable! If I speak even half a false word, let Xiao Jingsan’s entire clan end without heirs!"]
Diamond pattern: ["Yuheng, do you remember the promise you made to me in the past?"]
...
Su Ming’an was momentarily bewildered.
This white-haired person should be called "Li Mingyue." And "Yuheng" should be the courtesy name of this white-haired person. Among these options, only the triangle and diamond seem somewhat normal.
However, considering the previous nature of the diamond options, the choice seems trivial like "Scream nonsense riddles, eat my slap," or offers Noel as a concubine... So this diamond option might not be a good thing either.
Su Ming’an attempted to not choose any of the four as before, standing still for ten seconds to discover the four options still remained suspended in the air. If he didn’t choose, his perception could not return to normal flow. Staying in this time-elongated perception brought a strong feeling of dizziness and nausea.
It seems that some choices can be skipped, but some must be chosen to reach the next step.
He steadied himself and chose the triangle pattern ["It’s February, the peach blossoms have bloomed."]. This line seemed the simplest, shouldn’t cause problems.
"It’s February, the peach blossoms have bloomed!" The next moment, Su Ming’an felt his mouth open automatically, passionately addressing the white-haired person with rising tone, deeply affectionate, like an elementary student reciting text.
...Why is there even intonation added?
He listened to his own voice, and a sense of embarrassment welled within him.
The person in the White Jade Pavilion slightly paused, descending the steps clad in a robe silver as jade. Only then did Su Ming’an see his appearance: this person’s face was very pale, his pupils were also white, and the whole person was like a white jade deity statue, with no hint of warm color on him.
His eyes carried no emotion, appearing extremely cold. Only when the pupils reflected the mountains full of peach blossoms did it retain some color.
Su Ming’an’s breathing slightly paused. He realized this person must be extraordinary.
Seeing this person was like seeing Su Rin standing on the slope of Pulaya Mountain, they both had an aura of fusion with nature. When looking at them, one’s gaze wouldn’t settle on them but easily move past their figures, focusing instead on the sunset and distant mountains behind them.
"It’s February, spring has arrived." Li Mingyue did not mind Su Ming’an’s intense recital tone, just nodded lightly.
After saying this line, the world returned to a slow pace again.
Before Su Ming’an, the triangle pattern grayed out, leaving three choices floating there.
...Do I still need to choose?
It’s just like a role-playing game; some choices are just simple dialogues with no informative content.
Su Ming’an chose the diamond pattern ["Yuheng, do you remember the promise you made to me in the past?"], the other two are definitely not options, obviously filled with intense emotion.
"Yuheng." Su Ming’an opened his mouth: "Do you remember the promise you made to me in the past?"
Thankfully, this line was gentle, without intense emotion. Just the knowledge of what this "promise" was remains unknown.
Li Mingyue suddenly looked at him: "I remember."
...
[Li Mingyue remembered your words.]
...
At this point, Su Ming’an finally regained the ability to speak independently. He looked up and said: "First, let’s not talk here, find somewhere more secluded, Xiao Jingsan is chasing me from behind."
Li Mingyue turned around, although he didn’t speak, Su Ming’an knew this was an indication for him to follow.
He followed behind Li Mingyue, as the morning breeze was soft like cotton, still carrying the coldness lingering from late winter. Sweeping away peach blossom petals from his shoulder, a pink fox quietly appeared atop Su Ming’an’s head: "Anjiang, the atmosphere of this world is a bit strange."
"Mm, I know." Su Ming’an said.
"Do not underestimate this world, as currently, although your combat power stands at the pinnacle of the Capital City, who knows what that Penglai Fairy Island truly is." Little Love said: "Including this Li Mingyue is not simple. He should be the State Preceptor in the annals who constantly communicates with Penglai Fairy Island. It’s rumored the State Preceptor is ageless, maintaining a youthful appearance for decades, able to observe the future, communicate with celestial phenomena, calculate destiny, almost a half-Immortal. Even when your identity is the Eldest Prince of Louyue Nation, if he wants to scheme against you, he wouldn’t care about your identity."
"How do you know these things?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Whenever you can’t see me, I’m running around everywhere." Little Love wagged her pink fluffy tail: "After leaving Qiongdi, understanding the cultural customs of other worlds is my hobby."
Su Ming’an nodded. As they passed through the arched door, he suddenly heard the sound of sword-wielding from one side.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
On the other side of a low white wall, in front of a tall majestic building, a girl in a white robe was wielding a thin sword. Her black hair was tied with a jade crown, a floral accessory on her forehead, her eyes bright and lively, her face handsome yet sharp.
With her sword practice, the pink peach blossoms embroidered on her white robe seemed to come to life, blooming around her, the sword gleaming pale pink, its tip agile and graceful.
"Princess Jing He is practicing sword for her journey to Penglai Fairy Island in three days." Li Mingyue’s cold voice came from beside him. Only then did Su Ming’an notice that as he paused, Li Mingyue had unknowingly approached him.
Apart from anything else, Li Mingyue’s ability to shield aura and evade Shadow State detection already raised Su Ming’an’s caution.
"Is this Princess Jing He?"
Li Mingyue nodded: "You’ve been locked up, indeed you haven’t seen her often."
Su Ming’an’s heart sank lightly. The State Preceptor knew he had been locked up but never helped.
At this point, the princess heard the commotion, looked towards them: "Shaoqing?"
She withdrew her sword’s momentum and smiled brightly, walking towards him: "Shaoqing, is it really you? You said some days ago you’d take me to taste Changchun Pavilion’s pastries, when can you take me?"
It seems Princess Jing He doesn’t know about his replacement. He noticed a cinnabar bottle hanging at her waist, giving him a peculiar calling sensation.
"Shaoqing?" Princess Jing He followed his gaze to the bottle: "Ah, this is the blood of the Eligibles bestowed by my father, said to be voluntarily offered by frontline warriors for our Royal Family, with it, I seldom encounter ’abnormalities’. Shaoqing, didn’t father grant you one?"
Her smile was warm and gentle, like a winter sunset. Not scorching.
Yet Su Ming’an did not meet her gaze.
...What self-offered blood from frontline warriors, it’s clearly the Eldest Prince’s blood. It seems even Princess Jing He is kept in the dark by the Emperor, unaware of the identity and plight of the Eldest Prince Eligible.
Princess Jing He is praised by the people as the most talented woman of the Righteous Faction. In Su Ming’an’s perception, her power is around Forth Level, combat ability exceeding two thousand, far from his level.
"Three days later, I will go to Penglai Fairy Island. Tell me anything you want, and when I return, I will bring it to you," Princess Jing He said, "Why are you not talkative today?"
"Jing He, do you truly not know the truth?" Su Ming’an asked.
"What?" Princess Jing He blinked. She wasn’t a naive, silly girl. As soon as she detected that Su Ming’an’s tone was off, her face turned serious at once, "Shaoqing, if you’re in trouble, you must inform me. Even if I can’t solve it, I will ask the Immortal for help and try my best to resolve it for you."
Su Ming’an hesitated, however. Princess Jing He wasn’t very powerful, and was also being kept in the dark about the truth by the Royal Family. If he were to tell her about such a horrifying surrogate blood-letting event, would she end up being crushed?
Just then, the sound of distant thunder rumbled from afar. He looked up to see shadows rushing towards the Royal City. Golden talisman characters flowed across the firmament. It was Xiao Jingsan and his group chasing after them.
"Someone in the sky?" Princess Jing He looked up, pinching her fingers together.
"Matrix Orders—Observation!"
The crimson hue flashed in the air for an instant. It was a Matrix Order of the "Attack" path, a branch of "Sword" known as "Observation." Along with a few sharp glimmers blooming at her fingertips, a bit of fierce sword intent emanated from her eyes. With the blessing of the talisman, she discerned several figures in the sky, the leading one looking identical to Su Ming’an—Xiao Jingsan.
... Two Eldest Princes?
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood the situation.
She turned her head to look at Li Mingyue, who was waiting quietly nearby. Meeting his aloof, cold gaze,
"Lord State Preceptor, please take Shaoqing and hide quickly!" She folded her hands in a formal gesture, "I will stall those people in the sky."
Su Ming’an was amazed at Princess Jing He’s wisdom, realizing all the truth in just an instant.
At this moment, she winked at him several times, as if hinting at something. Unfortunately, Su Ming’an was not the Eldest Prince himself and couldn’t comprehend it.
He didn’t believe Princess Jing He was Yuanyuan; the feelings they gave him were entirely different.
Li Mingyue nodded and walked away; Su Ming’an quickly followed.
Li Mingyue walked neither fast nor slow, with a light and unhurried pace, yet he could cover several meters within a step, reaching a profoundly incomprehensible level of strength. Su Ming’an couldn’t estimate this man’s strength from his appearance.
Entering a pavilion, the door closed. Inside the pavilion, more than ten Astrological Charts were pasted, world paintings drawn on parchment unfolded on the table, and the astrolabe emitted a deep blue glow.
This seemed to be the National Preceptor’s Tower.
"...Shaoqing, what are you looking for?" Princess Jing He’s voice came from outside; she was stalling Xiao Jingsan.
"Looking for an assassin; have you seen anyone suspicious?" Xiao Jingsan’s voice.
"No, I’ve been practicing my sword; no one has passed by. But I did hear sounds from the direction of the Cold Palace in the northwest corner. Could the thief have intruded there...?" Princess Jing He wove a lie.
Su Ming’an stayed at the door listening for a while, then turned his head to find the Preceptor already far ahead; he immediately followed.
This Preceptor was indeed a most extraordinary person, neither eating the food of the mortal world nor communicating with others, only walking on ahead by himself. Even if Su Ming’an hadn’t caught up, the Preceptor wouldn’t turn back.
The end of the red carpet in the pavilion led to a spacious room. Redwood tables, candle lamps, and tea sets were all available; it must be a reception room. The large wooden window behind the chairs was wide open; if one were sitting in the seat, they could turn around and see the charming, vibrant Peach Blossom Forest outside.
Li Mingyue closed the room’s door, stationed himself.
Su Ming’an looked up to see a spiral wooden staircase going upward, the topmost point presumably the stargazing place. It’s said that the Preceptor could divine the signs of heaven there and converse with the legendary Immortal.
"It’s safe here." Li Mingyue walked to the table and took out a pot of wine, "This is the peach blossom brew His Majesty gifted me; would you like to try it?"
Su Ming’an noticed the word "gifted" instead of "bestowed," indicating an equal relationship between the Preceptor and the Emperor.
Who doesn’t want to become an Immortal? Who doesn’t want to experience eternal life? If the current Emperor wants to prolong his reign and keep his empire firmly in hand, he must surely curry favor with the Preceptor who communicates with the Immortal.
"I don’t drink," Su Ming’an said.
"You really can’t drink," Li Mingyue seemed to answer himself, pouring his own drink.
"I don’t drink tea either," Su Ming’an said, noticing Li Mingyue about to pour tea and shaking his head.
"...Hmm?" Li Mingyue finally exhibited a slight emotional response, "You don’t drink tea either?"
His hand paused slightly, and he muttered to himself, "...This is not right."
...What wasn’t right?
Su Ming’an pondered for a moment, "Lord State Preceptor, can you truly communicate with the Immortal?"
"Wasn’t I just called Yuheng just now?" Li Mingyue said.
"Yuheng, can you truly communicate with the Immortal?" Su Ming’an immediately corrected himself.
"If I couldn’t, then who escorted people to Penglai Fairy Island over the past century? Who has blessed Louyue Nation with favorable weather in recent years?" Li Mingyue’s words were rhetorical, but his tone showed no fluctuation.
All his words were bland statements, devoid of any trace of mortal warmth.
If there really were immortals in this world, perhaps only he would meet the criteria. Su Ming’an could sense that this person had a divinity about him, and it was quite intense, even more intense than Su Rin, who was once a Deity.
"You can communicate with the Immortal, and I wish to go to Penglai Fairy Island." Su Ming’an carefully chose his words and ventured to ask, "Can you assist me?"
Judging by Li Mingyue’s demeanor, he seemed to have a good personal relationship with the Eldest Prince. Otherwise, he wouldn’t go so far as to pour tea personally for him.
Li Mingyue looked at him, "I can."
He reached out his hand, and beneath his fingers, a bronze mirror gradually appeared.
"I’ve heard you lost most of your memories upon waking last night, rendering you a different person from before," Li Mingyue’s voice was faint, "Retrieve your memories now, so I can aid you."
He tapped the bronze mirror with his slender fingers without saying anything further.
Su Ming’an obediently picked up the bronze mirror and looked into its surface. As ripples shimmered, images gradually emerged.
...
Under the peach blossom tree, a black-haired little girl sat on a swing humming a tune. She wore a long dress, the gold ornaments in her hair shimmering with a golden light.
"Outside the sheer window, the icy river jingles."
"In the First Watch of the night, iron horses pass my room."
"In the Third Watch, white birds sing in dreams,"
"In the Fifth Watch, copper mirrors accompany shadows, all things belong to you, a flower a world, a leaf a Bodhi."
"Ephemeral in the mortal dust, good fortune arrives at dawn..."
This chapt𝙚r is updated by fr(e)ew𝒆bnov(e)l.com