"Assist me?"
Su Muwan blinked her eyes. "Though I don't know how you plan to help me deal with just a measly Qin Luo."
"But then again..."
"I trust you completely!"
With that—
Boom!
Her aura erupted in full force.
A biting wave of frigid energy surged outward from Su Muwan, instantly freezing the surrounding air.
Crack—!
The vines of the Flower of Evil were instantly encased in ice.
Su Muwan was holding back no longer.
She had restrained herself earlier, fearing she might kill Mu He outright.
But now that Qin Luo had given his word, she saw no reason to hold back!
"Die already!"
Su Muwan let out a fierce cry as the cold around her intensified. Transforming into a streak of white light, she shot toward the Flower of Evil at blinding speed.
Behind her, a trail of frost stretched in her wake, freezing the air in her path and forming countless sharp icicles that rained down upon the monstrous flower.
The Flower of Evil writhed violently, sensing unprecedented danger.
[No! Stay away!]
The voices of Mu He and Qing'er rang out from within.
Countless vines lashed toward Su Muwan.
But—crack!
The moment they neared her, the vines froze solid under her chilling aura.
Brittle and fragile, they shattered into icy dust at the slightest touch.
Zixuan's eyelids twitched as she frantically manipulated the threads of fate, weaving miracles befitting a chosen one.
Damn it.
In all her years, she had never encountered a situation like this.
But she hadn’t spent decades pulling the strings of destiny for nothing!
Fate’s Web—go!!
Hum!
In an instant, the surrounding fortune converged into Mu He’s thread of fate.
Boost his luck! Let him survive this calamity!
Meanwhile, deep within the Flower of Evil’s core...
Mu He clutched Qing'er tightly as she weakened from exhaustion, shouting desperately, "Qing'er! Qing'er! Wake up!"
Through the Flower of Evil’s vision, he saw Su Muwan charging toward them.
To him, she looked terrifying—monstrous.
Just like... the creature that had once attacked Qing'er.
Panic surged through his chest.
Am I... going to lose Qing'er again?
But as the thought crossed his mind—
Mu He clenched his fists.
No... I won’t...
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself up, his gaze locking onto Su Muwan with unwavering resolve.
No more running.
No more hiding.
With every ounce of strength, Mu He willed the Flower of Evil to collide with Su Muwan, roaring, "I—!"
"Will protect Qing'er!!!!"
BOOM!!!
As his voice echoed, an emerald glow of boundless vitality erupted from both Mu He and Qing'er.
Qing'er, though dazed, could feel his determination.
As if by miracle, she regained her strength, trembling as she reached out to grasp his hand.
"Mu... He..."
"This time... we’ll stay together..."
Her voice was faint, but filled with absolute trust in him.
Mu He’s expression hardened further.
My bond with Qing'er... my resolve... our future!
Everything I am! My soul! My very being!
"I’m betting it all on this strike!"
Channeling all his energy, Mu He reshaped the Flower of Evil, condensing its power into a single devastating blow.
Countless vines coiled into a massive fist, hurtling toward Su Muwan.
Su Muwan scoffed. "Is that all?"
To her, such an attack was trivial.
But then—
Zixuan, watching the threads of fate, exhaled in relief.
Fate was a fickle thing.
Because in this world... miracles existed.
Her eyes flickered toward the final clash between Su Muwan and the Flower of Evil.
Su Muwan, you lose.
Because...
The miracle is here.
Just as Su Muwan prepared to shatter the incoming attack—
Thud!!
A sudden, paralyzing chill seized her entire body.
"!!"
Her pupils contracted.
An overwhelming surge of cold and stiffness locked her in place.
No way...
Su Muwan froze mid-air.
The frost poison...
Chose now to flare up?!
You’ve got to be kidding me!!!
Meanwhile—
[Don’t underestimate—]
[The bond between me and Qing'er!!!]
Bond my foot! Someone’s cheating here!!
Ice crept up Su Muwan’s legs as she watched the colossal fist closing in.
In the end... I still couldn’t...
Just as despair set in—
Whoosh!
A wave of warmth flooded through her, instantly dispelling the frost poison.
I can move again?!
And in that very instant—
BZZZT!!!!
The threads of fate twisted violently, writhing like frenzied centipedes before scattering into nothingness.
"Wait!"
Zixuan’s face paled as she whipped her head toward Su Muwan.
What is this?!
Qin Luo?!!
Su Muwan glanced back from the corner of her eye.
Qin Luo twirled a silver needle between his fingers, grinning. "I said I’d assist you."
"Go all out, young mistress."
!!
Qin Luo, you...
A smirk tugged at Su Muwan’s lips as she turned back to the Flower of Evil.
That’s right.
In this life...
I have Qin Luo by my side!
"Enough with this 'bond' nonsense..."
She took a deep breath, tightening her right fist.
A bone-chilling cold erupted from her, plunging the surroundings into subzero temperatures. The very air seemed to crystallize.
"The bond between me and Qin Luo..."
Su Muwan gathered every ounce of power into her fist.
Ice coalesced, forming a gargantuan frozen fist behind her.
Her eyes sharpened as she swung forward with a roar—
"Is just as unbreakable!!"
BOOOOOOM!!!!
The colossal ice fist tore through the sky, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. Space itself rippled as if on the verge of shattering.
With an earth-shattering impact, the fist slammed into the Flower of Evil.
The monstrous bloom stood no chance—its petals exploded into black shards, its stem snapped in half, and thick, dark ooze gushed forth like a geyser. A wretched howl echoed as all of Illusory Star City trembled.
As the Flower of Evil was obliterated, Zixuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"This can’t be... This can’t be happening..."
The threads of fate convulsed before her, twitching like snapped strings before dissolving into nothingness.
[Fate thread "Mu He" shattered. Mission failed.]
[Due to special circumstances, no penalty will be imposed.]
【New Mission Released: Run! Run Now!】
【Rewards: Hourglass of Fate, Scissors of Fate, Fate...】
No punishment?
Another mission? Why do I get these rewards just for running away?
Why?
Zixuan stared at the mission, with no time to overthink.
Run. I have to run...
She stiffly took a step forward,
But...
Just as she was about to flee—
"Hey, trash."
"Where do you think... you're going?"
A voice that sent chills down her spine suddenly whispered in her ear.
Zixuan turned her head and saw Qin Luo standing beside her, as if he had appeared out of thin air.
!!
Her breath hitched, her expression frozen.
No, it's fine.
I'm in the Fate Space—he can't touch me.
This time, I lost. But next time, once I get the system's rewards...
I’ll definitely...
SMACK
"Gh—!"
Her thoughts shattered.
Qin Luo stepped forward and backhanded her across the face, sneering, "Think I can’t hit you? Idiot."
!!!!
Huh...
In an instant,
Zixuan was stunned.
She instinctively clutched her cheek, head tilted to the side, the searing pain on her skin
making her realize—
What...
I... got hit?
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
