Chapter 602: Sothing is wrong with this book
In less than fifteen minutes.
Chen Huaian erged from Chen Wenyan's residence.
He glanced back at that completely frozen space and snapped his fingers.
Snap—!
The paused ti resud its flow.
Everything returned to normal.
The only difference was that Chen Wenyan, who had originally been just an ordinary Top Scholar, would from today begin learning the improved version of the Heavenly Demon Art to master the ti-stopping divine ability.
"This should be foolproof now..."
Chen Huaian pondered to himself.
He wasn't sure if Chen Wenyan was actually the lower corpse.
If Chen Wenyan was indeed the lower corpse, then when Chen Wenyan practiced the Heavenly Demon Art and eventually achieved Three Corpses reunion, he would have to defer to Chen Wenyan.
If he wasn't the lower corpse and just happened to look identical,
then Chen Huaian would consider it as gifting the Heavenly Demon Art to this lookalike destined individual.
Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future,
Chen Wenyan might beco a boorang that cos back around?
He took one deep look at the residence before turning to leave.
What he most wanted to clarify now was his own identity.
"Is this venerable one Chen Huaian's middle corpse?"
Chen Huaian opened the custor service system.
He was just asking casually, never expecting to get an answer from the system.
[This is your fourth divination today, consuming 100 top-grade spirit jades.]
"Go ahead with the divination." Chen Huaian sneered, "If you can actually divine this, I'll eat my words!"
[Heaven's Calculation completed!]
[The player is NOT Chen Huaian's middle corpse!]
Chen Huaian: "？？？"
It actually gave an answer.
And he wasn't the middle corpse?
Chen Huaian carefully recalled the details about Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse.
First, Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse could enhance her power by "consuming" money.
To be honest, this aspect was really quite similar to him.
Because he kept getting stronger through spending money, in a certain sense he was the middle corpse incarnate—both his avatar and his main body on Earth Star possessed characteristics of the middle corpse.
But there was one difference.
Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse was typically money-obsessed.
As long as she was paid, Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse would be anable to anything.
She had an unimaginable, nearly pathological craving for money. It wasn't until she had "consud" enough money, enough spirit jades, that this nearly pathological craving gradually subsided, and as her desires cald, the mont for Three Corpses reunion arrived.
Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse was typically money-obsessed.
these were the characteristics of Real Person Jade Compassion's middle corpse.
She had an unimaginable, nearly pathological craving for money. It wasn't until she had "consud" enough money, enough spirit jades, that this nearly pathological craving gradually subsided, and as her desires cald, the mont for Three Corpses reunion arrived.
He simply understood that resources and money were important for developing the Moon Shadow Sect.
Craving money, consuming money to grow stronger, and discerning heavenly secrets—
Originally, Chen Huaian had already concluded he was the middle corpse.
But now the answer from the system custor service left him confused again.
Was it deliberately giving a false answer to cover up?
Or was he truly not the middle corpse?
In that mont, he felt his mind was a tangled ss.
But now the answer from the system custor service left him confused again.
Today, teaching Chen Wenyan the Heavenly Demon Art was not only about adding an insurance policy for himself,
but also a way to explore the characteristics of the lower corpse.
From Real Person Jade Compassion's situation, he knew the lower corpse needed to experience the seven emotions and six desires in the mortal realm—either experiencing family separation and loss, or achieving perfect fulfillnt in everything.
Mortals had limited lifespans, so there was only so much ti to experience those things.
But now that he had taught Chen Wenyan the Heavenly Demon Art, after Chen Wenyan's strength increased, he might develop in another direction entirely.
This move should help muddy the waters.
Chen Huaian pondered as he walked along the imperial capital's streets toward the river.
Because of the festival, even though it was past midnight, the streets were still incredibly lively.
Who said ancient-style realm mortals didn't have nightlife?
Just look at these Spring Fragrance Pavilions, pleasure houses, and similar establishnts—the girls were still waving from upstairs, soliciting custors.
He walked while sightseeing.
When he had accompanied Li Qingran shopping earlier, his attention had been entirely on Li Qingran. Only now could he properly appreciate the local customs and practices of Youdu's imperial capital.
He completely shook off the chaotic thoughts about identity and the system.
Strolling casually, he imrsed himself in the lively atmosphere of the imperial capital.
The night breeze was slightly cool, dispersing so of the fog in his heart.
The long street along the river was brightly lit and bustling with noise and excitent.
The aromas from various snack stalls interwove, while the calls of street perforrs and the cheers of onlookers rose and fell in turn. He watched with great interest, his gaze sweeping over those restaurants with carved beams and painted pillars.
Almost every restaurant had a small shop next to it.
Small crowds gathered around these shop entrances, and in the center of each crowd, a silver-haired or energetic storyteller was speaking animatedly, telling either thrilling or bizarre stories.
Passersby listened intently, occasionally bursting out with exclamations of surprise or laughter.
"Is this a shop specialized for storytelling?"
Chen Huaian casually asked a spectator nearby who was cracking lon seeds.
"Yes, Young Master. These are called storybook shops."
The spectator, recognizing his extraordinary bearing, quickly answered respectfully, "These small shops specialize in storybooks—tales of gods and spirits, talented scholars and beauties, secrets of previous dynasties, jianghu grudges and favors... they have everything."
Buying one to pass the ti, or listening to the master tell a story—both are enjoyable.
During the festival, there are even more people seeking entertainnt."
Chen Huaian felt a stir in his heart.
He didn't actually want to buy books, but the bustling human atmosphere, so completely different from Earth Star's exotic ambiance, held a strange attraction for him.
"Is this a shop specialized for storytelling?"
Almost as if bewitched, he followed the crowd and casually walked into the nearest storybook shop that seed to have fewer custors.
The shop interior wasn't large.
The spectator, recognizing his extraordinary bearing, quickly answered respectfully, "These small shops specialize in storybooks—tales of gods and spirits, talented scholars and beauties, secrets of previous dynasties, jianghu grudges and favors... they have everything.
Under dim yellow light, rows of simple bookshelves were stuffed with various thread-bound booklets, their covers colorful and their titles becoming increasingly mystical.
In the corner, a storyteller was also speaking in a lowered voice, attracting a small group of listeners.
Chen Huaian's gaze casually swept over the book titles on the shelves:
《Fox Spirit Night Tales》, 《Chivalrous Heroes' Grudges and Favors Record》, 《Secret Records of the Hidden Palace》, 《The Domineering Prince Falls in Love With , the Pig Grass Cutter》... Just as he found it sowhat amusing, his eyes suddenly stopped when they passed over a bookshelf deep in the store.
He didn't actually want to buy books, but the bustling human atmosphere, so completely different from Earth Star's exotic ambiance, held a strange attraction for him.
Chen Huaian would recognize them even if they turned to ashes—that slender, cool silhouette was unmistakably Li Qingran. And the girl in plain cloth dress beside her was undoubtedly Liu Cuie.
Almost as if bewitched, he followed the crowd and casually walked into the nearest storybook shop that seed to have fewer custors.
Chen Huaian quietly moved around to stand beside Li Qingran and Liu Cuie.
He was already standing very close, but Li Qingran still hadn't noticed.
At this mont, his little disciple was holding a thin booklet and reading it.
Her peerlessly beautiful profile, shrouded by her veil, appeared serene and focused under the candlelight.
Except her delicate face was flushed, and occasionally her eyes would widen, revealing a surprised expression, as if... she was seeing sothing astonishing content?
Was the book that explosive?
《Fox Spirit Night Tales》, 《Chivalrous Heroes' Grudges and Favors Record》, 《Secret Records of the Hidden Palace》, 《The Domineering Prince Falls in Love With , the Pig Grass Cutter》... Just as he found it sowhat amusing, his eyes suddenly stopped when they passed over a bookshelf deep in the store.
But actually, he tilted his head to glance at the cover of the storybook in Li Qingran's hand.
In front of the bookshelf, two familiar figures stood with their backs to the entrance, intently browsing through sothing.
Chen Huaian would recognize them even if they turned to ashes—that slender, cool silhouette was unmistakably Li Qingran. And the girl in plain cloth dress beside her was undoubtedly Liu Cuie.
There's sothing wrong about this book's na!
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