My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 121 - : Do You Like the Old Me or the Present Me?

Chapter 121: Do You Like the Old Me or the Present Me?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“We are not from other cities, nor is the master of the Immortal Tomb space a god of your Dream Ruins City,” Yan Zi explained. “We are… People from the outside.”

She briefly introduced the origins of the group to He Zhao.

Upon hearing this, He Zhao was dumbstruck. His worldview, formed over more than a decade, had collapsed today.

The sky outside was not deep grey. When wheat ripened, it turned golden yellow. There were no Nightmare Demons hiding in the dark; there was no need to light a lamp when sleeping or worry about being dragged into a well by these demons while fetching water. Cultivating a piece of land yielded plenty of food, without the life-threatening risk of gathering outside the city. Children could live with their parents, everyone could easily live over a hundred years, and even cultivation didn’t reduce one’s lifespan… He Zhao pursed his lips, feeling a surge of tears.

Is this what the real world is like?

Through communication, the group also learned about the predicament He Zhao was currently facing.

“We don’t have any operations planned for the near future, right?” Ru Shou suggested. “Maybe we can help the newcomer with his personal issues.”

Hou Tu, who was listening, glanced at him. As one of the first to enter the Immortal Tomb space, she knew Ru Shou’s offer of help at this time wasn’t out of sheer kindness. She suspected Ru Shou knew some secrets about Dream Ruins City that he hadn’t shared with the group.

“Indeed, we don’t have any tasks at the moment,” Xuan Ming confirmed. Their destructive operations in the Archean Eon Realm had been continuously thwarted. Gong Gong and Shebi Shi had both died, and the emergence of an enemy cast a shadow over everyone’s heart. The morale of the Immortal Tomb organization was low, hence all plans were on hold.

“However, we can’t break the rules,” Di Jiang stated. “Newcomers must still undergo an assessment.”

“How shall we assess him?” Ju Mang asked. “According to Shebi Shi’s description, he’s trapped in a large city shrouded in darkness and can’t even leave the gate. He might only be able to communicate with us here.”

“The Immortal Tomb space is mysterious and has a method of sacrifice and projection,” Xuan Ming told Shebi Shi. “Later, I’ll transmit to you a secret method for summoning spirits. After you return, create a wooden puppet, and we can use the Immortal Tomb space to project our divine consciousness into the puppet.”

“That’s indeed possible,” Di Jiang confirmed, nodding his head as he gathered information left in the Immortal Tomb space.

“In that case, I’ll take on this task,” Ru Shou volunteered.

“There’s no problem with that, but…” Xuan Ming shook his head. “For this operation, we’ll also need to include Gong Gong.”

Nangong Xuan, who had been quietly observing and recording the conversation, was puzzled. But she quickly realized the old fox’s intention – he likely had doubts about her actions from the last mission.

Xuan Ming spoke calmly, “You three will act together, providing mutual support… Ru Shou, take good care of them.”

“No problem,” Ru Shou acknowledged, sensing the underlying message in Xuan Ming’s words.

The others also nodded in agreement.

Nangong Xuan understood that Xuan Ming’s “care” actually meant surveillance. Once they entered Dream Ruins City, her every move would be under Ru Shou’s watchful eye. In her mind, she sneered. Suspecting her of being a traitor, huh?

She thought, scoffing, “Once this meeting disperses, I’ll report to the Heavenly Lord and let him deal with you.”

Inside the treasure carriage, Lu Xuan logged off from the crystal skull, his expression animated. He had just received a little report from Nangong Xuan.

Dream Ruins City? The endless darkness? A forsaken place by some powerful being?

The Silver City, perhaps?0

Lu Xuan mused about the complexity of the situation. However, Nangong Xuan’s current predicament was indeed tricky, being suspected by the leader of a dark organization. She needed to “clear her name” quickly.

Nangong Xuan reported to Lu Xuan about Ru Shou’s intention to supervise her actions. After listening, Lu Xuan made a decision — he had the upper hand and would personally handle this situation.

When Nangong Xuan performed the spirit summoning, he planned to intervene personally.

Tucking away the crystal skull, Lu Xuan turned over and embraced Cheng Lingzhu, who was beside him. Woken up early by a phone call, he mused that being the Heavenly Lord was not an easy task.

Cheng Lingzhu murmured a few words, nestling against Lu Xuan’s arm in his embrace. Lu Xuan stretched out his hand, smoothing her hair by her ear, then caressed her back. Cheng Lingzhu’s body was warm, her curves beautiful.

It’s worth mentioning that, thanks to Lu Xuan’s tireless efforts, Cheng Lingzhu’s adaptability training had made significant progress. The stockings purchased from the Sea Tribe’s store were already half used.

“Hmm… Have we arrived at the Demon Immortals Nation yet?” Cheng Lingzhu asked, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Not yet, probably another half hour,” Lu Xuan checked the route. He was driving an automated carriage, a common feature in treasure carriages.

“Did you say your fourth disciple is the ruler of the Demon Immortals Nation?” Cheng Lingzhu asked with her eyes closed.

“Yes, she’s quite powerful. A congenital being, and it’s been almost fifteen hundred years since she established the nation…” Lu Xuan admired the stunning beauty of his wife.

“A woman?” Cheng Lingzhu suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of wariness in her gaze.

“Hey, you haven’t even met her yet, and you’re already getting jealous?” Lu Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, lightly flicking her smooth forehead. “Can’t you trust your husband a bit?”