CHAPTER 20
Sheng Qing felt as if he had a very long dream, repeating itself over and over again in an endless cycle.
The scene shifted rapidly from having lunch in Meng Yunxi's office to exiting the monster-killing simulation training and seeing the series of ratings of S, which filled the viewer with joy.
Finally, the scene flashes to the outskirts of Mengcheng under the moonlight, where the person inside the golden circle is diligently concentrating and guiding their energy in and out.
Everything felt ethereal and unreal, yet there was a strangely reassuring sense of security.
The aura in his sea of consciousness surged out and dissipated like a tide. Sheng Qing couldn't remember when it started. How did it grow from a space that could only accommodate one person to the size of his one-bedroom apartment?
Enough, enough, it's about to explode!
A desperate thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Am I still trapped in some bizarre dream? Sheng Qing suddenly realized.
The faint sound entered her ears, and Sheng Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"She's waking up!" came the anxious young voice.
"Increase the dosage." A harsh, hoarse voice.
A wave of drowsiness washed over Sheng Qing, and his mind once again fell into a state of confusion.
The energy within his sea of consciousness surged violently and wildly, like waves crashing against the shore. One wave after another crashed against him, the temperature rising. It also seemed to evaporate, emitting a hissing sound.
Sheng Qing was surprised to find that the essence of the aura seemed to have changed.
It's become even richer and more flavorful?
The previously crowded space in his mind suddenly became much more spacious, and he tried to draw a wisp of energy to his fingertips.
Huh?
The vast perspective from the outside suddenly shifted, and the surrounding auras swirled and floated, making Sheng Qing feel as if he were actually there, falling into his sea of consciousness.
Within reach was a spring that was constantly oozing breath, and Sheng Qing could then see clearly that deep inside the spring were several threads that shimmered with strange light.
They touched it cautiously but were pulled in by an inexplicable force, instantly sinking into a mysterious, unreachable realm, like the deep sea.
From Sheng Qing's perspective, countless threads connected one end to his sea of consciousness, while the other end stretched endlessly into the boundless deep space.
When she came to her senses, Sheng Qing had already drifted quite a distance along the silk thread, completely mesmerized.
Turning her head, she saw countless points of light shining behind her, one of which was in her sea of consciousness, faintly gleaming.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to a huge, dazzling light, like a planet that was burning fiercely.
But even without close inspection, one can see that the outer ring is shrouded in lingering black mist, constantly devouring the light it emits, like a celestial dog eating the sun.
A cold, viscous gaze swept over Sheng Qing's direction. Even just a fleeting glance was enough to make Sheng Qing tremble uncontrollably.
An involuntary fear urged Sheng Qing to escape as quickly as possible, but as if he had heard a call from his sea of consciousness, he was pulled back by a force.
Sheng Qing suddenly opened her eyes, and what jumped into her field of vision was a group of people wearing uniform white work clothes, observing her through thick glass.
His eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment, and a little bit of madness.
"Where am I?" Sheng Qing looked around. "What am I doing?"
"That's amazing!" came the harsh, hoarse voice from the short, old man as he pushed the door open.
"Old Huo, no!"
Someone tried to stop them, but was glared at by the old man with the hoarse voice and then silently shut up.
"Hehe!" A laugh that sounded like a ghost's wail pierced Sheng Qing's eardrums.
"Finally, I've struck gold!" The old man with the hoarse voice approached excitedly, and Sheng Qing realized that he was being immersed in some kind of special solution.
Sheng Qing gradually regained his senses and tried to move his fingers, gently touching the glass container that was only one layer away from the old man with the hoarse voice.
Those observing from outside the glass door adopted a guarded expression as if facing a formidable enemy; even the old man with the hoarse voice unconsciously took a half step back.
"What are you afraid of?" Sheng Qing asked curiously. "Me?"
Sheng Qing suddenly had a whimsical idea. He drew a wisp of breath from his fingertips, and the liquid soaking in it seemed to suddenly come alive, surging around.
"Wait!" The old man with the hoarse voice looked terrified.
"Why?" Sheng Qing looked at him curiously, wondering why he was so afraid.
"Grandma, that's enough, take it back!" the old man with a hoarse voice pleaded, looking constipated. "We all know what you're capable of!"
Are they wary of the wisp of breath on their fingertips?
Why would something that has always been admired by monsters suddenly inspire fear?
Sheng Qing was completely baffled.
Seeing that Sheng Qing did not do anything drastic, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"What a piece of inferior goods, it's an eyesore." A seductive voice rang out, and then Blake strolled in with a disdainful expression.
Who is it?
How did you get in?
"Where are the guards?!"
Panic screams and questions erupted from the crowd.
“Compared to my sister, she’s worlds apart.” Blake gave Sheng Qing a meaningful smile, as if no one else was around.
The old man with the hoarse voice tried to stop him, but Blake casually waved his hand and knocked him aside, then he actually collapsed and didn't get up.
"Sister, what are you still doing there?" Blake tapped lightly, and the glass shattered instantly, the solution scattering everywhere.
On a whim, Sheng Qing had a strange idea.
"Aren't you going to help me up?" He made a cut, and breath flowed to his fingertips. Sheng Qing slightly raised his wrist, gesturing for Blake to come closer.
"Is my sister testing me?" Blake smiled, his eyes sparkling, and gently took Sheng Qing's hand. "No, my sister must be rewarding me."
As Sheng Qing stood up, he silently materialized his aura, sending it like a sharp blade into Blake's heart.
“My heart is right here.” Blake grabbed Sheng Qing’s hand and pressed it to the right side of his chest. “Sister, aim more carefully next time.”
Sheng Qing didn't know why he used his materialized aura as a weapon to ambush Blake, and why he was exposed in public.
Seeing the other person's indifferent expression, Sheng Qing remained calm and smiled, "Don't you like it very much?"
“Of course.” Blake brought Sheng Qing’s fingers close to his nose and took a deep sniff.
Sheng Qing suddenly broke free and quickly sealed his sea of consciousness.
"My sister is so stingy." Blake said with displeasure, flicking his sleeve, sending shards of glass flying toward the people outside the door.
This duet lasted only a few minutes, but everyone waited patiently, which puzzled Sheng Qing.
It wasn't until everyone remained motionless as glass shards flew towards them that they realized they were being restrained by Blake and were completely unable to move.
"Huh?" Blake's attention was drawn to something.
"See you later, sister." Before the words were finished, the figure disappeared from sight.
After waiting for a while without seeing him return, Sheng Qing casually picked out a clean coat and put it on.
Just as they were about to leave, an old man with a hoarse voice, who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, grabbed their ankle.
"You can't leave." It was as if he were using all his strength. "My experiment results aren't out yet."
"What does this have to do with me?" Sheng Qing felt that she was already being a saint by not confronting him, and yet he still wouldn't let her leave.
"My new product, which I worked so hard to develop, was smashed by that white-haired monster." As she spoke, she burst into tears.
His already shrill voice became even more devastating when he cried, almost like a biological weapon.
"White-haired monster? You mean Black, right?" Sheng Qing secretly chuckled to himself.
"I haven't even argued with you yet, but what's with soaking me in this weird solution?" Sheng Qing stopped in her tracks and turned to stare intently at the old man with the hoarse voice.
The onlookers dared not breathe, as if they might inadvertently break a certain unspoken silence.
"If I told you it was just nutrient solution, would you believe me?" The old man with the hoarse voice paused for a moment and glanced at Sheng Qing discreetly.
"I heard it was you who took down that missing cat case?"
Sheng Qing remembered what Blake had said about asking the old man for a reward.
"Yes. What's wrong?" Let him tell you.
"I haven't given you your reward yet?" The old man with the hoarse voice was neither dizzy nor weak in the legs. He stood up briskly and patted off the glass shards all over his body.
"Whatever you want? Anything is fine with me." The old man was confident, perhaps thinking that since Sheng Qing would accept such a request, he must still be a novice who could be easily fooled.
"Anything is fine?" He hadn't misjudged him; Sheng Qing was actually considering what reward he needed.
"If you can cooperate with me and use this exotic fragrance again, it will be doubly auspicious." The old man with the hoarse voice had shining eyes, as if the prize was already his.
"What were you afraid of just now?" Sheng Qing asked, voicing his question.
"Don't bother with them. They don't know anything!" The hoarse voice glanced disdainfully at the crowd outside the door, then revealed a fawning smile, "What I painstakingly produced is not even one-thousandth as pure as what you have. Naturally, the purer the better."
"Work with me. I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury for the rest of your life." They started making empty promises before anything was even started.
Sheng Qing was also very curious about what the aura on his body was. It wouldn't be too difficult for him to give her a little bit to study.
"How are you going to collect it?" Just as the question left his mouth, a hurried shout rang out from outside the door.
"Your Majesty the Queen summons me." The person who arrived was a little girl of about ten years old. She was panting heavily and it took her a while to catch her breath before she could utter a complete sentence.
"Why so suddenly?" the old man with the hoarse voice muttered. "Wasn't the progress report supposed to be tomorrow? Sigh. Lead the way." He straightened his clothes and walked towards the little girl.
The little girl shook her head, her gaze passing over the old man with the hoarse voice, and finally settling on Sheng Qing.
"Her Majesty the Queen summoned her."
Sheng Qing was overwhelmed with gratitude.
Are you sure? Sheng Qing asked with a questioning look.
The little girl nodded solemnly.
Sheng Qing could no longer remember the circumstances of being summoned by Queen Victoria, but the gentle yet dignified aura emanating from the Queen remained vivid in her memory.
When the girl who looked like a palace maid led her out of the palace gate, she had an antique bracelet on her wrist, which was very similar to the one Meng Yunxi had before.
Is this a request for me to exchange this bracelet for Meng Yunxi? Sheng Qing vaguely remembered that the Queen had given such an order.
The Queen seemed to have taken a special look at the bracelet on her hand, and she must have explained the whole story, but why didn't she help remove it?
Sheng Qing tried hard to recall, but his mind was like a thick paste that he couldn't stir up at all.
Well, there probably isn't anything special about it, so Sheng Qing simply gave up.
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