When he woke up in the morning, the weather was just right. The sparrows on the branches in the yard were chirping non-stop. Fang Shan sat up and shook his head, trying to shake off the drunkenness.
A cup of honey water was handed to him. Wei Sushen looked particularly handsome in the sunlight. The scene could only be described as warm and heartwarming, but Fang Shan saw a hint of hidden murderous intent in the man's eyes.
"Good morning." He moved his paws tentatively.
The coldness in Wei Sushen's eyes disappeared, replaced by a faint smile on his face.
Based on his understanding of him, Fang Shan was certain that he had done something irreversible while drunk.
Wei Sushen spoke in a very gentle tone: "Forgot?"
Fang Shan pursed his lips on the rim of the cup and drank the honey water carefully, drop by drop, looking like a perfectly well-behaved baby.
Wei Sushen 'kindly' helped him recall: "Dragon Knight."
Fang Shan nearly spit out a mouthful of honey water, concluding that he'd accidentally spoken his true feelings while drunk. Trying to appear selfless, he said, "If the host doesn't mind, I'm fine with being a dragon."
Wei Sushen refused coldly: "Change to another dimension."
The destructive power itself is extremely great. If the system is allowed to possess the power of the dragon clan, it will probably cause huge troubles.
There were different opinions, so Fang Shan let him choose for himself. Since the last program update, dozens of small worlds had been derived from each major category, which was enough to make people dizzy.
Wei Sushen was not obsessive-compulsive, but he was too lazy to read through them all.
Fang Shan understood something from his subtle expression and suggested, "How about a random one?"
Wei Sushen frowned slightly: "Isn't that too perfunctory?"
Among the huge number of tasks, it is very likely that you will pick a not-so-good one.
Fang Shan had already sat down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, eyes deep in thought. "It's the same principle as buying lottery tickets. Which has a higher chance of winning: carefully selected or randomly chosen?"
This is an unsolvable problem in itself.
He sighed and said, "For us, picking a good mission is like winning the lottery. It's a matter of chance."
It was a cruel reality, but it made sense. Wei Sushen wasn't one to drag his feet: "Then just do it randomly."
Fang Shan didn't respond immediately. After a moment's silence, he said, "This time, we'll definitely be able to achieve a positive outcome."
Wei Sushen's eyes remained calm. Fang Shan coughed lightly and said, "Later, I will generate QR codes for all the worlds, rotating them every 0.1 seconds. The host can just scan them with brain waves."
When the two people's consciousnesses were connected, Wei Sushen seemed to be in a huge hall. From the ceiling to the wall tiles, everything was made up of QR codes. They were spinning wildly, like an exploding information age.
Wei Sushen scanned a code at random, and the familiar feeling of dizziness swept over him the next moment.
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A vast white mist filled the sky and earth, and Wei Sushen fell from mid-air. This was the flaw of random teleportation, and the teleportation point was completely out of control.
Through the hazy mist, Wei Sushen quickly determined that his original body had fallen from a tall tree. In previous worlds, he had taken on bodies from people who had committed suicide or drowned... but this was the first time he had seen someone die of fright before falling from a tree.
The expected pain did not come, but instead countless crystal water splashed. The hot spring played a great role in buffering the pain. In the mist, not far from him, a woman was bathing. Wei Sushen quickly averted his gaze, but the woman put on her coat and walked towards him.
With a snap, her arm reached out and rested against the rock behind her. The close distance made Wei Sushen's eyes flash coldly. Considering that the woman was only wrapped in a coat and that he was in the wrong first, he resisted the urge to throw her over his shoulder.
"Tell me, who sent you to seduce me?" The woman's voice was filled with suppressed anger. Her face flushed slightly, and the temperature of the surrounding spring water rose rapidly. Either her training had gone awry, or she had been drugged.
The brief silence exhausted the woman's patience, and she slapped him, ready to take his life.
Wei Sushen had already released the Gu worm from the outset, ready for action. With a single command, the Gu worm would instantly burrow into the victim's heart. Sensing the body's physical strength, he refrained from further action, dodging sideways. With his free hand, he slammed the water's surface, instantly creating columns of water tens of meters high. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Sushen punched the woman, escaping while she dodged.
After retreating about a few hundred meters, he looked back, made sure no one was following him, and changed direction to continue forward.
Shuttled through the woods, Wei Sushen whispered, "Come out."
Fang Shan escaped his sojourn and walked side by side with him in the blink of an eye. The two of them finally stopped at a low point in the mountains. A mountain breeze blew, and a strong, inferior fragrance wafted from Wei Sushen's soaked clothes.
This is certainly not an effect that comes naturally to him, but rather the original owner's preference for clothing.
"Random selection?" Wei Sushen turned his head and looked at him with an extremely complicated look.
Fang Shan could hear the gnashing of teeth in his tone and said softly, "I didn't expect to be so unlucky."
Wei Sushen tilted his head back slightly and covered his eyes with one hand.
The woman's behavior had already given him a bad suspicion. Even the recollection of the original owner's memories had wiped out his last glimmer of hope... He now lived in a world where women were superior to men. His original self, with his heroic features, didn't fit the aesthetics of the time and was considered ugly and unattractive. In a rage, he relied on his martial arts skills to try his hand at flower thieves. However, his first attempt ended in death before he could even begin.
"Can you take a pulse?" he suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
Fang Shan shook his head: "Feeling unwell?"
Wei Sushen: "I just find it strange. This body can do Qinggong. It shouldn't be scared to death just by falling from a tree."
Fang Shan: "Rather than being scared to death, it's more likely that he died from the adrenaline rush from peeping at someone taking a bath, leading to excessive emotional excitement."
“…”
Fang Shan pulled him to the nearby creek, where Wei Sushen's face was reflected. In modern times, this face would be handsome enough to charm countless girls, but it was a pity that he was born at the wrong time.
After the initial headache passed, Wei Sushen's eyes became calm and he checked the tasks first.
【Task progress: 0
Optional Task 1: Is my daughter beautiful?
Optional Task 2: The Ugly Man’s Counterattack
Optional Task 3: Gathering Grass to the Palace of the Dead]
It had been a long time since the unit had to perform a small task. Wei Sushen suppressed his slight surprise and re-examined the three options. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Which one do you want to choose?"
Fang Shan: “Three!”
Wei Sushen nodded, eliminating a wrong option.
He made a slight movement, and Fang Shan knew what he was planning. "The first mission might require you to dress up as a woman. As for the second one, you need to have the capital to make a comeback. With all due respect, the host's appearance is not enough to even afford to make a living in this world."
“…”
I'm not afraid of system violence, I'm just afraid of him being reasonable.
Wei Sushen was convinced by the other party's theory and chose Task Three.
[Task: Collect herbs and go to the Palace of the Dead.]
Note: As one of the four great factions in the Jianghu, the Palace of the Dead protects peace within a radius of 100 miles. Only those of good looks can enter its sphere of influence. Please harvest the Forgetfulness Herb growing in the Palace of the Dead within the allotted time.
Fang Shan licked his lips and said regretfully, "Too innocent, it's really just picking grass."
Wei Sushen looked at him with a normal look: "Do you feel wronged?"
Fang Shan shook his head seriously.
The two focused on the task. Fang Shan believed that her makeup skills were god-level, but the contours could be weakened and the expression could be changed, but the figure could not be faked.
Wei Sushen's golden ratio figure of about 1.8 meters would be considered an eighth-level disability in a country where women are superior.
The person involved said calmly: "Bundled sales."
"Um?"
Wei Sushen looked at him, and everything was said without words.
Fang Shan instantly understood that this was an attempt to continue his past experience in the world of cultivation. It was indeed the most convenient method. Given his appearance, the Undead Palace couldn't refuse him, so they could just take the host along.
Thinking of this, Fang Shan snapped his fingers and shouted 666, transforming himself. Under Wei Sushen's meaningful gaze, he turned from a flirtatious little lover into a beautiful flower on the mountain top.
"Let's go." Fang Shan looked at the sky and said, "It's too late. It's getting dark, which is not conducive for me to use my sex appeal."
The Palace of the Dead was located in the west, a long distance away from where they were. By the time they had used their lightness skills to get there, it was already night.
Fang Shan took out a piece of candle from thin air and illuminated his face, ensuring that passers-by could see his beauty clearly.
Wei Sushen didn't ask where the candle came from, and commented: "You will only scare people like this."
It was getting late and the dew was heavy. A man with disheveled hair and white clothes was walking on the mountain road holding a candle. Seeing this, everyone would shout "Monster".
As if to confirm his idea, a few young women who had just had a few drinks were strolling in the woods, chatting and laughing. When they suddenly saw Fang Shan, they couldn't help but scream.
When he retreated, he saw Wei Sushen again, and his screams became even more miserable.
"My eyes!" Some people couldn't help but cover their eyes. How could this person be so ugly?
The Death Palace is the most bizarre entity in the martial arts world. Its members possess exceptional martial arts prowess, but within their protective sphere, many are ordinary people. The other three major sects, in stark contrast, are surrounded by small, aristocratic martial arts families. Only the most exceptional disciples are eligible to remain, while the rest are sent away upon reaching adulthood to manage their family's overseas holdings. Only by maintaining these stringent standards can they maintain their power.
The Palace of the Dead has always looked down upon these rules, and has forged a wild path... relying on its beauty to commit crimes.
It is no exaggeration to say that almost all the most beautiful beauties in the world are in the Palace of the Dead. Since ancient times, people have died under the peony flowers. Countless forces have married into the people of the Palace of the Dead. Over time, the forces that were once looked down upon by everyone have grown into towering trees. The relationships underneath are so complicated that no one can shake them for a while.
Fang Shan happened to encounter a few ordinary people, and he deliberately let them escape without stopping them. Not long after, these people called the patrolling Undead Palace disciples. The woman in the lead was very tall. She drew her longsword and shouted murderously, "Who dares to play tricks in my Undead Palace?"
Just as the situation was about to get out of hand, an exceptionally deep and pleasant voice came: "Beauty."
The woman was slightly startled.
Fang Shan gently tucked his wind-twisted hair behind his ears and extinguished the candle with a flick of his long sleeve. Martial artists generally have good eyesight, and with the moonlight, the Necromancer Palace disciple could barely make out the face of the person before him.
Without the eerie lighting of the candle, the face's most original form is revealed: a truly beautiful face.
It's a pity that the darkness cannot fully show his beauty, making him beautiful, but not moving.
Wei Sushen suddenly took a step closer to Fang Shan. Fang Shan raised his eyebrows and whispered, "What are you doing?"
Wei Sushen said calmly, "Let them think you are stunning."
Sure enough, when the two were compared, Fang Shan suddenly became breathtakingly beautiful in their eyes.
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