Chapter 833 - 259_2
"...In short, what I’m saying now has nothing to do with Si Motu."
[Yes, please go ahead. Regarding the issue of changing my voice, we can address it later, no worries...]
The girl hugged her pillow, turned over, then curled her legs up and sat up, leaning against the bed, with her head tilted back.
Through the transparent glass, she could see the space storm outside, the multicolored chaotic space currents were impenetrable. When it plunged into darkness, the mirror reflected her own appearance.
Her white, silky hair was a bit messy, as if she had just woken up. Her red pupils seemed about to drip water, round, glistening, and intensely moist.
She blinked her eyes, turning her weak and damp pupils back to cold and hard.
Hugging the pillow, she stretched out her hand to tug at the corners of her mouth, forcing a disdainful cold smile.
That arrogance that seeped into her bones.
It was her irreplaceable pillar of life.
It was precisely because of the royal arrogance, the unyielding spirit that refused to admit defeat or be beneath others.
She has persevered through such long years till now.
Not to prove anything, not to save anything.
The Mirror Country, the world, or whatever else, it all didn’t matter.
The important thing was herself, to let this world know her value and influence.
To change the world, to surpass the world, to create a new world.
Rather than being trapped in this small cage, like a captive fool along with others.
She lives for this.
So, as long as she loves herself, that’s enough.
"Issue a bounty, the top three to obliterate the Old World of the Catastrophe People Realm will receive Full Bloom slots." The Prince rested his head on the pillow he was hugging, white hair flowing and rubbing against the stockings. She reached out to entangle the flowing strands, "The slots given by Si Motu previously will not be reclaimed; this time, obtaining slots will be assessed by eliminating the Catastrophe People Realm."
[Is it to let them be buried with Mr. Si Motu?]
"Of course not, as I said, it’s just to reallocate the slots." The Prince said coldly, "Si Motu or not, it doesn’t matter anymore, I will erase all evidence of his existence...What are you doing number 10086, what are you holding?"
"Your Majesty!"
At that side, Alice No. 10086 immediately held up a paper, "I’m destroying the detestable marriage contract left by Si Motu! To completely free Your Majesty..."
"Destroy her for me!"
"Immediately!!!"
...
Strength has never been Jiang Si’s forte.
What is strongest about him is actually his mind.
This sentence is neither a joke nor modesty.
It’s simply stating the truth.
Whether it was using the golden shell strategy to trap the Mirror King with the Golden Disaster Dragon King’s corpse, or crafting the Seven-Colored Fire Lotus with a human body, the wisdom and the ability to adapt on the spot are self-evident.
Jiang Si Zi Yuan was a regular character that required manipulation; Disaster Beasts and Magical Girls were the stat monsters.
Ultimately, the source of his power came from hard work and sweat, which was also part of the operations...
The heat wave began to subside, and the previously cracked sky was gradually restoring.
Jiang Si clasped his hands behind his back and sighed softly.
Only feeling that being perpetually immersed in the process of operation and effort was truly a lonely and challenging path.
Never understood, instead always maligned by gossip and slander.
Gazing at the world-changing Fire Lotus, he murmured softly with some emotion:
"I walk my own path..."
And then he fell silent.
Lately, he’s been engrossed in cultivation, causing his potential in Immortal Dao to diminish quite a bit, he should find some time to replenish it.
As the saying goes, the path of the great Dao is like rowing against the current, not advancing is retreating.
Even someone like him, an encyclopedia of Cultivation Immortality, a long time without revisiting would result in some forgetfulness.
Must remember to reflect on oneself thrice a day...
The wings on his back spread open, stepping into the space currents. Amidst the waves of heat, he traversed the space currents, quickly finding Bai Hu hiding in a separate space.
The little girl at this moment was still quietly looking at her phone.
It was evident she was absent-minded, her eyes devoid of spirit.
Pretending to be engrossed, probably not taking any of it to heart.
Only when one becomes a teacher do they understand how remarkable students of this world are.
Clearly for her own good, yet she doesn’t put in any effort, sincerely supervising, she thinks it’s meant to harm her.
Doesn’t even properly read the textbooks, attending math class only to read a language book.
Pretends so well she deceives herself, thinking she’s really studious.
But that isn’t important now.
After all, Jiang Si wanting her to read books was in part hoping she could learn some wisdom of the Dao, and on the other, addressing her emotional fluctuations.
It’s said that the first step on the path of Cultivation Immortality is first feeling the Spiritual Qi.
If even the Spiritual Qi can’t be sensed, talking about Cultivation Immortality is pure comedy.
And in the world of Magical Girls, emotions are their Spirit Root and directly relate to their real-world strength.
Bai Hu’s biggest issue was her emotional fluctuations weren’t intense enough.
She was fundamentally unable to sense Spiritual Qi, let alone produce or use it.
Hence Jiang Si had been pondering how to stir her emotions; forcing Bai Hu to read novels would cause her despair and annoyance, which wasn’t too big of a deal.
From subtle emotions continuing to expand until the other could produce vast emotions.
Every Magical Girl has experienced this.
Even for Jiang Si himself, the first time he transformed into a Magical Girl, it was in the depths of despair and emotional turbulence that he completed his metamorphosis, stepping into the Dao.
Of course, he could tell, Bai Hu wasn’t emotionless; if she truly had no emotions, he wouldn’t have taken such a disciple.