"Forbidden Curse?" Wang Dong'er looked confused.
"I saw a similar forbidden curse in an ancient book—" Lu Cheng hesitated. "Forbidden curses do exist in this world. For example, if you want to prevent someone from ever coming into contact with someone else or doing a certain thing, you can inscribe a forbidden curse in their mental sea. However, it is almost impossible for a mortal to do this. Only—"
"A god?" Only then did Wang Dong'er realize she had let her guard down. Although she was wearing pajamas, ever since Lu Cheng had exposed her identity during the day, she no longer struggled with the male disguise and had been acting more recklessly in front of this senior.
The night was deep, and only faint moonlight filled the room.
Wang Dong'er sat on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she secretly glanced at Lu Cheng in the distance. Seeing that he was still lying on his back on the bed, not paying attention to her, her hand clenched inside the quilt loosened slightly.
"If I am not mistaken, it should be." Lu Cheng is pillowing his head with his arms, staring at the ceiling.
With his keen mental force, he naturally saw through everything.
But as for those meager gains, honestly, they weren't as enjoyable as Sister Xiao Ya and Sister Nannan, let alone Ma Xiaotao, who had the best figure in the Inner Court, whom he had spent days soaking in medicinal baths and cultivating with recently. He had grown tired of seeing those heavy, mountain-like peaks.
"After all, it is very difficult for a mortal to leave an imprint in the mental sea. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look."
Lu Cheng said softly.
"Uh—then, never mind." Wang Dong'er shrank her neck, subconsciously refusing.
But just as the atmosphere fell silent for a few seconds.
As Lu Cheng calmed his mind and prepared to cultivate his Golden Core technique, a shy voice came from the other side of the bed:
"Um—Senior Lu Cheng, can you help me take a look?"
Inside the dormitory.
The girl sat by Lu Cheng's bed, wearing bear pajamas. She took a deep breath of the masculine, virile scent unique to Lu Cheng, her face turning even redder. She hung her head in embarrassment, her powder-blue hair draped over her shoulders like ocean waves.
Her face was even more beautiful, comparable to the Outer Academy's number one beauty, Jiang Nannan, and perhaps even slightly superior.
"Lift your head."
Lu Cheng yawned, lazily scratching his head, tying his slightly long, pitch-black hair into a wolf-tail hairstyle. He stepped into his slippers, looked at the shy girl, and shook his head with a smile.
"Don't be nervous, it's not like we're entering the bridal chamber—"
Pfft~
Wang Donger couldn't help but chuckle. She then lifted her head and glanced at Lu Cheng with a hint of shyness and feigned anger.
"Senior—hurry up."
"Freshman classes start tomorrow."
"Mm—" Lu Cheng nodded slightly. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, help me—"
"Alright, I can't miss out on this kind of thing." A playful voice rang out, and then, in the mental sea, a chubby white silkworm emerged from the water, gradually took solid form, and landed on Lu Cheng's shoulder.
Lu Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He tapped his fingers on the girl's forehead, his pupils gradually evolving into a blood-red color, appearing even more ghostly and eerie in the dark night. Borrowing the vast mental force of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, he briefly entered Wang Donger's mental sea.
A pale blue, "imposing" light shadow was quietly entrenched there, just like Electrolux. It appeared to be in a deep sleep. According to the original story, perhaps it was the setting where one day in the god realm equaled one year in the mortal world, or perhaps there were restrictions on divinities. In any case, Tang San could not spy on Wang Dong'er's life in real-time. Only when Huo Yuhao unknowingly touched that light shadow was Tang San's remnant consciousness activated.
"What a powerful pressure—" Heavenly Dream's expression was unprecedentedly grave. "Just a remnant consciousness, yet it presses down on me so hard I can't breathe."
"Withdraw, Xiao Cheng. This is not something you or I can touch."
"Eh?"
Just as Lu Cheng intended to withdraw from Wang Donger's mental sea, an old, slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded from beside him.
It gave both the person and the worm a start.
"Is this what a god of this world is like?" The figure of an old man, condensed from a mass of gray mist that seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment, slowly appeared.
"It's you? That ball of gray mist in Xiao Cheng's body?" Heavenly Dream said angrily, "You're the one who took over my territory and dared to ignore me!"
"Forget it, big worm. If I were in my prime, I could crush you, this fat, white, fleshy worm, with one palm. Just imagine the feeling of juice splattering everywhere." Electrolux glanced at the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm with a smile, causing the latter to tremble instantly and shrink behind Lu Cheng.
"May I ask for the senior's name?" Lu Cheng took a deep breath, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was quite respectful.
As the strongest system in the original story, it was truly impossible to ignore.
It could even be said that the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, with its million-year soul ring, was just a lure to attract him; its importance could not be compared.
There was no other way. Giving Huo Yuhao the legacy of necromancy, and even being generous enough to gift a necromancy plane, and helping Huo Yuhao research spirit souls, Lu Cheng only saw two capitalized words on the old man.
Authority!
"Electrolux—" The old man looked at Lu Cheng with a smile, as if he had found another satisfactory successor. "Child, you seem to need help."
"—" Lu Cheng hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Elder Electrolux, can you remove this Soul imprint?"
"Hahaha, no, at least not for the time being." Electrolux shook his head. "I am now just a wisp of remnant soul consciousness, not even a soul fragment. I don't know how long I have been drifting in the endless universe. It is very difficult to erase a soul imprint left by a flourishing god of this world."
"I understand."
Lu Cheng nodded slightly.
Elder Electrolux's recovery also needed to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, Elder Electrolux could not borrow the origin power of Heavenly Dream to recover. He would have to wait until next year's All-Continent Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament to go to the Star Luo Empire and obtain that large piece of life gold in the auction house.
Exiting the mental sea.
The girl's eyes were dazed, and her consciousness gradually cleared.
"A god's."
Lu Cheng glanced at Wang Donger with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"There is a mental imprint of a god in your mental sea. To put it bluntly—you seem to have been drawn into a game of Divinities. Of course, you are just a pawn that can be discarded at will.
Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have used a mental imprint, a method that strips the subject of all dignity. Are you from the Clear Sky Sect?" Lu Cheng looked at the girl quietly.
The latter clenched her fists, her nails digging in until they turned white. Her stunning little face was full of fear and despair.
God.
What a distant title.
But at this moment, it was so close to her.
Recalling everything about the Clear Sky Sect, Big Daddy and Second Daddy never told her about her background, but they raised her like a princess. Now, they made her disguise herself as a man to enter the academy and share a room with a boy.
Everything pointed to the final answer.
However, the girl covered her lips, unconsciously shrinking onto Lu Cheng's bed, her whole body curled up, and she began to sob in a low voice.
Lu Cheng sighed softly.
The whole world was a scam revolving around her.
She was like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, struggling hard, but ultimately unable to escape the shackles of fate, only able to watch helplessly as she was swallowed bit by bit by the hideous spider.
"—"
The girl sobbed in a low voice, but then slowly stopped. Her powder-blue eyes were filled with tears, her little face tear-stained like pear blossoms in the rain. She looked at Lu Cheng in confusion and shock. He leaned in gently, wrapping the quilt on the bed around himself. A wave of masculine scent rushed into her nose, causing the girl's brain to crash for a few seconds.
Only then did she barely recover.
"Senior Lu Cheng, are you not afraid?"
She asked with a low sob.
"Not afraid." Lu Cheng showed a warm smile.
"Since I know the enemy is a god, it's much easier to handle. After all, if a god is killed, they will die—"
In the dark night, he revealed his white teeth, and his smile became increasingly brilliant.
And feeling the residual warmth of the quilt, the girl didn't seem as cold as she used to be.
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