NOVGO.NET Chapter 3694 - 1795: The Game
Chapter 3694: Chapter 1795: The Game
"Wh-what kind of game is it?"
Ping’er looked away awkwardly; Young Master Li seemed different today, like he had become a different person.
A group of maids surrounded them; one played the zither, another heated wine, while yet another peeled spiritual fruit for feeding...
Upon hearing this, they all paused in unison and cast surprised glances.
Young Master Li appeared carefree, but at the Tingyu Pavilion, he was rather serious.
He usually discussed important matters, rarely indulging in "game" time like this.
After today’s numerous occurrences with the envoy from the Yunshan Emperor realm, he felt invigorated instead?
Xu Xiaoshou squinted his fox-like eyes, chuckling, "A fantasy game."
Fantasy...
Ping’er’s cheeks turned a rosy red instantly.
"Young Master, what kind of fantasy game is it? Can we, besides Ping’er, also join?" A maid offering grapes asked eagerly, her gaze revealing ambition.
"Of course, everyone can join in, the more the merrier."
Xu Xiaoshou generously accepted a grape without swallowing, chewing slowly, "Have you all been to the Mournful Emperor realm?"
Seven people playing...
And fantasizing about playing in the Mournful Emperor realm...
Ping’er clutched her sleeves tightly, feeling incredibly tense, afraid to look around. Her vision narrowed to just Young Master Li’s handsome face, spilling charming fragrance.
"No."
The maids shook their heads collectively.
They were born in the Cold Palace Emperor realm, selected by the Tingyu Pavilion in their youthful bloom at sixteen or seventeen.
Henceforth, they primarily shuttled among Tingyu Pavilion, the Spiritual Site, and their hometown, always trodding the same path.
Forget the Cold Palace Emperor realm; even the emperor realm’s own scenic beauties hadn’t all been explored.
"It doesn’t matter if you haven’t been there; it’s called ’fantasy’ after all."
Xu Xiaoshou anticipated this, "Having been with me for some time, handling many matters big and small, you must have heard things."
"Now..." He clapped hands, appearing to set the tempo, looking at the maids, "Starting now, it’s fantasy time."
The maids gathered closer in a mix of tension and anticipation.
Young Master Li squinted and smiled, "Imagine, suppose you now possess combat power comparable to a Holy Emperor and must challenge experts in the Mournful Emperor realm, what are you most afraid of?"
Huh?
The maids froze.
Young Master Li regarded them seriously, raising a finger, "Each person only mentions their greatest fear; no additional words."
"Oh, so it’s this kind of fantasy..."
Ping’er subtly shrugged her fragrant shoulders and discreetly exhaled in relief, feeling both lightened and a tad disappointed.
"What other kind of fantasy could it be?" Xu Xiaoshou overheard her mumbling, helpless as she was closest.
Goodness, is shoulder massaging necessary to sit astride me?
What a decadent life Yue Gongli leads daily, this damned seductive fox...
After initial disappointment, the maids quickly fell into the game rhythm, each starting to "fantasize":
"The Mournful Emperor realm seems eerie; it’s so terrifying. My biggest fear must be all those small Bei... life forms there."
"Why so?" Xu Xiaoshou looked at the grape-feeding girl.
"Didn’t Young Master Li mention, there are many small Bei Huai there, all creations from the Great Beihuai’s life research, some with human heads and snake bodies, others with lion faces and plant hosts, resembling haphazard assembly, till it’s horrifying to imagine, boo hoo hoo..."
Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.
He anticipated Bei Huai’s actions but not to this extent, indeed quite revolting.
"What’s so frightening? Boo hoo hoo, it’s just some ghost beasts, right?" Xu Xiaoshou moved on from her, "Next."
"Me me!"
A zither-playing girl raised her hand from the back, finding the game interesting and wanting to voice her ideas before her sisters:
"I’m most afraid of what Young Master Li mentioned, the Mournful Emperor realm having no living soul; those small Bei Huai are all Great Beihuai’s body of consciousness clones, even plants possess life activity."
"Even for a Holy Emperor, traversing the Mournful Emperor realm feels omnipresently observed; I can’t bear being watched by countless eyes, it’s the scariest feeling!"
She clenched fists, motivating herself, clearly already envisioning training stages in the Mournful Emperor realm.
This terrifying?
Xu Xiaoshou thought it ludicrous to have no living person there?
Dao Qiongcang had Graced Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe’s Path Division with Divine Puppet allocations, leaving only Yu Zhiwen, already quite twisted.
And Bei Huai...
The entire Mournful Emperor realm?
Is he even human; aren’t there compatriots there?
"Shuangshuang’s sister makes sense; I’m also afraid of this; didn’t Young Master Li mention, if Sword Deity Bei never went to Yunshan Emperor realm seeking the sword, he’d now be a ghost beast host body?" The wine heating maiden shuddered as she spoke, "What oppression; unimaginable..."
Truly did he refine all his kin?
Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t fully aware of such private matters regarding the Mournful Emperor realm; Dao Qiongcang hadn’t delved that deep.
The zither-playing Shuangshuang inspired public discourse.
Maids began conversing in overlapping dialogue, all resonating deeply with Xu Xiaoshou listening quietly.
From their words portraying the Mournful Emperor realm, he visualized a dark, oppressive landscape with watchful, ubiquitous eyes lurking like purgatory.
"The most terrifying thing should be the ancient japonicum, right?"
A maids towards the right held a flute and with reddish lips, sparkling green gem-like eyes:
"Young Master Li often mentions, the Mournful Emperor realm owes its existence to the ancient japonicum; ancestral trees persist, Mournful never dies."