Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Seventh Young Master

Qiao Qing Yan yawned, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. She didn’t even glance out the window, only lowered her head and kept reading.

“It’s just a paper people’s world.”

“If it collapses, we start over.”

She turned a page lazily. “You should be very familiar with this script.”

After all, ever since she entered this world, she had restarted many times already…

[Host!!!!]

Qiao Qing Yan reached into the void and grabbed.

Little Tabby Cat jolted, and in the next instant it appeared by the window, dragged into view like a toy plucked off a shelf.

It stared at her in shock.

[Master, how did you…]

Qiao Qing Yan set down the bamboo scroll and propped her chin with one hand, smiling without quite smiling as she looked at it hanging in the air.

“Xiao Hua Hua,” she said softly, “so you still remember I’m the host.”

Little Tabby Cat shivered and took two steps back, lowering its head. [Master, you heard wrong.]

It no longer remembered which world it started from, but it no longer dared call her host. It only called her master.

Maybe it started when she killed her own bonded beast without hesitation.

Or when she calmly sent the person closest to her onto the highest execution platform.

Or maybe it started when she told Little Tabby Cat, with chilling certainty, that her world was only black and white—if she said it was black, it was black; if she said it was white, it was white.

From that day on, Little Tabby Cat never called her host again.

It only dared call her master.

That was submission.

And it was willing acceptance.

[Master, my only master now is you. And if this world collapses, there’s no way to restart.]

[I don’t belong to the Quick-Transmigration Bureau anymore, and I can’t contact it. Now I only belong to you, Master…]

Little Tabby Cat sniffled, finally confessing everything, no longer daring to hide it.

Qiao Qing Yan’s fingertips paused slightly, but she still didn’t give a clear response.

[Master, the Child of Fortune really can’t have an accident.] Little Tabby Cat sounded truly desperate now. It couldn’t contact the Main Bureau. If the world collapsed, it didn’t even know what it would face.

Outside the window, thunder roared. Lightning flashed. Heavy rain poured down.

[Master…] Little Tabby Cat’s cat-like eyes stared at the curtain of rain outside as it fidgeted with its fingers, aggrieved and afraid.

The rain grew heavier. Even through the glass, it sounded like a hard, constant splatter. The streaks on the window thickened until they became a sheet of water.

Wind wrapped in rainwater, and the entire world seemed to be swallowed.

Lightning and thunder, rain pouring…

[Master…]

“Mm.” Finally, the beauty sitting calmly by the window moved. “Got it.”

*

Deep in a forest, the earth shook and mountains rumbled. Firelight burst in scattered flares, and layers of white fog blanketed the trees. At a glance, only sudden flashes of lightning cut through the haze.

“Ling Feng,” someone snapped, voice sharp with fear, “is your Young Lord trying to go see King Yama?”

“Do you know what he’s doing?”

On an ancient altar that gleamed with cold, eerie light, a man covered in wounds sat motionless.

His eyes were closed, like a living corpse with no breath left.

Around him, rings of ancient characters glowed with silver light.

A white-robed young master held a folding fan, tapping it against his palm again and again. His tightly furrowed brows showed how anxious he was.

Ling Feng pressed his lips together and didn’t dare answer. In his heart, he only hoped it would end quickly.

“Yi Nian.” A low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded, carrying a lonely chill.

“Who?” The white-robed young master’s sharp gaze snapped toward the source.

Then the layers of fog retreated, and a figure slowly appeared.

“So strong…” This was…

“Seventh Young Master.”