Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 865 - 862nd - : "Aren’t You Afraid of Me?

"Jing He!"

A young prince ran to the girl’s side: "Look what I found!"

Jing He looked down and saw that the young prince was holding a white fox in his arms. Its fur was burned in a spot, and its body was covered in blood.

"What a beautiful fox." Jing He said in surprise.

"This is a white fox from the Western Regions that was offered as a tribute." The young prince said: "Second brother also likes it and insisted that mother give him the fox. Since mother refused, he deliberately burned its fur. Jing He, you practice the ’Attack’ and ’Heal’ methods, can you save it?"

Jing He shook her head: "I can’t save it, my healing talisman is only at First Level 55%, I haven’t fully mastered it yet."

"Then what should we do, it’s about to die..." The young prince was very anxious.

Just then, he suddenly noticed, in the White Jade Pavilion of the Imperial Garden beside them, a white-haired man who looked like an immortal.

The white-haired man seemed to have suddenly appeared in the White Jade Pavilion, or perhaps he had been standing there all along, blending with the frost-covered long pavilion. He emanated a frosty and fierce aura.

The young prince noticed him, and his eyes lit up. White hair, white clothes... Could this be the State Preceptor from the palace?

"Are you the State Preceptor?" The young prince ran over holding the white fox: "I’ve heard you know everything, can foresee destiny, and are proficient in all talismans. Can you save this white fox?"

The white-haired man’s gaze shifted slightly, his eyes focused, like frozen ice and snow:

"Why should I save it?"

Though his voice was not harsh, it carried great authority.

"I cannot bear to see a life die. And you are the only one I can turn to for help." The young prince said calmly.

"What does the fox’s life have to do with me?" The white-haired man’s voice remained steady.

"..." The young prince did not insist on pleading, knowing that further requests would lead nowhere.

When he turned with the white fox, the white-haired man said:

"...you are not afraid of me?"

Though it was a question, his tone remained unruffled.

"Why would I be afraid?" The young prince said.

"Everyone fears me, including your father." The white-haired man’s voice was soft, pleasing as jade beads: "Including your sister as well."

The young prince paused, looked up, and realized Jing He was already shivering and hiding behind the swing, not daring to approach. Her eyes were filled with fear for the white-haired man.

Rumors said that the State Preceptor lacked humanity and emotions, able to see into others’ destinies, even accurately predict death times. Everyone feared someone who could see through their every secret, where nothing could be hidden from him. Even upon seeing him, people would retreat of their own accord or lower their heads, not daring to look directly.

The young prince turned, the white fox in his arms, directly facing the State Preceptor.

"I have never done anything against my conscience in my life. Naturally, I’m not afraid of you. If you wish to see my destiny and memory, go ahead." The young prince said candidly: "Your ability to see the lines of others’ destinies, even affect the national fortunes, if used well, is a meritorious matter over the ages. I admire you, why would I fear you?"

His reply was neither servile nor overbearing, with no trace of tremble in his words.

Li Mingyue only glanced at him to know that the boy in front of him was not lying. He felt an odd emotion, but it quickly flashed away.

A flash of white light, and in the next instant, all the fox’s gaping wounds healed. Though it was clearly a high-level talisman for instantaneous healing, the State Preceptor didn’t need to write any talisman.

"Thank you, State Preceptor..." The young prince was about to express his gratitude when he realized no one was there.

In the White Jade Pavilion, melting snow fell, fine white curtains resembling pear blossoms danced. He stood dazed amid the falling white pieces, with only a peach blossom fragrance remaining at the tip of his nose.

The white fox stirred slightly, its pupils deep black.

"People say that a white fox was a young maiden wronged in a past life, she reincarnated as a fox hoping to meet the one who saved her in that life." Jing He came closer and said: "Brother, you saved a palace maid a few days ago, could this white fox be her reincarnation?"

The young prince recalled his past.

That maid was a childhood friend. He encountered her in the Imperial Garden at the age of eight, a kind-hearted girl, she taught him to fold paper flowers, taught him to play an instrument that produced a crisp sound, told him stories of the common people and their grievances, things he could not learn in the palace. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

She was not beautiful but diligent and gentle, managing the snow-stained clothes neatly, brushing away the ice flakes and leaves from his hair, noticing his dark circles from nights spent reading.

She was like his big sister, also like his friend. Her thoughts were open-minded, sometimes sharing the idea "water can carry a boat", mentioning the tens of thousands who starved to death during famines. In the deep palace, he could become a prince who understood the people’s sentiments and cared for them, unlike the cruel Second Brother, thanks to her.

He strongly believed that even if her identity restricted her from studying or taking exams, given a chance, she would not be confined to the deep palace as an unnoticeable maid, but would soar like an eagle in the firmament.

He promised her that someday, he would give people like her the chance to change their destiny, not be confined beneath the eaves of a building.

But she died a few months ago.

Her cause of death was that the Emperor looked at her a few times, and she was thrown into a deep well out of jealousy by the Noble Consort.

Although he rescued her from the well, she later died, falling into the well. Others said she accidentally lost her footing, but everyone knew it was not an accident.

Though love was absent from her eyes, and she had no intention of being with anyone, just because she was a maid and could be envied by concubines, her ambition and prospects were reduced to her identity, leading to her death.

The young prince reflected on this, his brows slightly lowered: "When I can change this world, I will banish these ghostly tales so all people can have the chance to study and remain unswayed by ignorant rumors."

Looking at the white fox in his arms, he shook his head.

"But if she truly is her reincarnation, that’s good too." He smiled and said, "White fox, if you truly have the ability to repay kindness, then protect me throughout my life. Even if you lack that ability, I will protect you always."

"Brother, I heard that in five years, an immortal will bestow a magical treasure to test if we can become the Eligibles. If you can become an Eligible, you won’t need anyone to protect you." Jing He said.

"Let’s hope so. I want to become strong." The young prince said: "I want to ensure tragedies like hers never happen again."

The white fox, in his arms, slowly fell asleep.

Time gradually passed, and the young prince continuously and carefully took care of the white fox. He told it stories the maid had told, confided his troubles to it, cared for it as the maid had cared for him as a child, grooming its fur and removing its leaves and melted snow.

Day and night, they grew up together.

Five years later, the young prince was found to have the qualifications of an Eligible, which the Emperor kept strictly undisclosed, even from Princess Jing He.

The imprisoned needed only to bleed, not have pets as companions, the white fox was forcibly taken from the young prince’s side, its neck twisted, and its skin stripped.

His aspirations were erased, his future cut off, locked in a tall building day and night, accompanied only by pain and scars.

The young prince’s story ended.

...

"Ding dong!"

[You have acquired Su Shaoqing’s memories (upper).]

[You have gained 50 Spirit Points, current Spirit Points: 100 points.]

...

[Player Ranking · Dream Exploration Points have been opened.]

[Any action you take to advance the plot will allow you to gain "Dream Exploration Points." Players who have already died will remain on the leaderboard.]

[At the end of the instance, rewards will be settled according to the leaderboard.]

["Dream Exploration Points" Current Leaderboard:

First Place: Eli (350 points)

Second Place: I Will Not Drown (250 points)

Third Place: Raven Yinke and Its Cake (100 points)

Fourth Place: Agnes (100 points)

Fifth Place: Sacrificing Ten Years of Life Allows Me to Meet Su Ming’an (100 points)

Sixth Place: A Blademaster (50 points)

Seventh Place: Su Ming’an’s Godfather Boris (50 points)

Eighth Place: Deity (50 points)

Ninth Place: Biluochun (50 points)

...]

...

[Please choose an anonymity.]

Su Ming’an looked at the strange anonymous names around and after some contemplation, decided to go by [An Ordinary Person], ranking sixth.

It seems players have started trying to kill the "exceptional," the first place has already accumulated 350 Dream Exploration Points.

As Su Ming’an was choosing his anonymity, Ming Yue, sitting across the table, silently watched him, eyes deep.

"Shaoqing. When you were young, you once told me that if someday you were free from high walls, becoming an unfallen bird, you’d travel across the world, understand the myriad of human natures, and know the deepest wishes within people’s hearts." Ming Yue said:

"You also told me that if someday you could ascend to Penglai Fairy Island, becoming an Immortal. You would still return to this land, let your kingdom prosper, the people live in peace, even advancing new systems to prevent the palace maid incidents of the past from happening again."

Ming Yue pointed her finger lightly, dispersing the bronze mirror:

"Now, do you still think this way—Su Shaoqing, do you truly wish for national peace and prosperity, never repeating past incidents, regardless of the cost?"

Su Ming’an nodded: "Of course."

Through this memory, he understood how the Eldest Prince and the State Preceptor first met. Observing from minor details, the Eldest Prince is indeed an outstanding individual. Not only reflected in his abilities, but more so in his character.

"I understand, then... wait." Ming Yue said, suddenly looking up, gazing into the distance.

Su Ming’an followed her gaze but saw nothing.

...

Outside the Capital City, in the northeast corner of Louyue, Wuyang Province, Tianluo City.

Amidst burning incense smoke, a black-haired woman lifted the curtain and entered the room.

"I’ve heard your Heavenly Net Sect excels at long-range array deployment and is knowledgeable in curses." Mizushima Kawa Sora lifted the curtain, placing a bag of silver on the table: "Tian Yuanzi, help me curse someone, and this bag of silver is yours."

Across from her sat an old Taoist in a white robe, with a black and white Bagua array printed on his back.

"The heroine seems unfamiliar, could it be a martial artist recently arrived in Tianluo City?" White-robed Taoist Tian Yuanzi glanced at Mizushima Kawa Sora’s kimono, shaking his head: "Our Heavenly Net Sect does not conduct business with outsiders."

Mizushima Kawa Sora drew her sword, the Black Blade instantly positioned at Tian Yuanzi’s neck.

"Do it, and you can have the silver. Refuse, and forget about keeping your head." Mizushima Kawa Sora coldly threatened.

Tian Yuanzi, sweating profusely in fear, immediately cowered: "I’ll do it, I’ll do it. The heroine is reasonable, reasonable."

He hadn’t expected this woman’s power to be so formidable. He was already a Fourth Level Method Spell user, yet she could bypass his protective array and place the blade directly at his throat.

When did Louyue Nation gather so many strong individuals? Is it all for Penglai Fairy Island?

"Tell me, who is the strongest in the Capital City?" Mizushima Kawa Sora asked.

"It should be the State Preceptor, named Ming Yue." Tian Yuanzi answered shakily.

"How does he look?" Mizushima Kawa Sora asked.

Tian Yuanzi’s lips trembled, admiringly saying: "Resembles an Immortal!"

[Ming Yue should be Su Ming’an’s possession target. The warning props I have continuously indicate that Su Ming’an is nearby... Troublesome, matched into a parallel instance with him.] Mizushima Kawa Sora thought: "Are there any other people of significant identity?"

"That would be the Eldest Prince Su Shaoqing, His Highness, and also the Second Prince His Highness." Tian Yuanzi replied: "Princess Jing He also counts."

Mizushima Kawa Sora inquired about physical features, discovering Ming Yue had white hair and white eyes, Su Shaoqing had black hair and black eyes.

"Feels like Su Shaoqing resembles Su Ming’an more." Mizushima Kawa Sora pondered for a moment: "Tian Yuanzi, you just help me curse Su Shaoqing."

"Do you want him dead? I have an instant death talisman, if the other party lacks protective talismans, it can render him gravely ill and eventually die suddenly." Tian Yuanzi said.

"No, I don’t want him dead." Mizushima Kawa Sora shook her head: "Just make him... weak is enough."

Tian Yuanzi thought this was peculiar. This heroine wanted to curse the Eldest Prince, evidently hated him deeply, yet spared his life. Why?

But he still complied, taking a stack of yellow paper and writing with cinnabar.

"Method" pathway, "Chaos" branch, "Third Level: Curse of Weakness," paired with his Constellation Compass, able to remotely land the curse on someone. Simply deepening the talisman daily could kill someone without drawing blood. Provided the person has no external protection.

He pinched his fingers, a pitch-black talisman fused into the air, surging toward the direction of the Capital City.

Mizushima Kawa Sora stood up, carrying the Black Blade, eyes distant.

"Can this really make him weak?" Mizushima Kawa Sora said.

"Certainly." Tian Yuanzi smiled: "My talismans are unmatched in the sect, unless the other party has protection from powerful figures like the State Preceptor. Otherwise, making someone weak, I can still achieve."

"Su Ming’an probably won’t have such luck, having the State Preceptor protect him right at the start. He’s cautious using the Ruler’s Skill, not using it whenever he sees someone." Mizushima Kawa Sora thought: "Regarding what Boss Rabbit told me before the Tenth World began... I must make Su Ming’an understand."

She looked at her arm, where parasitic purple-black tendrils resided, revealing an abnormal smile.

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