Chapter Forty: Not Green Pepper Pork Stir-Fry, Not Delicious
System?
Issuing a task?
Sang Zhe’s expression at this moment was like Columbus discovering a new continent.
His perennial lazy, indifferent system actually took the initiative to issue a task?
But why now of all times?
After calming down, Sang Zhe quickly furrowed his brows suspiciously: “System, are you hiding something again?”
【Host’s knowledge is insufficient, system has no data.】
“Can you at least find a different way to be evasive next time? Just that line and you’re out of words?”
【This task rewards: 1000 points.】
Whoa, that’s quite generous.
Sang Zhe pondered while pinching his chin, and suddenly asked:
“What if I don’t accept this task? Can I still ask you what’s going on?”
“And you’ll have to obediently spill the beans?”
The system fell silent again.
Sang Zhe immediately wore a satisfied smile.
“I knew it! You lazy mute, suddenly becoming insightful today. There must be a catch.”
“Very well, I won’t take the task, I want to eat melons.”
【……Task rewards: 1000 points.】
“I want to eat melons.”
【……Task rewards: 2000 points.】
“I want to eat melons.”
【……Task rewards: 2000 points + a random technique set. This task cannot be completed once missed…】
“For 10,000 points, I still won’t take it. I just want to eat melons.”
【……】
Sang Zhe seemed to faintly hear the system sighing helplessly and long.
Ha.
You finally have your day.
After being with me for so long and always being lazy, not issuing any lucky charms, not even a mask mode until I was on the verge of death.
And you expect me to obediently listen to you?
Sorry, my man is all about counter-routines.
【Si Jingzhu is the Original Immortal, immensely valuable, and has the potential to help practitioners at the Crossing Tribulation Stage take the last step into the Great Ascendance.】
【Master Yu Xia nurtured the Original Immortal with her own vital blood, and it can be consumed once matured.】
【However, the Original Immortal nurtured with her vital blood is almost like a part of herself.】
A part of herself?
Sang Zhe seemed to realize something, his eyes widened: “Wait, are you saying…”
“What I’m doing to Si Jingzhu right now, Master Yu Xia can feel all of it?”
【Not currently.】
【When Master Yu Xia consumes the Immortal, all memories and perceptions of the Immortal will be returned to her.】
I see.
No wonder Master Yu Xia is so anxious.
If Si Jingzhu falls into a dungeon and suffers all kinds of abuse from the Demon Cultivators.
Even if she’s saved in the future, the moment I consume the Immortal, all the memories and pains of that abuse will flood into her heart.
Basically, it’s like I would have been tortured by the Demon Cultivators too.
That would sting. Tsk tsk.
“So, Si Jingzhu actually knows about this?”
Sang Zhe contemplated, “She hates Master Yu Xia for treating her as food, but she can’t fight back, so she self-harms to seek pain, hoping to return this pain to Master Yu Xia one day?”
“Looking at it this way, this little girl seems quite miserable.”
The system fell silent again.
Sang Zhe pushed the system aside and turned back to Si Jingzhu.
“You… hate Master Yu Xia a lot, don’t you?”
Si Jingzhu maintained her usual disdainful expression, scoffing: “Save it, you won’t get a word out of me. Unless you obediently listen to me and crawl over to beg, otherwise this young lady—”
“You never thought you could avoid being eaten by her?”
Si Jingzhu’s voice abruptly stopped.
Her eyes suddenly became vigilant, staring hard at Sang Zhe.
“What… what are you saying?”
“I’m saying, you don’t have to be eaten by her.”
Sang Zhe scratched his head: “Aren’t you already captured by the Demon Cult? As long as Master Yu Xia can’t break into the Demon Cultivation Mountain Gate, you’re safe, right?”
“You could even join us directly and become a Demon Cultivator. Do whatever you want without worrying about being eaten every day.”
Si Jingzhu slightly opened her mouth, but after a moment, her gaze dropped slowly.
A long while later, she let out a delicate huff: “Hmph.”
“I don’t know how you figured out my identity. But don’t think you can deceive me.”
“Someone like me would be imprisoned and raised wherever I go, waiting to be eaten. What difference does it make if it’s the Demon Cult or the Immortal Sect?”
“But if you want to eat me, better be ready! I’ve accumulated a lot of pain, so be careful, or you might lose your mind and go crazy while eating me!”
Sang Zhe, however, shook his head in disdain:
“Ugh, who wants to eat you? You’ve been stuck in prison for so long without a bath; you must stink.”
“I don’t stink! I’m an Immortal, I smell fragrant all over, I…”
Having said that, Si Jingzhu realized she misspoke and immediately hung her head in embarrassment and anger.
“Tch, since you know already, it’s only a matter of time before you can’t resist the temptation and put me in a pot.”
Si Jingzhu huffed and turned her head away.
Sang Zhe looked at her with a strange expression.
Turns out this girl is not just an M.
She’s also suffering from paranoid delusions.
“But I really don’t want to eat you.”
Sang Zhe thought for a moment and added: “Oh, unless you taste like green pepper pork stir-fry. I love Little Ying’s green pepper pork stir-fry and braised pork.”
Si Jingzhu: “?”
“I’m an Immortal, the taste of an Immortal far surpasses all delicacies in this world. It’s way better than green pepper pork stir-fry.”
Leaning gently against the wall, her lively eyes wrote full of skepticism towards Sang Zhe: “I don’t believe you’re that firm. If you really want a challenge, why don’t you take a taste?”
This thing can still be tasted?
Sang Zhe stared, dumbfounded, as Si Jingzhu slowly extended her finger.
Indeed, as she said, even after being locked up for so long, her delicate fingers remained pristine and unblemished.
“Give it a try.” She provocatively tilted her little head towards Sang Zhe.
“After all, someone like you, a mere trash fish, would probably lose your mind at the first bite, losing all reason and unable to resist eating me right then and there.”
Sang Zhe really wanted to try.
What if it actually tastes like green pepper pork stir-fry?
So he lightly bit down on Si Jingzhu’s finger.
The instant he made contact, she let out a soft cry, and a charming flush spread across her cheeks.
It seemed that biting her finger didn’t bring pain.
But rather a wave of tingling and slight itchiness.
“Ah~” A seductive low moan escaped her lips.
No.
You told me to bite you.
Don’t make that sound!
It makes it seem like I’m doing something inappropriate to you!
Startled, Sang Zhe gently bit down and released her.
But Si Jingzhu’s cheeks still held a lingering flush, as if basking in the aftermath of intense passion, hot and fervent.
“How… how is it?”
She panted lightly but didn’t forget to tease: “Are you already captivated, unable to extricate yourself, just wanting to fall to your knees and be my dog?”
“No.”
Sang Zhe smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the flavor.
But he ultimately shook his head.
“Not green pepper pork stir-fry flavor.”
“Not delicious. What a letdown.”
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