Chapter Six Hundred Eighty-Three: Recently, Traitors of the Celestial Sect Are Also Stacking Favorability in the Demon Cult Prison (Grand Finale)
Gazing at the screen, Huo Longyuan remained silent for a long time.
Eventually, he let out a soft sigh and silently smiled while shaking his head.
“… As expected of you.”
“I still have to thank him.” Young Master Sang leisurely sat on the chair, enjoying the massage service from his secretary Xu Hongyi: “It seems the players are quite satisfied with this boss design.”
Huo Longyuan didn’t ask further, just chuckled lightly: “Congratulations.”
“From now on, you can enjoy eternal happiness with your family, living carefree.”
“… No.” Unexpectedly, Young Master Sang shook his head.
“Not eternal enjoyment.”
“My wives and I are in agreement; we all want to stay in this world and live as ordinary mortals.”
Now it was Huo Longyuan’s turn to be stunned.
“Why? Obviously, if you want, you could achieve immortality and become the Primordial Deities of this world…”
“So what?”
Young Master Sang shrugged: “Would that be happier than now?”
Huo Longyuan was momentarily rendered speechless.
“Do you know why the Primordial Deities can control all the rules, yet for billions of years, no one has comprehended the last rule that belongs to humans?”
“… Because of time.”
“Eternity is the biggest shackle in this world.” Young Master Sang spoke softly, “Because of eternity, life and emotions become insignificant and fragmented, not needing attention, not needing to exist.”
“So for the Primordial Deities, their long, endless lives cannot comprehend the existence of human emotions. Rather than saying they live in their own realm, it would be more accurate to say they are imprisoned in a cage called immortality.”
“Think about it. When did you begin to understand human love?”
Huo Longyuan’s gaze dropped slightly.
… Yes.
It was when he reincarnated and entered the Abyss Realm.
Before that, he was just like other Primordial Deities.
Believing that in the endless expanse of time, everything was a fleeting speck of dust, devoid of meaning.
But the moment he reincarnated as a human and began exploring his life within limited years, he encountered Luo Qingqing.
It was then he first started to comprehend the depth of human love, how intoxicating it could be.
How he stubbornly chased her phantom, met Qing’er, and increasingly lived like a human.
“Only when you become human do you know.”
Young Master Sang chuckled: “The most romantic thing in this world isn’t lifelong companionship.”
“It’s growing old together.”
“Even if one day we grow old, even die.”
“So what? It’s just journeying into the next reincarnation.”
“Maybe in the next reincarnation, our story will be even happier.” He toyed with the ring on his finger.
It was a lotus-like ring.
Identical to the Causal Lotus.
“… I understand now.”
Huo Longyuan suddenly sighed: “I was shortsighted.”
“It’s not too late to understand now.”
Young Master Sang smiled, “How about bringing your wife and child to this world to experience it too?”
“Coincidentally, my game company needs a planner. You can fill that role. The salary is generous, and I’ll even throw in a set of district housing.”
“Sounds good.”
Huo Longyuan rarely revealed a smile: “But I’ve never worked as a planner. If I mess up the job, don’t come to cause me trouble.”
“Don’t worry.”
Young Master Sang waved his hand broadly: “Planning? Just gotta endure some scolding.”
Huo Longyuan: “?”
“I regret it.”
“Regret? Too late! Do you think this is the first day meeting me? Employees that come under me won’t be worked to the bone and still want to leave?”
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That night.
“I’m back.”
Pushing open the villa’s large door, Young Master Sang stepped in, looking exhausted.
“Master is back.”
Dressed in a maid outfit, with a bust almost bursting from its buttons, Aunt Yu was quick to bring over slippers and took Sang’s briefcase:
“The bathwater is ready; would you like to head straight there?”
“Sure.”
While undoing his collar, Sang chuckled: “Aunt Yu, would you like to join?”
Aunt Yu’s face turned crimson, bashfully replying: “Maybe I won’t… There are several ladies already waiting in the bath for you.”
“If you really want me… I won’t lock the door tonight…”
Seeing the bashful look on Aunt Yu’s face, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but pull her in for a gentle kiss.
Changing into a bathrobe and pushing open the bathroom door, a huge splash drenched Sang from head to toe.
“Hey! You three!”
Seeing the troublemakers Long Huan, Hua Jianglian, and Si Jingzhu, they immediately shrunk back.
But the next moment, Hua Jianglian still mustered her courage, placing her hands on her hips and huffing:
“What! Who told you to barge in while we were playing with water?”
“Exactly.” Si Jingzhu chimed in: “It’s your fault!”
“If you hadn’t come back so late, we wouldn’t be bored playing in the bath.” Long Huan winked mischievously.
Watching the three little girls acting all high and mighty, Young Master Sang was furious and without a word, pulled his bathrobe off.
“You three little goblins, today I’ll teach you a good lesson!”
“Ah! Help! Run!”
Laughter echoed as the entire bath turned into a splash zone filled with youthful giggles and squeals.
……
At dinner, with a sun-kissed face, Young Master Sang took his seat as Zhang Xiaoying and Aunt Yu had already laid out the dishes.
Tang Yubbing and Shi Qingyan were busy eating and discussing documents, Bai Ming munched on some bread while reading files, and Xu Hongyi didn’t even bother changing out of her secretary outfit, devouring her food.
Huo Ningxue was feeding a newborn baby, her loose neckline revealing a hint of her fair skin.
As Sang stared at the mother-daughter duo for a while, Huo Ningxue couldn’t help but chide:
“What are you looking at? Do you want to have a sip?”
“Ahem… Is little Nian behaving today?”
“Behaving.” Huo Ningxue gazed at the baby in her arms, her expression soft: “Not crying, very obedient; definitely will be a good child in the future.”
Let’s hope so.
Sang silently hoped she wouldn’t be as troublesome as her sister.
“I’m back.”
From the door came Gu Yingmian’s voice, moments later she walked in wearing high heels and urban chic attire.
“So, what did the parent-teacher meeting say about Little Ying You?” Zhang Xiaoying quickly asked.
“Don’t bring it up.” Gu Yingmian sighed as she took a seat: “The teacher said she has never seen such a girl who bullies the boys and dominates the girls. In just a few days of school, she has almost tamed the local bullies.”
Zhang Xiaoying’s face darkened immediately.
Meanwhile, following closely behind Gu Yingmian, Sang Ying You was cautiously inching away, her head lowered pitifully as she uttered, “Mama…”
“Don’t call me Mama.”
Zhang Xiaoying snapped: “Go write me a self-reflection!”
“Okay…”
Sang Ying You pouted in grievance, slinking back to her room. Gu Yingmian quietly signaled to Chun Lan and Qiu Ju, and the two girls took the food and followed her into the room.
“Really worry-inducing.”
Zhang Xiaoying sighed helplessly: “How can this child be so unruly?”
“If only she was half as obedient as her brother…”
“Don’t say that.” Bai Ming, who had been looking at documents all this time, chimed in, “Little Lonely has also been restless these days.”
“Every few days he goes to see his girlfriend He Lian Lian, making the teacher complain about early dating to me.”
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but chuckle: “This kid is quite mature. Just like his old man.”
“Do you think that’s a compliment?” Zhang Xiaoying and Bai Ming suddenly spoke in unison, eyes glaring.
Sang immediately shrank back, not daring to talk back.
Fortunately, just then his phone rang.
It was Meng Qiyan calling.
“Brother~ Sang~”
The noise on the other end was deafening, and Sang sighed helplessly: “Did you all go to KTV for team-building again?”
“What can we do~”
Meng Qiyan shouted over the noise: “You let the sisters transfer from Heavenly Punishment Department to the market research division but didn’t come to see them, so if I don’t bring them out for team-building, they will keep shouting to see you!”
Sure enough, a chorus of voices erupted from the other end.
“Brother Sang~ come sing with us!”
“Brother Sang, the sisters miss you so much!”
Sang felt his scalp tingle; he could only smile bitterly: “I’ll… I’ll join you next time.”
Finally managing to fend them off, Sang sighed.
It seems having too many people isn’t a good thing after all.
……
After dinner, everyone busied themselves clearing the table.
Young Master Sang changed back into his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and walked to the door.
“Are you heading to Mom’s place?” Zhang Xiaoying’s soft voice came from behind.
“Yeah.”
As Sang put on his shoes, he replied: “Just want to check how Mom’s health check results came out today.”
“You.”
Zhang Xiaoying leaned in close, tidying up his collar and hair, softly saying: “I know you have psychological barriers, but it doesn’t mean you have to make Mom get small checks every three days and big checks every week, right? That’ll make her feel unwell even if she’s fine.”
“Besides, with Nian Nian and Senior Sister Yan looking after her, she’ll be okay. Maybe you could persuade Mom to move in with us so we can take care of her together.”
“I’ll try my best.” Sang replied helplessly, “I’m off.”
“Wait.”
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoying wrapped her arms around Sang’s neck, gently kissing his lips.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with affection as she softly said:
“… Come back early.”
“Okay.” Sang smiled lightly.
……
After driving for a considerable distance, the Maybach finally slowed to a stop in front of a small house.
Getting out of the car, Young Master Sang quietly approached the door and knocked.
The door was opened by Yan Rouwan, who made a shushing gesture to him.
“Is Mom sleeping?”
“Yeah.” she whispered, “Just fell asleep, was scolding you before dozing off.”
Sang chuckled softly.
Probably scolding him for being so persistent about having her checkups.
Entering the room, this slightly old-fashioned house brought back memories for Sang.
He had spent a lonely childhood in this place, and nearly every corner held a memory.
On the sofa, Nian Nian was lazily playing with her phone. Without looking up, she said:
“The checkup results are fine. The doctor said she could easily live to ninety-nine.”
“You just love to worry yourself. If Mom were truly sick, it would probably be because she’s irritated by you.”
Sang chose not to argue and instead lay back on the sofa, pulling Nian Nian into his embrace.
“Mom’s good health is thanks to you daughters-in-law being gentle and caring.”
“Cut it out.” Nian Nian shot him a sidelong glance, her cheeks slightly flushed, “Talk serious.”
“Do we still need someone monitoring Ancestral Cang’s side?”
“Just have Li Shanyan keep an eye on it.” Sang casually replied, but his hands were wandering up Nian Nian’s chest teasingly, “If there’s anything over there, we’ll deal with it then.”
Feeling flustered from the teasing, Nian Nian squirmed: “Don’t you feel it’s a pity at all?”
“Pity for what?”
“In that world, you are immensely wealthy, on top of the world, controlling everything.”
Nian Nian’s voice was soft: “But here, you’ve become no different from an ordinary person, devoid of powers and rules, growing old and weak, just a small boss in a game company.”
“Whichever way you look at it, that world would feel better.”
Young Master Sang shook his head, smiling: “Not really.”
“As long as I can be with you all, it’s the same kind of happiness for me no matter where I am.”
“If you like that world, then let’s finish this life and reincarnate back there next time.”
“Not that I liked it that much…” Nian Nian turned around, sulking: “No matter where I am, I’m still bullied by you, bad egg.”
“Well, can’t be helped.”
Young Master Sang chuckled, tightly embracing the soft girl in his arms: “Some little systems are destined to be bullied by their silly hosts.”
“Hmm! Don’t—”
“Alright, no more mushiness.”
At that moment, Yan Rouwan appeared, now donned in sleepwear, the light pink fabric hugging her curves with a trace of floral scent.
“Don’t get too carried away in the living room; you might wake Mom up.”
Young Master Sang and Nian Nian exchanged a glance, both wearing mischievous grins.
Yan Rouwan: “… What do you two want to do?”
“I warn you, don’t go too far. If you wake Mom up—… uhm!”
Quickly, as the door to Sang’s room closed, the whole living room fell silent again.
Only Nian Nian’s phone still glowed, displaying a half-edited post.
The title of the post was.
—— “Game Review——Rebellious Celestial Sect.”
Also known as.
——“The Celestial Sect Traitors Are Currently Stacking Favorability in the Demon Cult Prison.”
——End.
Final Words
Congratulations.
Dear audience.
Welcome to the concluding words of this book.
As the author, I feel truly happy to have completed another book and finished a journey.
Let’s clap, clap.
Finally reaching the end, I thought I would write a bunch of emotional nonsense, lamenting my struggles, selling some teary moments, and then advertising my next book.
But when I started writing this conclusion, I realized I had nothing much to say.
Emotion?
What a load of garbage.
This book should be joyful from start to finish.
Even if it’s tear-jerking, it should be laughing through tears.
I’m glad I stuck to my original intention of writing this book. I just wanted to tell a completely light-hearted and humorous story, devoid of heavy themes or the traditional ‘hero battling a dragon.’ It should be funny and nonsensical from start to end.
That’s how I’ve strived to write. As for your reading experience, well, that’s subjective.
I also accept any criticism. If anyone thinks this book has shortcomings or feels like I was slacking, that’s all fair. I acknowledge I can be lazy. Feel free to criticize; I won’t mind.
In fact, I might not even read it (laughs).
Yet, I still thank all of you readers who have followed me here. Just as I mentioned at the end, the most important part of any game is its players. Once players click ‘start’, that game truly begins.
Similarly.
When you readers finish this book.
That’s when this novel can be truly regarded as a book.
It hasn’t been easy.
In today’s environment where female lead novels, yuri, and transformation stories dominate, achieving such a result was beyond my wildest dreams.
All of this is thanks to you; it has little to do with this useless author.
Thank you.
May your lives be filled with joy and humor, refusing to be burdened by heavy themes.
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Now, onto the formulaic chatter about my new book.
As mentioned earlier, male lead stories in the context of pineapple buns are indeed an anomaly.
I’m still a traditionalist who can’t write or read female lead tales, so I can only write about what I’m familiar with.
The new book will once again be a light-hearted humorous story, about a unlucky fellow who becomes the leader of the martial arts world by using random hypnotic magic.
If you feel like you haven’t had enough, or if you’re in a bind without anything to read, feel free to keep an eye on my new book — your support keeps my meals on the table.
If you’re not interested, that’s okay too. Perhaps I will write something you’ll like in the future. After all, every encounter is a long-awaited reunion, right?
My new book “After Being Hypnotized, Why Is It Even Harder to Deal with the Heroines” is currently serializing splendidly~ Please bookmark it to embrace joy.
That’s all I wanted to say.
Let’s wrap it up with the core keywords of this book.
Nian Nian never forgets.
There will surely be echoes.
See you again in the Jianghu.
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