The dim stone chamber was suddenly illuminated by the radiant glow of the Xuanyuan Sword, blazing like a scorching sun.
Before the group had even stepped inside, Ji Lin had already commanded the sword to emit its dazzling light. Her purpose wasn't to create a grand spectacle—it was simply to conceal the eerie patterns now etched upon the blade.
After all, this Xuanyuan Sword had been a gift from Fuxi to Ji Lin.
Yet now, its once-pristine surface bore the marks of another man.
The light was blinding.
As the group approached the sword, Rita stood tall, her slender legs clad in black stockings poised gracefully. Her hands were folded elegantly in front of her skirt, exuding both courtesy and humility.
"Lady Ji Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Ji Lin hovered midair, her demeanor solemn and dignified.
This wasn't her usual self. Even toward strangers, the revered progenitor of Shenzhou civilization had always been approachable.
But today was different.
The woman before her was a subordinate of the Overseer of Schicksal—the very one who had shot Fuxi.
An instinctive hostility radiated from her.
And this visit? Undoubtedly ill-intentioned.
"Miss Rita, what brings you here?"
Hm?
Rita's eyebrow twitched slightly.
Since becoming a "maid," she had prided herself on leaving an impeccable first impression on anyone. Her tone, posture, and deliberately humble demeanor were all carefully crafted to dissolve defenses effortlessly.
Even if she couldn't win someone over immediately, she at least ensured they wouldn't bristle like a threatened hedgehog.
Yet this ancient ancestor of Shenzhou seemed to already hold a deep-seated prejudice against her.
After all, Rita hadn't even introduced herself—Ji Lin had called her by name immediately.
"You know me, Lady Ji Lin?"
Of course she did.
The moment Ji Lin entered Ye Feng's world, he had introduced Rita to her.
He'd even suggested that Ji Lin learn from Rita—how to be an "excellent maid."
Ye Feng had rambled on about Rita's background, her methods, her figure, even her so-called "Ten Great Treasures"...
At the memory, Ji Lin inwardly cursed: What a shameless rogue!
Before she could finish the thought, the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly clanged as if kneeling in submission.
The brilliant light faded, revealing the sleek, polished blade beneath.
The tip of the sword pressed firmly against the ground while the hilt arched upward, tracing a seductive curve.
And upon its once-immaculate surface now writhed intricate, crimson patterns.
Though the sword had no sheath, and Ji Lin wore no clothing, she still felt an inexplicable chill.
"Fuxi, don't look..."
The beautiful, chaste wife instinctively pleaded, her voice trembling with pitiful distress.
But the more she begged, the more their gazes were drawn to the blade.
"Were these patterns always on the Xuanyuan Sword...?"
Theresa murmured, staring at the engravings. Ji Lin's humiliation deepened.
The sword trembled, releasing a pulse of sword energy.
The group exchanged glances. And...
Was it just their imagination, or did the Xuanyuan Sword now seem to curve in an alluring way?
"I see now—this Xuanyuan Sword is quite the stunner, huh?"
...
...
A lithe, emerald-green figure slid down the wall, gasping for breath as if emerging from suffocation.
Mobius panted heavily, her face flushed, her ears burning.
Ye Feng pressed closer, pinning her in place.
Her hands pushed weakly against his chest—a token resistance.
"Let me go."
Her legs, hidden beneath her skirt, bent in a sinuous arch, writhing like a serpent's tail.
Ye Feng lifted the hem, revealing a glistening sheen on her jade-like calf.
He took her delicate foot into his hands.
"Didn't Snakey just take a bath? Did she forget to dry herself properly? Why is there still water here?"
"If you have something to say, say it. Keep pushing your luck, and I can't guarantee you'll wake up on an operating table next time."
Mobius' voice was a sultry whisper, sending tingles down the spine.
Ye Feng stole another taste of her shimmering pink lips.
"Snakey talks so tough, yet her kisses are so soft."
"This irritating feeling... Little mouse, where did you learn this? From Elysia?"
During the simulation, Ye Feng had perfectly embodied her idealized vision of a father figure.
Back then, Mobius had been as docile as an innocent child.
But ever since she'd "drugged" him and dragged him into her lab, the serpent had reclaimed her true nature.
"Ah, Snakey was so adorable back in the cottage. Now she's gone cold. Why did it take you so long to visit me after returning to the Elysian Realm?"
About five days.
Had she not slept at all?
Even as a memory, she still followed her original body's habits.
"Why would I go out of my way to see you? You're just a lab rat."
"If Snakey keeps talking like that, this rat's gonna get mad."
Mobius squirmed, her movements sinuous and seductive. Her heterochromatic eyes—shifting between green and violet—reflected Ye Feng's approaching face.
"Oh? Then come~. Just be careful... not to get eaten."
She reached out.
Ye Feng seized her wrist, then pinned both hands above her head against the wall.
"If this little rat gets devoured by Snakey, it'll be with pleasure."
"Hehe~ Only by witnessing the ugliness of evolution can we truly appreciate the beauty of life~ Mmm—ah, that hurts. But it's fine. You can go harder. Don't worry about breaking me. Just don't~ die too quickly~"
Ye Feng's assertiveness delighted her.
Last time, she'd been the hunter—drugging him before claiming her prize.
Naive serpent. She still thought she'd merely "stolen" him from Aponia.
Nightfall.
Exhausted, Mobius lay sprawled across Ye Feng's chest, her slender finger tracing idle circles.
Savoring the lingering euphoria.
"Snakey~"
"Don't talk. Snakes dislike being disturbed during rest. Understand?"
"Do you want to see Fuxi and Nuwa?"
"Hm?"
Her finger froze.
Fuxi and Nuwa had once been her assistants. Though they hadn't become her "understanders" like Klein, the bond between them ran deep.
As a memory inheriting nearly all of Mei Beius' experiences, she felt the same.
"...They're alive?"
"Dead."
Her breath hitched.
Then Ye Feng added:
"Now alive again."
"..."
Her finger slid down, pinching the soft flesh at his waist.
"Little mouse, has no one ever told you how infuriating your way of speaking is?"
"Ah, back to 'little mouse' again. I'd prefer if Snakey called me 'Daddy' like earlier."
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