I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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"If that's the guarantee, I can agree."

Finally, he stepped aside. Since the old man had promised not to tamper with anything and that he would be paid afterwards, it wouldn't hurt to let them check him over.

So, the two disciples, the twenty-seventh generation, walked together toward Yue Zhengling.

Chapter Forty-Four: The Stirrings of Life

The closer they got to Yue Zhengling, the more they could sense the danger posed by that necklace.

The earth cracked, the soil turned to sand, and no magic could be felt in the air; the surrounding space had become a magic vacuum.

The head of Araya Sōren, which had been thrown over by Fuabro earlier, had completely turned to ashes, thus completing its mission—to be used as a sacrifice to Ryōjō Rin.

Now, Le Zhengling lay quietly on the sand, his face not at all peaceful, at least the dark red tear stain was clearly left on his face.

The two stood beside him, neither of them speaking, observing him quietly.

“Judging by appearance... you really can’t tell he’s a man at all.” After a long silence, Tsbia broke the silence and said.

“Indeed, I misjudged him when I first met him.” Fuabro looked at Le Zhengling’s soft facial features and found it quite amazing.

The owner of the button didn't participate in the discussion, but instead urged directly, "Tsbia, check if it's dead or alive and its gender."

“…Alright, I understand.” Tsbia frowned awkwardly, squatted down, and said to Yue Zhengling’s corpse, “I’m sorry for the offense, Yue Zheng family…”

After saying that, he ran his index finger across Yue Zhengling's body. Yue Zhengling's shirt was cut open as if by an invisible blade, revealing the fatal, huge wound. At the same time, several nano-scale fine lines pierced into his body.

"That really was a vicious blow. The sternum is completely broken, the heart is shattered, and the lungs are pierced... Wait! This is..." Before he could even finish half of the examination, Tsbia suddenly stepped back.

Then a fierce thought surged out along those nanowires, like a wild beast that had been awakened and was going berserk.

"Faubro! What do you want to do?!" Tsbia shouted at Faubro after he stopped.

Fuabro looked at Tsbia with a puzzled expression, but when he sensed what was happening inside Yue Zhengling's body, he also took two steps back and said, "This has nothing to do with me."

"How could it be unrelated to you! The soil inside his body is clearly your Creation Soil! Stop it immediately! Do you want to destroy the evidence?!" Tsbia's expression was full of anger. His nanowires could read any information. The mental shock just now came too suddenly. Now he had a splitting headache, and even his calculation speed had dropped by eighty percent.

“No, it might really have nothing to do with him.” The old man looked at the scene through the button, his tone very strange. “Fuaburo, you can’t control those primordial soils now, can you?”

"Yes."

Fuaburo confirmed this situation when the Creation Soil in Yue Zhengling's body rioted. He had previously tried to retrieve the Creation Soil from Yue Zhengling's body, but there was no response. It was as if the other side had cut off all connections. Now it seems that the owner of that Creation Soil is no longer him.

"Old man, what's going on?" Tsbia held the button in one hand and covered his head with the other.

"I think those primordial soils have been assimilated." The old man's voice turned solemn. "Mystery has succumbed to a higher mystery, and the blood within Yue Zhengling has subdued the primordial soils. If that's the case, be careful, a change is coming!"

Sure enough, as soon as the old man finished speaking, a strong and powerful heartbeat came from Le Zhengling's chest. That sound was not something a human heart could produce; it was the heartbeat of a colossal biological heart. A faint pressure arose with each heartbeat.

"How is this possible? Wasn't his heart defective?" Tsbia looked at Le Zhengling's body in disbelief. "Even a perfect heartbeat from a tuner couldn't be adjusted to this rhythm. Could it be that the Soil of Creation repaired that heart?"

"No, even my Creation Soil could not produce such an effect. I have examined the boy's heart; it is a very strange heart, and an extremely fragile one at that. Even if it were strengthened, it could not possibly produce such a sound."

Fuabro Lowein took a deep breath. "This heartbeat is stronger than any of the fantasy species I've ever encountered, and this pressure is almost as strong as that of a dragon."

As his heart resumed beating, Yue Zhengling's injuries were healing rapidly, and his pale complexion regained its rosy hue.

"In the end, did you still become a non-human being? Then what will you choose?" Fuaburo looked at Yue Zhengling with complicated eyes. "Never mind, if it's not you who wakes up, I will let you return to silence."

After hearing his mutterings, Tsbia, enduring a headache, said, "Since he's alive, why dwell on this? Leave everything to me. If he really is a man, there will be more options for development, so I will absolutely not let you kill him."

Fuablow did not reply, clearly unmoved by his words.

The heartbeat gradually quickened, and the oppressive aura intensified, causing the two Death Apostles present to frown.

"It feels like it's not a fantasy species, but something much more advanced..." As someone who has devoured countless creatures, Fuaburo is the most qualified to speak on this matter. He has faced unicorns, hellhounds, and pegasi, and has also been embroiled in fierce battles with fantasy species, so he is very clear about this level of distinction.

A supernatural being, a magical beast, a non-human life form with anomalies such as superpowers, and most of his body is at this stage.

Fantasy species, mythical beasts, possessing at least legendary level, from urban legends to epic tales, mysterious and unusual life forms, he only has seven of them.

A divine species, a divine beast, possessing at least the mythical level, that is, a mysterious and extraordinary life form in the myths and legends of gods, and its complete 666 Creation Soils or the changes of all chaotic factors are at this stage.

"Old man, I may have heard of such a thing. Do other parallel worlds have this incredible thing in their bodies?" Feeling the pressure gradually increasing and now on par with the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, Tsbia was sweating profusely.

He was still reeling from the shock he had just experienced, and his calculation ability was only one-third of what it usually was. Coupled with the uncertain allegiance of Fuabro Loween, he would be completely unable to handle any unexpected events that might occur.

“The thing inside Le Zhengling’s body in other worlds is similar, but it seems that Le Zhengtu has done a lot behind my back.” The old man sighed, and the sound of turning pages came from the buttons.

"So, old friend, what exactly do you want to do? And why did you hide [his] existence?" the old man asked in a low voice in the space where he was alone. The book that should have recorded everything, the record of this world, was now completely blank.

Chapter Forty-Five: The Soul

Rewind to half an hour earlier, after Le Zhengling's death and Fuabro Loween's departure, a strange phenomenon occurred in this space that no one could see.

In this world, souls exist, so after Yue Zhengling died, his soul left his body and floated in mid-air.

No one could see him. At first, he was also confused and seemed unable to handle the current situation. But slowly, his eyesight returned because he discovered that the ability to "think" still existed in the soul form.

Don't stop thinking; thinking itself has its own significance.

In his soul form, he recalled a phrase he had heard in his past life, and it was this recall that stabilized his fading consciousness.

Although I can't see my own appearance, I feel that my soul is older than my physical age, which can be seen from the length of my hands and feet.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, completely lifeless, he said, "It really is a pitiful sight."

Yue Zhengling knew exactly how many injuries she had suffered, which is why her first words were filled with such lament.

However, even though he opened his mouth, he couldn't hear his own voice. No, not just his own voice, but all the voices were inaudible.

Neither the sound of the wind nor the footsteps of the panda could be heard.

To confirm his current condition, Yue Zhengling tried many actions and finally discovered that in his soul state, he could not hear sounds, touch objects, see only black and white, and could not communicate with other beings. He also did not have the so-called telekinesis seen in TV dramas.

Is this death? Then where will I go after I die?

Le Zhengling looked around blankly. Fuaburo had already left, leaving only five pandas by his side. Watching their serious and amusing expressions as they guarded their surroundings, he couldn't help but smile, even though he was in a bad mood because of his own death.

He did not underestimate these five pandas; after all, a careful observation of their appearance would reveal that these five creatures were no ordinary beings.

The pandas guarding the four cardinal directions were nothing special, except that they were larger and stronger than the pandas he had seen before.

But the one guarding him was completely different. If he wasn't mistaken, it was an primordial panda, because it was half the size of the other four, but its imposing presence was several times greater.

"If we're talking about time, the panda is a very ancient species. Where did Uncle Nero find this thing?"

He floated up to the panda and began to observe it closely. As a history major, he was very interested in all things ancient.

After circling the panda a few times, Le Zhengling lost interest. Then, he found himself floating into the sky. Looking up, he saw a hole in the air. Because his soul had no senses, he didn't notice it immediately.

This hole is only for his soul, because the pandas guarding her are completely unaware.

Watching himself drift towards the hole, Yue Zhengling did not struggle, because he did not know what use he was in staying there. The hole gave him the feeling that it was specifically designed to deal with his situation, so he followed his intuition and gave up struggling, letting his soul drift towards the hole.

He had a premonition that once he entered that cave, many of his questions would be answered.

However, just as he floated about five meters away from his body, he felt a "pulling" sensation coming from his waist.

Startled, he quickly looked down and saw that his waist was bound by a red thread. Following the thread, he saw that the other end was at his waist.

Although his body was covered by the soil of creation, he knew what was at the other end of the red thread—it was the Chinese knot he wore at his waist.

"I didn't expect that it wasn't a simple thing..." Yue Zhengling thought to himself in his soul state, and then reached out to try to touch the red thread. As a result, unexpectedly yet logically, he touched it. He pulled hard, but the thin thread did not break, and he did not move closer to his body at all.

Now his soul is like a kite, suspended in mid-air by a string connected to his body.

"Even in death, I can't find peace..." As a soul, he clearly felt the effect of that red thread, which was to prevent his soul from leaving his body.

"I'm already dead. This bland, uneventful life is over. Why won't you let me go?" He said to the red thread, though he couldn't make a sound.

Perhaps upon hearing Yue Zhengling's words, or perhaps understanding what he meant, the red thread emitted a faint glow, and then Yue Zhengling felt warmth.

That was a temperature he had forgotten, a feeling from a long, long, long time ago, sealed away in his earliest memories.

"Mother's warmth...?" Yue Zhengling finally realized the true nature of this warmth, but he could only shake his head and smile bitterly as he reached out to untie the red thread.

"But I'm sorry, I'm not your child. I'm just a passerby from another world who happened to occupy your child's body..."

As the saying goes, one knows one's own affairs. Yue Zhengling was very clear about his origins. There was no problem with his relationship with his grandfather in terms of kinship, after all, they had depended on each other for thirteen years. However, he had no sense of identification with his parents, whom he had never met.

This doesn't mean he's cold-blooded. It's hard to imagine anyone feeling close to someone they've never met or spoken a word to. As the saying goes, even a biological mother can't compare to a foster mother.

There are degrees of closeness between people. In many people's hearts, a relative you've only met a few times may not be as important as a friend you grew up with, even if that relative is related to you by blood.

He doesn't deny that maternal love is great, but this maternal love is too unfamiliar to him and doesn't belong to him.

"no."

Suddenly, Yue heard a pleasant female voice.

The light from the red thread slowly coalesced into a human figure. Then, a layer of mist emanated from Yue Zhengling's chest, making the human figure more concrete.

Finally, a woman whom Yue Zhengling had only seen in photographs appeared before him.

A blue-patterned white cheongsam complemented her simple makeup perfectly. Her face was not heavily made up, yet it was as striking as the most beautiful peony in a painting.

With bright eyes and white teeth, delicate eyebrows and a fine nose, her skin was so white it looked like it could be squeezed to release water. Her long, black hair was tied up at the back of her head with an elegant red jade dragon and phoenix hairpin, and a familiar Chinese knot hung on her hair.

This person smiled quietly at Yue Zhengling. That smile was full of tolerance and joy, but at the same time it was also full of regret and sadness.

"Long time no see, and nice to meet you, my child..."

Chapter Forty-Six: The Truth Shrouded in Fog

Yue Zhengling guessed that his expression must be very uneasy. Although he guessed that this person was his mother in this life, he did not expect that the other party would be so direct and call him her child.

He was completely unprepared, so he could only remain silent.

The other person could obviously hear him, but seeing that Yue Zhengling remained silent, a hint of disappointment flashed across her face.

Looking at her expression, Yue Zhengling realized that she was also feeling a little lonely.

Could this be what they call the mother-child connection? As Yue Zhengling thought this, the woman opposite him had already put away her disappointed expression, and with a smile on her face, floated in front of him again.

“Thirteen years have passed since you left me. Time flies. You’ve grown up so much.”

The woman reached out to touch Yue Zhengling's face, but he avoided her.

The woman's expression froze, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

Le Zhengling felt that he was being a bit cold-hearted, but he could only avoid looking at the woman's expression.

The two remained silent. Finally, the woman sighed, "Indeed, I was a bit greedy..."

After sighing, the woman turned around and glanced at Yue Zhengling's corpse, then touched the Chinese knot on her head.

"Originally, I would never have appeared in front of you in this lifetime, but I never expected that you would find this 'destiny'. I have to say, it is a miracle."

When Yue Zhengling first heard the name of this Chinese knot, "Yuanjie" (缘结) and "Jieyuan" (结缘) seemed to have a profound meaning.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ji Qiaoqiao, and I am your mother." The woman looked at Le Zhengling with very gentle eyes, an expression that made him feel very awkward.

Imagine a woman you've never met suddenly appearing before you and saying, "I'm your mother." It's normal to be caught off guard by such a sudden situation, but now, Yue Zhengling wants to say, "I'm dead now, what's the point of you saying all this?"

"What? You don't believe it?"

Seeing that Yue Zhengling still didn't speak, Ji Qiaoqiao changed her maternal smile to a very magnanimous expression, and waved her right hand, pointing at Yue Zhengling's body.

"Look at your appearance and my appearance, it's obvious at a glance that we are related by blood, what else do you want to say?"

In fact, when Ji Qiaoqiao first appeared, Yue Zhengling was quite certain that she was related to him by blood. After all, the two had a 70% resemblance in their faces, and this strong comparison of genetic information was undeniable.

That's why Yue Zhengling didn't know what to say, but remaining silent wasn't a good option either, since Fa had already appeared, and he had to do something about it.

“Madam, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not your son,” Yue Zhengling said in a distant tone.

“I know you’re not my son…” Ji Qiaoqiao smiled mischievously, her eyes filled with admiration and approval as she looked at Le Zhengling.

"Well..." Hearing this answer, he felt a sense of relief and was about to explain, but the other person's next words made him shut up.

“I only said you are my child, not my son,” Ji Qiaoqiao floated to Le Zhengling’s body. “After all, I was supposed to give birth to a daughter, not a son.”

These words put a lot of pressure on Yue Zhengling. "Since you know this fact, Madam, why do you still call me your child?"

“Because you are the one I gave birth to.” Hearing Yue Zhengling’s question, Ji Qiaoqiao traced the corpse’s face with her index finger and answered without turning her head.

He didn't know how to refute her words. Logically, they were flawless, but rationally, he couldn't agree with them.

“You say I am your child, but I don’t think so. I suppose you know that my soul is not the soul that should belong to this body. So fundamentally, I am not your child.”

"I am sorry for taking over your child's body, but it is an irresistible force. I have been using this body since birth, but my mind is not the original soul, so... I can only say sorry to you."