More than half the night sky was lit up by fireworks. The first to notice Ji Chong was actually the White Tiger. It tilted its big head and quietly looked over. With a prompt from the spirit form, Ji Tianjin finally chose to open his eyes and look at the world, gently lifting his eyelids to see a tall figure under the tree ahead.
After a moment of silence, Ji Tianjin pointed his finger toward a secluded path.
“Let’s go.”
“…”
Ji Chong thought that today he should thank Su Cha for being here, otherwise he would have given this unfilial son a lesson on the spot. Come to think of it, without Su Cha, this scene wouldn’t even exist.
Su Cha also vaguely sensed something was off and was about to turn to look. Worried he might feel uncomfortable, Ji Tianjin’s arm tightened slightly, not letting him turn back.
Unexpectedly, Su Cha suddenly asked, “Has Uncle arrived?”
Ji Tianjin was stunned, then after a few seconds quietly said, “Mmm.”
“I thought so,” Su Cha smiled, “Where in the world are there parents who don’t worry about their children? He must have dropped everything to come find you.”
Ji Chong found those words particularly pleasing to hear. In contrast, his own son’s words always managed to irritate him.
Su Cha calmly straightened up, then turned around and nodded slightly in greeting: “Thanks to the vines you sent last time; they helped me a lot.”
After a deep awakening and combined with the Fog Star people’s spatial talent, the vines were very effective during sneak attacks.
Ji Chong said, “As long as it helps. You were shocked by the Shiyuan tribe’s matter. When you return, settle the score with them.”
Ji Tianjin then walked over: “Dad…”
“Get lost.”
“…”
The fireworks finished their last bloom under the night sky, but the clan punishment on another mountain peak was not over yet.
Ji Chong had just taken two steps toward that place when Su Cha called out to him: “Bloody scenes are not worth watching. Such a beautiful moonlight night — why not go somewhere else for a walk?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ji Tianjin pointed toward Mount Ling.
As Ji Chong stepped with them, he felt something was off.
When they reached the outskirts of Mount Ling, suddenly a rising mist covered the hazy moonlight. Like a bad omen, the beautiful moonlight vanished.
A crow suddenly appeared and perched on Ji Chong’s shoulder, its sharp beak opening and closing, making noises like a duck.
Su Cha still remembered it — it was Ji Chong’s spirit form. When he once visited Ji’s residence, this crow had screamed heart-wrenchingly, which now in retrospect was likely related to guardianship matters.
Almost, he and Ji Tianjin would have been registered on the same household roster, becoming brothers bonded by fear.
The moment the crow appeared, Ji Chong’s steps halted.
Ji Tianjin remained calm: “His Majesty has been here too.”
Ji Chong said, “You two go ahead. I’ll wait here.”
“There’s a formation inside. We’ll need to rely on the spatial folding device to go alone.”
Ji Chong glanced at him but finally resumed walking.
As they entered the valley, he quickly made a judgment — besides a strange force underground, the surroundings only had some weak lifeforms.
Although the crow cawed louder, he truly did not find any danger.
Climbing over mountains and ridges, they almost walked to the position of the fiftieth peak when Ji Tianjin spoke again: “His Majesty once said, there will be people later to help complete this work.”
That was not a lie — Sanses had indeed expressed a similar meaning before leaving.
“Work?”
Ji Chong frowned and asked, “Killing and arson?”
“Naming.”
Under Ji Chong’s suspicious gaze, Ji Tianjin earnestly emphasized, “Nothing else, just naming.”
Ji Chong instinctively felt something was wrong: “Be clear.”
Ji Tianjin walked forward and clapped his hands, seemingly talking to someone: “Come on, say hi.”
Before Ji Chong could react, greetings echoed from nearby mountain peaks, thousands of voices: “Hi.”
“…”
Ji Chong’s scalp tingled; he was about to leave without hesitation.
But with every step he took, a small flower waved its leaves at him, saying hi.
Ji Tianjin spoke again, expressionless, praising: “Naming scared off the teacher and His Majesty, but it definitely won’t be hard for you.”
The cold night wind calmed the mind. Ji Chong closed his eyes and sighed: “I’ll do the work. Then what will you do?”
Su Cha and Ji Tianjin simultaneously clenched their fists: “Cheer.”
They were encouraging him.
His Majesty’s visit didn’t delay much time overall, and the Fog Star king especially didn’t choose to stay and interact much with Su Cha — now it all made sense.
Unfortunately, Ji Chong solved the case too late.
Everyone had their own characteristics. Ji Chong never did things half-heartedly. Even the names had generational order; the first batch were all with the character ‘Gao’.
“Su Gaowen, Su Gaomian…”
The plants and flowers receiving their names cooperated fully, shaking their leaves to applaud him.
…
On the same night, Li Huai was living leisurely.
The ears filled with painful wails, hearing it often only made him feel drowsy. Until the sudden fireworks startled Li Huai awake again.
Su Cha sometimes acted rebelliously, but the fireworks were definitely set off by Ji Tianjin, who had done so once before in the affiliated school.
Speak of the devil — in the distance, Ji Tianjin and Su Cha were walking toward him, chatting about the fireworks.
“I thought you were scared.” Ji Tianjin said, “When the fireworks rose, you seemed to be distracted for a moment.”
“Because it reminded me of someone.”
Ji Tianjin asked instinctively, “Shen Ningze?”
Su Cha was no stranger to ‘missing’ him.
“No, the Chief of Justice.”
“…”
“Speaking of fireworks experts, it has to be him.” Su Cha pressed his brow, “One flower, two sends.”
He was willing to call it a childhood trauma.
As they neared the execution platform, Su Cha’s smile vanished. He raised a hand to pause the clan punishment.
The world seemed to quiet down. Clear footsteps echoed loudly. Xia Yu pulled a hollow smile: “Do you know what’s the saddest thing? No matter how much pain and misery I have now, you’ve experienced the same degree of suffering and can never erase it.”
Blood mixed with cold sweat, spreading along with a smile at the corner of her mouth: “Thinking about this, I feel… happy.”
Su Cha patiently listened to her speech, then suddenly laughed: “I told you reverse psychology doesn’t work on me.”
Seeing no trace of killing intent in her eyes, despair rose in Xia Yu’s heart. She had never longed for death so much.
“But I can give you a choice: between you and Su Yeling, only one can die immediately.”
To Xia Yu, this delicate face was now no different from a devil. The other destroyed her family and reputation, and now wanted to completely shatter her love.
Su Cha: “Ten-second quick answer. Whoever speaks first is freed. Ten…”
“Choose me.” “Choose me.”
“Choose me.”
With less than one second in the countdown, three voices simultaneously sounded.
Originally half-conscious Xia Hunxiong even opened his eyes to join the scramble.
Watching this plastic romance and plastic father-daughter drama, Su Cha was speechless. He raised an eyebrow and shifted tone: “How about I send you all back to the Xia family?”
Xia Hunxiong barely forced out three words: “Kill me.”
Always arrogant, he couldn’t accept being sent back like a waste. The big family still held clan laws; his branch was surely doomed, and the branch split would only trample him deeper into the mud to die even worse.
Unable to bear Su Cha’s high-and-mighty, clown-watching gaze, Xia Yu glared fiercely at him: “If it were you, facing two irreconcilable clans…”
“He can get recognized anywhere.”
Interrupted by Ji Tianjin, who was being translated by Lotus Magnolia in place of a mechanical glove.
“If a place rejects him, it only proves that place has the problem itself.”
Ji Tianjin spoke from what he thought was an objective viewpoint. Even in the interest-driven Galan Empire, Su Cha still had the ability to make the big shots look at him differently.
If one’s eyes weren’t blind, one should see his merits.
His words were sincere, but even Lotus Magnolia began to curl its leaves embarrassedly. Su Cha forced a dry laugh.
He himself didn’t understand how the other managed a 360-degree no-dead-angle awkward compliment.
Xia Yu said nothing at this time.
Ji Tianjin spoke while tilting his head, looking at Su Cha like a little angel.
“…”
This was the greatest humiliation Xia Yu had experienced before death.
Not wanting to waste more time on them, Su Cha entrusted Li Huai to send these people back to Tang City. If the Xia family didn’t execute them, he would personally handle it.
“Su Cha, you will not die a good death.”
Father and daughter, Xia Hunxiong simply could not accept this situation. They could already imagine the scene to come — even the smallest ant would stand up to condemn them for dragging the family down.
Li Huai casually tossed the mud-like man into the flying vehicle, then glanced around: “There should be more people coming after Xie Rongjue left.”
Why hadn’t anyone appeared for so long?
Su Cha: “Uncle Ji has arrived, he’s currently…”
Ji Tianjin: “Keeping company with nature.”
Su Cha nodded in agreement: “Yes.”
Li Huai looked at them suspiciously, then prepared to wait until they returned to confirm what had happened and flew the vehicle away.
After the clan punishment ceased, the world became much quieter. The Elder stood aside, quietly calculating something. After a moment, he stepped forward: “Now that many outside are eyeing the Flower Demon Clan greedily, we need a new clan leader to be the backbone.”
Su Cha smiled and asked, “And then I fend off the enemies for you while you enjoy the power inside the clan?”
A flicker of guilt flashed in the Elder’s eyes. Su Cha’s backing wouldn’t stay here forever. If he was willing to stay and handle the crisis, that was best — but he was unwilling to become the most powerful voice in the Flower Demon Clan in the future.
“You misunderstand. I only want the continuation of the clan,” the Elder said.
Su Cha did not expose him then and walked past him.
The Elder still did not know the Gu Master was now imprisoned on the external battleship, nor that the other side planned to use him as a tool to clear the path for the little Flower Demons.
Outside the Dahe Province.
In the night, once the driver confirmed the arrivals were friendly, they dropped their guard and opened the cabin door.
The Gu Master was locked in the resting chamber. Hearing footsteps, their body reflexively shrank. Though wrapped tightly and expression unreadable, Su Cha could still sense the deep fear in their bones.
He became curious how Xie Rongjue had done it.
Ji Tianjin: “Don’t underestimate the Investigation Department.”
In the empire, this department strikes terror in the populace — not by virtue or kindness, but because no one dares to defy them. Even the most fearless become obedient in their hands.
“Rumor has it that Xie Rongjue possesses a method of spirit control that stimulates the brain’s nerves with spirit power, achieving an effect similar to hypnosis.”
The guard watching the Gu Master stand up, interrupted Ji Tianjin: “The Chief ordered me to follow all the way through.”
To prevent the Gu Master from acting out.
Su Cha stepped forward two paces: “You should already know what to do next.”
“To successfully implant the Gu, it must be done when his consciousness is at its weakest,” the Gu Master’s voice sounded like a broken erhu, “and mentally, there cannot be too much resistance.”
These two conditions sounded like fantasy, but Su Cha’s expression didn’t change much. If it really was that easy to control a person, the world would already belong to the Gu Masters.
Ji Tianjin pondered: “The first part, teacher can do.”
Cyril’s soul was quite powerful; forcing someone’s will to the edge of collapse was not difficult. As for the latter, Su Cha could handle it himself — by using the spirit form’s soothing ability to calm the target.
Su Cha nodded. The only trouble was Cyril could no longer intervene in this world.
Their eyes met, and Su Cha read Ji Tianjin’s look: “You don’t mean…”
“Have Father capture him and send him out.”
“…”
Ji Tianjin never hesitated in his actions. While speaking, he lowered his head and sent a message to Ji Chong.
Su Cha leaned on the cabin wall, muttering to himself: “Looks like even mid- and low-level planets aren’t safe.”
Ji Tianjin put away the communicator: “Normally, no one would invest so much money and resources in this kind of thing.”
The distance was too far, and backward planets had no scarce resources. The cost and benefit were completely disproportionate.
…
Ji Chong, halfway through naming a valley, cursed his unfilial son when he saw the message, but still went to capture the person.
The Elder was secretly contacting trusted men, discussing how to grasp power in the future.
“Su Cha can’t completely disregard the survival of the Flower Demon Clan, otherwise he would have started slaughtering innocents by now. As long as he keeps the bigger picture in mind, we can…”
Before he finished, an uninvited guest burst in.
No need to confirm identity — Ji Chong’s spirit power swept through and identified who was strongest.
Besides suppressing the formation in the valley, he had not yet acted since entering this world. His unleashed power not only hit the Elder but also nearby people by mistake.
Though he could have won outright, Ji Chong suddenly reined in his power and engaged in close combat for some unknown reason.
Fist hitting flesh, the Elder was beaten black and blue.
“Who… are you, why…”
His unclear question was interrupted by another punch.
The Elder’s head buzzed. Summoning his strength, he finally asked: “Why are you hitting me?”
The answer was more fists.
People around hesitated a few times whether to intervene, their minds conflicted but their feet honestly stepped back. After ten minutes of merciless beating, Ji Chong grabbed the Elder by the collar and dragged him out like a sack of rags. On the battleship, he gave a light toss: “Take him.”
Looking at the battered the Elder, Su Cha gasped.
“Excuse me, did he resist?”
Those with sense know when to yield. How could the Elder not get it? If he couldn’t win, why not beg?
Ji Chong showed little expression: “Accidentally treated him like a son and beat him.”
“…” Kind-hearted Su Cha gently helped the Elder up and quietly comforted, “Don’t doubt yourself — just now he truly saw you as his child. From that perspective, you’re not really the loser.”
The Elder turned his head, itching to spit blood at him.
Ji Tianjin said coldly: “If you move again, I guarantee you won’t be hit by fists but by bullets.”
Su Cha waved his hand, signaling not to fuss over it.
Ji Tianjin sighed: “Your kindness…”
“Must have an edge.” Su Cha handed the Elder a tissue to wipe his blood, then looked at Ji Tianjin: “Next time for sure.”
The one who finally said something sensible was Ji Chong: “Say less, don’t get yourself worked up.”
The battleship took off, and the Elder was taken to outer space.
When he saw how many ships were gathered here, the Elder almost fainted.
So many lined up — wasn’t this going too far?
Cyril was on the most luxurious ship, guarding the perimeter, waiting for Su Cha. Seeing him, the frost in his eyes thawed slightly.
“Resolved?”
“Almost,” Su Cha said meaningfully.
They spoke in the interstellar common tongue; the Elder had no idea what they were talking about. Suddenly, he felt his soul being drained. His limbs turned cold, struggling like a drowning man.
Gradually, his pupils started to dilate.
Su Cha still needed him alive, so Cyril would not let him die. After a while, the Elder lost strength and gave up resisting. He nodded slightly at Su Cha.
Lotus and magnolia flowers scattered into thousands of small white blossoms, surrounding the Elder like a floral wreath, forcibly calming his mind.
Su Cha glanced at the Gu Master: “You may begin.”
The Gu Master shakily produced a small clay jar. Under Cyril’s watchful eyes and great deterrence, she dared not make a move.
After waiting quite some time with no end, Su Cha couldn’t help but ask: “How long will it take?”
The Gu Master estimated: “At the fastest, three hours.”
Su Cha decided to return first, say goodbye to the plants, and visit them again when he had time.
Ji Tianjin was about to follow but was called aside by Ji Chong.
They went to an empty data room. Ji Chong threw him something — a new mechanical glove. Ji Tianjin scanned it.
Ji Chong said, “There are still things to handle when you return. Afterwards, you two can go out for a walk.”
Apparently, he had taken to heart Ji Tianjin’s wish to take Su Cha traveling: “Roaming the universe is the highest romance for interstellar people.”
After all that happened, these two kids should relax.
Ji Tianjin thought for a moment: “We could even form a travel group, and go with the teachers.”
There were many people who came to help this time; he wanted Su Cha to truly enjoy a memorable trip surrounded by care.
Ji Chong didn’t object: “As you wish.”
Ji Tianjin thought: “Don’t mention this to Su Cha for now — give him a surprise later.”
…
Meanwhile, Su Cha was returning to the Flower Demon Clan aboard a battleship. From afar, he saw a pink planet: “So beautiful.”
The pilot smiled: “There are all kinds of planets in the universe, and special interstellar travelers.”
The interstellar age had extreme sports too, but not mountain climbing — rather, traveling to various planets through unstable wormholes.
The pilot glanced at him: “You’re still young. You can explore when you’re older.”
Su Cha gave a wry laugh: “Forget it.”
During the years he carried out missions, he had enemies on nearly every planet. The system once let it slip that someone had his portrait hung in a shrine — not for worship, but to remind descendants to kill him if seen.
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