Translator: _Min_
A hush fell over the room.
Jiang Changfeng stared at Si Fuqing’s extended hand, his usually quick mind struggling to process the situation.
The two youths were stupefied, frozen like statues.
Finally, Jiang Changfeng broke the silence with a wavering voice, “Hello.”
One of the youths stuttered, “But… isn’t NINE, the godly NINE, supposed to be an older man? The forums always say he’s at least thirty! ‘Oracle’ has been online for nine years!”
“And your point?” Si Fuqing crossed her arms, “Am I not allowed to have started playing games at nine?”
“Of course you are!” the youth danced around excitedly, “Wow! NINE, the god, is actually a beautiful lady! I admire you even more now!” Jiang Changfeng was speechless.
Such nonsense, believed only by these naiVe boys.
The true age of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand remained a mystery.
“Brother Jiang, no need for a contest now,” another youth scratched his head,
“Although you’re impressive and quick, you’re no match for NINE.” Jiang Changfeng coldly ordered, “Both of you, get lost.”
The youths scampered off, their conversation trailing behind them.
“I’m going to post this on the forums!”
“I love pretty girls the most!”
Si Fuqing turned her attention back to Jiang, “What do you want to ask?” Jiang Changfeng took a deep breath, “How come you’re playing ‘Oracle’?” He played ‘Oracle’ for leisure.
Although ‘Eternity’ offered him more assistance, the mental link in the gaming pod could be exhausting if used too much.
‘Oracle’ and ‘Eternity’ had several similarities.
Both had divided Eastern and Western factions, and even some locations were strikingly alike.
Jiang Changfeng guessed that the chief game designer of ‘Oracle’ was at least a high-level player in ‘Eternity.’
“Just bored,” replied Si Fuqing, “You’re wondering if the chief designer of ‘Oracle’ also plays ‘Eternity’? I can assure you they do.”
Jiang Changfeng rubbed his forehead, feeling overwhelmed for the first time,
“What kind of freak are you…”
“Oh, right, I have something to tell you. My friend asked me to kill you,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “He said you deliberately went AFK in a dungeon and got him killed by the boss.”
Jiang Changfeng’s face was expressionless, “An accident.”
He would never admit that he had been sabotaged by laxatives from Jiang Changning.
“Okay, I’m leaving,” Si Fuqing shrugged, “I’m not online often, but you should help my friend out when you’re free.”
Jiang Changfeng suddenly sensed something amiss, “Your friend is?”
Anyone referred to as a “friend” by the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand couldn’t be simple.
“Guess,” Si Fuqing turned, her tone lazy, “Bye.”
Jiang Changfeng frowned, recalling the username of that novice player.
The name JI wasn’t common.
His expression shifted abruptly.
The JI family!
The Master of Yin – Yang!
Jiang Changfeng exhaled slowly.
This was getting serious.
He went to his computer and logged into ‘Oracle.’ In his friends list, the ID ‘JI’ was online.
[Lightning]: Dungeon?
[JI]: GET LOST! I know you just want me to get wrecked by the dungeon boss again. I won’t fall for it.
[Lightning]: NINE asked me to come. [JI]: If it’s for the big brother, let’s go.
Jiang Changfeng: ‘ .
He was very curious to know what else Si Fuqing had done with the JI family.
After two more days of filming, Si Fuqing enjoyed her second day off.
She brought some beef jerky given by the villagers to the hotel in town, Imocking on Yu Xiheng’s door before entering.
Feng San had just arrived upstairs.
Seeing this, he suddenly remembered something and rushed over, “Miss Si, Brother Nine he—”
But it was too late; the door had already been opened.
Before her eyes stood a man with a tall, athletic build, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, exuding an unexpectedly youthful vigor.
Each muscle was perfectly defined, strong yet supple.
He turned his head at the sound of the door opening.
Water droplets slid down his jawline, lingering on his collarbone before disappearing into the contours of his abs.
His physique was impressively tense.
Yet his expression remained utterly calm.
Si Fuqing paused, taken aback by the unexpected sight.
Feng San also froze, despair washing over him.
How could he have forgotten to warn Miss Si that Brother Nine was in the shower?!
The next moment, she covered her eyes, asking loudly, “Is this something I can see for free?”
Yu Xiheng smoothly put on a shirt, meticulously buttoning up every button, his voice emotionless, “You can’t see it even if you pay. Alright, you can open your eyes now..”