"You answered calmly... just an experiment, requiring one strand of your hair."
"Hearing this, the Secret Cultivator’s tense body relaxed slightly. She was about to lean forward, but suddenly thought of another question."
"She asked again... ’Then why don’t you pull out your own hair?’"
"My hair’s too short, hard to pull out. Hurry up, don’t waste time."
"Your tone was filled with impatience."
"Ultimately, the Secret Cultivator leaned her head forward and consoled herself inwardly... it’s just a strand of hair, this is all for crossing the ’River of Two Judgments,’ finding the ’God of Justice,’ nothing too serious."
"You swiftly yanked a long strand of hair from the Secret Cultivator’s head."
"Requesting a strand of hair? Could it be that he wants to test whether the hair’s weight can float on the water, thereby deducing the source of danger in the ’River of Two Judgments’?"
Yang Qizhou thought of the saying, "Even goose feathers sink in Weak Water," and immediately deduced the game character’s intentions.
"This is indeed a clever method, ’Lamp Holder,’ I must say your game character is quite astute."
"The Secret Cultivator’s voice rang out at this moment. Clearly, she had also guessed Yang Qizhou’s game character’s plan, but then her tone shifted, and she asked softly, ’I just don’t understand. Why can’t something else be used instead? Leaves, bird feathers, even a small strip of cloth—why must it be my game character’s hair?’"
"What a difficult woman."
"If it were an ordinary man, surely he wouldn’t hold up under her questioning. But unfortunately, she ran into me."
"’Secret Cultivator,’ Miss, before answering that question, shouldn’t you first ask your own game character why she didn’t pull out a strand of her own hair to offer to my game character? Instead, she leaned her head forward, letting my game character pluck a strand off the ends—didn’t think of that? Intentional? Or perhaps both...’ Yang Qizhou had a faint smile on his face."
"The Secret Cultivator was momentarily speechless..."
"Didn’t think of that? Doesn’t that imply her own game character isn’t very smart."
"Intentional? If so, how would that be different from flirting."
"At that moment, the Secret Cultivator was utterly bewildered, unable to distinguish whether her game character had truly forgotten, or if it was intentional."
"’Let’s just continue playing,’ Yang Qizhou comforted softly. ’We can’t control the text refresh anyway, stop overthinking.’ His expression, though, seemed akin to holding back laughter."
"The Secret Cultivator nodded."
"The game continued."
"You arrived at the ’River of Two Judgments’ and placed the strand of the Secret Cultivator’s hair into the water."
"A surprising scene unfolded—the weightless strand of hair did not float on the water’s surface but sank directly, as if the river rejected carrying any form of weight."
"You picked up a stone and threw it toward the other shore, but as it crossed only a quarter of the river’s width, it lost momentum and plunged into the water."
"So it really is Weak Water, huh?"
"Unconvinced, you decided to leap into the river, attempting to swim across."
"Soon, there was no trace of you on the river’s surface, only a trail of bubbles—you drowned."
"You activated the ’Destiny Fire Bottle,’ using the power of Destiny’s Blessing to rewrite the outcome of death, and opened your eyes again on the riverbank."
"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ crossing the ’River of Two Judgments’ must require specific conditions. Since the Extreme East Land is the domain of the ’God of Justice,’ this probably has some connection to that deity...’ The Secret Cultivator’s voice carried a somber tone, indicating a certain level of understanding regarding the method to cross."
"You thought her reasoning made sense and couldn’t help but ask... ’Do you know the conditions for crossing the river, then?’"
"The Secret Cultivator shook her head, indicating she hadn’t figured it out yet."
"You exchanged silent glances."
"Although silent, neither of you were idle. Especially the Secret Cultivator—she kept feeling like you were doing all the heavy lifting while she appeared as little more than dead weight. Eager to contribute, she tried crossing the river multiple times, including creating a bridge with strange forces and freezing the river surface to solidify it, but without exception, all her attempts failed."
"The Secret Cultivator was deeply disheartened."
"You offered some words of comfort."
"At that moment, a wave of mysterious, intense energy suddenly emerged from afar, catching your attention."
"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune...’"
"The Secret Cultivator called out to you. At lightning speed, she retrieved a black stone and let its dark mist envelop her, reducing her presence to the minimum—a survival instinct honed through countless deaths in the ’Land of Prayer Light.’
"You simultaneously activated the effects of your ’Dream Hidden World Clothes,’ though your reaction was far less dramatic compared to the Secret Cultivator."
"This wave wasn’t from the monsters of the ’Land of Prayer Light,’ but seemed more like two factions of believers engaged in pursuit, with the gods they worship influencing the situation secretly."
"Drawing upon your considerable Mysticism experience, you quickly deduced the nature of the disturbance."
"’Let’s go check it out.’
"You said to the Secret Cultivator. Evidently, she shared your suggestion, nodding without hesitation."
"You set off swiftly..."
"In about half a minute, the two of you advanced along the ’River of Two Judgments,’ eventually arriving at the source—a clash between two groups of mythological beings." freёNovelHub.com