Chapter Eight: Is It Unfair That Only I Suffer?

After lingering at the Regent Hotel for a while longer, Lu Mingfei borrowed a thousand yuan from Ye Sheng and then left.

Having spent all his money on materials, and unwilling to shamelessly return to face his aunt’s hateful, bloated face, he decided to stay outside for a few days and leave directly once the Kassel Academy had arranged the procedures.

Lu Mingfei noticed that Ye Sheng was not only polite and measured but also generous when giving money, which earned him a bit more goodwill in Lu Mingfei’s heart.

So before leaving, Lu Mingfei cautiously opened the plastic bag he had brought and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. After folding it into a small corner, he handed it to Ye Sheng.

“This is a talisman. Keep it with you lately; it might help in critical moments…”

Ye Sheng was momentarily taken aback, then gave a wry smile as he reached out to take the folded talisman.

“Alright, thank you.”

Just as Ye Sheng grasped the yellow paper, Lu Mingfei withdrew it, shaking his head.

“If you don’t believe in it, this talisman is useless. I won’t give it to you.”

Before Ye Sheng could react, Lu Mingfei unfolded the talisman, refolded it differently, and handed it to Ji Jiu De Ya, who was sitting nearby, holding her head.

She had been severely shaken by Lu Mingfei’s genuine glance and still felt dizzy.

Lu Mingfei pushed the talisman toward her and said:

“Burn it at a moment of crisis. If conditions don’t allow, hold it in your hand and silently recite…”

Lu Mingfei’s voice shifted into a strange tone, vibrating his vocal cords as he chanted:

“Three souls, seven spirits, return and reverse the infant. Ascend above, come from a thousand spirits. Three souls reside on the left, seven spirits guard the right. Quietly listen to the divine command, also observe omens. Walk unseen by others, sit unknown to all. Urgently as the decree!”

The eerie chant left a deep impression. Lu Mingfei repeated it four times, ensuring the hypnotic melody echoed persistently in Ji Jiu De Ya’s mind before falling silent.

Professor Gudrian, who had been watching nearby, curiously pulled out his phone and recorded Lu Mingfei’s chant.

“Is this… an unseen new word-spell? Mingfei, has your bloodline awakened?”

Lu Mingfei noticed Gudrian recording but paid no mind to the dissemination of this incomplete knowledge, even deliberately enunciating more clearly.

Spreading such forbidden and harmful knowledge willingly is a grave sin—he feared the karmic retribution and would not do it. Yet if others sought him out, he would neither warn them nor conceal the truth.

Those who recklessly pursue knowledge without reverence inevitably suffer their own consequences; he was such a person.

If he himself faced retribution for seeking knowledge, should others be exempt? Wouldn’t that be unfair and regrettable?

Moreover, Gudrian’s words contained something more worth probing:

“Word-spells? Bloodlines? Is this some extraordinary power?”

Could it be that the supernatural system of his homeland was also based on bloodlines?

Ye Sheng gave Gudrian a discreet nudge as a reminder, then said:

“Mingfei, you’ll access this information only after your voiceprint is verified. A specialist will introduce everything to you then.”

Lu Mingfei nodded calmly, showing no impatience.

He had never craved power much. Such things were mere appendages of the Dao; if one inverted their priorities, one surely wouldn’t live long.

Ji Jiu De Ya, still dizzy from the shock of the genuine glance, realized she had misunderstood Lu Mingfei earlier.

Knowing Lu Mingfei’s “S”-grade bloodline, she had thought it was an extension of his word-spell effect. She lifted her face, revealing a gentle expression, and softly said:

“Sorry about before. Also, thank you, Lu Mingfei.”

Lu Mingfei was left both amused and exasperated:

“Thank me? Just remember to use it when it counts.”

As Lu Mingfei cast the spell, his rationality further declined, and the world revealed yet another sliver of truth to him.

Faintly, he could see the thick, inescapable black clouds on the faces of a certain man and woman—they were likely close to death.

He might not be able to repay Ye Sheng the money in time, and unwilling to let this karmic cycle stall, he simply gave him an Immortal Sand Soul-Returning Talisman as compensation.

As for the protective effect of that talisman…

When has the power of an outer god ever been used to create happiness? Could a flamethrower ever save a fire disaster?

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“Beep beep beep.” The avatar of Big Head Cat flickered.

“Are you there? Are you there?”

Lu Mingfei, who was browsing information at an internet café, opened the QQ chat window and replied:

“Not here. Didn’t you block me?”

“I’m Chen Motong.”

“Oh, your habit of sleeping anywhere isn’t good. Don’t do that next time.”

Chen Motong threatened fiercely:

“Screw you! Watch out or I’ll tell Chen Wenwen you’re a player who leaves women behind!”

“…How do you know so much?”

“Hmph, I know more than you think.”

Lu Mingfei didn’t know how Nono knew those things, but he didn’t care.

Prying into others’ secrets is dangerous; this woman had just suffered loss at noon and now was courting death again...

What a great teammate—having her around means no fear of dying before her!

Lu Mingfei sincerely praised:

“Amazing, amazing.”

This response utterly confused Nono. Judging by Lu Mingfei’s background and chat history, it shouldn’t be like this:

“You don’t like Chen Wenwen anymore?”

“I haven’t dated her. I’m not sure, but Su Xiaoqiang might be better in practice.”

Chen Motong felt as if her eyes were being polluted by this repulsive man. She switched her status to invisible and stopped talking.

There was truly a huge anomaly here.

Lu Mingfei’s personality change might be a trivial thing that Professor Gudrian could forget over a cup of coffee, but not for Nono. Even if she wanted to ignore it, she couldn’t.

Lu Mingfei had suddenly transformed from a harmless little white rabbit into a pus-dripping unknown monster.

This monster forcibly stuffed itself into its original skin, with only occasional foul odors betraying it was not the same person.

No one could hide their true self for over a decade without purpose. Chen Motong seriously suspected an alien entity had taken over Lu Mingfei’s body.

Her knowledge suggested that this might be the result of Lu Mingfei’s premature bloodline awakening, yet her usually accurate intuition told her this had nothing to do with the dragon lineage.

Dragons are Earth’s creations; though fierce and cold, they are more beautiful and magnificent than humans.

What Nono saw in her “profiling” of Lu Mingfei was the embodiment of all ugliness—an abscess formed from nature’s accumulated malice. Even the ugliest dragons paled in comparison; not even the darkest human nightmares should contain such shadows.

Nono, this beautiful and brave woman, planned to explore Lu Mingfei more deeply.