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Chapter 63: Friend, Hold Your Steps
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 12:15:16 +0000 UTCSolon pondered, his gaze involuntarily settling on Guinaifen beside him.
He had secured Guinaifen's cooperation with money—so if someone else offered a higher price, they could easily sway her.
Of course, he knew Guinaifen wasn't some two-faced opportunist. On the contrary, she was sincere and warm toward her friends.
But Solon dared not place his complete trust in others. Their relationship was already an unhealthy one of coercion and submission, which only added to the risk.
So, it was necessary to take out an insurance policy on Guinaifen.
No sooner thought than done.
Gently, Solon placed his hand on the sleeping Guinaifen, silently implanting a modified version of the Life-Death Sigil into her.
This improved version normally showed no symptoms, required no regular antidotes, and left no traces. But with just a thought from Solon, the poison would activate instantly, subjecting her to unbearable agony—its potency a hundred times greater than the standard sigil, capable of paralyzing her in an instant.
With this vulnerability patched, his survival prospects improved, and Solon felt much more at ease.
As the saying goes, well-fed, well-lecherous.
Freed from survival anxieties, the mind inevitably wandered elsewhere.
Solon's gaze drifted to the figure beside him. Guinaifen happened to turn over in her sleep, revealing a smooth, pale shoulder and delicate collarbone beneath the covers.
Last night, you were on top. Today, it's my turn, isn't it?
With that thought, Solon pounced. Soon, the room was filled with sounds that would make anyone blush.
"Mmm~! What are you—?"
"No more~ Stop!"
"You… mmmph!"
As Solon reveled in the warmth and softness of the body in his arms, another thought crossed his mind:
'One insurance policy might not be enough. Maybe I should find a way to plant one on her siblings too…'
Divine Commission Headquarters
Jing Yuan sat at his desk, staring at several scrolls before him, and let out a long sigh.
"General, what's wrong?" asked Yanqing, standing attentively at his side.
Jing Yuan tapped the desk lightly with his fingers and murmured,
"These truly are troubled times…"
The titles on the scrolls were unmistakable: Application for Entry by the Sky-Striking General and Transfer Request for Zhuming's Chief Medic, Ling Sha.
Add to that the recent resurgence of the Pharmacist's Secret Transmission, the ambiguous stance of the Alchemy Commission, and the constant scheming of the Vidyadhara's Dragon Elders—Jing Yuan felt a headache coming on.
Why can't you all just behave? Let me retire in peace instead of stirring up trouble.
But soon, his gaze sharpened like a blade.
If you choose to oppose the Xianzhou and disrupt the Luofu's peace, you must have already prepared to die.
Jing Yuan was indeed a strategist, but that didn't mean he hadn't seen battle. On the contrary, countless Abundance abominations had fallen to him and the Divine Punishment.
Every general of the Xianzhou Alliance was a god of slaughter forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
His current lazy demeanor was merely a facade—beneath it lay iron will, ruthlessness, and meticulous calculation.
Meanwhile, Solon and Guinaifen had finished their rain-and-clouds embrace.
Holding Guinaifen's smooth shoulders, Solon feigned nonchalance as he asked:
"When will your family be free? I'd like to visit them with you…"
Guinaifen clearly misunderstood his intentions.
She thought Solon wanted to meet her family as her boyfriend—unaware of his ulterior motives.
Blissfully ignorant of his malice, Guinaifen averted her eyes, stammering:
"Ah~ Meet my family? Isn't it too soon? I'm not mentally prepared yet…"
Solon didn't press the matter. After all, his motives were impure, and acting too hastily might expose his scheme.
After another round of entanglement, Guinaifen headed out to the streets to livestream her acrobatics as usual.
Free from financial pressure, she now treated streaming more as a hobby.
Of course, if she blew up, she could finally escape the humiliating status of being Solon's kept woman.
She might be down on her luck now, but the pride of a princess still ran in her veins.
Solon didn't expose her little fantasy.
He knew human hearts were the most unpredictable—which only reinforced the wisdom of his insurance strategy.
Having fought several battles (as the active party), Solon was drained. He headed to Changyou Heaven for a proper meal.
After filling his stomach, he prepared to return home for more simulations.
But as he passed through a deserted alley—
"Hey! Friend ahead—hold your steps!"
A familiar voice called out to him.
Solon narrowed his eyes, then turned calmly.
Petite stature, a green qipao dress, and that face—undeniably pretty, yet somehow always evoking comedic as the first impression—it was none other than Qingque, Solon's familiar stranger.
"Miss… Diviner, was it? Can I help you?"
Solon feigned ignorance, his expression puzzled.
Qingque hesitated, then gritted her teeth and whispered:
"Did you… do something to me before?"
Solon stared at her in shock, even taking a wary step back.
"Isn't this our first meeting? Don't go throwing accusations around—that's slander, you know? The Xianzhou doesn't play that game!"
Thanks to repeated tempering in simulations and reality, Solon's acting skills had reached a passable level—enough to fool Qingque, at least.
For a moment, Qingque almost fell for it. She even wondered if she'd actually mistaken him for someone else…
No!
A diviner's sharp intuition told her—this man was trouble!
Qingque trusted her gut. It was the same instinct that let her dominate Stellar Jade gambling tables.
But the mere thought of Stellar Jade made her stomach twist. Ever since that day, she hadn't dared touch a single tile.
That night's dream had felt too real. Now, just touching a tile made her break out in cold sweat, her heart race, her body tremble—even nauseous.
Solon's gambling rehabilitation simulation had been too effective.
This is all his fault!
Qingque gnashed her teeth and shook her tiny fist at him.
"No! You definitely did something! Why else would I have that nightmare?!"
"Are you delirious? Maybe you should visit the Alchemy Commission! You have a bad dream and blame me? If you dreamt of getting railed, would you sue me for assault?"
Solon scoffed.
Qingque, unable to out-argue him—and lacking concrete evidence—grew desperate. She lunged forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Come with me to the Divination Commission! Once the Master Diviner runs a hexagram, the truth will be clear!"
