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732: Chapter 145: The Proper Way of a Reincarnator 732: Chapter 145: The Proper Way of a Reincarnator The surrounding tree roots were intertwined, and wherever you looked, they were covered by the roots sprouting from the giant sakura tree — as if it was absorbing all the nutrients from the Yan Wuyue World.

Looking at the desolate Yan Wuyue World, Yamata no Orochi suddenly felt an ache in its heart, but there was nothing it could do…

As for the newly formed alliance with the Yin Greedy Wolf, Yamata no Orochi had no expectations. “If these roots continue to grow, I’m afraid that in the end, even you and I won’t escape.

Yamata, you’ve operated in this Yan Wuyue World for many years; isn’t there another way?” The Greedy Wolf Will hurriedly asked.

Yamata no Orochi replied helplessly: “I’ve been sealed for a thousand years and only recently broke free.

I initially thought I could achieve something great, but it turned out worse than when I was sealed.

I’m wounded now, and I don’t know when I’ll recover.

Elder Brother Lian Zhen, I know you’re having a tough time, but so am I.”

The shadow formed by the Greedy Wolf Will paused, unwilling… unwilling to just gain freedom and immediately fall into defeat. “Unless…” Yamata no Orochi hesitated to continue. “Unless what?” The Greedy Wolf Will urgently pursued. “Unless you and I leave the Yan Wuyue World and return to the present reality.” Yamata no Orochi’s voice carried a weight: “The roots have spread throughout Yan Wuyue, meaning that the being behind it all probably already holds significant power over Yan Wuyue and might even be the true ruler.

In our current state, we can’t even resist, let alone plot something.

Our only strategy is to leave and wait for the day to rise again.”

The Greedy Wolf Will remained silent for a moment before speaking: “You’ve been here in the Yan Wuyue World for so many years; are you truly willing to just leave like this?”

Yamata no Orochi said calmly, “Elder Brother Lian Zhen, have you ever heard this saying… ‘Where there’s life, there’s hope’?”

The Greedy Wolf Will suddenly laughed, a chilling laughter, “You really know when to hold on and when to let go…

Fine, the Greedy Wolf Star and the Lian Zhen Star are part of the Northern Dipper; wherever the stars shine, we won’t lose our way.

We will meet again one day, but how do we leave?”

Yamata no Orochi replied, “When I first entered this fragmented world, I left myself a way out just in case.

With it, I can leave the Yan Wuyue World.

If Elder Brother Lian Zhen trusts me, then attach yourself to me.” “We have sworn an oath, more intimate than blood brothers; why hesitate?

Brother Yamata, it’s up to you now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow formed by the Greedy Wolf Will quietly merged into the body of the small purple snake.

Yamata no Orochi did not hesitate; it looked back once more, suddenly feeling like a tiger fallen upon flatland.

It had experienced much in its lifetime, worse situations than now, and yet it persevered.

The ebbs and flows of life, who can say what the future holds…

China, after all, was returning.

Who knows what Xiang Liu’s family is like now.

As the figure of the small purple snake moved further away, Yamata no Orochi suddenly felt the sensation of a wanderer returning home. … …

Mo Xiaofei had lost count of how many times he came back to his senses amidst the dizzy fog in his head.

Blue sky, white clouds, a mountain stream’s breeze, and the dappled shadows of trees.

Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, Mo Xiaofei quietly stood in place.

Not far away, a girl carrying a basket was walking with a heavy heart, head down.

He had returned here, back to the very first day.

Mo Xiaofei knew exactly where he was.

This time, he felt neither agitation nor unease.

He found it somewhat amusing to think that this ability to “travel back to the past” was truly against all odds; if it were the protagonist of some novel, it would mean having foresight, gaining various advantages, starting with a cheat from the very beginning.

Unfortunately, this kind of cheat only lasted for three days — so it was actually quite useless.

Silently reciting the Heart Sutra in his heart, Mo Xiaofei felt more at peace.

Though he was somewhat mentally exhausted, he felt a sturdier state.

Watching the girl with the basket who approached him out of curiosity, he suddenly had an idea. “Bamboo pole…” he muttered the name softly.

The approaching girl seemed to notice the stranger at this place… from his appearance, he should be a Respected Samurai.

But when her gaze met the Samurai’s, she saw the Samurai waving at her. “S-sir, are you calling for me…” Bamboo pole was a bit uneasy. “Could I stay at your place tonight?” Mo Xiaofei smiled gently, “I am traveling through this place and feeling a bit tired.”

Bamboo pole was stunned, looking at this strong and tall Samurai, far more handsome than the men in the village — only Young Master Shinji of the Nagato House could compare.

During this year’s New Year blessing, she had seen Young Master Shinji from afar, thinking how could there be such a handsome person under the sky.

But this Respected Samurai in front of her was no less and even had a certain captivating aura beyond Young Master Shinji’s… a feeling that felt reliable. “Y-yes, you can,” Bamboo pole said, lowering her head with a slight blush on her face. “Then lead the way,” Mo Xiaofei nodded.

Thus, Bamboo pole led the handsome Respected Samurai into Zaodao Village.

Mo Xiaofei once again observed the village he had seen countless times before, memory fragments of Zaodao Village’s destruction surfaced in his mind, feeling as if it were from another lifetime.

This time, I wonder if Zi Xing will appear again? “Bamboo pole, in a few days, you’ll turn fourteen, won’t you?” on the way, Mo Xiaofei suddenly asked. “Yes, in three days, it will coincide with the Sacrificial Day,” Bamboo pole unintentionally answered, then was suddenly incredulous, mouth agape, exclaiming, “Sir, how do you know Bamboo pole’s name?

And my… my birthday?” “Because I have the ability of a Prophet,” Mo Xiaofei stopped and looked at Bamboo pole intently, “I can see the future.” “Ah!” Bamboo pole was stunned, then shook her head, clearly not believing what the Samurai said — even if he was a noble warrior from the perspective of commoners. “I know you don’t believe me, but I can prove it.” Mo Xiaofei gestured, and suddenly pointed ahead, “In a moment, a grandparent and grandchild will appear, the child will fall from playing around, and there will be an injury on his right knee.”

Bamboo pole instinctively looked, waiting quietly for a moment, only to see an old man carrying a pile of twigs, with a child trailing behind.

She recognized the child as a mischievous one.

Then, suddenly, the child tripped over a stone and fell, indeed scraping his right knee, bleeding, and started crying loudly. “Over there in the fields, they’ll catch a snake in a moment.” Mo Xiaofei pointed again.

Bamboo pole watched again, a farmer suddenly shouted about catching a snake, and soon enough, several nearby farmers worked together to catch a large snake. “From the west, a flock of wild geese will fly by soon, with twenty-three in total.” Mo Xiaofei continued. “Those two people will soon start arguing and then fight, the one on the left will first be knocked down…”

Along the way, every time Mo Xiaofei mentioned something, soon after, it would immediately happen.

From initial disbelief, Bamboo Pole was frightened, then awed, and now they revered him like a god. “Do you believe now?” Mo Xiaofei suddenly asked, looking at Bamboo Pole.

Bamboo Pole nodded fearfully at this moment, kneeling on the ground, lowering their head, “S-sir, are you a god?” “Me?” Mo Xiaofei paused, “What I am is not important; what’s important is that I see an evil curse upon you.

In fact, regardless of you, I’ve seen this evil curse on every girl along the way in the village.” “Ah!

Sir!” Bamboo Pole raised their head in panic, “Y-you know even this!” “Not only do I know this, but I even have a way to help you lift this curse.” Mo Xiaofei nodded: “So that you will no longer suffer from this curse.” “R-r-really!” Bamboo Pole’s eyes shone brightly.

If it weren’t for the pain from kneeling on the ground, she would almost think she was dreaming… a dream every female in Zaodao Village yearned for! “I will be at the sacrificial plaza about to be set up in the village.” Mo Xiaofei said indifferently, “Gather all the women from the village, and I naturally have a way to lift this curse for you all.”

After speaking, Mo Xiaofei turned and walked toward the place he mentioned, but not by walking normally—instead, his body lifted off the ground—right in front of Bamboo Pole, rising into mid-air.

Not only did Bamboo Pole witness this, but people not far away also noticed it.

Seeing Bamboo Pole kneeling at that moment and a person who could fly, the villagers of Zaodao Village immediately thought they had encountered a walking god, kneeling down in awe.

Bamboo Pole gritted their teeth, suddenly stood up, and courageously said, “This gentleman said he could help us lift the curse and asked us to find him at the sacrificial plaza…”

If someone claimed they could lift the village’s curse, no one would believe it, even the shrine maiden couldn’t do anything.

But even the shrine maiden didn’t have such cloud-riding skills… this was a god descending!

The news that a deity appeared and planned to lift the curse for the village women spread quickly from one to pair of ears, within half a day it was known throughout Zaodao Village, and even reached Nagato House.

In the Nagato House, upon hearing this news, Nagato Munachika, usually composed, furrowed his brows, showing a perplexing smile at the same time.

No matter how lively it became within Zaodao Village, Mo Xiaofei had already arrived early at the sacrificial land, sitting cross-legged in front of the cracked statue.

Recalling now, there were still some perplexing matters during his previous year’s reset time.

At the start, Bamboo Pole told him the former shrine maiden died from the curse, and the newly appointed shrine maiden hadn’t turned fourteen yet.

Yet when he and Zi Xing successfully arrived on the fourth day, the shrine maiden who appeared in the sacrificial plaza was clearly a middle-aged woman.

These contradictions clearly indicated something—yet despite the obvious discrepancies, Zaodao Village’s villagers felt nothing amiss.

Thinking about this, these villagers of “Zaodao Village” probably aren’t truly real… everything here is Nagato Tsuruko’s dream.

The later disappearing of Zaodao Village’s people on the fourth day proved it—regarding the timing of disappearing, Mo Xiaofei had his own notion.

That the villagers disappearing earlier were not deeply impressed upon Nagato Tsuruko, while those disappearing later were deeply remembered.

As for the scenes within the “Eternal Palace,” it probably etched deeply into Nagato Tsuruko’s bones, naturally sustaining till the end.

While pondering this, a group of people slowly approached ahead.

Initially, they only cautiously approached with trepidation.

Mo Xiaofei saw several familiar faces; it was those people nearby when he flew away earlier.

At this moment, they showed reverence.

Behind this group was Bamboo Pole, and several young girls from the village followed.

Mo Xiaofei knew they were Bamboo Pole’s close friends.

Besides them, not many people came.

But Mo Xiaofei saw people from Nagato House came along—even Nagato Munachika didn’t appear. “I heard you could lift the village’s curse?” At this moment, a servant from Nagato House stepped out, solemnly asking, “You know the Early Rice Shrine Maiden also suffers from it.

What right do you have to claim you can lift this curse!

Everyone, don’t be fooled by this guy, he’s certainly pretending to be mystical, wanting to gain benefits from our village!” “Whether it works, you’ll know after trying.” Mo Xiaofei said calmly, while at the same time, he rose into the air while meditating in front of everyone.

When had these remote villagers seen such magical power?

Only tales about immortals could fly and escape!

Seeing Mo Xiaofei’s actions, even Nagato House’s vile servant felt jittery, cold sweat pouring, trembling all over, recalling his disrespectful words earlier, and fell to his knees with a thud. “Ah!

Sir, you, can you truly help us lift our curse?” A village girl trembled stepping out from behind Bamboo Pole, full of excitement.

Mo Xiaofei waved his hand, and two white pills flew out from his hands, halting in front of the village girl.

This was another divine method!

The crowd watched, amazed.

Mo Xiaofei said indifferently: “These two pills are specially refined with Immortal Technique.

Take them back, let two girls under the curse take them, and you’ll see the effect tomorrow.

But whether to take them, I won’t force you.

Yet remember, it’s your life; if you lack the courage to resist, prefer enduring the curse your entire lives, then I can’t help you.”

That village girl reached out, hesitating at the two white pills hovering in the air, afraid to grab them.

It was Bamboo Pole who gritted her teeth, grabbed them in hand, then looked at Mo Xiaofei, “Sir, I believe you!” “I won’t let you down.” … …

The streets of Tokyo.

Neon lights illuminated the street where diverse people walked.

As night descended over the bustling city, a place still retained tranquility.

Nearby lived people who greatly influenced this country: some hiding behind conquest, controlling the government.

They might be holders of large corporations or ancient families involved in various fields, officials holding high ranks.

Also, due to the nation’s style, influential figures from vibrant social organizations existed.

The Suzuki Family was such a family participating in state mechanisms.

In a room used for storing valuables in the Suzuki Family, an old box suddenly trembled slightly.

Not long after, the box fell to the ground with a thud.

The box opened due to the fall, a black bead rolled from it.

This bead seemed to be made of an unknown material, neither jade nor gold.

At this moment, wisps of purple smoke emitted from the bead… slowly gathering into the form of a small purple snake. “Elder Brother Lian Zhen, we are finally out…”

An extremely fatigued voice slowly echoed in the room filled with valuable antiques…