Chapter 209: Two Suns!
Chapter 209: Two Suns!
“Young Master, you haven’t really gone silly, have you?”
The maidservant called Little Lv hesitated slightly after hearing Wang Feng’s question, though she timidly asked anyway.
“Bullshit! Who the fuck dares say I’m stupid? Do you believe I’ll break one of your legs?”
Upon hearing Little Lv’s words, Wang Feng’s expression instantly darkened. His face flushed with rage as he bellowed.
“Huh? Wait—where did all this anger come from?”
After his outburst, Wang Feng sensed something wasn’t quite right and muttered to himself.
Ordinarily, Wang Feng shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but losers are most afraid of being called stupid—after all, low intellect is a painful sore spot!
And deep within Wang Feng’s heart, he felt an unfathomable frustration. Though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling, something just felt wrong.
“Spare me, Young Master! Spare me! Little Lv wouldn’t dare!”
Seeing how quickly Wang Feng’s mood shifted, Little Lv immediately knelt down, pleading for mercy repeatedly. Inside, however, she cursed, “Well, the crabapple never falls far from the apple tree! He turns their back faster than flipping pages! Just like his father!”
“Hmph!”
Wang Feng took a careful look around. He spotted no cameras or other people. This only made him more nervous, for it seemed neither a prank nor a dream.
“What’s happening? What on earth is happening? Why does everything here feel so familiar?”
Even he didn’t understand the reason, yet Wang Feng felt overwhelmingly familiar with his surroundings.
Still, he maintained a composed demeanor. After letting out another cold snort, he continued, “Speak! Was it Tang Xiaohu and his lot who put you up to this?”
In Wang Feng’s mind, Tang Xiaohu was a university classmate with whom relations were decidedly frosty. His first instinct told him this was mostly Tang Xiaohu’s doing.
“Tang Xiaohu? Young Master, there’s no one by that name in our Tang Family! Perhaps Young Master is mistaken?”
Little Lv, seemingly well-accustomed to the “Young Master’s” volatile temper, resumed her normal composure almost instantly.
“Hmph! Keep playing dumb. Must I drag them out here before you admit it?
Did you really think yourself my Goddess just because I called you it once?
Are you fucking kidding me? Have you even looked in a mirror? You think someone like that can compare to the ‘Goddess’ in my heart?”
Wang Feng spoke with clear displeasure.
Especially when uttering the word “Goddess,” his heart clenched sharply. He wished he could charge right up to that Goddess in his mind, slap her twice, and curse her out with all his might.
“Who is my Goddess…? Why can’t I seem to remember?”
Though he said “Goddess,” Wang Feng struggled and utterly failed to recall who that ideal woman even was. The very existence of such a title felt suspicious now.
Wang Feng stood up with difficulty and walked towards the window beside the desk. One hand suddenly shot towards under the window ledge. At the same time, he called out triumphantly,”Stop hiding! Get your ass out here now!”
But when he yanked the figure upright, it wasn’t someone familiar he pulled out, but a little boy of about seven or eight.
“Brother!”
Once hauled up, the boy’s large eyes darted about swiftly. A brilliant smile spread across his face as he shouted, seemingly not frightened of Wang Feng in the least.
“Uh…”
Seeing the boy, Wang Feng fell into a stunned silence. He had never seen this child before. Yet here he was, calling Wang Feng “Brother,” and acting like it was perfectly natural.
Stunned—completely stunned!
He had thought this was just a prank, but seeing the boy now, he genuinely doubted—doubted he had truly “crossed worlds”!
“Impossible, impossible! Cross-world journeys don’t exist! Those are fantasies spun by idle writers. How could this happen to me?
It must be a trick, an illusion—yes, yes, an illusion!
Illusion… yes, that’s it!”
Wang Feng set the little boy down gently, mentally insisting it was all just an illusion. Yet despite telling himself that, everything felt far too real—so real it terrified him and hollowed his spirit.
“Hmph! Useless trash! Our Tang Family has no need for trash like you!”
As doubt gripped him, a voice dripping with mockery drifted through the door.
Wang Feng reflexively turned toward the speaker—and suddenly froze.
“Impossible… Impossible! This must be a dream!”
The speaker, a youth no more than a year or two older than Wang Feng himself, was hovering in the air.
A closer look revealed the source: he stood atop a Flying Sword, his contemptuous glare aimed squarely at Wang Feng. But what shattered Wang Feng’s mind wasn’t the airborne swordsman. Behind the youth, suspended high in the sky, burned two suns.
“Two suns… two suns! Impossible… impossible! This has to be a dream!
Must be a dream! How could there be two suns? There should be three!
Huh? Wait… why would I think there are three suns?
There’s only ever been one sun!”
Wang Feng felt his legs give out, no strength left to keep him upright.
In his memory, there should only be one sun… yet three somehow felt familiar. Now faced with two, confusion flooded his mind.
“Hmph! Worthless!”
Seeing Wang Feng’s shocked expression, the youths brow furrowed slightly in bewilderment before he offered another cold snort. Then, with a sweep of his sword, he vanished amidst Sword Flight.
“Brother Wang, I’m off to play!”
The vibrant little boy also sensed Wang Fengs oddness and ran off after a quick farewell.
“Haha… haha…”
Once alone, Wang Feng slumped all the way to the ground, murmuring with a bitter, hollow laugh.
“Young Master, Young Master… are you alright?”
Seeing his master so despondent, Little Lv felt lost but still spoke up softly.
As Wang Feng’s personal maid—or bluntly put, his property—her very life lay in his hands.
“Haha… haha… never dreamed this would happen to me… ha…”
Wang Feng sat deflated on the dirt, the dazed mutterings spilling out.
Logically, any devoted fan of cross-world cultivation novels should rejoice at this. Yet he found no shred of joy—only a cold dread that this was real.
Like admiring dragons in paintings until the real one scorched through your roof, leaving nowhere to hide.
Little Lv was sharp-witted. Sensing Young Masters despair, she stayed silent and merely sat beside him, a quiet companion gazing at the twin suns.
…
He sat like this for five hours, until the sky slowly darkened…
…
In the distant sky, two moons gradually ascended, hanging in the air!
“Hah, two moons!”
Only after the two moons had risen did Wang Feng’s vacant eyes twitch slightly. Yet, upon seeing the twin moons in the sky, his eyes showed no joy, but deeper sorrow.
“Hah!”
Wang Feng stood up looking utterly dejected, forcing a bitter smile.
“Young Master, it’s time to eat!”
Seeing Wang Feng finally move, Little Lv, who had at some unknown point laid the dishes on the table, said with a beaming smile.
“Hmm.”
Wang Feng answered woodenly. He then sat down, saying nothing, eating the food like one who had completely lost his soul. The delicious, flavorful food now had no taste for him at all.
Therefore, he merely sipped some soup at random. But as the warm, savory liquid flowed down his throat, Wang Feng’s face grew even whiter.
“Huh? That’s odd… If I was unconscious for a long time, why would this woman prepare so much food for me just after I woke up?
Huh? Why? Why do I even care about this?”
After swallowing the soup, Wang Feng immediately sensed something amiss. Yet, he found it strange that he was even focusing on this question.
“If that’s the case… then maybe all of this truly is just a dream! Absolutely, it absolutely must be a dream!”
Deep down, he remained convinced it was nothing but a dream. Perhaps even the car accident he recalled was fake.
“Hmm, yes… A good sleep will fix it. Sleep will make it all better!”
Wang Feng muttered inwardly, repeating the words over and over again as he mechanically spooned the delicious soup into his mouth.
Yet, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, a part of him had already started to believe it was real. This brought with it a profound sense of fear and loneliness. Strangely, though, intertwined with that fear and solitude was an undercurrent of warmth and a feeling of deep familiarity.
Little Lv watched Wang Feng’s odd behavior from the side. Though thoroughly bewildered, she dared not say anything, only continuing to observe silently.
Roughly a quarter of an hour later, Wang Feng felt his belly slightly bloated and couldn’t drink any more. Setting down the bowl, and ignoring Little Lv beside him, he walked straight towards the large bed. Without a care, he collapsed onto it and instantly fell asleep.
“It seems the Young Master was hit rather hard this time… Sigh!”
Seeing Wang Feng fall straight asleep, a look of pity mixed with sorrow appeared on Little Lv’s face as she sighed. She then covered him properly with the quilt before quietly tidying up the room.
“Heh heh!”
Just as Little Lv turned away to clean the room, Wang Feng suddenly sat up. He gazed at her with a lecherous look on his face and let out a sinister laugh.
“Huh? Young Master, what’s wrong?”
Little Lv seemed to feel a malicious gaze aimed at her back. Turning around and seeing the look in Wang Feng’s eyes, her heart clenched with fright. She backed away weakly, asking in a timid voice.
“Heh heh, no way! No matter what, this old man isn’t going to let a sweet dream like this go to waste! A beauty like this right before me? I’m over twenty years old and damned well still a virgin, how shameful is that? Heh heh, little sister, just submit to me!”
Wang Feng stood up, his face contorted with base lust. He began walking slowly towards Little Lv.
“Young Master, you…”
Though inexperienced in such matters, Little Lv recognized something terribly wrong with Wang Feng’s expression. A shiver ran through her frame. Trembling with fear, she began edging backward towards the door.
“Don’t be afraid, little sister! Brother will be gentle. Definitely won’t be rough! Heh heh…”
Wang Feng continued his slow advance toward Little Lv.
“Young Master… Ah!”
“Heh heh…”
…
Sob! Sob!
Moments later, Little Lv burst out of the room with disheveled clothes and weeping.
Was it truly not a dream? If it were a dream, why did it hurt? If it wasn’t a dream, why does it all feel so familiar?
After she fled, the room plunged into complete darkness, save for Wang Feng’s barely audible muttering.
…
In a room about a hundred meters away, a somewhat beautiful woman in her early thirties and a middle-aged man were conversing. The man was the same individual Wang Feng had seen during the day.
“Brother Tang, it seems Biao’er was hit quite hard this time? Not only has his Spiritual Root vanished, but even his entire Foundation Building Cultivation is completely gone. He’ll likely never be able to cultivate again in this life. And… his temperament turned so… so… cough!”
The woman, Wanyu, said to the man beside her, yet couldn’t help a deep sigh. She seemed to be fully aware of what had just transpired in Wang Feng’s room.
“Wanyu… do you think he is still our Biao’er?”
A trace of doubt clouded the middle-aged man’s eyes as he asked, his expression also tinged with regret.