Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 185

Lord of the Doleful Demon Prison.

It seemed that in the end, all eight邪神 possessed someone, but the Lord of the Doleful Demon Prison did not.

Are there other deals between it and Song Qingyun?

What is its relationship with that planet?

Shen Ye suddenly remembered the owner of the flying sword.

The voice of that woman echoed in his ears again:

“That邪神 is a bit special, there must be a secret about it, so we won’t kill it for now, let’s see if we can find some valuable intelligence from it.”

——That master with the flying sword truly had exceptional insight, seeing at once that the Lord of the Doleful Demon Prison was problematic.

“Recently, ‘anomalies’ in the world have increased, and ‘catastrophes’ have also occurred several times.”

Along with Qian Rushan’s voice, the holographic image changed.

Seaside.

In the depths of that vast sea, a black structure shot into the sky.

Two hosts stood on the beach, facing the camera and saying:

“Friends, I am currently by the sea, and on the horizon behind me is a rare mirage, which usually does not appear in this area. Below, we’ll ask an expert to interpret it.”

The expert, with an air of assured wisdom, smiled and said:

“Viewers, you’re in for a treat, this is an extremely rare type of mirage. From a scientific perspective…”

Shen Ye looked at the black building.

——No matter how much of a mirage it is, there is no such building connecting heaven and earth in the world!

“Can’t it be hidden much longer?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes,” Qian Rushan said.

“It’s a pity Song Qingyun died so fast,” Shen Ye said with a hint of regret.

“You don’t have to worry so much, the taller ones will bear the burden when the sky falls, and there are many strong people among humans—just focus on your studies,” Qian Rushan said.

Shen Ye thought about it and agreed.

If even the master with the flying sword couldn’t win, there was no need for him to worry too much.

But if she could win—

Then he didn’t need to worry so much, only needing to focus on his studies.

The logic holds.

One thing understood, all things understood.

Shen Ye breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched, and said, “I have a few days off, it’s a good time to rest.”

Qian Rushan changed the subject:

“By the way, give me your motorcycle first.”

“Huh? What for?” Shen Ye asked.

“You can’t get military merits—you’re still underage, Kunlun is going to modify your motorcycle as a reward.”

“…Modify the motorcycle? This reward is too perfunctory.”

Despite saying that, Shen Ye still took out the motorcycle and allowed Qian Rushan to take it.

“Of course, what you did last night earns you more than just a motorcycle modification as a reward, but since you are neither a soldier nor an adult, Kunlun plans to reward you in other ways.”

“What will it be?” Shen Ye asked with interest.

“Here it comes,” Qian Rushan smiled mysteriously.

His phone suddenly rang.

Shen Ye pulled it out and saw a line of small text on the screen:

“A sum of money has been transferred to your account in real-time, please log in to view.”

Shen Ye logged in and checked.

Hiss—

“This is the bonus from the group for getting first place in the exam, don’t worry too much about it,” Qian Rushan said with a smile.

“The group is really rich,” Shen Ye exclaimed.

“Kunlun’s reward will be directly sent to your family—now that you have a large sum of money, what do you plan to do?” Qian Rushan asked.

“I’ll lease a fish pond and go for some green ecology,” Shen Ye said thoughtfully.

“…Lease a fish pond, are you selling fish?” Qian Rushan asked curiously.

“I want to raise some soft-shelled turtles, not sell them, just for fun.”

“…I’m really impressed with you.”

The Human Martial Arts Group’s shuttle flew through the clouds.

Another, much larger giant shuttle, flew tens of thousands of miles away, in the higher reaches of the sky.

The Five Aristocratic families, the Three organizations, and the World Government gathered together.

The meeting was very serious.

An old man stood on the stage, analyzing the data sent back by the outer space probe.

Below the stage.

The strong individuals sat around the round table, their expressions serious and focused.

Song Yinchen stretched her stiff neck, her gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces, looking somewhat distracted.

But if anyone looked at her—

She immediately put on a serious expression, sat up straight, and pretended to be listening intently to the report.

“How long will this meeting last?”

She asked in a whisper.

“The alien planet is approaching, and it concerns the survival of humanity. No matter how long it takes, it’s not too much,” Chaos Spirit communicated telepathically.

“Sigh, I’d rather go back and study various combat techniques, that would be more useful,” the girl grumbled.

“Besides the whip, you know too little, you really need to learn more combat techniques—”

“But now you represent the Song family, the newly rising fifth Aristocratic families Patriarch, how can you leave early?” Chaos Spirit said.

“I have existed for billions of years and have never found it boring—Yinchen, you must learn to enjoy this blankness and solitude,” Chaos Spirit added.

“That person’s data analysis is good. I’ve also been reading a book recently called ‘Quantum Mechanics’. Would you like me to recommend it?” Chaos Spirit continued.

The girl rested her chin in her hand, her gaze fixed on the stage, but her heart had already flown away.

—I wonder what Brother Shen Ye is busy with.

Last time, he taught me a trick called “recording videos.”

I really want to learn some more interesting battlefield coping strategies from him.

Oh, right.

He seems to have completed the freshman training and should be home by now.

I’ll go find him later to play!

“When can I leave?” Song Yinchen asked quietly.

“This meeting will last two days,” Chaos Spirit said.

Song Yinchen pouted.

Two days.

—How long it is.

……

It usually takes more than twenty hours to get from Qingzhou to Yunshan Port, but it only takes forty minutes to get back to Qingzhou from Yujing.

After the shuttle landed, Shen Ye bid farewell to Qian Rushan at the airport and went straight home.

His father, Shen Shian, and mother, Zhao Xiaoshang, had received the news early and prepared a large table of dishes at home.

As soon as Shen Ye entered the door, he was greeted by his mother, whose eyes were full of tears:

“Xiaoye, you… you’ve gained weight.”

“…” Shen Ye.

“He’s grown stronger, not fat,” Shen Shian said, admiring Shen Ye with satisfaction.

The couple exchanged glances; one went to close the door, the other pulled Shen Ye towards the study.

“What’s going on?”

Shen Ye asked curiously.

“Xiaoye, our family is rich now,” Zhao Xiaoshang said with a beaming smile.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Shen Ye asked curiously.

“Last week, your dad bought a lottery ticket and won first prize!” Zhao Xiaoshang said.

“Your mom went to the park, found a wallet, returned it to its owner, and they thanked her by rewarding her with a house!” Shen Shian said.

“…” Shen Ye.

“By the way, our place is going to be demolished.”

“Also, a blind massage parlor opened here a few days ago, giving your dad a free coupon. Your dad went for a massage once, and unexpectedly, an old chronic illness was activated, and then his meridians opened up.”

Shen Ye immediately looked at his father.

His father, Shen Shian, smiled and nodded, saying, “My old chronic injury is getting better little by little.”

“…That’s great! Where is that blind massage parlor? I want to try it too,” Shen Ye said.

“It closed down—what a pity, it was actually quite good.”

“It closed down in just a few days?”

“Yes, so your dad is very lucky—come on, let’s eat!”

—Qian Rushan said that Kunlun would reward him in other ways.

So he found a skilled doctor to treat his father, and then quietly left when he was almost cured?

That’s good.

Speaking of which, Kunlun is quite good at understanding human relationships.

Is it really artificial intelligence?

The family sat around the dining table, enjoying a harmonious time.

His parents naturally asked about school, and Shen Ye picked out what he could say and told them everything.

After dinner, Shen Ye helped his mother wash dishes, and his mother complained again about the rising price of vegetables, moving from the wet market to housing prices, then to the stray cats and dogs downstairs, and finally to the ill-mannered residents who parked their cars haphazardly in the neighborhood.

Domestic trifles, all trivial matters, Shen Ye listened intently, interjecting a few words from time to time.

Before they knew it, darkness fell.

There was nothing special about the evening; they just reheated the lunch dishes, turned on the TV, and ate while watching the news.

In the middle, Xiao Mengyu called to ask what he was doing for the summer vacation, which alerted the old couple.

His mother harped on the topic of puppy love.

Shen Ye hummed and hawed in response, then went back to his room to go online.

He watched a show while tearing open a bag of braised snacks and eating them.

Big Skeleton also took a few bites, then spat them out disconsolately, refusing to eat any more.

Whatever it ate, it became like that.

—This bag of spicy pork jerky really didn’t win its favor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go lease a fish pond tomorrow and let you eat your fill,” Shen Ye said.

“I’m tired of eating soft-shelled turtles, do you have any other fish?” Big Skeleton asked.

“River shrimp?”

“How big?”

“Not even a pinky finger.”

“Too small, I won’t eat it!”

“How about mandarin fish?”

“Ghost fish? That sounds awful, not eating it,” Big Skeleton said.

“Mandarin fish is a good thing, you’re a widowed spirit, why are you so superstitious!”

“Just for good luck.”

“If you’re so concerned about names, we have king crab in our world!” Shen Ye said, annoyed.

“King… crab, that’s fine, I’ll eat that.”

“Forget it, it’s expensive.”

“How expensive can it be, you have money now!”

“Never mind.”

“Don’t be stingy, I was planning to help you improve your ‘Whispers of the Dark.'”

“…Alright, buddy, I’ll take you there, and you’ll see for yourself.”

Shen Ye opened the door and saw his mother, Zhao Xiaoshang, about to go to the supermarket. He quickly called out, saying he wanted to go too.

He followed his mother around the supermarket.

“See that counter? The first kind is river shrimp, the second is mantis shrimp, as for the third—”

Shen Ye whispered, “The dark red one, with two powerful claws, that’s the King Crab.”

“I want the King Crab!” Big Skeleton decided.

“Okay!”

Shen Ye packed a large quantity, finished packaging, weighed it, and then left the seafood counter.

“Look,” he said boastfully, “Am I good enough a buddy?”

“Good brother!” Big Skeleton praised.

At the checkout, the cashier called out:

“Hello, the total for the crayfish is two hundred seventy-five yuan.”

Shen Ye bowed his head to pay.

“Hey,” Big Skeleton whispered, “Didn’t you say it was King Crab? How did it become crayfish?”

Shen Ye calmly rebuked, “In our world, there’s a saying of ‘True Dragon Son of Heaven,’ meaning emperors are made of dragons, understand?”

“I see, you know quite a lot,” Big Skeleton murmured.

“Nonsense, I’ve already graduated from junior high school.”

Smoothly passed.