138. "He" Has Appeared

Chen Sheng felt that he was still too young. He actually entertained the thought that the dish this guy made could be edible! That was his mistake. He admitted it. Because he really shouldn’t have thought that way.

Looking at the dish before him, Chen Sheng suddenly thought that using a pressure cooker to refine pills wasn’t so unacceptable after all—at least it didn’t look as distressing as this particular dish. Yes, distressing!

“What on earth is this?” Chen Sheng couldn’t help but completely abandon the lofty aura of being the “Seventh Son.”

“Hmph!”

A certain young girl puffed out her cheeks, clearly displeased.

But Chen Sheng showed no signs of backing down, for he had already toned down his words quite a bit. Inside the plate was a heap of mush, somewhat reminiscent of coffee in style, but more like curry, and yet this mush closely resembled something from his childhood—a pitfall he had fallen into while playing in the countryside with a friend.

So, even though he could now sustain his vitality by “absorbing food energy,” he couldn’t bring himself to lift the plate to his nose for a sniff.

“Not pretty, huh?”

“I’ll take you to see something even uglier next time, something similar to this,” Chen Sheng declared righteously, though his face betrayed the real intention: “I’ll take you to watch the process of a manure truck.”

“Is there really something similar?” Yu Youxin doubted, her delicate face furrowing with two lovely eyebrows.

“There really is!” Chen Sheng replied with full confidence. For this thing, he was willing to stake his “Seventh Son” status as a guarantee. If it didn’t exist, then his Seventh God rank might as well be discarded!

After all, manure trucks could be seen in any city…

Chen Sheng couldn’t help but feel confident.

“But why do I feel like Old Chen has some ulterior motive?” The girl expressed her suspicion straightforwardly, and the more she looked at Chen Sheng, the more uneasy she felt.

It was as if the person sitting before her wasn’t human but a cunning and sinister old wolf.

“You’re overthinking.” Chen Sheng said expressionlessly.

The more one has ill intentions, the more they use affirmative statements. Unless they are about to hit a wall, they refuse to back down.

“Really? I don’t believe you.” The girl also used an affirmative sentence.

However, this made Chen Sheng glance at her head once, twice, thrice… many times, and after confirming her head hadn’t grown bigger, he quietly got up and walked away.

Passing by the coffee table, he casually grabbed an orange from the fruit bag and brought it to his nose.

With a gentle inhale, the orange instantly dried up.

Chen Sheng felt a refreshing surge of energy as the spiritual damage from those two dishes was somewhat alleviated. He lightly squeezed the dried orange, crushed it, and tossed it into the nearby trash bin.

At this moment, the girl had been watching Chen Sheng and was startled to see this scene.

But it wasn’t because she witnessed Chen Sheng “absorbing food energy,” but because he usually did it sneakily and secretly, yet this time he did it so openly.

Curious, the girl tilted her head in thought and decided to pretend not to have seen it.

“I didn’t see it... I didn’t see it... I didn’t see it...” She seemed to be hypnotizing herself, bowing her head and mumbling repeatedly in her mind. After ensuring she could remain composed, she finally looked up at Chen Sheng.

And then, she froze.

Because when she looked up, she found no one there—no shadow of a person.

Her eyes darted around.

Soon, Yu Youxin detected a faint ripple of power from that strange world.

This meant someone had just crossed over.

“Why did Old Chen go over again? When did he go? How did he move so fast? And doesn’t he usually be preparing to sleep at this time?”

Yu Youxin’s eyes widened slightly in puzzlement, but she didn’t ponder further.

Chen Sheng could do as he pleased; she wouldn’t interfere.

Besides, she couldn’t interfere.

After all, in this guy’s eyes, she was a victim of a wealthy family feud, an unwelcome illegitimate daughter who had been thrown into a mental hospital by a wealthy matron for three years...

So, she had to maintain that persona.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sufficient reason to stay here.

She couldn’t intervene, but that didn’t mean others couldn’t.

With this in mind, Yu Youxin quickly opened Chen Sheng’s laptop and sent a message to Chen Youyou.

Since that day, they had exchanged contact information.

But it wasn’t her initiative.

Chen Youyou had asked for her contact details.

Soon Yu Youxin saw Chen Youyou’s reply, full of astonishment: “My brother took so many days off? Wow, is he that romantic?”

“Romantic?”

Yu Youxin pondered the reply carefully. That didn’t really fit Chen Sheng’s character, so she answered: “He’s out basking in the sun every day... whenever there is sunshine.”

She roughly described what Chen Sheng was doing.

Chen Youyou replied quickly, probably due to her youth and nimble fingers: “No wonder my brother has been single his whole life... always picky, cowardly, and lazy.”

As Chen Sheng’s sister, Chen Youyou was quite clear about his criteria for a partner.

She had to be good-looking, have a pleasant personality, no educational requirements, but not stupid—at least she had to know a foreign language like him…

Chen Sheng always thought these demands weren’t high, because he could meet them himself. But to Chen Youyou, she could only helplessly sigh.

Not to mention a bunch of other demanding requirements that were a bit difficult.

Just good-looking girls usually had poor personalities because they were constantly spoiled.

When someone achieves enough success, they tend to become proud and reject advice. Similarly, good-looking girls live a charmed life, favored in every way—how could they have good personalities?

Chen Youyou always thought none did, because she herself…

Was spoiled and arrogant!

However, after meeting Yu Youxin, Chen Youyou was shocked to find there really was such a mythical girl...

Moreover, this girl defied other legendary stereotypes.

Her status was extraordinary, wealthy and powerful.

Chen Youyou didn’t know if Yu Youxin was smart, but when they were together, a foreigner once asked Yu Youxin for directions. Yu Youxin stammered in broken foreign language, but Yu Youxin, after tilting her head and observing for a moment, suddenly responded in a more fluent foreign language than the foreigner.

Although Yu Youxin didn’t know where the foreigner wanted to go, it amazed Chen Youyou so much that she was stunned for a long time.

From that moment on, Chen Youyou lost hope for her brother and Yu Youxin.

The reason was simple: Did her brother even match?

Though Chen Youyou thought her brother was quite impressive, the Chen family couldn’t provide much support in this regard!

And for such marriages, social status and backgrounds mattered.

Not only because the union could maximize benefits, but because having common ground and similar worldviews made communication smoother, avoiding conflicts over trivial matters.

Chen Youyou continued to criticize Chen Sheng’s shortcomings like all pesky little sisters do, making every older brother twitch and itch for a fight.

Meanwhile, Chen Sheng realized he seemed to be lost.

...

Amid the lingering dense mist, Chen Sheng looked puzzled.

Because this time he didn’t appear where he usually did.

This was an exception and an accident.

Such situations often meant some sudden event was about to occur.

Chen Sheng waved his hand strangely, and an iron rod appeared. The words “Unmeasurable Might” faintly shimmered on the rod, seeming on the verge of vanishing but still holding on desperately.

Holding the rod, Chen Sheng decided that no matter what he encountered, he would strike first.

Suddenly, he felt a long-missed sensation of being followed.

Not because it hadn’t happened for a long time, but because it was so familiar—someone was watching him closely from behind.

And, no surprise, this time the follower was about to reveal themselves.

“Then, who is it?”

Chen Sheng turned around calmly, but soon his eyes showed surprise.

Because what appeared wasn’t a person.

Nor a ghost.

But a stone platform surrounded by a murderous aura, continuously morphing into various wailing vengeful spirits.

On the platform stood two wooden pillars, already rotted but still bearing legible inscriptions: “Heaven gave birth to all things to nurture man; man has nothing to repay Heaven.”

Fourteen characters in total.

Besides that, there was a golden broadsword on the platform.

Blood seeped from it.

“There’s also a carriage section over there...” As the black mist around the platform dispersed, Chen Sheng saw more clearly and eventually understood the whole scene.

He roughly defined the stone platform as a suspected guillotine.

He added “suspected” because there were too many elements—the sword, the pillars, the carriage, and inside the carriage, a familiar figure.

And the fourteen characters seemed wildly out of place with the guillotine’s vibe.

It was like two completely different and opposing elements stuck together.

Chen Sheng fell silent and decided to approach.

As he got closer, the guillotine became clearer, and he could see the person inside the carriage—it was indeed an acquaintance.

Though they had only met briefly, Chen Sheng recognized him as the “mysterious merchant.”

“Why are you on this guillotine? Had an accident?” Chen Sheng asked first upon seeing the merchant looking at him.

Though Chen Sheng recognized him, the merchant no longer recognized Chen Sheng. Although the guillotine hadn’t targeted him, being trapped in this lost mist had made him forget everything, including himself. He didn’t even remember how to speak, so how could he answer?

Chen Sheng heard no reply and didn’t mind, simply looking at the guillotine and asking, “You keep following me. Do you have a purpose?”

Still no sound, but unlike before, a response appeared in his mind.

It was asking what the guillotine was related to.

“Guillotine? Of course, it’s related to the law!” Chen Sheng answered without hesitation.

The reply appeared again in his mind: Is it really the law? If so, then why am I having trouble? Why can’t I maintain my original power?

To show its emotional turmoil, the guillotine trembled slightly.

“Because you’re meddling too much...” Chen Sheng looked at the two wooden pillars and replied.

“Heaven gave birth to all things to nurture man; man has nothing to repay Heaven.” With this tone, isn’t it trying to kill everyone?

The reply came again: Meddling too much? But if I don’t meddle, how can I fulfill my own definition?

Chen Sheng thought for a moment and stepped forward.

Raising his hand, he initially intended to use the iron rod to smash the two wooden pillars, but oddly, the rod twisted on its own near the guillotine, seemingly unwilling to strike.

So Chen Sheng used the rod like a brush, beginning to carve on the other side of the pillars.

Due to their rotted state, carving was extremely easy—like writing on a cake, soft and yielding.

On one pillar, he carved nine characters: “If punishment is unknown, then might is immeasurable.”

On the other pillar, he carved nine characters as well: “When the people know of punishment, they will not fear the rulers.”

As he finished the last character, the two pillars shattered.

On the guillotine appeared eighteen large characters:

“If punishment is unknown, then might is immeasurable! When the people know of punishment, they will not fear the rulers!”

They stood boldly on either side, shining with a chilling black light, as if illuminating something.

The guillotine trembled, and a terrifying aura emerged, seemingly forewarning something.

Even the lost mist was shaken away by this aura, revealing a path to the outside world.

The guillotine moved, carrying Chen Sheng directly out of the lost mist.

At that moment, a terrifying power surged forth like a storm—this was the strength of a top-tier execution device, fully awakened!

The mysterious world of the occult, one of the three great execution devices: the guillotine!

The lost mist retreated rapidly, seemingly trying to escape, but with the disappearance of the guillotine’s defining problem, it finally revived.

Under this execution device’s nurturing power, Chen Sheng’s own rank became increasingly complete.

That final step was quietly crossed.

The lost mist fled even faster, but with a gentle beckon from Chen Sheng, the entity ranked seventh, which had once suppressed the guillotine’s revival, instantly shrank into a ball and fell into Chen Sheng’s hand.

This was the power that belonged to “It.”