novelraw Chapter 1157: Bits and Pieces
Chapter 1157: Bits and Pieces
Luo Qiu has always been like this. If he wants you to see him, you will naturally see him. If he doesn’t want you to see him, then even face to face, you would never realize he’s there.
This is just how he is—even a chance encounter is the same.
There was no need to hide anything; wanting to restore this hidden realm was simply an interest that arose on a whim. He didn’t mind that the True Dragon would show up.
Unexpected encounters often leave behind little fragments worth reminiscing about. You never know when they’ll happen, but they always leave. For the True Dragon of Divine Land, this brought a new layer of understanding.
His mere existence feels "in harmony" with the world. As long as he exists, everything makes sense. Not abrupt, not out of place, not intentional—like looking at water and seeing fish in it, or looking at the sky and seeing clouds. Natural.
Suddenly, the True Dragon realized the root of her discomfort from the very beginning. It was exactly this reason: that his presence always made sense. Because of it, he could easily enter anyone’s thoughts—naturally, seamlessly.
This instinctual resistance was destined to be overwhelmed by the "logic" of his presence.
Once you realize this, you find yourself unable—and powerless—to change it. From within your own thoughts, beyond conscious control, this sense of “rightness” has already been deeply imprinted.
When he’s not in front of you, you don’t think of him at all. Subconsciously, it’s as if he doesn’t exist. But when anything related to him appears, he naturally dominates every corner of your mind again.
Such a presence… is terrifying.If he’s not present, it feels like he doesn’t exist. But if he is, he fills everything.
At some point, Luo Qiu had already left the valley. Or perhaps, he had never really left. Maybe he just erased the logic of his presence from her mind… Long Xiruo couldn’t be sure.
Outsiders say the True Dragon of Divine Land is invincible. She knows herself that, at best, she can only survive in limited situations—not because she’s strong, but because the world is weak, including herself.
The swing swayed… but the hands that once pushed it were gone. She felt that, for some time, he wouldn’t appear again.
“Tch, whatever!”
…
The True Dragon’s words left a deep impression on Mo Xiaofei—or rather, after learning about the True Dragon and her role in Divine Land, something shifted within him.
He felt like he was crawling on the ground… and the True Dragon was the goal he needed to strive toward. It aligned with his beliefs.
Since returning, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Windchaser—not even blinking.
This confused Windchaser. If he’d been staring into space because of relationship problems, why was the big guy staring at him? Without blinking?
“Is there something on my face, Big Bro?”
“No, I just want to really take a good look at you.” Mo Xiaofei said seriously. “Windchaser, don’t worry. I’ll always stay by your side. No matter what happens, I won’t leave you.”
“Oh…” Windchaser instinctively nodded.
We all need encouragement from close ones—whether it’s a hug, a word, or a glance. Windchaser suddenly felt better. He wasn’t someone who dwelled on sadness. Growing up wandering, he’d learned how to lift his own spirits.
Despite the skepticism from the wolf clan guards, Windchaser was still Master Windchaser.
“Big Bro! Will you come with me somewhere?”
Of course.
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Windchaser returned once again to the place where Zi Xing was resting—this time openly. After just an afternoon and a night, when Lang Wu and Lang Yong saw this little demon again, they sensed something had changed in him.
“You again, brat? Didn’t we tell you not to disturb the young master?” Lang Yong scowled. He didn’t want to go too far, especially since this kid had saved Zi Xing twice.
The wolf clan were proud, but they repaid kindness.
Mo Xiaofei stayed silent, curious what Windchaser wanted to do. He too had once been a small, determined kid, wanting to express himself.
Now, Windchaser stood with hands on his hips, looking boldly skyward. Mo Xiaofei couldn’t help but smile—this was the Windchaser he knew.
“I’m Windchaser!” the little demon shouted.
The two wolf guards exchanged glances. What was the kid doing now?
“Wind! As in Windchaser! Chase! As in Windchaser! Someday, I’ll make this name known across the world!”
This wasn’t arrogance—it was confidence and conviction.
Lang Yong liked this look. He didn’t know what breed of wolf Windchaser was, but no matter the bloodline, all wolves needed that wolfish spirit.
“Very good. I’ll be waiting! But if you fail, don’t ever show up again. I’ll take it as empty words!”
Lang Yong’s tone wasn’t harsh, but Lang Wu could hear the smile in his voice.
Suddenly, the doors behind them burst open.
Zi Xing, the young master of the Greedy Wolf Clan, stepped out with a blank expression.
In that moment, all of Windchaser’s bravado disappeared. Panic took over… Mo Xiaofei remained expressionless, though he was holding back laughter.
Cool for three seconds—that’s all he lasted.
“Zi—Zi Xing! I-I just now… just now…” Windchaser stammered, completely flustered.
Lang Yong wanted to help. He’d started liking this gutsy kid and didn’t want him to leave a bad impression on the young master.
But then, something no one expected happened.
Zi Xing knelt with utmost reverence, lowering his forehead to the ground. “Zi Xing greets the Wolf Lord…”
Lang Wu’s mouth dropped.
Lang Yong’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He thought the young master must’ve been knocked senseless during the Mount Tai battle… after all, the Greedy Wolf Clan only had one wolf lord: the one with the ancient bloodline of Greedy Wolf.
“Lang Yong, Lang Wu,” Zi Xing said without lifting his head. “I’ve verified the wolf lord’s power myself. Show no disrespect.”
The guards were stunned speechless.
“W-What’s happening?” Windchaser looked helplessly at Mo Xiaofei and whispered, “I didn’t even get to say the ‘Thirty years east, thirty years west, don’t bully the poor youth’ line…”
Mo Xiaofei couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.
…
People left, and demons left too. Croaching Dragon Estate became noticeably quieter.
Two days after the press conference, the Daoists and Demons all departed. Daoist Baijie returned to Kunlun with his disciples. Daoist Master Huanyang went back to Quanzhen Dao.
Everyone had their own place to go. Staying any longer was meaningless. Some things needed to be processed back at their own sects, and plans needed to begin.
The demon clans left even more quietly. By sunrise, most were already gone.
Windchaser had muddled his way into becoming the Greedy Wolf Clan’s Wolf Lord—fulfilling one of his wishes: to always be able to see Zi Xing.
But the reality didn’t quite match his imagination—because it was hard to even get a proper conversation with her.
The Wolf Lord needed to return to the highlands—to where the Greedy Wolf Clan currently lived. This was his mission. But Mo Xiaofei thought there was no need to rush and suggested returning first to where Windchaser used to live.
It was hard to contact his master Long Xiruo from Croaching Dragon Estate, but back home, there wouldn’t be so many restrictions. Perhaps his master could give some proper advice about all this.
So instead of heading to the highlands, their group went south.
…
Dr. Zhao, Jiang Zuo, and a large group of researchers insisted on staying. There were still too many things unexplored here. After all, this place had once connected to the Penglai Treasure Vault and even acted as a rift channeling spiritual energy from the earth.
Fresh, unknown, and unexplainable phenomena—exactly what scientists live for. To them, this was like gold miners arriving at a rich mountain.
Their pants were already down—of course they’d dig in!
The Management Bureau's R&D division also made significant breakthroughs… Dr. Zhao even submitted a proposal to build a new research facility near Croaching Dragon Estate.
It was approved.
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The Firecloud Evil God left early. That day, he drank half the wine he brought and spilled the rest. Then, he quietly vanished before everyone else.
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Yan Xiaoxi also led his team away. Follow-up matters at Mount Tai would be handled by regular departments. He had to return to prepare for the various situations—or rather, turbulence—that might arise.
…
Leng Feng and others received a special assignment: to locate foreign individuals hiding among the public with ill intent.
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Young Master Song began to flex his playboy-level social skills. Backed by the massive funds of the Song Dynasty, he not only managed humanitarian relief efforts but also handled other tasks with ease.
Princess Chuyang rarely appeared in public, only offering daily martial guidance to Young Master Song. She had no other instructions for now.
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Mo Mo left three days after the press conference, taking Zhan’er with him. As the young Heavenly Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, he no longer needed medical equipment to care for Zhan’er.
When he left, only a small nurse who had been caring for Zhan’er in the underground medical room came to see him off.
She seemed eager to get Mo Mo’s contact info.
Mo Mo didn’t give it. Instead, he handed her a protective charm.
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Mr. Blind set off northward with Du Lin, Miss Gong, and a group of surviving Daoist and Demon members who had gathered in recent days. Their destination: the northern grasslands—a place connected to Divine Land, yet across national borders, intimately linked.
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Gong Fanxing, along with a middle-aged man who had removed his yellow robe, reached the coast and booked a ship headed south, toward the Minnan region.
It’s said there are still descendants of the Zhao royal family living there.
The man gave himself a new name—no longer using "Zhao," but "Song" instead… Song Kuangyin.
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The unlucky duo sped away the same way they came. Back in the magic capital, using a few tricks, the "Suzuki Chun Xin" young master who arrived so proudly left with his tail between his legs.
Funny enough, he bumped into the same flight attendant from his arrival… and she secretly tracked his trip.
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Su Zijun left without a word, taking Gui Ying and Kui Qianyi straight back to Xuanyuan Palace. She said she had to “clean house” and teach the old fogies of the Qian Department a lesson—especially now that even the most outstanding heir of the Gongsun family, Gongsun Shiyu, had died young. They better not keep trying to match her with some fiancé.
With her cursed fate, anyone she married would drop dead. If they didn’t want the Gongsun family to die out, they should keep looking.
A scathing tongue taught by the True Dragon herself—Su Zijun had clearly surpassed the master.
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Wang Hu didn’t know where he was going next. For now, he could only follow Bu Bugao.
Bu Bugao had been ordered to provide support elsewhere. The Bureau had suffered significant manpower losses and was now short-staffed. Fortunately, the assignment wasn’t in a remote location.
He had initially planned to recommend Wang Hu to the Management Bureau—after all, they couldn’t waste a walking powerhouse like him.
But then Bu Bugao had a little scheme. If Wang Hu were officially accepted, he’d be given elite agent status or higher. No way a rookie like him would get to be Wang Hu’s partner.
No partner = no shared credit = no glory.
So, Bu Bugao shamelessly skipped the recommendation. Instead, he used his basic authority as a junior agent to select his own logistics personnel—and added Wang Hu to his support team.
It was simpler this way. No need to report to HQ—just notify a local branch. As for Wang Hu’s ID…
Wang Hu, tiger demon. Birthplace: South China. Demon age: 110. New immigrant… OK!
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On the Harmony Express, the little butterfly demon hadn’t spoken a single word to the True Dragon.
“…C’mon, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to tear your book. I’ll buy you a new one when we get back, okay?”
The True Dragon of Divine Land, usually tough as nails, was helpless before the little butterfly’s sad puppy eyes. She had no choice but to lower her head.
“Hmph…”
Wait, she’s sulking?
Damn it… that shady merchant’s definitely rubbed off on her!
…
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With dark circles under her eyes and a worn-out face, Ren Ziling yawned and stared at her reflection in the elevator mirror.
The floors climbed slowly.
When she opened the door at home, she saw a familiar figure wearing an apron, moving between the kitchen and the living room.
There were red-braised lion’s head meatballs, steaming sweet rice wine dumplings, and a tray of fragrant steamed ribs being brought out.
Ren Ziling blinked. She dropped her luggage on the floor without a care, spread her arms, and ran over pitifully, “Son! Hug me!”
“Wash your hands.” Luo Qiu calmly moved her claws aside with a spoon, completely heartless.
“You’ve changed…”
Still the loser dog in the end.
(End of Chapter)