109. Sisters Finally Prove Their Worth

Chen Sheng put on his clothes and pushed the door open.

“Old Chen, did you shed your skin or something? Or did you wash off that much dirt?” Although Yu Youxin had long seen through it clearly, and had admired Chen Sheng’s figure several times over, she still put on a very surprised expression at this moment.

But knowing her acting skills weren’t great, she deliberately covered half her face with her hand to reduce the chance of being caught.

Chen Sheng pretended not to hear her.

After all, it was hard to explain.

Yu Youxin’s words made Chen Sheng realize something: his skin had turned too pale, almost unnatural, like carved white jade. It would be difficult for anyone familiar with him not to ask a few questions.

So, after some thought, Chen Sheng asked his bald superior for leave.

As for the reason—his sister had her leg broken by their father because of a tattoo, so he needed to go mediate and take care of her for a few days.

Though Chen Youyou only thought this and never acted on it and was even persuaded by him, it didn’t stop Chen Sheng from using it as an excuse now.

After hanging up, Chen Sheng successfully got his leave. His annual leave was still untouched. Besides, a certain “Xiao Xu” who had a private office at the hospital—either bored from doing nothing all day or for other reasons—volunteered to cover Chen Sheng’s shifts, allowing him to take a half-month long vacation all at once!

“Half a month should be enough to get my skin tone back, right?” Chen Sheng pondered.

But he wasn’t sure. His current state was too strange. Because of a bizarre exercise method, he had transformed into another form!

What was more peculiar was that after the initial shock, he quickly accepted it.

There was no trace of discomfort in his heart.

It was as if he had long anticipated this all along.

“I wonder if this was really left behind by some ancient immortal, or a being from another dimension?” Chen Sheng mused.

He felt the latter was more likely.

Because if immortals truly existed, what they left behind should have been teachings on cultivating immortality! After all, those who mastered it should be surrounded by an aura of transcendence.

But his transformed appearance, if explained by the immortal theory, was no different from a demon.

Therefore, Chen Sheng believed it was something left by beings from another dimension!

This strange exercise method wasn’t designed for humans, which explained why it felt so odd and why the movements contradicted the normal human body structure.

Although he hadn’t yet practiced it in the blood-red liquid state, Chen Sheng could clearly feel that after transforming into that state, the bizarre exercise seemed to make more sense, and many aspects suddenly became normal.

“Old Chen, what are you muttering about? Half a month?” Yu Youxin asked.

“Nothing, just thinking if the ancient ‘immortals’ might have been those landlords and gentry,” Chen Sheng calmly shifted the topic.

Yu Youxin heard this clearly and knew it wasn’t what he had just been saying, but his words sparked her curiosity, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you say that?”

“From the perspective of ancient laborers, landlords and gentry didn’t have to work, nor did they have to do much, yet they ate well and dressed warmly, and were very particular about their food. For laborers, wasn’t that like living as immortals beyond the three realms and outside the five elements?” Chen Sheng explained with some forced logic.

This was a baseless guess from his youthful, rebellious days.

“So, Old Chen, you don’t believe in immortals?”

Chen Sheng nodded.

“What about Buddha and Bodhisattvas?”

“Neither,” Chen Sheng said.

“Then do you prefer Taoist priests or monks?”

After a moment’s thought, Chen Sheng replied, “I’m not fond of monks, nor do I particularly like Taoist priests.”

“Why?”

“Because both professions are male,” Chen Sheng said flatly, glancing at her. Though he had been single since birth, his orientation had always been towards the opposite sex.

“Who asked you that?” Yu Youxin puffed out her cheeks, seemingly displeased with his answer.

“Well, why did you suddenly ask this? Are you thinking of becoming a nun and hesitating between being a Buddhist nun or a Taoist nun? Want me to help you decide?” Chen Sheng suddenly understood and immediately stated his opinion: “I think Taoist nun is better because you don’t have to cut your hair, and wearing traditional Taoist attire you’d look even better.”

That was Chen Sheng’s sincere opinion.

After all, he had seen how pretty she looked with her hair down, and wearing traditional clothes, even if not as breathtaking as a fairy descending to earth, would still give her the refined beauty of a girl under blossoming flowers in simple clothes.

Yu Youxin rolled her eyes at Chen Sheng and then said, “After the Lost Mist swallows Upper Sanjiang City, the Bone Dao Lord and the Corporeal Bodhisattva should appear. You can pick one to fight.”

“Bone Dao Lord? Corporeal Bodhisattva? Is this some kind of special rare monster compensating players after the random cataclysm in this healing game?” Chen Sheng asked.

“You could see it that way,” Yu Youxin curled her lips; it wasn’t really a “compensation,” but if you beat them, you could get some benefits.

It was like how where there are venomous snakes, there’s always an antidote nearby; near where nails are driven in, there’s a repair shop; or where old men gather, there’s a restroom a few steps away.

Even after more than a thousand years, she wasn’t sure if the Bone Dao Lord and Corporeal Bodhisattva still existed.

When she was alive, these two were things that could stop crying infants because they were fierce spirits.

Their value lay in creating a terrifying atmosphere.

“When can we log into this healing game?” Chen Sheng asked again, wanting to clarify so as not to mistakenly blame those “special rare monsters.”

“Tomorrow,” Yu Youxin said. The Lost Mist wasn’t continuous; it only appeared for a few hours each time. Moreover, time flowed faster in that world than here.

If it weren’t for safety reasons, there would be no need to wait until tomorrow.

Chen Sheng nodded and gestured for her to sit over there. He sat down on the sofa as well.

Then Chen Sheng brought up a sensitive topic: “What’s the novel you’re writing? Can I see it? You can’t still be writing it, right?”

The girl who originally wanted to refuse had to hold back those words, softly humming twice, then opened her computer and quickly began typing on the keyboard.

“Are you writing it on the spot?”

“No, I’m preparing to register as an author.”

Chen Sheng: “…”

He looked over and saw her struggling to pick a pen name, so he said, “If you really can’t think of one, just call yourself Madame Niu!”

And with that, the story continued.