“The fundamental questions of philosophy include two aspects—ding! Host HP restored to 60%—first, who is the origin of the world: existence or thought…”
“Shixiong…”
In a half-asleep state, it seemed someone was calling him.
“Shixiong, Shixiong?”
Mi Dao jolted awake. “Huh? Huh?”
When he looked up, he saw Wei Yaoshuo’s face, handsome enough to make one blush and their heart race. He was momentarily stunned.
The system calmly reminded him. “Host, drool.”
Mi Dao: “!”
He had actually fallen asleep!
Wei Yaoshuo looked at Mi Dao’s dazed expression and almost imperceptibly curled the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across Mi Dao’s face, reddened from the hot spring steam, and said tenderly, “Shixiong, it’s not good to soak in the spirit spring for too long. Let me help you up.”
Mi Dao: “Cough…”
Character setup! The character setup must not collapse!
Mi Dao lowered his eyes, awkwardly and guilt-ridden, he chuckled, “…Sigh, look at me, how useless I am, I fell asleep so carelessly.”
“Shixiong is still recovering from a serious injury, so it’s only natural. You shouldn’t worry too much,” Wei Yaoshuo consoled him, extending his arm into the water to embrace him.
Mi Dao’s face flushed, and he quickly declined. “There’s no need, I can get up by myself.”
Saying this, Mi Dao tried to push himself up, but his vision swam, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were glued to the spring water. He stumbled and fell.
Wei Yaoshuo securely caught him and, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, effortlessly lifted him out of the water, saying softly, “Since Shixiong has difficulty moving, let me take care of it.”
The sound of water splashing echoed in the spacious stone cave, and Wei Yaoshuo’s slightly cool body temperature reached Mi Dao without any obstruction.
His strong arms were firm and powerful, the muscles taut like iron, yet perfectly fitted, with no excess at all.
Mi Dao: “…”
Internally, he screamed like a gopher, “Ah—! Ah—!!! Damn! Did I just touch something!!!”
System: “…”
Mi Dao’s face turned red, “System Daddy, can we have another round of political studies for the exam?”
System: “…Materialism and idealism…”
Hearing the political content, Mi Dao lowered his head in silence, and just like that, he was dried and dressed in sleepwear by Wei Yaoshuo’s magic, then carried out.
Along the way, the scenery of Lingyun Peak was just as before. Odd-shaped rocks, misty clouds, it felt like stepping into a fairyland.
Wei Yaoshuo didn’t use any magic; he simply held Mi Dao and walked slowly, very steadily, directly to the wooden cabin that Mi Dao had built himself years ago at the peak.
Inside the wooden cabin, the furnishings showed no signs of change and were dust-free.
Everything was as it had been, as if he had never left.
This was somewhat unexpected for Mi Dao. He asked, “Shixiong… didn’t you dismantle this place?”
Wei Yaoshuo seemed to sense a hint of expectation on Mi Dao’s face; his expression shifted slightly as he said, devoid of emotion, “The sect leader originally intended to destroy Lingyun Peak, but since I have many disciples, I requested that the sect leader allow me to use it instead.”
Hearing this, Mi Dao sighed.
Sigh, why did his obedient son have to be at odds with the mountain? There were so many minerals in this mountain; if only they could be mined out…
System: “Stop thinking about it; it’s not yours.”
Mi Dao: “……”
After Wei Yaoshuo finished speaking without receiving a response, he looked at Mi Dao’s despondent expression, his own face darkening further.
Once they entered the bedroom, Wei Yaoshuo gently placed Mi Dao on the bed.
Cultivators generally didn’t need sleep, but during the game’s beta testing, many players expressed their dislike for meditating or practicing on hard stone beds. There were also those who wanted—cough, dual cultivation, so the game developers added bed settings.
In Mi Dao’s time, holographic games could intelligently detect players’ ages and physical and mental states, adjusting the content accordingly. Adult players’ needs regarding intimacy could be met, as long as they didn’t violate the law.
Additionally, since holographic games are virtual rather than real, engaging in intimate activities felt very realistic but otherwise was like secretly watching videos or reading novels, or having a spring dream—no need to feel any burden.
As a single young man, Mi Dao found this quite agreeable.
Wei Yaoshuo helped Mi Dao sit up on the bed and then sat down beside him to check his pulse once more.
He nodded slightly, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his serious gaze held an inexplicable reverence, as if what he was feeling was a unique treasure, not just Mi Dao’s pulse.
Mi Dao gazed at his face, somewhat entranced.
His heart stirred, “System, do you think this character can be pursued?”
System: “According to the setting, Ye Wuchang is deeply in love with the obedient son.”
Mi Dao: “……”
Mi Dao looked at Wei Yaoshuo with pained eyes, speechless, tears threatening to fall.
System: “Ding! Friendly reminder: the current script completion is at 85%.”
Mi Dao: “Right, I still have tasks to complete.”
System: “……”
This host is truly something.
After examining him for a moment, Wei Yaoshuo let out a slight breath of relief, relaxing his brow, and smiled lightly. “The sect leader’s magic has been exhausted; Shixiong just needs to rest more, and you should recover in a few days—”
As he spoke, Wei Yaoshuo glanced at Mi Dao, only to find him looking a bit dazed, as if thinking about something—or perhaps someone…
Wei Yaoshuo paused, the smile fading from his eyes.
Mi Dao, snapping back to reality after hearing Wei Yaoshuo’s words, cracked a weak smile, his lips somewhat chapped. “…Thank you.”
Since he had been saved by Wei Yaoshuo, this 15% completion must be closely related to him.
The hidden storylines were randomly selected by the system, but they generally wouldn’t deviate significantly from the established personalities and routes of the original script.
According to the original plot, Wei Yaoshuo would either become the protagonist’s most loyal aide or fall in love with the heroine, Sheng Yiling, and turn into the final boss due to love turning to hate.
But now it seemed like Wei Yaoshuo… didn’t fit either route?
At present, Wei Yaoshuo was already in the Mahayana stage, a highly respected figure in the Sun Heaven Sect, and the protagonist’s most valued junior. By this development, he should logically be on the “protagonist’s loyal buddy” path, yet Mi Dao never expected he would save himself—this villain hated by the protagonist.
If Wei Yaoshuo truly loved the heroine, he should have acted similarly to the protagonist, killing Mi Dao to retrieve his core and save her.
However… as Mi Dao watched Wei Yaoshuo get up to pour tea, his gaze couldn’t help but trace that lean waist and long legs—
What on earth did this enticing guy want?!
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