Chapter 335

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Chapter 335: The Reminiscence of the Celestial Fox: Volume 2

The next morning at Kamitsumi Shrine, a group of people gathered once again. Five sword witches, along with Bai Wei and Hokusinn Kichyō, were present.

Bai Wei said nothing about the events of the previous day, and Hokusinn Kichyō showed no eagerness to recall the events of the night before.

Kamitsumiwoikirihime briefly explained the situation, while Kokonohana Nori assured that the shrine would handle what was to come next.

Everything seemed to have ended in a joyful, celebratory manner. Yet, the trouble caused by the commotion left behind lingering difficulties.

Kokonohana Nori couldn’t leave yet, so Kiriko Mizuko, who had only sustained minor injuries, stayed behind to handle the work.

Igarashi Shimizu brought Yoshine Ise, while Bai Wei brought Saki Jingūji. They waited for Jingūji’s private car to arrive before heading back to Edo.

For now, Hokusinn Kichyō had no plans to return to the Hokusinn household. She wrote a letter for Bai Wei to deliver to Hokusinn Xuanma and intended to stay near Kamitsumiwoikirihime for the time being. Many matters needed clarification between them.

Though Kuya had passed away, her status as a water goddess remained. Now, Hokusinn Kichyō possessed both the essence of a mountain goddess and a water goddess, making her a complete deity, not a half-human deity.

She didn’t feel joy about this, but she couldn’t disregard Kuya’s efforts. She needed more time to become familiar with both divine powers. The power of the earth deity could be freely wielded within Yingzhou, but it was a different story beyond that. Additionally, she needed to refine her sword skills.

Once she had important matters to attend to, she wouldn’t be so tied to Bai Wei’s side.

Love is not everything in life, nor can it bear the weight of one’s entire existence. Hokusinn Kichyō’s life was not hers alone.

When Hokusinn Kichyō expressed her intention to leave, Bai Wei’s surprised expression showed a hint of contemplation. This contemplation lasted for over half an hour.

As Shimizu and Ise chatted away during the ride, Bai Wei sat lost in thought. Then, a sudden realization struck him.

“I understand now.”

This realization intrigued the two sword witches.

Bai Wei’s strength had grown so formidable that, with further understanding, he might soon reach the realm where one could hold a sword in hand, but not in the heart.

However, what Bai Wei realized wasn’t about these things, but something else entirely.

He had figured out how to escape from the troublesome battlefield of Asuras.

Bai Wei was determined to marry eight wives. He couldn’t end up hanging from a tree.

And he realized that those who pursue love often have one key prerequisite—time.

Many high school love stories don’t falter because of parents, but because they’re drowned in exam questions. First love doesn’t disappear; it’s just that when faced with more sets of test papers, the courage to confess is lost. It’s a classic example where reality crushes emotions.

Only those who are idle and bored have time for fun.

Love exhausts the spirit, consumes time, and drains money. As long as there’s no energy and no time, that’s enough.

Thus, it can be said—find them something to do.

Even Hokusinn Kichyō, who’s usually very aggressive, and Saki Jingūji, who inflicts high damage, cannot monitor him for twenty-four hours.

The former has a family business, and the latter has a job. But when they’re busy, their minds naturally stray from thoughts of men, much like a skilled swordsman who is focused. Useless love stories only hinder progress in wielding a sword and slaying monsters.

When love becomes a stumbling block to reality, it deserves to be heartlessly discarded.

At that moment, Bai Wei realized that his desire to marry eight wives might be a more difficult endeavor than he imagined…

Unless they were octuplets.

Or if a person were to split into eight different personalities.

“Wow, this is really difficult,” he sighed.

So, are cloned humans considered siblings? Should he start a Misaka Imouto Project to fulfill his ambition?

Thoughts raced like a wild stallion, never content to run, but instead soaring freely through the sky.

What’s even more terrifying is that Bai Wei had the ability to make it happen. After brief consideration, he began imagining the steps to bring his idea to life.

Bai Wei furrowed his brow, sinking deep into thought.

Shimizu noticed his serious expression and whispered to Ise, “Mr. Bai seems lost in thought again. What do you think he’s pondering?”

Ise replied without hesitation, “It must be related to Saki Jingūji. Her situation is unique, and she’s still in a coma.”

The differences between people are as clear as day.

Woman: He must be thinking about another woman.

Man: Transformers, should I buy life insurance or car insurance?

…

On the way, no more words were exchanged. Bai Wei closed his eyes to rest, having no intention of deepening his connection with the two sword witches.

The best way to appear as a skilled expert is to speak less. Quiet and reserved individuals are either seen as reliable or frightening.

Bai Wei had the intuition of a central air conditioner. With a single glance, he could tell that the affection levels of these two girls were easily above seventy and heading toward eighty. With a little effort, ninety would be simple. Then, he just needed to wait a little longer, and they would eagerly buy him a shiny ring with their hard-earned money.

That’s why there was no need to delay them.

The girls of the shrine were good girls, deserving of a better encounter and a more romantic love story.

He was no pumpkin carriage that took Cinderella to the ball, but rather a muddy carriage used for catching shrimp.

Love might sprout in the pumpkin carriage, but it pretended to be lifeless in the muddy carriage.

Bai Wei’s gaze shifted to Saki Jingūji. She was still asleep, her body wrapped in a sleeping bag. Her vital signs were strong, and her eyeballs occasionally moved beneath her eyelids. Her sleep was restless—she would pull her hand out from the sleeping bag and tug at her own clothes. She seemed to be someone who enjoyed napping.

A purple exclamation mark hovered above her head, signaling that memories from her past life were being loaded.

When Bai Wei saw her earlier, he felt a bit tense. He didn’t expect that after this chapter, there would be a second part coming.

Jingūji’s past memories were clear. She had been the fox immortal and an animal caretaker, the latter now deceased. It seemed like a distant connection.

But what did this purple exclamation mark mean?

Volume Two, The Second World.

It had to be the second world. There must be a reason why the fox immortal became a heroic spirit. The bonds between them spanned not just one lifetime.

After the first world came the second. It was clear even to the least intelligent beings that there was a connection, a bond formed with Bai Wei. Something mysterious had happened, like a magical chemical reaction.

It seemed that Yagyū Simozi was also the reincarnation of Yagyū Yukichiyo, but she wasn’t a heroic spirit. Chao Lu was the reincarnation of Liu Xiaowan, but she too wasn’t a heroic spirit.

Reincarnation was only a necessary condition for becoming a heroic spirit. The true condition was having remarkable strength in one’s previous life.

In fantasy tales, people often talk about “the great emperor reincarnating,” but no one mentions “the reincarnation of a village commoner.”

Reincarnation is like shifting the starting line back to the previous life.

If one doesn’t strive, all expectations from the past life will amount to nothing.

Here begins the ancient tale.

Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a powerful master who devoted his life to cultivation. While others fought, he cultivated. While others seized opportunities, he cultivated. Even when others grew old, he persisted in his cultivation. Eventually, he became a being capable of seeing the River of Light and Shadows.

Everyone admired him, wondering how he could endure such loneliness.

What they didn’t know was that his isolation stemmed from curiosity and discontentment.

In his youth, a mysterious old man had divined his future, revealing that with great effort, he would become a supreme being. However, his fate was poor—his life would be solitary and difficult until old age. It was a fate that could not be changed by force.

Despite trying every method, he never found happiness or success in life.

In his sorrow, he chose to focus entirely on his training, not out of a desire for romantic success, but out of contemplation.

“I have the demeanor of a great emperor. If I were to become an emperor, would I escape this curse by seeing the past or the future?”

So, he continued his endless training. Upon achieving greatness and becoming the mighty emperor, he gazed into the River of Time to reflect on past events.

But to his sorrow, he discovered that his past selves had thought the same way.

A few emperors peered across the River of Time at their past and future selves, and for a moment, they were left speechless.

This is truly a sad story.

Saki Jingūji still lay in a deep slumber, the purple exclamation mark above her head, waiting for the right moment to trigger.

For now, Bai Wei set this matter aside, focusing on the tasks ahead.

First, he needed to address the cultivation of the Golden Tree. A trip to Europa was necessary for this. After carefully considering everything, enough time had passed. It was time to check on Michelle’s situation and bring back a branch of the Golden Tree. Additionally, information about the witches in Yingzhou was needed.

Next, he had to visit Hokusinn’s household to deliver a letter and check on Sakurai Shiru’s condition at the hospital.

Then, they would wait for Jingūji to wake up or for the exclamation mark to trigger. Once that happened, a visit to the shrine would be in order.

Lastly, it was crucial to enhance one’s ability to protect oneself and find a way to quickly replenish the Golden Power. Unfortunately, the Golden Throne’s whereabouts were unknown. Otherwise, it could restore up to thirty percent of its former glory in no time.

Bai Wei tapped his forehead gently, feeling like something had slipped his mind but unable to recall what. Lost in thought, the vehicle stopped, and he arrived home.

Translator: Volume 26 has been translated and published on Amazon