Chapter 378

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Chapter 378: The Wind from Five Hundred Years Ago Reaches the Present

Bai Wei was a bit surprised by the shogun personally taking action.

He had genuinely helped Bai Wei resolve his troubles. But when he thought about it, it actually made sense.

Yingzhou was under the shogun’s control. With the massive disruption caused by the evil deity fighting against him, it was impossible for the shogun to remain unaware.

So, he drew his sword and severed the audacious eye of the evil deity.

Much like Yasuo’s effortless slicing through the void, the shogun controlled his ultimate move with ease, dispatching the enemy in an instant.

The fact that the shogun didn’t cause any more trouble afterward was telling. He hadn’t issued an order to attack Bai Wei. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for him to hold back.

Bai Wei closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind. His soul was depleted and needed time to recover.

With the demise of the evil deity and the shogun’s departure, Bai Wei found himself alone in control of the spiritual realm.

Now, he only needed to stabilize the spiritual realm before he could take the two sword witches out.

Looking down, he realized he hadn’t observed the spiritual realm in a long time. No matter how many times he looked, there was no change. It was all formed by his understanding—a cemetery and a garden.

He stepped forward, moving towards the two sword witches.

Yoshine Ise and Igarashi Shimizu were startled at first, then reacted differently.

Ise was excited, her voice tinged with reverence. “You are…”

But Igarashi Shimizu immediately kneeled, panic in her voice. “Long live Your Majesty! I didn’t mean to peek at these, you can erase my memory or whatever, just please spare my life. I have a seventy-year-old grandmother and a three-year-old sister.”

Ise was taken aback, her brewing emotions and questions fading in an instant.

She noticed the golden eyes and golden hair—completely different from her mentor’s usual appearance. How could an emperor be so gentle, so much like the young man standing before her? Maybe she had mistaken him…

But then, she saw him pass through the transparent layer of the golden garden and into the cemetery.

In the next moment, the golden light faded, and he transformed into a young man with black hair and eyes.

Ise stood frozen, lost for words. Shimizu was in a similar state of shock.

Bai Wei didn’t pay attention to their astonished expressions. Instead, he stretched out his hand, gently touching the nearby tombstone. His fingers traced its rough surface, and his eyes filled with memories, sorrow, and fleeting pain.

The mentor sighed softly, his voice gentle and soothing, sounding like a memory long gone. “Go back. This isn’t a place for you.”

Ise’s throat went dry. The scene unfolding before her revealed a shocking truth from history, causing a ringing in her ears and blurring her vision, as if struck by a bell.

Without realizing it, she asked, “Why?”

It wasn’t entirely her will, but the influence of a girl named Millie.

“How is this possible?” Igarashi Shimizu also collapsed, perhaps not feeling the gloom and loss herself, but sensing it through Sophia, the maid who had served the emperor all her life.

Bai Wei looked at them both, seeing the faces of Sophia and Millie reflected in their expressions.

A moment of shock washed over him. Then, he understood what this meant.

But he had no intention of answering them. The truth was his burden to bear.

Five hundred years had passed. Entangling himself in this truth was pointless. The departed had passed, and their peaceful slumber should not be disturbed.

Knowing the truth would be painful for them, even if those who needed to know had long since passed.

Bai Wei said, “It’s better for you to remain unaware of this matter. Forget it.”

He snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the world dimmed as boundless darkness swallowed the spiritual realm.

The lights turned off.

There was no answer to their questions. Everything dissolved into darkness. The consciousness of the two witches descended into chaos.

They would forget some of what happened here. Selective memory would erase everything.

Sometimes, it’s better not to know, and better still not to remember.

The shining lines began to re-draw the outlines of the world.

Today, the cemetery and golden courtyard were still surrounded by mist and radiance.

But quietly, a tombstone had vanished from the cemetery, and a sculpture was missing from the golden courtyard.

…

Bai Wei left the spiritual realm and returned to his body, feeling waves of dizziness and pain.

His soul power had been excessively depleted.

Yet, he didn’t collapse. Several hands were there to support him.

Five sword witches looked at him with concern, “Mr. White, are you alright?”

“No,” Bai Wei replied, “Both I and they got caught in a strange dream. We thought we couldn’t escape, but then there was a flash of lightning, and we were freed afterward…”

“Lightning?”

“Red thunder,” Bai Wei said.

“It must be the General,” one of the sword witches said confidently. “It seems like the General intervened.”

“The situation is serious,” another sword witch with a ponytail said, her face tense. “The other sisters are guarding outside, and we haven’t seen any followers of the evil god breaking in. No wonder… they were trying to attack us in the dream?”

“But I also fell asleep earlier. Why wasn’t I affected?” one sword witch expressed doubt.

“That doesn’t matter,” Bai Wei said. “The evil god was repelled by the red lightning. Their plan has failed. They’ve likely suffered some damage. They should be nearby, so there’s no need to keep guarding here. Let’s split up and search for them.”

His face was pale, but his mind remained sharp. He teased, “We’re all third-class adventurers, aren’t we? Why not go hunting, ladies? I’m sure you’re all experts at tracking followers of the evil god.”

Several sword witches exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

One straightforward sword witch responded, “That’s right. With so many third-class adventurers, we could easily make at least 500,000.”

The sword witch with a ponytail nodded. “Hurry up.”

“Aren’t you coming?” one puzzled sword witch asked. “Why miss out on this opportunity?”

“I’ll stay behind to take care of the injured,” said the ponytailed witch. “Ise and Shimizu are still unconscious.”

As soon as she said this, the other three sword witches subtly raised their eyebrows and pursed their lips.

Hypocritical, truly hypocritical… Clearly, their intentions weren’t pure.

“Mr. Bai, please lie down on the sofa,” a sword witch in a sailor uniform said. “You look pale. You must be exhausted. Drink some hot water and rest. I’ll use my spiritual power to comfort you.”

Bai Wei assured them there was no serious problem. “It’s okay. I just need a moment of rest.”

“That won’t do,” the witch insisted. “Lie down properly. We’ll take care of you… ‘all of us’.”

Bai Wei had no choice but to lie down on the sofa, and the four girls gathered around him.

The feeling… was almost like being carried in a coffin.

The other sword witches realized the room was too crowded and exchanged glances.

“Aren’t you short on money lately? Go make money quickly! There are so many opportunities to earn 500,000 yen just by walking around!”

“I’m not going,” said one. “This is a priceless opportunity. But you, haven’t you been feeling suppressed by Jingūji? Go earn some credit. Lady funeral attendant will reward you with a small red flower.”

“Huh, Jingūji is still in the hospital. Look, I’m here already, so I’m clearly better than her. What do you understand? You! Don’t act innocent, you’re the most cunning one. I know you hide male model magazines. You must be lusting after Mr. Bai.”

“So what if I am?” another witch replied. “There are more wolves than meat now. I’m happy with what I have. Are you all noble or something?”

Their eyes locked in a silent battle, and the tension was palpable.

During his time as a mentor, Bai Wei had often been injured in battles. Whenever he lay in a hospital bed, disputes would arise over who had the right to care for him.

The first to arrive would be the ordinary ones, concerned but quickly leaving. Then, a group of arrogant ones, with the least combat power, would retreat after a few words. The good-looking ones would settle quietly beside him, offering their care, only to be dragged away by a fierce older sister.

Once the fierce older sister returned, she’d become caring and gentle. But before she could settle, a mischievous younger girl would mock her, revealing her true nature and causing chaos.

At the end, only those with the highest combat power and the determination to ignore everyone else would enter.

Ah, that familiar feeling of déjà vu.

But Bai Wei didn’t mind. Instead, he felt comforted. The wind from five hundred years ago had carried the same scent into the present.