I Don't Agree to the Terms
Chapter 355 - 203: A Regular Transmigrator Loses the Mission Due to a BUG_2

Chapter 355: Chapter 203: A Regular Transmigrator Loses the Mission Due to a BUG_2

Judging from the other party’s conduct and demeanor, the transmigrator was unlikely to have been an ordinary person before his transmigration. He was very likely one of those successful people who had won at life.

"That’s right, but this Shen Heng has had a tough time recently, being hunted continuously. Yet this man has some cunning tricks, managing to escape over and over. What’s more, he has even been able to turn the tables and kill those who were after him. If this guy doesn’t die, in the future another might emerge in the Upper Three Realms," Zhu Xiang also exclaimed with emotion.

He was, of course, well aware of the dangers involved.

Had it been him, he would have been dead and dismembered long ago.

"If he truly survives, it won’t just be the Upper Three Realms, he might even have the potential to ascend," Gu Shanhai’s words also gave Zhu Xiang a shock.

He silently marveled, ’I never expected he would have such high hopes for this Shen Heng.’

The topic was quickly glossed over, and Zhu Xiang continued to talk about matters related to Shen Heng.

Now, information concerning Shen Heng did not need to be directly sought out, as it was everywhere. After all, aside from the Chengyun Sect, only Shen Heng, a Loose Cultivator, possessed the means to evade disasters and Heavenly Tribulations—it made sense to go after the easier target.

Seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, Zhu Xiang spoke up with some difficulty, "Fellow Daoist, I have a favor to ask this time."

"Go ahead and speak," Gu Shanhai responded, not immediately agreeing, as he wasn’t exactly clear about what the other wanted.

He normally didn’t have the habit of directly reading others’ thoughts. If the other party were to notice, it might lead to a fight to the death.

It was also a very impolite practice, and as someone who bore the title of a righteous and chivalrous man, Gu Shanhai naturally understood the importance of manners.

"I have a son, now eight years old, who has not yet entered the Dao. I wish to ask you, my younger brother, to take him as your disciple," Zhu Xiang hesitated, but in the end blurted out his request.

"Brother, you speak as if we are strangers," Gu Shanhai said slowly.

Zhu Xiang was pleased to hear this, thinking the matter was settled.

But then Gu Shanhai continued at his own pace with a ’but.’

"But I am only a beginner in Foundation Establishment, how can I compare to Brother who is the seasoned senior at the Purple Palace stage? I’m not worthy to take Brother’s son as a disciple. It truly embarrasses me, so please, Brother Zhu, do not bring this up again," Gu Shanhai refused indirectly, yet politely.

He was well aware of what the other had in mind, which was nothing more than trying to indirectly get his son into the Chengyun Sect.

Of course, if he truly wanted to get into the Chengyun Sect, it wouldn’t be impossible, but this sly old fox was clearly playing tricks with him.

Not entering the Chengyun Sect at the age of eight implied two possibilities: either his son’s aptitude was too poor, or he was too reluctant to part with him.

From what it looked like, it was the latter. Once these children entered the Chengyun Sect, it meant separation from their parents.

He obviously couldn’t bear it and wanted to leave his son with Gu Shanhai, to enjoy the resources of the Chengyun Sect while staying by his side.

How could Gu Shanhai possibly agree to such a request, treating him like a fool?

Zhu Xiang also understood Gu Shanhai’s meaning and didn’t dare to bring it up again.

Now that the other party had refused in a rather tactful way, they could both save face. If Zhu Xiang had persisted, Gu Shanhai would probably have started to distance himself from him.

Zhu Xiang had hoped to take advantage of Gu Shanhai’s youth to concoct a plan. As it turned out, things went well enough, as at least Gu Shanhai had given him face.

"It’s alright, you’re busy on normal days, indeed it wouldn’t be right to bother you with my unworthy son," Zhu Xiang smoothly moved on from the topic.

"Brother, with such dragon’s poise and phoenix’s grace, it is I who fall short. How could I possibly teach your nephew’s heavenly talent," Gu Shanhai casually complimented, since flattery cost nothing, he gave it freely.

The two exchanged praises for a while longer, and then Zhu Xiang rose to bid his farewell and left.

After everyone had left, Gu Shanhai began his divination.

"It seems it’s not any kind of scheme; they really just want to foist someone onto me."

In Gu Shanhai’s eyes, such a trivial matter hardly counted as scheming, merely a bit of cunning. At least Zhu Xiang had the self-awareness to back off after realizing it was futile, unlike some who were blind to reality, thinking they were so close to Gu Shanhai that they had the right to make decisions for him.

Gu Shanhai was not someone who coddled such individuals.

They didn’t even have a strong relationship; he hadn’t accepted their gifts, and whenever he helped, he was fully compensated with resources. It wasn’t as if he owed them anything; at best, they were fair-weather friends.

Each and every one of these Loose Cultivators acted solely because they respected the power of Chengyun Sect behind Gu Shanhai. Otherwise, how many would genuinely get close to him? Some were probably even considering killing him to seize the Five Elements Sect as their own base.

Therefore, he shouldn’t take these Loose Cultivators too seriously; they were not much different from opportunists.

"It’s strange, though. Shen Heng has lost all his destiny and fortune; why hasn’t he died? It’s improbable that even a genius could survive so many life-and-death crises."

Gu Shanhai was puzzled. Logically, without the protagonist’s halo, many of the unreasonable aspects of the protagonist’s story would be rationalized.

Like being saved from high-realm chasers by timely interventions.

"Wait, could it be that his Golden Finger has activated?" Gu Shanhai suddenly thought of this.

Previously, Gu Shanhai always conflated the Golden Finger with destiny and fortune, but now, upon closer inspection, it seemed incorrect.

Shen Heng’s fortune was bestowed by the Xuanji Realm and, after being taken away by Gu Shanhai, was of course gone.

But the Golden Finger might not necessarily go away; perhaps it was a safeguard granted by Shen Heng’s original world before he transmigrated. The two were not one and the same.

It was like some transmigrators who traversed worlds through paintings, statues, game cheats, etc., and carried the corresponding Golden Fingers. Shen Heng’s transmigration must be of this type.

This meant that even if he wasn’t the protagonist, the Golden Finger gifted by his previous world still allowed him to thrive.

Destiny and fortune were just supplementary to Shen Heng, not essential.

"Indeed, as long as they are official transmigrators, the treatment is good." Gu Shanhai wasn’t envious of the other’s Golden Finger, as most of these were bound types. If players killed Shen Heng, there was indeed a chance of looting it, but such a chance was negligible.

Where there are official transmigrators, there are also illegal ones, and these types usually lead to world calamities without the boon of a Golden Finger. Of course, such transmigrators don’t live long. Being illegal means they haven’t gone through proper procedures, thus the environment and rules will naturally deteriorate their condition irreversibly, leading to death.

If not death, the world would lend a hand.

Not like Shen Heng, who was not only equipped with a Golden Finger but also went through disinfection and adaptive evolution to fit in.

Usually, regular transmigrating protagonists carry tasks, having work to do. Why would you get a free ride for nothing? The world isn’t foolish.

"Hiss~ I’ve turned the protagonist, who should have been the purger, into one who plunders; the antivirus software has turned into a virus..."

Gu Shanhai took a sharp breath. If Shen Heng, with both destiny and a Golden Finger, had come to incite a cataclysm and deal with these troublesome Cultivators, then without his destiny, he would not be burdened by the corresponding responsibilities. Instead, he could make even better use of the Golden Finger’s effects.

This made Shen Heng’s potential for harm max out.

"If Shen Heng doesn’t die, the Xuanji Realm is really in for a disaster!"

Worse yet, the Xuanji Realm could not actively purge Shen Heng, who had turned from an antivirus into a virus, as it was a matter of external diplomacy.

Sending someone over to help you clean up a virus and then, due to your own blunder, killing them? That wouldn’t be slaying Shen Heng, but slapping the face of the world whence Shen Heng transmigrated.

"This BUG is quite serious; I wonder if the Xuanji Realm has a way to install a new destiny onto Shen Heng." Gu Shanhai commented, understanding now why his previous Heavenly Tribulation was so fierce. Put in his place, facing someone like himself who had made such a mess, he would also make sure to handle him severely.