I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 69 Metamorphosis_1

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Metamorphosis_1

"You... are you threatening me?"

Wu Simiao stretched out his hand in anger, pointing at the smartly dressed beauty, his eyes wide open, and his handsome face twisted due to fury.

Despite Wu Family Group’s higher-up’s scolding, the smartly dressed woman remained indifferent, pushing her gold-rimmed glasses up on her nose without a change in expression, "Mr. Wu, this isn’t a threat, but a warning, a warning from Phoenix Pavilion."

Upon hearing the three words ’Phoenix Pavilion’, Wu Simiao’s arrogance immediately diminished, and just as he was about to speak, Wu Qiyi’s father glanced at him, prompting him to shut his mouth.

Wu Qiyi’s father turned to look at his biological daughter, who had not looked back at him, and sighed lightly, "Little Yun, I admit I did wrong back then; I’ve been repenting for so many years. I hope you understand that even now, I still love your mother."

"Don’t you understand the saying, spilled water can’t be collected again?"

Wu Qiyi said coldly, before elegantly walking away.

After Wu Qiyi and the smartly dressed woman were completely out of sight, Wu Qiyi’s father then turned to Wu Simiao and asked, "You mentioned a young man just now, what’s his name?"

"Li Muyun, recently he has been very close to Little Yun. I investigated his background; he comes from a single-parent family, his mother is a street fortune teller."

"Fortune teller?"

"Oh, you know, those who tell fortunes and do character readings near Chenghuang Temple." Wu Simiao clearly had a significant opinion of you and even deliberately tried to smear you and your mother, "Big brother, think about it, those fortune tellers, how slick they are with words. That kid, Li Muyun, must have used sweet talk to get close to Little Yun, he’s definitely up to no good."

Wu Qiyi’s father pondered for a moment, "Li Muyun... this name, why does it sound so familiar... What’s his mother’s name?"

Wu Simiao thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Ying, Ying as in cherry blossoms."

"And his father?"

"He’s dead, died when he was very young." Wu Simiao went on to elaborate with insinuations, "Big brother, think about it, his mother was so young to lose her husband, and she’s been single all these years, there must be something fishy, I bet this woman must be promiscuous..."

"Enough!" Wu Qiyi’s father scolded, "Gossiping behind someone’s back, is that a behavior befitting an elder?"

"I..."

Wu Qiyi’s father looked on with an exasperated expression, "You’re a grown man, yet you’re still so careless with your actions. If you’re going to investigate someone, you should investigate thoroughly! These three words, Li Muyun, I’m sure I’ve heard them somewhere else, it’s just that it’s been too long, I can’t recall at the moment. Though the surname Xiao is common, I have this vague feeling that this woman is not simple. If she really is from the Xiao Family of Yenjing... Tsk, alright, you stay away from Li Muyun, I’ll have someone else investigate."

"Big brother, is it really necessary?" Wu Simiao wore a puzzled expression.

"You..." Wu Qiyi’s father didn’t even bother to finish his rebuke, "You’ve watched Little Yun grow up since she was a child, don’t you understand her character? Normally she wouldn’t let even strange women get close, let alone the opposite sex. Moreover, when the name Li Muyun was mentioned just now, her heart rate clearly increased, there must be a story there!"

It suddenly dawned on Wu Simiao, who repeatedly gave his brother thumbs up: "Big brother’s insight, brother’s wisdom."

Wu Qiyi’s father turned his head and sighed softly, "You should measure your actions in the future; you can’t mess around like you used to. The old ancestor hasn’t appeared in over two hundred years; she killed the old man effortlessly for the sake of a girl this time. It seems this girl is not simple, not simple at all."

At the mention of their father’s death, Wu Simiao and his sibling clearly showed no sign of grief, as if the deceased was just a passerby.

Suddenly recalling something, Wu Simiao blurted out, "Oh right! Big brother, I remember now, that young man who caused a stir in the banquet hall that day, he is Li Muyun!"

"What?!" Wu Qiyi’s father’s face changed drastically, "Quick, tell me more!"

"That day you weren’t there, you don’t know, ah, that kid has guts, making a ruckus at the old man’s birthday banquet, and then he even left unscathed."

"How did he leave? With the old ancestor?" Wu Qiyi’s father seemed to have grasped something crucial, becoming anxious.

Wu Simiao shook his head and glanced around deliberately before starting to speak, when a sudden breeze carried a hoarse voice of an elderly woman from behind them, "I was the one who let him go."

The Wu siblings hurriedly turned around, and when they saw the elderly woman, they quickly bowed deeply and said in unison, "Mammy."

The old woman didn’t come closer; she simply leaned on her cane, with an expressionless face observing the Wu brothers, "The Wu Family Clan has risen and fallen over more than thirteen hundred years, and now they have reached such a state, it is indeed the blessing of the ancestors. I don’t usually like to intrude on your matters, but there is something you must know."

"Grandson is slow-witted, please enlighten me, Mammy," Wu Qiyi’s father said respectfully.

"Do not rashly interact with Li Muyun, or else the roots of our Wu Family might well be ruined in your hands!"

After speaking, the old woman gradually dissipated in the wind.

This time, Wu Simiao finally realized the gravity of the situation. He hurriedly said to Wu Qiyi’s father, "Big brother, who exactly is this kid?"

"I don’t know, just remember, don’t trouble him in the future, that’s all."

"What about you?"

"Me?" A smile appeared on the face of Wu Qiyi’s father, "After all, I am Little Yun’s biological father, aren’t I?"

After you returned to the dormitory, you chatted idly with Yang Kai and the others for a while. The four of you squeezed together to watch a romance action film from the island country, and then each of you quietly went to take a shower.

Uh, don’t get the wrong idea, it was just showering.

It’s worth mentioning that when you stood naked in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water course over your body, you felt an unprecedented sensation envelop you slowly.

In the past, taking a shower meant the body was the body, water was water, and water was just for rinsing off soap bubbles.

But now it was different. The moment the water cascaded down, you could distinctly feel something cool and silky in the water, seeping into your body through every pore in your skin.

This refreshing breath didn’t flow into meridians and converge in the Dantian as described in martial arts novels. Instead, it slowly merged into every cell of your body, continuously filling it up.

There was a mirror in the bathroom. When you turned your head, you saw that the Magic Seal in your left eye had opened on its own, and a crystal-clear light was beginning to shine in your right pupil. This light was gradually condensing, forming into a brand-new Magic Seal...

One hour later, when you walked out of the bathroom feeling marvelously refreshed, all three roommates looked at you with a strange gaze.

Especially Yang Kai, who still had his computer on, emitting strange sounds like "yi ya, yi da, ha ci" from it.

Yang Kai raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes naturally expressing that understanding look that guys share, "I say, Old Shu, you’re awesome, really something else. To be able to jerk off in the bathroom for an hour, tsk tsk, I envy that stamina."

Alright, you admit that this matter is something you can’t really explain away.

But then again, when you think about it, there’s nothing much to explain. After all, men are all about stamina, endurance, and speed.

Hehe...

After lights out at night, you lying in bed quickly entered a half-sleep state.

Half-sleep means that your mind is somewhat hazy, somewhere between being awake and asleep.

At this time, you vaguely felt as though something was happening to your body, but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. And when you came to full consciousness, that faint sensation was gone without a trace.

After that, you never found that feeling again. You didn’t bother looking for it, simply turned over, closed your eyes, and went to sleep.

You slept extremely well that night, didn’t dream at all. It felt as if you closed and opened your eyes, and eight hours had passed, daylight had come.

The military training for freshmen is carried out in batches. The Faculty of Humanities was quite lucky—you were in the first batch.

Early in the morning, everyone packed up their belongings, got on the bus according to class, and headed to the recruit training base of the military district.

You and Fan Yi were somewhat special, so you were placed into Yang Kai’s class following dormitory arrangements.

Like all the other classes in the Faculty of Humanities, Yang Kai’s class had fewer boys than girls; out of forty people in the class, there were only twelve boys, the rest were girls.

In the army camp, it was unusual for males and females to train together, so all the boys were gathered into an independent company.

The base’s dormitories were quite large, with each room accommodating ten people, which was the size of a class.

When everyone first arrived, it was all very novel, so conversation flowed freely, and people quickly became familiar with each other.

But after two continuous weeks of training, everyone was complaining bitterly. Compared to what was often termed military training for freshmen, this place was practically Hell.

There’s no need to elaborate on the daytime training exercises. They were the same few repetitive and tedious routines you’d seen on many TV shows. Of course, watching from the sidelines and actually doing it are entirely different experiences.

Let’s not talk about those—for a taste of what it was like, just look at what sleep was like at night.

Ten grown men in a small dormitory was like being at a concert site at midnight.

One lead singer (talking in his sleep), four backup singers (gentle snoring), two instrumentalists (grinding teeth), plus two Beatboxers (loud snoring), and one audience member (tossing and turning, unable to sleep). Can you imagine what sort of scene that might have been?

"Beep——"

The shrill sound of the whistle suddenly pierced the quiet night sky, and you, one of the four had snorers, immediately opened your eyes and sat up. Grabbing your clothes beside the bed, you shouted loudly to the others, "Get up quick, emergency assembly!"