Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 355: Death (Silver Extra)

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Death (Silver Extra)

Time flew by.

In the year 678 of the Federation Calendar, Jones had a lovely pair of twins.

At the same time, with Zhong Shenxiu’s help, he had just barely passed through the Pure White Wilderness, becoming an "Exceptional One"!

It’s worth mentioning that, a few years earlier, Carmela and Jennifer had already reached this step.

Yet these two sisters were particularly worrisome, not seeking boyfriends, seemingly content with the prospect of a solitary life.

In this aspect, Zhong Shenxiu couldn’t be bothered to intervene.

After all, he wasn’t really their big brother; there was no need for him to worry that much.

Besides... as long as they were happy, it was fine.

Not only that, he didn’t feel anything special towards the two nieces and nephews, Solo and Lillian, either.

Perhaps this was the mindset of a "transmigrator" at play, or maybe it was a change that came after a "longevity" obtained a prolonged lifespan.

After all, the two greatest primal desires of humans are survival and reproduction.

In the end, it’s all about seeking to last for as long as possible!

And once one attains longevity, or even immortality, those two desires are thoroughly overshadowed.

"However... I feel that it might still be the influence of the curse, my accumulation of madness has become even more terrifying..."

Zhong Shenxiu stood in the shadows, watching the two children playing excitedly on the lawn, and the Mojito family, who were not present.

These past years, he had been meeting them less and less.

"After all... I am but a passerby, a stranger..."

He sighed and returned to the Spirit Realm.

Over the past decade, new ’Perfected Ones’ had gradually emerged within the Federation.

After quelling the chaos at home, there were now ambitious voices in the council calling for a renewal of exploration outside, to reclaim the colonies.

And Zhong Shenxiu was indifferent to this.

His only interest was to explore and explore within the Spirit Realm...

By now, he had expanded the map of the Federation by tenfold.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t discovered any clues about the "Ascension Altar".

...

The year 700 of the Federation Calendar.

More than twenty years had passed.

Zhong Shenxiu felt more and more that the Spirit Realm was infinitely vast. In comparison, the real world seemed tiny, like an isolated island in the midst of a vast sea.

His hallucinatory problems were getting worse, and the dark veins had spread not just to his arms but now also to his chest.

At this rate, they would eventually cover his entire body.

Cocktail Castle.

The saplings planted in the castle had grown into towering trees.

The air of nouveau riche once surrounding it had settled down, acquiring a taste of historical depth.

In the Federation now, the Mojito Consortium was a leading power, even gaining substantial profits from overseas expansion.

Yet at this moment, the entire castle was permeated with a sorrowful atmosphere.

Pure white daisies were everywhere, as a funeral was being held.

Zhong Shenxiu, dressed in a black suit, walked through the corridors somewhat dazedly.

Approaching him was a statue of a woman made of plaster: "Without saving me... you will die too!"

He was dazed, but made no move to intervene.

A mass of tentacles nearly reached him, before dissolving into nothing again.

In their place, only Carmela stood there, her voice chilly: "You finally came..."

"Take me to see."

Zhong Shenxiu heaved a sigh, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Carmela, clad in a black dress, led Zhong Shenxiu to a hall. The spacious hall contained only a single coffin at this time, surrounded by fresh flowers, and the middle-aged Jones lay inside.

Jennifer, with a small white flower pinned to her chest, was comforting Jones’s wife and children.

"He was too hasty..." Carmela, standing beside Zhong Shenxiu, sighed, "The Crimson River is not so easily crossed... but his life had been too smooth in the first half, and as he reached middle age, he felt the passage of life, the fear of death... these all forced him to make that decision. He was overly proud too, telling us he could solve the problem, that we didn’t need to seek your help..."

Zhong Shenxiu remained silent.

Transmigrators’ souls were only enhanced; it didn’t really add much to their lifespan.

But Jones couldn’t wait.

He was already middle-aged; if he waited any longer, he feared he would lack the energy and determination needed for the subsequent ascensions.

Indeed, this man probably hoped to become a longevity too.

But it had to be admitted that most people in this world didn’t have the talent.

The consequence of forced ascension was having one’s soul washed away by the Crimson River.

If it hadn’t been for the crowd of people arranging protections in reality, perhaps his body would have mutated into a monster, bringing harm to his family.

Zhong Shenxiu sighed and placed the bouquet in front of the coffin.

Ascension was something even he didn’t have many solutions to.

Even with the most luxurious support setup, whether one could succeed in the end depended on personal quality, character, and a bit of luck.

Clearly, although Jones had made the external conditions optimal, his own qualities weren’t up to par, and he still failed!

"You are ’ascended’ now?"

He looked at his two sisters and said solemnly, "Climbing the Golden Sky-reaching Tower is even more dangerous than crossing the Crimson River, and I don’t want you to take the risk."

In this area, he could provide little help.

After all, Heavenly Show Points could only help one’s own bloodline evolve, not assist others.

As for Jennifer and Carmela’s mystic qualifications? They were only a bit better than Jones, but by how much was hard to say.

Zhong Shenxiu had detailed records from before the Federation.

The most recent census estimated a population of over one hundred million.

And among them, there were fewer than fifty perfects!

"Rest assured, we won’t be so reckless, and even if we do seek to break through, it would be at the moment when our lifespans are almost exhausted... ’Ascended’ ones usually live up to about a hundred years old, only by becoming ’perfects’ can one live for several hundred years..."

Carmela replied as such, "Also, there’s Jones... he left behind a mess of troubles, especially so many mistresses and illegitimate children... Some of them have no clue about the mystical world and still desperately want to claim a share of the company’s stock, even usurp control of the Consortium. After all, Jones is still officially the helm of the Mojito Consortium."

At this, she couldn’t help but scoff.

"These are minor issues; you and Jennifer can decide on them yourselves."

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand.

As long as he was here, these matters that hardly counted as squalls were simply an interesting diversion in day-to-day life.

"Well, I mean to have Solo succeed, but he’s still too naïve, so Jennifer and I will act as guardians and give him another hand."

Carmela replied offhandedly.

It seemed her feelings for Jones’s descendants weren’t that deep.

"I am leaving."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed again.

He felt another wave of hallucinations approaching.

"You..."

Carmela, her bosom heaving with anger as if her emotions had suddenly erupted, said, "Why are you always like this? Don’t you care for your family at all?"

But in Zhong Shenxiu’s vision, her face had already turned gray, countless tendrils bursting forth from her body as if incubating something terrifying...

"I’m sorry!"

He sighed once more and quickly escaped into the Spirit Realm.