The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 143 - 141 What Are Subjects, Can They Be Eaten? (Second Update)

Chapter 143: Chapter 141 What Are Subjects, Can They Be Eaten? (Second Update)

Jiapeng seemed like he was waiting for someone, and when he saw Yun Qi, his eyes lit up. He waved his hand to have his subordinates patrol and quickly came to Yun Qi, crouching down, maintaining a half-kneeling posture, and said sincerely:

"Master Yun, I hope you can forgive my rudeness towards you yesterday."

"It’s fine, I’ve seen many people who don’t trust me," Yun Qi said nonchalantly, waving her hand and reaching out to Jiapeng, "Give it to me."

"Master Yun, you truly possess foresight."

As Jiapeng spoke, he took out a coarse, burlap doll from his bosom.

The doll was awkwardly crafted and pitch-black, clearly made with poor technique. It had large eyes, a high nose bridge, resembling Jiapeng. Its cheeks were painted red and its body was filled with pins.

"I listened to the Little Master’s words yesterday and tricked my girlfriend to leave, then found this under my mattress."

"Hmm, a witch puppet, cursing you. There’s a process—first, your mind becomes foggy, she’s in control, then your essence is depleted and you die. Judging by the number of pins, you’ll lose your will in a few days and become a puppet, doing whatever she wants."

"Why would she do this?" Jiapeng asked, his face filled with fear and disbelief.

Yun Qi tilted her head casually, not answering, and began to pull out the pins one by one with her small hand.

With each pin she removed, Jiapeng could feel it as if the pins were stuck in him. He felt a sharp pain each time she pulled one out.

Once all the pins were removed, Yun Qi calmly handed him the doll, "Just burn it, there won’t be any more issues in the future."

"That’s all? But my girlfriend..."

"Your girlfriend was introduced by someone else, right?" Yun Qi chuckled but said no more, turning and walking toward her room, waving her hand without looking back.

Jiapeng stood up, still holding the doll, looking dazed.

Indeed, she was introduced by someone else—his superior, the Royal Guard Captain.

...

Night finally fell, and the Lord instinctively became anxious; these past years, his sleep was like drawing a blind box.

Before the Peacock God came, he could sleep soundly through the night.

With the Peacock God chasing him—though only in dreams, not really killing him—he always awoke feeling utterly exhausted from the inside out.

He had never told anyone about this because he didn’t want others to know.

The fear was always bottled up, with no outlet. On many nights, he thought he might as well end it all by smashing his head.

Yet, as soon as the next day’s sunlight came, he found the will to live once more.

He spent several years torn between life and death, becoming increasingly irritable.

Today, he finally awaited the real master—the Lord excitedly rubbed his hands.

"Little Master, will you be keeping watch beside me tonight?"

"Hmm?" Yun Qi looked at him, her eyes showing a hint of surprise, "Are you going to sleep in bed while I watch over you? I’m only five years old, that would be too cruel to a child."

The Lord was instantly flustered, waving his hands hurriedly, "No, no. After all, that Peacock God always appears in my dreams... whatever you want me to do, just tell me."

Yun Qi tilted her head thoughtfully and took out a Spirit Talisman from the back pocket of a teddy bear, "Keep this with you and sleep soundly tonight. That Peacock God will surely enter your dream, and the rest leave it to me."

"Alright, I’ll definitely keep it safe. But Little Master, the Peacock God is the Guardian God of Langqi Island, with profound mana. Are you sure you can handle him?"

Though he had witnessed some of Qi’s abilities, doubt still surfaced in his eyes as he scrutinized Yun Qi.

His shallow understanding of the world suggested that the older a Feng Shui Xuanxue Master is, the more respected they are.

How much confidence could there be for such a soft human Little Dumpling facing a fierce and powerful Peacock God?

"Do you want me to tell the truth? All gods have a Divine Record, and ghosts have a Ghost Record. You call him the Peacock God because he once protected you, but in essence, he’s actually a demon."

"A demon?" The Lord was shocked.

The Guardian God that generations of Langqi Island worshipped was merely a demon; he felt some disparity in his heart.

"But he’s no ordinary little demon; he’s a Demon King level great demon. However, Qi can even tame gods, let alone demons, so you can rest assured."

Seeing how scared he truly was, Yun Qi thought about how he had been pursued by his Guardian God for years, and he seemed quite pitiable.

So she reached out her small hand and pretended to maturely pat his shoulder.

For the first time in many years, the Lord was comforted in this way, and he almost cried, extending his hand to hug the Little Dumpling in front of him—

Yun Kuang couldn’t bear to watch any longer and lifted Yun Qi up in his arms, coldly and coolly said to the Lord, "Lord, this isn’t the time to get close. Don’t forget how you treated us when we first landed on the island yesterday!"

One sentence caused the moving tears to retreat, along with a bit of embarrassment.

"I’ve realized my mistake, can’t that be enough?"

***

In the dead of night, everyone returned to their room to sleep.

The Lord thought of Master Xiao Qi’s advice, took the Spirit Talisman out of his pajamas pocket, and stuffed it under his pillow. Then he thought:

What if he slept restlessly and rolled over, breaking the Spirit Talisman?

So he took the Spirit Talisman from under the pillow, clasped it with both hands and placed it on his belly. Then he thought again:

What if he relaxed his grip while asleep, and the wind blew the Spirit Talisman away?

After much consideration, he flashed on an idea that the method in movies was the most reliable.

So he got up, found some glue, smeared it on the Spirit Talisman, and then slapped it onto his forehead, pressing firmly.

Now he felt at ease.

So he lay down with the Spirit Talisman on his forehead and slowly fell asleep.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but in a daze he heard someone calling his name.

The Lord subconsciously opened his eyes, suddenly finding himself standing below the Imperial Palace’s throne. He raised his head, and above the throne hung a totem carving, with the voice coming from it.

"Hungry... I’m so hungry, let me eat, give me fresh blood and flesh..."

The deep, resounding voice sounded like the low roar of a deity, and the Lord subconsciously backed away.

But then a giant peacock burst out from the totem, dragging long feathers from its tail that shone with brilliant light, like stars glimmering in the galaxy.

"Pea...Peacock God! Why are you chasing me relentlessly? I am your subject, I am the Lord of Langqi Island." The Lord panicked and pleaded.

"Subject?" The Peacock God emerged from the totem carving, swooping down before the Lord, tilting its head. The two peacock eyes reflected in the Lord’s pupils showed a trace of confusion.

The two feathers on its head glimmered more luxuriously than jewels, and on its vast tail fan, the multicolored patterns like golden threads spread out. Numerous eye-like spots dotted across them, intertwining blues, purples, browns, yellows, and reds, creating a picture both beautifully romantic and terrifying.

"What is a subject? Can it be eaten?"

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