CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 66: SWORD MASTER, LIN QIUBAI

Wan Haihao’s eyelids twitched slightly, his heart pounding wildly, and his breath became rapid.

The voice echoing in his mind couldn’t possibly be an illusion!

"The sounds I’ve been hearing in my dreams lately, are they all the work of an alien entity?"

In an instant, Wan Haihao’s thoughts raced, his pupils slightly dilated.

The A3 District Nightmare incident had only passed two weeks ago...

Although his current situation was different from the more than a thousand people who experienced A3 District, given what’s happening now, he immediately made a decision.

Wan Haihao suddenly stood up, left his computer desk, and was about to open the door to find President Huang Weiguo to explain the problem.

After all, at heart, he was a kind person.

He didn’t want those around him to be harmed by his foolish silence.

Five meters from the door.

Three meters...

One meter!

Wan Haihao grabbed the doorknob, about to turn it, when he suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, every cell as if filled with cement, his entire body frozen before the door, unable to move even a finger.

The once blurry voice suddenly became ten times clearer.

"An excellently endowed body."

"A childishly fragile soul."

The speaker should be a male alien entity.

The Mandarin he spoke initially had a strange accent, but now it was as clear and standard as a news anchor.

"This voice..." Wan Haihao’s eyes shifted, pondering silently.

He had never heard such a voice before.

Like wind reciting, like a clear spring, like misty clouds, carrying a mysterious lingering charm.

This voice had a certain mysterious magic, making one involuntarily recall, contemplate, relish it over and over again.

Alarm bells were ringing in Wan Haihao’s mind, yet he couldn’t make any reaction.

His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t control his own body.

The magnetic male voice was calm, but one could hear three parts contempt, seven parts arrogance: "This body, from this moment on, belongs to me."

Wan Haihao’s hair stood on end.

These words made him think of "possession reincarnation."

He almost instinctively tried to mobilize the Inner Qi from his acupoints to escape the other’s control.

To his despair...

The once obedient Inner Qi, now seemed rebellious, refusing to obey his command!

"This power, is it the ’Inner Qi’ you’re cultivating daily?"

The male voice remarked indifferently: "Things like dust and bricks, don’t take them out to make a fool of yourself."

Wan Haihao’s fiercely beating heart gradually returned to its normal rhythm with the passage of time.

"Oh..."

"You’re not afraid?"

Hearing the voice, Wan Haihao suddenly realized he seemed to have regained normal mobility.

He moved his hand away from the doorknob, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, Wan Haihao confirmed that the other didn’t control his body anymore, so he wiped the sweat off his forehead and face with his sleeve.

"What you just did was merely trying to crush my mental defenses with words, making me your puppet!"

At this, Wan Haihao, with a clear mind, spoke steadily: "You’re very proud."

"I can tell, you completely look down on me."

"If you really wanted to take this body and could do so, you wouldn’t waste so many words with me."

"So..."

"There is only one truth."

"Your strength is just a feigned strength!"

"At least..."

"Right now, you can’t destroy my consciousness and take over my body."

"Or rather..."

"To achieve this, you would have to pay a high price!"

The other pondered for a long time before responding softly: "You’re only half right."

"Although only a wisp of a remnant soul remains, possessing you isn’t difficult."

"The key is... my sword is entangled with your soul."

"Not killing you is just a concern that your cowardly soul would taint my sword."

Sword, remnant soul, possession, soul...

These keywords, along with the information from previous dialogues, made Wan Haihao’s brain start working rapidly.

First of all, this alien entity, most likely from a Xianxia civilization.

Secondly, the "sword" that the other values seems not to be a physical weapon.

That thing might currently be bound to his soul...

If he were to die, it would cause the "sword" to be tainted.

Finally...

This is an intelligent life form capable of communication!

Though cold-blooded and cruel, it also cares about certain things and has weaknesses.

Wan Haihao heaved a sigh of relief, asking softly: "What’s your name?"

The pleasant male voice didn’t hesitate, replying with a sneer: "If translated into Chinese..."

"Lin Qiubai."

"You can call me [Sword Master]."

"If you dare reveal my existence to others, I’ll make you wish for life but be unable to die."

Qiubai.

Quite a domineering name.

Clearly, the translation involved some artistic creativity from Earth’s literary works.

Daring to translate his name like that shows the other’s pride.

After hearing Lin Qiubai’s words, Wan Haihao put on a stern face and firmly said: "Don’t push me!"

"If pushed too hard and I decide to commit suicide, would your sword still be usable?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai wasn’t offended, instead letting out a light laugh: "Pretending to be strong despite having a fragile mind..."

"Interesting."

"I’ve read your diary during this time."

"Your courage comes from that boy called ’Ma Ran’, right?"

"A coward who relies on others for motivation."

"Laughable."

"Pitiful."

Though the words were harsh, enough to make one’s face flush and veins bulge on the forehead, yet...

From this moment, Wan Haihao vaguely felt that Lin Qiubai finally saw him as an intelligent being worthy of equal dialogue.

Before threatening Lin Qiubai, he might have seen him no different from pigs or ants?

Thinking of this, Wan Haihao’s eyes shifted.

The shift in attitude suggested that the other might appreciate strong and determined individuals?

Even though Lin Qiubai resided within him, he was clearly not a "wise elder" kind of presence.

This person had no qualms about revealing his ill will, openly displaying his intentions.

"Since we both have our concerns, let’s make a pact!"

At this point, Wan Haihao suddenly realized that Lin Qiubai had perfectly mastered Chinese in just a few days.

This learning ability was truly terrifying!

Lin Qiubai’s voice carried a hint of mockery and ridicule: "The rules of sects or clans, nothing more than rights and obligations."

"No matter which planet, these two are never on equal footing."

"I only follow the rules I acknowledge—"

"The rules I set!"

Wan Haihao’s face showed no expression, but inwardly he sighed deeply.

This [Sword Master] was likely the "my will is Heaven’s Will", "I am the universe" type of overpowering individual.

Too difficult!

Too dominant!

Too arrogant!

Although Lin Qiubai temporarily relinquished control over the body, Wan Haihao felt the pressure from him was even more intense than before!

Like looking down into an abyss.

Or like gazing up at Mount Tai.

In the verbal skirmish with Lin Qiubai, Wan Haihao was pushed to the point where he could hardly breathe, overwhelmingly disadvantaged.

He couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

If Lin Qiubai had descended upon Ma Ran...

Ma Ran would surely let this fellow know "why the flowers are so red", right?

Unfortunately...

Ma Ran’s superpower is [Limited Foreknowledge], not [Omniscience].

Otherwise, how could this alien entity be so arrogant?

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