Chapter 486: New Game, Born as a Matrilocal Son-in-Law? God Descends? Kitchen Knife?

Chapter 486: A New Game—I Am... a Live-in Son-in-Law? A Descended God? A Kitchen Knife?!!

Bing Yue looked at Qi Yuan with a thoroughly peculiar expression.

"Can a supreme treasure of creation not even be cursed?"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan paused slightly, realizing the loophole in his words. He quickly amended: "The second rule—no other living beings are allowed to curse either!"

A fleeting smile crossed Bing Yue’s icy, imposing eyes. Her gaze shifted from Qi Yuan to the firmament, her smile fading. "You overthrew the Taihuang Palace and disrupted the Linya Molt plan. However... the Linya Molt will continue. You must be careful of the Unique Hall. If matters become entirely untenable, hide within the Gate of Ultimate Truth; perhaps you may find a sliver of a chance at survival."

"Rest assured, I haven't broken any laws, so I have no fear of the Unique Hall!" Qi Yuan said, completely righteous and confident.

The Linya Molt and the Unique Hall were indeed massive problems.

Driven by the Unique Hall, the will of the celestial dao would unleash endless slaughter upon the immortal realm.

Sometimes, it wasn't a matter of stopping simply because one wished to.

Once the aura of slaughter descended upon a body, the only way to alleviate it was through further slaughter!

These Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerables cultivated immortality in pursuit of absolute freedom and leisure, yet when the aura of slaughter gripped them, they possessed no freedom at all, utterly helpless against their own fates.

"You may not be afraid, but what about those around you? Your kin? Your fellow disciples?" Bing Yue said coldly, her voice laced with a mixture of helplessness and disorientation.

Qi Yuan’s eyes suddenly became remarkably clear. "Then I shall simply become a god!"

...

The small villa stood three stories high, its exterior clad in porcelain tiles white as jade, its glazed jade roof tiles gleaming brilliantly under the sunlight.

Within the courtyard, the spiritual water ran clear, and a spiritual mist clung to exotic flowers and rare grasses, accentuating the blossoms' vibrant beauty.

Yet, compared to Jin Li in her flowing crimson gown, the flowers still lacked a certain radiance.

"So this is my house on Seven Color Peak. What do you think, not bad, right?

The built-up area is 220 square meters, but the actual usable space is over seven hundred, plus a basement, a 50-square-meter balcony, and a 130-square-meter grand garden.

It’s right next to the Divine Light Sect, and only tens of thousands of miles away from the Great Shang Kingdom—just a quick nap's journey.

Whether it's the interior decor or the transportation, it's absolutely top-tier!"

Having resolved the matters of the Sixth Heaven, Qi Yuan had brought Jin Li to his residence at the Divine Light Sect.

The house had long been built, entirely free of any residual formaldehyde.

It was a three-story Western-style villa, and Qi Yuan was highly satisfied with it.

Now, holding Jin Li close while looking at his property, he truly felt like a winner in life.

The only slight imperfection was that this wasn't a prime school district property.

"It is quite elegant." Jin Li stepped into Qi Yuan’s house, looking around with the wide-eyed curiosity of a child.

Though she had seen many magnificent and splendid palaces, she maintained a profound enthusiasm and patience for Qi Yuan’s home.

She touched the walls, the railings, and the bed, as if wishing to leave her own trace within these rooms.

"Eldest Senior Brother, you’re back!"

Just then, Jiang Lingsu’s joyful voice drifted in from outside the villa.

She wore a yellow dress bound at the waist by a golden sash, which further emphasized the impressive, magnificent swell of her chest.

Perhaps because she was the only one on the peak, or perhaps because she had only just woken up, she was dressed rather casually. Beneath her delicate collarbones, a deep, alluring cleavage was particularly captivating, her skin creamy white, the rounded half-spheres swaying distractingly.

"Yes." Qi Yuan pushed open the window and looked down at Jiang Lingsu from his high vantage point. In a single glance, he saw through everything, catching sight of that indescribably pert form.

Qi Yuan felt somewhat moved.

As expected, on Seven Color Peak, trust between people still existed.

Junior Sister hadn’t used any padding...

However, he was a gentleman who practiced proper etiquette; since his junior sister trusted him, he had to return that trust in kind.

"This is Jin Li, the Moon Maiden of the Moon Deity Palace, and also the game partner I told you about before," Qi Yuan said, introducing Jin Li.

Standing below, Jiang Lingsu’s gaze fell upon Jin Li. Her eyes filled with stunned admiration, crossed by a flash of astonishment.

For some reason, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, much like when she was a child and her toys were snatched away by someone else.

She quickly suppressed the emotion, offering a brilliant smile. "Jiang Lingsu greets Sister Jin Li. Sister is truly... a beauty capable of overturning nations."

Jiang Lingsu had always been confident in her own appearance, but upon seeing Jin Li, a sense of self-deprecation inevitably arose within her.

"Little Sister is also born with a beauty that could bring ruin to cities," the Moon Maiden Jin Li observed, offering her own assessment of Jiang Lingsu.

"I cannot compare to Sister, who is able to leave my Eldest Senior Brother so utterly infatuated. Such methods are truly unparalleled," Jiang Lingsu said subconsciously.

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt a twinge of regret. Why did she sound so strangely sarcastic?

But on second thought, if she was sarcastic, so be it. It was no big deal. She quickly made peace with herself.

Jin Li looked at Jiang Lingsu with a charming smile. The two exchanged polite pleasantries, yet unbeknownst to anyone else, Jin Li’s hand rested on Qi Yuan’s arm, lightly scratching it as if subtly conveying her true emotions.

"If Little Sister were willing, I suspect you would do far better than I," Jin Li remarked.

At this moment, where was the detached, cold aura of a celestial maiden of the Moon Palace? Instead, she possessed a certain air of having fallen into the mortal realm.

"Hey, why do the words between you two smell so much like gunpowder? Could it be that you’ve met before, or is it a case of... two tigers cannot share the same mountain?" Qi Yuan, believing himself to possess both high intelligence and emotional quotient, naturally discerned the clash in their words.

"No," Jin Li replied.

Jiang Lingsu also remained silent. The two of them seemed to call a truce to their confrontation.

"Junior Sister, let's have dinner together later. I'll take Jin Li around the peak first," Qi Yuan said, looking at Jiang Lingsu to extend the invitation.

Since there seemed to be a flaw in their relationship, gathering together more often would surely make them close and inseparable.

After all, back on Earth, when two children argued in class, a teacher with high emotional intelligence would make the two children hug and look into each other's eyes.

Qi Yuan also possessed high emotional intelligence, so he could naturally adopt this method.

"Alright!" Jiang Lingsu did not decline Qi Yuan’s invitation, a faint ripple stirring in her heart.

On the other side, Qi Yuan held Jin Li’s jade-like hand as the two of them arrived at the very summit of Seven Color Peak.

Pavilions and rain-shelters stood amidst swirling clouds and mist.

The immortal palace was hidden within the sea of clouds, appearing thoroughly ethereal.

"This is... the Ancient Qichun Tree!"

Jin Li stopped beneath the Ancient Qichun Tree, her eyes filled with an intense longing and nostalgia.

All the memories of the past flooded her mind at this single moment.

"Master moved this here from another place. It is far smaller than the one on the Watching Moon Continent," Qi Yuan said calmly, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jin Li.

Within his own thoughts, a trace of melancholy also lingered.

Every single game was, in truth, a lifetime, a distinct experience.

Even if a game was perfectly cleared, there would always be some reluctance and regret left behind.

Fortunately, on the Watching Moon Continent, he had obtained his heart's desire; he had met her, and he now held Jin Li’s hand.

But what about the other games?

And what of the games to come?

At that moment, Jinli turned her gaze to Qi Yuan, her cold eyes flickering with flames of allure—as red, as fervent as the crimson gown she wore.

"Husband... take me..."

It seemed that only in the utter death-grip of passion, bodies pressed tight, could the longing in her heart be slightly eased.

Beneath the ancient toon tree, the storm subsided.

...

The Chaotic Star Domain.

The Azure Mountain Realm.

Ninghe County Town.

The candle burned with a small orange flame, illuminating only a tiny patch of the room.

A thin black smoke rose, the lampshade caked with soot.

Huang Yanshou furrowed his brow, staring at the little old man across from him: "Are you sure there's no problem?"

The old man, five feet tall, wore a felt hat, looking rather comical.

"Rest assured, Master Huang. Since he's entered my Madhouse, there's no way that Qi brat will survive!"

The old man was named Zhou Mo, the director of Ninghe County's Madhouse.

Ninghe County lay in Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangzhou, with a sparse population of just over three hundred thousand.

The Madhouse—well, to put it in Blue Star terms, it was a mental hospital.

Ji'an was rife with eerie spirits; many common folk, encountering these terrors, lost their souls, grew mad, and bit or hurt others at random.

To prevent these madmen from causing harm, the government locked them all away in the Madhouse.

Of course, the Madhouse held not only the insane but also the sane.

Today, Huang Yanshou had entrusted a man to Zhou Mo, to be locked up in the Madhouse.

"Though this kid has no parents and no one cares if he lives or dies, he did marry into the Shen family last year. If the Shens come asking..." Huang Yanshou hesitated.

The Shen family was a powerful clan in Ji'an Prefecture, and their eldest daughter was a famed beauty on the Hundred Fragrance List.

Yet, a month ago, the Shen family's eldest daughter had married.

The man she married was none other than a down-and-out from Ninghe County.

Of course, that down-and-out had entered the family as a son-in-law.

He had received orders from a high official to kill that son-in-law while he was back in his hometown.

The method was simple and crude.

First, they would frame the son-in-law for lusting after and raping Widow Liu. But then... an eerie spirit appeared, the widow died, and though the son-in-law escaped with his life, he went mad and was sent to the Madhouse.

That son-in-law had always had a bad reputation—cowardly, incompetent, fond of women, all talk and no action.

"Don't worry. Within a month, the Madhouse will have an eerie spirit attack, and he'll be dead for sure. Even if the Shens come, they'll only see his corpse." Director Zhou Mo tapped the table, musing.

"Isn't a month too long?" Huang Yanshou pulled out a banknote and stuffed it into Zhou Mo's arms.

Zhou Mo's beady eyes lit up: "Easy, easy. Within three days, that son-in-law will be dead!"

Hearing this, Huang Yanshou breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll leave it to you, Director."

But in his heart, he despised Zhou Mo—a greedy, lecherous old man.

Many of the madwomen in the Madhouse, even those with some charm, had been violated by him.

"No problem." Zhou Mo squinted, his expression lewd. Then, struck by a thought, he suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, that Qi kid's parents were Artificers. Does his family have any secret manuals or precious... artifacts?"

Greed stirred in him.

Artificers held high status in this world.

They possessed exquisite skills, crafting powerful artifacts to suppress eerie spirits.

Powerful artifacts were worth a fortune, hard to come by.

That Qi son-in-law had only managed to marry into the Shen family because of his parents' legacy.

Otherwise, with his cowardice, incompetence, and utter worthlessness, he wouldn't even be fit to be a live-in son-in-law!

"His parents died long ago; they left nothing behind," Huang Yanshou said quickly.

Even if there was something, he wouldn't give it to Zhou Mo.

The Qi family's belongings had already been given to that young master.

That young master had moved against the son-in-law—Huang Yanshou had his suspicions but dared not be certain.

First, because that young master fancied the Shen family's eldest daughter.

Second, because the Qi kid's parents had once offended that young master's clan, and the young master seemed to be searching for something from the Qi family.

"What a penniless wretch," Zhou Mo muttered. Then, thinking of something, a lecherous grin spread across his face. "Yesterday, a woman in her thirties came to the Madhouse, still nursing her child. Tsk tsk, quite the charm. Master Huang, would you like a taste? It's a different kind of fun."

Huang Yanshou shuddered with disgust.

He enjoyed women and often frequented brothels for songs, but he wasn't as indiscriminate as that old man Zhou Mo, who even slept with madwomen.

"No thanks."

With that, Huang Yanshou took his leave and hurried away.

...

Ye Mountain Lake stretched for miles, its waves shimmering—the largest lake in Jiangzhou.

In Jiangzhou, hundreds of thousands of fishing families depended on this lake for their livelihood.

But now, on Ye Mountain Lake, boats and fishermen were scarce.

At a dock, a conspicuously different boat was moored. Unlike the simple fishing vessels, this one was ornate, like a pleasure boat for nobles out on an excursion. A bird suddenly darted into the boat and vanished.

Inside the cabin, footsteps echoed.

A pair of long legs came into view, taut and slender, impossible to ignore.

She exuded an icy aura, her almond eyes wide, her face grim: "Miss, the young master... he raped a widow, encountered an eerie spirit, and was sent to the Madhouse!"

The seated woman paused slightly, frowning: "Is his character truly so depraved?"

Though she had married the man, they had never met—she hadn't even attended the wedding.

She had heard rumors of him: vile in conduct, yet cowardly and inept.

And now, he could actually commit rape?

It deeply disappointed her.

"Miss, he's nothing but a hypocrite! Good looks, and nothing else!" the long-legged woman said indignantly. "Back at the manor, I followed him in secret. The steward yelled at him, and as the young master, he just trembled and dared not talk back. Outside, when he saw a beggar widow and her orphaned child fleeing famine, he kicked the seven-year-old girl aside. He bullies the weak and fears the strong—it's despicable!"

She spoke breathlessly, clearly furious with the young master.

Hearing this, the woman was utterly disheartened: "Alas... I never imagined... that Master Qi's descendant could be so worthless. May his soul in heaven..."

Master Qi was a weapon smith, a weapon smith of formidable power.

In the past, for reasons... Master Qi vanished without a trace, and ultimately fell.

This earned him the woman’s deep admiration.

Yet his son had become so depraved—how could she not be enraged?

“Go and bring him back, investigate the matter thoroughly, and do not let that innocent woman die in vain!” the woman spoke, her voice cold as ice.

“Very well!” the long-legged woman nodded, but then hesitated as something occurred to her. “What about Yueshan Lake...”

“Rest assured, I will not take risks until I am fully prepared,” the woman said, her voice frigid, a flash of killing intent in her eyes. “We must also find out if someone set him up. If he was plotted against because of me, that is my fault.

Regardless, the family of that innocent woman who died unjustly must be properly provided for.”

The long-legged woman nodded. “Yes, miss!”

...

Ninghe County.

Within the Madhouse.

The night was pitch-black, stars faintly visible in the sky, sparse and lonely.

“Is this a new game?”

Qi Yuan opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

At that moment, the room was utterly dark, so dark he could not see his hand before him. In the distance, a faint candlelight flickered, and beneath it, a shadowy figure seemed to be doing something unknown.

The game’s prompt sound came at that instant.

[Main Quest: Act as the multitudes, know the multitudes, create the multitudes—only then can one become a god.

Begin the quest of acting as the multitudes.

Act as Living Being One: Qi Yuan, the son-in-law of the Shen family.

Act as Living Being Two: Divine Arrival, information unknown.

Act as Living Being Three: A kitchen knife.

Act as Living Being Four: Unlocked.]

In an instant, a flood of information surged into Qi Yuan’s mind.

At that moment, Qi Yuan gained more understanding and speculation about the new game.

“These characters I’m to play... couldn’t they be the blood I dripped into the game?”

Qi Yuan frowned.

This game’s quest was an acting quest, quite fitting for Qi Yuan’s goal of becoming a god.

The path to godhood lies in creating worlds.

But if one does not know the multitudes, how can one create worlds?

This quest seemed to cater to him—it was simply having him act as the multitudes.

And as luck would have it, he had once dripped his blood into the game world, allowing it to function and the game to load.

As for the three beings he was now to play, Qi Yuan had a feeling.

He seemed to be acting as his own blood.

Or rather... the beings born from his blood.

“My blood isn’t that great—how did it produce someone like Qi Yuan, such a... useless person?”

After absorbing the memories, Qi Yuan was speechless.

This Qi Yuan was truly useless!

“Indeed, everything I have is earned through my own hard work.”

Qi Yuan couldn’t help but sigh.

This world’s Qi Yuan was not only useless but also a scumbag.

“They want me to play a scumbag, or rather, a live-in son-in-law?”

Qi Yuan frowned.

Though his acting skills were superb, he couldn’t bring himself to play a scumbag.

As for a live-in son-in-law, that he could imagine.

“Playing a live-in son-in-law, I should be quite good at it. On Blue Star, I’ve watched too many TV dramas about dragon king sons-in-law.

It’s just about bringing washbasin water for the mother-in-law and then getting slapped across the face!

Bringing bathwater I can accept, but getting slapped—absolutely not!”

Qi Yuan began to analyze the three beings he was to play.

The first being, the live-in son-in-law, he felt he could handle.

“Divine Arrival... what does that mean?” Qi Yuan frowned.

If he had memories of the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan, of Divine Arrival he seemed to have none at all.

If he had to say there was something, it was just one image: he saw countless bones and endless thunderbolts.

“Is Divine Arrival a person, or something else?”

Qi Yuan couldn’t figure it out for now.

But he understood that as his progress in playing the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan reached full, the later information would gradually unlock.

“Divine Arrival is one thing, but playing a kitchen knife—what the hell?”

Qi Yuan was utterly speechless.

He had his own kitchen knife, left to guard the house on Seven Colors Peak.

And now they wanted him to play a kitchen knife, to play his own pet—this was truly ridiculous.

“This world...”

Qi Yuan began to retrieve the memories of the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan.

This world was not the world of the Six Heavens of the Immortal Realm.

The stars that reflected across the heavens could not be seen here.

The sky here also had stars, but they were clearly different from those of the Immortal Realm.

“This place is very similar to Blue Star’s ancient times, but there is also some supernatural element, called Weapon Masters.

Weapon Masters strengthen themselves and use artifacts to suppress spirits.”

Spirits, in Blue Star terms, were ghosts and anomalies.

They appeared inexplicably, mysterious and unpredictable, often causing large-scale disasters.

Mortals facing spirits had no power to resist.

Only the Soldier Commander, relying on his own strength and a mighty artifact, could stand against the Specters.

But the live-in son-in-law, Qi Yuan, had fallen so low—in all his years, he had never seen an artifact, nor a Soldier Commander, nor even a Specter; he was the dregs among dregs.

“Here… I can’t cultivate?”

Qi Yuan prepared to practice the immortal cultivation technique.

He abruptly discovered he could not cultivate.

There was no spiritual energy here, nor any factors suitable for immortal cultivation.

“It seems I’ll have to level up by killing people,” Qi Yuan mused.

Though he couldn’t cultivate, when he looked around, everyone else had health bars above their heads.

What did a health bar mean?

It meant he could kill them and gain experience!

Of course, Qi Yuan was lawful good by nature and never killed innocents.

Besides, weak as he was now, who could he kill?

If he ran into a Soldier Commander, it might be game over.

So he had to stockpile grain and level up slowly.

Now, the crisis he faced was quite serious.

That widow—the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan had indeed been tempted, even his cock stirred, but that little virgin was too weak in vitality; the moment he saw the widow’s naked body, his blood surged and he fainted—even worse than those male leads in Blue Star TV shows who nosebleed at the sight of a beauty.

Later, the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan was framed for raping Widow Liu and sent to the madhouse.

With his underdeveloped brain, the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan thought it was no big deal, just a misunderstanding, and that once the Shen family came, it would be easily resolved.

But Qi Yuan, with both high IQ and EQ, saw at once that the problem was huge.

“Wait, where did the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan go?” At that moment, Qi Yuan suddenly froze.

According to his memory, after being sent to the madhouse, the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan had been lying unconscious in bed.

But after Qi Yuan descended into the game, the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan had vanished.

Just then, a flickering, trembling light in the distance slowly approached Qi Yuan. An old man with a pale face, as if painted with a dead person’s makeup, grinned and said, “Are you curious where the man in the bed went?”

The old man’s face bore a sinister smile, especially eerie in the candlelight.

What’s more, his skin was very smooth, nothing like the bark-like skin of ordinary old men.

“Where did he go?” Qi Yuan asked the old man, curious.

Had this guy seen the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan disappear?

“He… was eaten by you!” the pale-faced old man declared firmly.

The candlelight wavered, and his shadow on the wall kept swaying.

“I ate him?” Qi Yuan blinked. He quickly opened his mouth and said nervously, “Check for me—did he get stuck in my teeth? Is there any left in the gaps?”

Qi Yuan was very anxious.

If that scumbag Qi Yuan was stuck in his teeth, would he have bad breath?

Or rather, the stench of a corpse!

Hearing this, the pale-faced old man seriously leaned in and examined closely: “You ate him clean, not a bit left… Mm… Grandpa’s tummy is hungry!”

He said it, looking very aggrieved.

Qi Yuan was speechless.

Was this old man truly insane?

“I’m hungry too,” Qi Yuan said grumpily.

The pale-faced old man, hearing Qi Yuan’s words, said mysteriously, “I actually know who you are. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh?” Qi Yuan glanced at the pale-faced old man again.

Was this man really a madman?

“You are a god descended from heaven, spreading sweet dew, saving all beings, a compassionate and merciful deity!”

The pale-faced old man spoke deliriously, his expression twisted.

He seemed to be suppressing some pain; Qi Yuan saw black lines flowing in his veins.

Suddenly, the twist on his face vanished. He looked at Qi Yuan and whispered, “Lord God, I want to follow you and overthrow this bitter world!”

“???”

“Grandpa’s tummy is hungry, wants to eat big boobies!”

“…Steamed buns?”

(The End)