A Pretty Boy I Could Really Relate To

Northwest of the Dou Qi Continent, Jia Ma Empire.

Tonight was dark and windy, with not even a hand visible before one's face—the perfect weather for murder and disposing of a body.

Jia Ma Holy City... commonly known as the Imperial Capital.

In the outskirts, somewhere within a desolate mountain range.

Two young servants in green carried a body wrapped in a straw mat. Their steps were light as they huffed and ran, darting and weaving through the barren mountains.

The howling, blade-like mountain winds and the steep, rugged paths did not affect them in the slightest.

These were two quite capable servants. Anyone who could afford servants of this caliber had to belong to a prominent household.

After a while, the two stopped in a clearing, took shovels from their backs, and began digging.

Swish, swish, swish!

The faintly glowing white shovels flew up and down. In just a few breaths, a rectangular pit appeared before them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. 9527 really was unlucky. Young Master Yun Yue just killed him like that."

The green-clad servant on the left planted his shovel into the ground, clicking his tongue in wonder as he gave the thick straw mat a kick.

"Hehe, that's a good thing." The servant on the right gave a strange laugh. "All his savings are ours now."

"We're all orphans, but that kid didn't even know how to enjoy himself. He saved gold coins for so many years, and now they all belong to us brothers. Hehehe..."

"You're right." The servant in green on the left rubbed his hands together eagerly and shouted with excitement on his face.

"Good brother, let's bury him quickly and go back to clean out his place. We can't let someone else get there first."

"That makes sense." The other readily agreed, hoisting the straw mat and aiming it at the pit.

"Hey, hey—plant him headfirst, headfirst!" the servant on the left hurriedly said. "Put his head down. They say that way the soul disperses quickly and won't come looking for us."

"Are you stupid?" The servant on the right shot him a glance. "We're Dou Zhes. Are we supposed to be afraid of that?"

Even so, the servant on the right still followed his words and lowered the head inside the straw mat toward the pit.

"Mm..."

However, at that moment, a faint groan came from within the straw mat. The servant on the right felt it tremble slightly in his hands.

"He's not dead!?"

The two servants exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with horror.

"Kill him!" A cold glint flashed through the left servant's eyes. He pulled up his shovel, pale blue Dou Qi winding around it, and fiercely chopped down at the straw mat.

The sharp edge of the shovel sliced through the air with a howl as it cleaved toward where the head of the body inside the mat should have been.

Smack!

Just as the shovel was about to split open the straw mat, a fair hand burst through it and firmly caught the sharp shovel edge.

The man on the right went pale with fright at the sight, but a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He reached toward his lower back, pulled out a horn-handled dagger, leaped up, and viciously stabbed down.

Yet with a soft buzz, the horn-handled dagger strangely stopped outside the straw mat. Faint ripples spread out like those on water, but the dagger could not advance even an inch, as though... an invisible force were blocking it.

"Th-this... what is going on?"

The two servants were horrified. The person in the straw mat was definitely 9527—they had put him in there themselves. He was a one-star Dou Zhe just like them. How could he possess such power?

Smack!

With a light sound, the straw mat exploded instantly. Amid the flying scraps, a green-clad young servant slowly emerged.

His features were delicate and handsome, with red lips, white teeth, sword-like brows, and starry eyes. He was simply too handsome, yet he gave off an impression of being weak and easily bullied.

A person like this... was commonly called a pretty boy!

In truth, his face really was very pale, without the slightest trace of color—a sickly, deathly pallor.

The reason was the deep wound over his left chest. His green clothes were covered in dark-red bloodstains, which had already begun to congeal.

"Damn it..."

Lu Bu touched his chest, the corner of his mouth twitching. This body's heart had been pierced through and was barely beating. It was a fatal wound. If not for his arrival, it would definitely have been dead.

Lu Bu tried moving slightly and discovered that this body was strangely compatible with him. But... it was somewhat stiff.

"Hm? That's rather strange..." Lu Bu could not help murmuring. Within his soul, there seemed to be another will resisting him. It was weak, but he could sense its presence.

The original owner's soul?

Lu Bu raised an eyebrow. Could it be that the original owner had not completely died yet?

After thinking for a moment, he raised a hand. Faint moisture condensed in his palm, forming a thin water mirror, and he saw his current pretty-boy face clearly.

"Damn! This face... I can really relate to it." Lu Bu sucked in a breath and sighed. With a face like this, he was already halfway to success in life.

Fine, then. Since that was the case, he would take this body. No exchanges!

"Y-you... 9527, are you a human or a ghost?" The servant on the left's lips trembled as he could not help asking, interrupting Lu Bu's narcissism.

"9529, 9530..." Lu Bu looked at them and blurted out the two strings of numbers. The next moment, countless memories surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

Lu Bu narrowed his eyes and slowly endured the impact of those memories... though it did not really count as enduring. This level of impact was like an ant trying to shake a tree to him—utterly insignificant.

According to the memories, the original owner came from a slave market somewhere in Jia Ma Holy City. He was sixteen this year, yet he did not know his parents and had no name, only a code number. His life had been miserable beyond measure, worse than a dog's.

At the age of ten, the original owner had been bought and assigned to serve someone called "Young Master Yun Yue."

Yet for some unknown reason, this young master had pierced the original owner's heart two hours ago and finally intended to dump his corpse in the wilderness.

"So this is the Dou Qi Continent... no wonder it's so cruel."

Lu Bu smacked his lips, feeling saddened by the original owner's fate. This was far too pitiful.

"You two, tell me. Why did Young Master Yun Yue kill me?" Lu Bu flicked a finger, releasing an invisible force that completely restrained 9529 and 9530.

"Gulp..." The two swallowed with difficulty. They had no idea what was happening, but 9527 seemed like an entirely different person.

His gaze was terrifying, and his oppressive presence was overwhelming—stronger even than Master Yun Leng's!

"Y-you desecrated Miss Nalan Yanran. 9528 reported you. You deserved to die..." 9529 said quietly.

"I desecrated Nalan Yanran?" Lu Bu tilted his head. That happened? In what sense...?

Before the thought faded, a memory surfaced in his mind. Lu Bu's pale face instantly darkened with embarrassment. This memory... was somewhat difficult to speak of.

It was nothing more than a sixteen-year-old boy being stunned by Nalan Yanran's beauty after seeing her, then becoming unable to forget her after returning... and lying in bed...

The corner of Lu Bu's mouth twitched, and his toes curled inside his shoes. This was far too embarrassing!

Of course, that was not the real problem. The problem was that the original owner had been betrayed!

The person who had betrayed him was codenamed 9528, a good brother who had grown up with him and slept side by side with him.

This Young Master Yun Yue was infatuated with Nalan Yanran. He might not have been able to control others, but when one of his own servants desecrated the goddess he adored, how could there have been any other outcome in this Dou Qi Continent, where human lives were as worthless as grass?

Thus, having his heart pierced and leaving behind an intact corpse was already an exceptionally fortunate result.

At the same time, Lu Bu's eyes suddenly became bloodshot. A wave of resentment surged up from the depths of his soul. He hated the person who had informed on him—it was that person who had caused his death.

He hated Young Master Yun Yue, who had regarded him as an ant. If he had power, he would definitely slaughter both of them!

Lu Bu smiled faintly. Not bad. The original owner had some backbone after all. "Then I'll help you out and let you disperse in peace sooner."

Yes... I'm doing this for the original owner, not because of anything else... Lu Bu silently told himself.

"Y-you... what do you mean?"

The two servants' faces twisted in horror upon hearing that. Who was this person? What did he have to do with 9527?

Lu Bu raised his eyes slightly. Invisible Spirit Fire slowly drifted out of his eyes, and the two servants' faces abruptly turned white.

They did not know what was happening, but an incomparably intense sense of danger hung over their heads. They only knew that disaster was upon them.

"9527, wait! We never offended you! We were only following orders! Don't kill us!" The two immediately screamed, their shrill voices tearing through the night sky.

"Never offended me? Heh..."

Yet no matter how they screamed, Lu Bu's expression remained indifferent. The intangible Spirit Fire pierced through their heads, and their souls completely dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"Unfortunately, a Heavenly Symbol Master's authority to wield the power of heaven and earth doesn't work on the Dou Qi Continent..."

Lu Bu clenched his empty hand and sighed for no apparent reason. Without the power of heaven and earth, a Heavenly Symbol Master was equivalent to having one arm cut off. Still, it should be enough to deal with those Dou Wangs and Dou Emperors in the Jia Ma Empire.

"Forget it. I should condense my Destiny Heavenly Talisman first." Lu Bu floated in midair and slowly closed his eyes.

In his life, Lu Bu did not like taking revenge. He only liked settling grudges.

As long as he killed that "Young Master Yun Yue," the grudge between him and the original owner would be settled. How nice—another good deed done.

However, Lu Bu suddenly opened his eyes, his expression as though he had seen a ghost.

A rune slowly drifted out from between his brows. It was a rune that seemed to have existed since ancient times. Floating in the air, it slowly rotated and twisted, forming a tiny black hole...

"Th-the Devouring Ancestral Talisman!?"

Lu Bu's face was filled with shock, but even more so with incomparable delight!