The Space Beneath Xuan's Legs Should Have a Place for This Beast

Gushan City.

The General's Estate's meditation room.

Lu Bei took one step forward, flung the naked Tu Yuan onto the floor, stared at the twisted demonic script on the altar, then struck it apart with a backhanded slap.

To be safe, he took out a piece of rotten wood and carved...

He carved nothing at all.

The relationship between him and Lu Nan couldn't be explained in a few words, and nothing he wrote would be foolproof. He refused to believe that, with a Blank Slate bearing not even a name, Tu Yuan could somehow worship Lu Nan into existence again.

"Er, I suppose it isn't impossible."

Lu Bei raised a hand to cover his face and looked toward the corner in exasperation. Seeing Tu Yuan sleeping soundly, he strode over and heavily awakened her slumbering soul.

She was very beautiful, with an impeccable figure. No matter what angle one looked from, she was clearly the type with a morally bankrupt fate who was destined to get beaten.

One punch landed, but Tu Yuan only whimpered in her sleep without waking. After two punches, she slept even more soundly.

Only after the third punch did she open her eyes groggily. Looking at Lu Bei standing with his hands behind his back, she staggered to her feet.

Lu Bei: (One`)

Such a fine older-sister type—why did she have to like using her brain?

"Master, my head... my head hurts."

"That's a good thing. It means you're starting to grow a brain."

Was that really how it worked?

Tu Yuan's head felt heavy and her feet light. In her daze, she didn't know how to refute him. Perhaps her brain had been knocked silly, or perhaps she simply wasn't used to the burden after remaining in her one-meter-twenty form for so long.