Yue Guan's Allegiance

After several attempts, Fu Shiyan realized that forcing things won't work and might even backfire.

He has now lowered his academic requirements for Dai Tianyu again and again.

"Have you heard? The future emperor of the Star Luo Empire is illiterate."

"Hehe, did you know? The emperor of the Star Luo Empire is illiterate!"

Just thinking about this possibility made the veins on his forehead throb.

If this were to actually happen, it would likely be the biggest "joke" in his plans for the Star Luo Empire Road, enough to be remembered for all time.

"Never mind," Fu Shiyan sighed inwardly, glancing at Dai Tianyu, who was pecking at rice behind his desk again.

"At least... at least he should be able to recognize all the commonly used characters, write his name, and read basic documents. As for the rest... we'll see how it goes. Perhaps in the future we can find him a reliable and competent advisor."

Time slipped away slowly in this strange classroom atmosphere.

Fu Shiyan lectured, Tang San and Oscar listened attentively and took notes, Xiao Wu entertained herself, and Dai Tianyu fell into a deep sleep.

The sun rises and sets, and before you know it, it's midnight.

At this moment, the night sky was completely silent, filled with Star Dou.

Everyone else in the courtyard was fast asleep.

Fu Shiyan left the courtyard alone without a sound, her figure blending into the night, and headed towards a pre-arranged secluded mountain forest Heaven Dou City.

This time, Fu Ze did not accompany him.

Strangely, in the room where Fu Shiyan was, illuminated by candlelight, there was a figure sitting at a table writing.

After leaving Heaven Dou City, Fu Shiyan stood alone in a clearing in the forest, surrounded only by the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional hooting of owls in the distance.

The appointed time is approaching.

Before long, a figure approached from the distant horizon at an extremely fast speed.

The figure left a faint orange-yellow trail in the moonlight, light as Gui Mei, yet carrying a unique, sharp floral scent.

The newcomer landed gracefully a few feet away from Fu Shiyan. He was tall and handsome, with a face like jade. It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Unlike their previous confrontation in the Void Reality Illusion Domain, this time, Fu Shiyan did not use any means to conceal her appearance.

The cool moonlight shone on his face, clearly illuminating his excessively young yet unusually calm expression.

The moment Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's gaze fell upon Fu Shiyan's true face, his pupils contracted slightly.

Despite being mentally prepared, knowing that the other person might not be very old, seeing that face that clearly belonged to only eighteen or nineteen years old, or even younger, still stirred up Jingtao within him.

At such a young age...

Such strength!

To be able to manipulate a level 95 Titled Douluo so easily, setting up a series of elaborate schemes, requires considerable cunning, skill, and unfathomable Soul Power and bizarre Spirit Skill...

"Monster..."

These two words involuntarily surfaced in Yue Guan.

He took a deep breath of the cool night air, barely suppressing the shock in his heart, but the complex emotions in his eyes were hard to completely conceal.

Fu Shiyan took in Yue Guan's reaction, a faint smile appearing on her face, a smile that seemed to see right through people.

"It's been a long time, Senior Yue Guan."

His voice was calm and clear, especially in the quiet night.

"Since you've come as promised, senior, you must... have already made your decision?"

Upon hearing Yue Guan fell silent.

He had indeed made up his mind.

These seven days were a period of intense inner turmoil and internal struggle for him.

Seven days ago, when Immortal Herb received the "Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum" from Fu Shiyan, he did not consume it immediately.

Instead, he took the Immortal Herb and returned to Spirit City.

Fu Shiyan's previous "combination punches" were far more effective than expected.

First, they used the Immortal Herb as bait, precisely targeting his deepest desire.

Then, with that eerie illusion, he forcibly tears open the deepest, most painful, and most unbearable scar in his heart—the early death of his sister, and the helplessness and regret he felt.

Then, he went straight to the heart of the matter, sharply analyzing his situation in the Spirit Hall.

Despite seemingly holding a high position and enjoying offerings and honors, he was in reality more of a tool, a useful knife in Bibi Dong's hands. The loyalty, blood, sweat, and years he paid were not commensurate with what he received.

Finally, the magical Immortal Herb that could change his destiny was gently placed in front of him.

There was no coercion, no threat; it simply presented a choice, and the potentially drastically different paths that might lie ahead.

This series of actions, seemingly giving him a choice, actually stepped on his psychological defenses at every crucial point.

He used the allure of immortal Immortal Herb as a lure, the illusion to evoke pain points, and the contrast to inspire resentment and reflection, ultimately creating a "new demand" that even he himself was not fully aware of!

No longer just to die for the Spirit Hall, but for themselves, for their original aspiration to protect those they cherish, they seek a future that is truly worthwhile, and that will bring them corresponding rewards and respect.

Fu Shiyan's act of gifting the Immortal Herb stands in stark and cruel contrast to the Spirit Hall's long-standing attitude of "using him, but not necessarily trusting or valuing him."

Most importantly, in the ending, Fu Shiyan also painted a picture of an even more glorious and expansive future for him.

Become a god!

As it turns out, the moment Yue Guan received the Immortal Herb, the tide had already quietly turned.

After returning to Spirit City, he pondered for a long time, and even subtly inquired about the opinions of Old Ghost and Ghost Douluo.

He didn't explicitly mention Fu Shiyan and Immortal Herb, but vaguely asked about their views on the future and whether they were truly satisfied with the present.

Ghost Douluo had been by his side for decades, and their tacit understanding was deeply ingrained.

Old Ghost didn't press further, nor did he offer any lengthy advice.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly uttered a sentence in his distinctive, hoarse, and deep voice.

"As long as we're together, where in the world isn't home?"

These words, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the last vestiges of hesitation and gloom in Yue Guan.

Yes, as long as I'm with Old Ghost, the Spirit Hall is home, and anywhere else... can be home too.

The Spirit Hall gave him status and resources, but it also bound him and never truly understood the lack deep in his heart.

But the mysterious young man saw through his desires and pain at a glance and provided the key to another path.

With the Immortal Herb in hand, the sister's illusory yet warm smile from the dream world still lingered before his eyes, and the Old Ghost's words echoed in his ears...

The answer has always been clear.

Yue Guan raised his head and looked at the incredibly young figure under the moonlight.

The struggle and complexity on his face slowly faded, replaced by a calm resolve and a sense of relief.

He bowed slightly forward, performing a gesture that differed from the hierarchical etiquette of the Spirit Hall and was more akin to an equal exchange.

Although her voice still carried some of its inherent femininity, it was clear and firm as she spoke:

"Yue Guan... I would like to hear your insightful opinion."