Electrolux Holds the Script (Part 1) (Seeking Collection and Follow-up Reads)

The soul spirits were all well aware of the Snow Empress's hidden thoughts, and as for Liya, it went without saying—if there were no feelings involved, would she have given him the Mermaid's Blessing?

After years of suffering as a daughter-in-law, she had finally become the matriarch; Tang Wutong had died in the God Star catastrophe, and they had accidentally returned to the era that originally belonged to them. Naturally, there was no longer any need to hide this relationship.

Her tender, snow-white hand traced circles on Baili Du's chest as the Snow Empress acted coyly: "...I won't interfere with whatever else you want to do, but you must make sure this version of you goes to the Far North to find me first."

A gentle arc tugged at the corners of Baili Du's mouth; such a side of the Snow Empress was truly a rare sight.

He reached out and pinched her soft, fair cheek: "What? Are you afraid this version of me will take a fancy to the Tang princess?"

The Snow Empress pouted, merely nestling deeper into Baili Du's embrace in a display of stubborn affection.

Huo Yuhao was a visual creature; the reason he had fallen for Tang Wutong was purely because that so-called Goddess of Light had left an overly stunning impression on his young heart.

One truly shouldn't meet someone too breathtaking when one is young.

If he had encountered the Snow Empress, whose beauty was in no way inferior to Tang Wutong's, first, there would be no need to ask who Huo Yuhao would have fallen for.

Of course, the Snow Empress didn't insist that the Huo Yuhao of this era must love the version of her from this era; she simply didn't want Huo Yuhao to continue being deceived by that woman and the Tang Family. They, the soul spirits, had seen clearly just how much Huo Yuhao had suffered in the God Realm.

"Even for my own sake, I am unwilling to interfere too much with his choices, because in every sense, he and I are no longer the same person. Who he likes or falls in love with will be up to fate, but..."

At this point, Baili Du's tone turned cold and resolute: "Tang Wutong is the only exception! Even if I have to plant a mental seal, I will never let this version of myself have any contact with Tang Wutong again!"

Having walked through the rain himself, he always wanted to hold an umbrella for others, especially when that person was himself.

"But if you do that..." Liya spoke up, her words filled with worry: "Tang San will certainly spare no effort to interfere with this version of you. He will use every dirty trick in the book. What will you do then?"

No one knew Tang San's character better than Baili Du, not even Xiao Wu.

Baili Du kissed Liya's forehead: "I have anticipated this, which is why I need Teacher's help. Then, I will head to the God Realm to keep a personal eye on that grandson; it would be best to make him show his true colors early. Besides..."

Thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared on Baili Du's face: "Doesn't this era still have Tang San's precious grandson... Two [Children of the Plane], heh, Tang San only has one daughter. I'd like to see how he manages this mess."

Lan Xuanyu's rebirth into this era was naturally Baili Du's doing. Otherwise, even if Lan Xuanyu were the Dragon God, with only a sliver of his divine soul remaining, he could never have stored enough consciousness to traverse the two cosmic-level disasters: the [Space-Time Turbulence] and the [Samsara Hurricane].

Did they really think he was a loyal dog to the Tang Family?

By the time dawn approached, the two wives had fallen asleep. Baili Du dressed and went into little Huo Yuhao's room.

Baili Du had always taught Huo Yuhao that the path of cultivation lay in perseverance and balance—cultivate when it is time to cultivate, and sleep when it is time to sleep. Especially at such a young age, there was no need to push himself so desperately.

Looking at the soundly sleeping little Huo Yuhao, [Baili Du], standing by the bed, hesitated for a moment before extending a finger to tap the center of the boy's brow, transmitting a wisp of his own divine consciousness.

He really... really wanted to see Teacher again.

The gray bead that had been dormant seemed to sense something, slowly forming a very blurry figure that emerged within Huo Yuhao's sea of consciousness, locking eyes with [Baili Du]'s spiritual body.

At this point, there was no need for [Baili Du] to continue hiding; he naturally revealed his true appearance.

Looking the handsome blue-haired youth up and down, Electrolux let out a soft sound of surprise and asked with some uncertainty: "Who might you be..."

There was no doubt that this youth was using divine consciousness, and the level of energy was so high that even in his own prime, he would have struggled to reach it.

Why did such a powerful being have a face full of guilt? Why was he staying in a world with such mediocre energy levels? And why had he appeared here?

More importantly... if his eyes did not deceive him, this youth's appearance seemed... seemed very similar to little Huo Yuhao! Especially those eyes; they were almost identical.

[Baili Du] pursed his lips, lowered his head in shame, gritted his teeth, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing heavily. His voice carried a hint of sobbing: "Unfilial disciple Huo Yuhao, greets Teacher Electrolux."

"???"

Electrolux stared at [Baili Du] in a daze and asked uncertainly: "You actually recognize this old man? And the [Huo Yuhao] you just mentioned, is it... isn't this child..."

"It is like this..." Afterward, [Baili Du] spent a great deal of effort to finally explain the whole story, including his own origins and the complex yet simple relationship between himself and little Huo Yuhao...

Fortunately, this was a spiritual space; combined with the active sharing of memories, the process of communication and explanation was entirely barrier-free as he laid everything out.

To make Electrolux believe him, he casually displayed the super-divine artifacts, the [Staff of the Undead Scourge] and the [Soul Spirit Magic Contract].

This explanation left Electrolux, the Necromancer Saint Mage, stunned and filled with wonder. The super-divine artifact, the [Staff of the Undead Scourge], was the most definitive proof—this person was indeed his disciple!

"To think such a thing could happen; time is truly the most wondrous power in this world! Then, this old man... should your teacher call you [Yuhao] or [Baili Du]?"

Electrolux's tone now carried a noticeably greater sense of intimacy than before.

Baili Du shook his head with a dim expression: "Please call me [Baili Du] for now. After all, this child is the true [Huo Yuhao], and I... am just a failure who lived as [Dai Yuhao]. I truly have no qualification to continue calling myself [Huo Yuhao]."

Electrolux helped Baili Du up, his voice growing more compassionate: "Child, do not say that. This old man has seen many people, but this is the first time I have seen someone as shameless and insidious as your father-in-law. Come to think of it, it is my fault as a teacher; I only taught you magic, but never taught you how to conduct yourself..."

Tears welled up in Baili Du's eyes as he hugged Electrolux, crying like a child: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Teacher! I... I kept trying to search the myriad worlds for your divine consciousness fragments, but when I was in the God Realm, Tang San forbade me from leaving. It was only after Tang San died that I finally had enough status and strength, but when I wanted to search, I could no longer find them..."

"It was only then that I realized Tang San was afraid of me slipping from his control. He first plotted to kill you, destroyed the relics you left me, and even secretly destroyed your divine consciousness fragments in the myriad worlds one by one... I, I lacked the ability to avenge you..."