I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1278: I’ll come to play with you again.

"Third Madam, this is my mother’s dying wish. I just wanted to fulfill my filial duty, and that young woman already has someone in her heart. To let my mother pass away peacefully, the three of us discussed a fake marriage. On the day of the ceremony, I was planning to switch the bride to you. I even sent people to find you, but they all perished in a flash flood on their way. Left with no choice, we had to go through with the act, but on the wedding day, you suddenly showed up and refused to listen to my explanation... Alas, everything is just the work of fate!"

"Qing Lang, is everything you’re saying true?"

"If there’s even a grain of falsehood, let Heaven strike me down!"

"Lang!"

"Third Madam!"

"Sigh, the plot is really ridiculously cheesy. I wonder what those thick-skinned designers were thinking when they came up with this." Watching the two tightly embracing each other, you let out a soft sigh, held Mei Ye’s hand, and turned to leave.

"Wait." Third Madam suddenly calls out to you.

"Is there something else?" you ask with a smile.

"I damaged your weapon earlier, so I’ll compensate you with another one." Third Madam waves her elegant hand, and a strikingly stylish knife appears before you. "You’re a good person. May you have a long life."

"Thank you." You take the knife, and then hear the sweet voice of the system chime in: "Mission ’Misunderstood Marriage’ completed. You have received the Wind Slayer Knife. Reputation increased by 100 points."

You toss the Iron Sword into your Spatial Bag, gripping the knife with your right hand while holding Mei Ye’s hand with your left. Together, you slowly walk along the path out of the forest. At that moment, the system’s gentle voice rings again: "You have exited the Netherworld. Welcome to the Cissirya Prairie."

Turning back, you notice the scenery behind you has completely changed. You’re now standing in a boundless prairie, with no forest in sight.

Gazing at the vast sky above and the sprawling earth beneath, you can’t help but shout into the heavens, releasing a surge of emotions. Beside you, the little girl suddenly exclaims excitedly: "Yay, yay, there’s pancake eggs to eat! Eldest Brother, I want to go home for dinner. Mommy’s calling me back."

Her words spark a realization—you haven’t eaten anything since you entered the realm. Nodding, you say, "Where do you live? I’ll send you home."

"Papa said you can’t go there right now." Mei Ye says innocently.

"Then how will you get home?" You ask, perplexed.

"Just like this, Eldest Brother. Goodbye!" Mei Ye’s body turns into a wisp of red smoke and vanishes instantly, leaving her sweet, crisp voice lingering in the air. "I’ll come play with you again later!"

You simply smile. Estimating the time, you figure it’s about time to log out. Suddenly, your vision starts to blur, and the scenery around you instantly changes. In the next moment, you find yourself back in your own real-world room.

"Master, you’ve returned." Qimeng stands beside you, smiling warmly.

"Yes, I’m back, but I’m so tired." You glance around the room, noticing the item you were looking for isn’t there, so you ask, "Qimeng, do we have a nourishing pool at home?"

"We do. It’s in the bathroom."

You nod, setting your clothes down on the sofa before heading to the bathroom wearing only your underwear.

As you undress, Qimeng quickly turns her head away, pretending to busy herself with other things to avoid the awkwardness. She’s not fooling anyone—her cheeks are clearly flushed. A blushing machine—it’s certainly something novel. You wonder how you’ll react once you realize this later.

After spending an hour in the nourishing pool, you feel completely rejuvenated, ready to put on your Game glasses and dive back into the game. However, Qimeng suddenly appears before you, speaking softly: "Master, while you were playing the game, someone came to visit. He asked you to go see him once you returned."

"Did he leave his identity?"

"Yes, Su Qiyang—the school’s Vice Principal."

"Did he leave a contact address? I’ll use a projection system to reach him directly."

"Master, we don’t have a projection system here. The school dormitory isn’t equipped for that." freēwēbnovel.com

You sigh, shrug your shoulders, and reluctantly stand up. Leaving the dormitory, you follow the address provided by Qimeng until you arrive at a lakeside. Looking around, you finally walk into a glass pavilion.

"Hello, this is Vice Principal Su’s residence. Who are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for Vice Principal Su."

"Vice Principal Su is in the study. Please wait a moment."

Suddenly, the pavilion where you’re standing begins to descend. In the blink of an eye, you’re submerged deep underwater. Outside the thin glass walls is a world of water, filled with swimming creatures—some even from alien star systems. But before you have time to fully appreciate the underwater beauty, the glass pavilion connects seamlessly to a standalone glass house at the lakebed.

"The guest has arrived."

The gentle voice echoes again as you step out of the glass pavilion into a room filled with the aroma of books.

As soon as you set foot inside, you’re greeted by nothing but books. They’re housed in spherical shelves floating mid-air, with a simple yet extraordinary redwood desk at the center. Behind the desk stands a middle-aged man wearing a smile as he looks at you.

"Principal Su, greetings." You walk up to the man and bow to him.

"Ah, a perfect execution of Tang-style etiquette. It seems your mentor must’ve been a descendant of the Mou Style Study Technique, correct?" The middle-aged man speaks in an intriguingly captivating voice.

"Yes, but the old master has since passed away." You deliberately lower your voice.

"The Mou Style Study Technique was once regarded as a treasure by the literary world, but later fell into decline due to the exclusion by other schools of thought. To my knowledge, you’re the last practitioner of Mou Style today. If you don’t plan on taking in disciples, you might very well be the last inheritor."

With firm conviction, you reply, "Mou Style Study Technique embodies the cultural essence of Ancient China. It has been passed down uninterrupted for over two thousand years, and it will never be lost."

"Well said, you have ambition!" The middle-aged man lightly pats the redwood desk and says, "But ambition alone isn’t enough. In today’s society, the rich grow richer, and the poor grow poorer. Do you know what it takes to survive in this world?"

"Strategies." You answer simply.

The middle-aged man nods, choosing not to elaborate further. Instead, he smiles at you and says, "Have you found a job yet? Is your income stable?"

"I’m currently working part-time at a restaurant—two hours a day, one hundred Galaxy coins per hour."

In truth, your job outside is just a cover. Your private account holds more than enough money to sustain you comfortably for quite some time.

"Oh? I didn’t expect you to secure a job so quickly. I was preparing another opportunity for you." The middle-aged man points to a stack of papers on the desk. "These are job applications from Tensho Society’s branch at my school. Take a look and fill one out."

When you pick up the application and read it, your expression instantly changes. With a firm tone, you say, "I’m sorry, but I cannot accept this position."