Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 406 Going to school is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime...

The high priest said that after parting ways at the inn, he would have no further financial dealings with Ruibusi.

If there's no economic exchange, then it's just holding a grudge.

Even as she murmured in her dream, she was still sobbing about her gold coin. Miya Xing borrowed one from the High Priest and placed it in her hand; the effect was even better than the Sorrow-Relieving Stone.

Perhaps the Aurora Clan could consider overturning the conclusion that "patients with severe radiation-induced infections cannot be comforted and can only be relieved by the antidote stone" before the discovery of the antidote herb.

The high priest was clearly familiar with the paths in the forest, as well as the paths leading out of the forest.

She led him through the Quark tribe as if they were in their own backyard, passing through one teleportation array after another without encountering a single patrol. The closer they got to the border, the more they felt like they were walking in their own home.

The territory of Shengwujiao remained unchanged, and the residence was renovated to be magnificent and luxurious, just the kind of place that Ruibusi would like.

People who hang out together tend to have similar tastes.

The Elf Cult Leader was quite different from the image he remembered. She looked much more haggard, and her gaze always seemed to linger in a corner, as if someone were standing in an empty place, which sent chills down his spine.

With the help of the herb that relieves worries, Ruibusi quickly recovered from the effects of aurora radiation.

She had shaken off the influence, but she hadn't lost her memory. As she recalled and pondered, she wondered, "Do I really have such a strong aversion to working for the Emperor?"

Incense was burning beside the Elf Lord; it didn't smell bad, but Ruibusi seemed to hate the smell, and the two of them spoke from a distance.

"Who knows?" The elven cult leader slumped back in his chair, seemingly boneless as well. "If you'd like, you can come here and work for me."

The two looked at each other from a great distance, yet they were communicating through a communicator, which seemed very strange.

"Forget it then," she said dismissively. "Staying in a place that's about to go bankrupt for too long will affect your fortune."

The cult leader neither confirmed nor denied it.

The high priest simply glanced at her.

Perhaps they were wondering if her luck in money could possibly decrease.

After gazing at the cult leader across the distance for a long time, Huangwu sat up straighter and said, "I've considered enough possibilities, so why is my future still the same?"

So what they were doing just now was that the leader's passive skill allowed her to see her future, and then, through passive magic, she shared the future she saw with her right eye.

The reply she received was concise: "All roads lead to Rome."

"You are the most unpredictable person I have ever met in terms of the future," the cult leader chuckled. "Little Jinzhao is the most monotonous and boring person I have ever met in terms of the future."

In life, even if you set aside a single day, you'll have a multitude of choices to make—

Get up or stay in bed?

What to eat for breakfast?

……

Whether trivial, complicated, important, or unimportant, people often rely on past behavioral habits when faced with most choices.

Fate, fate, the so-called "fate" is the choices people make according to their character and habits.

"Fortune," derived from "fate," is even more unpredictable and volatile.

It's like a lazy person who rarely gets up early to go out, only to run into a murderer.

Her innate magic allows her to see a person's entire life's "fate" within just a few minutes of meeting them.

However, for many believers who came seeking advice, no matter how much she said, their "fate" did not change in the slightest.

She knew that many people weren't really seeking advice, they just needed someone to talk to.

After a moment of reminiscence, Huangwu said, "I don't think I ever saw her future."

“Hmm,” the cult leader pointed to his right eye, “we hadn’t tried this magic back then.”

Mentioning this evoked a sense of desolation far more intensely than when discussing his future:

"Does the magic have to be broken only when you or I die?"

She had long been dissatisfied with this terrible magic:

"You always look at the future of that bunch of messy people, and then you cry. You know they won't make any changes, but you still waste time on people who are hard to persuade. It makes me cry from time to time too. It's really annoying."

"I haven't complained that your world is too simple, that you're always either holding gold or fighting with people, but you're complaining about me instead."

The two seemed on the verge of arguing, but ultimately did not.

The parting was harmonious. Miya Xing left with Rui Bu Si, and the High Priest handed her a bundle of Dream Incense.

The recipient of the incense was clearly not someone who was disgusted and repulsed by it.

"The person Dark Night is willing to go to any lengths to see is..."

He knew the extent to which this version of the Dream Incense could achieve.

The mental cost of "seeing" the person you want to see is not small.

It's just hard to imagine what kind of person could remain so unforgettable to a Dark Clan even after hundreds or nearly a thousand years.

Even if they can't see the person in person, they must see a false illusion.

“Oh, yes, when he was created, that person was in the deepest stage of obsession, and even the spirit stone form he created was…” She pointed to her brain, “Hmm, not quite normal.”

Miya Xing had long noticed that when these spirit stone beings mentioned "colleagues," they could always find a sense of superiority from different angles.

She was born much earlier than the Dark Night, but that didn't stop her from knowing everything about things she had never seen.

“Dark Night quite liked her, um... I can’t really imagine what it would be like for him to be obsessed with someone.” After pondering for a moment, she felt disgusted by her own imagination. “But now, he definitely won’t have the chance to see her again, now that he’s alive.”

"Haven't you seen her before?"

“Oh, she was long dead when I came here, but I’ve seen what she looked like,” she said, sounding like she had no recollection of her at all. After she finished speaking, she added, “Not as pretty as me.”

Rui Bu Si is not someone who cares about her appearance.

Whether it's her unkempt hair or her slouching posture, it all proves this point.

But perhaps because she had been competing with someone who valued appearance for hundreds of years, she also couldn't stand anyone saying she wasn't pretty.

Miya Xing vaguely sensed that the person An Ye liked was related to her, but before he could ask any further, he saw her suddenly frown.

Before she could even extend her probing hand, she spoke rapidly:

"Oh, the Emperor has something urgent to discuss with me. Ask for directions and go back by yourself."

Before he could reply, she had vanished from the spot, and Miya Xing reached out but found nothing.

"The driver is weak yet still recklessly uses magic!"

Perhaps we shouldn't have purified the aurora energy on her body so thoroughly.

By the time he returned, his anger had subsided considerably. The Dark Emperor was up to something again, and Ribusi had not yet returned. The servants were discussing the Quark people's collective suggestion to the Elders—to drive the Aurora Clan off Quark Star.

The Quark tribe spent a lot of money to buy large quantities of Worry-Free Grass from other tribes, and the news spread throughout the places where Worry-Free Grass was sold.

His first thought was that the high priest, who had no teachings, could make a fortune again.

From this perspective, even if the Unborn Child were wiped out by the Dark Clan or the Quark Clan, they would still possess wealth that even the long-lived Elf Clan could not exhaust in a lifetime.

"Historical records indicate that the Shengwu Sect was dissolved voluntarily by its leader." Because of his connection with Ruibusi, he had researched the sect's information.

Too many things happened during this period. While official Quark history records little about this "cult" that didn't develop into a major scourge, unofficial histories contain numerous accounts:

"Unofficial history says that the last time the cult leader appeared in public was at the Meng Academy."

After the disbandment of the Shengwu Sect, the Elf Sect Leader lost her protection, and given her prophetic abilities, the Meng Academy was not a safe place.

Nowhere is a safe place.

No one would not want to own a walking magic prophecy book.

This book of prophecy, in particular, has no ability to protect itself.

Strangely, before meeting him in person, he had never heard from anywhere that the Elf Lord possessed prophetic abilities.

The ending of Sheng Wujiao was both too delightful and too hasty. She did not use her abilities to do anything significant. The claim that the leader could make prophecies would be met with skepticism even today, let alone in the future.

"In a few days, Soul Recaller and I will be going to Moe Academy. Huh—that guy actually dares to run to Moe Academy again. Isn't he afraid of getting caught..."

As soon as she returned, she started talking to herself, and her state was not much different from when they parted. The Dark Emperor did not notice the change in her.

Miya Xing guessed that the Dark Emperor was too engrossed in his momentary victory and forgot to take care of her.

Putting aside the matter of her lack of education, he roughly knew about her undercover history: "When are you planning to go?"

"In a few years, I heard that the Quark tribe's teacher's license is very difficult to obtain. If I don't have an excellent score, I will have to teach in other places for a few years before I can choose to go to Meng Academy."

Miya Xing was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was talking about.

"You, teacher, enrollment... it will be much easier for you to enter Moe Academy as a student."

He regained his language skills after a brief period of confusion.

"How can you say the same thing as the Soul Caller?" she said, displeased. "How could I possibly study with children? Even if I don't pass the teacher's exam, I would never apply for a cleaning job as a student!"