Let Me Game in Peace Chapter 1900 - The Last Supper

“Are you really leaving? You still have a choice,” Zhou Lingfeng remarked while sipping his tea.

“I want to venture out and see for myself,” Zhou Wen replied.

“And what will seeing it achieve? What if you can't endure it?” Zhou Lingfeng set down his teacup and questioned Zhou Wen.

“I might regret taking a look, but I'll regret it forever if I don't,” Zhou Wen answered with a smile.

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“That's right. Better to die swiftly than spend life in endless regret.” Zhou Lingfeng grinned and added, “Looks like I'll need to push harder. If my main account gets wrecked, I'll just grind up my alt.”

Zhou Wen felt rather speechless. He simply couldn't match Zhou Lingfeng's peculiar way of thinking.

“Tell Ouyang Lan yourself. If necessary, reveal the truth to her,” Zhou Lingfeng said gravely all of a sudden.

Zhou Wen thought it over briefly before shaking his head. “No need. It's best if An Jing remains her child. If I don't come back, it'll only cause her needless sorrow.”

“Then share a meal with her.” Zhou Lingfeng let out a sigh.

“Sure.” Zhou Wen agreed with a nod.

“You ought to see Tianzuo as well,” Zhou Lingfeng suggested once more.

Zhou Wen shook his head. “No.”

“No matter what, you're still brothers. What

grudge can't be settled?” Zhou Lingfeng said with a wry smile.

“We hold no grudge. I'm just not accustomed to it, nor is he. Things are fine as they stand,” Zhou Wen replied smilingly.

“Really? Fine, it's your call.” Zhou Lingfeng shook his head in resignation.

That evening, Zhou Wen dined alongside Ouyang Lan and Zhou Lingfeng, with Ya’er and An Jing present too.

Ya’er clung to Zhou Wen throughout. An Jing kept her head down, eating silently without a word.

“Here, cheers to our world-saving hero!” Ouyang Lan beamed happily, constantly filling glasses and toasting Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen accepted without refusal. After several drinks, Ouyang Lan grew tipsy and pulled Zhou Wen into a dance.

She acted bolder than any man, yet her tolerance for liquor was poor.

“Zhou Wen, have I treated you well?” Ouyang Lan's cheeks glowed red as she draped her arms over his shoulder.

“Very well,” Zhou Wen affirmed, nodding.

“You're Lingfeng's son, so you're my son too. After all this time, you still haven't called me Mom. Haven't I done enough?” Zhou Wen was caught off guard, momentarily speechless.

“Or am I unworthy of being called Mom by you?” Ouyang Lan demanded angrily.

“You're more than worthy. You're my mother,” Zhou Wen stated.

“No, say it properly: Mom,” Ouyang Lan insisted.

“Mom,” Zhou Wen uttered, emotions swirling within.

“My dear son, now I can boast to everyone that my son is the hero who saved the world.” Ouyang Lan wobbled to her feet, lifting her glass. “Cheers to my wonderful son!”

With those words, she drained her cup.

“Enough now. No more drinking,” Zhou Lingfeng urged.

“Why stop? I'm overjoyed today. Let's drink until we drop! Right, son?” Ouyang Lan snatched the bottle and refilled her glass.

In the end, Ouyang Lan passed out from the alcohol. Zhou Lingfeng carried her to her room, after which Zhou Wen rose to depart.

“Are you going?” An Jing suddenly asked from behind Zhou Wen.

“Yes.” Zhou Wen nodded.

“Will you come back?” An Jing's question revealed Zhou Wen's misinterpretation of her earlier words.

“How did you know I'm leaving?” Zhou Wen turned to face An Jing.

“The Thearch mentioned wanting to leave. Someone like you must share her intentions, right?” An Jing replied.

“Yes, I'm going. Not sure if I'll return.” Zhou Wen sighed. Even An Jing saw through it, so Ouyang Lan surely had too. Her heavy drinking without protest must stem from deep pain.

“Farewell,” An Jing said, turning away.

It stunned Zhou Wen. An Jing stayed composed, true to her name, far from her former self.

Zhou Wen strolled through Guide Ancient City's streets. Though nearing midnight, lights blazed brightly. After a brief walk, he spotted someone on the roadside stone steps—Jing Daoxian.

“What brings you here?” Zhou Wen had come precisely because he knew Jing Daoxian lingered. Why walk otherwise? He could teleport anywhere instantly.

“May I see the Essence Energy Art Wang Mingyuan bequeathed?” Jing Daoxian inquired.

“No,” Zhou Wen refused flatly.

“Then I'm helpless. Kill me,” Jing Daoxian rose and approached Zhou Wen.

“Why? Tired of life?” Zhou Wen studied Jing Daoxian's face; he seemed utterly serious, genuinely seeking death.

“You've ascended to godhood, blocking my path. I can't advance, so death is my only option.” Jing Daoxian pointed at Zhou Wen. “I know you possess something to transform the dead into Companion Beasts. Slay me and make me your Companion Beast. Bring me along.”

“Do you grasp what that entails? Not everyone turns into a Companion Beast upon death. Success means losing all memories—it's no longer you. Are you certain?” Zhou Wen warned Jing Daoxian. The Devil King regained herself thanks to her pre-left Devil Spirit, like an avatar holding her memories. Fusion restored part of her. Wang Mingyuan and Jing Daoxian lacked such backups. Companion Beast conversion offered no reversal.

“It makes no difference. Without further progress, living equals dying. Life holds no mysteries for me. I'm as good as dead already…” Blood trickled from Jing Daoxian's mouth mid-sentence.

Zhou Wen's brow furrowed. Jing Daoxian's vitality was cut off—he was suiciding. His resolve for death was firm.

“Very well, test your fortune.” Zhou Wen drew the Human Sovereign Stone Saber, plunging it into Jing Daoxian's heart.

“Thanks.” Jing Daoxian slowly shut his eyes. Pedestrians bustled by, blind to Jing Daoxian and Zhou Wen, as if they vanished.

As Jing Daoxian's life fully ebbed, Zhou Wen pondered the Dead Man Tree's response when his phone buzzed. It reacted indeed. Jing Daoxian's body dissolved into light specks, absorbed by the Dead Man Tree. A new fruit sprouted.

You won the bet once more, but was victory worthwhile? Zhou Wen sighed, storing his phone.

He remembered Wang Mingyuan's two Companion Eggs. Retrieving them, he hatched both.

Just as the prior intel indicated: one Yin Reincarnation Flower, the other Yang Reincarnation Flower.

Each bore two leaves—one azure, one crimson—with blossoms atop. Their roots wriggled around Zhou Wen like playful pixies.

Zhou Wen stared intently, body quivering. Transparent beads nestled in each flower pistil.

Tiny infants huddled within the beads, as if cradled in a womb.

Closer look revealed their familiar faces.

As expected from Teacher. Zhou Wen mulled briefly before stepping forward and vanishing. Reappearing, he stood before Liu Yun.

“Eldest Senior Brother, I need your assistance with something.” Zhou Wen summoned the duo of Reincarnation Flowers, hovering them before Liu Yun.

“These are…” Liu Yun eyed the bead infants, then gaped at Zhou Wen in shock.

“Raise them for me.” With a mental command, the Reincarnation Flowers transferred to Liu Yun.

Even if he escaped, survival was uncertain. No sense dragging them to doom.

“You're leaving?” Liu Yun queried Zhou Wen.

“Seems the whole world knows my plans.” Zhou Wen gave a wry smile. “Haha, who asked you to be Human Sovereign? Staying means torment for many—no, countless creatures,” Liu Yun laughed. “Why?” Zhou Wen wondered.

“Who wants to keep calling someone else daddy? You're not their father.” Liu Yun chuckled. “Haha, now that you say it, I should go make them call me daddy before I go.” Zhou Wen chuckled too.