Wei School's Three Good Students

Chapter 109 Who's being glared at, and who's pregnant?
Wu Fei successfully spurred the team onto the road, leaving without a trace.

The next morning, in the newly erected soup kitchen outside Suling County, four veiled people looked at each other, bewildered, as they watched the dust rising on the official road.

In their eyes, they had just managed to lay out their precious grain distribution plan, and now their "target" was leaving—wasn't that just playing with them? However, the grain had already been delivered to the soup kitchens, and the refugees along the way were eagerly watching the large pots, gathering in front of the kitchens. They had originally intended to create chaos by distributing the soup, but if they dragged the grain back, it would only backfire.

The four local leaders of the Nightmare Moon Cult were extremely unwilling. However, just as one of the leaders was discussing whether they should continue their actions, a butterfly appeared. The four men looked on in terror, holding their breath. They hurriedly pulled out ceramic bottles from their robes, afraid of being a step too slow.

The butterfly landed in the porcelain vase, and its slender abdomen began to expel pearl-like eggs. —Without this vase, these eggs would have been laid on a person. These Nightmare Moon cultists had witnessed this butterfly lay its eggs on some unfortunate soul.

The moment the egg touches a person, it's like a dream. The person won't feel any hot or cold, soft or hard sensations. The victim will fall asleep and gradually become a dream in their sleep. Finally, with one touch, the whole person will be annihilated, and then a butterfly will fly out from it.

A few minutes later, the butterfly fluttered away, and the four people carefully covered the porcelain bottle and put it away. Although protected by the porcelain bottle, the four of them still had a dream in which they all heard commands.

One of them slowly said: "It is the poem 'Butterfly Loves Flowers'."

The others nodded, and one of them, who was skilled in light footwork, carried the porcelain bottle and chased after Wu Fei's group.

Yes, carrying butterfly eggs, they went to chase after "flowers".

…moths fly to the flame, while some insects are drawn to electric arc welding…

As the group left Suling County, Wu Fei realized they were getting further and further away from the uncomfortable and chaotic area behind them, and gradually returned to a relaxed state.

By morning, the horses and men had relaxed. The driver's whip had become gentler, as if swatting flies off a horse's rump. On the cart, many people were slumped over, swaying with the horses and carriage.

During his time in Suling County, Wu Fei clearly sensed that someone was targeting him. This feeling of being targeted was like being able to sense incoming stone projectiles and arrow rain through the aura of evil on the battlefield.

Wu Fei's personal understanding of this is: the physical rules here are quite unique. When someone targets you with an idealistic mindset, this idealistic phenomenon will interfere with reality and affect you. However, this influence is complex; it won't suddenly bring disaster upon you. Instead, it will produce various omens. And your keen perception can detect these signs of crisis. Then, following your intuition, you can avoid them in advance.

Of course, Wu Fei knew that this was just his personal opinion. As for whether it was right or wrong, he didn't expect the system to care.

So Wu Fei sought out Gongshu Wang and asked him to use his magical conch shell—no, his magical compass—to verify if it was correct.

After understanding Wu Fei's account, Gongshu Wang took a deep breath and said to Wu Fei, "Your technique should be called 'Mengtou'."

The sixty-first of the seventy-two methods is the omen: when something is about to happen, there are signs.

After communicating with Gongshu Wang, Wu Fei roughly understood that as he entered the Dao, he became increasingly sensitive to the energy of heaven and earth, and extremely sensitive to the energy of the environment and people's hearts. When he stopped to rest in Suling County during his journey, the energy suddenly changed. Therefore, this was a kind of premonition, a "premonition".

Wu Fei suddenly realized: Military strategists also have similar strategies, namely, observing the situation of a large army to understand whether the army is capable of fighting. Whether the army is "full of fighting spirit" or "unstable morale" can be seen as signs.

Gongshu Wang, holding his compass, predicted a minor calamity for Wu Fei, who simply laughed it off. Inwardly, he cursed, "Feudal superstition!"

He then summoned the system and exclaimed, "System, this is feudal superstition, isn't it?"

System: "This is a local custom."

…the sun continued to climb another foot higher…

Exhaustion from the journey washed over Wu Fei, who leaned against the carriage. As the carriage swayed, Wu Fei drifted off to sleep. Just as Wu Fei was asleep, a flock of butterflies fluttered in from 500 meters away.

First, two or three butterflies landed on a few people in the group, then scattered into bubbles. The drivers and the manager were slightly distracted, but didn't notice anything, and continued with their work.

Meanwhile, the swarm of butterflies outside, having received the information, flew towards Wu Fei's carriage. Wu Fei was taking a nap at that moment.

…breathing was steady, with no snoring…

Inside the carriage, fluorescent butterflies swarmed around Wu Fei, but seemed hesitant because Wu Fei's breathing carried a special aura that made the butterflies feel blocked.

As a human being on the organic life level and a Vermilion Bird being on the nuclear life level, Wu Fei is now very difficult to be invaded by evil spirits.

Moreover, if it were truly a matter of invasion, it wouldn't be this tiny flying insect's turn. The Vermilion Bird reigns supreme in the sky, and the Phoenix reigns supreme on the ground; as the king of birds, they are natural predators of insects.

If it weren't for the system's activation of its power to forcibly suppress any manifestation of the "Vermilion Bird" bloodline in humans under 100 years old during Wu Fei's practice of the Body Freeze Technique, the insects entering the tent would have aroused Wu Fei's predatory instincts towards these spirit insects.

In the systematic sports system, the development of human organic life is the main curriculum. Although the Vermilion Bird is a higher-level life form in this plane, all life activities at the nuclear level are controlled so as not to affect the normal development of students.

The system's effective control over the Vermilion Bird bloodline does not mean that other forces can exploit loopholes.

While Wu Fei was sleeping, these butterflies, urged on by their master behind the scenes, continued to flutter around him obliviously, trying to find an opportunity.

Three hours later, more than eighty butterflies had gathered, formed an array, and began to swarm towards Wu Fei. The butterflies were like a whirlpool storm, their wings changing colors like a kaleidoscope, seemingly capable of engulfing everything.

However, as the fire energy condensed on Wu Fei's body, a fiery red Vermilion Bird appeared in the carriage. With a soft thud, it flapped its wings slightly, and all the exotic butterflies became fragrant and landed around Wu Fei.

The fiery red energy leaped off Wu Fei's shoulder and excitedly approached the insects. One by one, the butterflies, their wings burned off, tried to crawl away, but were caught and eaten by the bird's beak. Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the butterflies were gone, and the little bird formed from the fiery red energy entered Wu Fei's body, forming a red mark on his brow.

…Even a sleeping sparrow can find worms to eat…

Wu Fei had a dream. At first, there seemed to be a beautiful fairy in the dream, but before he could feel anything, it vanished in a flash, as if some antivirus software was warning him not to have erotic dreams.

That's right. For the past ten years, Wu Fei has never missed a "big dream." Some things that should have been lost in his dreams have been replaced by "various real-time strategy game scenarios" because of the slightest hint of "springtime thoughts" in his dreams.

And now, in his dream, he was controlling a massive army, which was being attacked by a swarm of butterfly-shaped bio-weapons. As the army was destroyed and forced into retreat, Wu Fei became enraged. He brought up the code and entered "whosyourdaddy".

After the code was entered, Wu Fei, as the commander, began to grow larger and transformed into Ultraman. Wu Fei laughed wildly and, facing these biological weapons, stomped down, creating a large pit. A powerful suction force burst forth from the pit, pulling the butterfly in.

And so, Wu Fei bounced around in his dream, watching the butterfly at his feet being sucked into the vortex of the hole he had stepped on, its wings tumbling and struggling. Quite amusing.

…The bouncy insect was eaten by the sparrow…

In the capital, Miss Li was taking a nap. She slept beautifully on her couch; in her dreams, her lips would curve slightly, a very sweet sight.

Now, however, beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheets. In her dream, she found herself fleeing frantically through a vast, thunderous swamp, as if some colossal being in the sky was constantly trampling the earth.
As she ran, she found herself in a giant footprint. Before she could even wonder who the footprint belonged to, she was pulled down by the suction of the pit and fell in. Every time she tried to climb out, she was unsuccessful.

On her ninety-ninth fall back into the pit, she felt a force seeping into her abdomen from the footprint.

At this moment, she suddenly woke up. After getting up, her smooth back was completely soaked, revealing her beautiful figure. She struggled to sit up, as if she had just gone through a strenuous exercise.

After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly realized something, clutched his stomach, and then turned deathly pale.

Although she hadn't lost her virginity, a feeling of pregnancy was present in her belly.

…advanced reproductive methods of the 40th century…

On the other side, Wu Fei, who was stepping on butterflies in his dream, got tired and then fell into a daze. When he woke up, he also saw a system pop-up notification.

Wu Fei: "What? I have another son?"—his tone was filled with disbelief.

System: While you are sleeping, something attempts to launch a biochemical attack on you. Due to the counterattack of your immune system, some immune cells follow the signal and have already taken root in the target's body, achieving the strategic goal of impregnating it.

Wu Fei: "Don't make it sound so mystical. I understand each word individually, but what does it all mean when put together?"

System: "In this world, the transmission of material information can be achieved through 'spatial warp' interactions. Therefore, some things, such as the input of genetic information, can be accomplished without physical contact; a mere glance is sufficient."

Wu Fei: "You mean, I have the ability to make anyone pregnant just by glaring at them?"

System: "Your immune system currently functions as follows: I will not attack unless attacked, but if attacked, I will retaliate."

Wu Fei: "Um, the one who just attacked me was a woman?"

System: "Yes, if the offender is male, the 'Holy Roots' system will create an umbilical cord system to transform him into your son. Precisely because the other party has the ability to reproduce, the primary purpose is propagation."

After a moment of silence, Wu Fei said, "Um, could you let me enjoy the process next time?"

System: "Reproduction does not require indulgence. Indulgence is not forbidden, but you are currently a minor and practicing your balance."

At this point, Wu Fei frowned and nodded helplessly. —The Immobilization Technique felt excellent to him right now.

Moreover, he was not an ignorant little boy who knew full well that "love" often came with "obligations".

Although I wanted to get married in my past life, considering the dowry of 300,000 yuan and having to hand over all my salary, I felt it was better to stay single. When desire arises, it's not like I'm under the influence of aphrodisiacs in a martial arts novel and will explode and die if I don't touch a member of the opposite sex.

Furthermore, Wu Fei is currently obsessed with the art of immobilization, causing his mind, heart rate, and other sensory information to fluctuate whenever he becomes distracted. It takes him more than ten hours to adjust these indicators back to normal, and some physiological data take up to a week to recover.

In the 21st century, people confined to small rooms, embracing sainthood after the fact, are unaware of their own loss. However, in this vast world, many perceptions become uncalibrated and unstable.

For example, when flying on a peacock, one's body movements must be subtly adjusted to the airflow, and one must move in sync with the peacock as it dives to avoid the excessive impact.

Under the systematic guidance, Wu Fei followed a "health preservation philosophy" that is based on the post-24th century system.

"Wine and women" are major calamities for cultivators. Without any indicators or guidance, people before the 24th century would indulge in these vices in a muddled way.

Just as people before the tenth century had no concept of sugar intake, so many rulers had short lifespans.

Historical records indicate that Cao Pi favored rock sugar, which is cane sugar; An Lushan also suffered from diabetes in his later years. With the advent of health indicators in the 21st century, most people have exercised restraint in their health practices; for example, Xuan Chong in his previous life stopped eating sweets after the age of sixteen.

Similarly, in the 24th century, with more precise data on physical indicators, meaningless impulses were restrained for most people.

Having just tasted the sweetness of "looking up at the heavens and the earth," Wu Fei returned to the enjoyment of looking up at the sky and quickly put the woman who had flashed through his mind in his dream behind him.

…The perspective shifts to the capital city…

Six days later, inside the Li family residence. Jia Qiayang, an imperial censor from the Demon Suppression Bureau, arrived, not on official business, but to deliver a letter to the woman he admired through the wall.

Jiaqiayang: "Miss, please rest assured, I will marry no one but you!"

Unbeknownst to him, as he gazed at the red apricot tree in the Li family courtyard, a purple light was already swirling deep within his pupils.

In the courtyard behind the wall, Miss Li frowned, her blue eyes filled with worry. She couldn't extract the wisp of energy that had already "egg-like" inside her, so she had to seal it.

Having a child out of wedlock is absolutely unacceptable in a large family. Miss Li was well aware of her current situation. Her family branch was still under the protection of the main sect. Even if her family were still in Jiuyang County, she would be expelled from the family and forced to marry a commoner. If the main sect found out now, she would definitely be purged to ensure that the family's reputation remained spotless.

So, she had no choice but to risk finding someone to take over her situation, namely that fool outside the wall.

After a long WeChat chat between the two, separated by a wall, exchanging sweet nothings, Jia Qiayang, his heart already entangled in purple thorns, returned home, beginning a melodramatic "Young Master of the Prince's Mansion Charges For Love" storyline. Jia Qiayang decided to go back and have a serious talk with his father, Prince Bei Jing.

Inside the room, Ms. Li was writing something in a book with blue ink.

As the blue deepened on the book, suddenly, a three-eyed reflection appeared behind her.

After seeing the chess piece he had placed calling to him, Xian Daoren stared at Miss Li's belly.

Miss Li's expression was clearly unnatural in front of this young immortal. She had no scruples towards Jia Qiayang, this sycophant, but she wanted to explain herself to Xian Daoren.

Master Xiandao: "No need to explain, I know your reason."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Li's eyes welled up with tears, clearly deeply moved by this understanding.

Xian Daoren said, "I cannot remove this egg, but I can suppress it. You should proceed according to your plan."

Miss Li opened her mouth: "Immortal, I, I actually want to be with you—" (Before she could finish her words of wanting to be together, she was stopped by the Immortal Master.)
The Daoist Master looked at the purple that had appeared in the woman's pupils, smiled, and shook his head: "This is a tribulation you must overcome in the mortal world. When you have achieved your goal, I will take you away."

(End of this chapter)