The doorbell rang again, this time it was Yu Qingshan, who had arrived a step late. As he entered with a beaming smile, he held a cloak in his hand. His voice was gentle as he said to Yi Qiuguo, “Put this on! You walked so fast, what if you catch a cold from the wind?”
Yu Xunge glanced at the blazing sun outside. Big brother, it’s already mid-August.
After she prepared a cup of hot milk for Yi Qiuguo as requested by Yu Qingshan, she finally sat down to chat.
The news of the baby had come in the morning.
Curious, Yu Xunge asked, “How many months along are you?”
Yi Qiuguo’s face was radiant with happiness as she replied, “About a month! The doctor said that even though I’m an older mother, the medical technology is advanced now, and there are tools to help, so there’s no need to worry.”
A month? That means she conceived in early July?
If Yu Xunge remembered correctly, she had informed these two about Yu Xunhuan’s illness at the end of May.
Wasn’t it the case that they learned about Yu Xunhuan’s illness and immediately started trying for a baby?
What was the difference between that and taking a dump on Yu Xunhuan’s back?
Yu Xunge was already starting to smile. She asked them, “Have you thought of a name for the baby?”
The smile on Yu Qingshan’s face hadn’t faded since he entered; even the blue bar above his head hadn’t budged, clearly indicating he was too happy to even use his skills. “How about Yu Xunqi? ‘Qi’ as in porcelain. Yu Xunge, Yu Xunhuan, Yu Xunqi—sounds great, right? It’s obvious they’re siblings, and ‘Qi’ works for both boys and girls.”
Yu Xunge had no interest in siblings; she was only concerned about one thing: “Does my brother know?”
What kind of name is Yu Xunqi? Given the sensitive timing of the pregnancy, Yu Xunsi would be more appropriate.
Clearly, Yu Qingshan and Yi Qiuguo understood this too. Their smiles froze on their faces. They couldn’t act too strange, after all, Yu Xunge didn’t know about her brother’s condition, and they didn’t dare to say anything. If they did, who knew how Yu Xunhuan would react?
Yu Xunge struggled to keep her lips from curling up.
It was futile; she couldn’t suppress it at all.
She simply broke into a radiant smile, showing all eight of her teeth. “I’m really happy for you!”
Seeing the blue bar above Yu Qingshan’s head start to slowly decrease, Yu Xunge looked at him and Yi Qiuguo, repeating each word, “Mom and Dad, I’m really happy for you!”
She would bet all her divine talents—2SS1S1A—that this child would never have a chance to be born.
Yu Qingshan and Yi Qiuguo came in smiling but left with bitter faces.
Yu Xunge, on the other hand, was the opposite. She opened the door with a frown but smiled as she watched them leave, their voices still audible from a distance.
Yu Qingshan: “Do you think he’ll believe us if we say it was an accidental pregnancy?”
Yi Qiuguo: “How accidental could it be? We’ve been cruising smoothly for over twenty years, and suddenly we have a baby? Do you believe that?”
Yu Qingshan: “Shh! Keep it down! We’re outside! Don’t say those things! Aren’t you embarrassed?”
Yi Qiuguo: “Alright, alright~”
Eavesdropping, Yu Xunge: ???
Yu Qingshan: “What if we say you cheated? We could pay a young stud to help you act it out?”
Yi Qiuguo was so delighted she stopped in her tracks, slapping her thigh repeatedly, “Yes! Yes! Let’s do it, let’s do it!”
Yu Qingshan: “…”
From the way Yu Qingshan’s back was turned, it was clear he was quite upset, his finger pointing at Yi Qiuguo trembling as if it had been electrocuted.
Yu Xunge leaned against the gate, laughing until she had her fill before returning to the villa. She instructed Tu Lan to stay behind and watch the house, telling her to notify her through the contract if anyone came to visit.
She had discovered this arrangement during her potion assessment. At that time, she had completely forgotten that there would be “people” waiting for her to return home. Suddenly hearing Tu Lan’s voice asking why she had been gone for so long made her realize she had forgotten about her.
At that moment, her feelings were indescribable. All she knew was that her hand had trembled, ruining a simple basic potion, but her mood wasn’t bad at all.
Today, she was going to Zelan Star to find He Qipa. After the assessment, He Qipa had told her to come back and rest, saying she would look for her once she was well-rested.
Since waking up, Yu Xunge had been looking forward to this.
What kind of reward would it be?
A legendary cauldron? An epic potion? Or a magical robe?
It couldn’t possibly be another piece of potion residue, could it?!
That thing had only served to lower her cooking scores; it was now being used by Tu Lan as a chew toy.
With high hopes, Yu Xunge arrived at the alchemy shop on Zelan Star and found He Qipa.
He Qipa was unusually not brewing potions. She looked at the grinning goblin in front of her, gesturing to a nearby chair with a cigarette pinched between her fingers. “Sit.”
Yu Xunge obediently sat down. She had made up her mind; even if it was potion residue, she could sell it at a high price in the Zelan Star auction house to He Qipa’s fans.
He Qipa said, “Do you know your disguise skill is quite unique?”
Yu Xunge was momentarily surprised; she hadn’t expected He Qipa to start with such a statement. She nodded, “I have a vague idea.”
She had actually suspected this skill for a long time. It was too ordinary compared to the other three skills of the “Thief God,” or even when compared to divine talents like “Breath of Winter,” “Holy Light,” and “Water God.” This skill seemed rather unremarkable.
The disguise duration was short, the cooldown long, and it wasn’t so rare that only she possessed it.
When she had come to Zelan Star with the Special Affairs Bureau, there were already people who could transform into other races to lead them out of the Dark City.
In comparison, “Jia Lai!” seemed unworthy of its S-rank.
But Yu Xunge felt otherwise.
The skill description of “Jia Lai!” was simple: “Summon your disguise! After use, you can temporarily change your appearance, shape, and scent, and it cannot be seen through by any item or skill.”
She had once tested her DNA while in the state of using “Jia Lai!” and had completely transformed into another person.
From that moment on, she had a vague suspicion that the core of this skill lay not in the phrase “can temporarily change appearance, shape, and scent,” but in “cannot be seen through by any item or skill.”
Because modern technology was surprisingly classified under “item skills.”
What about divination? Prophecy? Divine talents? Did those count?
Thief God, the other three skills were all related to theft, while only “Jia Lai!” was special because it was a life-saving skill.
If used well, no one in the world could know the true identity of the Thief God. If used well, even divine talents that could trace back to their source wouldn’t be able to find her.
Only by remaining hidden in the shadows and surviving could one qualify to be the Thief God.
Those who were killed halfway were merely thieves.
However, she had no way to verify these suspicions. The Special Affairs Bureau wouldn’t sell those particularly special skill crystals to the public. For example, the skill that could steal talents in “Sleight of Hand” was absent, clearly indicating that the Special Affairs Bureau was controlling it.
At this moment, He Qipa spoke again, “Actually, for those who have reached a certain level of power, B-rank and below disguise skills are meaningless. The magical aura and fluctuations of the Twelve Holy Races are all different. Even with higher-level disguise skills, if we spend a little more time in contact, we can likely see through it. While appearance can be disguised, you can’t fake the etiquette and speech habits of each race.”
“However, your disguise skill is definitely not ordinary. If I hadn’t accidentally discovered you were from Blue Star, I truly wouldn’t have seen any flaws. Plus, your attitude towards gold coins makes you seem like a real goblin.”
“Transforming into an animal is an option, but recently… cough…” He Qipa suddenly started coughing as if choked by the smoke. That was close; she almost became a traitor of Zelan Star!
Yu Xunge’s eyes widened: ?
Recently what?!
Teacher, say something! I haven’t been human for most of my time on Zelan Star!
After He Qipa finally stopped coughing, she said to Yu Xunge, “In any case, when you come to my class in the future, don’t turn into a cat anymore. You can transform into a blood elf, night elf, undead, siren, or moon fox.”
Yu Xunge: Why don’t you just tell me to make myself look prettier…
【Chapter 147: You see, your disguise skill is different】
Yu Xunge took He Qipa’s subtle hint to heart, determined to discuss this matter with Zhao Shuying after finishing her conversation with He Qipa, so she wouldn’t be caught along with the cockroaches on Zelan Star.
He Qipa continued, “I suspect your disguise skill can also evade the prying eyes of mysterious skills.”
As she spoke, she took out a crystal ball. “Give me a strand of your hair. This crystal ball can track your movements for a period of time, specifically the 12 hours before you pulled out the hair. Do you want to give it a try?”
Being able to test the practicality of her disguise skill was something Yu Xunge eagerly wanted. Moreover, in the previous 12 hours, aside from chatting with Yu Qingshan and Yi Qiuguo, she had been sleeping, so there were no secrets.
In response to He Qipa’s disdainful expression, she plucked a hair from the goblin’s ear and handed it to He Qipa, then secretly covered the Soros pocket watch in her chest and quietly tucked it into her backpack.
He Qipa didn’t notice her little action. She took the hair, blew it towards the crystal ball, and soon a small goblin appeared inside. She was sitting at a table, marveling at the crystal ball, and then the image began to play in reverse. The little goblin looked up and spoke to the undead female mentor, her expressions incredibly vivid.
Before long, the little goblin walked backward out of the alchemy shop, retracing her steps to the basement of a nearby restaurant, and then—poof!—she jumped into a formation in the ceiling and disappeared.