Chapter 88 The Fourth Time Entering the Evil Dragon Space
"Master, why are their clothes the same?"
Xia Feng was carving the teleportation array for The Gate to the World inside the house. The princess stood by the one-way window, carefully observing the bustling maids outside.
"Because they're maids. They wear uniforms—maid outfits," Xia Feng replied without looking up.
"Maid? What's a maid?"
The princess had asked Xia Feng over fifty questions in just ten minutes, as if she had an endless stream of curiosity.
Xia Feng massaged his temples, stood up, and tossed her his phone, briefly explaining how to use it. "Search whatever you want to know."
Yue Hongli had almost no memory or common sense, but some instinctive habits remained. She quickly grew proficient with the keyboard.
After searching, she gave a slight nod and murmured, "Maid outfit: In master-servant roleplay, the servant's appealing attire can greatly enhance the physiological desire and combat ability of certain uniform-fetish masters."
"?" Xia Feng paused mid-carving and looked up, expressionless.
The princess was deep in thought. Her long, elegant dress shimmered with light before reforming into a black-and-white lace maid outfit that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Semi-transparent stockings hugged her legs, accentuating their curves. She touched the black choker around her neck, lifted her cold face, and said calmly, "Master, does this improve your combat ability?"
"!!!"
Xia Feng nearly choked on his own saliva. Pressing a hand to his forehead, he clarified, "That's… not the kind of combat ability you're thinking of."
The princess nodded solemnly and resumed searching: How maid outfits enhance a master's combat ability.
Watching the sexy maid typing rapidly, occasionally nodding in contemplation, Xia Feng sighed. Clearly, this princess needed proper training.
But her interruption reminded him of something.
"Yue Hongli, do you remember our first meeting?"
"I remember. The first time I saw Master was in a dream," she replied, setting the phone aside.
"But why a dream? You hadn't been born yet. Could you always communicate with the outside world through dreams? Is that one of your abilities?" Xia Feng frowned.
"No, Master."
The princess shook her head. "The prince once attempted a dream connection experiment with Meng'e's help, hoping to reach me directly. But the Imaginary River's blockade was too strong—he only succeeded twice."
Xia Feng blinked, still puzzled. "If he succeeded twice, why didn't he meet you?"
"Because of Heavenly Misfortune and Blessing," she answered flatly.
"Oh?" Xia Feng's interest piqued. "Isn't that divine power sealed? Do you recall its ability?"
"I don't remember specifics, but I sense the world's balance. The rise of misfortune often means the decline of fortune—and that lost fortune accumulates within me."
Her tone remained detached. "Over countless years, an immense amount of fortune must have gathered in me, allowing me to escape the Imaginary River and fulfill wishes that benefit me. My greatest wish was immortality. That desire is ingrained, so I always survive by chance. As for my lack of memory and common sense… it's likely the cost of evading death so often."
Xia Feng stared, stunned. What kind of ability is this?
It's absurdly overpowered!
In other words, if the princess didn't want to die, she'd never die—fate would conspire to save her.
Wait—Xia Feng's eyes widened. "Can you control the fortune you've accumulated?"
The princess shook her head. "No, Master. Heavenly Misfortune and Blessing is sealed. Aside from a 100% chance of immortality, other events merely have a higher probability of favoring me."
That's enough! Xia Feng grinned. Her luck was, indirectly, his luck.
An unexpected boon.
"Wait, that still doesn't explain how we met," he pressed.
"I don't know the exact reasons, but based on the immortality mechanism and the master recognition ceremony, following the prince would have killed me. To prevent my death, his two dream connections failed. Yet through some unknown coincidence, I became connected to you instead, Master."
As Xia Feng listened to the princess's explanation, he nodded thoughtfully. So that's how those two strange dreams had occurred.
Because the princess's survival instinct prevented her from recognizing the prince as her master, his plan to establish their bond through dream meetings—despite the Imaginary River's interference—had somehow succeeded twice. Yet by sheer coincidence, he'd been unable to enter those dreams himself, allowing the princess to instead enter Xia Feng's.
What absurd luck... Xia Feng marveled. The universe really bends over backwards for her, doesn't it?
The prince had essentially become a tragic clown—working tirelessly only to hand everything to Xia Feng on a silver platter. The irony almost made him feel guilty.
"But does this mean I'll live a long life too?" Xia Feng studied the princess with renewed interest.
Then again, he couldn't afford complacency. The princess's immortality didn't guarantee his survival—their lives weren't directly linked.
Noticing Xia Feng had finished his thoughts, the princess resumed typing on her phone.
Soon, the teleportation array was complete.
"Enough studying for now. Let's go."
"Yes, Master."
The princess transformed into an ancient war blade and settled at Xia Feng's waist.
The array flared with light.
...
Fourth entry into the Evil Dragon Space.
The scenery remained unchanged.
"Tsk tsk, still breathing I see."
The black crow perched on a branch blinked open its eyes, voice dripping with lazy amusement. "Had you not shown up, I'd have assumed that little human life of yours was snuffed out by the God of Life~"
"Heh~ No need to worry, you stinky bird. Divine revelation says I'm blessed with longevity~"
Xia Feng grinned as he approached.
"You— Hm? Wait."
The crow's gaze locked onto the Ancient Warblade at Xia Feng's hip. Its pupils constricted slightly, tone shifting to genuine surprise. "Fascinating. For such a young human whelp, you certainly know how to deliver surprises~"
With a flutter of ink-dark feathers, the crow took flight, circling Xia Feng before hovering above the sword. Its voice turned grave:
"This peculiar divine aura... was she once a Star God?!"
(End of Chapter)