4: Chapter 4: The Holy Maiden Crosses Over to Catch Adulterers, Pointing at a Sixty-Year-Old Academician and Asking If He's a Vixen

"Little comrade..."

Wang Jianguo's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.

"Then did that girlfriend of yours say what the high-grade ones should be like?"

"High-grade, huh?" Jiang Chen recalled the chat history.

"It seems to be called something like Cleansing Marrow Divine Liquid. It's said that a single drop can make a person reborn and ascend to immortality instantly. But she said that stuff has too volatile energy; if I used it, I'd probably just explode into fireworks."

Li Zhenbang suddenly clutched his chest, pulled out some fast-acting heart pills from his pocket, and dry-chewed two of them.

"What a waste of heaven's gifts... a complete waste!"

Academician Li was heartbroken.

"If it's true, this means that in some corner of this universe, there exists a world with a civilization level far higher than ours! They possess the ultimate truth we dream of, yet they use it for bathing!"

Lei Keming stood to the side, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

After the shock came wild joy.

As a Director of State Security, he didn't look at the scientific principles, but at the strategic value.

If what Jiang Chen said was true, then this woman named "Saintess of Taichu," or rather the world behind her, was an inexhaustible treasure trove.

As long as a little bit leaked out through the cracks of her fingers, just a tiny bit of trash, it would be enough for the Dragon Country to be well-fed and take off directly!

"Jiang Chen."

Lei Keming's voice became unprecedentedly gentle, even carrying a hint of inducement.

"You just said, you're in this... [Myriad Heavens Soft Rice System]?"

"It's the [myriad heavens perfect matchmaking system]!"

Jiang Chen corrected, "But I feel like it's just about eating soft rice. Because the system rules state: The Host is responsible for providing emotional value, and the female side is responsible for providing cultivation resources."

"Eating soft rice is good!"

Lei Keming slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement.

"So what if you're eating soft rice? Eating soft rice based on your own ability is strategic cooperation! Think about it, if we could get their artifact refining technology, wouldn't our aircraft carriers be able to fly? If we could get those medicinal pills, wouldn't our soldiers be invulnerable to weapons?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, grabbing Jiang Chen's hand: "Little Jiang! After careful consideration, the organization has decided to entrust you with an arduous and glorious task."

Jiang Chen had a bad premonition: "What... what task? You want me to be a secret agent?"

"No."

Lei Keming took a deep breath and pointed at the room full of Academicians who were looking at him eagerly.

"Your task is—to fall in love. Love her to death! Not only must you date her, but you must also coax her, spoil her, and make her unable to leave you! Give her whatever she wants; if we don't have it, the country will build it for you! No matter what, you must hold this bowl of soft rice steady for me!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

"No, Director, this is very difficult."

Jiang Chen was about to cry: "You don't understand, she's a yandere! The kind that wants to kill your whole family at the drop of a hat. And this system is a scam; if it detects that the emotional value I provide isn't enough, it will deduct my lifespan to make up for it!"

"Lifespan?" Professor Chen Shuhua suddenly interjected, her eyes shining.

"Don't be afraid! As long as you can get all kinds of pills from her, never mind deducting lifespan, even if you were sliced up, we could piece you back together!"

Jiang Chen felt that this group of scientists was even more terrifying than the Saintess.

Just then.

The phone, which had been quiet, started vibrating again.

"Buzz—"

This time, the vibration wasn't as slight as before; it carried a certain urgent rhythm, even causing the table to tremble slightly.

Jiang Chen glanced at the screen, and his face turned pale instantly—really pale, without a drop of blood.

A blood-red exclamation mark popped up on the screen:

[Warning! Detected that the female side "Saintess of Taichu"'s emotional fluctuation value has exceeded the critical point!]

[Reason: No reply received within three minutes after sending the voice message, and through the causal line, it sensed a large amount of opposite-sex aura around the Host (Professor Chen Shuhua).]

[Female side's judgment: You are having an affair behind her back.]

[Current status: Extremely enraged. Attempting to forcibly tear through the plane barrier to cross dimensions and catch you in the act.]

[Suggested action: Immediately! Right now! Initiate a video call to soothe her! Otherwise, suffer the consequences!]

"It's over."

Jiang Chen threw the phone on the table and slumped in his chair.

"She thinks I'm cheating. And she seems to have smelled the perfume on Professor Chen."

Professor Chen Shuhua was stunned: "I'm sixty years old! What affair?"

"To an eight-hundred-year-old, sixty is just a fresh young girl in her prime."

Jiang Chen said desperately.

Lei Keming reacted the fastest.

"Stop talking nonsense! Video! Answer it immediately!"

Then he turned and roared at everyone.

"Everyone, listen up! Level one combat readiness! But not for war, for acting!"

"Acting what?" Li Zhenbang was confused.

"Acting out daily life!"

Lei Keming's brain turned rapidly.

"We can't let her think Jiang Chen is being detained or interrogated. We need to make her think Jiang Chen is living well, very decently, and..."

He looked at the cold lead walls and the pile of scary instruments around him.

"Quick! Remove all these instruments! Xiao Zhang! Go to the cafeteria and bring a table of food! Get the main courses! And also... bring that Clivia from my office! Create a warm, artistic, and upscale atmosphere!"

"And you guys!"

Lei Keming pointed at the three top-tier Academicians.

"Take off your white coats! Even if you're wearing a vest, that's fine! Pretend to be... Jiang Chen's elders! His second uncle, his third great-uncle! You must smile! Be kind!"

Li Zhenbang pointed at his own nose: "Me? A second uncle? And I have to smile?"

"For science! For that bottle of spirit liquid!" Lei Keming roared, "Will it kill you to smile?"

Academician Li gritted his teeth, and under the menacing gaze of this State Security boss, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Are you ready?"

Lei Keming looked at the interrogation room, which had been quickly decorated like a New Year's dinner scene, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Jiang Chen, remember. No matter what she says, agree with her! As long as you can get her to put that sword away, you can even call her 'Mom' if you have to!"

Jiang Chen held the hot potato of a phone, looking at the constantly flashing [Video Invitation] on the screen.

That was a FaceTime from hell.

He took a deep breath and tremblingly pressed the green answer button.

The screen flickered.

The image connected.

The first thing that came into view was not a face, but a sky full of blood-red color.

In the background, there seemed to be a mountain peak towering into the clouds.

But in the swirling clouds and mist, one could faintly see the corpse of a monster as huge as a mountain, lying across the plaza, with blood pouring down like a waterfall.

And in front of that corpse.

A young girl wearing spotless white clothes, with long hair like ink, and a breathtaking beauty, was sitting on a throne piled with white bones.

She held a silk handkerchief in her hand, elegantly wiping a long sword that was still dripping with blood.

Hearing the sound of the video connecting, she slowly raised her head.

In those beautiful phoenix eyes, there was not a trace of warmth, only casual killing intent, which pierced through the screen and went straight to Jiang Chen's crown.

"Husband."

She parted her red lips, her voice soft and sweet, yet it gave everyone present goosebumps.

"Just now, I think I smelled the scent of a vixen?"

"Is it that old woman in the gray clothes next to you?"

Professor Chen Shuhua looked at the cold, gleaming sword on the screen, then at her own gray old-man shirt, and for the first time in her life felt what "pressure from an elder" meant.

She subconsciously hid behind Lei Keming.

Jiang Chen's hand holding the phone was shaking violently; he was kicked hard by Lei Keming under the table.

"No... no!"

Jiang Chen bit the bullet and forced out a smile even uglier than Academician Li's.

"Linglong, listen to me explain. That is... that is my grandmother! My own grandmother! You see, they heard I was dating, and the family... they were so happy, they're all here waiting to meet you!"