Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 1325 - 1325 1284 Tower Spirit Awakens

1325: Chapter 1284: Tower Spirit Awakens 1325: Chapter 1284: Tower Spirit Awakens Lu Chuan heard this and immediately put on a stern face: “No, your grandma was just joking with you, don’t take it seriously.”

Ji Weiwei’s eyes widened, “Huh?

Joking with me?”

Lu Chuan replied seriously, “That’s right, elderly people love making this type of joke.

Just listen and forget about it, no need to take it to heart.”

Ji Weiwei looked bewildered, “Then… then okay.”

Lu Chuan didn’t want Ji Weiwei to dwell on this matter further.

If she took her grandma’s words seriously and insisted on marrying him, it would turn into a whole new headache.

So, he quickly changed the subject: “Alright then, the haunting problem at your house has been solved, you can sleep peacefully now.

Once I get back, I’ll inform Uncle and ask him to send someone over to discuss the demolition with you.

I’m heading out.”

Ji Weiwei quickly called after him: “Wait… won’t you stay for a cup of tea?”

Lu Chuan shook his head, “No tea for me, can’t sleep after drinking it late at night.”

Ji Weiwei made one last attempt to persuade him, “My cat can do backflips.

Would you like to come in and see?”

Lu Chuan: “…”

“I’ll check it out another time when I have free time.

I’ve got things to do, so I have to go.”

Without giving Ji Weiwei another chance, he turned around and left directly.

Ji Weiwei felt somewhat dejected but couldn’t force him to stay.

She followed him out to see him off for a bit.

After Lu Chuan left, Ji Weiwei walked solitarily back to her house.

That was when a sudden voice echoed in her ear: “Do you want to win that man over?”

Ji Weiwei’s eyes widened and she guardedly looked around, “Who’s there?”

But there was no response.

She figured she must have been hearing things and didn’t pay it much mind, heading back to her room to sleep.

The entire household returned to silence, as though the earlier voice had truly just been a figment of her imagination.

…

After leaving Ji Weiwei’s house, Lu Chuan returned to the Tang family’s old mansion.

But instead of going back to his own room, he flew directly to the rooftop.

Sitting cross-legged under the moonlight, he started accelerating the process to awaken the Tower Spirit using the method it had taught him before.

The next day, Lu Chuan informed Tang Shouli that Ji Weiwei had agreed to the demolition.

Tang Shouli naturally accepted with pleasure and promised to compensate Ji Weiwei fairly.

Though he maintained that he wouldn’t forcefully demolish the homes of those unwilling to comply, for the sake of smoother project development, he still preferred to dismantle as many as feasible, which would avoid unnecessary trouble.

Later that day, Tang Shouli visited with his team, finalized terms with Ji Weiwei, and—after signing the contract—even sent people to help her move out before arranging for the demolition of her family’s house.

Meanwhile, on Lu Chuan’s end, Tang Yurou was furious about his overnight absence.

She clung to him, demanding answers about where he’d been and what he’d been doing.

Lu Chuan, fed up, simply set up a barrier in his courtyard and told Tang Yurou that he was going into retreat for a while.

He warned her and instructed her to inform the others that no one should disturb him during this period.

Tang Yurou, though reluctant, couldn’t overcome the barrier Lu Chuan had placed, so she had no choice but to give up pestering him.

Lu Chuan hadn’t lied about needing to retreat, either.

Indeed, he had to isolate himself to speed up the awakening of the Tower Spirit.

Soon, Lu Chuan entered his retreat, using a secret technique to maximize the power of the Yin Pearl and hasten the Tower Spirit’s revival.

Meanwhile.

Ji Weiwei’s old residence.

The demolition team had already flattened the house, and excavators were digging up the foundation.

Ji Weiwei visited the site, gazing at the now-vanished home full of memories.

Her heart felt bittersweet.

Although she had consented to the demolition, part of her still clung to the place brimming with memories of her grandparents, prompting her to come see it one last time.

As she wandered across the foundation, reminiscent of happy days spent with her grandparents, a wave of inexplicable emotion surged within her.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a corner of the dug-up foundation, where the edge of something surfaced.

It was a faintly purple object, strikingly conspicuous against the surrounding earth, catching her attention instantly.

Curious, Ji Weiwei walked closer and swept the dirt aside, revealing the faintly purple item—a mask.

“This mask… is really ugly.” Ji Weiwei examined the mask, noticing its grotesque features.

Its eerie and malevolent appearance sent a chill down her spine.

Yet as her hand brushed against the mask, an irresistible urge bubbled up inside her—to place the mask on her face.

It felt as though her hand was no longer under her control, slowly lifting the mask and fitting it onto her face.

The next second, the mask emitted a faint purple glow and merged inseparably with Ji Weiwei’s face.

Then, the mask vanished entirely, leaving Ji Weiwei’s face looking as it had before.

However, something was different.

A mysterious, alluring aura had emerged around her, and her gaze turned unusually seductive.

Where she had once seemed innocent, she now exuded a beguiling charm.

With a playful smile, she muttered under her breath, “Buried underground for all those years, someone finally dug me out.

I’ve been suffocating down there.”

“But now there are so few cultivators left in this realm; it’s going to be hard to find someone to drain of their vital energy.”

“Lu Chuan?

Now there’s an interesting candidate.

Fine, let’s start with him as my first ‘meal’ in this revived world!”

Ji Weiwei chuckled softly, promptly suppressing the eerie aura radiating from her.

Her seductive demeanor vanished in an instant.

Reverting to her former innocent self, she turned and left the site with a cryptic smile still playing on her lips.

…

Three days later.

Lu Chuan sat cross-legged in his room, peering inwardly at his dantian.

By this time, the Demon Suppression Pagoda had completely absorbed the power of the Yin Pearl.

Normally, when the pagoda fully consumed the pearl’s energy, the Tower Spirit was supposed to awaken.

Lu Chuan tried transmitting his thoughts to the Tower Spirit: “Tower Spirit, are you awake?”

After a long pause, a voice yawning echoed faintly in Lu Chuan’s ears.

Then came a series of grumbling sounds, almost like someone reluctant to get out of bed.

“Hmm?

Why does this sound just like Mengyao in the mornings, when she refuses to get up?” Lu Chuan’s face showed a hint of confusion.

Clearly, the Tower Spirit shouldn’t have gender or human-like qualities, yet the voice struck him as undeniably like that of a young girl.

“How long was I asleep?” The Tower Spirit’s emotionless voice finally spoke.

Lu Chuan let out a sigh of relief and grinned, “A very long time.”

He proceeded to recount his experiences while the Tower Spirit was dormant, including how Gu Xiaorou had placed a barrier on him, suppressing his memory.

The Tower Spirit’s tone shifted with a hint of rebuke: “You unreliable fool—you left me sleeping for so long!

Didn’t I say I had to be awakened within three months?”

Lu Chuan sheepishly replied, “Don’t get worked up—nothing really happened in the end, right?

You’re awake now, aren’t you?”

The Tower Spirit sighed, evidently exasperated: “You got lucky.

If the Demon Lord’s drop of blood hadn’t held the Demon Suppression Pagoda together during the chaos within, the Great Demons inside would’ve broken free ages ago.

At that point, it would’ve been true devastation, a literal apocalypse!”

“Okay, okay.

I know the consequences would’ve been severe, but what am I supposed to do?

It’s all water under the bridge now.

Let’s not dwell on hypothetical disasters.” Lu Chuan shifted the topic abruptly.

“By the way, weren’t you just a cold, emotionless Tower Spirit?

Why do I feel like you’re brimming with emotions now?”

The Tower Spirit huffed, “I am a cold, emotionless Tower Spirit.

Stop overthinking.”

Lu Chuan figured it was a normal phenomenon.

After existing for so long, it wasn’t surprising for the Tower Spirit to gradually develop its own sense of identity and emotions.

He chatted with the Tower Spirit about recent events, reminisced, and worked to ease its mood.

Soon, he brought up a pressing concern.

He explained the matter with the Elixir Master and asked if the Tower Spirit had any solutions for removing the Game Rules Force left on him.

The Tower Spirit replied coolly, “Why remove it?

Aren’t you always obsessing over that sort of thing?

Just go do ‘that thing’ with Tang Yurou, and the Game Rules Force will naturally dissipate.”

Lu Chuan grimaced, “But Yurou is my cousin!

How could I possibly do that with her?”

The Tower Spirit replied, “So what?

Based on my countless years of existence, this has always been commonplace.

In the old imperial clans, cousins frequently married to maintain pure bloodlines.

They scorned marrying outsiders with no familial ties.”

Lu Chuan was speechless, “But this is the modern era!”

“Come on, since I was the one who told you to seek out Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, which caused all this trouble, help me out here.

Without that Yin Pearl, you’d have never awakened!”

“Fair point—fine, I should help you.” The Tower Spirit agreed.

Lu Chuan’s eyes sparkled: “So you really have a way to remove the Game Rules Force from me?”

The Tower Spirit said: “I do, and it’s quite simple.”

“What’s the method?”

The Tower Spirit answered, “That Elixir Master is a Ninth-Rank Nascent Soul Realm expert, right?

If you want to neutralize his lingering power, all you need to do is reach the Ninth-Rank Nascent Soul Realm yourself within three months.

With your exceptional talent, few in the same realm could rival you.

Once you achieve this, his force will crumble on its own.”

Lu Chuan rolled his eyes—the thought of breaking through to the Ninth-Rank Nascent Soul Realm in just three months was absurd.

If he could do that, he’d never have bothered asking the Tower Spirit!

“Be practical—don’t joke around.” Lu Chuan pleaded.

The Tower Spirit fell silent momentarily before saying, “There is another method, though it might be more complicated to pull off.”