I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 99

If Luo Shuyu dared to gamble, Jiang Yiqing was certainly no coward.

After obtaining the land management rights certificate, Luo Shu kept a photocopy and mailed the original to Jiang Yiqing. Following this, she reached a further agreement with Zhao Ya: Zhao Ya would actually manage the land, and it would continue to be used as a flower field.

Luo Shu stepped up the development of the land surrounding Huijiao Road, planning to build a period-style resort. The layout and structure of the village houses would perfectly replicate those of the ancient capital, while the central square would host various activities, constructing a commercial model that integrated cultural experiences with accommodation.

This required a massive capital investment. Luo Shu was essentially leveraging the capital behind President Chen to work for her own ends; on the surface, it appeared to be a decision born of compromise, but in reality, she was already making a fortune.

As for Qingnan, rather than building skyscrapers or tourism projects there, Luo Shu felt that the existence of the flower field itself was a beautiful symbol.

When Jiang Yiqing opened the certificate and saw her own name written upon it, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.

Although she had her own fiefdom back when she was a princess, and Aunt Qin had told her that her two mothers had left her real estate, land possessing the “Spiritual Qi of the Earth” was exceedingly rare.

At this time, there were only three days left until her birthday. Luo Shu’s efficiency was terrifyingly high.

Zhao Ya also said to Jiang Yiqing, “I didn’t expect Yiqing to become my boss. Ms. Luo told me that I can continue planting flowers. Actually, I find it quite strange—wasn’t this piece of land intended as a gift for you from Miss Luo?”

It seemed Zhao Ya had heard about the matter as well.

“Sister Luo and I agree that continuing to grow flowers is better.”

“That is so romantic.” Zhao Ya felt enchanted. As a flower grower, she lived by the principle of “roses given, fragrance lingering on the hand.” Hearing that the two were willing to do this, she wanted to do something for them: “If there is anything I can do to help, just say the word.”

“Hehe, definitely.”

Knowing Jiang Yiqing’s personality meant she wouldn’t speak up, Zhao Ya took the initiative to suggest: “Yiqing, the New Year is coming soon. I plan to hold a grand reopening ceremony for the flower and grass market. After all, since you two are now my bosses, I’ve decided to welcome your arrival.”

“Is such a grand ceremony necessary?” Jiang Yiqing thought for a moment and said, “It’s up to you.”

“Not only that, I think we should take this opportunity to change the name. Yiqing, you should be the one to choose it,” Zhao Ya said. “Your name contains the character ‘Qing’ (Clear/Sunny), and this land really has a deep affinity with you.”

Speaking of changing the name, an idea suddenly occurred to Jiang Yiqing, but she hesitated to finalize it, fearing she might be laughed at.

Was her relationship with Luo Shuyu really good enough for her to do this?

However, she had a faint feeling that if Sister Luo knew, she would be happy.

Then why not boldly express her true inner thoughts?

Seeing her silence, Zhao Ya said, “Yiqing, take your time to think. Just let me know when you’ve decided.”

“Let’s call it Qingshu (Clear Comfort/Sunny Shu),” Jiang Yiqing said.

“This name…” Zhao Ya thought for a moment, then it dawned on her: “It’s taken from your name, Yiqing, and Miss Luo’s name, Shuyu. And it’s a homophone for ‘Love Letter’ (Qingshu), right!”

Jiang Yiqing felt a bit shy and said, “Sister Zhao, you’re right. That’s what I was thinking.”

“Fantastic!” Zhao Ya exclaimed. “The opening ceremony is right after your birthday. At that time, you and Miss Luo must attend! I will announce this romantic hidden meaning to everyone!”

A sudden knock at the door came. Like someone with a guilty conscience, Jiang Yiqing told Zhao Ya “I’ll hang up first,” turned off her phone, and ducked her head under the covers.

The person who entered was none other than Luo Shuyu. She had seen Jiang Yiqing talking and laughing with someone on the monitor and felt a strange sensation, but she acted as if nothing was wrong. “Yiqing, tonight at the Hour of the Rat (midnight) will be the time to open the altar. At that time, I will draw the Earth’s Spiritual Qi from the Qingnan land to this place to form a cycle. The ceremony requires you to offer incense as the Altar Venerator. I came to inform you in advance.”

“I wonder which deity is enshrined in the altar?” Jiang Yiqing asked.

“The Virtuous Princess (Xianming Gongzhu).”

“Who is the Virtuous Princess?”

“She is a cultural celebrity of Jiang City,” Luo Shuyu explained. “Faith and affection both possess the power of summons. In the future, if the Virtuous Princess gains popularity with our help, every stick of incense people offer and every bright lamp they light for her will send a portion of that ‘Power of Vows’ to you. This will allow us to operate the Earth’s Spiritual Qi of Qingnan through the power of Heaven and Earth.”

“I see.” Jiang Yiqing had suspected that obtaining the Earth’s Spiritual Qi wouldn’t be easy. If it was by leveraging the Princess’s Power of Vows, it made sense—but was this move truly safe? Could she really clear the conditions just by offering her own reverence to the Virtuous Princess?

Jiang Yiqing asked, “Is it really as simple as me offering incense at midnight?”

“Yes,” Luo Shuyu said with certainty. “Do you not trust me?”

“How could I dare not trust a Great Master like you?” It wasn’t that Jiang Yiqing didn’t trust her; she was worried.

When discussing metaphysics, many people fall into blind faith because they have no concept of it, while others pretend to understand just to fool the foolish. But Luo Shuyu was feared even by ghosts; she was a true Master. She had mastered the essence of the “Mysterious,” making it into a form of science.

Whether it was science, the cycle of energy, or the truths of the world, they all told Jiang Yiqing that it was impossible to only gain without losing.

As long as she offered incense to the Virtuous Princess, and as long as the Princess was recognized by the citizens in the future, she could obtain a steady stream of Earth’s Spiritual Qi. The input and output were simply not balanced on the scale; therefore, it wasn’t logical. Luo Shuyu was likely hiding something from her.

Luo Shuyu went back to preparing the establishment of the divine altar. Li Tingfang didn’t know much about it and could only provide heartfelt support. Luo Shuyu’s regular partners who provided ritual tools arrived at the Jiang residence one after another. In a spot with excellent Feng Shui, they erected a wooden statue of the Princess. It was painted with the finest pigments; from the strands of hair to the hem of the skirt, every detail was vivid. A sacrificial altar was set up around it, surrounded by fresh flowers and elegant bamboo. The Princess looked lifelike, with a kind and approachable smile, possessing a profound sense of divinity.

Jiang Yiqing asked the system, “Why do I feel a bit afraid? If you don’t believe in metaphysics, it’s fine, but once you truly believe, it feels quite terrifying.”

But she told herself she must maintain a rational attitude and not fall into superstition, which would only cloud her judgment and bring harm.

The system said, “Rest assured, Luo Shuyu is a generation’s Meta-Immortal; her abilities go far beyond this. If you obtain the Earth’s Spiritual Qi, Host, you can also transform from a human into an immortal. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Jiang Yiqing had seen immortals in her original world, so logically there was nothing to be particularly afraid of. However, the logic of cultivation in these two places was different. It seemed she needed to study more books on metaphysics to better understand Luo Shuyu’s prowess.

“We don’t have any formal contract now; she doesn’t have to do this for me. Will doing this cause her any harm?”

“…I wouldn’t call it ‘harm,’ but there is certainly an impact,” the system said. “Host, there is something I don’t know if I should say.”

“Then hurry up and say it.” Jiang Yiqing had felt from the beginning that the system knew a lot, and its mouth wasn’t exactly sealed. She said, “Luo Shuyu is a Metaphysical Master; even she doesn’t say ‘Heaven’s secrets must not be leaked.’ Don’t tell me someone gagged you to stop you from speaking?”

“It’s not that I’m forbidden, but saying it out loud isn’t great. It would let you know something you weren’t supposed to know.”

“Trying to extort me, are you? I’ll give you 1,000 Star Coins for this secret.”

During the days when Mother Luo was fulfilling her wishes, Jiang Yiqing hadn’t been idle. She had seen stone-gambling programs online where stones could be purchased anonymously by viewers nationwide, featuring live cutting, on-site appraisals, and a one-stop sales service. It was a gimmick that attracted massive attention.

Jiang Yiqing discovered that the system could see which stones were valuable—the high-value ones would be displayed as text, visible even through the screen.

Thus, Jiang Yiqing bought valuable stone materials and cut “Ice-Seed Jadeite” multiple times. She wasn’t a greedy person; after winning a few times, she stopped, leaving opportunities for others.

By selling these items to the system, she had saved up over a thousand Star Coins, and now she was spending them all at once.

“With these thousand coins, you could practically force Luo Shuyu to take a truth serum and tell you everything. Since you’ve decided to give them to me, me telling you is the same,” the system justified to itself. “Luo Shuyu’s profession makes her a ‘Solitary Star of Heavenly Slaughter’ (Tiansha Guxing). Especially this time, to establish the divine altar, she has donated a portion of her own merit and virtue. She was already destined for a lonely life (Gu Su), and if this continues, she’s slated to die alone for sure—maybe even an early death.”

“…?” Jiang Yiqing was puzzled. “Did Sister Luo do this knowing that?”

“She probably feels it’s worth it. You won’t betray her, will you?” the system said. “Because you, Host, are a person of profound merit. I don’t know what you think of yourself—you might think you were very unlucky before—but that has brought a rich accumulation for the future. Your merit and your destiny are the antidotes to Luo Shuyu’s fate. If you two form a blessed union, she will not fear the Solitary Star, and her life can be extended. Once you both transcend and ascend, the mere word ‘lifespan’ naturally won’t be able to trap you.”

To establish the divine altar, Luo Shuyu had actually been willing to donate her own merit and virtue without telling her anything. If she had told her, Jiang Yiqing might have thought Luo Shuyu believed their marriage alliance would bring her great benefits, which is why she did it.

But now, she had to admit that Luo Shuyu was a ruthless person. Ruthless to others, and just as ruthless to herself.

If she herself were to break the agreement, wouldn’t Luo Shuyu lose everything?

The twisted fate between them was truly unfathomable.

Jiang Yiqing looked down at the silk thread on her hand; it had appeared suddenly. She pulled back the curtains and saw Luo Shuyu in the courtyard below, looking up at her.

Fine. If Luo Shuyu dared to gamble, Jiang Yiqing was no coward.