## **Chapter : The Immortal Thread**
The morning sun spilled like honey across the stone floor of the mountain cottage, its golden rays stretching through the open windows. Birds chirped softly from the pine trees, and the faint sound of a breeze teased the edge of tranquility.
Mo Yan stirred under the soft bedding, the warmth of his wife, Ya Fei, curled tightly against him like a serpent of affection. Her slender fingers clutched his chest even in sleep, her breath calm, peaceful.
A lazy smile touched his lips.
*So this is happiness,* he thought. *Not fighting, not scheming—just warmth, quiet, and the weight of something worth protecting.*
He slowly slipped from under Ya Fei's embrace, careful not to wake her. Stretching his arms, he walked to the small bathing spring at the back of the house—another reward from the system, one that purified his body each morning like gentle spiritual fire.
As the cold water touched his skin, Mo Yan sighed in satisfaction.
His thoughts, however, soon turned serious.
"I've gotten stronger," he muttered, washing his face, "but if a Dou Zong or higher attacks again… I can't rely on speed alone."
The Oggy template had made him a ghost—lightning-fast, near-untouchable. And with his immortal body and infinite resurrection, even a Dou Di couldn't kill him.
But he had no serious offensive techniques. No overwhelming martial force to *end* a battle. In a real war of attrition, especially when defending someone else, that might be a problem.
He let out a breath and stood. "No need to rush. One problem at a time."
His lips curled upward. "Tomorrow… is the 30th day."
And that meant one thing: **Epic Bait**.
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### The 30th Morning: The Bait of Fate
As the sun continued its rise, Mo Yan stood at the window, a white shirt lazily buttoned, the scent of wood and spring breeze swirling around him. The air shimmered faintly.
> *Ding!*
> \[You have received: **Epic Bait** ×1]
Mo Yan's eyes lit up.
He jumped slightly on the spot, then quickly moved to the kitchen. Normally, cooking was Ya Fei's domain—but ever since she broke the news of her pregnancy one weeks ago, Mo Yan insisted on making breakfast every day.
Today's menu: **Instant noodles with spirit chicken broth**, enhanced by high-grade herbs from his inventory.
He placed the tray on the side table in their room and gently leaned over Ya Fei, brushing her cheek. "Wife. Time to eat."
She murmured softly, still in half-sleep, then opened her eyes with a smile. "You're too good at this husband thing."
Mo Yan shrugged. "I'm an expert at being lazy, but I'm serious about feeding my family."
Ya Fei sat up, her face glowing with a new kind of beauty—one only motherhood and contentment could bring. "You're glowing," she said, teasing. "Excited about your today legendary bait?"
"Epic, not mythic," he corrected. "Mythic bait was few days ago . That gave me the wireless TV. Don't disrespect it."
She said it was your first mythic item . So far .
She chuckled. "Fine, fine. Go fish your treasure, oh mighty slacker."
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### By the Lake: Where the Fates Gather
The lake outside their home, nestled between mountain slopes and fed by an ancient river, was calm. Mist hung above the surface like a silk curtain, and Mo Yan stepped to the bank, his fishing rod already materializing in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the **Epic Bait** gleamed like a meteor and dropped silently into the water.
Then—silence.
One hour passed.
Then two.
Nothing.
Mo Yan didn't frown. The longer it took, the rarer the reward.
*And then…*
A shimmer. The water stirred. Bubbles rose as if the lake were holding its breath.
Then, *whoosh*—a **glass box** burst from the water, floating in the air before him.
Inside it: five **pendants**, each glowing faintly, connected by threadlike energy that looked like veins of red light. They pulsed as if alive.
Mo Yan narrowed his eyes.
> \[You have received: **Life Pendant Set (Mythic)**]
> Description: "Forged by a mourning immortal for his loved ones. Five pendants. Whoever wears them has their lives intertwined. If the wearer of the *golden pendant* remains alive, no other pendant bearer can die. But if the golden bearer dies… all others perish with him."
Mo Yan's jaw tightened, not in fear—but in understanding.
This was more than a treasure.
This was responsibility.
He opened the glass case slowly. Each pendant hovered upward—four made of emerald-like jade, one forged of golden crystal.
"System," he muttered, "you know how to shut me up."
He held the golden one in his hand.
With his body's infinite resurrection, the concept of *death* meant nothing. But for Ya Fei, for their unborn child—it meant everything.
And now… they could share his immortality.
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### Home Again: Threads of Trust
By sunset, Mo Yan returned with a bag of spirit fish, two crabs, and the glass case cradled in his arm.
The house glowed from within, lanterns flickering as Ya Fei lounged on the couch, watching a wuxia drama on their spirit-powered TV.
She turned as he entered, and her eyes landed immediately on the glowing glass box.
"Ooooh?" she said, walking over with curiosity in her eyes. "What treasure did my divine fisherman husband reel in today?"
Mo Yan placed it on the table. "Something dangerous."
That made her pause.
He opened it. The pendants hovered up again, each releasing a faint, soothing hum.
He explained everything—the bond of life, the condition of death, the power within them.
When he finished, Ya Fei stared at the green pendant for a long time.
And then she took it without hesitation.
"I want this one," she said, placing it around her neck.
Mo Yan frowned. "You sure? If I somehow die, you…"
"I *want* to," she cut in. "If you die… I don't want to live without you anyway."
Her voice trembled slightly—but her eyes were strong.
Mo Yan was silent. He placed the golden pendant over his own neck.
> *\[Binding Complete: You are now the anchor for the Life Pendant Set.]*
The room filled with warmth—a golden pulse that flowed from Mo Yan to Ya Fei.
She gasped. "I can feel… your vitality… like a river pouring into me."
Mo Yan chuckled. "Now no one can touch my wife."
"And I have the laziest immortal in the continent as my bodyguard," she teased, resting her head against his chest. "It's a good deal."
He smiled faintly, wrapping an arm around her.
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### Later That Night: The Eternal Promise
Dinner was simple—roasted spirit fish, steamed crab, and jasmine tea. They sat beneath the stars on the balcony of their home, overlooking the glowing lake.
Ya Fei leaned against him, her belly barely showing signs of the life within.
"Have you thought of a name?" she asked softly.
Mo Yan shook his head. "Too early."
"Boy or girl?"
"Either way, it's going to be born with a terrifying fate," he replied. "Imagine inheriting my body's resurrection and your cunning."
She laughed. "The world isn't ready."
They stayed like that for a long time.
Then, quietly, Mo Yan added, "Ya Fei… thank you."
"For what?"
"For saying yes. For trusting a man who just wanted to sleep through the apocalypse."
She smiled.
"Mo Yan," she whispered, "you may be lazy… but you've never run from protecting what matters."
A shooting star passed above.
Below, the red threads of fate tied their lives ever tighter.
And somewhere in the shadows of the continent, ancient beings stirred—sensing the emergence of a force they could neither kill… nor understand.
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**Chapter End.**