Reincarnated as a Mosquito, the School Beauty I Sucked to Tears is a Reborn Empress

Chu Sheng looked at the shriveled corpse of the Eternal Underworld Armored Dragon on the floor. Having been sucked dry like this, the thing had no salvageable value left.

However... its carapace was indeed quite tough. It might be useful.

So, Chu Sheng simply ripped the carapace right off the Eternal Underworld Armored Dragon’s back and stored it away.

Next,

Chu Sheng had no intention of continuing the trials.

He could absorb the Ancestral Hall from anywhere inside it; there was no need to waste time on some silly trials!

So, he found a spot right there in the Ten Thousand Insects Hall and settled down.

Then... he silently activated his Lifebound Space.

The method for absorbing the Ancestral Hall was similar to using his Lifebound Space to collect an item.

But... this ”item” was a little ”too big,” so claiming it was extremely difficult!

It was only because the two shared the same origin, relying on the Map of Mountains and Rivers’ innate drive toward completion, that he had even a sliver of a chance to claim it!

[Ding! Host is detected to be acquiring the Witch Ancestral Hall. Quantify acquisition progress?]

Yes.

[Current Acquisition Progress: 3.9%]

...

「Meanwhile, outside the Ancestral Hall.」

In the square, everyone let out a long sigh of relief after watching Chu Sheng narrowly defeat the Eternal Underworld Armored Dragon.

”He survived!”

”The Saint Mosquito survived!”

”I don’t know how he did it, but he won in the end!”

”The Saint Mosquito isn’t dead! There’s still hope for the Witch Race!”

Cries of astonishment erupted from the crowd.

With Chu Sheng alive, it felt as though the entire Witch Race had survived a cataclysm.

The old patriarch of the Houtu clan stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

”This mosquito... does indeed have some skill.”

”He has passed the first trial, the Ten Thousand Insects Hall! Now for the final two!”

”If this mosquito can truly lift our Witch Race’s ten-thousand-year-old curse, then what harm is there in us revering him as the Saint Mosquito for all eternity!”

A small figure in the crowd jumped up in excitement.

”Lord Saint Mosquito won! Lord Saint Mosquito won!”

Ah Yi wiped away her tears, her face nonetheless breaking into a brilliant smile.

Her eyes sparkled as she stared at the resting mosquito on the light curtain, her face filled with adoration.

On the steps of the Holy Hall,

Yao also slowly unclenched her fists. Her palms were already slick with sweat.

She watched the resting mosquito on the blood-red light curtain, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.

’As long as he’s all right.’

’As long as he’s all right.’

’As long as you can survive, I’m willing... to let you be my master forever.’

...

In the Ten Thousand Insects Hall, Chu Sheng didn’t hear Yao’s inner thoughts.

If he had, he would have only said one thing... ’In your dreams.’

Right now, he was focused on acquiring the Witch Ancestral Hall, bit by bit.

Although the primary force for acquiring the Ancestral Hall was the power of the Map of Mountains and Rivers’ shared origin, Chu Sheng also needed to assist with his Mental Power...

Therefore, although he appeared motionless, he was actually so exhausted he could barely move.

[Ding! Current Acquisition Progress... 10.0%]

「Outside the Ancestral Hall, in the square.」

Half an hour passed.

On the blood-red light curtain, Chu Sheng remained prone and motionless.

An hour passed, and he still hadn’t moved.

Soon, half a day had passed, and the sky began to grow dark.

No one in the square was willing to leave.

It wasn’t just the people in the square; it was every member of the Witch Race near the holy mountain. Though they couldn’t see the light curtain themselves, news of Chu Sheng’s situation inside the Ancestral Hall spread by word of mouth.

People began to light torches. The flickering flames danced across their faces, illuminating their expressions.

Anxiety.

Anyone would be anxious when waiting for news that concerned their very lives!

The atmosphere in the square gradually began to shift.

”The Saint Mosquito... what... is he doing?”

someone couldn’t help but ask in a hushed voice.

”I don’t know... Maybe he’s resting? He must be exhausted from the fight.”

”But he’s been resting for too long, hasn’t he? It’s been half a day.”

”Exactly. He’s just lying there, motionless, like he’s dead.”

”Don’t be ridiculous. If he were dead, the light curtain would have vanished by now.”

The murmurs of discussion grew louder and more chaotic.