A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

In the illusion of the Bizhuan Clan, the blue smoke from the long spoon incense burner continued to diffuse, transforming into countless spices on the long table.

The person sitting opposite Nie Wan and Ji Jing Diaonian has been replaced by a graceful and elegant beauty.

A golden-red jewel-shaped flower ornament, carved into the shape of a red spider lily, adorned her brow. She wore a bright red brocade robe with a phoenix in flight and gazed at the two with tears in her eyes.

The beauty's eyes seemed to speak, yet they couldn't actually speak; they simply gazed at the two with tender affection, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

"She's a...bride?"

Ji Jing Diao Nian felt something was wrong. They had just spent several hours making the incense that a down-on-his-luck old man wanted.

What the old man wanted was the smell of pine and cypress wood burning when his family cooked over a fire in his childhood.

In his haste to save the old man, he immediately thought of the desolate mountains and forests. He repeatedly adjusted the proportions of lychee peels, pine and cypress, and Coptis chinensis, experimenting more than ten times before finally satisfying the old man and gaining 30000 experience points.

Children and the elderly are already so difficult to please, this one looks like a lady from a wealthy family, who grew up surrounded by luxury, so it will definitely be even harder to find a fragrance that suits her.

However, Nie Wan gently touched the beauty's brow with his finger, looked at the burning palace behind her, and made a judgment after a moment's thought.

"Take a look among these props and see if there's one called 'Hairpin Flower.' If there is, just give it to her."

"A head restraint?"

Ji Jing Diao Nian was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Nie Wan suddenly changed her behavior and directly uttered a term.

But the entire night of collaboration had already established a basic understanding and trust between the two.

Nie Wan's knowledge of various fragrances was limited to the terms in books, but her advice was often very helpful.

He pondered the phrase "急景凋年" twice, then lowered his head and carefully searched among the items that had appeared on the long table.

However, she still had to ask: "Why are you so sure about this?"

Nie Wan explained, "You can tell from her memories that the kind of carved cloud-patterned eaves were common in buildings like imperial temples hundreds of years ago."

“Her memories are of this palace, and she is dressed like this now, so she must be either a concubine or a princess. If this flame is the fire that caused her to set herself on fire, then she must be Princess Shouping of the Ying Dynasty.”

"Yingchao? Princess Shouping?"

The fleeting years and the passing of time made her even more confused about what she was saying.

Nie Wan then explained again.

"In the game's setting, two dynasties before the Yan Dynasty is the Ying Dynasty. Princess Shouping committed suicide by burning herself when the Ying Dynasty was destroyed, throwing the rare treasure, the fragrant flower, which the emperor had bestowed upon her, into the flames as well."

"It is said that the fire burned for three days and three nights, the flames were like lotus flowers, and the fragrance was extremely rich. It lingered in the sky above the entire ruined Yingdu for half a month."

"This even became a legend among NPCs, called 'Fragrant Lotus Fire.' Whenever someone dies by self-immolation, it's said that they 'went into the fragrant lotus fire.' In some poems and lyrics, the fragrant lotus has also become a synonym for fire."

The rapid passing of time and the withering of the year were even more astonishing.

How do you know so much?

Because I've traveled through the illusions related to this story seven, eight, or even ten times.

Nie Wan silently grumbled to herself while calmly replying.

"I happen to have read books on the subject."

The fading scenery and the passing years left him half-believing, half-doubting: "Where did you read that?"

"You can read them in the libraries of local academies, and there are even more books in the Imperial Academy in the capital. If you want to learn about the knowledge of human incense in the game, you can go to a small town called Fengming under the jurisdiction of Jingzhou. There is an incense-making family in that town that had contact with the Bizhuan Clan hundreds of years ago. The family's private collection contains many exquisite incense recipes that cannot be seen outside."

The way Ji Jingcao Nian looked at Nie Wan no longer seemed like he was looking at a person.

You've only been in the game for a short time. Even if you spend all your time in the library, you probably still can't finish reading all these books.

How exactly does she manage to casually throw out several game-specific allusions and knowledge points like an AI encyclopedia?

She almost asked, but after thinking about it, she didn't.

Who knows if You Yuehan was just making things up? When she tricked me into signing the contract, she took pretending to know everything to the extreme.

If I take it seriously now, I might just be met with ridicule and mockery.

However, as she was thinking this, her eyes had already spotted the hair ornament.

It was a bud about the size of a palm, shaped like a lotus, and as red as blood.

As the fleeting years passed, he held her in his palm and carefully inhaled her fragrance, only then did he detect a faint, delicate scent.

It is indeed unlike other fragrant flowers and herbs; its aroma is exceptionally clear and subtle, yet profound and lingering. It's hard to imagine how fragrant it must be when it's in full bloom.

【The head of the object】

[Item Level: 80]

[Item Rank: Spirit Treasure]

[Item Description: A peerless flower grows in a secluded valley, its color surpassing the red sun and its fragrance filling the world.]

[Item Description: When lit, it increases all attributes by 130% for three days.]

[Item Description: Can be used to blend incense.]

As Ji Jing Diao Nian gazed at the fragrant flower, his eyes flickered slightly as he savored its delicate aroma. He only snapped out of his reverie when Nie Wan urged him to.

It's not that I'm after its prop function, but I'm really reluctant to miss out on such a unique fragrance. I'd love to keep it and try blending it with other perfumes.

However, this was just an illusion; she was being tested.

Moreover, she really wanted to know whether what You Yuehan said was true or not.

He raised his head and handed the red flower in his hand to the woman in red opposite him. The woman trembled as she extended her slender but blood-stained fingers, held the flower in her palm, and smiled.

"The fragrance of Buddha's aura binds the head of things, the mandate of Heaven is abundant for ten thousand years. Ten thousand years... what is there really ten thousand years... why not come with me... the princess of Daying... the divine object of Daying... let's go together, how clean it will be."

As she spoke, she turned around and, like a swallow returning to its nest, plunged into the boundless sea of ​​fire that suddenly appeared behind her.

Ji Jing Diao Nian was startled by this sudden turn of events. Seeing the fire window shatter and flames suddenly bursting outwards, he instinctively raised his sleeve to shield himself.

But the flames did not rush towards her; instead, they turned into surging blue smoke in mid-air and were drawn back by the long spoon incense burner.

The spices on the table were all taken away.

Ji Jing Diao Nian lowered his sleeves, turned to Nie Wan and asked, "Is that princess a person of great integrity?"

"No, it's because I'm used to doing evil. When the building is about to collapse, I'm afraid that if I live, I will be humiliated by people I used to look down on."

The fleeting years: "...Is that so?"

What do you think it is?

Nie Wan was curious about what she was thinking.

"I thought... she was at least a very strong-willed person, after all, most people are still afraid of death."

“What you said makes sense, but the rebel army that stormed into the capital might not think that way.”