I, who was stabbed to death by Alloy Lu Bu, transmigrated into the Star Soul General

Before this...

The main building of the east courtyard of the Song Mansion was the residence of Song Yunxiang.

"The material of this box looks quite ordinary..." Song Yunxiang examined the long box in his hands, unable to discern anything special. "Let's open it and take a look..."

Ding!

A light blue Bagua diagram appeared.

"Hmm... a level three encryption array..."

"Uh...it requires a password..." His lips twitched, and his face fell slightly. "The old man never mentioned a password..."

"Star Lord System, hack this level-three formation directly..."

[Ding, starting the cracking...]

During this time, the King of Memories began to reminisce again.

"But what the old man said at the end..."

Your mother once said, "...humans cannot defy the laws of time; time cannot be traveled through; it is the chessboard that can be reset...beneath the Star Network...everything is a chessboard..."

"It seems Old Lu was right... This is all a cycle. If we can't get past that point of destruction, this game of chess will be restarted, creating a new timeline..."

"So that's why Old Lu, this 'game-changer,' appeared..."

[Ding... Cracking complete. There are 12 correct password combinations...]

At the same time, a password input box popped up in the array.

"So many correct passwords? Then just enter any one..."

Beep—beep—beep—

"..."

"Hmm, these numbers look familiar..."

"What was it again...?"

click!

After the formation was dispelled, the box popped open automatically.

"Um?!"

"!!This is?"

Inside lay a white mask with black patterns, a stone tablet inscribed with "[Stepping Star Gate]", and a green jade lock.

"The Star-Treading Gate!?" Song Yunxiang picked up the stone tablet, gazing at it quietly, lost in memories. "In my previous life, I heard of these three words after joining the Xuanjia Guard... It's said that many of the Xuanjia Guard's secret combat techniques are related to the Star-Treading Gate..."

"But these three words seem to be taboo within the Xuanjia Guard... No one dares to mention them..."

He put down the stone tablet and picked up the jade lock. "This jade lock is quite exquisitely crafted, but what exactly is it used for?"

"What is this mask...?"

"what?"

"Why did it activate automatically?"

Song Yunxiang picked up the mask, and his soul power was automatically drawn from it, revealing four ancient characters: "All Beings Without Form." "'All Beings Without Form'? A name has appeared... Is it the name of this mask?"

Ding Dong!

A message popped up on the communication bracelet from 'Old Lu': 'Old Song, don't wear the mask, or it will easily reveal your true form.'

"What do you mean by 'revealing one's true form'? That's ridiculous."

He flipped the mask over and saw the four large characters "Appearance reflects the heart." "What does that mean? There are no holes for the eyes and nose on this mask... Won't it make you feel suffocated?"

He then put on the "All Beings Without Form" mask.

"Huh? Weird?"

"This mask clearly has no holes for the eyes, yet you can see clearly outwards?"

A strange energy fluctuation emerged, and Song Yunxiang transformed into 'Old Song'.

"Huh?!" Old Song glanced at the mirror and saw his true face. "Where's my mask? Wait... how come I..."

"..."

He looked down at his aged hands, then at himself in the mirror. His hair was gray, his beard hung down to his lower abdomen, there was a scar on his right eye, and his shirt was gone, revealing a body covered with hideous scars.

"Holy crap!!!"

"what's the situation?!"

"I...I...no! I've revealed my true form!?"

"I regret not listening to that old Lu—oh!"

Click.

"Young Master Yunxiang!"

The door was pushed open, revealing the figure of the maid Chang Qingdai. She walked around the corner and said, "Young Master Yunxiang, Steward Song Mu has brought..."

"Oh no!" Old Song was immediately startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who...who are you?!" Seeing the old man in front of her, Qingdai's face darkened. With a "whoosh," she drew the short knife tucked into her thigh, spread her long, white-stockinged legs apart, the hem of her skirt swaying to conceal a hint of cleavage, and bent her waist slightly, assuming a fighting stance. "Where is Young Master Yunxiang?"

“Qing…” Old Song stood up, shaking his head and waving his hands repeatedly, “Qingdai, let me explain… this is just a suggestion…”

call out!

However, Qingdai gave him no chance to explain, and stabbed him with her knife, her generous heart swaying in the process.

"Hey?!" Old Song's elderly but sturdy body suddenly flashed, and with a "snap," he quickly grabbed her wrist, pressing it against her back and slamming her against the mirror. "Are you serious?!"

"what!!"

"There are thorns..."

"Qingdai, calm down!" Old Song acted swiftly, covering Qingdai's mouth with his hand. "Shh! Don't shout..."

"Ugh... Ugh!"

At this moment, Qingdai's ample bosom appeared even larger as it was squeezed and distorted by the mirror.

Old Song said, "Ahem... It's not my fault, you acted recklessly first. I told you to calm down..."

(This mask…the face reflects the heart…could it be that it can change its form according to my thoughts? Then…let’s give it a try…)

Swish, swish!!

Unexplained energy surged again, and Old Song transformed into 'Qingdai'.

"Uh huh!!!"

"Ohh Ohh ohh!!!"

At this moment, Qingdai was somewhat excited, while 'Qingdai' had a sly grin on her face, "Hehe, just as I thought... I can freely transform myself by imagining what I look like in my mind..." (No wonder I revealed my true form just now... So that was my true self-perception...)

At the same time, Song Mu's voice rang out.

"What was that sound just now?"

"Qingdai?! Young Master Yunxiang?!"

At this point, Song Mu poked his head in, "Are you guys alright?!"

Song Mu: "..."

Upon witnessing this "bold" scene, the head butler was speechless.

"Uh, Uncle Da Mu..." Song Yunxiang had reverted to his youthful appearance, his voice trembling, cold sweat trickling down his face. "N-nothing...nothing...I was just playing around with Qingdai..."

"Right, Qingdai?"

"Mmm!" Qingdai blushed and nodded.

This farce ends here.

The group arrived at the study, and Qingdai began tidying up the room.

Click.

The study door was locked.

At this moment, Song Yunxiang asked, "Uncle Damu, tell me the truth, was Qingdai someone arranged by the old man?"

“Yes…” Song Mu didn’t hide anything and slowly explained, “This was supposed to be kept secret from you… She’s a level-three expert from the Song family’s Shadow Guards… she’s my subordinate…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yunxiang, the King of Memories, started again.

"The shadow guards of the Song family?"

"Could it be those people who risked their lives to send me out of Yong'an City in my previous life..."

Meanwhile, Song Mu continued, "The Song family's shadow guards are divided into three groups: Group One is responsible for operations, Group Two for intelligence, and Group Three for protection. Each group has its own duties and does not have a subordinate relationship with the others..."

"The old Marquis has just given the order that all the shadow guards of the Song family will be under your command from now on. You are the only master of all the shadow guards."

After finishing speaking, Song Mu began to introduce the two people who came with him.

"This is Aga, the leader of the Song family's shadow guards [Group One]."

Aga, whose real name is Gao Gaiga, is 27 years old. He is dressed in a black outfit, and his tanned skin looks very healthy. He has black, choppy hair with a V-shaped fringe and a very upright demeanor.

“Ah Jin, the leader of the second group of the Song family’s shadow guards.”

A Jin, whose full name is Ma Jinhua, is 27 years old. She is wearing a gray tracksuit and has medium-length yellow-white hair. She looks like a casual person.

"Ah...ga?...Ah...Jin?" Song Yunxiang's lips twitched violently, his eyes widened in one direction and even his eyelids twitched. "What kind of weird names are these..."

"Your subordinate Gao Gaiga (Ma Jinhua) greets Young Master Yunxiang!"

With a "plop," the two knelt down on one knee and clasped their hands in a salute.

"What?"

"Gao...gai...ga?"

"Ma... Jin... Hua?"

"Who came up with these names...? They're so... sophisticated!"

"Young Master, be careful what you say!" Song Mu warned, pointing a finger at the two of them. "They are both orphans. Their names were given to them by the Third Madam... who is also your mother."

"What? My mother is a naming genius?" Song Yunxiang was stunned, thinking, "Her naming skills are almost on par with that 'Watergate' that Lao Lü mentioned."

It's probably because he's been hanging out with that guy for too long; after all, you get fat when you're around a pig.

Song Mu reminded him again, "Young Master, be careful what you say. This is a name given by the Third Madam."

"Was it really my mother who named it?" Song Yunxiang was skeptical.

This name choice is completely mismatched with their status.

"Yes!" Gao Gaiga responded loudly, raising his head with unwavering determination. "The Third Madam said that my name comes from a story about a hero in an ancient civilization..."

Ma Jinhua, standing beside her, smiled and said, "Mine is even more amazing... The name that the Third Madam gave me is said to be the name of a legendary demon god from an ancient civilization."

Then, Gao Gaiga continued, "We were originally nameless orphans. If it weren't for the good fortune of meeting the Third Madam, we would probably have starved to death in the slums outside Lingyin City long ago..."

Okay, let's have the King of Memory continue his recollections.

"Super ancient civilization?"

"My mother, whom I have absolutely no memory of... just who was she?"

"Regarding these parents... I had some memories of them from my previous life..."

"I vaguely remember the old man saying that they went missing sixteen years ago... and that the official story was that they died in an accident..." Song Yunxiang thought, and couldn't help but rub his chin. "I was only two years old when they disappeared, an age when I have no memory of anything..."

"In my youth, I indulged in unrestrained behavior and didn't care about the consequences..."

"Afterwards, I was constantly on the move, exhausted and displaced... and had no heart to inquire further..."

"Decades of life-and-death experiences have passed, and we've long forgotten them..."

"Could it be that……"

"Did I overlook something...?"

"..."

“Uncle Da Mu!” Song Yunxiang suddenly looked up, wanting to ask about his parents directly, but he didn’t say it when he thought of how taboo he was in his previous life.

Song Mu bowed slightly. "Yes, young master. What are your orders?"

"Let's go to the Song Family Cemetery... I suddenly miss them... I want to pay my respects to them."

"Uncle Da Mu, please make the arrangements."

"Yes."

"Ah Jin, go and find out about a man named Xun Xia for me, and be quick!"

"Yes!"