After Second Senior Sister Jiang Nanmu recovered, she felt Xiaoxiao’s decision was right. After all, someone like Qin Lingxiao, handsome and capable, such a powerful cultivator was truly rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

However, she was certain that a month ago, Xiaoxiao didn’t know Qin Lingxiao, so… whose child was in her belly?

Was Cui Xiaoxiao hiding the fact of her pregnancy from Qin Lingxiao, or was the great Sect Leader Qin willingly happy to be a stepfather?

When Jiang Nanmu carefully asked about this in the corridor, Cui Xiaoxiao supported her lower back, slightly protruding her belly, and said cheerfully: “He knows I’m carrying someone else’s child, but he said he would treat the child as his own. The child will see him from birth and naturally recognize him as the father. Besides, Qin Lingxiao looks physically strong and vigorous—we’ll have more children together! Second Senior Sister, don’t you think that’s reasonable?”

The reasoning was sound, but Second Senior Sister felt that when Xiaoxiao said this, she seemed somewhat excited, her voice much higher than usual, as if she were deliberately speaking for someone to hear.

But there were only the two of them around—who was Xiaoxiao speaking to?

Jiang Nanmu couldn’t help but suspect the two senior brothers privately, interrogating Ji Wuqi and A’Yi with swords, asking if they had done anything improper and ruined their sect leader’s reputation.

A’Yi was fine, but Ji Wuqi was so angry he nearly spat blood, pointing at the old dog Ji Xiang, who had just caught a rabbit and was preparing to eat: “Would I fancy that fierce tigress? I’d rather mount this old dog than touch her!”

The old dog’s chastity could not be violated by others!

Ji Xiang seemed to understand Ji Wuqi’s words and suddenly opened his mouth ferociously toward Ji Wuqi. In an instant, that mouth stretched to the back of his head, with dense teeth inside, each one like a sharp dagger.

Seeing the old dog suddenly open that exaggerated bloody maw, Ji Wuqi was so frightened he screamed and retreated repeatedly, nearly tripping over the corridor railing.

Jiang Nanmu and A’Yi, who were facing him, didn’t understand and asked what was wrong.

Ji Wuqi pointed at the deformed-mouthed dog and stammered: “Mon… monster!”

When Jiang Nanmu and A’Yi followed his trembling finger to look back, Ji Xiang was lying to one side, obediently holding down a struggling rabbit, very tenderly licking the rabbit’s fluffy, long ears…

Jiang Nanmu said with mixed laughter and tears: “Senior Brother, don’t say that about Ji Xiang. Don’t you know that Junior Sister treasures this dog most? When she was bullied on the streets, it was this understanding Ji Xiang who tore apart those people’s bottoms and saved Junior Sister several times!”

A’Yi also nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

Just as Jiang Nanmu was earnestly telling about Ji Xiang’s loyal protection of his master, only Ji Wuqi, who was facing the dog, saw it open that exaggerated bloody maw again and swallow the rabbit whole!

Ji Wuqi, pale-faced, claimed he was unwell and kept seeing hallucinations, then fled from that dog like a flying dog.

But when the Talismonger Sect was covered with happiness characters and turned completely red, the meals that used to appear from nowhere suddenly disappeared.

The diligent “field snail” girl who had cooked for over a month seemed to have grown tired and started slacking off, being lazy with meals for several days.

However, Xiaoxiao seemed to have developed a good appetite, eating Jiang Nanmu’s poorly seasoned food with relish.

During this period, Qin Lingxiao sent betrothal gifts to Lingshan several times—magnificent dowries with impressive processions of carriages.

Xiaoxiao frowned slightly. She had told Qin Lingxiao to keep everything simple—why was he making such a big fuss? She wanted to call Qin Lingxiao to tell him not to send so much, but the Sword Sect disciples only came to report that Sect Leader Qin was busy making wedding invitations, preparing to invite famous scholars from across the world.

Moreover, according to customs, it was unlucky for the bride and groom to meet before the wedding—better to wait until the ceremony!

Xiaoxiao said nothing more.

On the wedding day, Xiaoxiao wore the exquisite embroidered bright red wedding dress that Qin Lingxiao had sent—this dress should be considered the most refined garment Xiaoxiao had worn in her life. The soft, smooth phoenix-tail long skirt was covered with gold thread and colored embroidery, with sleeves and collar adorned with pearls and gemstones.

When Jiang Nanmu helped Xiaoxiao change clothes, she was very careful, afraid her fingernails might damage such an expensive wedding dress.

Three makeup artists sent by Qin Lingxiao bustled about, arranging Xiaoxiao’s hair in the style of a capital noblewoman, adding elegant hairpins and the embellishment of fragrant powder and rouge. She was truly radiant and beautiful, making her fellow disciples barely recognize her.

“Sect Leader Junior Sister, you look so beautiful! If Sect Leader Qin sees you, he’ll probably be enchanted out of his wits!” Jiang Nanmu said joyfully while helping Xiaoxiao put on jade bracelets.

Xiaoxiao, who had been in good spirits the past few days, had kept a straight face since the morning hair arrangement.

Several times, she pushed open the half-closed doors and windows, constantly looking outside, as if searching for someone.

But even when the new bride got into the flower sedan, no one came to see her.

Sitting in the flower sedan, Xiaoxiao was surrounded by glaring red, but she seemed to feel no festive joy at all.

He… was truly heartless. Was he prepared to watch her marry Qin Lingxiao like this?

When the wedding procession had traveled most of the way and was approaching Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Cui Xiaoxiao felt this farce should end.

Thinking this, she called out loudly: “Stop the sedan!”

But the golden flower sedan continued forward. Xiaoxiao lifted the curtain and suddenly discovered the sedan was suspended in mid-air, with four or five sedan bearers flying on swords with wind under their feet.

This speed was naturally much faster than walking on the ground. When Xiaoxiao called to them, they naturally turned to look at her, but this startled Xiaoxiao greatly.

Because these sedan bearers… had no facial features… they seemed not to be human.

By now, they had arrived before the sword hall of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

It was said the sect leader preferred quiet, so although he hosted guests, he only allowed them to feast in a temporarily built wine pavilion hall at the foot of the mountain.

But this great hall that should have been packed with people, though hung with red lanterns and clustered red candles, had no wedding observers. Moreover, for some reason, the surroundings were eerily cold, not like a wedding hall but strange as a spirit hall.

A tall man in red robes stood with his back turned and hands clasped behind him in the hall amid the flickering candlelight, seemingly waiting for the bride to come for the ceremony.

Xiaoxiao suddenly felt this place didn’t seem like the Sword Sect hall—ominous qi was everywhere.

She didn’t enter the hall, just called out from afar toward Qin Lingxiao’s back: “Sect Leader Qin, I used you, and I’m truly sorry. You have a bright future and are a sect leader—if you married a pregnant woman like me, wouldn’t you become the world’s laughingstock? Let’s forget this marriage. You just need to tell the guests that I, Cui Xiaoxiao, broke faith and fled the wedding. From now on, our gratitudes and grudges will be wiped clean…”

After saying this, Xiaoxiao waved her long sleeves, grabbed her long skirt hem, and turned to leave the hall.

But the next moment, she seemed to be wrapped by some soft but irresistible airflow. Her whole body soared up like a fluttering red flower, her skirt gracefully landing in the great hall, and the next instant, she fell into a solid but ice-cold embrace.

The person in red robes wore a mask covering his entire face, but that familiar voice hadn’t changed at all—still so magnetically deep: “I prepared for so long, and you say you won’t marry? Cui Xiaoxiao, what audacity!”

Hearing this voice, Cui Xiaoxiao froze completely. She withdrew her resisting arms and reached with trembling hands to tear off his face-covering mask. But the man stretched out his large palm, pinched her chin, turned her face to one side, just not allowing Xiaoxiao to see his face.

“Wei Jie! You bastard, what are you doing! Let go!” Xiaoxiao was truly furious with him. She had searched for him so hard for so long—how could he not know? Yet he kept hiding and avoiding her, refusing to come out even at the end.

Now that she finally saw him, he was turning her face away—was this ugly bride afraid to meet the in-laws?

With a long sigh, the man’s voice came low from above Xiaoxiao’s head: “Why couldn’t you wait a little longer… The current me… would frighten you…”

Xiaoxiao choked with emotion: “What should frighten me was already reduced to ashes with that axe blow two hundred years ago. These days, I’ve lived like a walking corpse—what do you think could frighten me more than loss?”

After saying this, Xiaoxiao’s large tears had already fallen, dripping onto the man’s ice-cold palm that pinched her chin.

The man sighed low, not releasing his hand but pulling Xiaoxiao into his embrace, greedily inhaling her pleasant scent, saying softly: “Do you remember that before we parted, I once looked at that feng shui mirror alone?”

Xiaoxiao naturally remembered. When she asked Wei Jie, he had casually said it was nothing.

Wei Jie said quietly: “That night I looked at that mirror and saw thirty different versions of two hundred years later, but without exception, none had you… So at that moment, I understood that you traveling two hundred years later had changed my fate line but erased your own. Changing fate lines—how could there be no price? But I’d rather die myself than let you live well.”

Xiaoxiao trembled all over, because she suddenly felt Wei Jie’s body was still ice-cold all over. What had happened to him?

The man holding her tightly seemed to take a deep breath and continued: “At that moment, I finally understood what my final tribulation was. That high monk said I could only turn things around by learning to let go and sacrifice. So in the final moment of life and death, I decided to sacrifice myself to fight for a ray of hope for you and the future mortal world… When Dong Yuan’s axe fell, my physical body was destroyed, but my damaged divine status recovered again through the action of two demon pearls. Only gods can kill gods—it was precisely by this power that I could kill Dong Yuan and prevent him from harming the mortal world again. These two hundred years, I returned to the Underworld and fulfilled the duties an Underworld Lord should…”

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao suddenly looked up and tore off his mask.

The man’s left face was still beautifully handsome, but his right face… was covered with hideous muscles and bones, like a fierce ghost…

He was right—his physical body was gone, so his current body wasn’t mortal flesh. Though he was the Underworld Lord, he was like a fierce ghost.

Wei Jie quickly turned his head, avoiding his right face, only saying quietly: “I know you like handsome men, so I never appeared before you… When…”

Before he could finish, Xiaoxiao had forcefully turned his face straight. With tears in her eyes, she stared unblinkingly at that familiar yet strange face and angrily whispered: “You planned everything but wouldn’t tell me half of it—do you expect me to thank you! Who cares for such a sacrifice! I tell you, since you were prepared to die, don’t meddle in mortal affairs. I’m about to get married! Have you prepared your red envelope?”

Wei Jie, the dignified Underworld Ghost Lord, was now choking on ghostly qi from this girl’s anger: “You dare! Wanting to marry another man while carrying my child! I tell you that man surnamed Qin has already been beaten by me, so he can’t get out of bed. If you want to marry, you can only marry me!”

Xiaoxiao choked with emotion again, completely ignoring Wei Jie’s hideous half-ghost face, just recklessly pressing her red lips against the man’s thin lips.

Even if the body in her arms was ice-cold, it was still the warmth she couldn’t bear to abandon in this world.

At this moment, Xiaoxiao didn’t care whether Wei Jie was ugly or handsome, human or ghost—she just wanted him before her eyes, in her embrace, held tightly together like this, growing together!

Although in Xiaoxiao’s view, their separation was only a few months, for Wei Jie, he had waited in that extremely cold Underworld for over two hundred years for this day of reunion with Xiaoxiao.

These two hundred years, though he was in the Underworld, he had carefully and tirelessly protected that tofu-making Cui family.

Because he knew he had to protect the baby girl who would be born to the Cui family two hundred years later, nothing in these two hundred years could change too drastically or fatally, or the future-born Xiaoxiao might disappear mysteriously as shown in the feng shui mirror.

For this day, Wei Jie had waited far too long! How could this brief embrace be enough?

But Wei Jie knew his yin qi was too heavy—how could Xiaoxiao, now carrying a child, withstand it?

So he forced himself to restrain, struggling to withdraw from the endless sweet entanglement, forcing apart their intertwined lips and tongues, saying softly to Xiaoxiao: “I’m not a ghost—why are you crying so miserably? Look, haven’t I already cultivated half a human form? Actually, in just a few more years, I can appear before you completely restored. But you were so disobedient, insisting on making trouble about remarrying, forcing me to come out and frighten you…”

How lustful the former Huanxi Sect leader had been, always secretly critiquing handsome men with the little fox.

Though Wei Jie had always greatly despised his appearance, he had to admit that without these good looks, perhaps Xiaoxiao wouldn’t have fallen in love with him at all.

So when he lost his physical body and became the hideous ghost king in the Underworld, he felt very painful, thinking that even if Xiaoxiao was born, he couldn’t meet her looking like a ghost.

Fortunately, he had always been a cultivation prodigy, and after returning to the Underworld’s ghost realm, he was like a fish in water. This miracle of “growing flesh on white bones” actually just required a long time and a willing sacrifice of spiritual power to fill the gaps.

These years, Wei Jie’s cultivation hadn’t grown much—most of his cultivation and spiritual power had been used to fill the missing flesh and blood.

Others longed to become immortals, but he only longed to be human again.

Unfortunately, though two hundred years was long, he hadn’t finished growing his face when Cui Xiaoxiao forced him to come out—an ugly bride meeting guests!

The red candles in the great hall had long burned out, but the two who had been separated too long still clung together. At first, Wei Jie spoke of their separation, but later, nothing needed to be said. Xiaoxiao just wanted to hold the man’s strong waist, nestle in his embrace, and stay together like this forever.

But Xiaoxiao still had some questions: “Clearly Qin Lingxiao and Ling Zhishan’s fate wheels also changed—why are they still obviously the sect leaders of Sword Sect and Liangyi Palace?”

Wei Jie said lightly: “They were all important figures indispensable before your time travel. Since I recovered my divine status, I can modify their memories slightly, making them follow their roles dutifully until you return. But unrelated people are also kept from disturbing you as much as possible. Now the demon clan guards their territory and rarely provokes the human race, and the Wei family gained freedom after I returned to the Underworld—they can scatter and live throughout the nine provinces.”

Xiaoxiao understood—they had all had their memories changed by Wei Jie. No wonder Qin Lingxiao was puzzled about getting engaged to Ling Zhishan.

This must be another private arrangement by that narrow-minded fellow Wei Jie!

Wei Jie looked up at the time, then said to her, “This wedding day was carefully chosen by me. If you’re willing to marry me, would you bow to parents and elders with me?”

Xiaoxiao blinked and asked: “Your mother, Lady Siling, also came?”

Wei Jie said slowly: “Not only my mother, but your parents too.”

Xiaoxiao was somewhat stunned, hesitating: “You summoned their souls from the Underworld?”

Wei Jie smiled, first saying solemnly: “You’re pregnant—you can’t have great joy or sorrow. You’ve already had a good cry, and crying more would harm your health. Take this calming pill first, then I’ll tell you.”

After taking the calming pill, even great joys and sorrows could hardly disturb her mind. Xiaoxiao could listen without emotional disturbance to Wei Jie’s account of how he made small modifications while protecting Xiaoxiao’s predetermined fate line.

For instance, when Xiaoxiao’s birth father was supposed to die in danger, he arranged for demon clan people to rescue him in time, then explained the stakes and had him temporarily not return home to see his wife and daughter.

And when Xiaoxiao’s mother was seriously ill and forced to sell Xiaoxiao, the miracle doctor Tang Youshu appeared at their door to heal Xiaoxiao’s mother.

When this separated couple finally reunited in Demon City and wept in each other’s arms, they had to patiently wait for the day they would reunite with their daughter Xiaoxiao.

There was no choice—without experiencing these hardships, there wouldn’t be the strong and optimistic Xiaoxiao later.

Wei Jie could only do his utmost to fill the various regrets in Xiaoxiao’s life.

As for Xiaoxiao’s beloved dog Ji Xiang, it had long been replaced with a corpse-eating beast contracted to Wei Jie. Under the Underworld Lord’s coercion, it could only obediently don dog skin, transforming from a mighty demonic beast into a loyal guard dog in the mortal world.

The missing old scars on Xiaoxiao’s body were naturally thanks to the corpse-eating beast’s careful protection.

Any street thugs who dared bully the orphan Xiaoxiao—try touching a hair on her head, and the next moment they’d be dragged into dark alleys by the dog and lose their heads!

Though Tang Youshu’s physical body from two hundred years later was gone, his aged soul’s attached youthful body remained. But limited by natural talent, he would still die of old age two hundred years later.

But in these two hundred years, Tang Youshu carefully followed his master’s instructions, strictly adhering to predetermined history, meticulously establishing the Talismonger Sect, altering history, silently waiting until two hundred years later when he met that stubborn little con artist Cui Xiaoxiao in the marketplace…

That wedding ceremony was held at midnight.

Compared to other families’ joyous ceremonies, Cui Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie’s wedding day could truly be called eerily ghostly.

The entire ceremony hall was filled with heart-wrenching wails.

Lady Siling’s gentle voice was full of comfort for Xiaoxiao’s parents, telling them not to be too sad—after all, today was a joyous day, and they were about to become grandparents too.

Because Xiaoxiao had taken the calming pill, she was like being in a blissful mushroom-induced dream. Her emotions were well controlled, and when reuniting with her parents, her face was full of happy, sweet smiles—at least she didn’t cry with her parents in joy and grief.

But Xiaoxiao secretly grumbled—if Wei Jie hadn’t sprung this surprise attack on her, the wedding she arranged for herself wouldn’t have been so chaotic. At minimum, it should have been a gradual and gentle revelation!

But Wei Jie felt he’d done nothing wrong. His arrangements naturally had his king-of-hell calculations. After all, he’d lost half his masculine beauty now. It was normal for Xiaoxiao to be unable to accept him at first sight. By arranging for her parents to meet her, she’d have no time to be disgusted by his appearance and could marry him in a daze.

After the ceremony, once he’d eliminated her thoughts of finding a stepfather for their child, he would try to appear before Xiaoxiao as little as possible, quietly waiting for his bone-flesh regeneration to succeed, then continue their former relationship.

But who would have thought Xiaoxiao would be so fearless, even able to kiss his hideous appearance without care.

That night after the ceremony, the two entered the bridal chamber. Xiaoxiao lay in Wei Jie’s embrace, listening to his self-clever king-of-hell calculations, couldn’t help laughing, but laughing turned to crying.

It seemed the calming pill’s effect was too short and had worn off.

Xiaoxiao wasn’t making up for previous tears. She gently touched Wei Jie’s slightly hideous other half’s face, softly asking: “Two hundred years—how did you endure it? Did you ever regret it, feel it wasn’t worth it?”

Her few months of longing had been like living through years—how had Wei Jie endured day and night?

After all, only he was left behind.

Wei Jie just carefully pressed his half-healed flesh face against Xiaoxiao’s slightly protruding belly—there, a small life they had planted two hundred years ago was growing.

Then he half-raised his head and asked: “All this—isn’t it worth it?”

Xiaoxiao smiled. Of course, it was worth it. Even if she had to go back two hundred years and live in the wrong time again, she would do the same-no no changes needed…

Before Wei Jie’s flesh fully healed, she could only meet him at night. As Underworld Lord, Wei Jie seemed like an idle person. Though he needed to manage Underworld affairs, he spent most of his time with Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao asked about Tang Youshu. Wei Jie said that for these two hundred years, Tang Youshu had been like him now, spending most of his time accompanying the little fox.

Helping an inner core-damaged little fox re-form her inner core was more exhausting than teaching a hundred stupid disciples like Ji Wuqi. Tang Youshu’s lifetime of refined pills and cultivated spiritual power was almost entirely spent on that little fox in the Eternal Valley.

So in this life, Tang Youshu aged even faster than before.

Fortunately, before his death, the little fox finally barely formed an inner core, but still couldn’t transform into human form and could only recuperate by the fox clan’s spiritual spring in the back mountain. The back mountain of the fox clan had long been sealed with barriers—this was why Xiaoxiao couldn’t find it originally.

Tang Youshu ultimately didn’t wait for his beloved girl to appear before him and had already closed his eyes.

After Yu Ling’er’s life was secure, Wei Jie reclaimed the Eternal Valley that Emperor Gu Yan had created and transferred part of his spiritual power to Yu Ling’er.

When a fox appeared under the moonlit grape arbor, Xiaoxiao, who was eating grapes with Wei Jie, immediately recognized this nine-tailed white fox as Yu Ling’er.

“Ling’er… is that you?” Xiaoxiao put down her grapes, cupping her big belly and asking joyfully.

Under the clear moonlight, the white fox gradually rose and transformed into a girl, but her appearance looked much more mature than Yu Ling’er’s from over two hundred years ago.

She looked joyfully at Xiaoxiao’s belly and called out: “Oh my, Xiaoxiao, you’re going to be a mother?”

Wei Jie knew the two close friends should have a century’s worth of words to exchange, so he kicked the old dog Ji Xiang, who was baring teeth at the fox, and left together.

Xiaoxiao held Yu Ling’er’s hand, touching her tender face repeatedly. After expressing her longing, Xiaoxiao carefully said: “About the Master’s matter, I heard everything. You…”

But Yu Ling’er showed no sadness. Even with her now mature and charming face, she retained her unchanging innocence. She leaned close to Xiaoxiao’s ear and said softly with anticipation: “Do you know? When Young Master Tang’s soul crossed the River of Forgetfulness, Emperor Gu Yan deliberately made him drink one less ladle of forgetfulness water.”

Xiaoxiao hesitated: “So?”

Yu Ling’er’s large eyes were resolute: “So no matter what Young Master Tang reincarnates as, he’ll remember me. I just need to wait for him, accompany him growing up, then accompany him cultivating to achieve the Way. Someday, he and I will be like you and Wei Jie—staying together with white hair, never separating!”

When she reached the end, tears seemed to glimmer in the little fox’s eyes.

When she was still a fox, she could only lie helplessly in the aging Tang Youshu’s embrace, quietly listening to his steady heartbeat gradually slow and stop.

But she had agreed with Young Master Tang—in the next life, she would find him early. Pinky promise, forever unchanging!

Thinking of her master, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help wanting to cry, but seeing Yu Ling’er’s hopeful eyes, she still held back and gripped Yu Ling’er’s hand firmly: “Good! When the time comes, I’ll help you search together!”

The following spring, Xiaoxiao gave birth to a plump, adorable baby girl.

Wei Jie was afraid his currently cold body temperature would chill the baby, not daring to hold her.

But unexpectedly, this baby seemed to take after her mother, naturally unafraid of yin qi. She giggled upon seeing Daddy and wasn’t afraid of Daddy’s slightly hideous half face when Wei Jie finally tentatively held the baby. Being held by daddy and patted for burping, she satisfactorily wet daddy’s shoulder and fell asleep with soft, chubby cheeks.

Xiaoxiao smiled and took her daughter, asking Wei Jie: “What should we name our little girl?”

Wei Jie thought: “How about calling her Tiandou?”

Xiaoxiao didn’t hesitate: “No good!”

This man Wei Jie—whether naming swords or people, he had the same approach! She didn’t want her delicate daughter to have the same name as the Heaven’s Punishment sword!

Finally, Xiaoxiao decided to name their daughter “Sitian” (Think Sweet).

The long path of life cultivation has many hardships, but always thinking of sweet aspects in one’s heart will ultimately reach the shore.

Wei Jie’s flesh grew faster than he expected. This bone-flesh regeneration seemed to grow faster when living with people. No wonder mythical white bone spirits all went around seducing men to increase cultivation—there was indeed some logic!

By the time Sitian was four, Wei Jie could already hold an umbrella and accompany Xiaoxiao and their daughter catching dragonflies by the afternoon pond.

But the Heavenly Court seemed to send people several times to persuade Emperor Gu Yan not to indulge in growing flesh, saying that with his cultivation, he should have ascended to the Heavenly Court long ago. After all, the Heavenly Emperor was now eager for talent and asked several times when he could return to the Heavenly Court.

It was said the long-secluded Heavenly Emperor had finally emerged. When the Heavenly Emperor heard that Heavenly Mother Rong Yao had been banished to the mortal world for punishment while Dong Yuan’s soul was scattered, he silently sighed, only saying these were their destined tribulations.

After saying this, the Heavenly Emperor coldly asked no more questions. After all, he’d been in seclusion too long—too many Heavenly Court matters awaited his attention.

Some immortals sensed something amiss and secretly asked Wise Ancestor. People said that before ascending to immortality, the Heavenly Emperor seemed to have had a wife and children in the mortal world, and there had always been shadows in the immortal realm, suggesting Emperor Gu Yan seemed to be the Heavenly Emperor’s mortal son who cultivated immortality.

This was also what always made Heavenly Mother Saint uncomfortable. When Emperor Gu Yan was originally assigned to the Underworld, it seemed to be at the Heavenly Mother’s suggestion.

Thus, it seemed the Heavenly Emperor was even more unable to abandon his mortal wife and children! Some immortals even suspected that the Heavenly Emperor’s previous constant seclusion was because he’d long foreseen the Heavenly Mother indulging her son and reaping bitter consequences, so he’d remained aloof and let events develop.

After all, with two sons in heaven and on earth, even as Heavenly Emperor, it was hard to choose between them.

But Wise Ancestor just smiled faintly while playing chess: “Without loss, how can one know to cherish? Whether human or immortal, all are thus… Just like you all, such gossiping will inevitably be tainted by mundane thoughts and fall into the mortal world. Now you all know that the former Heavenly Mother is now just a mortal farm woman. Are you also thinking of descending to mortality?”

Asked this by the Ancestor, everyone immediately fell silent. After all, heavenly secrets were like human desires—there were too many. Knowing too much wasn’t very wise!

But when Xiaoxiao learned the Heavenly Court was eager to recall Emperor Gu Yan, she couldn’t help worrying and asking Wei Jie if going to the Heavenly Court meant separating from her and their daughter.

But Wei Jie only said to Xiaoxiao, “How can unmotivated immortals enter the Heavenly Court? I’m doing fine as Underworld Lord—I don’t need to go anywhere. By the way, in a few days, a baby will be born in Yan Kingdom of North Province…”

Xiaoxiao’s eyes couldn’t help brightening: “You mean, my master he…”

Wei Jie now controlled the Book of Life and Death and could see through one’s three lives, naturally knowing where Tang Youshu would reincarnate.

Seeing Wei Jie nod, Xiaoxiao wanted to immediately pack and go with Yu Ling’er to see their master.

But Wei Jie shook his head: “His immortal destiny this lifetime must also be earned by himself. If childhood is too smooth, his immortal destiny might not be solid enough. If you and Yu Ling’er want to see him, you should wait until he’s fourteen.”

Xiaoxiao couldn’t quite understand this, but if Wei Jie said so, he must have his reasons.

So next, she could only continue waiting patiently for the day of reunion with their master. Then Lingshan Mountain would truly be reunited.

Great Qi’s national fortune was constant. After three hundred years of foundation, it smoothly continued for another two hundred years. Countless cultivation prodigies emerged throughout the nine provinces.

Lingshan Talismonger Sect was originally unknown, but when the sect was passed to the prodigy Cui Xiaoxiao, it flourished and gathered countless disciples.

Her most prized disciple was the young prodigy she found in the Yan Kingdom of North Province during her middle age.

That boy’s original name was unknown, but he received the master-given name “Tang Tiandou.” It was said this name was chosen by the beautiful and seductive man who always accompanied Cui Xiaoxiao.

Though Sect Leader Cui wasn’t very satisfied, the “master’s wife” of the Talismonger Sect insisted such a name was tough enough and not easily subject to early death.

Tang Tiandou lived up to his master’s and “master’s wife’s” hopes, forming a golden core at a young age through cultivation, though later he was reportedly lured away by a nine-tailed fox to practice at Huanxi Sect.

But the successive ascensions to immortality of the Talismonger Sect master and disciple had become legendary tales. There were many, many more stories about the Talismonger Sect immortal couple…

Don’t believe it? You can go look at the back mountain of Lingshan.

Author’s Note: Meow, the story that accompanied everyone through summer, finally concludes in autumn.

The new novel “Zui Qiong Zhi” (Drunk Jade Branch) (original title: Parting is Also Joy) is already up for pre-collection. Those who like it can bookmark it. The new novel will probably start around late January or early February next year. See you then for another reunion~~