Wei Sitian clearly remembered that when she traveled to North Province with her mother and Aunt Ling’er, she was exactly fourteen years old.

This made little Sitian very excited, but her mother and aunt didn’t choose scenic mountains and waters—instead, they headed straight into dangerous territories.

It was said local bandits were rampant, burning, killing, and looting everywhere, making the people’s lives unbearable.

In a desolate village that had been burned and slaughtered clean, two stunningly beautiful women suddenly appeared with a sweet and lovely girl, like throwing three snow-white adorable rabbits into a wolf’s den, inevitably making the bloodthirsty fiends extremely excited.

From childhood, Sitian had been lovingly protected by her Underworld father and had never seen such desolate and tragic scenes.

When she saw a small child by the roadside holding a broken-armed doll and crying with his face covered, little Sitian’s eyes also filled with tears, wanting to go help that child.

But her mother held her daughter’s hand and said sternly, “Against your father’s objections, I brought you out to see the world’s evil. If you can’t distinguish good from evil, even having heaven-reaching abilities is useless.”

Sitian didn’t understand. Aunt beside her, timely added: “Look at that child—though his limbs are short and he looks tender, his finger joints are thick, betraying that he’s not young. This village just suffered a great catastrophe, with not a single living person left, yet only a child remains sitting by the roadside crying… I think there’s deception here.”

Yu Ling’er was no longer that naive little fox. Under the influence of her good sister Xiaoxiao, her cunning had grown like lotus pod holes—numerous indeed.

Hearing this, Sitian looked more carefully and indeed found it suspicious.

Just then, Xiaoxiao, hidden in the corner, casually created a paper figure. With a finger flick, that paper figure transformed into her appearance and drifted toward that face-covering, crying child in a breeze.

When the fake Xiaoxiao approached the little one, that boy suddenly threw a packet of dust powder, then pulled out a dagger to his throat, grinning wickedly: “Little lady, don’t shout. Where are your two companions? We have many brothers on the mountain who need more tender-skinned women for company!”

The dust powder he threw was full of knockout drugs—he wasn’t afraid of this woman running. Seeing her softly leaning toward him, this dwarf thief with a stubbled face couldn’t wait to untie the woman’s front garment to check the goods.

If the quality was good, after the brothers finished playing, selling her to a brothel in the big city would bring another income.

But unexpectedly, as soon as his hand reached over, the little beauty in his arms suddenly caught fire, burning his hand black.

The dwarf thief belatedly realized, howling strangely as his whole body caught fire, rolling on the ground to extinguish it.

Just then, over a dozen burly men suddenly emerged from the courtyard behind him, helping the dwarf put out the fire while shouting and searching everywhere.

Those little ladies shouldn’t think that knowing some unorthodox tricks of illusion and fire could let them escape—entering their territory, even immortals had to leave a layer of skin!

Little Sitian watched all this dumbfounded, understanding for the first time what her mother meant by saying human hearts were sinister.

Just then, a low voice suddenly came from behind Xiaoxiao and the others hiding in the shadows: “What are you still watching? Why don’t you leave quickly?”

Hearing the voice, Xiaoxiao turned and saw a youth with wheat-colored skin, strong and tall, standing behind them.

This youth had a really good foundation—his aura was so stable it was almost undetectable. When he approached, Xiaoxiao and Yu Ling’er hadn’t noticed at all.

That youth was a recruit forced into the bandit gang, but his conscience wasn’t completely gone. Seeing three women about to be trapped in the bandit village, he wanted to secretly lead them out.

But when the three women turned around, one with a round face and fox-like curved eyes unconsciously made the youth dazed. He… seemed to have dreamed of her… She always looked at him crying, choking as she asked when he would come to find her…

Yu Ling’er also just looked back once. Seeing that youth’s clear eyes, she immediately recognized him.

Though her young master’s appearance had changed and he’d grown much taller, that warm aura wrapped within his soul hadn’t changed at all!

She had finally found him!

The next moment, Yu Ling’er had already recklessly rushed over to hug the youth and began crying uncontrollably.

Sitian watched dumbfounded from the side. Aunt Ling’er had just taught her that human hearts were unpredictable—how could Aunt then unhesitatingly hug a strange man and cry?

And she was crying so loudly—was she afraid she couldn’t attract other bandits?

Indeed, those bandits came following the sound. Several bandits saw the youth being hugged by the woman and immediately shouted angrily: “A’Gou! Are you trying to secretly release people again? Wasn’t last time’s beating enough? I think this time we won’t just break your legs—you’re ungrateful, simply seeking death!”

That youth gritted his teeth and simply gave up everything, pushing away the woman in his arms: “You leave quickly!”

Then he limped to shield them—either way was death, so better to protect them as they left.

Though he didn’t know them, when he met eyes with that fox-eyed woman just now, his mind had only one thought: this lifetime, absolutely never let her shed a single tear!

The bandits were also maddened by killing intent, recklessly wanting to chop him into mincemeat first.

But the next moment, with a fishy wind, suddenly a big-mouthed monster beast charged out, biting off the heads of several bandits rushing forward like eating grapes.

The remaining bandits were terrified and fled in panic, but still couldn’t escape the corpse-eating beast’s pursuit and were eaten clean.

Seeing the corpse-eating beast, Xiaoxiao knew that the person should have followed too.

She could only smile stiffly: “How did you come? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t?”

A tall figure slowly emerged from the ruins.

The terrified youth stared blankly, feeling that this tall man was extraordinarily handsome. With those purple eyes, he was like a deity that one dared not look at directly…

Watching that handsome man’s calm composure as he petted the monster’s big head, the youth suddenly had an impulse—he wanted to acknowledge him as master and learn skills from him!

Hearing Xiaoxiao’s words, Wei Jie sneered: “I didn’t want Sitian to leave the mountain early and encounter the turbid world, yet you secretly brought her out. If I didn’t follow, wouldn’t you take her to heaven?”

Xiaoxiao laughed dryly and walked forward to hug the Underworld Lord’s waist: “Our daughter is just called Sitian—you can’t raise her to be foolishly sweet! Without gaining knowledge, how would she avoid being deceived by any random cat or dog in the future? Oh my, after just a few days apart, your face has healed so much more. Whose husband is this? How can he be so good-looking that I can’t open my eyes!”

Wei Jie knew his wife’s sweet mouth was comparable to the Underworld’s River of Forgetfulness—truly enchanting without compensation. In those successive “good-looking” and “charming” praises, his tense face gradually relaxed, even slightly showing his fangs.

Just then, the youth couldn’t hold back anymore. With a thud, he knelt before Wei Jie, saying somewhat self-consciously yet firmly: “Hero above, I wonder if you’d like to take me as a disciple? Though I was once a bandit, I’m willing to reform…”

“No!” Before the youth finished speaking, he was fiercely interrupted by that beautiful woman who’d been speaking flatteringly.

“I was the one who burned the bandits just now, and you saw my fire skills. Why do you specifically want to worship him? Besides releasing dogs to bite people, what other skills did he display? If you want to worship a master and learn skills, you can only worship me!” Xiaoxiao said fiercely.

The youth listened dumbfounded. Thinking carefully, this was indeed the reasoning. But that man always had a quality that made one want to bow to him—he couldn’t control it!

Seeing the youth wanted to speak again, Xiaoxiao walked forward and grabbed his shoulder. Looking at his injured lame leg and whip marks on his face, she knew what kind of life he’d lived.

Hatefully, Wei Jie insisted on waiting fourteen years—who knew how much suffering he’d endured.

Thinking this, Xiaoxiao softened her voice and said firmly to the youth: “I was once like you, deep in the mire, unable to distinguish good from evil. But someone timely rescued me, took me as a disciple, taught me skills, and taught me how to be human. I owe him too much, so I must repay. Therefore… I want to be your master! Congratulations, you’ve become the Talismonger Sect’s third-generation chief disciple!”

Hearing this, Wei Jie was very unwilling—he was the third-generation chief disciple!

But just as he wanted to speak, Xiaoxiao shot him a look.

That look meant: If you compete for this, don’t even think about being “master’s wife” anymore!

Wei Jie, having become a god with clearer vision, weighed pros and cons and simply kept quiet.

So Xiaoxiao finally gained the beloved disciple she’d long wanted to accept.

But the beloved disciple was an orphan from childhood with a casually given name. Under “Master’s Wife,” Wei’s persistent insistence, he was granted the name “Tang Tiandou.”

Hearing this name, Xiaoxiao was somewhat amused and exasperated. Privately, lying in Wei Jie’s embrace, she said: “Why must you still fight? Even the Heavenly Emperor has yielded to you. Didn’t that Wise Ancestor also say that if you want to be a wandering immortal, the Heavenly Emperor will comply?”

That Wise Ancestor was the old monk who had guided her and Wei Jie several times. The wisdom of the ancient great gods wasn’t something ordinary people could fathom.

But he’d said that Wei Jie’s mortal destiny was unfulfilled, so there was no rush to return to the Heavenly Court.

Wei Jie kissed Xiaoxiao’s cheek and said softly, “It’s not me fighting, but him needing to fight heaven. In his previous life, to save me, he arbitrarily arranged for you to travel two hundred years and overturn heaven and earth—that violated heavenly dao, planting the cause. Now, after reincarnation, the previous life’s debt must continue to be repaid. Did you think I delayed fourteen years for nothing? Without him suffering some hardship, even if we help, this cause and effect can’t be balanced. But now it’s about enough. If heaven won’t show face and continues making things difficult for him, even you and I won’t agree—worst case, we’ll continue fighting and poke a hole in the sky!”

Violating heavenly dao required giving heaven some face-saving steps. He and Xiaoxiao had both suffered considerably, offsetting previous debts. Tang Youshu also needed this, but fortunately, his broken leg could always be healed.

Seeing Wei Jie again showing his unreasonable nature, Xiaoxiao once more felt that being Young Master Tang’s master was the wisest move. Otherwise, if Wei Jie taught him, who knew what he’d become?

At this time, they were in a water town in Jiangnan.

Looking out the window, they could see Yu Ling’er and Tang Tiandou sitting on a rooftop across the river, talking about something.

Who said stories of young masters and foxes all had bad endings? Not necessarily!

Just as Xiaoxiao was thinking this, she suddenly discovered Wei Jie had waved to close the window and was pressing her down beneath him.

“Why watch them? You secretly ran away, starving me for so many days. How will you compensate?” Saying this, Wei Jie, like big-mouthed Ji Xiang, fiercely captured his dear wife’s mouth.

That room was full of uncontainable laughter and spring colors. The laughter leaked through window cracks, rippling on the water’s surface…