Other immortal realms had guardian disciples, but Kun Lun was different.

As soon as Liu Shuang stepped into the peach forest, falling peach blossoms covered her entire body. When the wind blew, the previously quiet peach forest seemed to explode with activity, the peach trees chattering: “Not good, not good! That ugly monster boundary master from Kung Sang has come to bully our Young Lord again!”

“She’s back, she’s back…”

Tens of thousands of peach trees, as if seeking revenge, threw peach blossoms at Liu Shuang, seemingly determined to bury her alive. Liu Shuang felt quite dejected. Look, returning to Kun Lun truly meant facing hostility. If even the peach tree spirits behaved this way, wouldn’t Kun Lun’s Young Lord simply stab her to death on sight?

Bai Yuxiao laughed loudly: “Chi Shui Liu Shuang, see how detestable you were last time? Even these spirits remember you.”

Bai Zhuixu looked at the disheveled Liu Shuang, half-helpless and half-amused. Always acting properly, he was about to step forward to announce their arrival and request an audience with Kun Lun’s Boundary Master or Young Lord when he saw the peach trees swaying before them. The previously clear path disappeared, thoroughly blocked by the peach trees.

In an instant, the path was sealed off. A white Eight Trigrams formation beneath their feet flashed faintly—a maze formation intended to make them leave quickly.

Yan Chaosheng laughed coldly in his heart. See? That ugly monster was indeed unlikable.

Bai Zhuixu stepped forward and said: “I am Bai Zhuixu, eldest son of the Bai clan from Kung Sang, accompanying our Young Lord to apologize to Kun Lun’s Young Lord. We hope for some accommodation.”

The path remained blocked. The peach trees were stubborn, still unwilling to let them pass.

Liu Shuang said, “I truly came to apologize.”

The peach trees remained unmoved.

Bai Yuxiao said, “Why waste words on them? They’re just spirits that gained consciousness from absorbing immortal energy. If we send a blaze their way, would they dare not make way?”

With his fiery temperament, flames were already burning at his fingertips as he finished speaking. Liu Shuang quickly grabbed him: “No!”

Liu Shuang’s head ached: “We came to apologize. Burning their immortal realm will only create enmity. I was wrong last time, and there’s nothing wrong with being punished for my mistakes. Let’s wait a little longer. Perhaps someone from Kun Lun will report our arrival.”

Bai Zhuixu also intervened: “Yuxiao, don’t be rash.”

Bai Yuxiao had to withdraw his hand, snorting: “Even if we wait until the end of time, they might not be willing to open the doors of their immortal realm. How dare these spirits be so bold as to block our way? I don’t believe they are acting under someone’s instructions. The Kun Lun lineage excels at divination—they probably knew the moment we set foot in Kun Lun’s territory.”

They already knew, yet deliberately made them suffer a rebuff, and even sent spirits to mock Liu Shuang.

Liu Shuang was, after all, Kung Sang’s Young Lord. Logically, Kun Lun wouldn’t act this way. What despicable thing had she done during her last visit?

The three men simultaneously looked at Liu Shuang, their gazes subtle.

Liu Shuang stepped back, feeling utterly wronged. She didn’t know what her original self had done either, and was more panicked than anyone.

She had thought the peach forest formation would trap them for a few days at most, venting some frustration before letting them go. Unexpectedly, several days passed, and not only did the peach trees block the path, but not a single person from the immortal realm came out.

This time, even Bai Zhuixu couldn’t comfort himself that Kun Lun would let them in once their anger subsided. He glanced at Liu Shuang’s face behind the veil. The longer the Phantom Appearance Pearl remained inside her body, the harder it would be to restore her appearance. For the sake of the Young Lord’s face, they had no choice but to force their way in.

He sighed and said, “We’ll force our way out of the peach forest.”

Liu Shuang quickly stopped him: “No, no.”

If they truly forced their way in, that Young Lord of Kun Lun might become even angrier. Forget about the Phantom Appearance Pearl—the two great immortal realms would certainly become enemies.

Bai Zhuixu also understood this reasoning, but he was concerned about his face and had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

“I have an idea!” Liu Shuang said. “Let me try first.”

She glanced at Yan Chaosheng, remembering how when the little immortal grass almost trespassed into Wuqing Palace, the Demon Lord was very angry, and they were estranged for days. The little immortal grass nearly cried herself to death in bed, and Yan Chaosheng used this method to coax her.

The little immortal grass immediately stopped being angry. Liu Shuang couldn’t remember her mindset from her previous life, but the intention to appease might still work.

Using the method Yan Chaosheng had used to coax her in her previous life, to now coax Kun Lun’s Young Lord—there was nothing wrong with that.

Liu Shuang thought that she couldn’t bring herself to apologize. Since her dignity as Kung Sang’s Young Lord carried little weight in Kun Lun anyway, she simply joined her palms in a seal, her fingers turning in elaborate patterns, causing a line of golden light to rise slowly into the air.

The flowing light flew to the sky above Kun Lun, almost spreading throughout the entire realm.

Wo Jiang was gleefully watching Liu Shuang and her companions in a water mirror. He had known the moment they entered Kun Lun territory.

Wo Jiang secretly ordered the peach trees to block the entrance, preventing the Young Lord from entering.

No joke—last time that ugly girl had rushed in impetuously, and the entire Kun Lun, because she was the Young Lord’s fiancée, had treated her respectfully and courteously. In return, this girl had instantly criticized the Young Lord as worthless and declared she would marry anyone but the Young Lord, telling him to give up any hope.

That would have been bad enough, but when the Young Lord frowned and said, for the sake of the immortal bloodline, that marriage was a matter between two immortal realms and he needed to consult with his father, that Young Lord directly pointed to her belly and said there might already be a child inside. If the Young Lord was willing to be a cuckolded tortoise, she wouldn’t mind an alliance between Kung Sang and Kun Lun.

Even with his good temperament, the Young Lord couldn’t help but give a cold laugh.

A man humiliated to such an extent, the Young Lord immediately agreed to dissolve the engagement.

The ugly girl left happily, and Wo Jiang hadn’t seen the Young Lord’s face so cold in several hundred years.

Indeed, the two originally had no feelings for each other. The Young Lord, for Kun Lun’s sake, was sacrificing his marriage prospects, intending to treat the ugly girl with mutual respect and jointly protect the immortal realm. He never expected to be sought out and rejected, even to make him raise another man’s child.

Since then, the Young Lord had been in seclusion.

Since this marriage wouldn’t happen, he needed to develop the ability to save the depleted spiritual veins himself. This time, Chi Shui Liu Shuang returned to the immortal realm while the Young Lord was unaware in his seclusion.

Wo Jiang was determined to teach this spoiled brat a lesson.

He had secretly divined for the Young Lord and Chi Shui Liu Shuang, discovering they couldn’t end up together. If so, it was better to resolve matters early.

Without the Chi Shui clan’s little troublemaker, if an alliance was truly needed, didn’t Feng Fuming have a younger sister? He’d heard the Eastern Chang Liu clan also had excellent daughters.

When the Chi Shui clan initially came to discuss marriage, they said their Young Lord had world-class beauty, unparalleled loveliness. But when this girl came to provoke them, she was utterly painful to look at.

She thought the Young Lord wasn’t worthy of her, but in Wo Jiang’s view, she wasn’t worthy of the Young Lord!

After the peach forest spirits changed their formation to trap them outside, Wo Jiang had expected her to rage and force her way in. Surprisingly, she patiently stood in punishment for several days, obediently waiting outside.

Wo Jiang snorted coldly in his heart. The good-tempered Young Lord was in seclusion anyway—what could she do if they didn’t let her in?

Old Man Chi Shui allowed his daughter to cause a scene in Kun Lun—the meaning still wasn’t clear. This was a good opportunity to test their intentions.

Wo Jiang watched for several days until he finally grew tired. He was taking a leisurely rest when someone knocked on his door.

Wo Jiang went to open it and exclaimed in surprise: “Young Lord?”

Outside the door stood Ji Mo Shao You, dressed in cyan robes and a jade crown. He bowed and asked helplessly: “Master, why do you trouble her?”

Wo Jiang awkwardly asked: “Young Lord, why have you emerged from seclusion?”

Ji Mo Shao You sighed: “With such a commotion, even if I remained in seclusion, Father would blame me.”

“What?” Wo Jiang was stunned. What commotion? Weren’t the people in the water mirror perfectly fine?

“Master, please come out and see.”

Wo Jiang followed Shao You outside and looked up, his face twitching. He saw a line of dazzling golden characters written with immortal power in the sky above all of Kun Lun, which read:

“Ji Mo Young Lord, I was wrong. Please forgive me and see me, won’t you?”

She had lowered herself completely, appearing so docile that it didn’t seem like she was coaxing a prospective husband, but rather like she was coaxing a young lady.

Shao You waved his hand, and the line of characters faded.

Wo Jiang hadn’t expected that little girl to be so clever—the Young Lord had been disturbed from his seclusion. Wo Jiang asked: “What does the Young Lord think? Since the engagement has been withdrawn, there’s no need for interactions with Kung Sang. The four great immortal realms rarely interact, having lived separately in their corners for hundreds of thousands of years. Young Lord, need not always consider the immortal realm’s interests; occasionally, you should also mind your feelings and preferences.”

Shao You’s eyes were clear and gentle. Hearing this, he smiled mildly: “Master speaks truly.”

Wo Jiang sighed. Their Young Lord was good in every way, except for thinking too much, living unlike a person of flesh and blood.

Ji Mo Shao You called him Master, but Wo Jiang felt unworthy. Shao You had learned from him as a child, but only the art of divination. Later, Ji Mo Shao You had absorbed the strengths of many schools; whether in divination or techniques, he had long surpassed Wo Jiang. The Boundary Master had found other masters for him, yet for thousands of years, he had consistently shown Wo Jiang great respect.

Having watched him grow up, Wo Jiang not only saw him as the Young Lord and Kun Lun’s future hope but also cherished him more than his flesh and blood.

Shao You had been proper since youth. Such a temperament was passionate but fragile, too selfless. Wo Jiang rather hoped he would be more selfish, not always considering others.

“So, Young Lord, will you see Chi Shui Liu Shuang?”

Shao You said: “Please invite them in. Though we no longer have an engagement, they are still guests from Kung Sang. Father and Uncle Chi Shui are good friends. Since she says she has come to apologize, we cannot let his daughter be embarrassed in Kun Lun.”

“If she is disrespectful again, what will the Young Lord do?”

Shao You lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said calmly: “Master worries too much. Kun Lun is not a place where people can run wild.”

Wo Jiang felt satisfied. With the Young Lord saying this, if that little girl dared to be disrespectful and speak maliciously again, the Young Lord would certainly not let her off lightly.

With a thought, Wo Jiang ordered the peach tree spirits to let them in.

Ah, what a shameless little girl, knowing their Young Lord was shy, yet coming up with such a scheme!

Liu Shuang wasn’t sure if it would work. After a while, the peach forest remained silent.

She felt somewhat frustrated—was publicly coaxing that Young Lord in front of the entire realm useless? Bai Zhuixu and the others didn’t know what she had done. Seeing no response from inside, Bai Zhuixu comforted her: “It’s all right, let me handle this, Young Lord.”

Unlike the crude Bai Yuxiao, who would destroy the peach forest, he intended to forcibly break the formation and move the peach trees.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, those spirits seemed to receive some command, parting to both sides and saying in unison: “Welcome, Chi Shui Young Lord.”

Bai Yuxiao wondered: “Was it Chi Shui Liu Shuang’s method that worked, or did these spirits fear my elder brother?”

“It doesn’t matter which; let’s go in first,” Liu Shuang said, glancing at Yan Chaosheng. The Demon Lord’s method of coaxing worked well.

The group entered Kun Lun. Unlike Kung Sang’s emphasis on spiritual charm, Kun Lun emphasized natural harmony. Amidst the mist of immortal energy, countless flowers bloomed. Liu Shuang even spotted a nest of small rabbits in the distance.

Kun Lun was likely the most accepting immortal realms toward other living beings.

Someone came to guide them: “Chi Shui Young Lord, honored immortal lords, please follow me this way.”

After walking a short distance, they finally saw pavilions and towers floating in the air.

“We’ve arrived. The Young Lord is waiting for you all inside. I shall take my leave.”

Honestly, Liu Shuang felt quite nervous. When she met Kun Lun’s Young Lord in a moment, what should she say? Should she follow protocol, apologize, and admit her mistakes, or should she exchange pleasantries?

She stepped toward the tower, mentally preparing her humble apology.

However, when the immortal lord with his back to her turned around, Liu Shuang stared at his face in astonishment, momentarily forgetting everything.

She had thought her heart was gone, that nothing could stir beneath her ice-cold chest, but unexpectedly, one day it could still beat so fiercely.

Almost uncontrollably, she ran before him, her lips trembling: “Is it you? Shao You?”

The person she had longed to see most in her entire life, yet had never seen even in death. Seeing him once was worth a hundred years; after dying and returning, Shao You had become an obsession in her memory.

Shao You turned around with a cold expression, expecting to see an enraged woman like last time. Instead, she ran up to him, her misty eyes looking at him with both joy and sorrow, as if seeing her most beloved relative in the world. It seemed she would collapse into his arms, crying in the next moment.

Ji Mo Shao You was stunned.