Chapter 121: A Thousand Faces of the Spiritual Heart

Hundred Thoughts Phantasm Morph, Thousand Faces of Spirit Heart, Myriad Manifestation at Will, and the ultimate realm—

Demonic Heaven.

Putting down the Peachwood Whip stained with water, Zhou Xuan studied the cultivation manual in his hands, the one presented by the Old Ghost of Myriad Transformations—“Art of Manifesting a Myriad from a Single Thought.”

It was also thanks to this technique that Su Bai could remotely control her various clones and alter egos, preventing her mind from burning out due to excessive multitasking.

“Thousand Faces of Spirit Heart—each avatar has a spirit like a true heart, possessing different faces and personalities, gradually displaying a multitude of characteristics.”

Mulling over these words, he lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his gaze deepening.

The Old Ghost of Myriad Transformations, far away in the Northern Plains, once said: In a single moment, a person has three thousand thoughts—one thousand virtuous, one thousand wicked, one thousand mundane. The Thousand Faces of Spirit Heart is to magnify these thoughts, thus achieving avatars of endless forms and infinite appearances.

Master is still uncorrupted, holding fast to her bottom line.

The Blood Consort is already corrupted, indulging in pleasure.

“Unrestrained desire leads only to self-destruction.” For some reason, Zhou Xuan recalled Su Bai’s out-of-control state from before, lost to passion, then thought of the Blood Consort’s increasingly fervent and unbridled desires, resulting in more and more bizarre behavior.

After some thought, Zhou Xuan stood up, deciding to cancel the recent ambush assignment for the True Lord of Heartlessness and instead station himself at the Central State’s Celestial Emperor Soul Locking Formation. It would make it easier to give the Blood Consort her lectures—and at the same time, he could have a heart-to-heart with Su Bai.

【You’re awake.】

【For a Yuanying True Lord, immune to all poisons, how could a single cup of drugged wine make you faint? You covered it up with your “special constitution.”】

【Just out of bed, as Sigma, you began frantically grinding missions again. Among those in the Golden Core Realm you stood out, and after attaining Yuanying, it was only natural—one-on-one, you dominated with ease; one-on-two, a bit of pressure; one-on-three, the more you fought, the stronger you became!】

【Your workhorse spirit has truly won the respect of many. People have seen others squeeze those below them, but never someone who squeezes themselves so hard.】

【On this day, you had barely finished a mission and hadn’t even rested before preparing for the next. Suddenly, your communication artifact lit up—it was a message from Wu Ji.】

【Northern Plains, Demon Spirit-Locking Grand Formation. Major assignment.】

“Let the heart be as clear as ice, stray thoughts unfettered.”

“True Qi spirals gently, all desires disperse…”

“Body and mind at ease, untainted by worldly dust…”

“Pure heart, few thoughts, immortality ahead…”

“Awooo~”

A little boy leapt, pouncing into the Empress’s lap where she sat cross-legged on the bed. His chubby cheeks nuzzled affectionately against her soft bosom, then he looked up, his big black eyes sparkling brightly.

“Little Black is here~ Give Little Black a kiss~”

“Just like when I was little~~”

The chanting paused. Su Bai pinched the soft flesh on Little Trouble’s cheek hard, venting her frustration, “When you were little, I nearly beat you to death, and you still want a kiss? You little troublemaker, you little brat!”

Su Xiaotai yelped, “It’s not this life, it’s that life! The life when you loved Little Black~ Every night, you hugged Little Black to sleep. In the morning, there were good-morning kisses, all with a hint of Peach Blossom Fragrance~”

Su Bai’s face turned dark.

The Seed of Cosmic Light didn’t just rewind time—it merged the First Cycle and Second Cycle, resulting in this unique Two-Point-Five Cycle.

This little troublemaker remembered everything from both cycles—having been loved and cherished by her, and also spanked and scolded by her; once wanting to love her, now also wanting to teach her a lesson.

Now, Su Xiaotai and Zhou Xuan were simply chaotic beings on the timeline.

“Speak. Why are you looking for me?”

“It’s about that Blood Sister. Little Black’s been really troubled lately.”

“Either I lift your seal, or you watch her die. Pick one.” Su Bai, as usual, threw out a multiple-choice question.

“Little Black doesn’t want either. I don’t want either of them.” The little boy pouted and acted cute.

“Little Black knows Master is the smartest person in the world. Master definitely has a solution, right?”

Su Bai’s lips twitched slightly.

This little brat!

He really knew her weakness.

As a face-con and lover of little dumplings, she was absolutely defenseless against the little boy’s pleas.

But just the thought of cleaning up after scholars all the time—no matter how cute, adorable, or round they were—she instantly tossed all that aside, gritting her teeth.

“No, if your father were really number one in wisdom, I wouldn’t be held captive by you, you little troublemaker.”

“Raised you for two lifetimes, and in the end, still got overthrown. I’ve never seen such an unfilial disciple!”

“Wrong~” Su Xiaotai shook his head and planted a few kisses on her snow-white, full chest, making the Empress shiver and tremble.

He continued, “In Little Black’s heart, ‘Su Bai’ is Master, but not Father—more like the Master who raised Little Black.”

So Master and Little Black were closer than even family; they were Master and disciple.

Su Bai: “……”

The little boy’s face was all innocent, but his tone was dripping with mischief and scheming.

Su Bai, exasperated, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, her eyes annoyed. “Get lost! This is what comes of two lifetimes of failed parenting—raising a little troublemaker like you!”

“When I die and the simulation restarts, I’ll definitely raise you into a proper young hero!!”

But the little boy’s reply broke through her defenses entirely. “Even if Master uses the right method, Little Black will always rebel, challenge the Master, and overthrow the ancestors~”

Su Bai, infuriated, smacked him off the bed. Su Xiaotai fought back without hesitation. The two tussled, bed shaking, until finally Su Xiaotai straddled the Empress’s waist, tickling her until she burst into helpless laughter, at last subduing Su Bai.

“Troublemaker,” Su Bai snorted at the triumphant little dumpling on her waist.

After her snort, a look of surprise flickered in her eyes. The next moment, she pinched the soft flesh at the little boy’s waist and said, “Brat, take me outside for a walk. After being locked up so long, I’m bored out of my mind.”

“Okay~” Su Xiaotai jumped down from her, stood up, and walked to the door. Then he turned around and asked, “Should we bring that Blood Sister?”

“Not her.”

“Okay~”

At the same time, in a remote side hall of the palace—

“Wow! So pretty!” The Blood Consort exclaimed in genuine admiration as she looked at the young girl before her, whose face resembled Palace Qianxue’s by ninety percent, yet whose temperament was utterly different.

The girl was stunningly beautiful, yet her brow held a hint of cold indifference. Compared to Palace Qianxue’s pure iciness, this one had an even more aloof, unapproachable air, like a distant star shining coldly in the heavens—always radiating that faint, chilly glow.

“Is that your daughter? Who’s her father?” The Blood Consort turned to the True Lord of Heartlessness, Palace Qianxue, who was preaching to her, and asked.

A few days ago, after some mischief, she’d dragged her main body to Zhou Xuan for a delicious sisterly double treat. Afterwards, using a projection as blackmail, she arrogantly demanded her desires be satisfied…

The result?

She got a thorough spanking from Zhou Xuan, then was punished to listen to the True Lord lecture on the Dao of Heartlessness, to rein in her desires.

“Reporting to Vice Palace Lord, this is the Second Nascent Soul.”

“Second Nascent Soul?”

“During the shattering of my core and the formation of the Nascent Soul, I used a secret method to refine part of my flesh, soul, and will, thereby forming this Second Nascent Soul. She and I share the same origin—you could say she is an extension of my chosen path.”

The Blood Consort circled the Second Nascent Soul, looking her up and down with curiosity. “So she counts as your daughter, right? Can you teach me? Mother-daughter flowers, so spicy!”

“When I make my own Second Nascent Soul, I’ll bring her to serve A-Xuan together—mother-daughter double team, yyds!”

A faint twitch appeared at the corner of Palace Qianxue’s mouth.

“Since the Vice Palace Lord requests it, I shall present the secret method.” With that, Palace Qianxue’s slender hand reached into her storage pouch, producing a grayish-white formation disk, which she set aside, then motioned for the Blood Consort to step forward and examine the Secret Method of Second Nascent Soul.

The Blood Consort’s gaze shifted over. Palace Qianxue’s pale hand rose gently—there was nothing visible, but as her fingers curved slightly, in an instant, the Blood Consort felt her consciousness spinning, as if her soul were plummeting into a vortex, all senses slipping from her control.

A moment later, a gentle yet subtly mysterious voice sounded at her ear. Palace Qianxue’s red lips parted, and two ethereal words floated out.

“Soul~Bewilderment~”

An hour later.

The Blood Consort left the side hall, stretched with a big yawn, and felt completely refreshed, mumbling to herself, “Suppress my cultivation and rebuild just to make a Second Nascent Soul—such a hassle, such a hassle. With my talent, if I had to start over, who knows how many years it would take!”