“Tsk~ Who told this little brat that Yang Qi is transmitted like this?”
“Heh heh heh, that little brat probably saw it in those nonsense books. It clearly should be palm to palm, but he insists on making things complicated.”
“Su little brat’s intentions aren’t pure~~”
“He’s not pure at all! It’s admiration alright, but he’s nothing more than a rebellious disciple defying the Master!!”
“Shh~ Don’t let the little brat hear that.”
Su Xiaohei was completely immersed in the kiss, completely oblivious to the old ghosts’ murmurs in the Sea of Consciousness. In his eyes, there was only those tightly closed beautiful eyes, and…
Something cool, soft, with a faint scent of peach blossoms.
He wanted to… he really wanted to reach in a little…
Pah, pah, pah!
Su Xiaohei, what are you thinking?!
This is the Master who raised you from childhood, like a parent reborn!!
You have only pure admiration for the Master! Pure filial piety!
Golden threads of Yang Qi flowed like silk from where the two touched, entering Su Xiaobai’s body. The deathly silent room was once again filled with that eerie chant, as if crossing the long river of time to the ancient barbaric era, during strange rituals connecting heaven and earth, reaching into the Nine Netherworlds.
An invisible mysterious force began repairing the already shattered Dantian. The broken Golden Core fragments, as if injected with life, trembled slightly.
Drawn by the Yang Qi, they gradually gained sentience, slowly gathering toward the center. Each fragment seemed to find its rightful place, fitting together precisely.
A Wood Element Golden Core, exuding the breath of life, reformed and floated in the Dantian, turning slowly.
The next moment, the pale-faced Su Xiaohei saw the Master beneath him suddenly open her eyes, those beautiful eyes flashing with a sharp, piercing light!
“Ma… Master?”
“Rebellious disciple! Filial son!!”
…
【Simulated Forty-Six Years, you have lived again.】
What?
After resting a few days and regaining energy, Su Xiaobai was preparing for her second simulation when suddenly the Simulation App popped up with this line of text.
The next moment, when she opened her eyes, she saw the standard white Dao Sect disciple robe, felt a strong and warm body, and saw that familiar face pressed against her.
The faint warmth from the lips reminded her exactly what kind of mischief the little pet was committing at this very moment.
“Rebellious disciple! Filial son!”
A surge of blood rushed from her soles to the top of her head. Furious, Su Xiaobai suddenly slapped the person on top of her straight into the ground!
But before she could draw her sword and clear the place, Su Xiaohei grabbed her leg tightly from the pit, wailing and crying bitterly.
“Wuwuwu, Master, you’re finally alive~”
“Wawu, Little Hei thought he’d never see you again.”
“Wuwu… What exactly happened before? I came in and saw you lying on the ground.”
Su Xiaobai: ???
Why is this script wrong? She was the one who got kissed without permission, yet the little pet is crying and complaining?
“My disciple just…” Su Xiaohei wiped his tears with his robe, wanting to continue crying, when a flash of cold light appeared—sword qi pressing him, the tip lifting his chin to meet those icy cold, millennium-frosted beautiful eyes.
“One incense stick’s time,” Su Xiaobai said, voice as cold as frost, utterly devoid of warmth, like a death sentence from the Nine Netherworld Hells, “Give me a reasonable explanation, or else, for your Master—oh no, for your father—today I will sever the Su Family Bloodline by your hand.”
A chill surged up his spine, and Su Xiaohei shivered violently.
He knew, although Su Xiaobai often played with him, teasing him with peaches in childhood, this moment was deadly serious. If he failed to provide a reasonable explanation, then both of their fates would be sealed.
Not daring to waste time, Su Xiaohei hurriedly explained everything in detail, from entering the room and seeing Su Xiaobai’s body on the floor, to using forbidden arts to revive her. His story was flawless.
However, he concealed the Soul Prison in his Sea of Consciousness, instead claiming it was a Forbidden Law he discovered while exploring the Ancestor Cave Dwelling.
Su Xiaobai frowned, then relaxed intermittently.
Finally, the sword light flickered like lightning. Su Xiaohei felt a light tap on his chin as the sword retracted, and he let out a sigh of relief.
He slightly lifted his head, wanting to see his mother, but Su Xiaobai was staring intently at the sword in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed as if weighing something.
Maybe she should just restart again.
Su Xiaobai thought silently. She was alive again, but the idea of having to live by absorbing the Yang Qi from the little pet made her feel better off dead.
It was just a shame for all the progress she had made this lifetime.
Whether cultivation, status, or other things.
“Wawu~ Mother, please don’t lose hope. This time it was all the fault of that hateful murderer.” Su Xiaohei hugged her leg tightly again, burying his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
“It’s all Little Hei’s fault for being useless. Little Hei will work hard to cultivate. When Little Hei is strong, Little Hei will protect Mother.”
“Little Hei knows today’s incident disgraced the Sect, but Little Hei swears his admiration for the Master is pure, with heaven and earth as witness!”
Lifting the soft flesh on the back of Su Xiaohei’s neck like a helpless puppy, Su Xiaobai looked directly into those tearful, guilt-ridden eyes. Her urge to restart softened.
Forget it, forget it.
This lifetime’s cultivation and management were going well, and the collection of gender-swapped cultivation techniques was progressing smoothly. For now, she’d just comfort the little pet through this life.
Thinking this, she put Su Xiaohei down. “This time… it’s forgiven, but don’t let it happen again. As for the Yang Qi…” Su Xiaobai hesitated, a flicker of reluctance in her beautiful eyes. That intimate feeling of absorbing Yang Qi from the little pet…
If it happened a few more times, no, even once more, she doubted she could hold back from driving her sword through the little pet’s heart.
“My disciple found a method in your Ancestor Cave Dwelling. Yang Qi can be extracted and condensed into Yang Qi Pills. One pill a month is enough.”
Seeing Su Xiaobai’s hesitation, Su Xiaohei immediately raised his hand. In his eyes, his earlier offense was tantamount to bloodline taboo in the Central Plains’ heavily tradition-focused sects.
Either one of them dies, or both die!
Su Xiaobai finally nodded.
“Very well, so be it.”
Pale-faced, Su Xiaohei respectfully left the room, clutching a Storage Pouch containing the resources Su Xiaobai gave him for breaking through Foundation Establishment, so he could cultivate with Qi Refining Completion without having to absorb Yang Qi too many times and risk ascending prematurely.
“Tsk tsk tsk~ Little brat, what a trick. Knowing that girl raised you, you pretended to be an innocent child, hugged her leg, and cried to confuse everyone.”
“Ke ke ke! I told you, this one has a demonic nature deep in his bones—a born demon child!”
“Prison Warden, this Dao Foundation Law I have, once the foundation is set, it grants longevity.”
“Pfft! He Old Ghost, that’s ancient and outdated. Su little brat, my Foundation Law is better—borrowing the wonders of heaven and earth to build the foundation. Follow heaven, and you’re mortal; defy heaven, and you become immortal!”
“Chuan Old Ghost, shut up. You can’t even swing your knife at the Dao of Longevity. Who dares practice that law? You really think Su little brat is some ancient prodigy like you?”
“Su little brat, use mine. As the saying goes, the body’s secret lies within. Seeking outside is a side path; exploring inside is the true way. Use my Foundation Law!”
“…”
In the Sea of Consciousness, the old ghosts burst into chatter as soon as the topic of Foundation Establishment came up, offering all kinds of advice.
But at this moment, Su Xiaohei wasn’t paying attention to them. Instead, he touched his lips, his black eyes flickering with a barely perceptible yearning—soft, cool, and faintly scented with peach blossoms.
He really wanted to…
No, no!
Su Xiaohei shook his head violently and slapped his face hard, forcing himself to stay clear-headed.
That’s the Master, that’s his mother.
He only had pure admiration for her, absolutely no disrespectful thoughts.
The corruption began officially