Su Qianqian held a few steamed buns, watching as her parents and younger sister discussed things for a long while on the side.
By the time she was on her last bun, her mother beckoned her over.
“Qianqian, what do you think we should do?” Liu Qingyao asked seriously.
Su Qianqian took a bite of the bun and, after pretending to think for a moment, said, “I think either way is fine. This Immortal Master seems like a decent person, but what matters most is Lingling’s feelings, and whether you all are willing to give up everything here to go somewhere far away.”
It was obvious Su Qianqian had touched on the main point, as both Su Changfeng and Liu Qingyao’s faces grew serious and contemplative.
It hadn’t been easy to build up what they had.
Was it really worth abandoning all of it for a vague Immortal Fate? Wouldn’t that be a bit too irrational?
After finishing the bun, Su Qianqian looked at Su Lingling seriously and asked, “So, Lingling, what do you think?”
Su Lingling, who was asked, hesitated to speak. Clearly, she was torn as well.
This Immortal Fate had suddenly fallen into her lap, but she wasn’t alone in the world, nor did she have a tragic past.
On the contrary, she lived happily and was content with her current life.
That made it all the more difficult to let go.
“I don’t know. I really envy that Immortal Master’s arts from earlier, but I also don’t want to leave here. I don’t know what that place is like—whether it’s a paradise or a life of hardship. What if Dad, Mom, and Sister have to suffer if we go?”
Su Lingling lowered her head, tugging at her sleeve—a habit she had clearly picked up from Su Qianqian.
Just then, Su Lingling felt two hands ruffling her hair, and another large hand comfortingly patted her shoulder. She looked up—it was her parents and sister…
“We still have a lot of time. We can think about it some more.”
“I’ll be discussing this with the rest of the family later—oh, will that Immortal Master allow us to reveal her whereabouts? According to the legends, such immortals are as elusive as the Dragon of Legend, never letting mortals reveal their tracks to others…” Su Changfeng pondered aloud.
Su Qianqian, hearing this, replied nonchalantly, “It’s fine. The Immortal Realm isn’t that strict, and Cultivators wouldn’t be afraid of being exposed among mortals. At most, it’s just forbidden to slaughter mortals.”
“Really… Qianqian, how do you know that?”
“Ah, that… I just think so. I mean, you saw how powerful that Immortal Master was, flying around and breathing fire and water. Why would she be scared of mortals finding out about her?”
Su Changfeng didn’t suspect a thing and, after thinking it over for a moment, decided to be cautious just in case. “Let’s ask the Immortal Master when she comes tomorrow. If we accidentally break any Taboo, it’ll be bad.”
Seeing that no one doubted her earlier statement, Su Qianqian quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart…
In truth, deep down, she had always harbored a worry—she had used a Secret Method of Immortal Arts to Transmigrate here. Had she taken the place of their original daughter and sister?
Even though she knew this worry was unnecessary—she hadn’t even had a basic form as a newborn, let alone consciousness when she Transmigrated—she still couldn’t help but think about it.
She knew that even if her sister and parents found out she was a Reincarnator with memories, it wouldn’t change their love for her.
Still, Su Qianqian didn’t want to risk it—nor did she dare to. She was, and could only be, Su Qianqian.
Now that Su Lingling was about to embark on the path of Cultivation and would soon learn about things like soul replacement, that was all the more true…
After the eventful morning, Su Changfeng and Liu Qingyao still had things to attend to.
For the rest of the day, and probably the next few days, their hearts would not be at ease.
Very soon, only Su Qianqian and Su Lingling were left together.
“Cheer up, Su Lingling. You actually got to meet an Immortal Master like in the legends, and she wants to take you as her disciple. Normally, people would be grinning from ear to ear over something like this~”
“It’s so annoying! I’d rather it never happened—now I’m all conflicted! And it’s not like today I just have to decide whether to eat more candy or not. My choice might affect the fate of Sister, Dad, and Mom. I’m scared to choose…”
As Su Lingling continued to sulk, Su Qianqian reached out and pinched her face.
Being shorter did have its perks—when Su Lingling lowered her head, it was easy to reach her cheeks.
“Sis, what are you doing! I’m trying to think~”
“Want me to tell you a simpler way? When the Immortal Master comes tomorrow, just ask her directly~”
Su Lingling froze for a moment. “Oh, right! But… what if she lies to us?”
“She’s an Immortal Master who can fly wherever she wants. Why would she bother lying to a mortal like you?”
“That’s true! Hehe, you’re the clever one, Sister!”
“Then let me pinch your face a little more. Have you been eating more lately? Your face is even chubbier~”
Just like that, after soothing Su Lingling, time passed as usual, and soon it was afternoon.
Su Qianqian was wandering aimlessly along the street, just as she did every day.
Maybe it was the thought of leaving soon, but Su Qianqian found the ordinary sights around her strangely dreamlike.
But just as she was lost in thought, a tall figure appeared at her side, startling her!
“You… What are you doing here?”
Lin Muxue heard Su Qianqian’s question and pointed to the oiled paper bag in her hand. “Just walking around, buying some pastries.”
Su Qianqian looked skeptical, but didn’t want to dig too deeply.
After hesitating, she spoke to Lin Muxue:
“Actually, I was hoping to talk to you. Tomorrow… could you say you want to take me as your disciple as well?”
Before Lin Muxue could answer, Su Qianqian hurried to explain:
“I never actually joined a Sect. My current cultivation is because I accidentally got my hands on a Technique and practiced it on my own. Also… please don’t tell my parents and sister about my Cultivation.”
Lin Muxue showed no sign of surprise—actually, she showed no expression at all.
“Alright.”
“You don’t have any questions?”
“… Tomorrow, I’ll tell your parents I want to take you as my disciple, and I won’t reveal your cultivation, right?”
“Um… yes. But don’t you have any other questions? Like why I can’t let my parents know about my cultivation?”
“No.” Lin Muxue replied in her usual cool, quiet way.
Su Qianqian stared at Lin Muxue and finally couldn’t help but laugh softly.
She was overthinking things—Lin Muxue was just that kind of person.
All her careful excuses were wasted.
Feeling relaxed, Su Qianqian made a little joke: “Then I’ll just call you ‘Master’ in advance~”
“Can you say it again?” Lin Muxue suddenly asked, leaving Su Qianqian stunned.
“Huh? What?”
“Can you call me Master again?”
“Master…?”
“Mm.”
Hearing that, Lin Muxue nodded in satisfaction—even a hint of nostalgia appeared on her face…
“I had a disciple before. He was my first disciple, but I lost him… I wasn’t a good master. I couldn’t help him.”
Lin Muxue turned to Su Qianqian again, and Su Qianqian could see an unusually complex emotion in her eyes:
“This time, I will be a good master. I won’t lose any more disciples.”
For some reason, as she listened to Lin Muxue and saw the seriousness in her face, Su Qianqian felt her heart beating faster…
“I think… you’ll definitely be a good master…”