“Kuarun!”
“Kuarun!!”
“Kuarun!!!”
The moment she received the news, Xuèshēn dared not delay even for a moment. Wrapping herself and the entire courtyard together, she swiftly formed the Sìtōngbādá Formation and immediately made her escape, fleeing toward the Five Domains!
A Huàshén Tiānzūn—even one with a damaged foundation—is still a Huàshén Tiānzūn, capable of commanding the heavens and earth with a mere gesture, and suppressing rebellious disciples with a casual wave.
As the last hope to rescue Su Bai, if she were captured, this simulation would truly fall into a deadlock.
And who knows if that troublesome disciple who also keeps a twisted little pet would recklessly charge in—whether it’s charging alone or charging in pairs—she might get caught up in it too, ending in “Master plus Master, double the fun.”
So…
Run!
She must run!!
At the same time, her true self needed to delay time as much as possible. Every second of late arrival for the pursuers meant an additional chance of survival.
“Hmph~”
Flying at top speed, Xuèshēn’s face suddenly flushed crimson, as a steady wave of heat from her lower abdomen spread through her entire body, making her involuntarily let out a soft, coquettish moan.
“Damn it!”
She cursed quietly, fully aware that the side effects of this premature Blood Sea Undying Body were acting up again. Normally, she could just choose a room and recite the Long-Life Tranquility Incantation for half an hour to suppress the strange, indescribable sensations completely.
But now? Forget half an hour—even one second was too long to waste for Xuèshēn.
So…
Her blood-red pupils glinted with a seductive charm as she quickly opened a consciousness connection channel and forcefully shoved all those sensations to her other self.
This was all for the greater good of the big picture.
…
“Hmph~”
Inside the Qing Emperor Divine Palace, in the bedchamber.
While receiving a massage from the man behind her, Su Bai suddenly snorted through her delicate nose, a flicker of desire shining in her eyes like a spark in the darkness.
“Master.” The man behind her spoke softly: “The missing case in the Northern Plains isn’t related to you, is it?”
Before Su Bai could answer, he continued, “Even if it is, it doesn’t matter. Just like the story you once told me about the Beacon Fire That Tricked the Lords, I love beauty more than I love the realm.”
He paused and then added, “Anyway, you conquered the Five Domains for me two days ago. Even if those remnants snatch it away, it’s no big deal.”
Su Bai: …
Tch! The child sells the father’s field without remorse.
“Finished with the massage? You can leave now.” An hour later, Su Bai kicked the scoundrel behind her away and busied herself tying her imperial robe again.
This imperial robe was a genuine Nascent Soul spirit treasure, endowed with storage and cleansing, shielding from divine secrets, and infinite transformations. It required no mana to maintain—just timely embedding of spirit stones to serve as its power source.
“Just toss it aside after use? Master, are you really this heartless?” Zhou Xuan raised an eyebrow, squeezing the beauty’s butt hard, eliciting a soft moan from her.
“Get lost!” Su Bai glared angrily.
The large hand suddenly released her, and the sudden freedom was tinged with inexplicable emptiness.
“In that case, your disciple will take his leave. Oh, Master, now that you’ve woken up, the Qing Emperor Divine Palace is open for you to explore—as long as you don’t leave the palace on your own.”
With a faint tone, as if offended by the beloved’s pride, Zhou Xuan turned away, his golden-lined white robe sweeping past without a shred of reluctance.
Her backside still warm and oddly empty, it felt like enjoying a feast when someone suddenly flips the table—an unpleasant sensation caught between anger and dissatisfaction.
“Pfft!”
Slapping herself twice to sober up, Su Bai sat cross-legged and recited the Long-Life Tranquility Incantation for half an hour, finally suppressing that strange, inexplicable feeling.
Receiving news that Xuèshēn had safely arrived at the border between the Northern Plains and the Southern Frontier through the Sìtōngbādá Formation, Su Bai breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
In this lifetime, she was still relying on the next generation raised by Xuèshēn to come to her rescue—otherwise, no one knew how many more centuries she would be trapped by the Grand Academician.
Especially this time with Shi Su Xiaobai, unlike the previous life, she was skilled in PUA and adept at various seductive provocations.
After a brief spiritual wandering on her bed, recalling Zhou Xuan’s parting words, Su Bai tightened her robe and stepped out of the bedchamber for the first time since she had been unconscious for two hundred years.
The Qing Emperor Divine Palace was built according to her ideal vision of a royal palace. After all, what boy doesn’t dream of being an emperor?
Stepping out of the bedchamber, the exquisite pavilions were immersed in mist. Spirit jade formed the walls, pearls were inlaid, spirit water ran like streams, spiritual wood served as bridges. All sorts of rare and exotic wonders coalesced into a scene of misty clouds and myriad colors, as if walking in the clouds—ethereal and divine, pushing the limits of mortal imagination.
Once, this place was filled with the laughter of the mighty; no mere mortals dared to enter. Almost every cultivator dreamed of stepping inside for a minor official post or a small role.
Bamboo swayed, streams gurgled, several spirit carps swam up and down. Spirit mist rose, but along the way, no signs of human presence could be seen—not even a single Divine Emperor Soldier.
She casually broke off a stalk of dark bamboo, stripped the branches, then pulled out a line and a needle, fashioning a simple fishing hook.
Su Bai picked a good spot and threw it hard; the hook sank into the pond.
Fishing was a hobby she had learned from her father.
According to her father, true fishing was not about catching fish but rather about spiritual solace in an external object. Gazing at the slowly flowing stream before her, her heart was quiet—very quiet.
No scheming or plotting from work, no backstabbing among colleagues, no factional alliances within the federation—only the flowing stream before her, enjoying rare peace.
Of course, Su Bai did not understand this then, and even now, she wasn’t quite sure.
Now, she was just looking for something to do, to prevent herself from spiraling into mental exhaustion from boredom.
At the same time, she quietly communicated with Xuèshēn.
“Mother, Master.”
Suddenly, a soft, sweet boy’s voice rang out nearby. A little boy in a white robe, holding a crude fishing rod taller than himself—just like Su Bai’s—trotted over on short legs.
“Let’s fish together.” The little guy plopped down beside Su Bai, shaking his rudimentary fishing rod.
Seeing this, Su Bai frowned, stood up coldly, and kicked the boy into the lake without a backward glance, ignoring his cries and pleas for help.
Of course, this resulted in a soaking wet and furious little boy dragging her back in the middle of the night, stuffing a Ten-Thousandfold Sensitivity Pill into her mouth.
…
“Mr. Bai, what’s wrong today? You didn’t even finish your pork stew with vermicelli.”
“It’s nothing, kids. There are just some bad people chasing us.” Xuèshēn rubbed the head of the big boy in front of her.
The boy nodded, half understanding, then quickly ran to the woodshed. Soon, he returned with a covered bowl, holding it steadily in both hands, and smiling brightly as he handed it to the man in the blue robe.
“Mr. Bai, this is what everyone saved for you. You need to eat well, too.”
Lifting the lid, it was the steaming, fragrant pork stew with vermicelli and some rice.
Xuèshēn was momentarily stunned, her smile softening even more.
The children’s kindness was pure, like this crystal-clear mountain stream—treat them well, and they return the warmth tenfold.
Thinking over these days, the children had made good progress in cultivating the Primordial Supreme True Scripture, having mostly transformed away their original cultivation. Next, they should train in orthodox cultivation techniques.
But the cultivation methods were a big problem. After all, she was a bona fide blood cultivator—a universally hunted existence centuries ago. There was no way she could teach the children blood path cultivation.
Besides, all these children were born with Dao bodies. Only by cultivating methods compatible with them could their cultivation advance rapidly…
Hmm… maybe she could consult her true self. She recalled that there were many hidden books in the Qing Emperor Divine Palace.
With this thought, Xuèshēn accepted the pork stew while consulting her other self.
The next moment, her legs went weak as a surge of overwhelming joy crashed like a tidal wave against the dam of her reason, instantly breaking it down.
She knelt uncontrollably on the ground, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
“Mr. Bai! Mr. Bai!” The children’s panicked shouts rang in her ears.
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