Chapter 162: (End)

This time, the opening of the Immortal Palace had different changes due to the disruption caused by the demon cultivators.

The fact that the demon cultivators could cause the calm Inkstone Pool, which didn’t cause any ripples in front of the Taoist cultivators, to help them escape, and snatch the treasures from under Song Pianxian’s nose, immediately sounded alarm bells in the hearts of the Taoist cultivators.

Only one demon cultivator appeared, but she was so arrogant. How many more are there who haven’t appeared? What parts of the Immortal Palace can they control? At this moment, in the eyes of the Taoist cultivators, the Immortal Palace was no longer a peaceful and harmless treasure trove, but a battlefield full of dangers everywhere.

But no one was willing to give up the opportunity at hand and leave behind the easily obtained treasures. In the end, everyone not only closely followed the majority within the Immortal Palace, but when it was time to disperse outside, they stuck together tightly, afraid of being left alone and falling victim to harm.

It can be imagined that after they saw the existence of the demon cultivator in the Crossing Tribulation stage, everyone felt that following the one in the Crossing Tribulation stage would be the safest. Especially the one from the Lingyun Sect, everyone saw it at that time. If it weren’t for the tricks of the Inkstone Pool, that demon cultivator would have been bound by Song Pianxian.

For a while, besides the people from Lingyun Sect and Tianfeng City around Song Pianxian, many Taoist cultivators also came up. They didn’t necessarily gather around Song Pianxian, but spread out around her, vigilant while searching for treasures. If there was any movement, they would bounce back like startled rabbits.

In this tense and rewarding atmosphere, five days passed. Until the Immortal Palace was about to close, they still hadn’t seen a second demon cultivator.

“Where are the demon cultivators?”

Qian Du, who walked out of the Immortal Palace, breathed a sigh of relief, but still puzzled.

Song Pianxian lowered her gaze, not knowing either.

But she thought Yu Yi should come back to find her. She would come back.

If Qian Du could see the demon palace suppressed by the Immortal Palace, he would understand why they hadn’t seen a single demon cultivator.

The door of the demon palace was wide open, and it hadn’t closed since Yu Yi went in, but not a single demon cultivator inside had managed to escape from the palace gate.

From the door to the inside, it was silent everywhere, only ashes burning silently, some still carrying a reddish glow, lighter than air, slowly floating upwards without the need for wind, drifting in a rampant sea of black and red.

The ashes had piled up into a thick carpet. Manzhi almost sank into it when she stepped on it.

Chu Feng pinched the back of her collar and “lifted” her up, actually using a spell to make her stand in the air, avoiding touching the ashes left by the demon cultivators burning to the extreme.

“So clumsy?” Chu Feng spoke somewhat humanely, but her face was full of teasing, as if she were looking at a little fool.

Manzhi stretched her neck to shake off her hand, her face still somewhat unnatural, so she smiled even more artificially sweetly:

“Didn’t I just recover my memory, you dead ghost.”

Manzhi was deliberately disgusting to Chu Feng.

After she took the snake-mouthed lotus out of the Sumeru Stone, as Chu Feng said, a stream of light rushed into her sea of consciousness and exploded.

Then, according to Chu Feng, she slept for a full five days, and Chu Feng stayed by her side for five days—when she heard this, Manzhi subconsciously looked at her own skirt and found that it was neatly arranged, but she was somewhat disappointed. How could Chu Feng be a serious snake—when she woke up today, the blank memory from before was filled in seamlessly by this stream of light.

Apart from what Chu Feng said, she even “saw” the figure of a woman while she was asleep.

The woman wore wide-sleeved robes as blue as water, and the fingers resting on her forehead were cool and comfortable. She took out a stream of light from her own forehead, but it didn’t cause any pain to Manzhi. Even as she turned and left, Manzhi felt waves of attachment and reluctance in her heart.

Summing it up as merely liking someone was too simplistic; it was an emotion that pressed heavily in her veins. Manzhi could only summarize it this way, as if… the other person was her closest elder.

This trustful attachment made Manzhi suddenly understand why Chu Feng had that expression and tone when she mentioned the Void Spirit. She couldn’t feel the slightest discomfort in her heart anymore.

After her memories returned, she realized that she was indeed Qin Yi. When facing Chu Feng again, there was still some indescribable awkwardness for a moment. She didn’t want to give Chu Feng the satisfaction of seeing her unhappy, so she deliberately teased Chu Feng with a coquettish complaint, trying to disgust Chu Feng.

Who knew that when she said “dead ghost,” Chu Feng was stunned, and a faint blush appeared on her usually pale face, spreading from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes.

“You—?” Manzhi couldn’t even speak, how could this big snake suddenly blush?

Seeing Chu Feng turn her head slightly, revealing her blushing ears, Manzhi felt that she should say something to relieve the awkwardness of both of them. Carelessly, the truth slipped out:

“You look pretty like this.”

As soon as the words came out, Manzhi was startled by herself. Why did she seem to be flirting with Chu Feng? It felt like a cultivator flirting with a cold and aloof python in the cultivation world.

The python in front of her was dressed in a clean and cold white, the faint blush on her face had faded, and she looked at her with her green-gray eyes.

“…” Manzhi blinked.

“Sweet words.” Chu Feng snorted lightly, her voice a bit hoarse. Finally, she glanced at her and turned to walk into the hall first.

Manzhi rubbed her nose, cleared her throat, and quickly lifted the corners of her lips to follow.

Following the sense of magic, Manzhi headed towards the main hall—now the entire palace was ashes, and she didn’t know how many Yu Yi had killed. Only the main hall still had residual magic.

As she approached, before she could do anything, she heard screams of fear and pain coming from inside:

“Who are you, and how do you have the Phoenix Seal! You—are you the Demon Queen?”

“Please spare my life. I’m willing to surrender the Shadow Puppet Technique to you, to serve you—”

“When you were in the illusion formation, you shouldn’t have looked at her like that.”

Another low, female voice interrupted his screams. Her voice was not loud, but it harbored deep resentment and cruelty. When this sentence fell, the dust and ashes in the entire hall suddenly stirred, trembling like subjects hearing the voice of their king.

The voice of the demon cultivator abruptly stopped, and he couldn’t say another word afterwards.

Manzhi and Chu Feng exchanged a glance and walked to the front of the main hall door.

The light only shone on a small area in front of the door. Now, there were three or four piles of corpses lying there, barely recognizable as human shapes. Manzhi glanced over and recognized that one of them was a fusion, and the other was crossing the tribulation.

She looked up and saw Yu Yi slowly standing up on the dark throne in front of the door. The demon cultivator in front of her throne collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of ashes.

The person in front of the throne had flowing gray hair behind her, and the reddish-brown pupils were filled with endless darkness and gloominess. The aura of killing between her eyebrows had not dissipated, and when she looked up, it even made Manzhi’s heart skip a beat.

Apart from this demeanor, Manzhi also noticed that Yu Yi now looked ninety-nine percent like Song Pianxian. If Manzhi didn’t know her true identity, she would almost think that the killing god Song Pianxian was standing in front of her.

“Are you so eager for blood?” Manzhi steadied herself and joked, “If you go to see Song Pianxian like this, she might blame me for teaching her child to tear me apart.”

After she finished speaking, Yu Yi did not respond, but her momentum slightly converged. Her indifferent gaze swept over the ashes on the ground.

“He’s the last one, you can leave now.”

“Why are you in such a hurry? Don’t you want to ask about our situation?”

Yu Yi, who was already leaving, paused and turned around. “You didn’t say, I almost forgot—give me the Sumeru Stone.”

“What do you want the Sumeru Stone for?”

“Pianxian wants it.” After Yu Yi finished speaking, she remembered that she didn’t know if Song Pianxian was interested in the stone or the flower. “Do you still need the Snake Mouth Lotus?”

“…No need, it’s intact. Take it to please your puppet.” Manzhi rolled her eyes secretly, took out the items skillfully, and threw them into Yu Yi’s arms.

Yu Yi put away the Sumeru Stone and caught the Snake Mouth Lotus in her hand.

When her fingertips touched the Snake Mouth Lotus, the still and soft lotus petals gently unfolded, the movement extremely subtle. Yu Yi lowered her head and saw three tiny points of light floating above the black-purple lotus heart, just slightly larger than dust particles.

Manzhi and Chu Feng also noticed this. Manzhi was puzzled, “This is… an Easter egg?”

Wasn’t its role over? How come after half a day, there’s still a follow-up plot that can only be triggered by her biological daughter?

In the gaze of the three people, they floated and merged into the foreheads of the three.

They all closed their eyes at the same time, not moving for a long time.

Yu Yi searched her sea of consciousness and felt nothing. She opened her eyes, “Did you feel anything?”

Chu Feng then slowly opened her eyes, her face calm, “No.”

“If we’re not going to see Song Pianxian, let’s go.”

Instead, Manzhi said, “Wait, there’s one thing I forgot to tell you.”

Outside the Immortal Palace, everyone would stay here for three to five days to exchange the resources they obtained in the Immortal Palace.

Song Pianxian didn’t go to trade. She settled in a secluded small courtyard arranged by Qian Du. There was only one small courtyard on this mountain, extremely quiet, with a dense forest of purple bamboo, and no one dared to disturb her.

Outside the purple bamboo forest, there was a simple stone table and stone stool. On moonlit nights, the clear breeze brushed through the bamboo forest, rustling, and the demon rabbits living in the bamboo forest peeked out their heads, peeking at the woman on the stone stool, occasionally twitching their ears, extremely agile.

Song Pianxian smiled and waved at them.

The demon rabbits in the bamboo forest hadn’t seen people for many years, and they were very simple, not afraid of people. But with Song Pianxian’s cultivation, they were awed by her majesty. Relying on their survival instinct, even if they were restless inside, their legs were already weak with fear, and they didn’t dare to come over.

Song Pianxian looked at their cute appearance, and inexplicably thought of the little cat that always acted spoiled and silly towards her. The smile on her face faded slightly.

“Boom—”

But in the blink of an eye, the originally clear moonlight was blocked by strong winds and thick clouds. Thunder flashed in the sky, and dense black clouds covered more than half of the sky, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Someone was crossing the tribulation.

Song Pianxian sat quietly, watching the demon rabbits quickly run into the bamboo forest to hide. She sat under the rolling calamity clouds, drank a cup of ordinary strong wine, which was hot and spicy going down her throat, but tasted nothing else.

One cup after another, she drank for an hour until the moonlight returned to the cup.

The thunderclouds dissipated.

Song Pianxian stretched her brows, her eyes looking towards the direction of the small road below the mountain, but she didn’t expect that within the shadow she cast on the ground, a human figure slowly emerged. From behind her, two slender and firm arms hooked around her waist, pulling her into an embrace from behind, the posture intimate yet forceful, as if to imprison her and completely possess her.

Song Pianxian’s breath stopped, she lowered her gaze, her hands clasped around the arms on her waist, and suddenly there was a weight on her shoulder. Someone was breathing lightly in her ear, brushing against her cheek, the moist breath hitting her face:

“Big Sister is drinking.”

Song Pianxian’s face turned cold. She pressed the wine glass onto the table and turned her head away.

“Let go.”

“No.” Yu Yi’s voice was firm, and indeed, she didn’t let go as she said. When Yu Yi said she wouldn’t let go, Song Pianxian couldn’t pry her hands away from around her waist. She suddenly remembered that Yu Yi had just crossed the thunder tribulation, and now she should be in the Great Divine Being realm.

It was just a step away from ascension, which was top-notch and unique in the cultivation world.

The little girl she had been protecting and cherishing with all her heart in this world had now, in the blink of an eye, surpassed her in cultivation.

Song Pianxian couldn’t push her away, so she sat there with a cold expression, leaving Yu Yi hanging. The jade cup chilled her palms, while a sharp, spicy taste rolled in her throat.

“Big Sister.” Yu Yi called softly, her hair brushing against Song Pianxian’s shoulder. Song Pianxian turned aside, letting Yu Yi’s long hair fall weakly.

Yu Yi tightened her arms even more, her eyes moist, pleading softly:

“Big Sister, don’t be angry with me, okay?”

Song Pianxian still ignored her.

Yu Yi’s eyes rolled with restlessness, a moment of darkened gaze quickly hidden by her. She lowered her head, burying it in Song Pianxian’s neck. Yu Yi tried to control her strength, only lightly pecking, like a small animal licking water, leaving behind moist marks and faint red dots.

Yu Yi’s gaze went past Song Pianxian’s shoulder and landed on the hollow of her collarbone, where the moonlight gathered.

Looking down, one could even glimpse the three slightly spring-like grooves.

Yu Yi’s breath sank, licked her lips, because she hadn’t withdrawn yet, the tip of her tongue followed and touched Song Pianxian’s neck.

Song Pianxian didn’t avoid it. She wasn’t completely resistant to herself. Yu Yi’s anxiety eased slightly, as if comforted. Her fingertips fell on the red mole, exerting some force, slowly rubbing away the faint redness, the more she rubbed, the deeper it became.

As one emotion subsided, another desire spread. She quietly bit down on a strand of Song Pianxian’s hair, grinding it with her teeth, like a carp eating flowers, playing with it non-stop.

“Big Sister.” Yu Yi’s tongue hooked onto Song Pianxian’s green silk, and after a while, she reluctantly spit out, her tone extremely pitiful, “It’s my fault, I’m too afraid of you.”

“Afraid of me? I see you’re not afraid at all, acting recklessly. In the past, you dared to hide things from me like this, and now you treat me like this.” Song Pianxian turned around, her tone as cold as the frost of ages, showing no signs of softening.

Yu Yi had never heard Song Pianxian speak to herself in such a tone, cold and disappointed.

She became at a loss, loosening the tight grip she had held.

Song Pianxian’s anger subsided. This was more like it. She had been too indulgent with her, which had led to this temperament.

Song Pianxian felt a headache. Even Lin Qinglu, who was the most childish in the past few copies, was not as delicate as this one. This copy of Qinglu was too easy to trigger one’s protective instincts, and too delicate. Song Pianxian couldn’t help but wonder if she had seen Yu Yi as too fragile, overly protected her, spoiled her, and together, they had created today’s situation.

Just as Song Pianxian’s analysis of the situation began, it was interrupted by a very soft choking sound. She looked up to see Yu Yi’s eyes wide open, filled with a thin layer of water, unwilling to shed a tear.

She cried.

With her enchanting appearance, almost identical to Song Pianxian’s, when she felt wronged, she still seemed like the teenage girl she once was. Her eyes became more misty with tears, and with a slight frown, anyone would soften.

Song Pianxian sighed lightly.

Yu Yi said, “I’m afraid you despise demonic cultivators.”

Song Pianxian frowned, “When have I ever done that?”

After speaking, Song Pianxian saw the expression on Yu Yi’s face and suddenly understood.

Unlike her, Yu Yi was an outsider, with memories and values from before. Although Song Pianxian had accepted the worldview of this world and followed its customs, there were some concepts she had never considered, just as she didn’t think there was much difference between Daoist and demonic cultivators.

But Yu Yi was born a Daoist cultivator. She might not care about the distinction between good and evil, but those around her clearly divided the two. It was not uncommon for them to dislike demonic cultivators. It wasn’t surprising for her to have such thoughts.

She just wasn’t as lucky as herself to have the consciousness of her original self. She was like a blank piece of paper, rewritten with each iteration of the copy.

Song Pianxian pressed her brow. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Yu Yi hadn’t done anything wrong. She was just too sensitive and anxious, traits that had always been part of Qinglu. She had known and accepted this. Was it too harsh of her to blame Yu Yi for it?

“Big Sister, I really know I was wrong, and I won’t do it again.” Seeing Song Pianxian’s expression soften slightly, Yu Yi took advantage of the moment, quietly gripping Song Pianxian’s sleeve and speaking softly.

As she spoke, she hooked her fingertip from the red sleeve to Song Pianxian’s fair wrist, quite restless. She made small movements while observing Song Pianxian’s mood, as if she would stop immediately if she showed any displeasure, retreating to her original position.

Song Pianxian glanced at her little appearance, feeling both amused and annoyed.

This time, she didn’t evade, letting Yu Yi slide down her wrist and hold her hand.

Underneath the wide sleeve robe, that hand sneaked up Song Pianxian’s arm wrist, Song Pianxian had just drunk a lot of wine, her body was hot, but Yu Yi’s body temperature was cool, the collision made both of them show different expressions.

Half of Yu Yi’s body covered Song Pianxian’s, now that their body sizes were similar, it was appropriate for them to be close.

Yu Yi moved up Song Pianxian’s throat, biting her chin, her tongue teasing under her jaw. Song Pianxian slightly parted her lips, and Yu Yi smelled a bit of alcohol, not unpleasant, with a hint of bamboo fragrance.

Yu Yi felt like she had drunk alcohol, her whole body heating up.

Just then, Song Pianxian asked, “Where’s the little cat?”

Yu Yi stepped back slightly, pointing to her own dantian position with her hand. The dantian was located one and a half inches below the navel. Yu Yi’s slender fingers flickered there, hinting at ambiguity, but both of them understood.

Yu Yi’s eyes carried a hint of mischief, her lips with a hint of moisture curved:

“It’s here, Big Sister, do you want to see it?”

On the green tiles and white walls of the small courtyard, the bamboo shadows swayed.

The cultivators had sharp senses, and even though the bed was some distance from the red round window, Song Pianxian could hear the rustling bamboo, which was quite pleasant to the ears.

Feeling a bit sticky underneath, the pleasure fading, replaced by a strange laziness spreading from her abdomen, Song Pianxian was quite satisfied with this romantic encounter. She raised her hand to cast a purification spell to clean herself, but the person covering her stopped her movement, instead intertwining their fingers with hers.

Yu Yi intimately pressed her cheek against Song Pianxian’s, their two similar faces showing vastly different expressions.

Song Pianxian’s eyebrows and eyes were filled with mature charm, evident in every subtle movement she made, displaying perfect control.

Yu Yi, on the other hand, was lighter, coquettish like smoke, seizing every opportunity, yet ambitious and easily losing control. Compared to Song Pianxian, she was dangerously indulgent in her beauty.

At moments when Yu Yi didn’t conceal herself, a bewitching aura emanated from her, as she wrapped around and bit Song Pianxian’s long hair, tracing along the marks on her skin, licking slowly, her otherworldly demeanor unlike that of a human.

Song Pianxian’s hair was made from materials of magical devices, always a deep dark red color, now devoid of light, only sparse moonlight penetrated into the room, blocked by the canopy outside, making the dark red appear almost black.

This dark black streaked across Song Pianxian’s enchanting fair body, curving obediently, crossing the trembling fullness until it reached her flat abdomen, leaving behind delicate kiss marks.

Yu Yi was led to this point, her hair tips shyly hanging on the edge of the secluded valley, forming small curls. Yu Yi found it cute and couldn’t help but dote on it a little, causing the belly beneath the strands to contract slightly.

Yu Yi chuckled softly twice, her breath causing the pitiful and cute hair ends to tremble gently.

Even some flower juice trembled out, dripping at the root of the plump thighs.

“It’s not over yet.” Yu Yi raised her upper body, her exquisite curves fully exposed. She was unabashed, even displaying it to Song Pianxian, then she shook her wrist where the storage bracelet was still on.

The storage bracelet was as beautiful as a precious necklace, and Yu Yi was like a wild creature wearing a cute pet collar.

From her own collar, she took out a piece of milky white translucent Chengguang Jade. Chengguang Jade was a ground-level jade material, which Yu Yi often used for refining.

Chengguang Jade is extremely sensitive to temperature, and its color changes between milky white and transparent with temperature fluctuations. Yu Yi is very skilled at handling the material. With a thought, the originally rectangular jade was stripped of several layers and molded into a smooth shape resembling a pestle.

“What are you doing?” Song Pianxian lay on her side, propping up her head and asked Yu Yi, her tone puzzled.

Yu Yi’s gaze swept over her graceful curves due to her side lying, lingering on her slim waist for a moment before reluctantly moving downward.

She conveniently lay on the soft pillow beside Song Pianxian, her eyes meeting Song Pianxian’s directly, her nose rubbing against Song Pianxian’s, affectionate and eager, while her hand held the pestle, rubbing down from her waistline.

Song Pianxian suddenly understood.

“You…”

“Is it not allowed?” Yu Yi’s eyes were full of water, smilingly asking, but her hand didn’t leave any room for Song Pianxian to refuse.

With a gentle push of the milky-white pestle, it squeezed out a lot of spring water from the plumpness, with a few drops splashing onto Yu Yi’s fingers and more wrapping around the pestle.

The originally dry and moist pestle, after just a few moves in and out, was completely soaked, caught in a dilemma by the ripe and juicy flesh, unable to advance or retreat.

Yu Yi patted her tightly tensed waist and hips, almost commanding, “Don’t hold so tight.”

Song Pianxian kicked her legs for some unknown reason, causing the brocade quilt to ripple lightly. She glared at Yu Yi in embarrassment. Yu Yi wasn’t afraid of her at this moment, raised her eyebrows and smiled back.

Gurgle.

She ate it all up.

The thick and pungent juice flooded out, each time bringing out a bit, causing a pool of water to gather under the hips, if there were moonlight, it would surely shimmer with light. But at this moment, Yu Yi had no time to pay attention to this pool of spring water.

She leaned in to look closer, sure enough, the Chengguang Jade was almost transparent.

Yu Yi’s nose almost touched the pestle, completely fascinated by what she saw.

Both of them had spiritual senses, seeing Yu Yi in this state, and feeling her breath brushing past, Song Pianxian blushed all over. But when she wanted to retract her legs, she was stopped by Yu Yi’s hand.

Not only did she block, but she also did other tricks.

The pestle was still stuck outside. Yu Yi reached out and brushed it, and the originally round jade unexpectedly turned into a cluster of tiny flowers.

The petals were all transparent, clearly jade, but at this moment, they resembled crystal-clear ice flowers. Four or five small flowers gathered together to form a larger flower, crowded together, beautiful and cute. It trembled against Song Pianxian, tainted by the juice she emitted, as if it wanted to melt in Song Pianxian’s body temperature.

Yu Yi was obviously very satisfied with her masterpiece. She admired the flower blooming from Song Pianxian’s body.

The flower was too flourishing, leaving Yu Yi with no room to act. She had to control the pestle’s movements with her mind to extract deeper and denser juice from the flower.

The flower branches trembled, the Chengguang Jade flower delicate and pitiful, unable to withstand the frequent falling of spring water. Many petals fell off, turning back into milky white color, and jade fragments flew everywhere.

Some fell on the water under Song Pianxian, like pear blossoms in spring water. Some stuck to Song Pianxian’s thighs, making it difficult for Yu Yi to discern which was whiter and more transparent for a moment.

Yu Yi picked up a piece of jade petal with her fingertips and handed it to Song Pianxian, asking:

“Do you like it?”

Song Pianxian weakly glanced at her, exuding a lazy charm rarely seen.

Yu Yi, enchanted, lowered her head to kiss the jade petal.

Song Pianxian did not refuse, but as the kiss fell, their positions were instantly reversed.

Yu Yi couldn’t help but open her eyes to look at the Song Pianxian beneath her.

Song Pianxian still had her eyes closed, showing no difference. Her eyes were surrounded by a blush, a color she had caused herself. Yu Yi’s breath was hot, but it paused slightly, her eyes widening.

Underneath her, the Chengguang Jade flower quickly closed and returned to its original state, growing a finger’s length taller, looking almost identical to the half held by Song Pianxian—

Song Pianxian ended this kiss, slowly opening her eyes, her body sinking towards Yu Yi, her eyes squinting slightly, smiling:

“It’s time for my Yu Yi to taste it too.”

The taste pushed to the extreme.

The pestle that measured the distance between the two slowly, slowly, bit by bit disappeared, eaten clean, swallowed, into the belly.

Soft flesh moistened together, incredibly slippery.

Where the two spring waters converged, it became thicker and denser.

Like twin faces and figures, holding the same Chengguang pestle, almost showing the same expression.

Grinding, lightly giving, pulling in, retracting.

Gulping.

“Big Sister, are you still angry?”

After everything was over, Yu Yi nestled in the blanket, yawning slightly with half-open eyes, murmuring.

Song Pianxian tidied her hair for her, silently responding.

But Yu Yi said, “Can I be angry at Big Sister now?”

Song Pianxian was taken aback. Instead of denying it, she thought for a moment. “Did I do something wrong?”

Yu Yi shook her head and then nodded.

Song Pianxian had never done anything wrong; she just concealed something.

Yu Yi had always been petty, unable to accept even a hint of Song Pianxian’s concealment, even though those three people from the other worlds were also hers. She yearned for Song Pianxian’s past, wishing to uncover it all, but she knew how repulsive such behavior would be, so she tried hard to restrain her instincts—

Fortunately, Song Pianxian’s past was not in this world, beyond her reach; otherwise, Yu Yi worried she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

It seemed that there was nothing else that couldn’t be revealed in front of Song Pianxian now. Yu Yi rested her chin on the soft blanket, recounting her dreams.

“So, why do we keep meeting each other? Big Sister, why didn’t you mention them to me?” Yu Yi paused. “Also, Big Sister, did you already know about my existence in this world?”

Song Pianxian was momentarily unsure how to answer. Indeed, the presence of 09 had brought her a lot of influence, even allowing her to see 01 in reality. Her consciousness was recovering, but she hadn’t expected Qinglu to experience these things with her, seeing the earlier copies.

Yu Yi was still quietly waiting for her answer. Song Pianxian opened her mouth, first answering her last question:

“Yes, I knew you would appear here.” Because we came together, we are companions, partners, and even lovers.

She swallowed the latter half of the sentence. She still didn’t know if inputting the sub-consciousness related to the fast passage office in the small world would cause a series of uncontrollable changes.

When it came to matters related to Qinglu, she always handled them conservatively and dared not rush in.

“That’s great.”

Huh? Song Pianxian’s gaze returned to Yu Yi’s face.

In front of Song Pianxian, Yu Yi showed a genuinely happy smile:

“Big Sister, I really like you.”

She really liked this kind of Song Pianxian, who came to this world and had been accompanying her.

Yu Yi buried her head in Song Pianxian’s arms, affectionately rubbing against her.

At first, Song Pianxian felt warmth, but when she noticed Yu Yi couldn’t even keep her eyes open, tired like a little kitten, she found it adorable.

But then she realized something was wrong:

“Why are you so sleepy?”

This was the world of cultivation; cultivators didn’t get sleepy for no reason.

Yu Yi struggled to open her eyes, but before she could speak, she yawned again.

“Just now, after passing the heavenly tribulation, Manzhi passed the Phoenix Seal to me, saying that my cultivation level had increased, and she had a successor, so she wanted me to take over as the next Demon Queen.”

“After acknowledging her as my master, I was supposed to go into deep sleep to integrate with the Phoenix Seal, but when I thought about Big Sister waiting for me…”

As she spoke, Yu Yi nestled deeper into Song Pianxian’s embrace, mumbling the rest of her words, which were incomprehensible, like the murmurs of a small beast.

The Phoenix Seal? Song Pianxian hadn’t yet grasped what this development would lead to. She saw Yu Yi tilt her head and fall asleep completely.

Song Pianxian chuckled, simultaneously relieved, and covered Yu Yi, who was about to enter a deep sleep to merge with the artifact, with the blanket.

Her smile hadn’t yet disappeared from her face when it abruptly froze. Her gaze shifted suddenly to the window, fixing to it firmly.

The clouds halted, the wind ceased, bamboo shadows solidified, and the moonlight became desolately cold. The entire world seemed to have been paused.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Song Pianxian felt the air around her grow heavier.

Under the moon stood a desolate and tall figure. Song Pianxian took a deep breath.

She never expected the visitor to be her. Or rather, when she sensed 01’s presence outside the window and saw the visitor with her divine sense, she still couldn’t confirm it. She had to come out and see for herself to be sure.

“Chu Feng.”

After calling out, Song Pianxian’s gaze remained calm, even firm, and she even flashed her usual smile.

“Or do you still prefer to be called 01?”

01’s long eyebrows seemed to be tinged with the cold moonlight. She spoke indifferently, displaying an even more indifferent expression through Chu Feng’s body.

“You don’t need to confuse me with the inhabitants of this world. Although they and Manzhi were created with anchors from the Quick Transmigration Bureau, they have no further connection to it other than being in a ‘in use’ state occasionally.”

This statement provided too much information. Words like “anchors” and “in use” flashed through Song Pianxian’s mind, confirming:

“They’re like Yu Yi, they don’t remember anything about the Quick Transmigration Bureau, it just occasionally ‘uses’ their bodies.”

01 nodded, her explanation concise as usual:

“You can understand them as instruments implanted with a ‘virus’ from the Quick Transmigration Bureau during construction. We only need to implant the operating conditions of the Quick Transmigration Bureau when necessary, activate the ‘virus’, and control the instrument itself.”

“It’s the broken tablet?”

“Yes.”

Song Pianxian understood. The Quick Transmigration Bureau aura she sensed on the broken tablet turned out to be the so-called operating conditions.

Thinking of Manzhi, who had given the Phoenix Seal to Yu Yi after obtaining the broken tablet, without waiting for her to ask, 01 continued:

“Similarly, what was activated on Manzhi was 09.”

Song Pianxian’s gaze fixed on 01, her tone calm:

“What is your purpose?”

01 leaned in, and Song Pianxian glimpsed a cruel light in her eyes.

“To issue your final task. Your mission is—”

“To kill the Demon Queen, tonight.”

“After completing this task, I will wait for you at the Quick Transmigration Bureau.”

When Yu Yi woke up, the night was almost over, and the sky was faintly bright with misty light.

Song Pianxian was not by her side. Yu Yi put on her long robe and followed her divine sense. She had slept extremely well tonight, feeling lazy all over.

She had something to tell Song Pianxian—a surprise brought to her by a speck of light attached to the Lotus of Snake’s Mouth.

Yu Yi found Song Pianxian near the golden bamboo forest.

Passing by a cluster of white wildflowers, she gently avoided them to prevent knocking off the glistening morning dew. She approached Song Pianxian and said:

“Big Sister, I dreamed of my parents.”

Song Pianxian glanced at her, seeming to see something she couldn’t understand in her eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and she said:

“Oh?”

Yu Yi put aside the earlier anomaly and smiled:

“In the dream, my mother told me that she and my father went to another world to live happily.”

Finally, Yu Yi understood her dream. In the midst of the raging sea, her mother’s final words to her were—

“Don’t be sad, live well.”

Now she believed what Chu Feng meant by “Qiong Ling said she would die.” Her parents hadn’t truly died; they had just left the world she was in.

Yu Yi told all of this to Song Pianxian, who smiled gently, her face unusually soft in the gentle morning light:

“In this case, you can also let go.”

This kind of Song Pianxian made Yu Yi unable to look away, but she sensed something and restrained her overflowing joy, asking:

“Big Sister, are you not happy?”

Without answering, Song Pianxian leaned over and gently touched Yu Yi’s cheek.

Her palm was slightly cool, and Yu Yi blinked and looked at Song Pianxian without blinking.

Song Pianxian was still so gentle, naturally carrying an indelible tenderness, especially when murmuring softly. Anything she said sounded like a love confession:

“Yu Yi, would you… be willing to die by my hand?”

She asked herself in a tone of confession.

The sound of wind brushed past her ears, lifting Yu Yi’s hair.

After a moment of stunned confusion, she nodded without hesitation:

“Willing.” Yu Yi smiled, her hand pressing on the back of Song Pianxian’s hand, her eyes sparkling. “With Big Sister accompanying me, why wouldn’t I be willing?”

At this moment, pressing the pause button, there was no need to worry about future waves, concealment, or experiencing life, death, illness, and parting. Just the thought alone made her feel happy.

To die by Song Pianxian’s hand, to belong entirely to her.

And as Song Pianxian’s substitute puppet, her breath would cease simultaneously with her death, unable to live independently even for a moment.

She couldn’t wish for anything more.

Song Pianxian looked at Yu Yi’s bright eyes and genuine smile, momentarily unable to speak.

After Chu Feng left, leaving behind the final task, Song Pianxian sat here quietly for an hour, weighing the consequences and developments of the failed mission, debating whether to inform Qinglu…

But she had never expected that, faced with this question, Yu Yi readily agreed, even willingly.

“When will Big Sister kill me?” Yu Yi stood in front of her, eagerly asking.

Detecting a hint of urgency, Song Pianxian couldn’t help but wonder if she was overthinking or if this little one had truly been corrupted by her.

But… she glanced at the impending dawn, realizing that there was no time to waste. Setting aside her concerns for Yu Yi, Song Pianxian quickly made up her mind. She solemnly said:

“You wanted to know where I come from, right? I can tell you now. I come from an organization called the Quick Transmigration Bureau, and you are also a member of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.”

Before Chu Feng left, Song Pianxian had asked if she could tell Yu Yi about the existence of the Quick Transmigration Bureau. After some hesitation, Chu Feng agreed. Finally, Song Pianxian could be honest with Yu Yi about her origin and everything else.

“We are comrades, and also lovers.”

Song Pianxian told Yu Yi about the existence of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, her own identity, and the loss of memory. Finally, she said:

“Although I have no memory, after you dismantled System 09, I remembered what 01 looks like in reality. This is a plan, even a conspiracy.”

Yu Yi, overwhelmed by so much unexpected information, slowly asked:

“So… I actually come from somewhere else?”

“Yes, you are also a member of the Quick Transmigration Bureau,” Song Pianxian said. “Although we have different ways of completing missions, we are not part of the system, and the so-called ‘new humans’ are just a facade. I speculate… our true identities should be similar.”

Song Pianxian gently touched Yu Yi’s head and said in a deep voice:

“We are both players in this game.”

“So… how do we break free from the game?”

Looking at Yu Yi tugging at her clothes, Song Pianxian hugged her gently, feeling infinite tenderness in her heart. It was for Qinglu and for Yu Yi.

For Qinglu, it was because Song Pianxian could still maintain her consciousness, using a clear mind to complete tasks one by one, while Qinglu was treated as a blank canvas, with the world created by the Quick Transmigration Bureau portrayed as desired, although able to preserve her own personality, she couldn’t avoid experiencing the ups and downs of life.

For Yu Yi, it was because she was about to kill her.

Song Pianxian kissed her hair gently, her tone lighter than the morning mist:

“01 said that after I successfully complete the mission and return to the Quick Transmigration Bureau, she will meet me, and we will be one step closer to the truth.”

“And what you have to do…” Song Pianxian stopped there, unable to continue.

Yu Yi helped her continue, “What I have to do is to be killed by Big Sister.”

“It’s okay, Big Sister.” Yu Yi comforted her instead, “Whatever you do to me, I’m willing.”

Yu Yi broke free from her embrace, personally picked up the Seven Star Dual Phoenix Blade that Song Pianxian had abandoned aside, handed it to Song Pianxian’s hand, and smiled at her.

The faint light of dawn.

Song Pianxian finally kissed Yu Yi’s forehead.

Snap.

As night turned into day, a red bead splashed onto the white wildflowers.

The wind brushed through the purple golden bamboo forest, casting shadows on the two silent figures, their black and red robes intertwined.

The sky was filled with shades of pink, orange, and gold, as they leaned against each other, sitting amidst the sea of red, illuminated by the radiant morning sun.

Song Pianxian woke up from the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw 09, but she temporarily didn’t have the strength to talk to 09.

The sensation of the blade piercing Yu Yi’s body still lingered in Song Pianxian’s palm, making her hand tremble.

09 leaned over her bed, as if knowing what had happened, not daring to act cute or coquettish, quietly reporting the results of the mission:

“Your mission was successfully completed, with an S-level completion rate.”

“Also… the query results previously submitted to the Data Department are out now, and I’m here to report to you.”

“The worlds where Task Member ‘Jian Yixin’ appeared are only the three you experienced after losing your memory, including the fourth high-force value world currently in progress.”

Upon hearing this, Song Pianxian finally looked up at 09.

09 felt suffocated under her gaze, her eyes almost welled up with tears.

Why is she so scaryyyyy.

Just when she was about to cry out of fear, she saw her host enunciate each word:

“Query task member, Song Pianxian.”

As Song Pianxian uttered these words, 09 seemed like a string of disrupted data flow, flickering unstably for a few moments, and suddenly disappeared before her eyes.

Song Pianxian took a deep breath. What did this mean? It seemed she didn’t need to wait for that long querying process; the abnormality now was the most concise and clear answer.

She got off the bed, stood up, straightened her sleeves, and was about to go find 01. Although Song Pianxian didn’t know the exact location of 01, she didn’t want to wait in place.

Fortunately, just as she was about to open the door, 01 appeared beside her.

This was the first time Song Pianxian saw 01 in the form of a system, which was different from the 01 she had seen before, but rather similar in appearance to 09.

01 said indifferently, “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.”

Getting straight to the point, Song Pianxian pointed to herself, “I am Song Pianxian.”

01 fell silent for a moment before simply replying, “Yes.”

“I’ve seen your image in the small world, and I guess we’ve met in reality,” Song Pianxian said calmly, pressing on without showing any signs of pressure, “Not in the Quick Transmigration Bureau, but in the real world.”

“The construction here is quite impressive – I should say, this virtual world, and even here might be a game, and we are all players – I don’t have much contact with the Ninth Art, I don’t understand much about it, this is my speculation, what do you think?”

01 remained calm and composed, showing no signs of being pressured, and replied rigorously:

“Some errors and omissions, but still relatively close.”

“Errors and omissions.” Song Pianxian pondered over these two words, her gaze returning to 01, and she smiled gently. “You’re not a player, you’re the creator of this game.”

Finally, 01 showed a different expression: “Why do you say that?”

“When you gave me the final task.”

With that, Song Pianxian’s gaze turned cold. She thought of her lover, whom she had killed with her own hands, which was obviously not something to be happy about. Even if Yu Yi seemed indifferent or even pleased, for Song Pianxian, it was still proof that she had not protected Yu Yi as she should have.

She had a strong protective instinct towards her own people, and now she wanted to protect Qinglu, whichever Qinglu it was.

Qinglu was still waiting for her, waiting for her to lead her out of the vast whirlpool of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

Thinking of this, Song Pianxian’s words became more powerful:

“You are indifferent, even cold-blooded, never showing any other emotions towards me, only talking freely about constructing ‘viruses’ in the bodies of the residents of the copy and triggering operations.”

“That’s a creator’s pride and an involuntary display of their achievements. You’ve been caught red-handed.”

01 suddenly realized, looking deeply at Song Pianxian:

“Your reasoning is excellent, but perhaps there’s one thing that’s not clear – the game is mine, but it wasn’t me who brought you into the game.”

01 breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s really exhausting to face you. Just as she said, you should not be underestimated.”

Song Pianxian clenched her fists, as if her hands were still stained with her lover’s blood. Leaning forward, she asked the one question she wanted to know the most:

“Who is she?”

If not 01, then who? Hidden behind the vast deception of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, the system, who forced her to personally kill Qinglu?

For the first time, a faint smile crossed 01’s eyes, as if anticipating a good show to come to fruition, she didn’t hesitate to spit out that name –

“She is Qinglu.”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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