Kunlun Ruins was Ruoruo's fiefdom.

But Ruoruo was completely unfamiliar with this place.

Jiang Shui Rong and the goddess Yu Hua took Ruo Ruo several days to gradually familiarize themselves with their fiefdom.

During this time, Yuebai and Rongqing had to go into seclusion because of the matter of inheritance, and Jiang Shuirong took care of Ruoruo and Mo Jinyan.

Ruoruo took a big bite of the stewed meat that Jiang Shuirong had made, her cheeks puffed out, and her face showed an expression of pure happiness: "Auntie's cooking is so delicious."

Even Mo Jinyan, who had long practiced abstaining from grains, was attracted by her cooking skills and praised her food highly.

Jiang Shuirong said with a smile, "I'm glad that Your Highnesses like them. These recipes were all taught to me by Qingran. Didn't Qingran cook for you after she woke up?"

Ruoruo sighed, "Mom is too busy and doesn't have time to cook for us."

“That’s true. After all, she’s grown up in the vast Immortal Realm, so she should be busy. It’s alright, Auntie will make whatever you want to eat,” Jiang Shuirong said considerately.

Ruoruo smiled, her bright, watery eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "Thank you, Auntie. I'll be going into seclusion starting tomorrow, so you don't need to work so hard."

Although she planned to slip away after arriving at Kunlun Ruins, it would have to be after her seclusion ended.

As the ruler of Kunlun Ruins, she must completely control Kunlun Ruins.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Jiang Shuirong's face: "Oh, is that so? Then Auntie will prepare delicious food for you when you come out of seclusion. I've been lonely in Kunlun Ruins for so many years, and I was a little too happy to see you. I'm afraid I've delayed your cultivation."

"No way!" Ruoruo toddled over to Jiang Shuirong and gave her a big hug. "I really like Auntie. I'll play with Auntie again when I'm done with my seclusion."

"Then it's a deal." Jiang Shuirong's smile was very gentle.

After calming Jiang Shui Rong down, Ruo Ruo stepped into the center of the array that the Goddess Yu Hua had set up for her and began to cultivate diligently.

Mo Jinyan couldn't go in this time, and he couldn't help but doze off again after leaving Ruoruo.

The High Goddess Yuhua was busy protecting Ruoruo, and she was also somewhat overwhelmed with taking care of Mo Jinyan.

"Please take good care of the young prince, Your Highness. The Third Prince is quiet and sleepy, so I will look after him," Jiang Shuirong said considerately.

The goddess Yu Hua breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Very well, I'll trouble Fairy Shui Rong over there."

"It's alright, it's what I should do. After all, he is the child of the Emperor and Qingran, so he is my child too." Jiang Shuirong carefully placed Mo Jinyan into the soft cushions and the basket of flowers on the bed.

The fluffy little chubby bird looks like a creamy yellow glutinous rice ball, nestled obediently in the center of the soft cushion, its little belly rising and falling slightly with its breath, so soft and cute.

Jiang Shuirong reached out and gently touched him, then covered him with a small blanket.

Seeing how much she liked Mo Jinyan, the goddess Yu Hua felt even more at ease.

With a smile, Jiang Shuirong led Mo Jinyan back to her room, lit an incense stick and placed it next to the flower basket, then reclined on the chaise lounge by the window to read a book.

About an hour later, Mo Jinyan's breathing gradually weakened. Jiang Shuirong extinguished the incense, pulled out a jade needle that glowed with blue light, and stabbed it into Mo Jinyan's neck.

"Is Immortal Shui Rong here?" At this moment, Rong Qing's voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Shuirong paused slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately put away the jade needles and opened the door with a gentle expression.

"The two junior cultivators have finally emerged from seclusion, but unfortunately, His Highness has just gone into seclusion," Jiang Shuirong said regretfully.

She didn't leave seclusion earlier or later, but she did just happen to leave when she was about to obtain the Phoenix's True Blood. It was really unfortunate.

Jiang Shuirong's eyes flickered slightly, and her smile became even gentler: "You two young cultivators have worked so hard these past few days. I'll personally cook some spiritual food for you. After you've eaten, please take a good rest for a few days."

Yuebai hugged the umbrella in her arms tightly and gently shook her head: "I will abstain from grains, I will not eat, I will stay by the side of the Third Prince."

He felt a vague sense of unease, and his intuition told him to stick close to the Third Prince.

Jiang Shuirong's smile remained unchanged as she politely invited them into the house.

Seeing that Mo Jinyan's breathing was steady and deep, and that he was sound asleep without any abnormal reaction, Yue Bai was slightly relieved.

He sat down on the chair without saying a word, holding his umbrella, and continued his cultivation while keeping an eye on Gu Mojinyan.

If we could communicate with Kunlun, I wonder how long it has been in seclusion.

She felt as if she had fallen asleep as soon as she entered a meditative state, as if she had slept for a long time, and her memories began to become somewhat blurry.

Without realizing it, she transformed into her beast form, her vision filled with a white, misty fog.

The kitten was a little scared, so it pushed through the fog and kept walking forward. When it finally stepped out of the fog, it saw a tiny, tender sprout standing trembling on the top of a barren mountain.

The two round, tender buds felt incredibly familiar to the kitten. She stretched out her pink paw and gently touched the buds, and a wave of joy instantly washed over her from under her paw.

Two slender vines sprouted from beneath the tender shoot, gently grasping the kitten's head and chin.

The kitten couldn't help but purr contentedly.

The next moment, a hurricane struck, and the tender sprout swayed precariously in the hurricane.

The kitten got anxious and curled up into a ball, protecting the tender sprout from the wind and rain.

She felt neither fatigue nor hunger, and simply held the tender sprout in her arms, watching it grow day by day.

The surrounding environment has gradually transformed from a barren wasteland into a lush, verdant landscape.

Spring brings lush grass and soaring birds; summer offers shady trees; autumn yields abundant harvests; and winter freezes the land solid.

As the seasons cycled, the kitten watched the leaves turn green and then yellow, then wither and die, falling back to the roots to nourish the tree, and then new leaves would grow.

In the blink of an eye, a new season has arrived, and what flickers in my eyes is the cycle of life and death.

The tender bud she was protecting grew bigger and bigger, and gradually she could no longer hold it in her arms.

This can no longer be considered a tiny sprout; it has grown into a tree, even actively extending its branches to shelter the kitten from the wind and rain, picking fruit and placing it beside the kitten, and stretching out its vines to build a beautiful swing for the kitten.

When a kitten's paws itch, it can even extend its claws onto the main pole to sharpen them.

Many years have passed, and the little kitten has grown into a big cat.

She continues to guard this tree.

The tree had grown so big that its branches had spread to a place where the big cat couldn't see it at all.

Gradually, people, beasts, and plants of all kinds, dressed in different clothes and exuding different auras, came to the big tree along its branches.

They worshipped the big tree and the big cat, and brought countless gifts for them.

The big cat heard that they called themselves the Six Clans, the tree Jianmu, and her the Venerable One.