Xia Yiqian blinked twice at Kong Yanqing, but did not force him to become an immortal and ascend to heaven.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. It's fine as long as you like it."

Kong Yanqing smiled and didn't bring up the topic again. Instead, he asked casually, "Today, the god said that even if you gather faith, you may not be able to become an adult.

Have you ever considered that this is a real possibility?"

Xia Yiqian paused for a moment, then returned to her previous pace and walked slowly forward.

"But what else can I do besides cultivating and becoming a human?"

Kong Yanqing stopped and looked at Xia Yiqian with a frown.

"Now that you've woken up again, haven't you ever thought about living the life you want?

Just for your own happiness, not for others, just for yourself."

Living without a goal in life is a terrifying thing. Even people on Xianyu have the goal of living a good life. But from what Xia Yiqian said, it seems that she really has no other goals besides becoming an adult.

When Xia Yiqian saw him stop, she stopped too and turned to look at Kong Yanqing seriously.

Seeing that the two had something private to say, the others walked away.

Xia Yiqian's voice was calm, yet it carried a subtle sadness that was hard to detect: "The happiest time in my life was when I was in the palace.

Back then, I wasn't a zombie yet. My father, the emperor, and my mother, the empress, were still alive, and they doted on me immensely. My younger brother, though younger than me, was sensible and obedient, always yielding to my elder sister. My fiancé was the legitimate son of a duke, the youngest and most promising general at the time. He was highly regarded by my father, a childhood sweetheart of mine, and he treated me with the utmost kindness.

But then, demonic cultivators invaded. My parents were away from the palace, and my fiancée escorted my brother and me all the way. He died protecting us, leaving us a chance to escape. I became a zombie, and when I woke up, everything had changed.

My parents and younger brother have passed away long ago, and there is no one in this world who can bind me to anyone.

The lifespan of zombies is too long, so long that I can't even get interested in anything else.

If the old Taoist priest at Qingyun Temple had not told me after I woke up that my parents had given me half of the nation's veins in the hope that I would wake up soon and become a human being to live with them, I would have probably found a mountain forest and lived the most ordinary life, or even gone into deep sleep underground.

If one day I meet a particularly powerful Taoist priest who digs me out from under the ground, perhaps that day will be the day my life ends."

Facing Kong Yanqing, whose expression was becoming increasingly solemn, Xia Yiqian's tone became more serious, like a child sincerely asking, "If I don't cultivate to become a human, what else can I do?"

Xia Yiqian's expression was so serious that Kong Yanqing opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, let alone how to bring up the topic.

Finally, he calmed down a bit and said dryly, "I originally thought you wanted to cultivate into a human being because the world was unfair to you, and you wanted to become a human being to gain fairness."

Xia Yiqian nodded, "Indeed, it's because of this. After all, I am the lifeline of the country and have become the love of the people of the entire dynasty. If I just go with the flow, I will be too sorry for them.

Even a zombie should have a purpose in life."

To use the words from current TV dramas, she is the hope of the people of their country, and it is a bit too much for her to give up.

Kong Yanqing: ...

Xia Yiqian turned her head and smiled at him, "And no matter what the reason, faith and merit are both good things.

It would be best if you could cultivate to become a human being, but if you cannot, there is no loss either.

Rather than not being able to cultivate and become a human being, I would rather believe that it is possible.

If you really can’t cultivate into a human…”

Xia Yiqian's voice paused slightly, and her eyes became a little distant and cold.

“Then I will go dig up the ancestral tombs of Qingyun Temple.

They've deceived me for thousands of years. If I don't dig up their ancestral graves, the ancestors of Qingyun Temple will not be able to rest in peace. I will be sorry for the thousands of years I have spent foolishly focusing on collecting faith."

Kong Yanqing: ...

Kong Yanqing looked at Xia Yiqian with an increasingly indescribable look in his eyes. It seemed that this guy just had nothing to do and just picked a goal in life, hoping to make a comeback and fulfill the wishes of his parents and brother.

This is not a revenge script of a person who has suffered a lot and has a deep hatred, or a lucky fish who has endured hardships and cultivated himself into a spirit and leaped over the dragon gate!

He just felt that something was wrong before, but he was not sure what was wrong. Now he really didn't know how to persuade her.

"As long as you... are happy?"

Xia Yiqian curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes lit up, and she said very obediently, "It's very simple to make me happy.

If you take me out for ice cream hot pot right now, I will be happy immediately."

Kong Yanqing: ...You have already cultivated into a Qilin, you really don’t care about face at all!

Twenty minutes later, an ordinary ice cream and hot pot shop was filled with burly men wearing slim black suits, sunglasses, and earphones in their ears.

By the bright window, three men in neat suits, an old man in a blue Taoist robe with a bell on his waist, and a pretty girl in a floral dress sat around a table, looking at the big bowl of ice cream brought by the waiter with different expressions.