Liao Kongmin wept uncontrollably, his heart breaking. Seeing his great-grandson so grief-stricken and helpless, the old man Liao's last hope was extinguished. Unable to bear the loss of Liao Yu, the old man's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Ji Xiaoxiao swiftly helped Grandpa Liao up. The old man was as light as a feather, his grief affecting his body. Ji Xiaoxiao gave Grandpa Wu a meaningful look. Grandpa Wu understood Ji Xiaoxiao's meaning, and with a gentle flick of his sleeve, Liao Kongmin fainted.

"Hopefully the base isn't safe, and Shen Yun will find it sooner or later."

Ji Xiaoxiao carried Grandpa Liao on her back and walked to Grandpa Wu's side.

Grandpa Fog, quick-witted and resourceful, took out a rare flying artifact and carried everyone away from Hope Base. Guided by Ji Xiaoxiao, Grandpa Fog stopped in a small mountain village not far from Hope Base.

As soon as the flying artifact landed, the city guards protecting the materials grabbed their weapons and stood ready.

"Don't be nervous, it's me." Ji Xiaoxiao slowly stepped down from the flying artifact.

"Sister He, you're back! Are you alright? Where's Commander Liao?"

Faced with the questions posed by the young city garrison commander, Ji Xiaoxiao had nothing to say.

...

The news of Liao Yu's murder by the Shen family spread like wildfire, and in no time, the city guards were all weeping and their cries were deafening.

The crying woke up Grandpa Liao and startled Liao Kongmin; the old man and the young man were overcome with grief.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. You may have cried, suffered, and cursed, but life still goes on as usual.

Three days later, Old Master Liao passed away in immense grief over the loss of his grandson, his eyes wide open in death. Within a few short days, young Liao Kongmin lost two of his dearest loved ones; the pain was unimaginable. But Liao Kongmin couldn't bear this blow, sinking into uncontrollable grief; his life was over. If he could overcome this, he would still have a chance to avenge his enemies.

Ji Xiaoxiao did not try to comfort Liao Kongmin, but simply stayed by his side at all times.

After being distraught for a while, Liao Kongmin made the biggest and most important decision of his life—he would follow Grandpa Wu to cultivate immortality and seek the Dao.

"Why?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked calmly.

"I want to avenge my parents, seek justice for my great-grandfather, and wipe away the shame. My Liao family is the rightful owner of Hope Base, not those cats and dogs from the Shen family. But to do all this, I need power, unparalleled power. So I will follow Grandpa Wu to cultivate immortality and seek the Dao, to master the ability to change fate."

Liao Kongmin's small body trembled with hatred, and his once bright eyes gleamed with a faint blood-red light; his mind was made up.

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't stop Liao Kongmin, but said, "Your Grandpa Wu is powerful and undeniable, but it's also true that his life is hanging by a thread. Because the Heavenly Dao is enraged, the spiritual energy is impure, and violent elements are everywhere. If a cultivator absorbs enough spiritual energy and accumulates enough violent elements, he will either explode from uncontrollable spiritual power or become a mindless demon who only knows how to kill, and be slain by the Heavenly Dao. Xiaobao, once you embark on the path of cultivation, your destiny will no longer have countless possibilities, but will be certain death. Even so, are you still willing to follow your Grandpa Wu in cultivating the Dao?"

Tearing away the surface disguise and revealing the bloody interior, perhaps because what Ji Xiaoxiao said was too shocking, Liao Kongmin hugged Ji Xiaoxiao's waist tightly.

"Sister, will you leave me?"

Ji Xiaoxiao gently rubbed Liao Kongmin's head. "With my abilities, I should be able to live for another hundred years. Little Bao, I'll stay with you for another hundred years. Are you satisfied?"

Once you cultivate the "White Lotus Sacred Technique" to the highest level, you can live to be over a hundred years old, with an ageless appearance and a strong and vigorous body. Taking on five strong men single-handedly is a piece of cake!

"That's good." Liao Kongmin breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiaoxiao curled her lips into a smile and whispered, "So, what's your decision?"

We've been arguing about things for so long, it's time to address the issues directly.

Liao Kongmin released his grip, stood straight in front of Ji Xiaoxiao, raised his head majestically, and his bright eyes were full of joy.

"Yes, Xiao Bao wants to cultivate with Grandpa Wu." After a pause, Liao Kongmin clenched his fist and said loudly, "Grandpa Wu said that cultivating immortality is going against the heavens. Since it is like this, Xiao Bao not only wants to cultivate with Grandpa Wu, but also wants to defy the heavens and change his fate. The heavens are furious, the spiritual energy is impure, and the violent elements are harming cultivators. Xiao Bao wants to defy the heavens and fate, and attain immortality."

"Good ambition." Ji Xiaoxiao patted Liao Kongmin's shoulder heavily, not for his lofty aspirations, but to encourage the child's progress in literary skills.

Liao Kongmin told Grandpa Wu about his idea. Grandpa Wu remained silent for a day. The next morning, he took Liao Kongmin's hand and called out, "Liao Kongmin, cultivate immortality!"

The old man and the young girl were busy cultivating. Ji Xiaoxiao was not idle either; she began directing the city guards to find a new base location and rebuild it. With ample land, manpower, and abundant resources, the Blue Sky Base had grown to a considerable size within a year.

The Blue Sky Base had just been built, and there were many things to do, keeping Ji Xiaoxiao extremely busy. It wasn't until four years later, when the Blue Sky Base had stabilized and all positions were filled, that Ji Xiaoxiao could finally catch her breath. Five years have passed, and everything is almost settled.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Xiaoxiao rushed back to her residence from her office. Liao Kongmin and Grandpa Wu were meditating in the courtyard. Ji Xiaoxiao did not disturb them and turned to go into the house.

Three hours later, Ji Xiaoxiao stood at the door with a stern face, looking like a statue waiting for her husband.

"Grandpa Fog, Xiao Bao, would you like to come and have some soup?"

Immovable, like a sculpture.

Ji Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "I cooked it myself!"

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