In order to obtain the legendary Demon Lotus, An Zhengzheng worked tirelessly for three days and three nights without rest in the pond behind the pond.

The entire pond was overflowing with demonic energy, and even the slightest touch would cause excruciating pain.

An Zhengzheng was under intense pressure, brandishing her sword as she fought against the molting lotus in the pond, which attacked her with lotus seeds and petals from time to time.

At first, Wen Yu would bring a small stool and watch her fight while eating, but after he got tired of watching, he went back to his room.

On the fourth day, the legendary Demon Lord Xiao Junyan couldn't resist coming over.

“Father…” Wen Yu’s hands, which were fiddling with the medicinal herbs, immediately stopped.

Xiao Junyan was dressed in white, with a cold stone shaped like a frying pan tied to his robes, making him look like a hermit, completely out of place in the Demon Palace.

He looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, yet he was a demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

As soon as he came in, he asked, "That little boy in the backyard...aren't you going to do anything about him?"

It's been three days and three nights, and he still hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep.

A few days ago, he thought that his mentally unstable daughter had a friend she could talk to, and that he could just bear with it and it would pass.

Who would have thought they could fight for three days and three nights?

Which girl in the Qi Refining stage could fight a lotus flower for three days and three nights without stopping until the middle of the night?

If he hadn't just survived his tribulation and hadn't been exorcising that evil entity called the system from his daughter, his mental state wouldn't be in such a bad state; he simply couldn't bear it any longer.

"Let her be. If she can get it, that's her skill," Wen Yu said. "That's what Master Qingxu said. He told me not to interfere."

In truth, it was something the demons could easily obtain with a flick of their wrist. But since Master Qingxu was determined to train An Zhengzheng, what could she say?

After all, she needs the medicine developed by Master Qingxu every month to maintain her health.

Xiao Junyan understood this principle, pursed his lips for a long time, and finally said dejectedly, "Never mind."

Wen Yu shrugged defiantly.

Xiao Junyan then asked her, "You haven't taken a fancy to any male cultivators in the cultivation world, have you?"

Wen Yu raised her eyes with a wistful expression, her tone also filled with resentment: "Father, you ask this question every year, don't you get tired of it?"

Do you ask this every year?

Xiao Junyan touched his nose. He had lived for so many years that he often forgot some of the smallest details.

His tone softened: "I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

“If it were the cultivation world a thousand years ago, it would be fine, but the current cultivation world is really obsessed. I have to think more about it for you.”

Originally, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth operated with female Yin and male Yang, but male cultivators actually suppressed female cultivators. In order to elevate the status of men, they even dared to slander Nuwa.

Even he, the Demon Lord, knew that Nuwa created the world and was the creator goddess.

It's ridiculous that people insisted on making Fuxi Nuwa's brother, and later even claimed they were husband and wife. This was even recorded in folk documents.

Humans are even more insane than the demons. The demons only recognize strength and weakness, and everything from battles to contracts is laid bare. They never do such despicable things that distort the truth.

Those were all done by beasts; most of them were shameless demons who were not worthy of being mentioned in public.

Wen Yu: "But Father, if I were to find a male cultivator from a thousand years ago, they would all be too old!"

“…Then I won’t look for anyone. What’s wrong with being alone for the rest of my life?” Xiao Junyan said this sincerely. “It’s just that you are a human being, and it’s really easy for you to be tempted by worldly desires.”

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned!

With a loud bang, the sounds of the attack in the backyard vanished without a trace.

An Zhengzheng fought for three days and three nights, looking disheveled. Even using a cleansing spell couldn't repair the torn clothes and wounds on her body.

She came in from the backyard and saw the father and daughter sitting face to face, having a conversation.

She didn't know who the man in white was, so she didn't speak rashly.

"You picked it?" Wen Yu asked, puzzled, seeing that she already held the Demon-Transforming Lotus in her hand. "Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

An Zhengzheng showed her the talisman paper that had been pasted on it.

This is for suppressing demonic energy; it's the same type as the one on the pass token.

Wen Yu said, "It is intelligence."

She then introduced him to An Zhengzheng: "This is my father."

It really was him!

An Zhengzheng bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Demon Lord..."

Since the Demon Realm and the Seven Great Sects signed the agreement, they have basically not interfered with each other, nor can they be said to be hostile.

Xiao Junyan nodded slightly. Wen Yu rarely showed such closeness to people. Out of concern for his daughter, he asked An Zhengzheng, "What do you need this Demon-Transforming Lotus for?"

An Zhengzheng answered truthfully: "Take it home and sever ties with my father."

Xiao Junyan paused and silently glanced at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu wanted to laugh but dared not.

"Then I'll take you back."

Xiao Junyan was afraid that if Wen Yu spent too much time with this little girl, she might develop some strange ideas.

An Zhengzheng was surprised by the Demon Lord's kindness, but she was still a little nervous about traveling with him.

So he declined, saying, "There's no need to trouble you..."

Wen Yu laughed from the side: "No, he's best at taking people home."

"An Mansion, right?" Xiao Junyan already knew about An Zhengzheng from the Demon General. With a wave of his hand, a huge vortex appeared in the air.

An Zhengzheng looked completely bewildered.

The next second, a huge suction force pulled her in, and she quickly cast a spell to create a protective shield.

In just a few seconds, they were already at the entrance of the An Mansion.

This is spatial distortion. I never expected the Demon Lord to know this. It completely transcends spatial distance.

This Demon Lord is truly different from the one in the rumors... He is very kind, and I've heard that he's the one who led the demonic path back on the right track.

No wonder Master Qingxu and her two masters weren't worried about anything happening to her.

With that thought in mind, An Zhengzheng knocked on the door of the An family home.

It was Uncle Qin who came out.

He saw An Zhengzheng as soon as he opened the door, and was startled. He quickly turned around to see if anyone in the mansion was paying attention.

"Oh dear, young lady, how did you end up in such a disheveled state!"

This was the first time Manager Qin had ever seen An Zhengzheng like this.

Although his clothes were clean and there was no blood on his body, he had quite a few small wounds.

His face was covered in several thumb-length cuts, and his neck and hands were also injured.

And the clothes! They've all been torn open.

An Zhengzheng: "It's alright, it's nothing."

"Young Miss, have you come to your senses?" Manager Qin subconsciously assumed that An Zhengzheng had suffered outside and realized her mistake.

These days, the father and daughter have had such a terrible fight.

An Zhengzheng shook her head and asked, "Why is it Manager Qin guarding the gate?"

That shouldn't be the case.

Steward Qin sighed, knowing that the young lady was capable, and didn't intend to hide it from her, saying directly, "She's not the eldest daughter of the main branch..."

It refers to An Qinghuan, the daughter of Anping, the eldest uncle.

An Zhengzheng didn't ask for details or explain her situation. She simply said calmly, "Tell my father that I have something to discuss with him, something he wants."

"Ah, this..." Manager Qin sighed again when he saw that An Zhengzheng didn't seem to be there to make amends.

He said, "Okay, Miss, please wait a moment..." and then went to the An family ancestral hall to give a reply.

Inside the Anjia Ancestral Hall.

Madam An, An Mao, An Ping, and others were all present, while An Qinghuan knelt outside the ancestral hall with red eyes.

The last time, it was An Zhengzheng who knelt here.

"Grandma, Master..." Steward Qin came in and said, "Miss has arrived!"

Old Madam An sneered: "Where did the An family get a young lady from?"

Didn't that girl think she was very capable? Why is she coming to my door now?

Manager Qin then changed his tune, saying, "It's Miss An."

When An Mao heard that it was An Zhengzheng who had come, he was puzzled and asked Steward Qin, "What is she doing here?"

Madam An had been recuperating in the mansion and was unaware of An Zhengzheng's decision to reveal the formula, but others did know. It seemed that she was determined not to marry and was going to stick to her guns to the end.

"This... I don't know either!" Steward Qin said truthfully, "The young lady has many wounds on her body, as if she had fought with something..."

Lin Jinggang had just entered through the door when she heard these words and almost collapsed, but fortunately, she was supported by the maid behind her.