Jiang Shumiao had never been to the Imperial Preceptor's residence, but she had a keen sense of smell and followed Wen Zhixuan's scent, eventually passing through the wall.
Wen Zhixuan went to see his son first.
The last time we used Wen Yicheng's blood for the ritual, it had an impact, and my body is weaker than that of a normal child.
Wen Zhixuan wanted to find out who was behind the Jiang family, partly to get his son medical treatment.
The little boy fell asleep after taking his medicine. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and saw Jiang Shumiao standing in front of him, her eyes still a little blank.
Wen Zhixuan subconsciously took two steps back, "You..."
Jiang Shumiao blinked. "It's me. What's wrong?"
Wen Zhixuan glared at her, almost cracking his voice, "How did you get here?"
Jiang Shumiao pointed to the west wall, "We came through here."
Wen Zhixuan gasped, incredulously asking, "You were the one who broke my spells the last few times?"
"Yes."
Jiang Shumiao turned her head and saw Wen Yicheng lying on the bed. "His vital energy is damaged, and he cannot live a long life."
Wen Zhixuan's expression changed.
"This is all your doing."
Jiang Shumiao accused him imperiously, "You wanted to harm my grandmother, but you ended up harming your own son."
Wen Zhixuan could not refute it.
He knew that Jiang Shumiao was born with auspicious omens, and such people usually have great fortune, a life of wealth and longevity.
But he never expected that this child was no ordinary person at all.
What exactly are you?
Jiang Shumiao was a little angry, her big eyes wide open, "You're the bad one, the bastard."
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
He realized that she was ultimately just a two-year-old child, and arguing with her was childish and ridiculous.
What are you doing here?
"Didn't you tell my second brother you wanted to see me? I heard you."
Jiang Shumiao craned her neck, feeling tired. She looked around and spotted a small table, then huffed and puffed as she climbed up.
Now it's balanced.
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
"Are you an immortal?"
These three words were very difficult to say.
"To be precise, it is God."
Jiang Shumiao stood for a while but then felt uncomfortable, so she simply sat down, swinging her short legs back and forth. "Didn't you want to learn from me? Tell me, what do you want to learn?"
Wen Zhixuan was speechless for the third time.
The one he had always considered his greatest enemy turned out to be a little dumpling.
"You claim to be a god, what proof do you have?"
Jiang Shumiao curled her lip; this person was far too cunning.
She jumped down and walked towards Wen Yicheng.
Wen Zhixuan immediately became alert and reached out to grab her, "What are you doing..."
They didn't catch them.
Jiang Shumiao stood by the bed, her index finger touching Wen Yicheng's brow, and a golden halo entered his body.
Ordinary people might not notice anything.
But Wen Zhixuan was a Taoist practitioner, and he clearly saw the gray aura of illness surrounding his son dissipate instantly.
He was somewhat dazed.
I finally believe that I saw the true God late at night.
Jiang Shumiao turned around. "Do you believe me now?"
Wen Zhixuan was speechless.
Jiang Shumiao sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed to the stool next to her. "You sit here. My neck hurts from looking up."
She's quite delicate.
Given the vast difference in strength, Wen Zhixuan ultimately said nothing and sat down as instructed.
"Are you really a god?"
Why would I lie to you?
Jiang Shumiao scoffed, "Otherwise, how do you think the heavenly lightning came on the day I was born?"
Wen Zhixuan's eyelids twitched.
No wonder…
Jiang Sixian's loss was not unjust.
“But you are clearly a mortal now. If a god were to reincarnate and undergo tribulation, his memories and divine power would be washed away, but you clearly remember everything.”
"The rules of heaven cannot bind me."
Jiang Shumiao said with a touch of pride, "Besides, I am reborn, not reincarnated to undergo tribulation."
"Resurrection?"
Wen Zhixuan's eyes grew even more sinister. "So, you've already died once?"
Although it doesn't sound pleasant, it's the truth.
Seeing her tacit agreement, Wen Zhixuan knew he had guessed correctly, and became even more incredulous. "Immortals do not die, they only perish. Once they perish, their soul and spirit are shattered. How could you possibly gather your soul and be reborn in a mortal body? Heaven didn't strike you down?"
Jiang Shumiao was unhappy.
When she was born, the Heavenly Dao didn't even exist yet. Although she hadn't yet taken human form, she was conscious.
"It wouldn't dare to strike me."
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
Who exactly is this brat? Why is he so arrogant?
"You're here today to settle scores with me?"
"no."
Jiang Shumiao turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were big and beautiful, as pure as glass. "I'm here to tell you that you can't do evil anymore. You are a cultivator, so you should know about cause and effect. Jiang Qi harmed you before, and now he has received his just deserts, but you can't take your anger out on the other members of the Jiang family."
Wen Zhixuan's face immediately turned cold.
"What, do you gods also believe in the supremacy of the strong?"
"You're talking about the ancient times."
Jiang Shumiao actually answered seriously.
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
He couldn't help but ask, "Which deity are you?"
They can even ignore the Heavenly Rules.
Jiang Shumiao smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth. "No comment."
Wen Zhixuan felt a lump of pent-up anger stuck in his chest, neither rising nor falling, making his face turn ashen.
"By the way, I have something else to ask you. What exactly are you doing here?"
"No comment!"
Wen Zhixuan threw out the exact words, then realized his mistake, "You know I'm not from this era?"
"I know, I also know that you not only hate the Jiang family, but you also hate your uncle, the Emperor. Oh, and you also like my sister."
Wen Zhixuan looked away.
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