The amount of money Ji Xiaoxiao lent to Ou Nan Baili was unimaginable to him. After paying Ou Nan Baili's medical expenses, he still had a large sum left. After some thought, Ou Nan Baili threw himself back into the cutthroat world of business, fighting for profit with others.
A year later, O'Nan Baili achieved renewed glory, and O'Dong Baili also rose to a high position. Even more gratifying is that O'Xi Baili, who had been in a coma, also woke up three months ago.
Perhaps because true friendship is revealed in times of hardship, the three Ou brothers began calling Ji Xiaoxiao "Mom" again. Following the original owner's wishes, Ji Xiaoxiao did not develop a close relationship with the Ou family. Everything continued as usual; she drank what she wanted, ate what she wanted, and traveled happily when it was time to travel.
Ten years later, Ji Xiaoxiao saw Elena kneeling in front of the Ou family's gate. She was dressed in rags, her face was sallow, and her sunken cheeks were obvious signs of malnutrition.
"Every pitiful person has something hateful about them," Ji Xiaoxiao thought. Now, Elena no longer needed her help. Three days later, Ji Xiaoxiao received news that Elena had starved to death in front of the Ou family mansion.
Time flies, and at the age of 101, Ji Xiaoxiao slowly closed her eyes in a foreign land.
Throughout her life, Ji Xiaoxiao's footprints have covered the universe. It seems the original owner had no regrets.
Back in the dark space, Ji Xiaoxiao looked up and saw her own information.
Name: Ji Xiaoxiao
Gender: Female
Spiritual Power: 20
Soul Power: 6
Progress: 11%
Title: Academically Weak
Skill: Turning Stone into Gold
Rewards: *White Lotus Sacred Technique*, *Dao Tian*
"You did well this time. Zheng Youyou is very satisfied with her ending."
Ji Xiaoxiao was engrossed in studying her own information when the adult suddenly spoke up.
"My lord, you flatter me." Ji Xiaoxiao said respectfully, with a forced smile.
After exchanging a few polite words, Ji Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared from the dark space.
"Little White, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky, and you're still sleeping? You'll end up like a pig! Oh no, we're going to be late, we're going to be late! Little White, wake up, we need to grind the grain!"
Ji Xiaoxiao felt someone pushing her; the voice sounded like that of a young girl. The girl's voice was urgent, yet melodious and lingering, like a gentle stream, nourishing things silently, or like an oriole singing in a valley, melodious and graceful.
She opened her eyes groggily, her vision blurry. Ji Xiaoxiao subconsciously rubbed her bright eyes. She saw a little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a light blue ancient costume and with her hair styled in a cow-horn bun, huffing and puffing as she pulled her arm, relentlessly dragging her off the bed.
The bed was a wooden plank bed with four high legs, and the floor was stone, covered in lush green moss. Half of her body was suspended in mid-air. Ji Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then screamed in surprise.
"Little White, stop yelling. If Master hears us and we haven't even started grinding the millstone by this hour, he'll definitely break our legs." As the little girl spoke, her delicate face suddenly turned pale and weak, as if she had lost all color due to extreme fear.
The moment the little girl finished speaking, an endless darkness rolled in, blotting out the sky and sweeping away everything in its path. Ji Xiaoxiao's heart was instantly overwhelmed by excruciating pain, and all the questions in her mind vanished without a trace.
The little girl noticed Ji Xiaoxiao's discomfort and assumed it was because she was afraid of her master's tormenting methods. So she comforted her, "Xiaobai, don't be afraid. Master is a very good person. As long as we behave well, Master likes us so much that he will definitely not be able to punish us."
Ji Xiaoxiao struggled to open one eye, and looking at the little girl's silly smile, the pain and despair gradually faded away, and warm light once again graced the earth.
After some time and a few clever tricks, Ji Xiaoxiao successfully extracted the little girl's name. The little girl's name was Xiaoqing, and she was a blade of grass that had recently taken human form. Ji Xiaoxiao also learned about herself; she was now a white rabbit.
With outsiders present, Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't easily absorb the original owner's memories. She had thought having a chattering girl around would be a lucky thing, but unexpectedly, Xiaoqing knew nothing about any of Ji Xiaoxiao's other questions.
Unable to obtain any useful information, Ji Xiaoxiao was dejected and went to work with Xiaoqing.
Stepping out of the room, Ji Xiaoxiao saw a large, square courtyard. The courtyard was empty except for a huge stone mill in the center, with no other objects in sight.
Since the goal was to grind grain, the destination had to be that stone mill. Ji Xiaoxiao took two steps at a time and arrived at the stone mill in no time. She thought it was an ordinary stone mill, but upon closer inspection, Ji Xiaoxiao sensed a soaring murderous aura and resentment emanating from it.
Having visited a cultivation world once, Ji Xiaoxiao was acutely aware of the terrifying power of malevolent energy and resentment. Cherishing her life, Ji Xiaoxiao abruptly retracted her foot that had already stepped forward.
A chilling wind howled, a hundred ghosts wailed, malevolent energy harmed people, and resentment soared to the heavens.
Take a step back, and you'll find a gentle breeze, the chirping of insects and birds, a clear blue sky, and a refreshing atmosphere.
It was the same place, yet the view from the front to the back was like heaven and hell, worlds apart. Such an obviously eerie place made Ji Xiaoxiao's heart leap into her throat.
After a while, Xiaoqing appeared before Ji Xiaoxiao, carrying a large jar and drenched in sweat. Xiaoqing put the jar down, panting, stirring up clouds of dust.
"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you today?" Xiaoqing wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, pouted, and kept complaining to Ji Xiaoxiao, "Do you know how hard it is for me to move this big jar with just a blade of grass? Look, my hands are all red, and they still hurt."
As she spoke, Xiaoqing began to sob.
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