After Xiaobai finished speaking his last sentence, the bloody yet heartwarming scene began to play.
Imprisoned for ten years, Shui Wuhen fed on Xiaobai's flesh and blood. Over time, the once chubby Xiaobai became empty, reduced to just a skeleton.
I was at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board. Shui Wuhen, seemingly kind but ruthless, adhered to the principle of making the most of waste. After sucking out the last drop of marrow, he refined Xiaobai's soul into a elixir.
Xiao Bai thought she was going to die, but unexpectedly, she possessed Shui Wuhen's body. From then on, wherever Shui Wuhen was, she followed him closely.
Intimate contact has a magical effect. Before anyone knew it, Xiao Bai regained her memories of her three previous lives, and her hatred for Shui Wuhen transformed into deep love and affection.
Knowing that none of this was her lover's fault, Xiaobai hated the Heavenly Dao. But her hatred was futile. A thousand years later, Shui Wuhen still died at the hands of the Heavenly Dao.
...
With few memories, Ji Xiaoxiao quickly absorbed everything.
"So, the original owner wanted me to protect Shui Wuhen while also dealing with that thing above my head?" Ji Xiaoxiao looked troubled. "Protecting Shui Wuhen is one thing, but dealing with the Heavenly Dao? Someone like me, could I possibly handle that?"
"Ah, this is too much!" Ji Xiaoxiao cried out helplessly, clutching her head.
As night fell, Ji Xiaoxiao slept for a while and woke up early the next morning, sharpening her sword and threatening the heavens.
She was just an employee, and the work philosophy that "the customer is God" was deeply ingrained in her. Even if the request was almost unreasonable, how could she ignore it?
To protect or retaliate, one must first have strong military force.
Three hundred years later, Ji Xiaoxiao survived the Heavenly Tribulation and successfully entered the Spirit Transformation stage of cultivation.
"Little White, you're amazing. You've survived the Heavenly Tribulation and are now at the Spirit Transformation stage. You'll probably be able to ascend soon..." Xiao Qing pouted. "Unlike me, I'm still just at the Golden Core stage."
Xiaoqing was dejected and depressed. Ji Xiaoxiao was both annoyed and amused. With a little effort, she easily cheered Xiaoqing up.
Three days later, Ji Xiaoxiao finally emerged from the Monster Forest once again.
Surrounded by the vast mortal world, Ji Xiaoxiao did not immediately set off to find Shui Wuhen. Instead, she came to a remote mountain village to visit Zhou Yu, the husband of the original owner in that life.
Ji Xiaoxiao had no intention of rekindling her relationship with Zhou Yu, but she would still take good care of him in other ways. A year later, amidst the cheers and laughter of the villagers, Zhou Yu married his beautiful bride.
In mid-air, Ji Xiaoxiao smiled. She left behind a wisp of divine thought, just in case. Her figure immediately transformed into a streak of light, rapidly flying into the distance.
A flash of light streaked past, and Zhou Yu, sensing something, looked up in the direction Ji Xiaoxiao had disappeared. A sense of emptiness, a slight pang of heartache, and a strange mix of emotions washed over him. Zhou Yu froze, stunned. His eyes, which had been full of smiles and joy, were now filled with sorrow and disappointment.
"Husband, what's wrong?" Zhou Yu's wife asked.
Zhou Yu shook his head and led his beautiful wife into the bridal chamber.
Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will remain strangers even face to face. With that, the single-minded Ji Xiaoxiao forever and completely left the small mountain village that had once made the original owner so happy she never wanted to leave.
The Qingshui Sect was not too far from the small mountain village where Zhou Yu lived. Ji Xiaoxiao flew at full speed, and two hours later, she was already directly above the main hall of the Qingshui Sect.
For safety reasons, Ji Xiaoxiao did not intend to show herself and only wanted to protect Shui Wuhen from the shadows.
This protection lasted for five hundred years.
Five hundred years have passed, and the Qingshui Sect has undergone tremendous changes. Just like now, the square in front of the main hall of the Qingshui Sect is bustling with people, and the rustling sounds reach the sky.
"Is the sect leader going to undergo tribulation and ascend to immortality today?"
"yes."
"Wow, the sect leader is amazing."
"Of course the sect leader is amazing. He is a genius who appears only once in a thousand years. He is exceptionally talented and has reached the peak of spiritual transformation before he was even a thousand years old. His ascension to immortality is a natural outcome."
"Hahaha... Our Qingshui Sect is finally going to produce an immortal. Hmph, what famous sects and powerful families? Once our sect leader successfully transcends the tribulation and ascends to the upper realm, let's see if they still dare to bully the disciples of our Qingshui Sect."
"Alright, stop arguing and hurry up. Maybe we can get a good spot to admire the sect leader's ethereal beauty. Perhaps we can even absorb a bit of his divine aura and become famous overnight."
The men and women stopped talking and chased each other towards the back mountain of the Qingshui Sect.
The back mountain of the Qingshui Sect is not high, only about ten or twenty zhang high. There are very few towering trees, only scattered wild grass. Everyone in the Qingshui Sect knows that the spiritual energy here is thin, and there are no rare magical beasts or spiritual herbs. Shui Wuhen's choice of this place to undergo tribulation is truly the best choice.
"Look, it's the sect leader. The sect leader has arrived, the sect leader has finally arrived."
Everyone waited for half an hour before Shui Wuhen finally arrived.
Ji Xiaoxiao hid in the crowd, secretly observing Shui Wuhen.
Shui Wuhen secluded himself for a hundred years. When they met again, Shui Wuhen looked more and more like Mo Ran.
Whether it was fate or intentional remains to be seen.
Even so, Ji Xiaoxiao's heart twitched, and she already had a sliver of understanding.
"Whoosh." The small mountain erupted in excitement as Shui Wuhen appeared.
Listening silently to the cheers of the Qingshui Sect disciples, Ji Xiaoxiao smiled helplessly.
"Quiet," Shui Wuhen said softly, yet every word reached the ears of everyone present.
When the leader speaks, how can the subordinates not listen?
The onlookers immediately shut their mouths!
"Today is the day I, Shui Wuhen, undergo my tribulation. Whether I succeed or fail depends on my luck."
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