"You're a lucky person. If you have anything you want to say or do these next few days, just do it. Now that you're older, you don't have to watch what you eat anymore."
Before saying goodbye, An Zhengzheng smiled slightly.
Pei Rongshuang was taken aback. Was this... what she was thinking?
An Zhengzheng nodded gently, stepped onto the green bamboo again, and bid farewell to Qingyang Village.
Pei Rongshuang, leaning on his cane, watched An Zhengzheng fly away, and finally uttered in a hoarse voice, "No wonder, no wonder Consort Zheng came to see me..."
"Dong-jie, make me some fruit jam water, and go to the village entrance to get some spicy fish."
The little girl quickly said, "Grandma, please eat something light."
"You won't be eating for long, hurry up and go."
She slowly got up and went back to her room to make arrangements for her funeral. She and the little boy personally washed and cleaned the coffin in the next room.
He also made sure to visit his younger sister and brother's children.
"Grandma, what brings you here?"
"I've come to talk to you for a bit..."
Three days later, on the morning of the same day, Zhou Yu'er's eldest daughter, Pei Rongshuang, passed away suddenly.
He passed away at the age of 107.
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An Zhengzheng returned to the world of cultivation.
A rich spiritual energy surged forth the moment she stepped inside.
Her body was no longer cumbersome; with a gentle lift of her hand, the branch snapped in two.
Only one percent of the strength needed during training is required.
But she felt like something was off, until she looked at the people below...
Each of them was expressionless, their faces a dull, ashen complexion tinged with a reddish tinge.
"...In the cultivation world, it's spring all year round. It should be noon now, so why does the sky look like sunrise or sunset?"
An Zhengzheng felt something was off and immediately found a place to stay.
Upon entering the city, I was greeted by a world where women were completely superior to men.
Women were publicly criticizing men in the street, while the men dressed in various styles, each with their own unique flair. Married men had their hair pulled up high, while unmarried men had long, flowing hair.
An Zhengzheng: ...?
She stared intently at everyone on the street; their eyes were vacant, yet their words and actions were completely upside down.
...She had only been away from the cultivation world for a hundred years, how could things have turned out like this?
"Have they all been possessed?"
She immediately realized that the villagers had the same look in their eyes when they were fighting each other in that village.
He looks like a normal person, but his mind has been controlled.
Everyone seemed to be role-playing, using lifeless bodies to portray a vibrant scene.
An Zhengzheng was startled and headed straight for Ghost Ancient City.
This flight was very fast, and her cultivation level far surpassed that of her younger days.
The Hundred Women Pavilion is still the same Hundred Women Pavilion, but after two hundred years of renovation and expansion, it feels somewhat unfamiliar to An Zhengzheng.
Dong'er approached with a smile and asked, "Miss, is there anything you need?"
An Zhengzheng paused.
A look of confusion crossed her eyes: "Dong'er?"
"I am An Zhengzheng."
The name An Zhengzheng made Dong'er's empty eyes twitch slightly.
"Excuse me, sir, is your name An Zhengzheng? What can I do for you?"
An Zhengzheng frowned and waved her hand in front of her again.
"Dong'er, what about Yirou?"
Dong'er smiled and said, "You're looking for our boss? She's inside."
He led An Zhengzheng inside.
An Zhengzheng saw An Yirou with vacant eyes; she no longer remembered An Zhengzheng.
She smiled and asked, "Guest, Dong'er said you want to see me?"
"Yi Rou, it's me, I'm the older sister."
An Zhengzheng attempted to break the curse.
But it was no use. An Yirou remained blank, seemingly unable to understand what An Zhengzheng was doing.
Watching An Zhengzheng cast her spell, she said very gently, "Young lady, what are you doing?"
"We have excellent elixirs and talismans here. What do you need?"
An Zhengzheng: ...
She took out some spiritual spring water from her treasure bag to wipe her eyes, and when she looked at the people around her, she was startled.
It's not that it's been cursed, it's that something is missing.
Each person's soul was missing a piece, which was then filled in with some fiery red blood clots.
An Zhengzheng looked around blankly.
She said to An Yirou, "Yirou, I am the older sister."
An Yirou said blankly, "...Sister? I don't have a sister. I'm an only child. My father had ten older brothers before I was born."
"Ten older brothers, how come she's an only child?"
"He has ten older brothers, not an older sister, so how can I not be considered an only child?"
An Zhengzheng paused.
...How did the cultivation world become like this?
What about the true immortals? Don't they care? What about the seven major sects?
Seeing that An Yirou remained as wooden as ever, An Zhengzheng tried every kind of magic weapon and method.
That's incredibly powerful!
She couldn't fight back.
She decided to ask her master.
No one replied to the message sent out by the jade slip.
An Zhengzheng felt as if she were walking through a dead city.
When women scold or beat men, their eyes are empty; when men are being scolded, their actions and expressions appear coquettish and strange.
Because their eyes were like those of dead fish.
Senior Sister Wen Yu was the only one who replied to the message.
“Zhengzheng, you’re back. I’m still in the sect leader’s cave.”
An Zhengzheng disregarded everything else; with a thousand questions still unanswered, she immediately rushed to where Senior Sister Wen Yu was.
"Your junior sister is here too."
Junior sister?
An Zhengzheng remembered the woman who crawled out of the firelight.
Or rather... a ghost.
Senior Sister Wen Yu took back the jade slip and leisurely mooched spirit fruits from her junior sister.
The junior sister suddenly smiled: "I've never actually seen her, but I admire her very much."
It refers to An Zhengzheng.
"To be honest," said Senior Sister Wen Yu, "I admire both of you; you're both capable of causing trouble."
The junior sister then asked, "So, which side are you standing on?"
Wen Yu hissed and said with some difficulty, "...You know, neither gods nor demons can easily interfere in the human world."
They seemed to enjoy watching the show as much as possible.
She had no intention of taking sides.
She told her junior sister, "I am Wen Yu, and also the witch Xiao An, so of course I won't interfere in the human world. But the other personality inside me is different."
"She seems to prefer An Zhengzheng; she even let An Zhengzheng play on Qilin Mountain."
The junior sister's previously expressionless face twitched slightly: "You are not only the Demon Lord's daughter, but also a disciple of the Siyue Sect."
"You mean that old man, Master Wushang... ah, no, I almost forgot, she's a woman."
Senior Sister Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally smiled and said, "...Mortals, just mortals."
To be honest, she didn't know why her father insisted that she become the disciple of Wushang Zhenren.
No matter how powerful Master Wushang is, he is still just a mortal cultivating immortality, unlike Wen Yu, who is a born demon.
In other words, Wu Shang Zhenren is someone Wen Yu could kill with a single pinch.
However, she could only control her body for a very short time; most of the time, it was controlled by another loud and boisterous personality.
It is a personality that is manipulated by the evil system.
"Hmm? She's here."
"An Zhengzheng is already at the door, Junior Sister."
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