"Did I really know Ling Yue in my past life?" Wan Jiao seized on the key point and refused to budge. "Ancestor, I remember that our Nanshan Temple has a spell that can make people remember their past lives. Can you teach me?"
Feng Nanshan was almost scared to death by Wan Jiao's words.
This little girl actually wants to remember her past life??
She's probably just daydreaming.
Even if he did have the ability to help her remember, he wouldn't dare.
"That's forbidden art." Feng Nanshan refused firmly. "You brat, are you tired of the righteous path and want to try your luck on the evil path of cultivation?"
"It's just a spell, how did it get mixed up with evil cultivators? Ancestor, you..."
"No way." Feng Nanshan interrupted Wan Jiao hastily, then sternly rebuked her, "The affairs of this world are all preordained. You will naturally know about the connection between your past life and Ling Yue when the time comes."
"But I can't wait..." Wan Jiao was not exaggerating at all.
She could feel that ever since she witnessed Ling Yue and Runze perish in the self-destruction formation, her own Dao heart had become very unstable.
"Even if you can't wait, you have to wait." Feng Nanshan said, then gave Wan Jiao a hard knock on the head. "If you're really bored and want to overthink things, then hurry up and have an heir for fun."
“Ancestor, you…” Wan Jiao struggled to find the right words, but could only say angrily, “You’re being unreasonable.”
Feng Nanshan ignored Wan Jiao.
He formed a hand seal and sent a beam of light, the source of which was unknown, into Wan Jiao's body. "Go back."
Then, Wan Jiao woke up.
They didn't get any information and even gave her a "talisman" that was becoming increasingly rare (a talisman specifically for meeting the patriarch in the Prajna Secret Realm in dreams; the quantity was limited, and Wan Jiao just happened to not know how to draw it).
Oh dear, she really lost out big time.
However, Wan Jiao soon discovered that her lost Dao heart seemed to have miraculously returned. Recalling the light that the Ancestral Master had injected into her body, Wan Jiao's lips curled up, "Thank you, Ancestor."
With her Dao heart stabilized, Wan Jiao naturally understood the importance of following the cyclical rules of heaven and earth.
She knew that one day she would regain her memories of her past life and learn about her past relationship with Ling Yue, so seizing the present moment was her top priority.
…
Wan Jiao walked out of the dormitory and immediately saw Old Cui.
It would be a miracle if you didn't feel guilty having a centenarian guard your door.
"Old Cui," Wan Jiao greeted him shyly.
Hearing the voice, Old Cui looked at her in surprise, "Girl, why did you come out?"
Wan Jiao: "Old Cui, I have to go home first."
"Your injuries are quite severe. It's best to wait until Yanchi examines you before..."
"Elder Cui." Wan Jiao raised her hand, a powerful spiritual energy surging within her palm. She was proving to Elder Cui that her injuries had healed. "I'm fine."
Old Cui had arranged for someone to examine Wan Jiao before. She had damaged her heart meridian (which was actually caused by losing that drop of pure and clean heart blood). She wouldn't recover for at least ten days to half a month.
Seeing her now with her strong spiritual power and rosy complexion, a stark contrast to her previous appearance, Elder Cui was truly astonished.
"Girl, you...you're all better?"
Wan Jiao nodded.
Mr. Cui felt that his worldview had been shattered.
The injury is so severe, wouldn't it be better to just leave it untreated?
Is he insane, or...?
Seeing that Elder Cui was quite doubtful about life, Wan Jiao took the initiative to explain, "Elder Cui, I have been practicing martial arts and ancient medicine since I was a child. I can heal that injury myself. Besides, I wasn't actually injured. I just took a drop of my purest heart's blood to sign a contract with the Ancient God of Nourishment..."
Halfway through her sentence, Wan Jiao suddenly remembered the souls that Runze had released because of the shackles of the contract.
The bottom of the Immortal Stele River has been severely polluted by the defilement of demons. If those souls stay there for too long, there is fear that incalculable consequences may occur.
"Old Cui, I really have something to attend to. Let's talk later." Wan Jiao had already disappeared before she could finish speaking.
Wan Jiao's departure seemed as if she had never existed, leaving Old Cui sighing for quite some time.
Sigh, you can't deny getting old.
The world of metaphysics is now dominated by young people like Wan Jiao.
…
When Wan Jiao returned to the bottom of the Immortal Stele River, she indeed sensed the presence of many demonic ghosts.
Fortunately, she returned in time and was able to stop it all.
After drawing many talismans in the void with her spiritual energy, Wan Jiao formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
After reciting the mantra, she changed her hand seals, and spiritual energy pierced her fingertips, causing eight drops of blood to gush out and form a purification Bagua array in eight directions.
When combined with the purification Bagua array, its effect is multiplied.
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Imperial decree!"
In the blink of an eye, the surging spiritual power spread from the Immortal Stele River to the entire Alz Autonomous Prefecture.
They cleansed this land and also cleansed the polluted hearts of people.
The demonized ghosts, the noisy people, the frenzied animals... all of them received spiritual redemption and regained peace.
The most typical example is the high priest of the Immortal Stele Clan.
Looking back on the crimes he had committed under duress over the years, he was filled with remorse and voluntarily turned himself in.
Fangfang's mother never received a call from Wanjiao, but so much had happened in such a short time that she had a feeling Wanjiao must have come.
…
The souls of the girls, cleansed by Wan Jiao's spiritual power, were spontaneously drawn to her.
Looking at the souls of so many young women who had died because of her indulgence, Wan Jiao felt a pang of sorrow and regret. However, all she could do was send them to the underworld for reincarnation; there was nothing else she could do.
Form a hand seal and open the gates of hell.
This time, it was the Black and White Impermanence who came.
Upon seeing Wan Jiao, none of them spoke, but their eyes held emotions that Wan Jiao could not decipher.
It was like pity, or...heartache?
…
After Wan Jiao finished dealing with the matters that needed to be dealt with, she did not stay in the Alzheim Autonomous Region for long and returned directly to the Imperial Capital.
It was midday, the sun was blazing, and the heat was making people feel uneasy.
Wan Jiao changed her shoes at the entrance and went inside. The housekeeper brought her a bowl of herbal tea. "Young Madam, it's hot. Please have some herbal tea to quench your thirst."
Wan Jiao was indeed thirsty. She took the herbal tea and drank it all in one gulp. Just as she was about to thank the butler, she noticed something unusual about the butler's face, specifically the area around his children.
The housekeeper was meticulous and kind, taking care of Wan Jiao's daily needs. He was indebted to her and had saved her only son from an unwarranted disaster, so there was nothing wrong with that.
"Auntie, call your son and tell him not to drive tonight no matter what."
The housekeeper's son drives a large truck for a courier company, working from 9 PM to 5 AM. The housekeeper had watched Wan Jiao's live streams several times in recent days and was quite aware of her abilities. As soon as Wan Jiao finished speaking, she took out her phone to call her son, but unfortunately, no matter what the housekeeper said, her son insisted on going out to work.
"Young Madam, what will happen if he goes out in the car?" the butler asked very cautiously.
Wan Jiao: "At best, you'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life; at worst, you'll be paralyzed and bedridden."
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