When You Fixate on a Predestined Future, You Overlook the New Future You Have Already Created!

Jiang Lin's mind automatically pieced together a whole series of melodramatic plots. An ancient trio of two men and one woman had traveled and trained in the Origin Qi Continent, gone through all sorts of bizarrely clichéd incidents, and in the end, both men in the group had openly or secretly fallen for the young woman.

But then a flash of inspiration crossed Jiang Lin's mind. Looking at Ling Jiu before him—the "grandmother-generation" woman who certainly knew how to have fun—he suddenly felt something strange.

"You seem puzzled?" Ling Jiu parted her lips slightly. Unlike ordinary people, she felt none of their so-called shame over many of her actions.

First of all, the Spirit Clan itself was a special race that leaned toward pseudo-humans.

Second, Ling Jiu had not actually done anything immoral. She had merely asked Xiao Xuan for several barrels of Imperial Blood to study. Then, as she continued her research, she ended up making a Xuan Ji for herself.

As for why she had only asked Xiao Xuan for Imperial Blood, it was not because Ling Jiu favored him. Back then, the Soul Craftsman's physique simply was not as strong as Xiao Xuan's. The Soul Craftsman's talents were all invested in the soul; his physical strength was actually rather weak among those at Ling Jiu's level. Xiao Xuan, on the other hand, had been heavily nurtured by the Xiao Clan at the time and was truly a goddamn health tank. Naturally, Ling Jiu's first choice when she needed blood was Xiao Xuan.

Among the Ancient Eight Clans, the Xiao Clan ranked first in terms of health, while the Gu Clan ranked second. Those Stone Men merely had high defense; their health pools still could not compare to the Xiao Clan's.

That was also why Xuan Ji instinctively