Not, Sis, Isn't This Even More Wicked Than the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Merit?!

As the years passed, Little Nannan blossomed into a graceful young woman.

Having received Meng Yi's guidance since childhood, the girl viewed problems from remarkably sharp angles. Naturally, she noticed that "Mr. Bai" was no ordinary person.

"Mr. Bai" claimed he was not an "immortal," yet his appearance had not changed in the slightest with the passage of time. The two ordinary people had spent more than a decade traveling to every corner of the Ancient Star of Beidou.

Little Nannan had witnessed dynasties rise and fall. She had seen cultivators fight to the death over a few heavenly treasures, and she had also seen the scheming and infighting in the cultivation environment of the underworld.

When the strong killed the weak over the slightest disagreement, the aftermath of their clashes often implicated tens of thousands of innocents. Calamities caused by people who had lost the restraints of order were far more terrifying than natural disasters.

"Mr. Bai, can I really cultivate?"

"Fourteen years ago, an immortal from the Feathered Divine Dynasty took my elder brother away. That immortal said I had no cultivation aptitude."

Little Nannan had been precocious since childhood, and by the time she came of age at eighteen, she had become absurdly shrewd.

She probed Meng Yi about the relative strength of himself and the Feathered Divine Dynasty, though she already had an answer she firmly believed in.

The girl in white glanced sideways at "Mr. Bai," who was always busy with something, though she never knew what.

Everyone had their own secrets. The girl restrained her urge to investigate, believing that if "Mr. Bai" would not let her see, then the time had not yet come.

"Then what do you think cultivation is? Taking a dump through your pores?"

Meng Yi was writing beneath the