Ye Tianshang, a carp? Ye Qingxian now took no crap from anyone.
Ever since learning of her own uniqueness.
Whenever Ye Qingxian ran into a problem she could not solve, she went straight to the Heavenly Dao to settle it.
The Heavenly Dao.
What an ethereal, intangible term.
Who could possibly find where the Heavenly Dao was?
The Heavenly Dao regarded all living things as straw dogs.
Even if you could find it, what use would that be?
The Heavenly Dao possessed neither human emotions nor mechanized rules of procedure. It coldly maintained the workings of heaven, earth, and all creation.
If it spared you even one second of attention, you could go home, remove yourself from the family register, and give yourself a page of your own. You could even publish a book about it, so countless junior cultivators could worship your deeds.
For no other reason than that your deeds were too absurd.
The Heavenly Dao had actually paid attention to a person—how could that not be absurd?
And now.
A stunning girl in a red dress, carrying a longsword still wet with her enemies' blood, flashed into the den where the Heavenly Dao slept.
How long had the Heavenly Dao been asleep?
That was a top-secret matter that almost no one in the world knew.
Faced with the daughter it had pampered and cherished beyond measure.
No matter how emotionless the Heavenly Dao was, before the daughter it had personally chosen, it could only open its eyes in speechless resignation.
With laughter in her eyes, Ye Qingxian said, "Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, hurry and help me take a look. Is Ye Tianshang dead or not? I'm a little unsure. It seems my karmic secret art has been countered. Could there really be a fish that slipped through