Western Chu, Year 438, the second day of the New Year.
Somewhere in the Southern Border, a minor grotto-heaven.
This minor grotto-heaven was a place of winding beauty and pleasant scenery. It had originally belonged to Jinse, the hard-drive Saintess, but Xiang Yuan and Chan'er had claimed it for themselves. Their names were written on the household register; rounding things off, it was basically the wedding home Jinse had given her disciple.
Though Jinse had raised Chan'er with ill intentions, she had indeed been Chan'er's master. When Chan'er was little, she had even regarded Jinse as her own mother. Now that Chan'er had grown up and found herself a husband, Jinse's role as both master and mother had been relegated to the sidelines. Before leaving, she had exploded into a shower of gold coins.
She had not gone peacefully at all. Not only had she become the catalyst for Chan'er's cultivation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, she was also occasionally forced back into service, dragged out by Chan'er to tease her husband.
Teasing Xiang Yuan was one thing, but the main reason was that Jinse had been utterly inhuman, leaving Chan'er with immense psychological trauma. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—Chan'er naturally sought every way to get her revenge.
And so, within the idle pavilion by the waterfall, Chan'er's slender fingers plucked at the zither as she once again made Jinse's six reincarnated bodies dance in seductive fashion.
Watching Jinse's six bodies ahead, clad in very little fabric, Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes speechlessly. Xiang Yuan really wanted to say that the dead deserved respect—shouldn't they let it go?
Xiang Yuan had always thought this was a test before, but only recently had he figured it out: the test was merely incidental. Xiang Yuan was one