My Mother Is the Spirit Venerable!

"I see..."

At this moment, the White Fox under Qin Wangchuan's buttocks was pressed against his side, its eyes narrowed in a look of ecstasy.

Qin Wangchuan bent down and rubbed the White Fox's head, and the Spirit Fox let out a satisfied whimper.

Just by looking at it, who could tell that it was originally a powerful demon?

He then straightened up, nodded slightly to Qin Zhaoer, and turned to leave.

The moment he took his first step, a clear bell rang out behind him.

Qin Zhaoer had stood up at some point, her playful demeanor completely gone, replaced by an almost solemn expression.

"If."

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in the air.

Qin Wangchuan stopped in his tracks without realizing it.

Qin Zhaoer dismounted from the fox's back and walked over slowly, speaking each word very slowly, "I mean, what if... what if one day you really die?"

A gentle breeze blew by, causing her loose hair to flutter softly.

Those ever-smiling peach blossom eyes were now crystal clear, reflecting the light and shadows of the sky and clouds, and also his own figure.

I will save your life.

She spoke so calmly, but her eyes were unusually serious.

"No matter the cost, no matter the method, even if it's a crooked Evil Dao, it doesn't matter." Qin Zhaoer's fingertips unconsciously caressed the Silver Bell on her wrist, but her gaze remained firmly fixed on him. "I will definitely bring you back."

Qin Wangchuan stood there, stunned, unsure how to respond.

He had never seen Qin Zhaoer so serious before.

However, in the blink of an eye, Qin Zhaoer suddenly burst out laughing and reverted to her spoiled and willful demeanor.

She took a few steps to stand in front of him, tilted her head, and looked at him with her usual gaze, tinged with disdain:

"However, given our Lineage's resources, it's harder for you to die than for us to die."

"Of course! Don't get me wrong—" Qin Zhaoer deliberately dragged out her words, lightly poking his chest with her fingertip, "I'm not some selfless fool like that surnamed Li. Saving you is to make you owe me a huge favor!"

Qin Zhaoer suddenly leaned closer, a sly glint in her eyes, and a mischievous smile curled her red lips:

"Then, I'll have you, the Divine Son, serve as my Foot Washing Boy... tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me excited~"

"Serving tea and water, massaging legs and shoulders... you have to do all of these things. I want everyone to know that you, Qin Wangchuan, are my, Qin Zhaoer's, most obedient servant!"

Qin Zhaoer became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with eager anticipation. Suddenly, she grabbed Qin Wangchuan's sleeve:

"How about you die right now?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow.

Only Qin Zhaoer could say something like that.

After saying goodbye to Qin Zhaoer, Qin Wangchuan was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Qin Zhaoer's half-joking remark just now made him suddenly realize something— the Simulation Log recorded 'Qin Zhaoer has disappeared.'

"Perhaps this is the beginning of everything."

"If I'm not mistaken..." Qin Wangchuan muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his sleeve, "Her disappearance should be the direct cause of Ye Jianwei's defection from the Qin Clan."

Without pausing, he looked up at the drifting clouds in the sky and began to piece together the sequence of events:

"After 'I' died, Qin Zhaoer most likely searched for a way to be resurrected, just as she is saying now. After trying everything to no avail, at some point, she turned her gaze to Foreign Lands and disappeared."

"And Ye Jianwei's defection... was very likely instigated by her."

Qin Wangchuan's thoughts paused slightly here.

"No, it wasn't instigation, it was..." he muttered to himself, his brows furrowing unconsciously, "A conspiracy?"

Qin Zhaoer didn't know, but Ye Jianwei, who seemed gentle and refined, actually harbored a madness deep down.

If it involves her, she'd dare to venture into Foreign Lands alone, betray her Lineage, or even fight the Heavenly Emperor!

The two have the same goal; there is no question of one instructing the other.

"After that, I don't know how much time passed, and 'I' became a king in Foreign Lands..." Qin Wangchuan murmured softly, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, "And then the Ten Directions Myriad Tribulation Immortal Venerable appeared in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces."

All these seemingly unrelated events were now connected in his mind as a clear thread.

Qin Zhaoer's persistence, Ye Jianwei's devotion, and the king of the Foreign Lands that Xu Tianluo spoke of...

Qin Wangchuan took a deep breath, feeling that although the speculation was astonishing, it was surprisingly logical.

If that's really the case, then the price that little brat Qin Zhaoer paid for him is probably far heavier than imagined.

He turned and looked in the direction Qin Zhaoer had left, his gaze complex.

"I never imagined you were the starting point of all this."

"Of course... that's another time and space."

"Now that I've survived and left the Immortal Path, everything will be different in the future."

Qin Zhaoer watched Qin Wangchuan's disappearing figure and snorted softly, but she was not in a hurry to leave. The charming smile on her face gradually faded.

She slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the White Fox was still staring blankly in the direction Qin Wangchuan had left.

"It seems I've been too lenient with you."

"What audacity!"

With a flick of the girl's fingertips, a Bone Whip gleaming with an eerie light appeared out of thin air.

The whip is covered with fine barbs, which make a piercing sound as it cuts through the air.

"Snap--"

A whip lashed hard across the White Fox, tearing its snow-white fur apart.

The White Fox let out a mournful cry, but dared not flinch, only trembling and crouching low.

"Who gave you permission to be so close to him?" Qin Zhaoer's voice was as cold as ice, and she raised the Bone Whip in her hand again. "It seems you've forgotten who your master is."

The second lash carried a sharp Spiritual Power, instantly leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on the White Fox's body.

Blood stained its snow-white fur, yet it dared not even whimper.

Qin Zhaoer bent down and pinched the White Fox's chin, forcing it to raise its head. "If I see you going near him again, rubbing against him with your dirty fur..."

She slowly pressed her fingertips into the White Fox's brow; bones shattered, and blood oozed out.

"I'll skin you alive and make him a scarf."

The White Fox trembled violently, its eyes filled with fear as it hurriedly nodded.

Qin Zhaoer finally let go, and the White Fox collapsed to the ground as if granted a pardon.

Watching the girl turn away, it licked its wound and quietly stuck out its tongue.

He muttered to himself:

"I don't know who it was just now, but they were pretending to say something like, 'This thing is so hard!'"

The White Fox mimicked Qin Zhaoer's sweet, coquettish tone, "And while Lord Wangchuan was explaining, she almost sat in his lap..."

Recalling Qin Zhaoer's coquettish manner when she asked for advice on cultivation techniques, and then remembering the things this woman secretly did at night, the White Fox flicked its tail disdainfully.

'And you're talking about me? I wonder who's secretly doing dirty things in bed at night...'

Thinking of this, it suddenly narrowed its eyes and revealed a cunning smile.

"Having something on me isn't a problem; I'll do it again next time!"

Having transitioned from wild to domesticated, and no longer needing to worry about Cultivation Resources, some unrealistic goals began to emerge.

"Sooner or later, I will make sure that Lord Wangchuan, my Patriarch, and I sleep together under the same quilt!"

Just as Qin Wangchuan was making preparations, the Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages in the Lower Realm had already quietly begun.

A boy awoke from his deep sleep, and after a brief moment of confusion, exclaimed in delight:

"My mother is Spirit Venerable!"