If Death Is Your Fate, Then I Will Rewrite Fate

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her voice hoarse yet clear, carrying an undeniable resolve:

"The First Person Immortal Emperor is me, not you."

"The one who will destroy the Immortal Court is me, not you."

Their lips met again.

The kiss was initiated by her, fiery and domineering, carrying a desperate determination and a hint of bloodshed.

After a long separation, Li Qingluan, panting, stared intently at him with her crimson eyes, her voice resolute:

"You won't die."

I will stop you.

Qin Wangchuan slowly lowered his head, gazing at the still-breathing girl in his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"Stopping me is exhausting."

"Then I will do it too." She didn't back down, meeting his gaze. "I will become stronger than anyone else, and I will ascend to the Immortal Emperor realm before you, stopping everything!"

Qin Wangchuan didn't question the authenticity of her resolve, but merely looked at her with a complex expression for a moment before softly asking a question that she herself might not have even noticed:

And what about you?

Li Qingluan froze, a hint of confusion flashing in her crimson eyes. "... Me?"

Yes, you.

Qin Wangchuan's voice was soft, yet it struck her heart like a hammer blow, "Even if you truly changed the future and prevented that ending... what about you?"

"What will happen to you if you stop everything?"

She went so far as to reverse the flow of time and arrive at this moment.

Even if he succeeds in changing everything, the person by his side will only be Li Qingluan, not her.

Where will she be then?

Hearing Qin Wangchuan's words, the future Li Qingluan suddenly smiled.

The smile was no longer broken; instead, it carried an almost cruel brilliance and certainty, with an undeniable flame burning in its crimson eyes.

"Don't worry."

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching his heart, her voice soft and slow, yet each word clear.

It carries an almost declarative tone:

"The future cannot be changed, but we will create a new future."

You can't get rid of me.

"Instead of worrying about me, you should worry more about 'her'..."

Li Qingluan tilted her head slightly, her face displaying a sly yet almost self-deprecating gentleness:

"Although I really don't want to, I will still generously share you with her."

"After all, we are all Li Qingluan."

It's a very strange feeling.

Although the person in front of him looked exactly like Li Qingluan, the feeling he gave Qin Wangchuan was much more intense and domineering.

A slight yet clear fluctuation emanated from the array at the entrance of the cave abode —someone was touching the barrier, preparing to enter.

Qin Wangchuan's thoughts stirred slightly, and he glanced sideways.

The girl beside him had vanished like morning mist, leaving no trace.

Almost simultaneously, the cave abode entrance slid open.

Li Qingluan walked in.

She had clearly just taken a bath; her long, wet hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends still glistening with water droplets.

She was only casually wearing a moon-white silk undergarment, the belt loosely tied, the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of delicate collarbone and smooth shoulders.

The light, close-fitting fabric subtly outlined the girl's budding curves, and as she moved, it brought with it the warm scent of a post-bath bath.

Li Qingluan wasn't surprised to see Qin Wangchuan when she came in, and casually tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

"Have you been here long?"

Qin Wangchuan's lips moved slightly, and emotions surged deep in his eyes, but he suppressed them in an instant, regaining his usual composure.

"No, I just arrived."

She gave an "oh," stepped barefoot onto the polished floor, and headed towards the inner room to fetch her outer robe.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

The girl turned her head to the side, and the tip of her nose twitched almost imperceptibly.

Her delicate brows furrowed, and her sharp gaze swept across the somewhat quiet room before finally settling on Qin Wangchuan's face.

"Just now... I think I heard something? Were you alone?"

Meeting her suspicious gaze, Qin Wangchuan's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile, his tone tinged with a helpless teasing. "People, sometimes, do talk to themselves."

"Talking to yourself?" Li Qingluan raised her eyebrows even higher, clearly not believing this explanation.

"Yes." Qin Wangchuan followed her words, then deliberately brought up a profound topic, "I'm thinking that we'll probably have one more formidable opponent in the future."

"Opponent."

Li Qingluan was indeed drawn to his attention. She chuckled lightly, "Who doesn't know your name, Divine Son Qin? Who would dare to provoke you?"

Even so, he still asked with concern, "Should I step in to resolve this?"

His tone was matter-of-fact, tinged with a domineering protectiveness.

"No need," Qin Wangchuan shook his head.

Li Qingluan pursed her lips, stopped asking questions, and walked inside, intending to retrieve the outer robe hanging on the screen.

However, she seemed to remember something midway through and asked:

"Speaking of enemies... have you ever heard of Tan Lingfei?"

"No, did he upset you?"

"I didn't do anything," Li Qingluan said casually. "It's just that he has something that I need to get my hands on."

As she spoke, she walked past Qin Wangchuan, leaving behind a familiar, delicate fragrance.

It was just a casual glance, but his gaze suddenly froze, and he stood there instantly.

Water droplets from the ends of her wet hair dripped silently onto the ground.

"What's wrong?" Qin Wangchuan met her gaze and sensed something was amiss, instinctively leaning back.

"... nothing."

Li Qingluan gritted her teeth, squeezing out the words through her clenched teeth.

She took a deep breath and started to walk away.

However, after taking that first step, he abruptly pulled it back.

As the saying goes, the more you think about it, the angrier you get.

Finally, Li Qingluan put down the dress she had picked up, then turned around, raised her hand, and ripped her newly tied-up hair apart.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, giving her a breathtakingly cold and alluring expression.

And so, to Qin Wangchuan's slightly astonishment...

The girl stepped forward, straddled his legs, and sat directly on his lap, facing him.

This posture is extremely intimate, yet also incredibly oppressive.

Li Qingluan cupped Qin Wangchuan's face in her hands, her beautiful eyes like icy pools, locking his lips tightly.

There, near the lower lip, was a very faint, pale red mark—

Its shape is ambiguous, and you can even see tiny teeth marks on the edges, clearly indicating that it was gently bitten.

Qin Wangchuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly; he had already realized the reason.

But the girl didn't give him a chance to speak, her fingers grinding heavily over the mark on his lower lip, so forcefully and repeatedly that it was almost a punishment.

"You..."

Li Qingluan's chest heaved slightly, and the storm in her eyes was almost overflowing.

She opened her mouth, wanting to question, wanting to get angry.

But all those words rolled around on the tip of my tongue a few times before being swallowed back down.

"Never mind."

As those two words fell, Li Qingluan, who was straddling his lap, suddenly lowered her head.

It wasn't a kiss, but rather a punishment-like act, a sharp bite landing on the boy's lower lip—a forceful one, clearly intended to leave a deeper mark.

A sharp pain shot through him, Qin Wangchuan groaned, instinctively trying to raise his hand.

However, the image of Li Qingluan's crimson eyes, filled with pain, flashed through his mind.

Although it was never explicitly stated, the ability to reverse the flow of time must have involved unimaginable hardships and sacrifices.

Will the girl in my arms walk the same path in the future?

Upon realizing this, Qin Wangchuan felt a strange, dull pain rise in his heart.

He thought he was mature and calm enough.

But upon learning of everything Li Qingluan had done for him, even the most mature soul would be moved.

Qin Wangchuan's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, but in the end, he did not push her away. Instead, with pity and acceptance, he slowly wrapped his arms around Li Qingluan's slender yet taut waist, pulling her even tighter into his embrace.

A muffled whisper escaped his throat, carrying a sense of comfort:

"It's alright now..."

These words, meant to be comforting, became, at that moment, the spark that ignited the fuse.