On the other side.
“That damned bitch Yu Youwei actually suspects me? Who does she think she is?” Ye Chen roared, his face twisting with rage.
“Disciple, this old man advises you to leave quickly. The opportunities here can no longer be taken,” Old Li said. Though inwardly filled with disdain, he still offered kind advice. After all, he had foolishly followed the wrong person—what a calamity.
“I am the child of destiny!” Ye Chen gritted his teeth, but he forced down his anger because Old Li was still useful to him.
Suddenly, he thought of something. He took out the jade pendant hanging from his waist—the one Lin Luochen had thrown to him.
“This jade pendant might come in handy!”
Ye Chen held the pendant, recalling that breathtaking figure. His face twisted with lecherous delight.
“A fairy like her should belong to me, Ye Chen—she should enter my harem!”
This jade pendant held deep meaning for Lin Luochen. He had knelt for half a year on Yun Wangshu’s Dao ground to obtain it. It was the only token that allowed someone to enter Yun Wangshu’s Dao ground and meet her.
In his past life, Lin Luochen treasured this jade pendant more than life itself. But in this life, he discarded it like trash.
…
Outer mountains of the Cloudveil Sect.
“Thank you, fairy, for saving me!” Lin Luochen cupped his fists. His heart trembled with lingering fear. He never expected a Dragon Transformation Realm great fiend to exist in the outer mountains of Cloudveil Sect.
Standing before him was a devastatingly beautiful girl in a purple dress. Her eyes were like autumn water, her gaze enchanting. Her waist was delicate and soft, slender enough to hold in one hand. Her entire being radiated a charm capable of toppling nations.
“No need for thanks.” The purple-dressed girl smiled as she pinched a flower. Her beauty was unreal—black hair like flowing ink, snow‑white skin, bright and lively eyes that mesmerized at a glance.
Lin Luochen was momentarily stunned by her movements, as if his soul had been hooked away. It wasn’t lust—she simply felt strangely familiar. Yet in his past life, he had never met such a girl.
“Why do you look so familiar?” Lin Luochen asked curiously. Not just familiar—whenever he looked at her, a faint sorrow welled inside him, as if in another life, they had shared deep ties.
The girl lightly flicked her purple eyes. “Men trying to strike up familiarity—I’ve met at least a thousand of those.”
Lin Luochen’s face stiffened. He also felt that his words sounded strange, but not saying them felt uncomfortable.
[What is going on? She feels so familiar, but I’ve never seen her.]
Hm?
The girl’s purple eyes trembled. She looked around in confusion.
Who is speaking?!
When Lin Luochen saw her looking around, his heart skipped.
[What’s wrong with her? Is there another great fiend here?]
At this thought, he instantly raised his guard.
The voice echoed in the girl’s ears again. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Lin Luochen.
She could… hear his thoughts?!
“Is there something on my face?” Lin Luochen asked as he covered his cheek, confused by her staring.
“No.” The girl resumed her calm expression, though her heart was churning.
Could this be what books described as a ‘spiritual resonance’ between two hearts?
She secretly sized him up through her peripheral vision. Anything new always piqued her curiosity.
Hmm… his face was quite handsome. But why… why did she also feel he looked familiar after hearing his thoughts?
“Dare I ask the fairy’s name?” Lin Luochen asked politely.
The girl returned to her senses and said casually, “Qi Qi. And you?”
“I am Lin Luochen.”
[Ding! Detected reincarnation of the host’s beloved from ten thousand lifetimes ago—Qi Yu. Host should recognize her as soon as possible.]
Lin Luochen froze. He looked at Qi Qi from left to right but still couldn’t see anything special.
[Ten thousand lifetimes? Is it really this magical?]
“What are you staring at?” Qi Qi lifted her jade arm to block his gaze, her lips parting slightly.
Strange… why does his invasive gaze not anger me at all…
Why does it even make me… a little happy?
Impossible. Impossible! How could I think that!
“Fellow Daoist Lin, is it not rude to stare at a woman like that?” Qi Qi tried to force a hint of annoyance into her voice, but strangely, she looked adorable instead.
“Sorry, Fellow Daoist Qi,” Lin Luochen said with a dry laugh. “You just looked a bit familiar.”
Qi Qi rolled her eyes and turned away, her purple dress fluttering. Her jade arms were snow‑white, her waist slender, her long legs elegant and straight.
Then she lightly turned back and said, “Since Fellow Daoist Lin has no further matters, I shall take my leave.”
“Please wait, fairy!” Lin Luochen said as he scratched his head awkwardly.
“What is it?” Qi Qi stopped, almost against her will.
“Fairy, I am a wandering cultivator planning to go to Central State. Since you’re a good person… could you lend me some spirit stones?”
Qi Qi paused. Her purple eyes scanned him from top to bottom. Her red lips curved slightly, forming a smile capable of toppling nations—beautiful and meaningful. Her immortal grace was unmatched.
Lin Luochen felt uncomfortable being stared at. “I overstepped… I shouldn’t have troubled you.”
“It’s no trouble. I’m heading back to Central State as well,” Qi Qi said, her purple eyes flickering. She found this boy unexpectedly interesting and felt a bit of fondness toward him.
“I am from Central State—the second direct disciple of the only Saint there.” She revealed her identity straightforwardly.
Lin Luochen was stunned. He looked at this enchanting girl and said, “You are the disciple of the Central Emperor? When did he ever take disciples?”
[In my past life, the Central Emperor never took any disciple. This girl is stunning, but she sure likes telling little lies.]
Hearing Lin Luochen criticize her inwardly, Qi Qi’s mood instantly dropped. She put her hands on her tiny waist.
“What Central Emperor? Are you that out of touch?
He was killed with a single finger by my master fifty years ago. Central State’s strongest orthodoxy is now the Moon God Palace, and I am the direct disciple of the current Moon God!”
Lin Luochen’s expression stayed calm, but internally—
[Moon God? Never heard of her in my past life. The Central Emperor was on the same level as Yun Wangshu, wielding the extreme Emperor weapon, the Primordial Emperor Sword. How could he be killed with one finger?]
[How does she lie with such confidence? Amazing!]
Qi Qi bit her lip, her face darkening. This was the first time someone didn’t believe her. And also the first time she spoke so much to a man.
If anyone else had dared slander the Moon God Palace, she would have killed them instantly. But seeing Lin Luochen’s handsome face, her anger naturally melted.
Forget it… ignorance isn’t a crime.
With a graceful motion of her jade arm, divine light flashed. A white, jade-like flying ship appeared—radiating a powerful aura.
“This is… a Monarch Divine Weapon?!” Lin Luochen was stunned.
[She looks sixteen or seventeen… and she can already control a Monarch-level divine weapon?!]
[Such weapons are sect‑guarding treasures. Very rare.]
[For her to wield one at her age—her background must be extraordinary!]
Qi Qi noticed Lin Luochen’s shock. Her lips curled with satisfaction. Seeing his reaction soothed all her earlier irritation.
She was breathtaking—every movement capable of bringing disaster to nations.
“As an act of kindness, I will take you to Central State. Come aboard!”
Qi Qi stepped onto the flying ship, her purple dress fluttering, her black hair flowing, her immortal figure glowing.
It was a scene enough to drive countless men mad.
“Thank you.” Lin Luochen stepped onto the ship.
He looked at the beauty beside him and couldn’t help but think she was even more stunning than Leng Qingqiu and Yu Youwei—her charm utterly captivating.
But he had seen all kinds of extraordinary women in his past life. His Dao heart was firm. Beauty was only skin-deep. Capturing his soul would not be easy.
Qi Qi piloted the ship. Her gaze occasionally drifted toward Lin Luochen. Hearing him appreciate her beauty in his thoughts didn’t annoy her. His admiration was pure—unlike others whose eyes held only lust.
So Qi Qi silently allowed his “offense.”