“We met once before, but I doubt he remembers me.”
“Oh? Then do you like him?”
“You can’t seem to forget him.”
Shen Qingqiu turned back to look at Dongfang Wudao.
“Is he better-looking than you?”
“No!”
“Is he richer than you?”
“No!”
“Is he more powerful than you?”
“No!”
“Then why would I like him?”
“You really are different from other women.”
“Of course. They’re them. I’m me.”
As time passed, Dongfang Wudao finally brought Shen Qingqiu to the Dongfang clan.
The moment Chenghuang appeared, many figures emerged from the shadows and bowed deeply.
“Greetings, Divine Son.”
Shen Qingqiu’s brain short-circuited.
“What did you just call him?”
Though the people emerging from the shadows didn’t know Shen Qingqiu, her noble aura struck straight to the heart.
Could she be from a minor clan? Or… a reincarnated powerhouse?
“He is the Divine Son of our Dongfang clan.”
“Let’s go.”
Dongfang Wudao had already confirmed it—Shen Qingqiu’s actions showed she knew what was going to happen next.
If his system hadn’t confirmed that Shen Qingqiu had a system too, he might have suspected she was a reincarnated one.
But now?
After his transmigration, the trajectory had changed.
To be more precise, he had crossed over from another world, essentially like an otherworldly demon.
Once they arrived at the Heaven Hall, it was already packed with people.
Dongfang Wudao hadn’t even entered yet, but news had spread: the Divine Son had brought a woman back.
At the top, two figures were already seated—one calm and composed, the other eagerly looking out.
“Shuyan, relax. Wudao won’t run off after coming back,” said Dongfang Beichen, teasing his anxious wife.
Inside the grand hall sat nine Grand Elders, nine Elders, and nine Heir Candidates.
“Patriarch! Patriarch! The Divine Son has returned!”
A dark guard rushed in, and everyone in the hall quickly tidied their robes. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
After all, the woman brought back by the Divine Son deserved their utmost respect.
Soon, Dongfang Wudao entered, followed closely by Shen Qingqiu.
The moment she stepped in, Shen Qingqiu’s expression changed—countless eyes locked onto her all at once.
The Dongfang clan’s members looked at each other in surprise, their gazes filled with shock.
Especially the Grand Elders—they saw something different.
“This girl’s physique… it’s not ordinary.”
“Feels like an Innate Dao Body.”
Just a hint of aura leaked from Shen Qingqiu, and they sensed something unusual.
The nine Heir Candidates were stunned. Dongfang Le was especially frustrated—this woman was simply too beautiful!
She wore a flowing purple brocade immortal robe, a light purple tassel headpiece, and a purple bracelet on her right wrist. Standing there, she radiated tranquility and grace.
The other candidates couldn’t even bring themselves to look directly at her. In all their lives, they had never seen a woman so beautiful.
“This is Shen Qingqiu,” Dongfang Wudao said simply. No explanation, no elaboration.
The nine Heir Candidates looked puzzled.
Wasn’t the Divine Son interested in someone named Si Hanyue?
Only the Elders, Grand Elders, Patriarch, and Ancestor knew the truth.
Zi Shuyan stepped down and approached Shen Qingqiu.
“What a delicate young lady,” she said, then took out a ring.
“This is a gift for you.”
Looking at this gentle woman before her, Shen Qingqiu’s eyes filled with sympathy.
Even after Dongfang Wudao blackened, this woman always loved him deeply.
It was said that after hearing of his death, she gave up her cultivation path, fell into madness, and burned her soul.
She summoned the Nine Heavens Chaos Divine Thunder, enduring unbearable pain, seeking revenge for Dongfang Wudao.
But she only lasted half a month. In that time, dozens of domains in the Hongmeng Immortal Domain vanished. Blood rained under the same sun and moon.
It was her death that caused Dongfang Wudao to appear again—completely blackened.
When he returned, he had achieved supreme cultivation, set up the Nine Dragons Heaven-Slaughter Formation, used himself as the catalyst, sacrificed all beings, and killed Heaven itself to avenge his mother.
Dongfang Wudao believed it was Heaven that summoned the divine thunder to kill her.
Even the Chosen Ones who later obstructed Dongfang Wudao were sacrificed one by one.
Maybe that was fate.
Shen Qingqiu snapped out of it, looked at the gift in her hand, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Even Saint Artifacts had been given. These were gifts from the Grand Elders.
Though the regular Elders weren’t as generous, their spirit pills and elixirs were plentiful.
There were even many Nirvana and King Realm pills, each worth a fortune outside. She now had over a hundred of them.
It wasn’t that they gave little—but that they gave too much.
From rags to riches, she had become a little rich lady overnight.
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Seeing so many treasures, Shen Qingqiu was overwhelmed with joy.
But just then, a distinct hand appeared and took everything she had received.
Shen Qingqiu stared blankly at Dongfang Wudao.
“You’re still young. I’ll hold on to these for you. When you grow up, I’ll give them back.”
The grand hall fell silent.
The Grand Elders exchanged glances, coughed, and left.
Especially the Great Grand Elder—as Dongfang Wudao’s grandfather, his face flushed red.
He hadn’t realized his grandson could be so shameless.
Even Zi Shuyan was stunned. She opened the void and quietly left.
She couldn’t take the embarrassment of having such a shameless son.
In the blink of an eye, only Dongfang Wudao and Shen Qingqiu remained in the grand hall.
Shen Qingqiu looked at him seriously.
“Dongfang Wudao, draw your weapon. Today, one of us must die.”
Soon after, groans echoed through the hall.
“Dongfang Wudao! You despicable, shameless, scheming scumbag! Let me go if you have the guts!”
“You petty, manipulative man!”
Shen Qingqiu was tied to a pillar. Dongfang Wudao walked away.
Not long after, her bindings vanished.
She stormed outside. Many people saw her furious expression and quickly turned away, pretending not to see.
“Where’s Dongfang Wudao’s palace?”
Dongfang Qingtian stepped out.
“Miss, I know where the Divine Son’s palace is.”
With fire in her eyes, Shen Qingqiu looked at Dongfang Qingtian and offered a grateful smile.
“Then I’ll trouble you.”
The crowd looked at Dongfang Qingtian in confusion.
The Ninth Elder walked out, face stern, and looked at Dongfang Qingtian.
“Come back with me.”
Dongfang Qingtian ignored him entirely.
The Ninth Elder’s expression darkened, about to act.
“Senior, I know him. It’s fine.”
Hearing that, the Ninth Elder’s face became even darker.
“Senior, there are some things you simply can’t stop.”