Dongyuan Sacred Residence, Jingzhou — Feng Family.
In the side courtyard, inside a crude thatched hut.
Feng Xi lay quietly on the old, worn-out bed she once used. Her body twitched from time to time, as though tormented by some invisible force.
The maid Qin Yan stood beside the bed, her face filled with worry and anxiety as she kept calling out to Feng Xi.
“Miss, what’s wrong with you? Please don’t scare this servant!”
Qin Yan’s voice trembled with tears, and helpless sobs escaped her lips.
Ten days ago, Feng Xi had been fished out of the river by someone. Because of the token she carried, she was sent back to the Feng family.
She had been unconscious for ten days, and the only person staying beside her to take care of her was Qin Yan—the maid who had accompanied her since childhood.
Inside the Divine Core Space—
“Do you know your mistake now?” Tianmu asked.
Feng Xi, whose soul had just been struck by heavenly lightning and was sprawled on the ground like a flipped turtle, struggled to turn herself over. For the sake of her life, she knelt obediently, nodding eagerly like a flattering lackey.
“Yes, yes, yes. Father Tianmu, I know I was wrong. I’m familiar with Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion—it’s in the northern courtyard of the Feng family.”
Tianmu was very satisfied with her attitude.
“In that case, hurry to the first realm and rescue the Child of Fortune. Do not delay.”
As the words fell, Feng Xi felt a gust of wind pass by. Her soul instantly awakened.
When she opened her eyes, the environment before her seemed strangely familiar. Those unpleasant memories in her mind surged forward like a tidal wave.
“Miss, you’ve finally woken up. I thought I would never see you again.”
Qin Yan choked back tears.
Feng Xi sat up and looked at her in confusion.
The little girl before her had her hair tied into two small buns, wearing coarse brown linen clothes, with a few freckles scattered across her face.
In Feng Xi’s memories, Qin Yan had died when they were young—beaten to death while trying to save her.
But now she was alive?
What had happened over the past hundred years…?
“You’re Qin Yan?” Feng Xi asked uncertainly.
Qin Yan nodded, unable to hide her excitement.
“Yes, Miss. I’m Qin Yan. Back then it was the Young Master who saved me. But I never expected Miss would be driven out of the Feng family. All these years, this servant has been searching for you.”
Young Master?
Ah… right. Her so-called brother.
But hadn’t he always hated her? Why would he save Qin Yan, who helped her escape…?
Feng Xi clearly remembered that when she was expelled from the Feng family, her brother had played no small part in pushing things along.
But now, she was no longer the weak little waste she had been back then.
She was the mighty Northern Tomb Demon Sovereign—Feng Qintian.
A trace of gentleness rarely seen in her for many years flickered in Feng Xi’s eyes. She reached out and gently patted Qin Yan’s head.
“It’s alright. I don’t blame you. These years must have been very hard for you.”
Qin Yan shook her head with a bright smile.
“Not at all. Being able to see Miss again—this servant doesn’t feel any hardship.”
【Enough with the greetings. You must hurry to Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion.】
Tianmu’s cold voice sounded in Feng Xi’s mind.
【Got it. By the way, Tianmu—my return to the Feng family… that was your doing too, wasn’t it?】
Feng Xi replied through her thoughts while speaking gently to Qin Yan.
“It’s alright now.”
She wiped the tears from Qin Yan’s face.
“I still have something to do, so I need to go out for a while. Stay here and wait for me to come back.”
【That has nothing to do with me. Everything follows the law of cause and effect.】 Tianmu replied.
Cause and effect?
Feng Xi had never believed in such things. She only believed in herself.
She stood up, and with a flicker of movement, disappeared from Qin Yan’s sight.
Qin Yan remained standing there blankly, unable to help but sigh in her heart.
Miss has become so powerful now… but I…
A trace of bitterness slowly appeared on her face.
Northern Courtyard, Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion—
Feng Xi crouched in the bushes, calmly searching through the treasures in her storage space.
Earlier, when she used her spiritual power, she discovered that her cultivation had already broken through. In other words, she had successfully survived the tribulation and only by coincidence became entangled with this so-called “Tianmu.”
Thinking about the scenes where she glimpsed the secrets of heaven, combined with her current Golden Immortal cultivation, the people of the Feng family were nothing but ants to her.
Now that she had returned, she might as well properly settle accounts with them.
【What are you waiting for? Hurry and go inside.】 Tianmu urged.
Feng Xi curved her lips slightly and took out a high-level magical treasure from her space, one capable of concealing her cultivation, and wore it on her body.
【Alright, alright. I’ll go in and rescue Cang Mochen now.】
A crafty glint flashed in Feng Xi’s eyes.
She had no intention of being manipulated by fate like in the dream.
If she was asked to save Cang Mochen… she would.
But Tianmu never said how she had to save him. Thinking about the way he looked in the dream—burning with desire yet lacking ability—made her feel nauseous.
She had no reason to sacrifice herself for such a flamboyant man.
Marry no one but him?
What nonsense…
She, Feng Xi, would never trust anyone in this life—let alone fall in love with a man and insist on marrying him.
Feng Xi straightened her red dress, swaying her slender waist like a water snake as the crisp sound of bells followed her steps into Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion.
She disliked wearing shoes. For many years she had walked barefoot, with matching high-level defensive magical artifacts on her wrists and ankles. With every step she took, the bells attached to them rang clearly.
She had obtained these artifacts during one of her past adventures. They had accompanied her through countless battles, allowing her to survive again and again on the edge of death.
Thus she named them—“Step by Step, Survival.”
The moment she entered, another person appeared shortly after.
【System, are you sure that seductive fox-like woman just now is the Chosen Daughter of Heaven of this world?】
Nan Xian’s eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
【Host, please rest assured. According to this system’s analysis, there is absolutely no mistake. As long as you successfully capture the Chosen Daughter of Heaven, you will be able to leave this world and return to your original world.】
The buzzing voice of the system echoed in his mind.
Nan Xian had originally been an unfortunate office worker from the twenty-second century.
Unexpectedly, during one of his overtime shifts, exhaustion caused him to transmigrate into this so-called Nine Provinces Divine Continent.
He had become—
The King of the Demon Realm of the Southern Dynasty’s Demon Domain.
And for some inexplicable reason, he also gained a strategy system.
Seeing that his target was a flirtatious and seductive woman gave him a massive headache.
In his life, the people he hated most were exactly this type—especially after arriving in this world. The first person he came to despise was the Demon Sovereign of the Northern Tomb Demon Abyss—Feng Qintian.
Clearly a man, yet he wore a flashy red robe and hid his face behind a mask.
Not only that, but he never showed anyone mercy. Just a few months ago, although Nan Xian lost to him in battle, the other party forced the dignified Demon King to lie on the ground and bark like a dog.
Because of that, Nan Xian now extremely disliked anyone wearing red clothes.
Inside Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion—
Just as Feng Xi had foreseen, the room was dimly lit by candlelight, with an intoxicating incense burning in the air.
As Feng Xi approached, she indeed saw a man lying on the bed behind the red curtains.
He was handsome, with a trace of arrogance between his brows.
At this moment his clothes were disheveled, his cheeks flushed, and his entire body exuded an indescribable temptation—as if waiting for someone… to claim him.
It was exactly the scene she had foreseen.
The flamboyant man burning with desire was indeed Cang Mochen.
Feng Xi gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and suddenly pulled aside the red curtain while shouting loudly:
“Are you even a man? Who are you putting on that ‘come claim me’ look for? Don’t think that just because your clothes are messy and your face is flushed that I’ll jump into bed with you. Hurry up—get up!”