After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

When Jiang Huaijin stepped out of Xie Xingran's room, his steps were somewhat unsteady.

He couldn't say when he got up or how he walked through the corridors of the Saintess's Residence back to the room Liu Qingwan had prepared for him.

All I remember is that when I left, the faint, uniquely infantile milky scent lingered around my nose, almost tangible, clinging on and refusing to dissipate.

The bed was soft, and the bedding was warm from being sun-dried. As Jiang Huaijin lay down, his nerves, which had been tense for hundreds of years, suddenly relaxed.

The blood-red demonic energy, flashing swords, and raging flames that used to haunt his dreams had all vanished. In their place was a hazy, warm light, filled with a sweet, milky scent that was so gentle it almost made him want to drown in it.

That's Xie Xingran's scent.

The resentment from his past life, like a malignant tumor, gnawed at his soul day and night. But tonight, enveloped in that milky scent, the deep-seated pain and resentment melted away silently, like spring snow meeting the warm sun.

This was the first time Jiang Huaijin had slept without a dream since his rebirth, and it was also the most peaceful and restful sleep he had had in a hundred years.

As Jiang Huaijin's figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Xie Xingran, who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. Her dark, bright eyes showed no trace of the drowsiness of just waking up; instead, they shone with an astonishing brightness.

The next second, his consciousness drifted into his own personal consciousness space.

There floated a golden treasure chest, as tall as half a person, with intricate cloud patterns carved on its body and tiny glittering lights inlaid at the corners. It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary object.

"They've already accumulated enough villain points so quickly!"

Xie Xingran rubbed her little hands excitedly, then took short, quick steps to the treasure chest, her cheeks flushed red with excitement.

He originally thought it would take more effort, but he didn't expect that Jiang Huaijin, the chosen one, could provide so many villain points. This efficiency was beyond his expectations!

He eagerly stretched out his chubby finger and gently touched the lock on the treasure chest.

The next second, the treasure chest suddenly burst forth with rays of multicolored light, which intertwined to form a dazzling light curtain, illuminating the entire consciousness space as if in a dream.

At the same time, a crisp mechanical voice rang in his mind: "Congratulations, host Xie Xingran, you have successfully obtained the reward—the Chaos Spiritual Root!"

"This spiritual root is formed from the primordial essence of heaven and earth, without any attribute restrictions. It can absorb all types of spiritual energy in the world, and its cultivation speed far surpasses that of ordinary spiritual roots!"

"Hahaha! I knew it!"

Xie Xingran could no longer contain her joy. She put her hands on her hips and burst into laughter, her voice clear and unrestrained. "I, Xie Xingran, was born to be the protagonist!"

So what if I'm bound to this inexplicable cannon fodder villain system?

The appearance of this chaotic spiritual root proves that his protagonist aura is unstoppable, doesn't it?

Xie Xingran tilted her head, secretly enjoying herself.

Although he hasn't yet figured out the cultivation system of this immortal cultivation world, he doesn't know the relationship between the number of spiritual roots and the quality of aptitude.

But he knew very well that, no matter which world it was, anything that had the word "chaos" on it was absolutely the best of the best, a treasure that others could only dream of.

In his previous life in modern times, although he was an illegitimate child with an awkward status, he was deeply loved by the Xie family.

The resources, money, and connections that others strive for are nothing more than readily available possessions to him.

He was always the center of attention at every banquet hosted by the Xie family.

Those nominal legitimate children of wealthy families, and even those from collateral branches of the Xie family, all fawned over him and tried to curry favor with him, hoping that he would say a good word for them in front of their elder brother, Xie Yanfeng, and pave the way for their future.

Even if he dies unexpectedly later, he will be bound to the system, not only gaining the chance to be reborn, but also being directly reincarnated into the immortal cultivation continent, with the possibility of embarking on the path of immortality.

Cultivating immortality—that's the ability to fly through the sky, escape into the earth, and achieve eternal life!

It is infinitely more tempting than modern cold high technology and money that you can't take with you when you die!

Moreover, the cheat codes and background provided by the system are standard features of a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel.

And then there's his incredible luck!

In his past life, he never got a bad gacha pull; he was guaranteed a golden item within 50 pulls, and opening limited and hidden blind boxes was a piece of cake for him.

Now, through sheer luck, she has unlocked a Chaos Spiritual Root. If she's not the protagonist, then who is?

Before the echo of the system announcement had faded, the ball of light enveloped in multicolored rays of light in the consciousness space slowly drifted over and gently merged into Xie Xingran's body under his curious gaze.

In an instant, a warm and gentle force swept over her entire body. Xie Xingran felt all her muscles and bones relax, and her body, which had been somewhat soft and cuddly like a baby's, became incredibly light, as if she could float away at any moment.

He instinctively opened his eyes and saw countless tiny specks of light floating in the room.

The blue water spirit is as clear as a stream, the green wood spirit is as warm as a bud, the red fire spirit is scorching but not burning, and there is also the golden metal spirit, the brown earth spirit... all intertwined to form a magnificent sea of ​​light.

As if drawn by something, these spiritual energies converged at an astonishing speed, rushing into his body in a frenzy.

The power was so comforting, like soaking in warm milk or being enveloped in a gentle embrace, that Xie Xingran couldn't help but yawn, her eyelids gradually becoming heavy.

Before he could even ponder the strange phenomenon of spiritual energy gathering, he fell into a deep sleep, nourished by the energy, his little mouth slightly open and a satisfied smile on his lips.

On the other side, in a side hall of the Saintess's Residence, Liu Qingwan stood quietly by the window, her gaze fixed on the direction of Xie Xingran's room.

Only after sensing that Jiang Huaijin's aura had completely left the area of ​​the Saintess's Residence did she slowly raise her hand, her fingertips forming a hand seal, and the pale blue spiritual energy barrier surrounding Xie Xingran's door quietly dissipated.

That was a soundproofing spell she had set up earlier, which could not only isolate the sounds in the room, but also conceal the fluctuations of spiritual energy. Jiang Huaijin was crying and making a fuss in the room, all because of Liu Qingwan's help, which prevented it from attracting the attention of other disciples of the Holy Land.

Liu Qingwan walked lightly to Xie Xingran's door and pushed it open to enter.

Her gaze swept across the corner of the wall, where she saw several maids lying limply on the ground, breathing steadily, but unconscious.

Liu Qingwan flicked her finger, and several streams of gentle spiritual energy shot into the maids' brows, waking them up.

The maids slowly awoke, and upon opening their eyes and seeing Liu Qingwan, their faces turned deathly pale. They scrambled to their feet, knelt down, and pleaded for forgiveness in trembling voices:

"Holy Maiden, please forgive me! I don't know why I suddenly fainted and failed to protect my young master. Please punish me!"

Seeing their panicked expressions, Liu Qingwan gently shook her head: "It's alright, this has nothing to do with you. You must be tired today, go and rest. I'll stay with Ranran tonight."

"Yes, thank you for your grace, Holy Maiden!"

The maids quickly thanked him, stood up cautiously, and tiptoed out of the room, each with a deep look of doubt on their face.

They couldn't understand how they could suddenly lose consciousness when they were perfectly fine. Luckily, their little master was safe and sound; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to pay for it with their own lives!

The door was gently closed, and silence returned to the room.

Liu Qingwan walked slowly to the cradle, bent down, and carefully lifted Xie Xingran out of the cradle.

The little one was sleeping soundly, his little head resting gently on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her neck, his soft little body carrying a milky scent, instantly melting Liu Qingwan's heart.

But as she looked at Xie Xingran's peaceful sleeping face, a deep sorrow and confusion gradually appeared on Liu Qingwan's beautiful face.

She lowered her head, gently stroking the top of her son's soft hair, her voice choked with emotion, filled with endless sorrow: "Ranran... my Ranran..."

A sigh, seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, dissipated in the silent room.

"What should I do with my mother?"

She gently stroked Xie Xingran's cheek, her fingertips trembling slightly. "You were born with extraordinary signs, and you are also entangled in the old grudges with that child Jiang Huaijin."

"The path to immortality is long and uncertain, how can I, as your mother, both protect you and raise you to be a kind and good child?"