Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

the next day.

The sky over the capital city has collapsed.

It's not just a description, it really collapsed.

The sun was blazing, and the old yellow dog on the street was panting with its tongue lolling out.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the area.

Wu Dalang, the man selling sesame cakes, had just put a batch of sesame cakes into the oven when he looked up and saw the fire tongs in his hand fall to the ground with a clatter, hitting his foot but forgetting the pain.

The sky above the palace was filled with a large, dark ship.

The ship was ridiculously large, its hull pressed down on the clouds, and a pale white character for "forget" was embroidered on its black canvas, fluttering in the wind.

No sound.

The entire temple was deathly silent.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling aura descended from the sky.

The people on the street knelt down in droves, like harvested wheat.

Someone opened their mouth wide as if to shout, but could only make a "clucking" sound, as if someone was choking them.

That is a power that no mortal can withstand.

That was divine might.

A white figure slowly emerged from the spirit boat.

It's a man.

Dressed in pristine white, immaculate and without a trace of dust, he walked down the void step by step, without a flying sword or clouds beneath his feet.

He walked very slowly, and with each step he took, the air above the capital city trembled.

He didn't even glance at the millions of lives on his feet.

In his eyes, the people of this city were no different from the ants on the roadside or the crickets in the grass.

He is a special envoy of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, the Mysterious Yin True Man.

Peak of the Profound Realm.

In this mortal world, which they call the "Wasteland," he is a god.

Xuan Yin Zhenren landed directly on the top of the Zhaixing Tower.

The wind on the rooftop was strong, making his clothes flutter, but it couldn't move his long hair, which was neatly tied up with a jade hairpin.

The Imperial Advisor stood there.

She was still wearing that bronze mask, her black robe covering her completely, and the black cat behind her was arching its back, its fur standing on end, emitting a threatening growl from its throat.

"I have met the special envoy."

The Imperial Advisor bowed slightly, his voice hoarse.

Master Xuan Yin ignored her bow and looked past her towards the magnificent golden hall deep within the palace.

"Time is up."

His voice was very soft and faint, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"That heart is ripe."

The Imperial Advisor's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly, his nails piercing his palm.

"Special Envoy Rong Bing."

The Imperial Advisor raised his head, his tone humble, "Although Gu Xiang has already entered the court as an official and cultivated a strong sense of righteousness, his skill... is still lacking. If we forcibly take it now, I'm afraid the medicine's efficacy will be greatly reduced."

Xuan Yin Zhenren finally turned his head and glanced at her.

That look was like looking at a disobedient watchdog.

"Is it a bit lacking?"

Xuan Yin Zhenren's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He raised his hand and gently tapped with his index finger.

There was no flashy light, nor any earth-shattering sound.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

The bronze mask on the Grand Preceptor's face shattered.

The shard grazed her beautiful face, leaving a trail of blood.

The immense force struck her, and the Imperial Advisor groaned as her knees slammed heavily to the ground, the kneecaps cracking with a sickening sound.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood splattered onto the bluestone slabs of the Star-Picking Tower, a shocking sight.

"A mere watchdog dares to haggle with its owner?"

Xuan Yin Zhenren withdrew his hand, not even bothering to use his spiritual power to shake off the speck of dust clinging to his fingertips.

"This abandoned land is devoid of spiritual energy and filthy. If it weren't for nurturing this Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, the sect would have smashed this place to pieces long ago."

The Imperial Advisor lay on the ground, his long hair disheveled, obscuring half his face.

She bit her lip hard, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth and dripping onto her black robe, where it instantly spread.

The black cat tried to pounce, but was pinned to the ground by the oppressive aura emanating from Xuan Yin Zhenren, unable to move and only able to let out mournful whimpers.

"Our ancestor is currently in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Great Emperor realm, and urgently needs this exquisite heart as a medicinal ingredient."

Xuan Yin Zhenren stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the once arrogant and powerful demon race expert at his feet.

"Three days."

He held up three fingers.

"Three days from now, I want to see that heart on my desk. If it's missing a pore, or dead..."

Master Xuan Yin smiled, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"I will refine all the millions of people in this capital into blood pills to help my ancestor break through."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at the Imperial Advisor, turned around, and took to the air.

A powerful divine sense swept out from him, instantly covering the entire capital city.

It's like an invisible eye, hanging high in the sky, staring intently at every corner of this city.

Nobody can escape.

……

Zuixianju, backyard.

"Click."

A soft, crisp sound.

The blue-and-white porcelain teacup in Su Qing's hand shattered into powder.

The scalding hot tea dripped down her fair fingers, landing on the table and rising in a puff of white steam.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, her beautiful peach blossom eyes fixed intently on the direction of the palace.

That aura...

too familiar.

That was the aura of cultivators, the stench of those who were high above and looked down on all things.

Peak of the Profound Realm.

An existence that is just one step away from becoming a saint.

Su Qing's heart suddenly clenched.

Without the support of her original body's magic, her current clone has less than a 30% chance of winning in a real fight.

Most importantly, the other party is not a single person.

That is the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

It is the most colossal creature in the world.

"My wife? My wife!"

A hand waved in front of her eyes.

Su Qing snapped back to her senses, the murderous intent that had just been contained in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a reproachful expression.

"What are you doing? Trying to call back my soul?"

Gu Xiang was wearing a brand-new pair of black satin official boots. He put his right foot on the stool and stomped it hard.

"I want to ask if these shoes fit me."

Gu Xiang grinned sheepishly, completely unaware of what had just happened. "The sky suddenly went dark for a moment, which startled me. I thought it was going to pour. But now it's bright again. It's really strange."

He was just a mortal.

Although he possessed a strong sense of righteousness, he was not as sensitive to the pressure from cultivators as a human cultivator.

In addition, Su Qing had secretly intervened earlier, shielding him from most of the oppressive feeling, so this fool only thought it was because of the bad weather.

Looking at his silly expression, Su Qing suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

That idiot.

I'm still thinking about my wedding in three days.

I'm still thinking about how to make those new shoes more comfortable so I can offer more toasts at the wedding.

Little did they know, a knife that had been hanging over their heads was about to fall.

"It fits perfectly, it fits very well."

Su Qing casually wiped the tea stains off the table, forcing a smile, "You have high insteps, so I had the shoes made a little wider."

"I knew it! My wife still loves me the most!"

Gu Xiang happily put on the other shoe and walked around the room twice, striding around with great vigor.

"Oh right, I think I heard something break just now?"

Gu Xiang stopped and looked at the table with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, I just slipped and broke a cup."

Su Qing hid her hands in her sleeves, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

Just then.

A paper crane wobbled in through the window.

The paper crane was stained with blood and flew crookedly, as if it had been seriously injured.

It landed on the table in front of Su Qing, flapped its wings twice, and then remained still.

Gu Xiang curiously leaned closer: "What's this? Whose kid folded this?"

Su Qing grabbed the paper crane and released her spiritual energy from her palm.

An extremely faint divine thought entered her mind.

There are only four characters.

"Enter the palace immediately."

The handwriting was messy, revealing a deep sense of despair and anxiety.

It's that old hag.

Su Qing's face instantly darkened.

To be able to push that arrogant imperial advisor to this point, it seems that the white-robed man's background is even more significant than she imagined.

"My lady, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

Gu Xiang sensed something was wrong, his smile faded, and he looked at her with concern, "Is it... your period? Does your stomach hurt?"

Su Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

She stood up, walked over to Gu Xiang, and reached out to straighten his slightly crooked collar.

The movements were very light and slow.

It's as if they want to etch this moment of tenderness into their very bones.

"Gu Xiang".

Su Qing looked into his eyes and called out softly.

"Yes, I'm here."

Gu Xiang responded instinctively.

"Since these shoes fit well, don't take them off. Wear them more often to wear down their stiffness so they won't rub your feet on your wedding day."

Su Qing's fingers traced his cheek, her fingertips slightly cool.

"Alright, I'll listen to my wife."

Gu Xiang grabbed her hand, breathed on it, and said, "Why are your hands so cold? Are you not dressed warmly enough?"

Su Qing did not answer.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Gu Xiang on the forehead.

The kiss was light, yet burning hot.

The heat made Gu Xiang freeze, her face instantly turning red to her ears.

"My wife, what... what are you doing...?"

In broad daylight, don't they have any sense of propriety?

"I have to go out for a bit. You'll have dinner by yourself, don't wait for me."

Su Qing released her grip and took a step back.

Before Gu Xiang could react, a flash of red light suddenly appeared on her body.

"Hey? Where are you going? It's almost time to eat..."

Before Gu Xiang could finish speaking, everything went blurry.

Su Qing transformed into a streak of red light, bursting out of the window and speeding towards the palace.

The speed was astonishing; even the window paper was shattered by the strong wind.

Gu Xiang stood there blankly, still holding her hand in the same position as before.

The warmth of her fingertips seemed to linger in my palm.

"What...what happened?"

Gu Xiang looked at the broken window and suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

It was as if... something important was slipping away from him.

He lowered his head and looked at the brand-new official boots on his feet.

Dark red cloud patterns are embroidered on a black satin surface.

That was a design drawn by Su Qing herself.

"Breaking in your feet..."

Gu Xiang muttered to himself, his brows gradually furrowing.

He may be a bit slow-witted, but he's not stupid.

The look in Su Qing's eyes just now didn't seem like she was going out on business.

It's more like...

Farewell.