On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, I was executed and became Yang Jian's brother-in-law.

Deep within chaos lies a paradise of illusion.

This place is still that breathtaking peach blossom forest, but today, Yang Chan has transformed it into the Kunlun Snow Mountain of yesteryear using the Lotus Lantern.

The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily. Although it was an illusion, the biting cold was incredibly realistic, and even the feel of the snow falling on one's face was exactly the same.

Su Bai, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a pot of strong liquor called "Drunken Immortal Brew," was staggering through the snow.

After this period of "training" and "resistance," Su Bai finally realized a truth: in the territory of these crazy women, there is no good outcome if you fight back. Not only will you be tortured to the point of ecstasy by all kinds of play, but you will also arouse Yang Chan's stronger desire for control.

If you want to live more comfortably, or even find a chance to turn things around, you have to learn to act.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

"Yao...is that you?"

Su Bai stared ahead, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.

There, Yang Chan, transformed into the "Queen Mother of the West," stood in the wind and snow, dressed in a simple white gown, her eyes cool and aloof, her demeanor noble. If Su Bai hadn't known her perfectly well, he might have truly believed that the former ruler of the Jade Pool, who once commanded the female immortals, was right before his eyes.

"Husband, you've had too much to drink."

Yang Chan imitated the tone of the Queen Mother of the West, her voice was cold and distant, but the expectation in her eyes could not be hidden.

She relished this feeling of being in control. In this world, she was the screenwriter, the director, and the sole female lead. She could make Su Bai experience countless loves and hates in the illusion, thus filling the bottomless emptiness in her heart.

"Drunk? No... I didn't drink too much!"

Su Bai laughed loudly, tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine. The spicy liquid dripped down his chin, wetting his clothes. He stumbled towards "Queen Mother of the West" and grabbed her wrist.

"Yao, do you know? All these years... I've actually always thought of you as..."

Su Bai let out a hiccup, his eyes glazed over, as if he was trying hard to make out the person in front of him.

Yang Chan's heart suddenly raced.

This was the part she most wanted to hear. In this script, she was the high and mighty Queen Mother of the West, while Su Bai was the wanderer who loved her but could not have her, and was deeply infatuated with her.

"What do you take me for?" Yang Chan asked impatiently, even gripping Su Bai's hand tightly. "Tell me, I'm your Yao."

Su Bai looked at her, his eyes suddenly clearing for a moment before quickly becoming cloudy again. He released his grip, swaying as he took two steps back, pointed at "Queen Mother of the West," and a bitter yet relieved smile appeared on his face.

"I treat you like... a younger sister."

The air froze instantly.

Yang Chan's expectant expression froze, replaced by an impending outburst of anger.

Even if it was all an act, even if it was just an illusion, hearing Su Bai say that he considered "Queen Mother of the West" his younger sister still stirred up an indescribable jealousy in her heart. Although her current identity was Queen Mother of the West, she was essentially still Yang Chan.

This schizophrenic jealousy made her want to tear apart the pretense in front of her.

"younger sister?!"

Yang Chan gritted her teeth, her voice becoming shrill, "Do you think we're only siblings in your heart? What about the time we spent together in the snowy mountains? What about our life-and-death bond during the Battle of Zhuolu?"

"Yeah... what does it matter?"

Su Bai plopped down in the snow, clutching his wine flask, and said, as if talking to himself or speaking his true feelings after drinking, "Yao, you are too perfect, too noble. You are the head of all female immortals, the lord of Kunlun. What virtue or ability do I, Su Bai, possess to dare to have improper thoughts about you?"

"and……"

Su Bai paused, and a tenderness he had never shown before suddenly appeared on his face. That tenderness was like a spring breeze and rain, instantly melting the ice in Yang Chan's heart.

"Besides, my heart is too small; it's already been filled up by that silly girl."

Yang Chan was shocked. The anger that was about to erupt vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of ecstasy.

"Silly girl? Which silly girl?" Yang Chan's voice trembled. She asked knowingly, yet longed to hear the definite answer.

"Who else could it be?"

Su Bai gave a wry smile and gestured in the air, "It's that Yang Chan who's always crying and whining, yet dares to defy the whole world for me..."

"How foolish she was. For me, she even gave up being a saint; for me, she dared to risk her life on Mount Ling; for me... she even lost herself."

At this point, a tear slid down Su Bai's cheek, her voice choked with emotion: "Yao, do you know? Sometimes I'm really scared. Scared that she'll get hurt, scared that she'll be wronged. But I'm also so happy, so happy that there's such a fool in this world, whose heart and eyes are only for me."

"Compared to you, the unapproachable Lord of Kunlun, I... I love that little crybaby who cries because I'm hurt much more."

I miss her... I really miss her.

After saying this, Su Bai tilted his head and collapsed completely drunk in the snow, muttering the name "Chan'er" under his breath.

The wind and snow continued to blow.

But Yang Chan felt her whole body getting hot, as if her blood was boiling.

She abruptly shed her disguise as the "Queen Mother of the West," revealing her true form. She rushed over and tightly embraced the unconscious Su Bai, tears streaming down her face, but her face beamed like that of a child who had received candy.

"My husband... I knew it, I knew you loved me the most!"

"What are those women? What is the Queen Mother of the West? What is the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit? In your heart, only I am the most important!"

"Don't worry, we'll never be apart. This is our home, and I'll stay with you forever."

Yang Chan kissed Su Bai's cheeks passionately. This affirmation, obtained through a "third-person perspective," was more intoxicating than any sweet words. Her unease and suspicion were greatly satisfied at this moment.

however.

This satisfaction did not last long.

When Yang Chan settled Su Bai in and looked at his sleeping profile, a strange chill suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.

This is a psychology unique to criminals—a fear of loss.

Like a murderer who has just committed the perfect killing, after the initial euphoria, she falls into endless panic and suspicion. She will constantly replay every detail in her mind, afraid that she has left a flaw somewhere, afraid that the police will knock on the door at any moment.

Yang Chan is in this state right now.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the peach blossoms outside the window, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Something's not right...

Yang Chan muttered to herself, "Weren't the Queen Mother of the West and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit acting a little too 'cooperative' that day at Mount Hua?"

"The Queen Mother of the West is at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, and the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit is the head of the female immortals of the Intercepting Sect. Aren't they both incredibly shrewd? Aren't they both ancient monsters who have lived for countless eons? Would they so easily believe that I am already dead?"

"Even if the illusion of the Lotus Lantern's self-destruction is made to be very realistic, even if...that person (Nuwa's incarnation) secretly helps, it is still an innate spiritual treasure. Can it really leave no trace at all?"

The more Yang Chan thought about it, the more panicked she became.

She recalled how tragically Princess Iron Fan cried that day, and how heartbroken the Queen Mother of the West looked. At the time, it felt very satisfying, but now, looking back, it seemed a bit contrived.

"It's going too smoothly...everything is going too smoothly."

"It went so smoothly, it was as if...they were deliberately putting on an act for me."

Once this thought popped into Yang Chan's head, it grew wildly in her heart like weeds.

What if they're acting?

What if they had already discovered the clues, but only pretended to believe it to avoid alerting the enemy?

"No, I need to get it checked out."

Yang Chan suddenly stood up, and in a flash, she left the bamboo house and arrived at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Paradise.

This is the only passage connecting chaos and the small world, and also her greatest weakness.

"The Lotus Lantern, appear!"

Yang Chan summoned the Lotus Lantern, its eerie blue light instantly illuminating the void. She formed hand seals, casting a series of complex incantations as she scanned the spatial nodes surrounding the entrance again and again.

"No abnormalities..."

"It's not here either..."

"The restriction is intact and shows no signs of being touched by external forces."

Yang Chan checked it carefully three times, not even missing the dust in the void.

The magical light of the Lotus Lantern was indeed powerful, almost completely covering all spiritual energy fluctuations. However, Yang Chan hadn't anticipated the "Samadhi True Fire Seal" left by the old sage Laozi for Princess Iron Fan.

The mark is formless and intangible, not belonging to the five elements of spiritual power, but rather formed from the primordial fire seed, and is in a state of absolute dormancy. Unless activated by a specific incantation, it is like a speck of dust in the void, completely undetectable.

Even Yang Chan, who possessed the Lotus Lantern, failed to notice the fatal mark without knowing its existence.

"call……"

After the search yielded no results, Yang Chan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "It seems I was overthinking it. The Lotus Lantern was a gift from a sage, and this place is deep within chaos; how could they possibly find it?"

Although she tried to comfort herself with this thought, Yang Chan could never get rid of the thorn in her heart.

It's an intuition, a sixth sense unique to women.

"No, I'm still not at ease."

Yang Chan stared at the deep chaos, her eyes flickering uncertainly. "Just staying here isn't enough. I need to know what's happening outside. I need to know if they've really given up."

"If they are really acting, then they must be plotting something in secret right now."

"Who poses the greatest threat?"

Several candidates quickly flashed through Yang Chan's mind.

The Queen Mother of the West? She is in the Kunlun Mountains, far away.

The Golden Spirit Mother? It is said that she disbanded the Jie Sect and went into seclusion.

Princess Iron Fan? She's just a brainless crybaby, nothing to be afraid of.

"Calm down!"

Yang Chan's pupils suddenly contracted.

If we were to say who in the Three Realms is most capable of finding Su Bai's true spirit, it would definitely be Lady Pingxin, who controls the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

"The underworld governs life and death. If Su Bai faked his death, there would be no record of it in the Book of Life and Death. But Pingxin is a Saint of the Underworld. If she uses the power of reincarnation to forcibly deduce... she might be able to sense her husband's whereabouts!"

"We need to confirm Pingxin's attitude!"

Yang Chan gritted her teeth and made a bold decision.

She couldn't go in person; that would make her too conspicuous and easily expose her.

"Soul Splitting Technique!"

Yang Chan sat down cross-legged, enduring the excruciating pain, and forcibly tore a wisp of her soul from her primordial spirit.

This wisp of soul was extremely weak, carrying no trace of the Lotus Lantern's aura, and even Yang Chan's original magical power fluctuations had been erased. It looked like a dazed, wandering soul that had just died.

"Go."

Yang Chan whispered to the wisp of soul, "Infiltrate the Underworld and see what that Lady Pingxin is up to. If she's really in seclusion, that's fine, but if she's up to something..."

"Hmph, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Under Yang Chan's control, the wisp of soul disguised as a wandering spirit silently slipped out of the small world and merged into the occasional stream of remnant souls drifting through the vast chaos, heading towards the Netherworld of the prehistoric land.

Yang Chan stared at the direction where the divided soul had disappeared, her face pale, but her eyes were terrifyingly sinister.

"My husband, please don't blame me for being suspicious."

"I just... really wanted to keep you here."