He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Qin's heart softened.

Her son was different from other children from a young age.

Other children cry, fuss, and whine, but her son never does.

He was as quiet as a deep pool of water, looking at everything with indifference, even his smile rarely warm.

This was the first time he had ever said he "had his eye on" something.

Even if it's just a child of a disaster victim, she will dress that child up as a rich girl.

I'll give my son whatever he wants.

That very day, Madam Qin had new clothes made for Shen Qingqing, prepared a room next to Yunyi's study, and assigned a maid to take care of her daily life.

After changing into clean clothes and having a full meal, Shen Qingqing looked completely transformed.

Her features were actually quite beautiful, but she was too thin before, with sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes, making her look like a sickly kitten.

After resting at the Yun residence for half a month, her face finally gained some weight, and her big, bright eyes showed great intelligence.

Once, Yun Wantong passed by the courtyard and saw Shen Qingqing squatting on the ground writing with a twig. He went over to take a look and then froze.

"Did you teach this too?"

He turned to Yun Yi and asked.

Yun Yi shook his head.

Yun Wantong didn't believe it, so he called Shen Qingqing over and asked her to write a few words in front of him.

Shen Qingqing picked up a twig and wrote a line on the ground:

Yunfu Academy houses tens of thousands of books and embraces a spirit that encompasses all things.

The handwriting is neat and the strokes are powerful, with a subtle sense of elegance in the transitions between lines.

Yun Wantong stared at that line of text for a long time, then squatted down and asked earnestly:

"Have you ever learned to write before?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head.

"Then how did you learn to write it?"

Shen Qingqing blinked and pointed at Yun Yi:

"I was watching the young master write."

Yun Wantong's somewhat round face lit up:

"Looks like I really got a great deal."

From that day on, Yun Wantong's attitude towards Shen Qingqing underwent a subtle change.

He used to see her only as "a study companion that his son liked," but now he's starting to see her as someone who might also be a genius.

He even assigned a tutor to Shen Qingqing.

I originally paid Yunyi to find this, but unfortunately it wasn't used. Now it's perfect.

Shen Qingqing had no objection to this.

She diligently followed her teacher's instructions and demonstrated the level expected of a "smart but not prodigy" child—she learned things quickly, but not to the point of making people question their existence.

Yunyi knew she was hiding her true abilities.

Why would someone who has reincarnated through seventy-eight worlds need to learn to read from an ancient schoolteacher?

But she studied very diligently, handing in her homework properly every day, and occasionally even deliberately writing a few words wrong so that her teacher could correct them.

The acting was very convincing.

Time passed day by day. Spring came and autumn went, and another year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this year, Yunyi's life became much more regular.

During the day, he would read and cultivate himself in his study as usual, while Shen Qingqing would sit at the table next to him and attend lessons with her teacher.

At night, after everyone in the Yun household had gone to sleep, the two of them would get together and exchange information.

Shen Qingqing's knowledge was indeed much broader than she appeared.

She told Yunyi that there were more reincarnators in this world than she had initially expected.

"I discovered traces of at least ten reincarnators in just the three dynasties of Song, Qin, and Qian."

She said, "The park deployed significantly more people this time than usual."

"This could very well be a reincarnation world with a hundred people."

She also told Yunyi that she had located the position of a reincarnator.

"In the capital," she said in a low voice, "I've just made contact with the illegitimate son of a tavern owner."

Yunyi asked her how she found out, but she just smiled and didn't say anything.

Yun Yi did not press further.

Everyone has their own secrets.

It's normal for Shen Qingqing to have secrets.

Old Jiang came when I was five years old.

He didn't show up for almost a year this time, and I don't know what he's been busy with.

When I pushed the door open, Yun Yi and Shen Qingqing were sitting face to face on the floor of the study, playing chess.

Old Jiang paused for a moment.

His gaze first fell on Yun Yi, then shifted to Shen Qingqing—and stopped.

Shen Qingqing raised her head, giving the disheveled old man who had suddenly barged in a perfectly measured look of curiosity, before turning to look at Yun Yi:

"Young master, who is this gentleman?"

"My master."

Yunyi said.

Shen Qingqing paused for a moment upon hearing this, but immediately stood up and gave a proper bow:

"I've met you, sir."

Old Jiang ignored her.

He stared at Shen Qingqing for a full three breaths, then suddenly turned to look at Yun Yi, his eyes revealing something very subtle.

"Where did you find this?"

Yun Yi casually said:

"She was my study companion; she came to my house last year."

"A study companion?"

Old Jiang repeated the two words, his tone as if he were chewing a strangely flavored peanut.

He glanced at Shen Qingqing again.

Shen Qingqing remained motionless in the bowing posture, her expression as docile as a kitten that had just been weaned.

Old Jiang circled around her once, then leaned close to Yun Yi's ear and whispered:

"My disciple, where did you find such an extraordinary study companion?"

Yun Yi simply smiled:

"luck."

Old Jiang's eyes widened immediately.

luck?

Why isn't he so lucky?

A five-year-old Grandmaster—with perfect communication with the heavens and his martial meridians fully opened—this kind of heaven-defying feat, he had only ever seen one of his disciples in all these years.

Now, things are going well. I've run into someone else by luck, and they've even become my study companion.

Old Jiang stared wide-eyed and looked Shen Qingqing up and down twice more.

Shen Qingqing remained motionless in the bowing posture, her obedient expression seemingly painted on.

Old Jiang circled her halfway again, muttering something under his breath, but his voice was too low to be heard.

Then he suddenly waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there."

Shen Qingqing straightened up, stepped back behind Yun Yi, and stood with her hands at her sides.

Old Jiang's gaze shifted from her to Yun Yi, the initial shock in his eyes quickly overshadowed by something else.

He pulled up a chair, took out a gourd from his pocket, uncorked it, took a sip, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"I've come today to tell you something."

Yun Yi put down the chess piece in his hand and turned around to face him.

"Master, please speak."

"I'm going on a long trip."

Old Jiang said, "The kind that's very far away."

"I don't know when we'll be back."

"Maybe three to five years, maybe ten years or so, or maybe—"

He paused, not finishing his sentence, but instead took another swig of wine.

Yun Yi did not ask any further questions.

"So you're on your own during this time."

Old Jiang placed the wine gourd on his lap, looked at him, and said, "With your current cultivation level, you're more than capable of walking around freely in this Great Wu Dynasty."

"But on a global scale, it's still far from sufficient."

"When I'm not around, don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either."

He paused.

"However, I also know this—you never leave your home and don't get into any trouble."

"As long as I know what I'm doing, that's fine."