Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

In your memory, Wei Qi was a young, valiant general, dashing in his finest clothes, riding a spirited horse, exuding confidence and noble bearing.

[It possesses a soaring, sharp spirit.]

Now, years of weathering the northern snows have etched a sense of vicissitude on his face, and his temples are streaked with white.

The immense pressure caused him to frequently furrow his brow, leaving three deep lines.

The bright red armor was covered in battle damage, as if stained dark by dried blood.

"General Wei, it's been many years."

As I approach the end of my life, each meeting with old friends fills me with deep emotion.

"Lord Wen..."

"Lord Wen died in the Battle of Xiangyang."

You interrupted him.

Wei Qi forced a smile onto his solemn face, strode forward, patted you on the shoulder, and gave you a hug.

"Brother Wen."

[In a daze, it felt as if I had traveled through time, returning to the vast desert and the scene of drinking wine at Yumen Pass.]

Wei Qi looked at Xu Kun, who appeared blurry and unpredictable in the darkness.

[He frowned, his arms outstretched, but he just couldn't bring himself to hug her.]

He had heard about Xu Hui's demonic possession and knew that the person before him was controlled by a demon within his own heart.

"Xu Kun, the earth of the soul, and the Kun of expansion."

He really likes his name and its meaning, and he always says the same thing when introducing himself.

Wei Qi nodded in greeting.

He learned the whole story from Lü Zhen.

"That benefactor..."

[You're using "Prophecy" to predict the future, interpreting every single word.]

"Let's catch up first; she needs to meet with guests."

You returned indoors, where the fireplace cast an orange glow, dispelling the chill.

[Xu Kun, prompted by your gaze, silently walked to a corner and sat down, leaving the three of you alone.]

"Brother Lü, Brother Wen, I am aware of your plans and actions."

After three rounds of drinks, Wei Qi mentioned your plans.

After a moment's hesitation, unable to bring himself to offer any words of advice, he said, "If there's anything you need, I'll do my best to help."

Knowing Wei Qi's true identity, Lü Zhen decided that Wei Qi couldn't act as recklessly as he and you had.

[Raising his glass and smiling, he said, "Thank you."]

His eyes met yours, but the look vanished in an instant.

Empress Wei and the Wei family are both part of your scheme.

Hopefully, when things come to a close, Wei Qi won't hold a grudge.

This matter was mentioned only briefly and then not investigated further.

Wei Qi discussed the situation at the Great Wall in the north.

Since the Treaty of Huai River, when the Great Cang Court sent an imperial envoy to negotiate peace with Chen Chao and Mang Pang Hai, Wei Qi has been stationed north to guard the area.

The barbarian and demonic tribes launched a relentless attack on the Great Wall. By the time Wei Qi arrived, the area was already stained with blood for three thousand miles.

The following decades were spent recovering lost territories, fortifying the Great Wall, and suppressing the barbarian and demon races.

From Wei Qi onwards, you have gained a clearer understanding of the situation in the North.

That was an endless expanse of ice fields and snow-capped mountains, bitterly cold and vast, stretching to the far north and into the deep sea.

The situation is far more complex than that of the Hundred Kingdoms of the Western Regions.

[In the nomadic kingdoms of the northern ice plains, the barbarian and demon races have become difficult to define precisely after years of warfare and integration.]

The records of the barbarian and demon races date back to before the Great Cang Dynasty.

It is said that the demon race is an invasion from another realm, and the barbarian race even possesses the bloodline of ancient gods.

These details are difficult to verify. Currently, the barbarians, demons, and northern nomads pose a threat to the northern border of Great Cang.

[Then you discussed the Zhou state and the Yin state.]

"When I first arrived in the Northern Border, I noticed the barbarian demons' actions were being orchestrated by someone. I never imagined that Yin Qian would disregard the people of the three thousand miles of the Northern Border in his quest for the throne."

Wei Qi was both angry and helpless.

Was Yin Qian wrong?

As the late emperor's only legitimate eldest son and the rightful heir, he was usurped by his uncle.

Having lived in anonymity for many years, it seems only natural that they would now use every means to vie for their destiny.

[But he disregarded the common people, leaving the northern border stained with blood for three thousand miles, and waging war in the southern lands for decades, with countless bloody incidents that were shocking to behold.]

It's become very difficult to judge things simply as right or wrong.

To many in power, and even to the immortals high above, all living beings are merely pawns.

Those who truly care for the common people often meet a bad end.

Like Lü Zhen, who was about to face certain death.

The somber topics overshadowed the joy of reminiscing, and no one enjoyed the New Year's celebrations.

[Only by drinking glass after glass of wine.]

As night deepened and the hustle and bustle of the Imperial Father-in-Law's residence subsided, you were summoned to meet Empress Wei.

[With Lü Zhen and Wei Qi accompanying them, Xu Kun, that filthy scoundrel, was not allowed to meet them.]

Before leaving, you subtly exchanged glances with Xu Kun.

You had already prepared various contingency plans to avoid getting into a dangerous situation.

Three figures walked along the snow-covered corridor.

Wei Qi's gaze kept drifting to the red hair at your temples, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, they arrived at the pavilion by the frozen lake, where two palace maids were waiting.

[Through the door that opens into the pavilion, a white veil flutters inside, revealing a slender figure in the shadows.]

You can't help but feel disappointed; it seems you won't be able to see the legendary, breathtaking beauty today.

"Wen Yu, Inspector General of Wen, Marquis of Wen..."

[The jade zither was plucked, its ancient melody lingering, its graceful and dignified voice carrying far and wide.]

[Refreshing and delightful.]

You bowed respectfully, then shook your head with a smile.

"All that remains here is an old man with half a skeleton."

You vaguely feel a gaze falling on you, from your brows, the bridge of your nose, your thin lips, finally settling on your temples.

You stood with your hands behind your back, your dark blue robe fluttering, your figure elegant and graceful.

If it weren't for his ominous red hair, this appearance would be enough to captivate any woman in the world.

[After all, it possesses the forbidden black power of the "Succubus Body."]

【"interesting……"】

Wei Zhi pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly and whispered.

"The world admires my beauty, yet labels me as a bewitching beauty, a source of trouble, and an omen of misfortune. But today, seeing you, sir..."

[Before he could finish speaking, a soft, melodious laugh rang out.]

Your eyes narrowed slightly, as if you were dissatisfied.

[You can tell from their tone that they are mocking you.]

Her fingertips lightly brushed against her long, tied-up hair, the black hue tinged with scarlet.

Wei Qi's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the red hair flutter past him, and it took astonishing composure for him to force himself not to dodge away.

"I have requested an audience with the Empress today to inquire about something, and I hope you can resolve this matter."

"I'm in a good mood, go ahead and ask me, maybe I'll answer you?"

You raised an eyebrow, inwardly rolling your eyes, sensing something odd about Empress Wei's tone.

It's like...

The joy of not being alone on my path.

[Fine, if the extraterrestrial demons consider you one of their own kind, then it won't hurt for a femme fatale to see you as one of their own kind either.]

"I want to know where the immortal sects are."

[Just state your problem directly.]

"Are you sure the master is in the hands of the immortal sect?"

Empress Wei did not answer, but instead asked a question.

【"Sure."】

"Lü Zhen."

[Empress Wei called softly.]

[Lü Zhen bowed respectfully.]

"Prepare the brush and grind the ink, and I, Your Majesty, will personally write a letter to send to the Immortal Sect to welcome Mr. Wen as a guest."

A slight tremor ran through you.

[There is no doubt about it.]

Are you perhaps exaggerating?