I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

"I had nothing to do, so I wandered around and happened to drop by to see you."

Actually, Yan Qingqiu was feeling a bit irritable.

She was really quite dissatisfied with Lin Yi.

You only ask her for help when you need it, and then she turns her back on you when you don't.

Last time, they only had a small problem that they couldn't resolve, and this guy never came to see her again, not even trying to coax her.

Yan Qingqiu deliberately went to the palace to cause trouble, but the effect was very poor. She couldn't vent her anger, so she was naturally annoyed.

So, she came to Bixia's place to relax.

I'm in a bad mood today, so I'll just tease Bixia a bit.

Bixia had no idea that Yan Qingqiu had come looking for fun, and she was even a little touched when she heard that Yan Qingqiu had come to see her.

"The night is long, how about we admire the moon together?"

"Okay."

Foxes love the moon.

The two then went to the top of Mount Tai, set up a table, and served some fine wine and spiritual fruit. The atmosphere was quite pleasant.

But as Yan Qingqiu lay on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, a sense of loneliness suddenly arose within him.

The bright moon in the sky once shone on people of the past.

In ancient times, there were probably a few foxes who, like her, gazed at the starry sky.

Where are they now?

"The pursuit of immortality and eternal life—is it all just a grand dream?"

Bixia couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say that?"

Yan Qingqiu said sadly, "I am not the first nine-tailed fox, nor am I the strongest fox in the history of the fox clan."

Those fox kings who were more powerful than me eventually faded into the long river of history. Even beings like us who live long lives are not immortal.

Ordinary people are born, grow old, get sick, and die, and thus come to understand their destiny.

We are detached from worldly affairs, yet we know not when our own demise will arrive. Isn't that a kind of tragedy?

Clearly, this vixen is in a state of ecstasy.

Bixia actually felt the same way.

Unlike the longevity of immortals, mortals only live to be fifty or sixty years old. It is precisely because of this short life that their emotions are complex and intense.

As time goes by, all the emotions of immortals will be worn away until they are completely gone.

What difference is there between such longevity and a stubborn rock?

Stones never grow old, nor do they die.

"drink wine."

Bixia didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only pour her some wine.

Yan Qingqiu, however, became interested. She looked intently at Bixia and said, "A hundred years from now, will you regret your inaction now?"

"what do you mean?"

Bixia began to play dumb, but Yan Qingqiu simply said, "It is difficult for mortals to exceed the limit of a hundred years of lifespan. He is an emperor of the mortal world, so it is even more impossible for him to live past a hundred years."

Moreover, he has provoked the Heavenly Court several times, so the Heavenly Court probably can no longer tolerate him continuing to be the emperor of the mortal world.

In twenty years at most, he'll probably pass through your life. What will you do then?

Bixia crushed the wine glass in her hand.

Yan Qingqiu was most skilled at killing by attacking people's hearts and minds, deliberately choosing to speak to those who were on the verge of breaking down.

Bixia imagined the scene at that time, where she and Lin Yi would finally meet for the last time on Mount Tai.

But at that time, it was she who sent Lin Yi to reincarnation.

Once you enter the cycle of reincarnation, all karma is eradicated.

Even if we meet again, we will only be strangers.

Bixia was a little overwhelmed and silently lay down without saying a word.

Two women, gazing at the sky in silence.

The stars and rivers shifted, and another night dawned.

As dawn broke, both of them regained consciousness. Bixia was to continue being a goddess, while Yan Qingqiu planned to return home.

Before leaving, she also felt that she had inexplicably upset Bixia, which was a bit too much, and she should make it up to Bixia.

Remembering what was said last night, Yan Qingqiu tossed out a token.

"With this token, you can come and go freely in the capital. If you don't want to have any regrets, go see him before the great calamity arrives. In a few days, you may not have the chance."

Yan Qingqiu had the ability to foresee destiny, so he naturally knew that the powerful national fortune of the Shang Dynasty would soon decline after reaching its peak.

The key moment in all of this was the Nuwa Temple sacrificial ceremony that followed shortly afterward.

Yan Qingqiu had already seen this, but she had no intention of changing her mind.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't change it.

How could she possibly change the will of Heaven on her own?

She could only offer her friends some help within the limits of what she could do.

As for Lin Yi, let him be; anyway, her relationship with Lin Yi was just so-so.

She only wanted to overcome a love tribulation with Lin Yi; whether he lived or died was not something Yan Qingqiu cared much about.

If possible, she would be willing to do it herself.

Bixia was somewhat at a loss after receiving the token, unsure of what to do.

But before she could even process what was happening, her hand had already caught it. Along with the token, she also caught a book of illusion magic.

Bixia understood what this meant.

Yan Qingqiu disappeared very quickly, without giving her a chance to return it.

"I will come to pick it up in ten days."

Bixia: "..."

Her mind was already in turmoil, and the people around her were only adding to it; it was really going too far.

The token seemed to still carry Lin Yi's aura. Bixia didn't dare look at it for too long, so she quickly stuffed it into her bosom and returned to the temple.

Upon entering the study, I found that Linglin was already there.

She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you back so early today?"

Ling Lin had been following Ling Yi around all this time, so this matter was obviously against the rules. But sensible people know to turn a blind eye and not interfere if it's not a big deal.

Bixia was used to Linglin's lifestyle, but today was clearly different, which is why she asked this question.

Upon hearing this question, Linglin blushed again, lowered her head, and did not answer.

Bixia: "???"

What happened?

She's so shy, could it be that Lin Yi bullied her?

Thinking of this, Bixia's mood immediately soured, but she also felt that her guess might be correct.

Lingyi and Linglin look alike. What if Lin Yi mistakes them for each other?

But then I thought, even if Lin Yi didn't admit his mistake, he would still be intimate with Ling Yi every day.

The thought of this scene was heartbreaking, and she lost all interest in questioning Linglin.

It was evening by which time Ling Lin, who would normally have left long ago, remained at her post.

Bixia felt like ants were crawling all over her, but she managed to hold back from asking.

But Linglin took the initiative to speak.

"Sister Xia, can you do me a favor?"

"What kind of help?"

Ling Lin: "..."

When the words were on the tip of her tongue, she didn't know how to say them.

What happened yesterday was too secretive for her to tell Bixia.

I wanted to pick something to say, but after looking around, I found that there was nothing left to say.

"It means... to go to the palace to protect my sister in my place."

Bixia: "..."

What exactly happened that made Ling Lin not want to go to the palace?

While Bixia was thinking, Linglin emphasized again, "When the time comes, no matter who asks you to do something, just refuse."

So what exactly did you do yesterday?

Bixia's curiosity was driving her crazy.

She was about to ask when she saw Linglin change her mind again.

With a look of resignation, she said, "Forget it, I'll go by myself, Sister Xia. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Bixia: "..."

Is it fashionable for you to leave things unsaid to keep people in suspense these days?

"I go."

Bixia suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Sister Xia..."