Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

That was the pinnacle of her physical body, no weaker than any other elemental physique.

Of course, this is on the premise that she can become a saint.

……

Judging that it was about time, the uncle leaned against the door, glanced at Zhang Ruoxue's figure who hadn't reacted at all, and asked, "Hey girl, how are you feeling now?"

"..."

There was no response.

Just in case, the uncle raised his voice again: "Girl?"

"..."

—Still no response.

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly darkened, and he muttered to himself, "It should be fine now, the next step is..."

Their gaze shifted to the direction Zhang Xiaohan had left earlier.

Yes, this is next.

Therefore, Zhang Ruoxue's fainting was necessary, although the uncle did not know why Zhang Xiaohan insisted on making Zhang Ruoxue unconscious in order to carry out the so-called "treatment".

But these things were none of his business; at least, he knew Zhang Xiaohan didn't want him to meddle.

Everyone has their own choices, and intervention is meaningless.

crunch--

He turned around and pushed open the door.

A small dog that was curled up in the shadows immediately pricked up its ears upon hearing the door open, and then emerged from the darkness.

The sound of the door opening was the message the uncle sent to Zhang Xiaohan.

The meaning is clear—the final stage of treatment is about to begin.

Zhang Xiaohan slowly climbed up the stairs from the bottom. He looked somewhat dejected, and his curly fur appeared somewhat white for some reason. His soft body was slightly curled up as he climbed the stairs step by step—this would allow him to conserve more of his strength.

A strange and complex expression gradually appeared in its unusually old eyes. It trembled its fur, opened its mouth slightly, and stuck out its pale tongue to breathe.

Finally, it used its canine body to reach the second floor, and then, like an old woman, it took a few more unsteady steps to reach the open door.

As soon as she entered, she saw the uncle picking up Zhang Ruoxue, who was dressed and whose skin had turned slightly green from being soaked, and placing her, who was fast asleep, on the bed.

Zhang Xiaohan narrowed her eyes, her unfriendly gaze sweeping back and forth between the middle-aged man:

"You didn't do anything to her while she was unable to move, did you?"

"Hey, you're wronging me." The middle-aged man turned around helplessly, a wry smile on his face. "I just enjoy drinking. I have absolutely no interest in women."

Zhang Xiaohan raised an eyebrow: "You wouldn't happen to be attracted to the same sex as your daughter, would you? So that idiot's different sexual orientation was inherited from you?"

The uncle's lips twitched as he carefully put Zhang Ruoxue down. Then, he put his hands on his hips and stared helplessly at Zhang Xiaohan: "You still have the energy to joke with me here? Looks like you're in pretty good shape."

"I've been in great shape."

Zhang Xiaohan rolled her eyes at him, then quite lightly jumped from the floor onto the bed and came to Zhang Ruoxue's side, as if to tell the uncle - I'm in great shape.

Faced with Zhang Xiaohan's explanation, the uncle's expression darkened slightly; he could tell Zhang Xiaohan's state of mind.

But as mentioned before, he believed that Zhang Xiaohan wouldn't want others to meddle in his affairs, and he himself wasn't one to meddle.

This was Zhang Xiaohan's choice.

As for him, Xu Laoliu respected her choice.

He slowly left the room, placed his hands on the door, and fixed his gaze on Zhang Ruoxue and Zhang Xiaohan, not closing the door for a long time.

Zhang Xiaohan noticed his inexplicable hesitation and glared at him, saying, "What are you still looking at... there's nothing to see."

The man gave a wry smile, slowly retreated, and closed the door behind him.

……

Now, only she and her friend were left in the room.

This is the final stage of treatment.

Zhang Xiaohan's lips curled up slightly as she lay down next to Zhang Ruoxue, gazing at that familiar profile, her smile tinged with bitterness.

"You say Xu Yanliu's story is old-fashioned... but mine is pretty old-fashioned too, isn't it?"

It just watched, quietly watching.

"The demons and humans are like family, and I am still the same Heavenly Demon I once was. Thinking about it carefully, it is really ironic."

"Perhaps it's because I've been asleep for so long that I'm no longer the same person I was..."

“Human emotions are really strange…” Zhang Xiaohan shook his head, as if mocking himself: “In just over ten years, I can still remember that time. Compared to endless cultivation and killing, this thing is really much more interesting. No wonder there are old stories of humans and demons falling in love.”

"Then... let's begin."

Her physical body began to gradually change, transforming from the shape of a small dog back into human form.

This is her human form, not her true form. She dislikes her true form, which has been bathed in too much blood, and prefers this flesh and blood body that can feel life.

Although—it was feminized.

However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohan's physical body is incomplete.

A large hole, about five centimeters wide, was visible in the center of her chest. The inside was completely empty, as if all the flesh, blood, and organs inside had been removed.

That wasn't dug up by someone else; she dug it up herself.

Because that was the only way she could save Zhang Ruoxue.

She gazed at Zhang Ruoxue's profile, a gentle smile on her face, and slowly reached her hand into the hollow—

Goodnight, sister.

then……

Goodbye.

……

good night.

The girl vaguely heard a familiar voice.

She slowly woke up, gazing hazily at the familiar ceiling, seemingly feeling quite strange—because her clothes were on perfectly, and she didn't know how she ended up in bed.

Body pain...

No.

There was no pain.

This was completely different from before. She knew that she had survived a blow from a saint, and she also knew that her soul and body bore the marks of the Buddhist and Taoist judgment. In fact, every time she moved, even just blinking, she felt the burning pain of her soul.

But now, there's nothing.

The pain was completely gone.

"..."

Beside the bed, the full moon shone brightly and beautifully, gently caressing her cheek like flowing water.

With her hair hanging down, she sat up in bed in a daze, subconsciously clenching her fists.

The spiritual energy... surged rapidly through the meridians.

She felt a vast amount of spiritual energy surging within her body. It didn't seem to be her own spiritual energy, and for some reason, her physical body felt unexpectedly comfortable, as if it possessed inexhaustible power.

"Is this... the effect of body tempering...?"

She calmed herself down and tried to sense the spiritual energy within her body...

In terms of sheer spiritual energy, her current cultivation level is already approaching the peak of the Transformation Realm, just one step away from advancing to the God Transformation Realm.

Moreover, the strength of his physical body has increased several times over, and it seems that his soul is connected to his spirit by something, making his energy and spirit exceptionally vigorous.

A look of surprise crept onto Zhang Ruoxue's cheeks, and her bright blue eyes were filled with joy.

The only thing she couldn't understand was that there was a dried red liquid on the bed, right next to where she had woken up.

It looked like blood, but it was unclear whose blood it was.

However, she was more concerned about her own changes at the moment, so she didn't have much time to think about the source of the bloodstains.

"Uncle~"

The moment she pushed open the door with a smile, the joyful expression on Zhang Ruoxue's face froze and then disappeared.

Because she saw Xu Yanliu with a gloomy face, and the middle-aged man with a stunned expression.

The two of them stood at the bottom of the stairs. The older man blocked the entrance, while Xu Yanliu, carrying a sword, seemed about to rush upstairs, but the older man stopped her.

They seemed to be arguing until Zhang Ruoxue appeared, at which point the argument ended and both pairs of eyes focused on her.

Zhang Ruoxue tilted her head, her smile slowly fading: "Uncle, Sister Xu... what's going on here..."

"Ruoxue...you're all better now?"

The uncle stared at Zhang Ruoxue in surprise; he hadn't expected her to wake up so quickly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Yanliu channeled her spiritual energy and prepared to leap to the second floor.

But the older man was faster. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed his daughter's shoulder, and said solemnly, "Liu'er!"

"Don't stop me!!"

She tried to shake off the man's arm, but with her cultivation level, she was no match for him.

Zhang Ruoxue looked at the father and daughter who had suddenly started to get emotional, completely unable to understand what had happened: "Uncle... what's wrong with you two?"

"Ruoxue..."

Xu Yanliu gritted her teeth, her spiritual energy erupting for the second time, just as she was about to say something.

The pressure on his shoulder increased again.

"That's enough—"

The uncle crushed all the spiritual energy unleashed by his daughter, then solemnly raised his head.