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

Looking at the girl whose face was filled with pain, Xiao Mei's anticipation was amplified infinitely...

"Finally... finally, the day has come for my demon race to regain its former glory..."

"Now that the Martial Emperor has passed away and the Civil Emperor has fallen, there is no one in this world who can stop the ancient demons, let alone the eight ancient demons who have descended into the world at the same time. Even if that half-immortal from the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace came, he would not be able to protect himself!"

The black mud slowly climbed up Duan Xingchen's neck, then enveloped her chin, submerged her lips, covered her delicate nose, and advanced towards her eyes.

"You old scoundrel..."

Ye Yuchan's helpless gaze fell on Yun Ping. In this situation, no one but Yun Ping could solve it.

However, Yun Ping still did not make a move, but instead stared intently at Duan Xingchen, who was about to be swallowed by the black mud and fall completely into the demonic path within the chains.

"Become possessed! Become possessed!!"

Xiao Mei shouted loudly, gazing with wild joy at the black mud that was slowly creeping into Duan Xingchen's eyes.

Once the black mud completely corrupts Duan Xingchen, this former Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect will also fall completely into the demonic path.

Perhaps sensing her impending descent into demonic possession, or perhaps for some other reason, what Xiao Mei didn't expect was—

Just before his eyes were about to be swallowed by the black mud, Duan Xingchen suddenly opened them.

Her eyes were no longer their original color; now they were half pure white and half jet black.

And it was clearly visible to the naked eye that the eerie darkness was rapidly devouring the little remaining white.

That was her sacred body... being suppressed by the ancient demonic blood pressure within her!

Once this last sacred body is destroyed, Duan Xingchen will forever fall into the demonic path and become a demon.

It was at this time that...

Yun Ping flicked a white light from his fingertip, a fleeting glimmer that no one would notice.

Not to mention Xiao Mei, even Ye Yuchan, who was closest to Yun Ping, couldn't see that ray of light.

Inside the arena, only one person could see it.

—Duan Xingchen.

Before her eyes, the light was magnified continuously until it was completely imprinted in her vision.

It was a mirror.

It was plain and unremarkable, without even a frame. It simply floated in front of me, so small that it was almost nonexistent, yet it was undeniably real.

Time loses its meaning at this moment.

Hey~

The world turned into nothingness, a chaotic blackness, and an orderly whiteness.

Between the vast stars and the primordial universe—

A girl named Duan Xingchen stood in front of a mirror.

She stared blankly at the mirror, blankly at herself, touched her face, and then touched her hands.

She looked at herself in the mirror with the curiosity of a newborn, as if it were the first time she had ever seen herself.

"This is the Mirror of Inquiry."

Suddenly, a man's voice rang in my ears.

She looked up, searching for the source of the sound, but all she saw was chaos and paleness.

Do you remember who you are?

The man spoke again.

Duan Xingchen was taken aback upon hearing this, and then shook his head.

She can't remember.

She no longer remembers who she is.

"Take a good look in the mirror, and you'll know."

……

Mirror.

Duan Xingchen stared blankly at the ordinary mirror, and then, as if feeling a little strange, took a few steps forward.

Only then did I stand properly in front of the mirror.

Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, which seemed within reach, Duan Xingchen suddenly felt a strong urge to touch the mirror.

So she placed her palm on it.

And she, in the mirror, also stuck it on.

Hey~

The clear sound of silver bells rang out, and the world was no longer chaotic and disordered. There was only a towering tree, an old man, an infant, and a beautiful starry night scene.

A shooting star streaked across the sky. The kind old man sat in front of the tree, slowly wiping away the thick bloodstains on the baby's body. He looked up and smiled.

"Since I found you on this night of shooting stars, I'll give you an interesting name..."

"From now on, you will be called Star, okay?"

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79. Predestined

"From now on, he will be your sister, Xingyao."

A gentle breeze caressed the boy's slightly bewildered face, while the warm sunlight softly fell on his shoulders, flowing down like water and illuminating the baby girl lying in the cradle.

The old man patted the boy's head kindly, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Although the old man's hands were calloused and rough to the touch, the boy was already used to the weighty caresses. He carefully placed his hands on the side of the cradle, staring at the baby girl inside, whose bright and clear eyes rarely showed a strange light.

What's her name?

He looked up excitedly, a joy he had never shown even when breaking through in his training.

Seeing how much the old man adored the baby girl, a hint of satisfaction appeared between his strong brows. He lowered his head and gazed at the well-behaved baby.

"Her name is Xingchen—"

The old man's kind gaze shifted to the young man whose eyes seemed to hold the light of a thousand stars, and he added slowly, with an expectant tone:

"Duan Xingchen".

……

……

"Speaking of which, Xingyao, that little devil, hasn't been going down the mountain to have fun lately, nor has he been causing trouble in the sect. He spends all his time going back and forth in the courtyard and the market. Could it be that he has suddenly changed his nature?"

"Hahaha—" The old man stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "How can that kid's mischievous nature be changed in a short while? Getting him to behave properly is no easier than slaying demons and monsters."

"If that's the case, then why hasn't Xingyao made any moves lately?"

The elder of the Holy Feather Sect stared strangely at the calm and peaceful martial arts arena outside the main hall, his eyes filled with countless odd expressions.

The old man glanced at him sideways, then smiled broadly: "Isn't it a good thing that the little devil has settled down a bit? Why are you so worried?"

"You don't know this well—" The elder immediately showed a troubled look, shook his head and sighed, "My younger disciples have all been led astray by that brat Xingyao. At such a young age, they don't look at anything else, they just keep asking me for things... like the Spring Joy Painting! Some even petitioned me to let them go down the mountain with Xingyao for training. You tell me, at such a young age, they haven't even started learning any cultivation techniques yet, what kind of training are they going down the mountain for! They're obviously just going out to cause trouble."

"Really... Sect Master, aren't you going to do anything about this kid...?"

"There's nothing wrong with starting sex education from a young age."

The old man chuckled upon hearing this. He was usually so dignified in front of others, but offstage he was like a playful old man, which made him quite approachable.

"Besides, children are naturally active. As long as they don't cause trouble for others, let them make a fuss if they want to."

"Ugh……"

The elder seemed to have already guessed the old man's answer, and sighed again before looking towards the extremely quiet hall outside.

"But then again, Xingyao has indeed been much more well-behaved lately. If he's not plotting something... then what is he doing?"

Upon hearing this, the old man was taken aback at first, and then a smile gradually spread across his lips.

"Maybe it's just that they've grown up."

At this very moment, a boy named Duan Xingyao, covered in sweat, carefully placed a woodworking toy he had found deep in the market on a bookshelf in his house.

Looking at the dazzling array of wooden toys and sugar figurines in front of him, as well as the storybooks piled up like small mountains with pictures of craftsmen, he nodded in satisfaction.

He immediately turned around and looked at the baby girl who was lying on the soft bed, sleeping peacefully. He grinned and sat cross-legged on the spot. He didn't mind that the ground was dirty. He just sat on the side of the bed and quietly stared at the baby girl's profile.

He chuckled foolishly, a smile that resembled that of the old man.

The afternoon sun was less harsh and more gentle, shining obliquely into the room and falling on the boy's handsome profile, making his cheeks slightly flushed.

……

……

"Try taking one more step forward!"

The boy stood in front of a group of ragged, arrogant young men, spreading his frail arms to block the thin, sobbing figure behind him.

The young girl timidly clutched the boy's clothes, her eyes brimming with tears as she pressed herself against the cold wall, her frail body trembling uncontrollably.

"elder brother……"

She softly uttered the few words she could clearly articulate.

Upon hearing this, the boy felt a chill run down his spine, and his gaze toward the group of thugs wielding sticks became exceptionally resolute.

"Who gave you permission to bully my sister? Get out of my way!"

"Wow, this young man has quite a temper!"

The young man in the lead grabbed the boy by the collar, lifted him into the air, and sneered as he examined his clothes: "Judging by your appearance, you must be some rich young master, right? Hand over all your money, and you can avoid a beating."