You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

The night is like ink, full of stars.

Ye Qingyang sat on the ground hugging his knees, holding tightly the handkerchief Jiang Suiwan gave him.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at the Immortal Lord in white and blue robes beside him, and unexpectedly heard the Immortal Lord ask: "What's your name?"

Ye Qingyang responded obediently: "Immortal Lord, my name is Ye Qingyang."

After Ye Qingyang answered, he said hesitantly: "Xianjun, um, I want to know your name, can you tell me?"

Jiang Suiwan nodded, "Well, Jiang Suiwan, the years are getting later."

Jiang Suiwan looked at the sky, then took out some cakes and other food from the space and handed them to Ye Qingyang. He asked, "Are you hungry? Eat something to fill your stomach first."

Ye Qingyang took it, his eyes a little red: "Thank you, Immortal Lord."

Jiang Suiwan calmly looked through the space again. Well, in addition to pastries, there were also some snacks that the senior brothers and sisters liked to eat. He selected a few suitable ones and handed them to Ye Qingyang.

Ye Qingyang took it sheepishly. He looked at Jiang Suiwan, his eyes were like washed obsidian, clean and translucent. He asked, "Isn't the Immortal Lord going to eat it?"

"Yes." Jiang Suiwan looked at his eyes and felt much more relieved. At least he had the idea of ​​​​living.

So he was relieved.

The breeze in the mountains brings bursts of apricot blossom fragrance, and the chirping of insects makes the night extraordinarily quiet.

After Ye Qingyang finished eating, he sat next to Jiang Suiwan with red eyes.

As the night grew thicker, little bits of fluorescent light flew out from the grass and flower trees, and soon they merged into a shallow floating sea of ​​fluorescent light.

The faint light illuminates the sea of ​​flowers, and the floating light is like a sea of ​​stars falling into the world. It is as beautiful as a bizarre dream.

Ye Qingyang was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him. He looked at the fluorescent sea in surprise and asked: "This, this is it?"

Jiang Suiwan stretched out his hand to catch a faint blue light spot and explained: "This is the flower spirit of the Xingli Flower. The Xingli Flower is a unique flower in the world of cultivation."

Jiang Suiwan looked at Ye Qingyang, and he motioned Ye Qingyang to reach out. Ye Qingyang raised his hand obediently, and the flower spirit in Jiang Suiwan's hand slowly fell into his palm.

Ye Qingyang stared at the blue "starlight" in his palm, looking at the person in front of him with some confusion but gratitude.

In the dreamlike light and shadow and the endless sea of ​​flowers, he saw the immortal king in front of him, with a faint smile on his cold moon-like face, looking at him tenderly.

He heard the clear and pleasant voice of the Immortal Lord: "Xinglihualing means endless hope. I hope your future life will be full of hope and love."

"Ye Qingyang, no matter what kind of environment you find yourself in in the future, you must work hard and live well."

Ye Qingyang was stunned, and then his eyes slowly turned red. He tried his best to suppress the tears that were about to fall in his eyes, and his voice trembled: "Immortal Lord...I will do it."

He will live well and never give up hope of life easily again.

Seeing his tearful eyes, Jiang Suiwan couldn't help but reached out and gently rubbed his head.

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Zhuyin Island, a fantasy state of mind.

Covered in blood, Shen Qi sat cross-legged under a tree, his eyes closed tightly, and veins bulging out from pain on his pale forehead.

A huge white snake enclosed him and the tree within its territory, and its blood-red eyes watched the surrounding movements warily.

Like Shen Qi, it was scarred and embarrassed. After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qi spit out a mouthful of blood, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"noob."

Xiaobai was shocked when he heard his call, and then quickly shrunk back to his original size and swam to Shen Qi's side. He asked, "Did the master successfully accept the inheritance?"

Shen Qi's long eyelashes were drooped, and his dark eyes were twinkling with purple and dark light, revealing a sharp and cold monster. He nodded: "Yes. Let's go, get out of here."

Xiaobai wrapped his arm around him: "Okay."

Layers of white bones spread across the endless wasteland, and the bright red sky revealed a suffocating and ominous blood color.

Countless deformed monsters followed Shen Qi, with uncontrollable greed and desire in their eyes, as if they were about to pounce on him and devour him in the next second.

But no monster dared to pounce on it like before. They seemed to be afraid of abandoning something on their body, and they only dared to covet this flesh and blood body and delicious soul from a distance.

Shen Qi stepped on the bones and walked steadily toward the southwest.

Seeing this, Xiaobai asked in confusion: "Master, aren't we going to be in a fantasy state now? The exit should be in the east!"

Shen Qi glanced at the deformed monster in the distance, "Well, I won't go out for a while, I have to find something."

Xiaobai: "What?"

"Mirror of the world." A mirror that can predict the future. He wants to use it to verify something.

Shen Qi thought of a certain precognitive scene that flashed by during the inheritance just now. There was uncontrollable violence and murderous intent in his deep pupils.

Xiaobai was confused: "So the Mirror of Worlds is in the Huanxin Realm? I thought it had been broken long ago, but it turned out that it was hidden in the Witch Clan."

Shen Qi said no more. His face was pale and his expression was as gloomy as ice.