The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Su Xiyue looked at everything in front of her, a slight smile playing on her lips. Suddenly remembering the time travel ticket in her system backpack, she couldn't help but take it out.

It was just an ordinary green paper coupon with an intricate star pattern drawn on it, faintly radiating spiritual energy.

Her attention was instantly drawn to the star pattern, and after a short while, the surrounding space suddenly began to distort.

She was completely stunned and had no idea what was going on.

Fortunately, she hadn't completely lost her mind. Realizing what was happening, she frantically shouted to the seven men around her, "Hold on tight!"

Ye Ling was already holding her, so he naturally noticed that the surrounding space was distorted, but he didn't know what was going on.

Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, Xuan Yuan Ming and others were sitting nearby. Although they did not know what had happened, they immediately reached out to pull Yue'er back when they saw her looking flustered.

Almost the instant everyone grabbed her hand, the green coupon suddenly burst into a dazzling ball of light, and the space distorted even more violently.

Subsequently, Su Xiyue, along with Ye Ling and the other seven, were sucked into the distorted spacetime vortex.

"slim Shady."

"Father."

"don't want."

Within the distorted vortex of spacetime, Su Xiyue felt a sudden dizziness and disorientation. She clung tightly to the men around her, afraid that if she let go, she would be swept away and lost somewhere.

All I could hear were the anxious screams and shouts of the children.

She tried to say something, but no sound came out. She could only watch helplessly as the child screamed in terror and lunged at them.

She wanted to say something, but the vortex was moving too fast, and the surrounding scenery kept shifting and changing.

At first, I could still hear sounds, but later I couldn't hear or see anything at all.

She didn't know where she would end up or which world she would go to; she wasn't prepared at all.

If she had known that staring at the pattern on the Time Travel Ticket would trigger time travel, she would never have looked at it.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now.

I silently prayed that I wouldn't fall into any dangerous place, or be scattered into unknown worlds.

Cultivation World, Kunlun Ruins, Qingxuan Peak

"thump!"

Su Xiyue plunged headfirst into the misty hot spring pool, her mouth filled with the spiritual spring water.

Just as she popped her head out of the water and wiped the water off her face, before she could even see her surroundings clearly, she suddenly met a pair of eyes as cold as stars.

Amidst the swirling mist.

The man was half-submerged in the pool, his dark hair clinging wetly to his pale chest. His features were handsome yet filled with murderous intent: "Who dares to trespass on my hot spring?"

Her body froze instantly in the water, and her face turned several shades pale.

Oh no, I've fallen into someone else's bathhouse.

She inwardly groaned, her gaze sweeping over the man's handsome, otherworldly face and his muscular chest. She gave a dry laugh: "Um... I was struck by lightning, do you believe me?"

Qingyan Daozun narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and with a flick of his long, bamboo-like fingers, the snow-white Daoist robe by the pool instantly enveloped his tall and muscular body.

He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

Su Xiyue was instantly grabbed by the throat by a spiritual force, and the man's cold and indifferent voice was in her ear, "Thunder tribulation? My cave is protected by the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Formation. Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

Hot spring water droplets dripped down her chin, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the Kunlun cloud pattern embroidered on the other person's cuff, and her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, we've fallen into the lair of a powerful figure in the cultivation world.

In the suffocating feeling of impending death.

She frantically tapped the system in her mind: "System, wake up! What the hell is this place?"

The system, dormant for many years, suddenly exploded:
"Ding! Time-space travel ticket detected. Current plane: Canglan Continent, high-level cultivation plane. Current location: Kunlun Ruins, Qingxuan Peak, Qingyan Daozun's back mountain hot spring pool. Warm reminder: Your seven beast husbands have arrived on Canglan Continent and are now scattered in various places. Please reunite with them as soon as possible!"

She was being pinched so hard her eyes rolled back, and she desperately tried to grab something with both hands, "Dao, Daoist Master... I really didn't mean to."

Who the hell wants to watch you take a bath? My seven beastly husbands are all better looking than you.

Daoist Qingyan did not miss the fleeting look of disdain in her eyes, and raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling somewhat surprised.

He was not only the number one person in the cultivation world, but his appearance was also exceptional, and no one ever dared to look down on him.

This woman who didn't know she had fallen was somewhat different.

His eyes flickered slightly as he sensed something amiss in her aura, and his fingers loosened their grip.

Su Xiyue's body, which had been lifted up, fell back into the hot spring pool, splashing water and causing her to choke on a mouthful of water.

She coughed several times and gasped for breath before she finally caught her breath.

Why do you possess the aura of a divine beast?

He looked down at her condescendingly, "Tell the truth, or I'll search your soul."

Su Xiyue rubbed her neck, knowing that the other person had sensed the presence of Feng Su or Xuan Yuanming.

Even if one wanted to lie, one wouldn't dare tell the truth since one doesn't understand the state of the world.

But fearing that the other party might actually perform a soul search, she could only bite the bullet and say, "My husband is a dragon."

Xuan Yuanming, who was being chased by a female cultivator, suddenly sneezed.

Daoist Qingyan sneered: "The dragon race disappeared ten thousand years ago."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly changed her words, "Could it be the bloodline of a dragon?"

Daoist Qingyan remained silent, but a ray of spiritual light condensed at his fingertips. He touched her brow and instantly detected something.

Ancient Silver Moon Wolf, Ancient Teng Snake, Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox, Moon-Chasing Celestial Wolf, Nine Nether Demon Wolf, Phoenix, Ancient Taixu Zhuyin.

These are all mythical beasts that only exist in legends. Some of them are not mythical beasts, but they are ancient beasts that have been extinct for tens of thousands of years. Where did they come from? And they are all the Daoist partners of this woman in front of her.

His eyes flickered slightly, and the spiritual light at his fingertips dissipated. "A mere Golden Core cultivator was able to contract with seven ancient beasts."

Su Xiyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed this big shot didn't intend to kill her.

The next second, the man waved his wide sleeves, and she was lifted out of the hot spring pool.

"Since you have trespassed into my cave, you shall stay here as a cleaning maid. We will make further plans once your seven Daoist companions arrive."

His tone left no room for argument, and with a flick of his sleeve, Su Xiyue fell to the ground with a thud.

Her face contorted in pain, cursing the man for his lack of tenderness. When she realized what he had said, she was stunned and looked up at him, "Huh? A maid?" Daoist Qingyan ignored her, and with a flick of his wide sleeve, a plain white maid's dress covered her head, along with a jade plaque engraved with the words 'Qingxuan'.

Then he turned and stepped into the air, his snow-white robes fluttering like clouds.

"Come to Qingxin Hall at 5:00 AM tomorrow to serve tea."

A detached voice came from within the mist, "If you dare to run away..."

Before the words were even finished, a mountain in the distance collapsed with a deafening roar.

Su Xiyue hurriedly tore off her clothes, looked at the collapsed mountain in the distance and shrank her neck. Is this a nuclear weapon of the cultivation world?

Looking back, the hot spring pool was empty, with only a bamboo leaf swirling and sinking on the surface.

"Your uncle's."

She picked up the jade pendant from the ground, gritting her teeth, wanting to escape.

He glanced at the distant, collapsing mountain peak, his lips twitched, and he instantly cowered, ultimately daring not to.

Qingxuan Peak is very quiet; you can't even catch a bird, let alone a person.

She rolled her eyes speechlessly. No wonder they kept her as a maid; apparently, they had no one else to do chores.

Suddenly I feel like I have such a miserable life.

The fact that Qingxuan Peak is less crowded has its advantages. There are no people to disturb you, making it a good place for quiet cultivation, and the spiritual energy is also very abundant.

She randomly found an empty house to stay in.

The next day at dawn, Su Xiyue, dressed in a plain white maid's uniform, stood outside Qingxin Hall yawning while holding a cup of spiritual tea.

"Come in."

A cool, clear voice came from inside the hall.

She was startled and quickly pushed the door open and went inside.

The Daoist Master Qingyan was meditating, and the morning light shone through the window lattice onto him, making his handsome face appear even more serene and otherworldly.

She carefully placed the teacup on the table, saying, "Please have some tea, Daoist Master."

"Ah."

Without even lifting his eyelids, he lightly touched the teacup with his fingertip, and the tea instantly froze.

Su Xiyue: “.”

Is he complaining that the tea is too hot?
"I do not like hot tea."

He said calmly, "Remember tomorrow."

Her lips twitched, and she forced a smile before replying, "Yes."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.

"Daoist Master, a strange-looking man has broken into the herb garden. That man has three eyes."

Su Xiyue's heart skipped a beat. Three eyes... Could it be Ye Ling?

Qingyan Daozun glanced at her, then stood up and walked out: "Follow me."

She snapped back to reality and quickly followed, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Outside the medicinal herb garden.

Ye Ling's black hair flew wildly, his handsome appearance was unparalleled, and his third eye between his brows gleamed with a cold light. He was fighting fiercely with several Kunlun disciples.

Seven or eight bruised and battered cultivators lay at his feet, yet he coldly barged into the herb garden: "Make way, I'm looking for someone."

"How dare you, a mere demon, trespass into the Kunlun Ruins Medicine Garden! What do you take this place for?"

The head steward, looking grim, said...

The words have not yet fallen.

The space around him twisted.

Ye Ling sensed something and turned her head as if she could feel it.

Through the crowd, they saw Qingyan Daozun and Su Xiyue suddenly appear.

His gaze instantly fell on Su Xiyue, his silver eyes shining brightly, and he instinctively reached out to her, calling out, "Yue'er."

Unfortunately, before he could get there, he was stopped by several elders and disciples of Kunlun Ruins, their handsome faces looking extremely unpleasant.

Su Xiyue was overjoyed to see Ye Ling and was about to rush over when Qingyan Daozun suddenly picked her up and carried her back like a kitten.

"Your Daoist partner?"

He asked in a chilly tone.

She was speechless. Couldn't they just talk properly? They always pick people up like that, and there were so many people watching. Didn't they know how embarrassing that was?

She answered expressionlessly, "Yes."

Daoist Qingyan gave a light hum and waved his wide sleeves.

Ye Ling was instantly bound into a dumpling by a golden light and slammed down at her feet.

Su Xiyue saw Ye Ling bound immobile by golden light at her feet: "."

"Unauthorized trespassing in the medicinal herb garden will result in a three-month punishment of sweeping the mountain gate."

The Daoist looked down at Ye Ling struggling, "If there's a next time, I'll skin you alive and tear your tendons out."

Ye Ling's silver eyes blazed with fury, her expression extremely grim, as she was about to transform into her true form.

Su Xiyue rushed over, but her eyes were fixed on Daoist Qingyan. "Daoist, my Daoist partner didn't mean to trespass into the herb garden. You are a magnanimous person, how about we let it go? Is that alright?"

Although the exact situation is unknown, it's not hard to guess. Ye Ling probably fell into the herb garden, just like she fell into Qingyan Daozun's bathing pool.

It can only be said that both of them were unlucky.

Daoist Qingyan glanced at her indifferently, "According to my rules, there is no room for bargaining."

Seeing the golden light binding Ye Ling more and more tightly, Su Xiyue had a sudden inspiration, "Daoist Master, my husband knows how to grow spiritual herbs, why don't we let him grow herbs in the herb garden?"

Ye Ling: “.”

When will he grow medicinal herbs?
However, cultivating spiritual herbs seems a bit better than sweeping the mountain gate; at least it's less shameful. (End of Chapter)