So it turns out I'm the demon!

Ziwei!?

Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

"Is that the large star that caused the strange celestial phenomena before?"

"Um."

Ling Ye nodded gently.

The wind ruffled her hair, a few strands brushing against Jiang Mu's cheeks, carrying a cool, delicate fragrance and a slight tickle.

"That is the Ziwei Emperor Star, the master of all stars. Whoever can prove it will be the undisputed supreme ruler of this world."

"Wow, that's amazing..."

Jiang Mu looked on with envy, "So, who's the big shot who's getting certified this time?"

"The old lord of Liuli Island, Beitang Batian." Ling Ye scooped up a spoonful of watermelon and parted her red lips slightly.

Eight days after being burned?

Jiang Mu secretly clicked his tongue in amazement; this old man was indeed having a tough time.

"His star position is the 'illegitimate son star' among the five stars of the North Pole. After that great demon died, he briefly ascended to the top of the world. Although he was later overtaken by several others, his foundation remains."

"Can he succeed?"

"have no idea."

Ling Ye brought the watermelon to her crimson lips, the juice seeping into her pearly teeth and instantly being swept away by her tongue.

"But this is probably his last chance. With his lifespan coming to an end, others can still take their time. But he has no choice but to gamble everything."

Jiang Mu understood.

It turns out he was an old senior who had been pushed to the edge of a cliff by time.

We can only hastily obtain a star certificate.

Jiang Mu felt a little thirsty and her gaze fell on the watermelon in Ling Ye's arms:

"I'm a little thirsty, could you share some?"

Ling Ye tilted her head back and asked, "Do you like drinking milk?"

?

Jiang Mu was caught off guard by the question.

I wasn't just looking randomly.

He said dryly, "It's not... impossible."

"It's a bit fishy."

"It's okay. I admire nature and like things that are all-natural."

Jiang Mu looked sincere.

Ling Ye reached behind her back and pulled out a sheepskin water bag, handing it to him:

"The goat milk was just milked this morning and has been heated."

harm.

It turns out it was Pleasant Goat's milk.

Jiang Mu was inexplicably disappointed. He took the water bag, opened it, and smelled it. There was indeed a fishy smell.

Just as I brought it to my lips to drink, a hand suddenly reached out from the side.

"Wait a moment!"

Ling Ye snatched the water bag back.

She lowered her head and sniffed the bag, as if remembering something, and said with annoyance, "I forgot, there's medicine mixed in inside, you can't drink it."

She put the water bag back, then took out a spoon and handed it to Jiang Mu.

She then drew a line down the middle of the watermelon.

"Let's eat this. You eat half, I'll eat half, and no crossing the line."

"..."

Jiang Mu really wanted to complain.

Why can't I just use my 40-meter-long sword to cut it into pieces?

But looking at the woman's aloof profile, he ultimately didn't dare to voice his opinion and obediently scooped up his half of the melon.

Mmm, it's very sweet.

But I still want to drink milk.

The wind picked up on the rooftop.

The two sat side by side, gazing up at the boundless blue sky, each holding the same watermelon, their spoons bobbing up and down.

The wind rustled the hem of my clothes, and the distant street noise was filtered into a blurry background sound.

At this moment, it seemed as if only this roof ridge, half a watermelon, and the shoulders of the two people that happened to touch were left in the world.

It has a kind of serene and picturesque quality.

"Master Jiang..."

"Sister Ling, just call me Xiao Jiang."

"..."

Why are they even taking advantage of this situation...? Ling Ye took a deep breath and asked:

"Xiao Jiang, have you thought about what to do in the future?"

"What do you mean, 'after'?"

"Don't you have any plans for your future? Are you really prepared to serve the imperial court for the rest of your life?"

Ling Ye gazed at the drifting clouds in the sky, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Jiang Mu sat upright, his expression solemn:

"Since I receive the emperor's salary, I should be loyal to him. Slaying demons and monsters, protecting the people, reporting to the court, and bringing peace to the people—this is my duty! As for personal comfort, how dare I..."

"Alright."

Ling Ye interrupted him, glancing at him sideways, a hint of reproach flashing in her cool eyes.

"I wasn't testing you, so stop pretending."

However, Jiang Mu was determined to cement the "loyal" persona onto her, and delivered another impassioned declaration.

The main selling point is loyalty.

Ling Ye was too lazy to listen anymore, and his voice faded:

"The path of cultivation is fraught with thorns. Many people spend their entire lives studying scriptures, yet still fail to grasp the essence. In the short span of a hundred years, rather than gambling on that elusive and ethereal Heavenly Dao, it is better to cherish the people before you and enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world."

Jiang Mu listened attentively.

That's what he thought too.

Ascension is definitely a must. After all, as a transmigrator with cheat codes, wouldn't it be very embarrassing not to ascend?

But you still need to get married; you can't stay single forever, can you?

The saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

If you can take care of chickens and dogs, then having a wife and children is naturally no problem.

only……

What kind of wife should I marry?

Bai Xiang's gentle and quiet figure subconsciously came to mind.

Jiang Mu immediately shook her head.

Ah, Puxin woman.

The moment you rejected me, a pitifully thick barrier already separated us.

Chu Lingzhu?

That girl was quite pretty and charming.

But being a doctor is a bit scary. What if you get into an argument one day and someone says, "Dad, take your medicine"?

Who else could it be?

Jiang Mu's gaze involuntarily drifted to the side.

She has high spiritual cultivation and is also a wealthy woman.

Her looks are impeccable, and her figure is absolutely top-notch.

The cafeteria for children in the future will definitely have enough food.

Although they look a bit cold on the outside, once you get to know them, you'll find that they're actually quite warm on the inside, and they'll even give you a knife or a melon.

and……

In broad daylight, a lone man and woman were eating watermelon on the rooftop, and they were even eating like a couple. She suddenly brought up this topic again, saying something about cherishing the person in front of you.

Isn't this a blatant hint?

Are older single women desperate to get married?

You've taken a fancy to this little puppy of mine?

With a firm resolve, Jiang Mu confidently uttered three words:

"I do."

"What?"

Ling Ye looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Her eyes were crystal clear, devoid of any seductive allure, only pure confusion.

"..."

Jiang Mu immediately regained her senses.

Oh no, I've been deluding myself.

"It's nothing. I just said this melon is so sweet, I'd eat it every day."

Jiang Muqian chuckled twice.

Just then, the sky darkened without warning.

It was like a gray, misty cloth that had been forcibly placed over the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a sliver of starlight pierced through the gray curtain and lit up.

Then came the second point, the third point... and so on, the stars appearing one by one in this daytime twilight.

They grew denser and brighter, weaving together a dazzling yet silent sea of ​​stars.

Such a magnificent sight can only be witnessed by those who hold a celestial position.

"They're here!"

Ling Ye's eyes narrowed.

Jiang Mu shuddered, held her breath, and stared wide-eyed.

Rumbling--

The void trembled.

At the edge of the sky, a majestic, mountain-like phantom slowly rose.

He was an elderly man with white hair flowing down his shoulders.

His eyes were like two blazing suns, and his body was surrounded by a dazzling aura of power.

The mere appearance of a phantom was enough to make countless low-ranking star officials tremble with fear and feel an urge to kneel down.

"I, Beitang Batian, have been seeking the Dao for over a hundred years, experiencing three calamities and nine tribulations, and witnessing the vicissitudes of life."

Now, feeling that my destiny is nearing its end and the Great Dao is yet to be perfected, I wish to use this body to illuminate the Heavenly Dao and question the Purple Star—

The old man's voice was deep and resonant, like a great bell.

"If we succeed, we will shine for eternity and repay Heaven with our glory. If we fail, we will return to Heaven and give thanks to Heaven in the darkness."

"Heaven above, please have mercy!"

"Ziwei, come here!"

After saying this, the towering phantom let out a long roar, transformed into a dazzling stream of light, and soared into the sky.

It rushed straight toward the Purple Star Emperor, which hung high in the nine heavens.