After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"What? You're going to Shuyu Valley?"

He Anyao handed Xie Xingran, who was in her arms, to Jiang Huaijin. She stepped forward, gripped Liu Qingwan's arm tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open, her voice filled with disbelief and shock.

Inside the brocade quilt in her arms, Xie Xingran, who had just turned one year old, was startled by the sudden noise. Her little brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, sweet babbling sound.

He Anyao quickly composed herself, but still clung to her daughter, her voice tinged with pleading and earnestness:

"Qingwan, you can't go! What will happen to Xingran if you go? He's so young, he can't even speak properly yet, how can he be separated from his mother?"

She looked down at the exquisitely beautiful little face in the swaddling clothes, her eyes almost overflowing with heartache:

"Listen to your mother, you stay here and take good care of Xingran. It's dangerous in Shuyu Valley, I'll go in your place!"

She carried her daughter for a hundred years before finally giving birth to Xie Xingran.

The birth was extremely dangerous; if it weren't for Fairy Qingyou personally protecting them, neither mother nor child would have survived.

Even though Fairy Qingyou repeatedly assured that her daughter's health was no longer a problem, in He Anyao's eyes, she was still a precious treasure that she cherished and protected.

On the battlefield, swords and blades have no eyes, and the ferocious cultivators under the Demon Lord's command run rampant. A slight mistake can lead to annihilation.

Just thinking about that scene made He Anyao's heart clench with pain.

How could she let her daughter, who had just escaped the brink of childbirth, step into another dangerous situation?

If something were to happen to Qingwan, Xingran, who was just born, would be without a mother. How would she live her life from then on?

She looked down at the pair of innocent eyes hidden under the quilt. The little one was waving his chubby little hands, seemingly not wanting Liu Qingwan to leave.

So young, so innocent, this is precisely the time when a mother needs to care for her day and night.

"It's alright, Mother."

Liu Qingwan gently pulled her arm back, raised her hand and patted He Anyao's hand lightly. Her tone was gentle but firm. He slowly shook his head and refused his mother's suggestion.

Her gaze passed over He Anyao, looking towards the distant mountains shrouded in mist outside the window, and a layer of worry gradually settled in her eyes:

"Jinghan is still on the battlefield in Shuyu Valley. He's already sent word that he's been wounded. How can I not worry?"

When her husband Xie Jinghan was mentioned, her voice softened involuntarily. Then she turned to Xie Xingran, who was lying in the quilt, and the firmness in her eyes was replaced by deep sorrow.

She longed to stay by Xingran's side, to personally teach him to speak, to teach him to walk, to watch him grow up little by little, and to change Xie Xingran's fate from his previous life.

But she knew that the trajectory of her past life had been completely disrupted by her rebirth.

The Demon Lord, who shouldn't have entered the battle so early, has now personally descended upon the battlefield. This war between immortals and demons is far more dangerous and unpredictable than the previous one, and no one knows what will happen next.

Moreover, Liu Qingwan is not only Xie Xingran's mother and Xie Jinghan's wife, but also a cultivator.

The path of cultivation is defying the heavens; what one seeks is never just personal immortality, but also the responsibility to protect all living beings.

Now that the country is shattered and people are suffering, how can she comfortably hide in the holy land and enjoy a moment of peace?

Looking at the unwavering determination in her daughter's eyes, He Anyao sighed softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and helplessness.

She raised her daughter for a hundred years and knew her daughter's temperament best; once she made up her mind, no one could change it.

"I understand, Mother can't persuade you..."

He Anyao's voice was full of exhaustion and powerlessness. She turned around, walked quickly into the inner room, and took out a heavy blue jade box.

"Since you insist on going to Shuyu Valley, then take these medicines with you."

He Anyao handed the jade box to Liu Qingwan. The jade box was slightly cool to the touch, and inside were neatly arranged rows of crystal-clear pills.

"The disciples below have just refined a batch of Mind-Concentrating Pills and Healing Pills, all of which are of superior quality. Keep them with you in case of emergency."

"You can take the Holy Land's airship directly there in a while; it'll be faster and there will be fewer complications."

"Thank you, Mother." Liu Qingwan took the jade box, hugged it tightly to her chest, and her voice choked slightly.

She paused, her gaze falling on Xie Xingran again, her eyes filled with guilt. "While I was away, I'm so sorry to have troubled you with the trivial matters of the Holy Land and with Ranran."

As soon as she said it, her heart felt like it had been clenched by something.

In her past life, she missed many moments of Xie Xingran's growth because she was busy with war. In this life, she wanted to make up for it, but she never expected that she would have to leave him even earlier than in her past life.

This guilt overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Then, she turned to her mother-in-law, Madam Xie, and said earnestly, "Mother, don't worry. Once I confirm the situation of the chills, I will immediately send you a message using the communication jade talisman. You don't need to worry too much about us."

Madam Xie nodded, though there was worry in her eyes, she did not offer much resistance.

She stepped forward, raised her hand, and gently pulled out the warm white jade hairpin from her hair, carefully inserting it into Liu Qingwan's hair bun.

The moment the hairpin touched Liu Qingwan's hair, it emitted a faint white light that enveloped her.

"This is a protective magic artifact that my mother-in-law passed down to me when I married into the Xie family. It can withstand three full-force attacks from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator."

Xie held Liu Qingwan's hand, her fingertips slightly cool, but her tone was exceptionally solemn, "The battlefield is dangerous, you must protect yourself. We will wait for you and Jinghan to return safely in the Holy Land."

"Don't worry, Mother, I'll be alright." Liu Qingwan took Xie's hand in return and comforted her softly, "Not only me, but Jinghan and Father will also return safely."

Even so, only Liu Qingwan herself knew how hollow those words were.

The secrets of her past life had already been disrupted by her rebirth, and the current battle situation was even more unpredictable. She had no idea whether she and Xie Jinghan could really return safely.

But she couldn't say it, she couldn't let her two elders worry even more.

After calming the two elders down, Liu Qingwan slowly walked towards Jiang Huaijin.

Whether in her past life or this life, Jiang Huaijin was her personally taught disciple and the person she trusted most. At this moment, he was carefully holding Xie Xingran, looking at him with worry in his eyes.