Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

"Evil cultivators of the Immortal Realm, do not stop me!!!"

The girl and the security guards wrestled together, and the jade box crashed heavily to the ground in the chaos! The crisp sound of shattering startled the security guards; a corner of the jade box had chipped off when it hit the ground, and the important cultural relic was broken just like that!

This isn't anything particularly valuable, but it's a relatively new artifact with considerable academic value. It's only been exhibited for the first time and it's already in this state—how am I supposed to explain this to my superiors?!

"Let me go!"

The girl struggled to break free, glanced at the broken jade box with resentment and confusion, and then rushed towards the emergency exit at the edge of the exhibition hall.

For a fleeting moment, Qianjing and she made eye contact, but only for a second before she disappeared behind the emergency exit door and escaped.

The exhibition hall fell into a brief silence.

The next second, a cacophony of noise erupted, surprising and amusing the tourists and students who had come to watch. The security guards, under the supervisor's reprimand, quickly chased after the person. Several elderly men, who appeared to be cultural relics experts, ran over with sorrowful expressions to inspect the damage to the cultural relics.

After a moment's thought, Qian Jing made a decision.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he picked up the jade box with a movement that no one could see clearly, touched it for only a moment, and then immediately put it back on the ground. At this time, the cultural relics experts arrived.

"Get out of the way!" "Where are the damaged artifacts?!" "Is it this one?"

They hurriedly picked up the jade box and took a look—

Unharmed.

It looks exactly like it did when it was first unearthed.

"It's not broken..." "Did the security guard make a mistake?" "That scared me to death..."

The old men breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them even took a nitroglycerin pill. It's really tough being an old person.

Qianjing had already blended into the crowd and slipped outside.

"What the hell is this...?"

Wu Shaogang had just recovered from his shock when the crazy woman had already escaped, and Qian Jing had disappeared at some point. Museum security guards and cultural relics experts were coming and going.

Just then, he noticed that as the old cultural relics expert hurriedly left with the jade box that had almost been stolen, a bald, tattooed man passed by the old man. The next second, the old man tripped and fell to the ground, and the jade box and the bald man disappeared without a trace.

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There once was a realm called Cangxuan.

There once was a statue named Qianjing.

The Venerable Qianjing once had a disciple named Ye Yinqiu.

After the Holy Venerable ascended to heaven, he left behind only a seven-character quatrain containing great wisdom. From then on, Ye Yinqiu devoted herself to seclusion and diligently cultivated the Dao. In the end, she became famous throughout the world as the Fairy of Rainbow Skirt.

So, where is the great Fairy of Rainbows making her fortune now?

Oh, so you're just cosplaying as a gutter rat on Earth.

"Seriously, how could this be... how could this be!!!!"

Ye Yinqiu was running through the dirty alley.

She escaped from the museum and, in order to disguise herself, had to throw away the clothes she had brought from the lower realm and put on work clothes stolen from the staff break room—which, in her mind, were special attire for cultivators from the upper realm.

The clothes didn't fit properly; his broad chest stretched the men's shirt tightly, and his oversized shoes slipped as he ran.

She clearly sensed a special power remaining on the jade box. Following the classic cultivator's belief that "all heavenly treasures belong to the capable," she snatched it, only to find it utterly useless.

"What should I do... Master, where are you...?"

She was on the verge of tears.

Just as she ran to the trash can at the end of the alley to check if the security guards were chasing her, a boy suddenly blocked her way.

He was tall and thin, with pale skin, handsome features, and unfathomable eyes. Ye Yinqiu could tell at a glance that this person was no ordinary person, and immediately assumed a fighting stance, but when she reached for her waist, she remembered that her sword had been confiscated.

"Shh, don't get agitated, I'm not a bad person."

Qianjing raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostility, and stared intently at her.

"That unfortunate ascendant who got hit by a car yesterday, arrested by the traffic police, had all his magical artifacts confiscated, and fled in a panic... wasn't that you?"

"How did you know? Who are you! Are you an accomplice of the evil cultivators from the upper realm?!"

Ye Yinqiu became extremely vigilant and glared back at him.

The two were ten meters apart.

Like chivalrous warriors facing off in a martial arts film.

Like a cowboy in a Western movie waiting to draw his gun.

Both of them were completely focused on observing every detail of the other, not missing any of the other's small movements.

Ye Yinqiu was looking for a flaw, while Qianjing was trying hard to recall, searching for the image of this woman in her memory.

Who is she?

His Daoist partner in the lower realm was Xi Qinxue?

His ex-wife in the lower realm, Su Jiuyuan?

His mortal enemy in the lower realm, the Crimson Phoenix Empress?

His personal disciple in the lower realm, Ye Yinqiu?

He was the doorman for the second uncle's family of one of his subordinates in the lower realm.

None of them seem like it... Could it be a new prodigy born after he left?

"...Did you commit the murder yesterday at noon?"

Qianjing asked tentatively.

"...What are you talking about?"

Ye Yinqiu was baffled.

"A family of five was found dead in the Kaisheng Zunjueyuan residential complex in the south of Pujiang District. Any leads?"

"...Death by exploding body?"

A big question mark popped up above Ye Yinqiu's head.

"What's your superpower? Can you make people explode?"

"What are superpowers...?"

More and more question marks appeared above Ye Yinqiu's head, making her, who wasn't particularly bright to begin with, look even more foolish.

Seeing this, Qianjing also had some doubts.

He was very good at seeing through lies by looking into people's eyes and micro-expressions. He was almost certain that this woman who knew nothing was not acting; she really didn't know anything, but he couldn't rule out suspicion.

Just as his mind was racing—

Ye Yinqiu frowned.

Why does this boy, who looks no more than sixteen or seventeen, seem so...familiar?

Those eyebrows, those facial features, those black eyes like frosted obsidian, even that posture, it all reminds me so much of an old friend…

As if possessed, she uttered those two words:

"………………………………………………………………Master, Father?"

"……………………ha?"

"Master... Holy Venerable Qianjing... Is that you!?"

At that moment, the world seemed to have been put on pause.

Qian Jing was stunned at first, then suddenly realized what was happening.

The woman before him, with her graceful figure, stunning beauty, and obvious charm, overlapped with a youthful, innocent face from his memory.

The two are so different that he hadn't considered it at all at first, but now it seems—

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Xiao Qiu?"

"Yes! It's me! It really is you!!!!"

The woman, Ye Yinqiu, grabbed him and her extraordinary, heavy body of fat crashed into his face, almost making him faint from the pressure on his chest. Her hands excitedly grabbed at his back!

"Master! Master! Master!!!! Two hundred years! I've finally seen you!!!!!"

"Two, two hundred...?"

In his understanding, the time he spent in the fetal stage after his reincarnation was only twenty years, which means the time flow rate between the Cangxuan Realm and Earth is 10:1?

"Why don't you go back? Why have we been unable to contact you? We're all so worried about you!! Waaaaaah!!!!"

Two hundred years have passed, and the once naive disciple has grown into a stunningly beautiful fairy, but her attachment to her master has never changed. Qian Jing really didn't know what to say. He had already resolved to sever ties with the past and would never return to his hometown to be some kind of Byd Saint Venerable, especially since no one knew how to get back!

He tried to control his expression, desperately trying to keep his chaotic mind clear, just to say something anyway—

"Xiao Qiu, calm down, I—"

*Pfft!*

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The voice hasn't fallen

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Ye Yinqiu's abdomen suddenly swelled

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Accompanied by the sound of a water balloon bursting

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Her body exploded in two, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.