Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

Zhao Ling'er's eyebrows were tightly furrowed in pain, and her forehead and neck were covered in sweat. Her big, watery eyes were filled with tears, making her look pitiful, yet with a hint of allure.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, Wang Xuan secretly vowed that he would never let Zhao Ling'er repeat the same mistakes.

This is a pot of undercooked rice, but even if it's undercooked, we still have to eat it!

The fact that just three members of the Moon Worship Cult were able to slaughter the entire Immortal Spirit Island suggests that the Moon Worship Cult's strength might not be as weak as he initially thought.

Then there's the Water Demon Beast, an ancient ferocious creature that cannot be destroyed by water, and simple spells are insufficient to completely kill it.

In the original timeline, it was Zhao Ling'er who burned all of her own essence and self-destructed to completely annihilate the Water Demon Beast.

Wang Xuan would never allow this scene to repeat itself.

Although he hasn't come up with a perfect solution yet.

But he has that confidence!

"I don't understand why everyone is talking about the descendants of Nuwa being trapped by fate, as if this ancient battlefield in Miao territory is destined to be fraught with danger for us."

"Twenty years ago, I transmigrated from Earth to this mythical world. I excelled in both literature and martial arts. Wherever I went, female demons fell in love at first sight, and female ghosts threw themselves into my arms. I truly had the advantage of perfect timing. That vibrant scene of life and flourishing of all things is still vivid in my mind."

"In just twenty years, this place has become my final resting place?"

"No matter how you look at it, the advantage is in my hands!"

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Ling'er's brows relaxed slightly, and her soft, sweet voice rang in his ear: "Brother Wang Xuan, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, here I am. No, I... I have something I want to tell you." Wang Xuan came back to his senses and looked at the girl in his arms. "Ling'er, no matter what happens, don't think about bearing it all alone. I'm here for you."

He didn't want Zhao Ling'er to impulsively sacrifice herself in the future, so he felt it was necessary to inform her in advance.

Zhao Ling'er hugged Wang Xuan's neck and giggled, "Weren't you in front of me?"

"Ling'er, you've even learned to tease me now." Wang Xuan stroked her smooth face, his voice becoming hoarse and low: "Ling'er, how are you now?"

"fine……"

Wang Xuan gently leaned down and kissed Zhao Ling'er's cherry lips.

……

Zhao Ling'er fell into a deep sleep in Wang Xuan's arms, a satisfied smile on her delicate face.

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Manipulating creation, reversing the mechanisms of heaven and earth, creating something from nothing, transforming decayed things into life, turning withered trees back to green, and reshaping broken bodies.

Before Wang Xuan could fully appreciate this extraordinary power that could seize the very essence of heaven and earth, he was more concerned with how to suppress the rapidly surging cultivation within his body.

He gently withdrew his arm from under Zhao Ling'er's neck, got up from the bed, closed his eyes, sat down, and focused on regulating his breathing.

His cultivation level had already reached the late stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness. Now, his cultivation level had increased dramatically, but for the time being, he could only try his best to suppress it.

The Golden Light Array is still located in the Qiantang County Government Office.

In his original plan, he would secretly set up a golden light array just before the breakthrough and the tribulation of lightning. When the heavenly lightning struck, the golden light array would suddenly appear, stunning the Goddess of Lightning for a whole day.

But he never expected that upon arriving at Immortal Spirit Island, he would so quickly become intimate with Zhao Ling'er.

However, suppressing one's strength is ultimately much simpler than suppressing one's desires.

After forcibly calming his restless cultivation, Wang Xuan returned to the bed, gently embraced Zhao Ling'er, and fell into a deep sleep accompanied by the faint fragrance emanating from the girl.

The next day.

After a night of tenderness, Zhao Ling'er felt slightly unwell and wanted to stay in bed to rest for a while longer.

As the "son-in-law," it was ultimately improper for Wang Xuan to linger in the room.

He spoke a few gentle words to Zhao Ling'er on the bed, then quietly closed the door and walked out of the room alone.

Grandma stood under the eaves, looking at Wang Xuan with a smile on her face.

Wang Xuan cut to the chase and asked, "Grandma, what are your plans next? I'm thinking of taking the people off the island first. I've already arranged accommodations."

"You should take Ling'er and the other maids with you."

"And what about you?"

"My days are numbered, and I don't want Ling'er to be sad for me anymore."

"But it's dangerous to stay here."

"A dying man has no fear of death. The Palace Mistress of Lingyue took us in, and her grave is here. I cannot simply leave. You must promise me that you will treat Ling'er well."

Wang Xuan solemnly replied, "Of course."

"Also, don't tell Ling'er about her background."

"Why?" Wang Xuan hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth, "Grandma, I already told Ling'er about her background last night."

Grandma was extremely displeased after hearing this: "Why did you take it upon yourself to tell her? Wouldn't it have been better to let her live her life carefree?"

"The truth will out eventually." Wang Xuan did not back down. "Ling'er has the blood of Nuwa's descendant flowing in her veins. Protecting all living beings is her mission and her destiny. Moreover, the Moon Worship Cult will not let Ling'er off easily. Running away will not solve the problem."

As the saying goes, it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you.

In Wang Xuan's view, it is better to take the initiative than to simply avoid the situation.

So you call yourself Baiyue?

If you can't beat the Water Demon Beast, you can at least beat me, right?

Grandma suppressed her anger; she understood all of this perfectly well. She stared intently at Wang Xuan and asked in a deep voice, "So, what do you plan to do?"

"I want to take Ling'er to see Qing'er first."

This is not only to help Ling'er obtain the three treasures of Nuwa's lineage: the Heavenly Serpent Staff, the Holy Spirit Cloak, and the Holy Spirit Pearl; Wang Xuan also wants to see Qing'er's remnant soul.

"Didn't you say that Lady Qing'er sealed the Water Demon Beast with her own body? What is your relationship with Lady Qing'er? Why do you keep calling her that?"

"I can't explain my relationship with Qing'er myself," Wang Xuan said slowly. "I've lived for twenty years, and I'm sure I've never met Qing'er, but I have seen a statue of Qing'er's petrified body. I can sense a special bond with her, but I don't know what it is."

"So that's why you said that Lady Qing'er has a chance to be resurrected?"

Wang Xuan nodded gently: "Perhaps Ling'er can awaken Qing'er."

Grandma remained silent for a long time. She felt sorry for Ling'er, but also for Qing'er. She asked solemnly, "Returning to Miao territory is fraught with danger. Can you protect Ling'er?"

"I will do everything in my power to ensure she doesn't get hurt in the slightest!"

Grandma let out a long breath, her voice full of vicissitudes, and slowly said, "Empress Zixuan's husband once helped her, turning the tide and saving the world. I entrust Ling'er to you, hoping that you can do the same this time."