Three times married to Yama

I can roughly imagine what the rumored version of myself is like.

But I still chuckled and asked, "Sixth Uncle, what kind of person am I according to the rumors?"

My sixth uncle looked at me, stroking his non-existent beard, as if answering me, or perhaps talking to himself.

"It seems that the senior brother found a way, and you actually survived."

Indeed, in other people's eyes, I should have died long ago; my life was only kept alive by my father.

Thinking about this, I actually feel a little guilty. As someone who should have been born and died, how should the rules and laws of the underworld judge me?

I couldn't help but glance at Yan Jinyue. Could it be that he really didn't check my past in the Book of Life and Death?

"Besides, you look quite healthy, not sickly at all." Sixth Uncle fanned himself with his fan, his tone tinged with a hint of感慨 (gan3kai3, a Chinese expression of deep emotion or admiration), "Eldest Brother really went all out."

I didn't want to talk to my sixth uncle anymore, so I said, "Sixth Uncle, Junior Uncle, if there's nothing else, we'll head to the main venue now. Farewell."

After I finished speaking, I turned and left, and Yan Jinyue and the others immediately followed.

Seeing Yan Jinyue's indifferent expression, I couldn't help but ask, "I have a question."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Yan Jinyue looked at me.

After a two-second silence, I asked, "You really didn't check my past in the Book of Life and Death?"

Yan Jinyue answered quickly, "No."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I'd rather learn about your past little by little; looking at the Book of Life and Death isn't a good way to do it."

Hearing Yan Jinyue's words, I felt a bit conflicted. This whole mess has caused me a lot of trouble. If he finds out that my father actually pulled me back from the brink of death by deception, will he send me to the eighteenth level of hell because we disrupted the rules and laws of the underworld?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shudder.

"Ah Yin, what's wrong? Are you... cold?" Yan Jinyue's voice came over.

I rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on my arms and laughed a little awkwardly, "Ah, it's nothing, maybe the wind was a bit chilly just now."

Yan Jinyue didn't say anything, but the next second a cloak was draped over my shoulders.

I was slightly taken aback. I had just gone along with what he said, but who knew he would actually pull out a cloak and put it on me!

In this weather, wearing a cloak like this is quite strange...

But then I thought about it again, and it's not so bad. I can establish a sickly persona.

"Thank you," I said to Yan Jinyue with a smile.

He smiled slightly. "You're welcome, it's my pleasure."

I didn't say anything more, while Xia Zheng stared in shock at Yan Jinyue, looking as if he wanted to reach out and touch her body.

"Mr. Yan, where did you take your things from? Do you have one of those storage bags from cultivation novels? Can I have one?" Xia Zheng was practically drooling.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Xia Zheng, why are you like Ji Fengya? Even if you have a storage bag, it's a very precious thing. How can you just give it away like that?"

After I said that, Xia Zheng finally realized his mistake. He slapped his forehead and said apologetically, "I was a little impulsive in my excitement, Mr. Yan, please don't be angry!"

Yan Jinyue glanced at Xia Zheng indifferently. "You want it?"

Xia Zheng's eyes sparkled. "Is it okay?"

Yan Jinyue laughed, "Let's see if you can behave yourself."

Upon hearing this, Xia Zheng was taken aback at first, then glanced at me, and finally revealed a knowing smile.

I rolled my eyes slightly, too lazy to pay attention to their eye contact.

The main venue of the Mystic Arts Exchange Conference.

Tomorrow is the first day of the official conference. A welcome reception will be held tonight, where the rules and awards for this exchange conference will be explained.

When we arrived, Sheng Weilan, whom we had met yesterday, was standing at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

When she saw me, her eyes lit up slightly, and she walked towards me.

It seems they were waiting for me.

"Miss Sheng, were you waiting for me?" I asked first.

Today, Sheng Weilan was still followed by those two young women, but their eyes looked at me much clearer.

Sheng Weilan replied, "Yes, you were busy yesterday, so it wasn't convenient for you. Are you available now?"

"That's convenient. May I ask what brings Miss Sheng to see me?" I replied.

As we spoke, we entered the main venue together. There were several open-air areas that could accommodate thousands of people. We were now heading to the venue where the welcome party would be held.

Sheng Weilan said from the side, "I really hope to fight you in this sparring session and experience your strength."

Um, I couldn't help but glance at Sheng Weilan again. "You want to fight me?"

Sheng Weilan was taken aback, then couldn't help but smile slightly. "It's a friendly spar."

"They're all the same," I said casually.

Sheng Weilan continued, "I heard that the rewards for the top three in this competition are very good, and there are even spiritual medicines that can prolong life."

Her words made me pause in my tracks. A miraculous elixir that can prolong life?