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"She's not coming back to reason, unless someone forces her to reason."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a sigh.

"I understand."

Kitahara Yuko watched her disappear, then turned to look at Yomi, who was playing with a big fish by the lake. She reached out and helped her throw the fish onto the shore.

"What are you doing! Can't you see I'm reeling in a fish?" Huang Quan grabbed a stone and threw it at her.

"boring."

Kitahara Yuko turned around and continued to look at the solidified white mist in front of her.

Huang Quan pursed his lips, walked to the side to trim tree branches, and casually asked her a question: "Where do you think the boss will come back from, Xinghai?"

Kitahara Yuko looked up at the sky; her older sister was indeed somewhat interested in the starry sea.

So, has my sister been away from home all these years?

......

Nomiyama opened his eyes as he smelled the aroma of food.

He glanced at the food on the dining table in his room, rubbed his stomach, and walked towards the central kitchen connected to their room, asking the two people, "Venus?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him and continued stirring the meat in the pot: "Hmm, but I added some seasoning."

"Ingredients?" Nomiyama pulled Eriri in front of him, peered into the pot, and then frowned.

Eriri Sawamura stepped on his foot and then laughed, "Yukino cracked your fishing rod and caught a lot of pink pufferfish for you."

Nomiyama instinctively released his grip and stepped back, gasping, "Are you devils?"

Eriri Sawamura took one last look at the pink meat soup, then turned and walked towards his room: "Here's some to nourish you. What? You don't like it?"

Nomiyama pulled her back into his arms: "The problem isn't whether I like you or not, the problem is that I don't need to make this up to you."

"Hehe." Eriri Sawamura chuckled.

“Just cooking for fun, anyway you like the taste of these fish.” Yukino Yukinoshita tossed him a medicine bottle. “Take the medicine if you’re in heat.”

Nomiyama reached for the medicine bottle, glanced at her, and whispered, "Um, how about..."

“It’s better to take the medicine.” Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head. “I don’t want you to blame us for draining your energy if you lose.”

Nomiyama felt a little regretful as he carefully put away the medicine: "How did you know? Didn't you have a very good impression of her? Did you ask Yuko?"

Yukino Yukinoshita took out a large soup bowl and ladled meat soup for him: "Hmm, can we win?"

Nomiyama grinned: "I don't know. I don't know how much she will recover, or if she will become even stronger."

He reached out and clenched his fist: "Besides, I haven't tried to see what it would be like to use my full strength to fight, since there's no one else in this world who can make me use my full strength to fight except her."

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up her soup bowl and walked towards his room: "How big is the gap between you and Yuuko in your prime?"

Nomiyama, with Eriri in his arms, slowly followed her: "If we're talking about their respective prime, Yuko stabbed me a thousand years ago, and that stab, in its final state, only touched the edge of her body, just the edge."

"Yuko could hurt me with a knife, but based on my calculations of fully unleashing my full potential, it would be something like her using a pencil sharpener to prick my finger—completely harmless. But if she gave that knife to her sister, I think... if it were me, lifeless as I am now, well, I'd be hacked to death..."

Yukino Yukinoshita placed the soup bowl on the table, then exclaimed in surprise, "The difference is so big?"

Nomiyama released Eriri and sat down in front of the large soup bowl: "Yuko is very strong in training and has a great talent for killing, but she is still worlds apart from her sister. Yuko can't really see how strong her sister is."

“Take Yukinoshita for example. Your talent for cultivation is actually not much different from hers. You hardly cultivated, but by the time you were eighteen you had reached almost Yuko’s level. She killed a lot of people at the age of thirteen and became number one. Then after she turned eighteen, she would provoke me and fight with me. Just think of her as someone who has cultivated for thirty years more than you.”

"Then what's the point of fighting?" Eriri Sawamura sat in her seat, raising an eyebrow. "Just admit defeat and call her 'older sister' instead."

"Of course we can fight. I'm not some wooden block that just stands there and gets chopped down. Don't be afraid. Yuko's judgment will be wrong. She can't understand Yukino Yukihime's strength, and she can't see me at full power. Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we fight."

"Snow falls and snow falls at night, and there are knives; I have a fishing rod, so I'm not inferior in terms of weaponry."

Yukino Yukinoshita served Eriri a bowl of rice and looked at her, saying, "You decide what to do, but don't lose."

"Okay." Nomiyama smiled and picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

Then he took out a medicine bottle, fed himself a pill, and complained, "Aren't there poisonous fish and illusion fish? Why do I have to eat spring fish?"

Eriri Sawamura laughed and picked up the stir-fried beef from the table, putting it in her own bowl: "I think the spring fish is more fun."

Yukino Yukinoshita sat down and quietly picked up some food.

Nomiyama chewed on a large piece of venison, swallowed it, and asked, "You didn't tell Megumi and Mai, did you?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "Not yet, but we need to resolve this quickly, otherwise it will be difficult to explain if it takes too long."

"How long have I slept?"

"Five hours, not bad."

Yukino Yukinoshita gently placed her chopsticks on the ground and looked at him: "The main question is when will she be back? If it's going to be too long, we'd better go back first."

“Soon.” Nomiyama swallowed a mouthful of broth. “If she was previously an unpredictable Schrödinger’s cat…”

“Now they are stray cats that need you to feed them. When they are hungry, they will come looking for you.” Yukino Yukinoshita pondered and gave the next paragraph.

"Why not a house cat?" Eriri Sawamura asked.

“A well-cared-for house cat usually doesn’t scratch people.” Nomiyama grinned. “She’s thinking about scratching me all the time, and she even brought rabies with her.”

“You seem quite happy.” Eriri Sawamura clicked her tongue.

"I'm just really excited." Nomiyama looked at the musk beef on the table, picked up a few slices and put them in his soup bowl. "I've never lost a fight, not even when I've gone all out. Even she couldn't force me to go all out in the past. But now I only have my body, while she might be at her peak. This will probably be the only fight I can really enjoy as far as I can remember."

"With a thousand years of memories, how come you're still like a child?" Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him with disdain.

"Even if I had ten thousand more years of memories, I would still like you." Nomiyama reacted at lightning speed.

"Why do I feel like you haven't become more reserved, but rather more shameless?" Eriri Sawamura looked at him suspiciously. "These thousand years of memories really haven't affected you at all?"

"Ahem, actually, I mainly remembered that shameless Yukinoshita Yukinoya. The rest of the time is just a vague memory." Nomiyama swallowed the meat and said seriously, "I was influenced by her. She is really shameless."

Looking at his seemingly relaxed demeanor, Yukino Yukinoshita asked the question: "What will happen if you lose?"

Eriri Sawamura stopped eating and looked at him as well.

Nomiyama thought for a moment and replied, "She will probably forcibly conscript me and then force me to separate from you."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then gripped her chopsticks tightly: "My talent in cultivation is no weaker than hers. I'll take it back later."

"No, you underestimate her." Nomiyama picked at the meat in his bowl, looked at the oil, and raised his lips. "When she wins, she will take me straight to the Star Sea, so that you can't catch up with her at all right now."

“In other words, you can’t lose.” Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath.

"I won't lose." Nomiyama picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl. "Trust me."

"Mm." Yukino Yukinoshita nodded, then picked up the piece of meat.

Nomiyama's eyes darted around, glancing at the piece of meat she was offering to her lips.

Eriri Sawamura observed quietly, her eyes gradually brightening with excitement.

"hehe."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped what she was doing and looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

"Is this all you have on your minds?"

Nomiyama stretched out his chopsticks, picked up the piece of venison that she had cooked with Haruyu, and put it in his own bowl: "Eriri is like this, a doujinshi artist, her mind is full of things unsuitable for children."

Eriri Sawamura kicked him: "You've read all my doujinshi!"

......

After finishing their meal, the three of them sat together on the small hill, quietly lost in thought.

Nomiyama looked at the ground, thought for a moment, and then stretched out his hand: "Yukinoshita, lend me some air, and I'll take you to see some old friends."

"An old friend?" Yukino Yukinoshita withdrew her gaze from the sky, breathing on him while asking herself in confusion.

"Hmm...your family's predecessors..."

As Nomiyama finished speaking, Yukino Yukinoshita and Eriri Sawamura made eye contact with those people.

"..."

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita quickly cut off that gaze, her breathing slightly uneven: "These are..."

Nomiyama recalled those somewhat familiar faces: "...your family..."

Eriri Sawamura, remembering the hundreds of long-haired female ghosts staring at her when she glanced over just now, subconsciously moved her small stool away from him.

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed his clothes, her movements unusually forceful: "What have you been doing for the past thousand years?!"

Nomiyama looked completely innocent. He hadn't done anything; he was just fishing and roasting chicken on the mountain.

"Ok?"

Before he could speak or explain, Nomiyama turned his head and looked at his own mountain.

Yukino Yukinoshita also looked over.

Someone is tampering with his temper.

"She survived."

......

If you don't pry open a coffin, can you tell whether the person inside is dead or alive?

Kitahara Yuko felt it was alive because she saw a beautiful, slender hand emerging from the ground in her sister's grave.

Her eyes twitched. She hadn't expected that the plan they had agreed upon would simply involve lying in a coffin and sleeping for a thousand years.

"Big Sister?" Huang Quan tilted her head, her fair and delicate arm swaying slightly.

"Hehe, are you surprised?" Xue Shita Xue Wan stood behind them, threw a pebble, and shattered the illusion of her arm that she had created.

"Big Sister!!" Huang Quan turned around and pounced on her, clinging to her. "Whoa!!!"

Yukinoshita Yukinoshita gently rubbed the head of the girl on top of her to comfort her, then looked at the even smaller girl in front of her and raised an eyebrow: "Yuko, how did you reincarnate?"

Kitahara Yuko opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Seeing her younger sister's reddened eyes, Xue Wan remained carefree and said, "Don't cry. It's such a good thing to be resurrected, why are you crying?"

She turned around, looked at the mist that belonged to him flowing on the lake, and grinned: "Let's not reminisce now, I have more important things to do."

Standing on the lake, Xue Xia Xue Wan embraced Huang Quan with one hand and pierced his mist with the other.

She closed her eyes and began to browse through his memories within the mist.

In a desolate wasteland, as dusk approaches, a massive fireball slowly descends towards the horizon, its orange or red light like burning flames, firmly clinging to the wasteland; the snow on the plains melts, revealing newly sprouted green moss, which looks like scars on the earth after it has been burned, and is everywhere.

All around was quiet, with only the occasional cry of an eagle and the chirping of some kind of insect coming from above.

Snow fell, and after scanning the surroundings, he realized this was his mountain, but he himself was not there.

That is...

Her gaze lingered on a certain spot, fixed on the light, and Xue Shita Xue Wan's lips curled into a smile.

She thought of something very interesting.

Even he, when he first appeared, should have been naked; he couldn't have been born with clothes on.

The sky was filled with stars, sparkling like living fireflies, and the wind and snow stopped.

The young god appeared in the light.

Snowfall in the evening pursed her lips. How come she was born wearing a hazy, luminous garment? It's really a ghost story.

Immortals and evil spirits, including powerful beings he didn't recognize, appeared, their malice directed directly at him.

Xue Xia Xue Wan looked at them with disdain, thinking they were a bit stupid.

Why be the first to stick your neck out? If it were me, I would definitely observe first and see how strong this guy is.

Wait, that's not right. If I were here right now, I'd probably be the first to make a move. After all, I'm invincible, so I'd definitely charge in with complete confidence.

As she watched his birth, Yukino Yukino reached out, preparing to continue flipping through her memories, and then saw a blurry human-shaped space on the other side of the mountaintop.

Oh? Man, you're looking at your memories too.

Well, it's a pity you can't stay long.

Seeing the other person shatter and disappear, Yukino Yukinoya no longer lingered there. She reached out and began to rapidly sweep through her memories.