She was the maid who had visited Qingyuan Sect on the day of the apprenticeship ceremony!

She had once helped Su He out of a tight spot, representing the Princess in delivering gifts. The gift was a stone from the Flood Dragon clan, still lying around at Feng Yaya’s place.

The little golden dragon’s head leaned close to Su He, whispering secretly: “This is Sister Liuru, someone you know, Auntie’s most intimate maid, but—don’t provoke her! Don’t provoke her! Don’t provoke her! She doesn’t care who you are when she gets fierce, she’ll hit you just the same, she’s been hitting me for six thousand years.”

This female bandit actually showed a few strands of fear.

As the personal maid of Princess Ji Feixue, her status was equivalent to that of the Flood Dragon priests who served beside our esteemed Dragon Turtle ancestors.

The Flood Dragons accompanying Dragon Turtle represent him directly when they are outside. Even the heads of the top ten immortal sects must treat them with respect.

Su He remained composed, nodding to the maid in greeting: “I’ve seen Sister Liuru before, thank you for your help that day.”

Liuru chuckled and returned the greeting: “What help did I provide? If the honored guest were to visit Xuantian Gate now, even the elders wouldn’t be qualified to meet you.”

After speaking, she glanced at Meng Xuan with a strange look in her eyes.

Meng Xuan counted her scales, not daring to make eye contact.

She withdrew her gaze and looked back at Su He, smiling lightly: “The Princess has been waiting for a long time, shall we go now?”

“How could we make the Princess wait? Qi Jie should have woken me up,” Su He nodded to Liuyun, then said to Meng Xuan.

Turning back to Liuyun, he said: “Sister Liuyun, just calling me Su He is fine.”

Su He followed her deep into Yunmeng Marsh. Meng Xuan let out a surprised “Eh” and said to Su He: “Did you come up with that honorific title for yourself?”

Honorific titles are given by others, no different from the nicknames of bandits.

Little Dragon Turtle hasn’t even made a name for himself yet, and he’s already given himself a title? What’s Su? Is it the Su from Su Huanian?

As Su He walked, he shook his head: “I had my name before I became a Dragon Turtle; Su He has always been my real name, He being the name of the Dragon Turtle.”

The little golden dragon pouted: “Not domineering at all.”

Look at the names of the other Dragon Turtles, Zhu, Lei, Huang, Tai… they all have a feel to them, even the previous Dragon Turtle sister, Ling. That’s also great.

He, it sounds weak.

The Fire Dragon fruit squatted on Liuru’s shoulder, tilting its head to look at Su He.

The three of them traveled on water, and in less than half an hour, they had dived deep into Yunmeng Marsh, revealing a small underwater garden. Meng Xuan led the way, darting up and down.

Liuru led Su He into the garden, stepping into an underwater flower garden, and said to Su He: “Please wait here for a moment, the Princess will arrive shortly.”

She bowed slightly, retreated a few steps, turned around, and left gracefully.

Su He couldn’t see through this maid’s cultivation level, nor could he even discern her race, unsure if she was human or demon.

This garden was very tranquil, with bits of aquatic plants swaying in the water, and stars reflected above, dancing in the water, like fireflies.

Looking up, a crescent moon hung in the west, rippling with the water. Fish leaped, and the moon’s reflection shattered in an instant.

This place was truly peculiar. It was deep winter, yet Yunmeng Marsh was not frozen. The water temperature was comfortable, rippling against the body, as if a gentle hand was slowly caressing.

Outside the garden, Meng Xuan swam freely, shooting up into the sky, breaking the newly formed crescent moon again, spiraling and singing under the stars.

“Is it beautiful?” A crisp voice rang out, and Su He turned to see a white dragon swimming towards him. This dragon was extremely beautiful, with a pure white body and only its eyes pitch black, a pale blue mane along its spine, and a hint of blue behind its claws.

It was she who spoke.

Is this the true form of the Princess? This is not a Flood Dragon! How could a Flood Dragon have four claws?

“Su He pays respects to the… Sister!” Su He intended to greet his senior, but before the word ‘senior’ could leave his mouth, a great sense of danger fell upon his shell.

He felt that if he dared to utter the words ‘senior’, even Uncle Luo’s protection wouldn’t save him today.

Hmm, calling the friend of White Ling ‘Sister’ must be right!

I have a sister tens of thousands of years old, aren’t you all envious?

The white dragon’s smile turned warm, and the smooth transition left Su He in awe.

“Is it beautiful?” She gestured towards Meng Xuan swimming under the moon.

Of course, it was extremely beautiful, but…

Su He paused, suddenly recalling what Liuru had said on the day of his apprenticeship, advising him to cultivate well, with the Princess promising a princess from the Dragon Palace…

Stop joking! They’re not even the same species!

The white dragon swayed gently, stirring the water and wrinkling the entire garden’s aquatic plants, then turned to look at Su He: “Is little dragon Xuan beautiful, or am I?”

“???”

“!!!”

Sister, stop joking! Is this a question an elder should ask?

Su He faced the white dragon and couldn’t help but swallow, this dragon was truly beautiful! Among all the beasts Su He had seen, only the silent White Ling could compare to her.

But how to answer this question?

Su He hesitated, then saw the white dragon opposite him bow its head slightly, gazing at him quietly.

Meng Xuan said, this one is a madwoman…

Su He licked his lips: “Qi Jie is extremely beautiful, spirited and lively, adorable, and very righteous. But Sister’s mature elegance is completely different, like a delicate orchid, like the quiet plum in winter, requiring careful appreciation.”

The white dragon’s head slowly retracted, and she chuckled: “You have a way with words.”

Su He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he saw a flash of pale blue light, and the white dragon transformed into a woman who slowly descended. She wore a light gauze that rippled with the water, her graceful and proud figure fully displayed underwater, yet veiled by the gauze, both real and illusory, a sight too beautiful for words.

Su He thought of a line of poetry without any context: “A thread of cloud, a shuttle of jade, light robes of thin gauze. Lightly furrowed brows over dark spiraled lashes.”Hmm, unlike the poetic descriptions, the woman before me did not furrow her brows lightly; instead, she wore a smile with a few strands of mirth. This smile was extremely beautiful, yet it always made one feel that charm and elegance appeared simultaneously.

A dignified and graceful demoness.

The dignified demon aura, the pure charm.

Especially the two delicate bells on her ankles, which made a crisp sound even underwater, and with a slight movement, they added a touch of enchantment. Yet, her demeanor was like an orchid, making her seem like an untouchable fairy.

A fairy, yet her light gauze fell into the water, semi-transparent.

Enchantress! Su He judged in his heart.

“Open your mouth.” Ji Feixue revealed her human form and uttered the first word.

Su He was stunned.

Ji Feixue smiled lightly: “Satisfied with the answer, here’s a reward for you.” Her soft, boneless fingertips drew circles on Su He’s head: “Good boy, open your mouth.”

If I don’t open my mouth, will you hit me? Su He looked up and saw the princess’s eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not really.

He obediently opened his mouth.

With a flick of Ji Feixue’s slender hand, a distant mountain silently split open, and an elixir flew out from within the mountain, landing in Ji Feixue’s hand. She flicked it gently, popping the elixir into Su He’s mouth.

The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, flowing into his stomach with the water.

Su He’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone light: “Eh? I ate it too quickly and didn’t taste it. What is this? It’s too generous of you to offer such a gift upon our first meeting.”

Ji Feixue was Bai Ling’s close friend and also well-acquainted with the Dragon Turtle clan, so she probably wouldn’t harm him.

Ji Feixue chuckled and shook her head: “I obtained a pill recipe by chance and refined it casually. I don’t know its effects, so if you notice any changes in your body, remember to tell me!”

Su He: “…”

Stop joking, we’re really not that close!

He laughed dryly to change the subject: “May I know why you summoned me here today, sister?”

This woman was not one for idle chatter; it was best to deal with the matter at hand and leave quickly to absorb the essence of the I Ching.

Ji Feixue blinked, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, her gauze floating with the water, revealing a graceful silhouette through the sheer fabric. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the princess suddenly turned around and said, “I forgot.”

“!!!”

I suspect you lured me here just to feed me this medicine! But this woman… this mother dragon refused to tell him what the elixir was.

This place was somewhat dangerous. Su He felt he couldn’t handle this demoness, licked his lips, and thought about leaving, but then he saw Meng Xuan at the horizon, continuously gesturing to him with obvious hints.

She curled her body into the shape of a Refining Artifact furnace and then threw a dragon head into the furnace…

Su He gritted his teeth and decided to stay a little longer, taking out a lichen from his spatial ring and said to Ji Feixue: “I’ve long heard that sister is the top Refining Artifact master in the world, and I have a piece of lichen here…”

Before he could finish, Ji Feixue stretched out her slender jade finger and lightly hooked it, and the lichen flew into her hand, hanging weightlessly on her forearm.

She smiled: “Afraid of wasting a treasure, so you want to give it to me? You sure know how to handle things, knowing that treasures should be gifted to beauties.”

Su He blinked.

Who praises themselves as a beauty? And is that what I was thinking? How come I didn’t know?

He looked up at the golden dragon in the sky, only to see it wagging its tail and fleeing in a puff of smoke.

Su He: “…”

Did they conspire to covet my lichen? Is lichen a treasure? If it is, I want it back.

Su He opened his mouth: “Sister, I have here…”

“Shh!” Ji Feixue placed a jade finger on his lips, making a silencing gesture. Seeing Su He’s sparkling eyes, she sighed softly, beckoned with her finger, and another piece of lichen also floated out from the spatial ring.

“I know you have another one, but why give me both?” She shook her head, seemingly making a decision against her will: “I never accept gifts from others, only you are an exception. But just this once, no more.”

“!!!”

Su He’s expression changed instantly, his breathing grew heavier, but then he saw Ji Feixue gently wave her hand, and a stream of water swept him towards the outside of the estate.

Ji Feixue’s soft voice came: “Don’t tell anyone, I will appoint you as the leader for this Dragon God Festival, and the best prize will be yours.”

Is this about the gift? Su He’s breathing grew heavier, his gaze fixed on Ji Feixue, only to see the woman putting away the two pieces of lichen, already changed into a new set of clothes, a more conservative palace attire, stepping lightly, her destination unknown.

Su He’s face changed dramatically, his emotions churning.

Did she see the dice? It shouldn’t be, did she sense like Uncle Luo that he could duplicate things?

He needed to contact Uncle Luo, contact Grand Ancestor Tai, this matter must be reported to the elders!

Su He’s mind was in turmoil.

…

Inside the mountain that had just been opened, a pill furnace stood silently, with Ji Feixue in palace attire standing beside it. In each hand, she held a piece of lichen.

Her eyes were misty, an indescribable expression on her face.

She murmured to herself: “Indeed identical, not the slightest difference…”

She turned to look at the side of the pill furnace, where a jade box lay. Upon closer inspection, the flawless white jade box was made from a piece of Jade Turtle shell, with intricate patterns.

On both sides of the jade box were formations. Ji Feixue placed the two pieces of lichen into the formations, and with a flash of light, the jade box clicked open.

Ji Feixue’s gaze sharpened. After a moment of surprise, she revealed a smile. That mischievous girl couldn’t hide anything from her. How did she calculate that a clan member ten thousand years later would have the talent to duplicate things?

Could her divination really be so incredible? Ji Feixue was not unskilled in divination; in fact, she was a master of the art. But that little Dragon Turtle was special; she had calculated countless times, and every result was that he did not exist.It must have been Bai Ling who had set up her schemes early on, erasing the traces of her clansman. Perhaps even without her knowledge, she used these schemes.

Otherwise, why does the sight of Little Turtle always evoke such heart-wrenching pain?

Could it be that without her knowledge, Bai Ling severed a strand of existence to conceal Little Turtle’s destined path?

Bai Ling was capable of such a feat.

Ji Feixue clenched her silver teeth, “You dead girl, don’t let me find you. Next time I see you, I’ll flip open your shell to see just how dark your heart is!”

As for the rumors that Bai Ling had perished, had died…

Believe that, and you’d believe anything!

Even if the world were to be destroyed, that girl wouldn’t possibly die.

Ji Feixue looked down at the white jade box.

To open this box, two completely identical items were required, no matter what they were, be it magical treasures or bricks and tiles, only those that were identical inside and out would do.

But where in this world could one find two completely identical things?

She had always thought that Bai Ling was playing word games with her, an unsolvable riddle for eons, until she saw these two identical garments.

It turns out, there truly were two identical things in this world.

As the box opened, a cheerful voice couldn’t wait to jump out: “Call me sister!”

Ji Feixue was stunned, then burst into giggles, laughing so hard that she shook like a blooming flower, causing ripples in the water, unable to straighten her waist, before she cursed with a laugh: “Seeking death!”

Childish!

She looked into the box, where a stream of light swam back and forth. It was a cluster of memories that had been stripped away.

Always with these mysterious antics. What can’t be said clearly and plainly? Six thousand years ago, she suddenly appeared, handed her an elixir recipe, and implored her to refine it at all costs.

Today, Little Dragon Turtle arrived, and the elixir was just perfected. If this elixir wasn’t for Su He, then for whom?

Now, here was a cluster of memories, and who knows what trickery was intended.

This cluster of memories seemed tragically beautiful. Ji Feixue lightly tapped with her finger, and the memories floated up, drifting towards her brow.

They merged perfectly.

They were her own memories, yet she did not know when they had been severed.