The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Get...get away!" Wang Xinyao staggered to her feet and shook off the hand of the red-robed Saint.

The person in front of her was obviously a bit perverted, and she felt extremely disgusted whenever he got close to her.

"Yaoyao, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, as long as you obey and become my woman,

And tell me the whereabouts of Wang Muyun, I will let you go, and I will even accompany you to visit her,

Acknowledge her as my mother-in-law. Since she can no longer marry me, I will let you marry in her place.

This way, I won't hurt your father, is that okay?" The Red Robe Saint's voice was incredibly gentle, and his hands were so soft he was afraid of hurting her.

"You...you don't come over here..."

Wang Xinyao grabbed the sharp pieces of porcelain bottle on the ground and pressed them against her neck.

"If you come one step closer, I will..." Before he could finish his words, the fragments drew a small red line the moment they hit his neck.

"It is a blessing for a mortal like you to be noticed by this Saint Son. Don't be so shameless!"

The red-robed Saint took out the torn marriage certificate from his sleeve with his fingertips. The two words "Mu Yun" written in cinnabar twenty years ago had faded into dark brown.

He suddenly grabbed Wang Xinyao's chin and said, "When your mother threatened to break the contract, did she ever think that her daughter would end up kneeling here?"

Wang Xinyao was too lazy to talk to him. The porcelain pieces became darker and bright red dripped down.

Anger was boiling in the Son of God's eyes, but when he met Wang Xinyao's stubbornly raised chin, his fingertips suddenly loosened.

Twenty years ago, Wang Muyun's resolute figure overlapped with the girl in front of him...

He couldn't provoke her anymore, otherwise she would really do something stupid.

Back then, Wang Muyun was so determined to break off the engagement with him that she even used the Soul-Snatching Knife to injure her immortal roots.

It was also at that moment that he completely lost her.

After finally finding her grown-up daughter, he absolutely could not let that dream be shattered again.

He wanted to make Wang Muyun watch with her own eyes as her daughter became his concubine, and he also wanted to humiliate the almighty God...!

If he couldn't be Wang Muyun's husband, then he must be her son-in-law. This was what Wang Muyun owed him.

"Okay...don't do anything stupid, I'm leaving." He took a few steps back.

Now she is in his hands, with no magic power left. He has plenty of time to waste with her. He has waited for twenty years, so he doesn't have to worry about this moment.

If she really disobeyed, he would go and capture the Crown Prince of Xia and her child, so there would be no need to worry about her disobeying.

"Following me is infinitely better than following that mortal. I can help you become an immortal. You must think carefully!"

After saying this, he exited the imperial study and said to the guard at the door, "Keep an eye on her, don't let her run away."

When Wang Xinyao saw him retreat, her tense nerves relaxed a little, and her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

She held on to her body and tried to recover her spiritual power through practice.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to escape from here as soon as possible.

Thinking that Brother Zhao might risk his own life to save her, her throat suddenly tightened and she gripped the porcelain shard even deeper in her palm.

Suddenly, the blood from the wound on the neck seeped into the porcelain pieces, and the fragments suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light.

Wang Xinyao felt the world spinning around her, her soul being dragged into the depths of the light by an invisible force...

When she woke up again, what came into her sight was a lush forest.

The forest is filled with spiritual energy visible to the naked eye, appearing as a light golden mist. The mist is like gauze, causing a slight numbness when wrapped around the fingertips, and it seems to be wandering with life.

"This is..."

Wang Xinyao's fingers unconsciously touched the golden mist.

Unexpectedly, the mist seemed to have substance and wrapped around her fingertips, bringing a slightly cool touch, and then turned into streams of light and dissipated.

Following the flowing light, her gaze went to the top of the mountain.

Not far away, there was a row of perfect spiral trees, each one taller than the other, with the top ones towering into the sky.

She propped herself up and walked towards the row of spiral trees. Suddenly, she saw a piece of glass-like spiritual fruit and covered her mouth in shock.

These fruits are like glass, emitting a flowing colorful halo under the translucent skin.

This is exactly the same as the spiritual fruit that Concubine Li gave her before.

In other words, her soul reached Lingshan through the mysterious porcelain bottle fragments, and the road leading to Lingshan was not only in the western suburbs of the city.

She involuntarily reached out to the neck that had been scratched by the porcelain shard, only to find that the painful wound had healed to its original state.

It seems that it was my own blood that started this mysterious journey.

The spiritual fruit felt like ice to the touch. The moment she bit into it, the sweet juice, along with the surging spiritual power, rushed into her meridians. The long-lost feeling of power made her fingertips tremble slightly.

When she used her consciousness to activate the ring space again, the ring actually responded.

She was extremely surprised and began to purchase spiritual fruits non-stop.

Anyway, she couldn't go out now and the spiritual spring water couldn't be used, so she had to collect more spiritual fruits to make pills.

Time in Lingshan seems to have stood still, with golden spiritual mist flowing endlessly, unable to distinguish between morning and evening.

Wang Xinyao couldn't remember how many spiritual fruits she had picked, but the spiritual power in the ring space could never tear open the crack to return to reality.

In the imperial library of the Li Kingdom Palace, the red-robed Holy Son went mad.

"Why hasn't she woken up yet..." He looked coldly at Fujiwara Tora, Yin Ping'an and others.

The air in the hall was stagnant. Cold sweat broke out on Fujiwara Tora's forehead, while Yin Ping'an stared at the ground.

Three imperial physicians had already been dragged out horizontally because their diagnosis was inconclusive.

There are fewer and fewer doctors available to them now, but everyone dares only to be angry in their hearts but not to say it out loud, and even has to put on a smile.

Seeing that no one spoke, the Son of God's eyes grew even colder. "Tell me, why didn't she wake up? Don't think you can escape the sin by keeping silent."

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak, for fear that they would accidentally anger the Son of God in front of them and die on the spot.

Seeing that the Red-robed Saint was about to get angry, Yin Pingan stepped forward and said, "Saint, several doctors have checked Miss Wang's body and found nothing wrong with her. The only reason is that she doesn't want to wake up!"

"Tell me, why doesn't she want to wake up?" The Son of God put down the hand that was about to clap and looked at Yin Ping'an.

Yin Ping'an hunched forward and replied in a hoarse voice, "Holy Son, please understand... Many years ago, I had a battle with Miss Wang.

My arm was broken because of her that time. As far as I know, she is very proud.

Now that the Holy Son has sealed her spiritual power, the days of losing all her cultivation may be a life worse than death for her.

Now that I'm imprisoned by you... and guarded day and night, I'd rather sleep forever than bow my head." He stole a glance at the Holy Son's expression, his back already soaking wet.