Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Yinyin wasn't afraid. She stood still, folded her wings, and went forward to help him: "Master, then tell me yourself, who can you blame? You just stayed in one place and let me go find you, then there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"Isn't it because we haven't seen each other for so many years that I have to check your homework?" The half-immortal stood up, twisted his waist, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, he rolled up his sleeves and put on a dignified and otherworldly look. "Now it seems that you have made some progress."

“But didn’t I tell you not to call me ‘Master’ from now on, but ‘Teacher’? How could you forget again?” Banxian’er paused, then suddenly slapped his forehead. “No, you didn’t remember to begin with.”

"Alright, alright, I'll say it again," the fortune teller said. "You're not the Crown Princess, and I'm not the Grand Tutor or Junior Tutor, so there's no need to use the term 'master.' You'll have a formal teacher in the future."

"Let's follow the custom of later generations and call him teacher."

Although Yin Yin already knew about this when the Empress mentioned Marquis Anle, she still found it hard to change her mind: "But you are still the Imperial Preceptor, and I am still a princess. Why can't I call you Master? All my skills were taught by you."

“Hey, that’s the downside of amnesia. I’ve advised you once before, and now I have to advise you again,” the fortune teller said sternly. “Just listen to me, and it will save me the trouble of explaining.”

Finally, he added, "Would I harm you?"

This time, Yin Yin remained silent.

The fortune teller had no choice but to repeat what he had said before: "When I took you as my disciple, I only drank a cup of your tea, did not accept your apprenticeship gift, and did not guide you to properly pay respects to the sect's grandmaster. To be precise, you are not even worthy of being called my disciple."

“If you still refuse to call me teacher now, then you might as well not call me teacher at all.”

Yinyin protested: "You were the one who said back then that you wouldn't care about these empty formalities to please the rich, and you even said that I was both your eldest disciple and your last disciple. What, are you going to deny it now?"

The fortune teller revealed a sly smile: "That's why I'm your master. In life and in work, don't do things to the extreme, so that you have room for maneuver. You should learn from this."

Yinyin rolled her eyes in exasperation, but she knew that the fortune teller was doing it for her own good. She said defiantly, "Otherwise, I might as well just call you fortune teller."

The fortune teller chuckled: "That's not necessarily a bad thing."

Yinyin had no choice but to change her address to "teacher" because of his shamelessness.

The fortune teller nodded in satisfaction and earnestly instructed, "Good Yinyin, after you become a disciple, you must study hard."

"You have a good memory. Memorize all those useful and useless things. Who knows, you might need them someday."

Yinyin could only nod repeatedly and follow him forward.

After a while, Yin Yin finally composed herself and asked, "Teacher, how did you and Xiao Fu come into this world?"

"I just did some experiments," the fortune teller said casually. "It just so happened that you passed away around that time, and Xiao Fu didn't have to worry about the family, so she simply came out to protect me."

As the fortune teller spoke, he glanced at her and said, "Look, isn't this you again?"

Hearing this, Yin Yin felt a lump in her throat, as if her heart was choked up.

The fortune teller spoke lightly, but just thinking about it, one would know that the experiment was not so simple to succeed, not to mention the food, clothing, shelter and transportation after arriving in a new world, and now Xiao Fu's face has become young again. Every single thing shows how difficult it was for them.

Yinyin linked arms with Banxian'er: "Teacher, you all need to take good care of yourselves!"

"I'll be fine within my lifespan," the fortune teller said with a smile that didn't fade. "As for outside my lifespan... well, that depends on what I can do."

"Otherwise, do you think I moved to the Queen's territory for nothing?"

Yinyin tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.

The fortune teller didn't keep her hanging: "Isn't it because I knew my lifespan was coming to an end that I came here? But meeting you is a pleasant surprise."

Feeling Yin Yin tighten her grip, Banxian quickly said, "Loosen up, loosen up a bit. Don't you know how strong you are? My old arms and legs can't take it."

"I never said I would definitely die when my lifespan was over. Why are you in such a hurry? Trying to send me on my way?"

"Teacher!" Yin Yin almost couldn't control her expression. "Can you please stop talking so fast!"

“A person who doesn’t breathe is called a dead person. You’re really getting more and more like a senile person,” Banxian muttered. Seeing the increasingly dangerous look on Yinyin’s face, she asked seriously, “You’re so close to the Empress, do you know what her title is?”

Yinyin thought for a moment and then shook her head decisively: "I might have known before, but I definitely don't know now."

"Her original title was Queen of Ten Thousand Corpses, the 'corpse' in her name," the half-immortal said without any expression on his face. "So she cultivated herself from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The more resentment the corpses held, the better and faster her cultivation became."

Hearing this, Yin Yin roughly understood why the Half-Immortal was in this world. Human life is finite; no matter what methods one uses, immortality is impossible. But changing one's state of existence is still living, isn't it?

Seeing that she seemed to understand, the fortune teller continued, "Later, she gained consciousness and felt that although the title was frightening, it didn't sound good. Besides, how could 'ten thousand corpses' represent her? So she changed her name and became the Queen of Ten Thousand Ages."

"Of course, she is now the Empress for all ages."

"She had just completed her advancement before you reversed time."

This very obvious implication made Yin Yin immediately realize: "Teacher, do you mean that I helped her advance?"

She thought for a moment: "Perhaps it's more than that."

The fortune teller smiled, pleased with their understanding of each other.

However, he didn't explain immediately. Instead, he led Yin Yin to a room and said, "Go in. You said you would take the memories back yourself when you come back."

Yinyin opened the door to find herself in a pure white space.

It's very similar to when I first saw the Divine Space.

Yinyin went inside, and Banxian'er closed the door behind her, thus creating a secret room.

Yinyin took a few more steps forward, and as she moved, the space gradually brightened. Small flowers bloomed under her feet, a green carpet was laid out, and a crystal chaise lounge appeared in the center of the room.

Yinyin glanced at her dress and had to admit that it matched the crystal lounge chair quite well. It was a pity she didn't bring her camera, otherwise she would definitely have taken some photos to remember the occasion.

She sat down on the recliner, the fresh fragrance lingering around her nose, found a comfortable position, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Sensing the commotion inside, the immortal conjured up an exquisite couch and lay down comfortably on it.

Leaning against the large cushion and covering himself with a thin blanket, the fortune teller kept shaking his head: "Young people are just young people. What's the use of only thinking about looks? Comfort is the most important thing."

"That's why I'm the teacher."