Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

At that time, he was the young master of the Beihai family and the number one genius on the youth list.

Rumors circulated that he devoted himself to cultivation every day and reached the eighth level of the Void God Path in just 500 years.

Only those who have known him since childhood know how rebellious, unruly, and free-spirited he is. It's impossible for him to stay in one place for even an hour, let alone be engrossed in cultivation.

His father, the patriarch of the Beihai family—the Beihai Divine Lord—was deeply troubled by him and no longer expected him to inherit the position of Divine Lord.

My only hope is that he won't be beaten to death outside and will manage to escape back alive. With this wish in mind, I locked him in a secret room, hoping he could improve.

As a result, after being imprisoned for 100 years, this kid made rapid progress and even surpassed the best young people in the clan.

This unexpected surprise almost knocked him senseless!

I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but it turns out he's a dragon lying drunk on shallow water.

There is hope for his Beihai clan!

Suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth and the words of praise, the North Sea God hardened his heart, intending to imprison him for another 500 years.

Unexpectedly, 300 years later, he broke through the restrictions and emerged from his seclusion.

Although his son's cultivation level was higher than his father's, the North Sea God could no longer suppress the upward curve of his lips. There was nothing he could do; his son was a genius among geniuses, bringing him immense pride.

Even the usually low-key North Sea God wanted to shout at this moment: My son has the potential to conquer the earth!

For the sake of the Beihai clan's future, the Beihai God ignored his son's angry, dark face. (Being imprisoned for 400 years would make anyone angry.) The Beihai God was in a good mood as he pulled his uncooperative son into the study.

He felt aggrieved, but he couldn't really beat his own father; he wasn't that deranged.

As soon as he entered the study, his father dropped a bombshell on him.

The Lord of the North Sea asked his son to go down to the mortal realm for some training.

The son's cultivation has improved, but his willpower is insufficient, and he is prone to running out of steam. Even if he is only one step away from reaching the Divine Lord Realm, if he doesn't take that step, he hasn't taken it at all.

Unlike himself, who merely held the title of God-King and could never hold his head high in the Four Realms, his son still had great potential. After all, a 500-year-old Void God at the eighth level was a rare find throughout the Four Regions.

Of course, Shi disagreed. He had been imprisoned for 400 years and had cultivated for 400 years; he had long since had enough of this resentment. Now, all he wanted was to travel to the heavens and the earth and explore every place imaginable.

The usually tough and unyielding North Sea God began to lament his hardships.

The other deities looked down on him and always bullied him because their cultivation was higher than his.

Son, if we don't work harder, our Beihai tribe will be completely divided up by these idiots!

The lives and future of thousands of people from the Beihai tribe are all in your hands.

Son, keep it up!

His expression shifted from anger to surprise as he watched his father's exaggerated performance, and he slowly became numb.

You should look in the mirror; your expression is too exaggerated.

Shi wiped her face and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Anyway, once I get there, I can just let loose and have fun, and nothing bad can stop me anymore.

Once they reached the lower realm, the person they chose focused solely on cultivation, becoming a veritable cultivation fanatic.

Shi, who was used to being carefree, couldn't understand how someone could be like that. The outside world was so wonderful, why would someone stay in one place and keep cultivating?

He stayed and met the person who would change his life.

That person was originally just an ordinary person, lively and energetic, full of spirit, with cunning eyes.

I was deeply attracted to her; she was different from everyone else.

Others might show some degree of reverence for the divine, but she did not. From initial surprise to later excitement, she never displayed any sense of awe.

Her eyes are so beautiful! I want to gouge them out and keep them in my treasure trove.

I also wanted to freeze her into an ice sculpture and place her in my palace, so that she would look at me with adoring eyes every day.

I was completely infatuated with her, and even couldn't help but do what she said. I thought this behavior was extremely abnormal, and at one point I even wanted to kill her. The moment she opened her mouth, I lost control of myself, and I chose to run away.

So it turns out I'm in love; I have a girl I like.

I admit that at the time I only treated her as a diversion in my life, something I could do without. After all, I was a god, and she was just a lowly human. Although I didn't say it outright, I looked down on her in my heart.

I would occasionally appear around her, trying to get her attention. I thought my actions were quite obvious, and she should understand what I meant.

I thought I was preparing for my future partner, but when she kissed me, I could clearly feel that my own heart was no longer under my control.

I fled again, using my lack of experience as an excuse to hide.

Six months later, I heard that a little girl was raped by a god in the cave in front of all the gods. I curled my lip in disdain.

Not everyone is like my little girl, pure and beautiful, with clear eyes.

As the sky was ablaze with countless rays of light, I was strolling aimlessly along the street with a young couple.

When the Li family was massacred and my beloved little girl had to hide in the space, I was still completely unaware.

So when Ye Feng's angry fist came rushing towards me, I didn't dodge and took the punch head-on.

We waited outside for a year. I didn't understand why she still hadn't come out. Well, she's so timid. She cries even if she falls down, let alone when there was a scene of bloodshed.

She must have been terrified!

When we met again, she had changed. She had lost her liveliness and innocence, becoming cold and indifferent. She addressed me as "Your Majesty," her expression calm, her tone stiff.

She told me she was pregnant, and I was furious. I confronted her loudly, believing she had betrayed me and the pure love between us.

But I forgot that all along, it was just my own perception of sweetness and waiting. I never asked for her opinion, nor did I ever make any promises to her.

She looked at me calmly, conveying the helplessness of an ordinary person. There was no shouting, no weeping.

I felt like I couldn't breathe properly, as if a huge rock was stuck in my chest. That feeling of powerlessness—wanting to vent but unable to—clung to me tightly.

I followed her to a small village and stayed with her silently.

She is now a master at the ninth level of the Void God Realm and does not need anyone's protection.

I inquired about her past and regretted my inaction and mockery back then.

She teaches a group of ants how to build houses and how to cultivate self-reliance.

I admit I was stunned by her; she is a great person, and I am not good enough for her.

I was feeling disheartened and wanted to leave.

As it turned out, she ascended to the Upper Realm before me, and I felt that I had another opportunity to use my abilities; I could protect her in the Upper Realm. I believed that I still held some status and power in the Upper Realm.

Upon returning to the Upper Realm, I immediately sent people to find her. Just a few days later, she lay in a pool of blood, a sword embedded in her elixir core, her breath faint; she was on the verge of death.

I don't understand why she wanted to commit suicide, but I'm glad that she had a special constitution and wasn't easily killed.

I didn't ask her why she wanted to commit suicide, but instead earnestly tried to persuade her to live on, thinking she had listened. But she went to extreme lengths to die, and for the first time, I wished Ye Feng would arrive sooner.

She died, leaving me not even a speck of dust.

Because I severed all emotions and love, I broke through to the Divine Lord realm in one fell swoop.

But standing on the sacred mountain, I touched my heart, and it still ached faintly.

Is this what it means to sever all ties and cut off all love?

Many years have passed, and even that little boy from back then has ascended to the upper realm and unified the four seas. Ye Feng remains nowhere to be found; could he have died in the lower realm?

You can't imagine how someone who was so focused on cultivation could lie in the dust and be buried underground.

Shi never truly understood him, from his initial indifference in cultivation to his later passion for only one person.