I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

“Ayan,”

Since that day, Ying Zheng has often chased after Lin Chaoyan with a book in his hand, even at night. Just now, he was knocking on the door with a military book in his hand.

"dong dong dong"

"Ayan, are you asleep?" The candlelight still burning in the room meant he wasn't asleep. Ying Zheng thought to himself.

Damn it! Not again? This is killing me! "Coming right away! Wait for me." Lin Chaoyan quickly turned off the tablet, got out of bed, put on her slippers, lit all the candlesticks, put on her underwear, then put on a cardigan over her slip dress, turned off the lights, and opened the door.

"Is there something you need?" Why are you being so diligent so late at night? You're really going all out to become Brother Zheng's rival!

The moment the door opened, Ying Zheng's gaze met the cinnabar birthmark on Lin Chaoyan's right chest. Startled, his ears turned bright red, and he stammered, "Ah, ah, Ayan~"

"No, it's nothing! You should get some rest! I'll take responsibility for you!" With that, she turned and ran, silently chanting "Don't look at what you shouldn't see..."

"…What? You came all this way just to talk about this? Looks like this kid is under too much academic pressure. I'll arrange some entertainment games for him tomorrow."

Ying Zheng leaned against the wall downstairs, trying hard not to recall the scene he had just witnessed. She was dressed in white, and beneath her slender neck, her breasts, like solidified white jade, were half-hidden, half-revealed. A red mole on her breasts stimulated his mind, and her long, smooth, and shapely eyes were faintly visible.

The more he restrained himself, the clearer the image became. When he heard Lin Chaoyan call him a child, Ying Zheng felt a pang of bitterness.

Just as he looked up, he saw Wen Ci standing on the stairs, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Little kid! You said it'll take at least ten years for you to grow up! In those ten years, my and Yan Yan's kids will probably be old enough to run errands by now!"

Ying Zheng looked calmly at the guy who was provoking him, and scoffed at his words, "Heh heh heh!! Ten years? No need, besides, so what if we have a child?"

"It's so easy for a widow to remarry," Ying Zheng said calmly, raising his eyes to meet Wen Ci's gaze. "I don't know if Ayan will fall in love with you, but if you know her, you should know that even if she has children, they will be with me, not someone like you who needs to constantly change bodies."

While Xiong Jing and his team parted on bad terms, Lin Chaoyan was watching Transformers, and Bumblebee was crying as he said goodbye to the male lead.

At dawn, the rising sun bursts forth. Strands of morning light pierce through the clouds, illuminating the earth like a flame of hope, filling the mountains and forests with anticipation for the new day.

A boy and a girl practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard under the morning light.

At first, Ying Zheng's swordplay was a bit stiff, and the transitions between moves weren't smooth enough. But he wasn't in a hurry. He listened attentively to Lin Chaoyan's instructions, practicing once, twice, and three times if necessary. He repeated this process, striving for perfection in every sword strike.

His greatest strengths are that he listens to advice, is willing to endure hardship, and is not blindly confident.

Every time he was about to make a move, Lin Chaoyan would make him carefully consider and feel where the problem lay in his move.

As winter's chill swept across the land, plum blossoms gradually began to bud. Their graceful green silhouettes were as captivating as snowflakes in this landscape.

In that year, Lin Chaoyan had taught Ying Zheng the entire Wudang swordplay and internal energy cultivation method. As for mastering it and internalizing it, that depended on his own comprehension.

Ying Zheng picked up the wooden sword and respectfully bowed to Lin Chaoyan. "Please enlighten me!"

"Come!"

Swords flew swiftly, swords were everywhere, stirring up a whistling sound. Ying Zheng, wielding a wooden sword, fought with Lin Chaoyan.

"Wrong orientation...too slow!"

During this time, Lin Chaoyan stood rooted to the spot, wielding a wooden sword in one hand, counterattacking and occasionally offering pointers. Although Ying Zheng's attacks were impenetrable, he still couldn't even get close to her.

After his wooden sword was knocked away for the 101st time, Ying Zheng squatted on the ground and began to contemplate life.

"Ayan, how long will it take me to defeat you?"

"If I've practiced for tens of millions of years and still got defeated by you, I might as well be dead." Lin Chaoyan recalled the days when she practiced swordsmanship alone. "This sword technique is something I figured out and practiced by myself for fun. My master taught me a sword technique called the Ruthless Technique. Let me show you."

She quickly made hand seals, and a golden array disc appeared in her hands and flew towards Ying Zheng.

"Stay inside and don't come out, or I won't be responsible if you kill me."

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

Under Ying Zheng's gaze, Lin Chaoyan drew her azure sword from its sheath with her jade-like hand. With a gentle twist of her wrist, the sword flashed like lightning, its gleam blending seamlessly with the woman's delicate, azure figure. The azure sword light traced an arc in the air.

The sword moved like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing as it cut through the wind; it was also like a dragon weaving through the air, moving swiftly across the body. Sometimes it was as light as a swallow, rising with a flick of the sword; other times it was as sudden as lightning, causing snowflakes to scatter. Truly, a silver light rose from the mountains, and thousands of red plum blossoms flew from their branches, its momentum like that of swallowing the blood of the Xiongnu across ten thousand miles.

The first move: A novice swordsman's skill is elegant and graceful, like flowing clouds, giving people a wonderful visual experience.

The second move: spirited and elegant, the swordsmanship is as swirling as a drizzle, as swift as thunder, as strong as a gale, and as powerful as a thunderclap, leaving people amazed.

The third move: Severing Emotions, Startling Swan Breaks Through the Sky, the sword's momentum is like a swimming dragon, its energy level with a thousand peaks, revealing endless killing intent.

Fourth move: Absolute Love. An ominous aura, like countless threads, emanates from the blade, radiating lethality from the forged sharpness.

Fifth Form: Proving the Dao Heart, the Sword Sweeping Like Weeping Blood, elusive and unpredictable, like a phantom, ghostly and unpredictable, as if one were one with an evil spirit.

The sixth move: Regret. The sword moves are continuous, like a storm, like a raging tide crashing down, making people lose their minds.

Seventh move: Atonement. As the sword passed, a gentle breeze arose, causing pink petals to flutter down from the peach blossom tree. This move, though so gentle, evoked in Lin Chaoyan the sorrow of its former owner.

The final move: Original Aspiration. The seven moves are integrated into one, with no trace of darkness, only boundless vigor and unwavering original aspiration.

This is the life of the former master! He reaped what he sowed! I wonder what became of the person who was sacrificed to the sword to prove his Dao! Although I am using his things, it doesn't stop Lin Chaoyan from condemning him.

"With such talent, why worry about not attaining enlightenment? What are you in such a hurry for? What are you afraid of?" Lin Chaoyan scoffed at his self-destructive behavior. "You've rediscovered your original intention? What about the victims? If you get a peaceful end, then Heaven is blind."

Such a person should be struck by lightning and killed when undergoing heavenly tribulation, his soul scattered and disappearing forever.

"It's cleaved! It's a pity it didn't annihilate your soul as you wished, but it's close enough!" A gentle breeze stirred the flowers, and a handsome man stood before Lin Chaoyan. He wore white robes, his long, ink-black hair simply tied up.

With a gentle smile, he resembled a refined gentleman in white robes, exceptionally handsome and cheerful. His smile revealed a beautiful widow's peak, a kind of beauty that transcended gender, like a celestial being descended to earth.

"Qi An, Qi An, didn't you say there are no ghosts in this world? How come there's a handsome ancient ghost here?" Just by looking at the person's face and aura, she really didn't think he was the kind of person who was extreme.

He's not a ghost! This is the territory of the Time and Space Administration; there are no ghosts here. Everyone who dies goes on to be reincarnated.

The man looked at the person who was condemning him not far away, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. He saw that the girl was wearing a green gauze-like monastic robe, as if she were in a mist or smoke. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her hair was simply tied up with a white jade epiphyllum hairpin, and her black hair, like a waterfall, fluttered in the wind.

Her skin was like solidified cream, her face exquisitely beautiful. She was elegant and graceful, almost too beautiful to look at directly. Yet, her gaze was cold and indifferent as she looked at me. She was as pure as ice and snow, yet as cold as ice and snow. I couldn't tell if she was happy or angry, sad or joyful. I couldn't help but feel that her smile must be more radiant and captivating than the thousands of flowers around us.

"Qi An, what is he laughing at? It's creepy!"

Lin Chaoyan judged him as a bad person based on his stereotypical swordsmanship.

"Little girl, now that you've learned my skills, you should call me Master. Luo Qingli, that's my name!" She was the first person in countless millennia to truly understand the story behind the Ruthless Technique, and also the first to condemn herself.

Although she didn't want to admit it, what he said was true. Having learned his skills, she should call him "Master Sheng" and care for him until his death. Lin Chaoyan obediently called out, "Master~"

Luo Qingli chuckled gently upon hearing this, "Alright, alright! My dear disciple, I am now merely a remnant of your spirit and cannot offer you anything of value as a gift for becoming my disciple. I will give you this portion of my power instead!"