Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

Just as Jiang Shiliu and Song Shiyue finished their conversation, Yan Moli arrived at the Xuantian Sword Sect, travel-worn and exhausted. Before she could even catch her breath, her feet hadn't even fully settled when Jiang Shiliu, quick as a flash, grabbed her and, without a word, made her open the entrance to the passage to Fengdu City.

All of this was meticulously planned by Jiang Shiliu. Because of Song Shiyue's special identity, Jiang Shiliu specifically cast a powerful life-saving spell on him. This spell not only protected his soul from any harm but also had a miraculous effect—as long as Song Shiyue's soul successfully entered Fengdu City and drank the legendary Meng Po soup, it could cleverly avoid the records in the Book of Life and Death, thus smoothly reincarnating into a specific small world of reincarnation. Yan Moli became the key figure in making this plan possible.

Because Song Shiyue's physical body needed to be carefully preserved until he completed the awakening mission and returned to Fengdu City, his body was taken to the Main God Space and guarded by a special person. His soul, on the other hand, left his body through magic, preparing to enter the reincarnation channel. Although Yan Moli felt somewhat helpless, she resignedly opened the passage to Fengdu City for him.

However, just as Yan Moli was about to remind Song Shiyue of some important matters, he had already impatiently floated into the passage without even turning his head.

"No! They're leaving already?" Yan Moli's eyes widened in astonishment. "I haven't told him yet! Recently, Meng Po in Fengdu City has been receiving a lot of complaints because too many humans have successfully reincarnated with memories of their past lives. In a fit of anger, she upgraded the recipe for Meng Po's soup! Even if he has magic to protect him, drinking too much of it might cause memory confusion!"

She watched helplessly as Song Shiyue's soul headed straight for the Bridge of Helplessness, a wave of powerlessness washing over her. On the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po stood smiling, holding a bowl of steaming new Meng Po soup, awaiting each soul crossing the bridge.

"Oh no, this is really troublesome..." Yan Moli sighed, rubbing her forehead, silently praying, "I hope he drinks less, or gets lucky and doesn't forget anything important. Otherwise, when he meets Xiao An, he might not even remember who he is!"

At this moment, Song Shiyue stood before the Bridge of Helplessness, looking at the bowl of Meng Po soup emitting a strange fragrance before him, and accepted it without hesitation. He had only one thought in his mind: no matter what the cost, he had to find Xiao An.

"Drink it, drink it down, and your past will be irrelevant to you." Meng Po's voice was gentle, yet carried a hint of unyielding authority.

Song Shiyue picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The moment the soup entered his throat, he felt a wave of dizziness, as if something was gradually blurring. He tried hard to grasp those important memories, but they felt like quicksand slipping through his fingers.

"Xiao An... wait for me..." This was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

Yan Moli watched this scene from afar, shaking her head helplessly: "This is really troublesome. I hope their fate is deep enough, otherwise this journey of reincarnation is going to cause a huge mess..."

Yan Moli spent a little effort to properly handle the matter between Song Shiyue and her troublesome system Xiao An, while Yun Che slowly woke up from his coma.

When Yun Che woke up, his mind was still a little confused, but he quickly realized something that terrified him—he actually thought that he only had Song Shiyue as his last disciple! As soon as this thought appeared, it surged like a tidal wave, instantly drowning him in endless sorrow.

"My three disciples! How could this happen... just like that, gone?" Yun Che murmured to himself, his eyes reddening, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. He simply couldn't understand why fate was so cruel to him, causing him to lose his beloved disciples one after another.

Just as Yun Che was immersed in his immense grief, unable to extricate himself, Yun Ting received news that Yun Che had awakened. He immediately prepared to go and explain the current situation to Yun Che.

But to his surprise, on his way to Yun Che's room, he unexpectedly discovered that his junior brother Feng Yichen, who had been knocked unconscious by Jiang Shiliu due to a qi deviation, had just woken up.

Feng Yichen's face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured. Even so, he was still worried about Yun Che's condition, and he endured the pain, gritting his teeth as he slowly made his way towards Yun Che's room.

"Junior Brother Yichen, your injuries have not yet healed. You must not act so rashly!" Yun Ting looked worried and quickened his pace unconsciously. He quickly came to Feng Yichen's side and reached out his hands to firmly support the swaying body that seemed to be about to fall at any moment.

Feng Yichen's face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His once upright figure now appeared incredibly weak. Even so, he still gripped Yun Ting's arm tightly, anxiously asking, "Sect Leader, what happened to Senior Brother Yun Che? I only remember him suddenly fainting, and I have no recollection of anything that happened after that..." As he spoke, Feng Yichen's voice trembled slightly, revealing his extreme unease and worry.

Yun Ting gently patted Feng Yichen's hand, comforting him, "Don't worry, don't worry, Junior Brother Yichen, Junior Brother Yun Che is alright. He fainted because his spiritual energy was completely depleted, coupled with excessive grief. Fortunately, he was given medicine in time and has just woken up. Since you are so concerned about him and insist on going to visit him, let's go together! However..."

At this point, Yun Ting paused, looking at Feng Yichen with a solemn expression, and continued, "Junior Brother Yichen, your condition is far more serious. You actually suffered a qi deviation this time, and if it weren't for the Lotus God's intervention at the critical moment, you would probably have perished due to your special bloodline! I know you care about Junior Brother Yun Che, but no matter what, you must take care of your own health first! After all, you are now Junior Brother Yun Che's only remaining family member!"

"What do you mean I'm the only one left? What about Senior Brother Yun Che's disciples?!" Feng Yichen asked, puzzled.

“Except for Shi Yue, everyone else is no longer in this world, and the eternal lamp has been extinguished…” Yun Ting sighed and began to speak.

Before Feng Yichen could even speak, they had already arrived at Yun Che's room. Once inside, they found Yun Che crying like a child.

Seeing this, Feng Yichen disregarded his own injuries and rushed to Yun Che, gently comforting him, "Senior brother, don't be too sad. Perhaps this is fate that cannot be defied." Yun Che raised his tear-streaked face and, seeing Feng Yichen's appearance, quickly put away his grief and became worried about him, "Yichen, why are you running around with such serious injuries?"

Yun Ting stepped forward, took out a precious healing pill, and handed it to Feng Yichen: "Junior brother, take this pill to recuperate." Feng Yichen took it and swallowed it, and after a while, his complexion improved somewhat.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the silence outside. Ye Ming's voice carried obvious dissatisfaction, his tone tinged with helplessness and resentment: "Goddess Qingyan, you can't be so unreasonable! I just wanted to say a few words to Goddess Mo Yuchen, why are you being so aggressive?"

Upon hearing this, Qingyan raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. Her tone carried an undeniable authority: "How am I being unreasonable? I'm only targeting you! Besides, the Lotus God has already ordered me and the Mo Yuchen God to go together to restore order in the Demon Realm and the Demon Race. If you have any objections, you can go and complain to the Lotus God yourself. Don't make a scene here, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Her voice was icy and firm, as if she were ready to take action at any moment.

Ye Ming was intimidated by Qing Yan's imposing aura and couldn't help but take a half step back, but still retorted defiantly, "Who doesn't know that you are the 'demon' who controls order in the Main God Space! Who would dare to risk their life to oppose you? I just have a lot to say to my brother, the Main God Mo, why are you being so petty? You were only husband and wife in one lifetime during reincarnation, and you have never truly formed a bond in the Main God Space, why are you being so aggressive?"

Upon hearing this, Qingyan's eyes flashed with cold light, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Ye Ming, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. The God Mo Yuchen bears a heavy responsibility, how can he let your momentary desires delay his important duties? If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for not showing any mercy!" Her voice was as sharp as an ice blade, piercing straight to Ye Ming's heart.

Overwhelmed by Qingyan's imposing aura, Ye Ming was momentarily speechless and could only reluctantly shut his mouth, though his eyes still gleamed with resentment. The confrontation between the two seemed to freeze the surrounding air, and the tense atmosphere was about to explode.

"What are you all arguing about here for? Are you all so idle? If so, then hurry up and help this God resurrect these innocent people who died unjustly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite when we return to the God's Space! You should know that I always keep my word and do what I say!!!" Jiang Shiliu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes. She parted her cherry lips slightly, and although her tone was indifferent, the authority contained within it made people dare not ignore it easily.

Upon hearing this, the two who had been arguing instantly fell silent, as if frozen in place. They were well aware of Jiang Shiliu's methods and punishments—punishments that were worse than death! Just thinking about those horrific experiences sent chills down their spines; they no longer dared to continue their recklessness. At this moment, they only hoped to obediently follow orders and complete the task as quickly as possible to avoid further inflicting Jiang Shiliu's wrath and punishment.