The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

After the meal, Song Chen, still looking unsatisfied, ate several bags of potato chips while watching TV.

She is now a novelist, so she needs to read a lot of melodramatic stories to stimulate her thinking.

Song Ke looked at her speechlessly: "Song Shen, you can eat too much! Don't get so fat that you can't get in or out of the magic circle."

Song Chen lay there comfortably, glanced at Song Ke, and said, "Let me tell you about our mission first."

Half an hour later, Song Ke understood: "So, this is Feng Xun's love interest?"

What would happen to him if he had no emotional attachment?

Song Chen suddenly sat up straight, and asked her with a rare serious expression, "You know that people have three souls and six spirits, right?"

Song Ke nodded.

Song Teng added, "That's right. Generally, before reaching the Nascent Soul stage, there are both human and demon beings. But you know Feng Xun, right? He's not in that category."

"After the transformation into a deity, one has a primordial spirit; after undergoing the tribulation of the nine heavens in Nirvana, one has divine bones. This is the foundation of their immortality."

"This emotional root, to put it bluntly, is their seven emotions and six desires. Once it's gone, they're just puppets without thoughts or feelings. If they're deceived or manipulated by someone with ulterior motives, the consequences will be severe."

Song Ke listened and looked at her with a completely bewildered expression. She asked, "Who is Feng Xun?"

Song Yi pointed to her palm: "The master of the root of love."

"He was also the leader of the cultivation alliance in our world."

Speaking of this, she sighed, staring helplessly at Song Ke, wanting to reach out and touch her face. But as soon as she reached halfway, Song Ke saw the potato chip crumbs on her fingers and immediately resisted with disgust, pulling back.

"Don't touch me."

Song Chen chuckled: "Anyway, all you need to know for now is that I'm your older sister. As for the rest, once I've stored up some spiritual energy to help you unlock your memories, you'll know everything."

"We were sent here with only one mission: to find Feng Xun's love interest and bring her back as soon as possible."

"You have no idea how annoying that Luoyou Alliance is. They're both weak and love to start fights."

"I'll take you to meet someone tomorrow."

Before going to sleep, Song Ke was still thinking about who she would be meeting tomorrow, while Song Shen looked mysterious.

There's another thing: why does Song Chen have memories, but I don't?

That's what Song Teng said.

"Because your cultivation level is too low; you haven't even broken through the Foundation Establishment stage."

Song Ke then asked, "You mean I'm also bad at this?"

Song Chen laughed dismissively: "Who knows? Even if you ask me now, you might not believe me."

Song Ke then asked, "One last question."

She raised her palm towards Song Chen and asked, "Why did Feng Xun's affections come to me?"

Song Chen smiled ambiguously: "Because... you stayed in Feng Xun's Xuan Shang Palace for a hundred years. Everyone in the cultivation world knows that he raised you like a daughter and spoiled you rotten."

a hundred years?

and many more....

How old am I now?

Song Ke fell asleep while thinking. In her dream, she inexplicably saw a figure from behind, but it was shrouded in mist and she couldn't see it clearly.

Song Ke considered many possibilities, but she never expected that the path Song Chen led her on would become more and more remote, the alleys would become narrower and narrower, and the quietness would seem to have a sinister feel to it.

Song Ke felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up at the sky. It must be the weather today; it was gloomy and foggy, and the wind blowing in her face was cold and dry. Taking a breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of dust.

"Song Chen, where are we going?"

"I don't remember having any hydrogen relatives in my family. Do you have any friends living here?"

Song Chen walked on calmly, then sighed helplessly, "How many times have I told you, call me 'elder sister,' you have no manners."

"We'll be there soon."

After walking for a few minutes, the two stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard house. Song Ke curiously peeked through the crack in the door, which seemed more like a decoration, and frowned with suspicion: "Does anyone live here?"

Song Tao pointed to the courtyard gate, where a wooden board, which he had picked up from somewhere, was hanging with several large gold-painted characters carved on it.

"Liu Ren has no limits?"

"A fortune teller?"

Song Chen glanced at the signboard and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense later. I asked around for a long time before I found out. I asked him to calculate where there are spiritual mountains and spiritual veins or something."

"I heard it's quite effective."

"Although there was a slight mishap with the place he gave me last time, it does indeed have spiritual energy."

As Song Ke looked on with incomprehension, Song Shen didn't knock. Instead, she gently pushed the door open, and the dilapidated door creaked open as if it were about to fall apart.

Song Ke followed her inside. The courtyard wasn't exactly desolate. In the corner of the wall stood a crooked peach tree, its branches extending outwards, truly living up to the poem.

A branch of red apricot came out of the wall.

In the middle of the courtyard there is a small pond. The water looks quite murky and very green, as if a large bottle of green paint has been poured in. Upon closer inspection, it turns out that the bottom of the shallow pond is covered with moss.

Song Chen looked at the row of doors and windows covered with yellow talismans drawn in cinnabar. Her lips twitched. This place didn't look like a proper place at all.

Seeing the doubt in Song Ke's eyes, Song Chen took the initiative to say, "Those talismans are said to be for saving lives. Everyone calls the old man who lives here 'Wen Dao Ren' (the one who hears the Dao), because he is said to have made too many grudges with evil spirits and is afraid of being retaliated against."

"Moreover, he usually doesn't go out, so if you need to find him, you have to go to his place yourself."

Song Ke followed Song Chen to knock on the door. Song Chen knocked three times in a row, and the door opened by itself. Song Ke then followed Song Chen inside and saw the scene inside.

Wen Daoren sat in the middle of the room, with a cloth covered with runes on the ground. There was a red mark between his left eyebrows, which looked like it was drawn with cinnabar like a talisman. His eyes were not very big, but his gaze was very bright.

Song Chen came in and asked in a familiar tone, "Old man, the address you gave me last time wasn't quite right either. Do you know that the mountains there are full of criminals? I almost got killed in there and was locked up for half a month."

Wen Daoren's lips twitched, and he suddenly laughed: "Young friend, you only said you wanted something with spiritual energy and that it had to be close by, and I didn't lie to you."

"Anyway, I don't care. Just find me two more places this time, and the money is negotiable."

Upon hearing that she had to pay, Song Ke leaned closer to Song Chen and whispered, "How much do you charge for asking this once?"

Song Tuo replied, "Last time I only gave them 500,000."

"what?"

"Five hundred thousand..."

"You're too easy to fool."

"Hey, young friend, isn't it a bit impolite to say this in front of me?"

"Besides, it takes a lot of time and energy to do a divination, so 500,000 is not a loss."

Song Chen said nonchalantly, "Hey, what we lack right now isn't money, it's spiritual power. Without cultivation, we can't even open the spatial barrier, let alone find things, we can't even go back."

"Old man, hurry up and calculate before it gets dark."

Wen Daoren paused for a moment after listening, then made a gesture: "It's acceptable, this number."

"Eighty thousand?" Song Ke stared at him in surprise.

Wen Daoren chuckled, like a mischievous old man: "Eight million."

Song Ke got anxious and had an urge to go up and punch the old man. He looked at the old man, who was old and frail, but was still full of energy when he was intimidating people. He wondered what kind of spell Song Ke had fallen for.