A farmer has a shrewish wife; he's busy making money every day.

Lead-like clouds hung low, clustered together like thick ink, with occasional rumbles of thunder passing through them, as if brewing something.

The wind howled and the rain pounded against the windowpane. With a "click," the alloy plate slid down from the top, blocking out the annoying noise from outside.

Inside, hundreds of different data points scroll across a transparent, visible panel every second, and various high-precision instruments beep and beep, from which countless tubes extend, connected to the woman on the bed by metal electrode plates.

An elderly man stood beside the bed, looking solemnly at the woman on the hospital bed.

"Boom—" A bluish-purple lightning bolt suddenly cleaved the sky, and even the VIP ward could not completely block out the sound.

The vibrations penetrated the eardrums and reached the skull. The folds of time seemed to tear at a critical point. The person on the hospital bed seemed to be disturbed and began to convulse, gasping for breath with his mouth open. The oxygen mask rapidly expanded and contracted with each breath, releasing white mist.

"Beep beep beep—beep beep beep—" The previously regular sound of the instruments suddenly burst into a piercing buzzing, indicating the urgency of the situation.

A dark light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes. He immediately turned his head and stared intently at the data on the panel, raising his hand to rest lightly on the call bell, ready to press it at any moment.

The short, irregular sounds from the instruments grew louder and louder until they finally coalesced into a long, sharp screech that drowned out the deafening thunder outside the window.

The old man's slightly yellowish eyes twitched, and his fingers swiftly slid across the panel. The next second, a high-precision electrocardiogram was projected, with several straight lines gleaming with a chilling light.

Almost instantly, all the instruments stopped vibrating at the same time, and you could hear a pin drop in the ward. It was as if something was secretly gathering in the air, pressing heavily on the old man, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He was about to press the emergency call button on the spot, but stopped abruptly as he touched it, his eyes widening as he looked down at the hospital bed—

The woman on the hospital bed raised her chest high, then slumped down heavily. The next second, her eyes, which had been closed for almost a year, opened!

The fully automatic regulator slowly adjusted the dosage of the input medication. Under the influence of the medication, the woman on the hospital bed gradually resumed breathing, her twitching fingers slowly calmed down, and her pupils gradually focused, turning her gaze toward the old man.

Time seemed to stretch out in that instant; the woman breathed slowly, and the rain outside seemed to lessen.

She spoke in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Qingxue... it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

—

After spending some time explaining the final battle with Emperor Wu to Qu Busan, Qu Busan's eyes showed surprise when he heard the part about the "umbilical cord".

"You mean, you destroyed his protective amulet, but his soul returned unharmed?"

Protective spiritual treasures are spiritual objects that everyone has a chance of being born with. They are extremely rare, and perhaps only one in hundreds of millions of people possess one.

The Empress Wu's situation was special. The mutation of her not being a born cultivator occurred in her mother's womb. In the past, she had spiritual power absorbed through the umbilical cord for a hundred years to provide longevity for Empress Wu. This also created an inseparable relationship between the umbilical cord and the Empress Wu.

Finally, after the birth of the Martial Emperor, it became a protective spiritual treasure that was vital to his life.

Ye Qingxue nodded as she ate her porridge: "Yes, he said something about the physical body perishing, and I thought my soul would also dissipate. Fortunately, it came back."

Qu Busan didn't think that way; a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

"In fact, in theory, if the physical body is damaged and there is no vessel to absorb it, it will indeed dissipate in a short time."

Qu Busan paused for a moment: "In other words, you have no chance to go back at all."

Ye Qingxue frowned and stopped eating: "But I really am back."

"If you want to keep your soul intact and give it enough time to break through space and time and return here, then the soul needs a temporary place to stay. If it is not a magical artifact, then it is a physical body of the same bloodline and origin."

Qu Busan said, casually picking up a steamed bun from the small table and taking a bite: "Sigh, but this kind of thing seems even harder to find. Oh well, now that you're safely back—"

"You said—" Ye Qingxue suddenly spoke, turning to look at Qu Bushan, "Could this body possibly be...my child?"

Ye Qingxue's eyes held complex emotions, and Qu Busan's bun fell to the ground with a "plop," revealing his open "o" shape.

"Did you... did you have any warning signs before this happened?"

Ye Qingxue has a very good memory and an exceptionally strong ability to make connections. After listening to Qu Busan's analysis, she was able to match it with the events that had happened to her almost instantly.

"On the last day, I felt a little nauseous."

Qu Bushan's mouth opened even wider: "Then...then what about my grandson?"

"You should ask me that, Master." Ye Qingxue didn't know much about that world, and now, looking back, it all seemed like a thrilling dream.

The most vivid color in my dream was brought by Lu Chuci.

"Can I ever go back?" she asked again.

Qu Busan's face twitched, then slumped back down. He pointed at Ye Qingxue's wrist: "Your space is gone, the connection between time and space is severed. It's tough..."

Ye Qingxue lowered her eyes and gently placed her right hand on her left wrist.

She had anticipated this outcome, but hearing it in person still left her somewhat unable to accept it.

At least she couldn't treat Lu Chuci's appearance as a dream.

“But…” Qu Busan’s tone shifted, “If the people over there get your space, they might be able to use it to come to our world.”

Ye Qingxue's eyes lit up instantly.

Qu Busan wiped his hands with a tissue: "Hmm... but the spatial rift is too unstable, it might send me somewhere else..."

"What if that person has also entered the Nascent Soul Realm?" Ye Qingxue asked anxiously.

Qu Busan paused, unaware of this, and looked at Ye Qingxue with some confusion.

Ye Qingxue immediately said, "After I destroyed that spiritual treasure, I poured all my power into it."

A Nascent Soul cultivator's sacrifice-like dedication could create a god.

Qu Busan opened his mouth: "Then this is indeed possible... The power of the Nascent Soul stage can transcend time and space, plus your spatial ability..."

Ye Qingxue clenched her fist suddenly: "If that's the case, where will that person be teleported to?"

Lu Chuci knew nothing about this place. If she were randomly teleported to any special agency, she would be bullied!

So what if one has reached the Nascent Soul stage? In this era filled with firearms, cultivators are still utterly powerless to fight back.

"Well..." Qu Busan scratched his chin, "maybe it'll be in the place where you failed your mission."

The explosion caused the bracelet's spatial dimension to collapse. The magnetic field at that location was already connected to the bracelet's spatial dimension, thus teleporting to that location...

It is highly likely!

Without hesitation, Ye Qingxue sat up, wrapped up the breakfast on the table, and stuffed it all into the trash can.

"Hey! I worked so hard to buy you this nutritious breakfast and you just ruined it like this!"

"Hey! You're still injured, let me take the tray table!"

"Hey! Don't pull out the needle! Where are you going! Change your clothes first!"

Qu Busan roared in despair as he watched Ye Qingxue leave in a hurry, his anger rising.

“It’s really a worry!”