The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

The techniques of the three races are different. Even if the techniques are the same, the light and color of the spiritual energy used when casting the spell are different, making them easy to identify.

Shen Yao readily admitted, "Yes, we are all immortal cultivators."

'No wonder she acted like she'd never seen a fox's tail before.' Tu Xiaoxiao smiled, her interest piqued. She'd heard that immortal cultivators were always arrogant, looking down on demonic and monster cultivators, always believing their own bloodline was superior.

Over the years, the Immortal Clan has driven the Demon Clan to the brink of destruction. After occupying the Demon Clan's cities, they have been at loggerheads with the demon cultivators on the border.

The fairy in front of him was different from any he had ever heard of; she seemed to be fond of demon cultivators, very much so.

I especially like them, foxes.

He narrowed his eyes. Few immortal cultivators in this world travel to the demon realm. Little fairy, he has never met her before.

His gaze shifted to Huo Die. The little fairy's father had such an extraordinary aura that he was clearly no ordinary cultivator. He released his spiritual sense to take a look and then withdrew it.

'Interesting. I can't see his spiritual root. He must be at least a low-grade immortal.' He thought about it for a moment, then realized it was only natural. Shen Yao's arrogant behavior was because she had a powerful father protecting her.

Upon arriving at Peacock Mountain, the cultivators put away their spiritual treasures and came down. Long Jiajia glanced at Tu Xiaoxiao with disdain: "We're going to pay our respects to Aunt Qin. What are you doing here?"

Tu Xiaoxiao took the lead and walked at the front: "It's been a long time since I've been to Peacock Mountain, I'm also going to pay my respects to Aunt Qin."

Long Jiajia's mouth was like a firecracker: "Some male cultivators are cunning by nature, full of tricks, and never sincere in anything they do."

She said to Shen Yao meaningfully, "Sister Shen, you are still young and do not understand the dangers of the world. When you come out to experience life, you must be more vigilant, especially against certain male cultivators, understand?"

Shen Yao could tell that the two didn't get along, so she replied, "Don't worry, sister, my husband will protect me."

A smile appeared in Feng Yu's eyes: "Yes, I will protect her."

The stone path is paved flat, and sunlight filters through the gaps in the trees, dappling the path with light spots that seem to leap forward. The leaves rustle, and occasionally a gentle breeze sweeps a leaf down into the light spots, creating a dappled effect that evokes a sense of destiny.

At the end of the stone-paved road is the Lu Family Cemetery. Aunt Lu Guoguo's grave is located to the side and behind the cemetery, with the inscription "Tomb of Huaqin Yaofan" on the tombstone.

This was the first time Shen Yao had ever seen a formal tomb in this world.

She stood before the tombstone, gazing at the words inscribed upon it, lost in memories.

Twenty years ago, in Minshan, she and her master wanted to erect a monument for Senior Sister Bai Luo, but they dared not.

Later, her master died, and she really wanted to erect a monument for him, but she didn't dare to.

She feared that the True God Sect would find their master's tombstone deep in the Min Mountains, and then desecrate his grave and desecrate his body.

Jiang Ming begged her for forgiveness, but how could she forgive him? The remains of her master and senior sister are still buried under the peony tree deep in the Minshan Mountains, in a simple mound of earth, without even a proper tombstone.

Twenty years ago, if this happened in a previous life, the memory might have faded long ago, and this kind of substitute hatred would have been erased.

In this world, she became a cultivator, and her memories were engraved in her soul core. Whenever she thought of them, the images were incredibly clear.

Her master and Senior Sister Bai Luo still had their remains, but her Lu Qingqing, her Senior Brother Lin Hang, her master's two children, the three elders who cared for her, and all the senior brothers and sisters who had shown her kindness, were all torn to pieces before her eyes by the cultivators brought by Jiang Ming...

She had never been loved in her previous life, so even though she only lived in the Spirit Herb Sect for a short time in this world, she deeply cherished the fellow sect members who had cared for her and placed them in an extremely important place in her heart.

She was lost in memories, a melancholy aura spreading around her, and a pale blue halo emanated from her, separating her from her companions and making her figure appear exceptionally lonely.

"What's wrong with her?" Lu Guoguo asked worriedly, calling Shen Yao several times, but receiving no response.

Feng Yu reached out to pull her, but found that the light blue halo surrounding her was a barrier; his hand could not pass through it, and he could not touch her goose boat.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Lu Guoguo also looked puzzled, Feng Yu turned to ask Huo Die.

Huo Die wasn't worried at all, and only said to Lu Guoguo, "The spirit's examination shows that your aunt has come out."

Lu Guoguo's eyes sparkled: "You mean, this blue halo is my aunt?"

Huo Die: "To be precise, it is a wisp of your aunt's unfulfilled wish, left behind."

Lu Guoguo reached out to the halo, and a little bit of light blue light spilled out and climbed onto her hand, as if to comfort her.

Her wet, doe-like eyes glistened with tears: "It really is my aunt!"

After a very long time, the light blue halo slowly gathered, forming a phantom image that floated above the tombstone.

Shen Yao awoke from her reverie and saw the illusory figure before her. Her gaze was complicated. She was trapped in her memories as if in a nightmare, and from the perspective of those memories, the illusory figure had been observing her the whole time.

The blurry figure, whose features were indistinct, uttered a dignified female voice: "I have seen your memories."

Shen Yao stared at the illusory figure without speaking, waiting for her to continue.

"Auntie!" Guoguo called out with great emotion.

Shen Yao was stunned for a moment. This illusory figure was actually Guo Guo's aunt, Hua Qin Yao Fan.

“Child, I miss you so much.” Huaqin said to Lu Guoguo, “You found her, you did a great job.”

Huaqin then said to Shen Yao, "Miss, my obsession has been resolved. Time is running out, and there are some things I need to tell you."

Shen Yao bowed respectfully: "Please speak, senior."

Huaqin's tone was as caring as if she were talking to a younger generation, full of earnest advice: "Girl, whether in this life or the past, you should not live in hatred."

Shen Yao felt her blood rush to her head and her ears turn bright red, as if her privacy had been invaded. Incredulous, how could she have seen even her memories from her past life?

She lived a terrible, repressed, and pathetic life in her past life, and she hated many people in her life.

In her short life in her previous life, she experienced many bad things.

In her past life, she was dragged down by various shadows. No matter how hard she tried, she was still struggling and barely surviving in the mire. The belief that sustained her in her past life was to outlive everyone who had hurt her.

She kept these sordid thoughts very deep inside. Since transmigrating and being reborn, she had quietly let them go, never showing them or recalling them.

If it weren't for the hatred from the Spirit Herb Sect and the mission of becoming a true god's successor, she would only want to live a carefree life in the new world.

Now that her hidden past has been discovered and brought up by an unfamiliar elder, she feels as if her disguise has been suddenly torn apart, exposing the rottenness within.

Fearing that Huaqin Yaofan might say something else, she feigned composure and replied, "Don't worry, senior, I have no mental block."

Huaqin looked slightly disappointed and slowly shook her head: "You don't have a mental block, but you're forcing yourself to hate."

"If things continue like this, mental obstacles will inevitably arise again sooner or later."

"Again?" Long Jiajia thought to herself, 'Did Shen Yao have a mental disorder before? Is she reliable? I'm a little reluctant to give her the Spirit Awakening Seal.'

"Don't worry, senior," Shen Yao assured, "My spiritual veins have been reshaped, and I also have techniques to prevent the recurrence of mental obstacles. There will absolutely be no day when I lose control."