She became a god

On the flying boat, a young man held a black chess piece in his left hand and a white chess piece in his right, attacking and defending himself, playing chess for several days.

This finally surprised the people in the cabin, who asked, "Does she do this often?"

"Of course, Zhouzhou is a genius. The demon race has few offspring, and the stronger the demon's spiritual power, the harder it is to have descendants. Zhouzhou didn't have many little demons of the same age to keep her company during her childhood. When I went to the Little Panda Clan, I could always see her reading, playing chess, playing the zither, dancing, shooting arrows, and controlling spirits by herself... She was actually very lonely."

"Lonely? I think she gets along with everyone, has a bunch of friends, and is very lively."

Yuantong did not answer immediately, but looked at her with an expression that Wenxichun could not understand at this moment.

After a long while, Wen Xichun finally heard Yuantong sigh, "You are always like this... ignorant and clueless about human relationships."

Wen Xichun, who had once cherished the warmth and comfort in the stories shared by Jingzhe, now loathed Yuantong's lecturing attitude. Just as she was about to retort, she heard Yuantong continue, "In the cultivation world, nineteen years is too short; it passes in the blink of an eye. Zhouzhou is still a cub, a little demon with such low cultivation that she is always escorted and cared for by guards and cannot socialize independently. Before the Yuya Grand Ceremony, apart from occasional major festivals, she could only travel between Qingzhou in the demon realm and Yunzhou in the celestial realm each year."

"Zhouzhou didn't tell you she's afraid of heights, did she?"

"She was afraid of heights when she was a child, and would vomit uncontrollably whenever she was in the air. But she spent half of the next fifteen years living in the clouds in the sky."

"Sometimes I really don't understand why my aunt insisted on sending three-year-old Zhouzhou to faraway Yunzhou."

"She's still so young, and she doesn't have anything in common with her fellow disciples. Senior Ling Tianchu is also holding a grudge because he lost to his aunt, so he's never been particularly close to Zhouzhou."

“When Zhouzhou was five years old, she would quietly hug me and cry, begging me to persuade her aunt not to send her to Yunzhou anymore, complaining that Yunzhou was too cold and deserted, lacking any sense of community, and not fun at all.”

"Ten-year-old Zhouzhou can sit up straight and do his homework quietly."

"Eighteen-year-old Zhouzhou was used to a mundane life of eating, sleeping, and divination, but was thrown off the mountain by Senior Ling Tianchu to participate in the Yuya Competition."

“Wen Xichun, you are her first true friend.”

……

It wasn't until Ye Qingzhou rubbed her eyes and asked, "Sister Chun, what do you want with me?"

Wen Xichun realized that she had been tricked by Jingzhe's words again.

She's long past the age of needing to get to the bottom of things over every few words, so why is she still so impatient?

Though displeased, he remained calm on the surface and said, "Let's play chess."

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingzhou waved his hand, "I've been downloading for days, my eyes can't take it anymore. Why don't you download it with Yuantong?"

Playing chess was never Wen Xichun's purpose, so she quickly changed her mind and said, "Get off the boat."

The flying boat had long since arrived near Pingcheng, but Ye Qingzhou, as the flying boat's pilot, was reluctant to open the barrier.

Ye Qingzhou refused again, "Let me take a nap. We'll disembark when I wake up."

After being repeatedly rejected, Wen Xichun couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. "How long are you going to sleep?"

Ye Qingzhou opened his palm. "About five days."

"so long?"

"Pingcheng is right here, and we can't run away. The scenery above the clouds is so beautiful! Instead of thinking about all sorts of nonsense, let's enjoy the present moment."

The betrayal by Jingzhe, Ye Qingzhou's ulterior motives—Wen Xichun truly felt that there was nothing to enjoy.

Unfortunately, this brother and sister are still somewhat useful to me, so I can't afford to break off all ties with them, which is a real dilemma.

Even if one is reincarnated, who knows how many memories will remain?

Since there's still some time, it's better to figure out what mission Ye Qingzhou is trying to accomplish by approaching him.

So, Wen Xichun stopped Ye Qingzhou, who was yawning, and asked, "Do you really like playing chess?"

Ye Qingzhou said indifferently, "So-so."

Do you really enjoy singing?

Ye Qingzhou chuckled, "I like it."

Thinking of Ye Qingzhou's singing voice, which was comparable to noise, Wen Xichun couldn't help but smile.

Do you like sweets?

Ye Qingzhou rubbed his hands together. "I like it very much."

Do you like money?

Ye Qingzhou's eyes lit up. "I love it so much!"

I heard nothing unusual in my mind, so it seems that what Ye Qingzhou said so far is true.

"do you like me?"

Ye Qingzhou nodded frantically, "Yes!"

"What do you like about me?" Wen Xichun added, "Besides the reason I gave that day in the cave."

Ye Qingzhou scratched his head, "Besides your character and temperament, what else do I like about you? Let me think... Oh right, you're a super powerful backer! A super strong backer, I love clinging to those strong backers! Hehe!"

Wen Xichun had already guessed this when she first heard Ye Qingzhou's thoughts, so she continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"

Even if Ye Qingzhou's reply was false, it didn't matter, since all she wanted was to get his true thoughts.

Ye Qingzhou pondered why he was so fond of Zhu Yan, this fictional character.

Besides character, temperament, and ability, what else profoundly influenced my choice to like Zhu Yan?

"We are all women."

Wen Xichun was stunned; she had never expected such an answer.

Although she did not feel inferior because of her gender like other women in the human world, she could not understand what was so strange about being a woman.

On the other hand, Ye Qingzhou thought more and more clearly, "Gender is the most natural alliance of class and interests. A woman like me who is confident, self-loving, narcissistic, and even arrogant, must truly like a woman, apart from the unchangeable kinship."

As she spoke these words, she suddenly understood, and her eyes filled with affection, her lips curved into a smile, as radiant as a lotus in summer.

At that very moment, Wen Xichun suddenly felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped off.

The shell wasn't too thick or too thin; it was just right, protecting my heart.

For the first time, Wen Xichun, who was always competitive, deserted. She didn't ask any more questions, nor did she want to.

Ye Qingzhou didn't give her a chance to ask any further questions, and instead fell straight into her arms.

Wen Xichun then clearly realized how tired Ye Qingzhou was. The young man's usually relaxed brows were slightly furrowed, and his slow breathing and steady heartbeat all indicated the exhaustion of his body.

This inevitably raises the question: was the boy really just tired from playing chess?

She slept so peacefully that Wen Xichun's heart calmed down as well.

Peaceful times are always fleeting. When Yuantong walked over, Wenxichun released her grip on Ye Qingzhou first.

Yuan Tong naturally picked up Ye Qingzhou and carried her to the third floor of the flying boat.

As they brushed past each other, Wen Xichun heard Yuantong ask in confusion, "What are you panicking about?"