She became a god

Three months later, Ye Qingzhou received a package from the Buddhist realm.

The express delivery service in the cultivation world is quite developed. After all, people often go into seclusion for hundreds of years at a time, and with limited time to travel, they naturally prioritize enjoyment and take full advantage of the resources of the six realms.

In addition, the transportation industry in the cultivation world is well-developed, so the express delivery business naturally flourishes as well.

The courier from the Buddhist realm was obviously Yuantong Express, since Ye Qingzhou didn't know any other Buddhists.

After unpacking the package, I opened the Purple Spirit Jade Box and found a low-grade Earth-level spiritual treasure, a bracelet made of six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls and several Bodhi Beads.

If I remember correctly, twenty-one years ago, aboard the flying boat, didn't Yuantong say he would donate to the Ullambana Festival? Could it be that he won the lottery and is giving it to me?

[No, if he truly intended to give it to me, he would have delivered it upon receiving it, instead of waiting until today. Could there be some reason I don't know about?]

Ye Qingzhou picked up the beaded string and noticed that the runes on the bottom of the Purple Spirit Jade Box looked familiar. [This... seems to be a unique script of the Lu family.]

Ye Qingzhou bit her fingertip and dripped blood into the box. The patterns on the box immediately came to life and kept drilling into her consciousness.

“My dear sister Zhouzhou, by the time you see this, I should already be in the Nine Nether City of Youzhou.”

I won first prize at the Ullambana Festival and received this bracelet. My fellow disciples envied my good fortune, and my master also advised me to refine it, but I knew in my heart that this item was not suitable for refining now.

After much thought, I've decided that entrusting it to you is the most suitable option.

You can use it for now, and I'll come to you when I need it.

Legend has it that there is a Nine Nether Fruit in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, which can grant one an extra life. I, your brother, will definitely gather it for you and your uncle.

Don't worry, don't fret. At the Diviners' Conference, I will certainly be there in my finest attire to cheer you on.

Ye Qingzhou frowned slightly. Originally, Bai An possessing a low-grade earth-level spiritual treasure should have been a fortunate thing, but Yuan Tong's situation truly worried her.

Although Yuantong didn't say much, if he was truly safe and secure, why didn't he dare to refine this low-grade earth-level spiritual treasure obtained through legitimate means?

That's one point. Secondly, why would he go to Nine Nether City to pick Nine Nether Fruits for no reason?

The Nine Netherworld is fraught with danger, and countless brilliant talents have been buried there throughout history.

Yuantong couldn't possibly be unaware of the dangers of the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm, yet he still went there for the Nine Nether Fruit, hoping to provide himself and his father with another means of survival.

Could it be that he saw something?

Although Ye Qingzhou and Yuantong are close relatives, they also have secrets about each other. Ye Qingzhou doesn't know how powerful Yuantong's time spiritual root is, just as Yuantong doesn't know how good Ye Qingzhou's space spiritual root aptitude is.

Ye Qingzhou is very worried now, worried that Yuantong has once again seen the future.

Can fate be changed so easily?

Ye Qingzhou was terrified that Yuantong, in his eagerness to hunt, would become the fish that was caught in the trap.

But she wasn't particularly afraid, because the Lu family members weren't so easy to kill.

Aside from the tragedy of that year, the Lu family has always avoided countless risks and lived a carefree and unrestrained life thanks to the characteristics of their time-space bloodline.

If Yuantong could truly see the future, then he would certainly be confident of surviving his journey to the Nine Netherworld.

Even if all else fails, the Time Wheel is enough for a flexible approach to self-preservation.

Fate is truly beyond our control.

Ye Qingzhou suddenly realized that the carefree and unrestrained life he had sought at the apprenticeship ceremony was too vague.

Strength is everything.

[Little Eleven, are you there?]

[Yes, host.]

Is there something wrong with this beaded bracelet?

What is poison to Yuantong is a great tonic to the host.

【why? 】

[Does the host really want to know?]

I don't want to know if I'll come looking for you again. Stop with the nonsense, just tell me if you're willing to answer.

[I'm willing, but please refine the seventh-grade elixir, the Nine-Flower Pill, first.]

Ye Qingzhou frowned. "Lin Jingxi is alive and well, and Lin Jingchuan was successfully won over. Why do you still want me to refine the Nine-Flower Pill? I'm not a pill cultivator, and the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus isn't in my possession."

[But the host possesses the Nine-Flower Heart Sutra and the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng. The Nine-Flower Elixir is merely a convenient step; why can't it be done?]

[Hmph! It takes time, effort, and effort, and even if you manage to refine it, you'll still have to share it with other fellow cultivators. Why would I just go with the flow?]

Ye Qingzhou said seriously, "Little Eleven, tell me, what do you need the Nine-Flower Pill for?"

011 said in a low voice, "It's not that I need it, it's that you need it."

Ye Qingzhou's expression changed drastically. First Yuantong, then Xiao Shiyi, why did they all feel that their lives were in danger? It seems that he should take some time to go back to Xiaoqingshan to have his great-grandmother tell his fortune.

She asked Meng Jing to inquire at the Ye family and learned that the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus was with Di Ziyu. Upon hearing that she was going to find Di Ziyu, Ye Mengwan was very excited and volunteered to go with her.

"In my opinion, that young lady from the Ye family hates Di Ziyu because of her sister's death."

Ye Qingzhou nodded repeatedly in agreement with Meng Jing's analysis.

"You can handle trivial matters like questioning the Ye family yourself; you don't need to bother me in the future."

Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly, "After all, I am the princess of the demon realm, so I should avoid suspicion as much as possible."

Meng Jing bent down and poked Ye Qingzhou's dimple with her fingertip. "Junior sister, your smile looks fake right now. Don't do that again."

"My position as the young master of the Underworld is very secure. No cultivator will invest in you. Stop thinking nonsense."

Ye Qingzhou was speechless at Meng Jing's blunt words, "Senior sister, I am clearly a promising talent, don't look down on me like that."

"Oh?" Meng Jing raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Then shall we have a fight?"

Ye Qingzhou quickly waved his hand, "Senior sister's cultivation is unparalleled among her peers, so please don't bully me."

Meng Jing pinched Ye Qingzhou's ear, "Will you dare to be cheeky again in the future?"

"Don't dare."

Then, Meng Jing laughed, "Junior sister, do you know when you're most pitiful and adorable?"

Before Ye Qingzhou could refute, Meng Jing replied with a smile, "When you're full of mischief but don't dare to use it, your eyes sparkle, your little mouth is sweet as honey, but you don't dare to move, and your heart is beating softly and frequently. It's so interesting that you pretend to be good even though you're really bad, and you cling to me even though you're really scared."

Ye Qingzhou blinked and said seriously, "This is how my senior sister sees me, but it's not the whole picture."

He muttered under his breath, "If a woman isn't bad, people won't like her."

Look at her aggrieved expression; it's as if everyone forced her to come up with a bad idea.

Meng Jing's lips twitched. "Junior sister, I've discovered..."

"What did you find?"

"You have the potential to be a 'bad girl'."

Ye Qingzhou chuckled, "There's no such thing as a 'scumbag woman,' but there's hope for a Casanova. After all, I'm universally loved and admired..."

Meng Jing had heard the rest of the conversation so many times that she was sick of it. Without thinking, she stuffed a fruit into Ye Qingzhou's mouth.

"Speak less, I'm going into seclusion."

Ye Qingzhou chewed on the fruit, thinking, "Could it be that Senior Sister went into seclusion because I bothered her? Impossible, absolutely impossible. It must be Senior Sister Juan Wang who went into seclusion on her own initiative to kill all the fellow cultivators."

Yes, that's the truth.