She became a god

It's night, the moon and stars are sparse.

Ye Qingzhou cupped her face in her hands, having no appetite for the food.

The second time!

Fragmented memories!

Last time I encountered a little monster, this time I encountered Liu Qing.

Why do I experience memory problems when I meet them?

Could Liu Qing be a monster?

However, in the final part of the memory, Liu Qing seemed to be making pills for himself free of charge.

It's hard to find a well-behaved and capable subordinate!

It's all the system's fault. It keeps logging off at random times, leaving me with no one to talk to.

At that moment, a message came through the communication jade slip: "Goodnight ┗( ?w? )┛"

Oh? I almost forgot about the vast sky.

I don't know where Tian Cangcang got my contact information, but he added me as a friend the day before yesterday and has been sending me good morning, good afternoon (^0^)/, and good night ┗( ?w? )┛ ever since.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly. How could she make friends like this?

They can't even find a common topic to talk about.

Perhaps out of boredom, Ye Qingzhou sent a message: "Can you understand the notes?"

The other person seemed to be online at the right time, replying instantly, "I know a little."

That means you don't quite understand.

"What don't you understand? Ask me and I'll answer."

And so, Ye Qingzhou, unusually, did not fall asleep the moment his head hit the bed, but instead earnestly instructed the little girl for the entire night.

At dawn, Ye Qingzhou leisurely arrived at the competition venue.

Liu Qing arrived even earlier than her, and had seven gourds hanging from his waist.

"The pills you wanted."

Ye Qingzhou's original plan to test the waters completely vanished after weighing the gourd in his hand.

One night, seven gourds of sixth-grade pills.

Talent!

A real talent!

Even if Liu Qing really is a monster!

As long as he doesn't resort to underhanded tactics, Ye Qingzhou is still willing to give him a chance to be his underling.

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "It's been years since we last met. I owe you that meal; I'll make it up to you after the competition, okay?"

Liu Qing nodded, her expression distant, and went to find a seat to sit down.

If Ye Qingzhou hadn't just stored the seven gourds of sixth-grade pills in his mustard seed space, he probably would have thought that he and the other party had no connection whatsoever, and were merely fellow Daoists who had met by chance.

Yesterday afternoon, Liu Qing also burned the sound barrier talisman like a thief, afraid that the cultivators would hear their conversation.

Ye Qingzhou's eyes darted around, thinking that there must be an unavoidable reason why Liu Qing had to pretend to be indifferent to him.

Since he wants to act, I'll play along.

For others, participating in the finals might be a bit nerve-wracking, but Ye Qingzhou's divination was as natural as breathing. He would write down his answers as soon as he saw the question and hand them in.

The only thing that struck her as odd was Liu Qing. In all three rounds, Liu Qing only stopped writing and handed in his paper a second before the incense burned out, as if he was deliberately delaying the competition.

But what's the point of delaying the game?

Liu Qing still lost three games in a row.

But Liu Qing seemed very happy.

Therefore, after the competition, Ye Qingzhou declined all invitations and only contacted Liu Qing.

"My plans changed. I haven't been back for many years, and that shop has closed down. Do you have any favorite foods?"

Liu Qing smiled brightly, "Could you prepare a celebratory banquet for me?"

Thinking of those seven gourds, Ye Qingzhou had no objection.

As a successful leader, one must naturally adopt a courteous and respectful attitude before taking over subordinates.

Eight cold dishes and eight hot dishes were quickly laid out. Liu Qing drank a bowl of Sanhuang honey fruit wine and sighed, "Such days of drinking and celebrating together after competing on the same stage really remind me of..."

What did you remember?

It's annoying when someone only says half of what they mean.

Ye Qingzhou was very unhappy, but she had been staying at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage and refused to advance, while Liu Qing on the other side was a Nascent Soul expert. She was not absolutely confident that she could subdue him if she made a rash move.

If he cannot kill the enemy with a single blow, Ye Qingzhou will usually choose to endure.

Liu Qing, on the other hand, was quite content. He ate with elegant movements, but at a fast pace, and quickly devoured all the dishes on the table.

Note that my younger brother enjoys food.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Liu Qing seemed unusually easy to talk to. "What other pills would you like?"

Ye Qingzhou rattled off a long list of pill names without any hesitation, causing Liu Qing to gradually frown.

"I can only refine these after I become a ninth-grade alchemist."

[This is strange. These are clearly pills produced by the system. I even checked, and there's no information about these pills on the market. How dare Liu Qing say he can refine them?]

Could it be that Liu Qing possesses many lost pill formulas, including those produced by the system?

Originally intended to test Liu Qing, Ye Qingzhou, seeing that Liu Qing's reaction gave him the information he wanted, then recited a long list of pill names, but this time they were all pills that ordinary seventh-grade pill cultivators could refine.

Liu Qing's brows relaxed. "Give me the materials, and I'll give you pills with an 80% success rate. Any extras are mine."

The success rate of the pills Ye Qingzhou wanted on the market was generally between 60% and 70%. In addition, Liu Qing did not charge a fee for refining the pills, so Ye Qingzhou undoubtedly made a huge profit from this deal.

Overjoyed, Ye Qingzhou instinctively extended his palm. "Pleasure doing business with you!"

Liu Qing clapped his hands, "See you in Qishan in three months!"

For the next three months, Ye Qingzhou attended various banquets while sending messages to Yuantong.

Yuantong never lies to her, so why did they break their promise this time?

Could we be trapped in the Nine Netherworld?

Even if it weren't for the key to Yingdu, Ye Qingzhou still had to go to Jiuyou City just to confirm Yuantong's safety.

The only thing that made Ye Qingzhou happy was Tian Cangcang; this little girl was just too lovable.

I check on Tian Cangcang's learning progress every day and enjoy watching her ask all sorts of strange questions.

However, Tian Cangcang seemed to be strictly controlled by her family and refused Ye Qingzhou's repeated invitations.

"Sister Ye, when you come to Youzhou, I'll be your guide."

This is the latest message from Tian Cangcang.

If I remember correctly, isn't Jiuyou City located in Youzhou?

Ye Qingzhou had made up his mind. After obtaining the pills from Qishan, he would go to Youzhou to find Tian Cangcang, the native, to gather information.

If Yuantong Express replies that everything is fine, I'll treat it as a vacation.

If I still don't get any news from Yuantong, I'll go into the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm and treat it like playing a game dungeon.

On the night he set off for Qishan, Ye Qingzhou discovered something extraordinary.

"Immortal Murong, do you know how much your casual prophecy has ruined me?"

Just because you said I was born a jinx eight years ago, I was disliked by my parents, hated by my sisters, and regarded as an unlucky person by the whole country.

I am clearly a noble young lady from the Prime Minister's mansion, but because I am a jinx, everyone can step on me.

Even though I am as lowly as dust, people still feel that I am too lenient with them.

But I believe I've never hurt anyone; on the contrary, it's the world that's been harming me. Am I really a jinx?

The girl was dressed in rags, her face was sallow and thin, her exposed skin was covered in scars, and her feet were covered in countless blisters. She seemed to be on the verge of death, but her starry eyes shone brightly.

A hint of guilt flashed in Murong Yan's eyes as he was questioned, but he quickly rebuked him sternly, "I am the Divine Calculator, I cannot be wrong, the one who is wrong is you. Since you are a jinx, you should not have been born! A jinx born should suffer all the hardships of the world!"

The girl gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe it! I don't think I'm a jinx! The real jinx is you!"

Murong Yan impatiently cast a spell and turned to leave.

That spell would kill even a strong, muscular man instantly, let alone this weak and vulnerable girl.

Knowing there was no way to avoid it, the girl was overcome with grief, thinking, "Am I just going to die like this in vain?"