She became a god

Wen Xichun didn't believe it, but Ye Qingzhou clearly didn't want to tell the truth.

She escorted Ye Qingzhou back to the tent and then said.

"We shall part ways here."

Even if Ye Qingzhou were slow-witted, he could guess, "You want the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus?"

"I don't like to leave my fate to others."

“Fate is woven from countless inevitabilities and coincidences, and any ending is the result of the combined effect of inevitability and coincidence,” Ye Qingzhou said quietly. “If you go to seek the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus, it will certainly not belong to you.”

"What do you see?"

Fate is the most elusive thing in the world. No one can fathom it. People are unwilling to believe in it, yet they dare not disbelieve it.

The prophecy of Lady Zhaoji still echoed in Wenxi Chun's ears, forcing him to remain vigilant against fate.

"The Jiuhua Snow Lotus has never belonged to you."

Ye Qingzhou's words were like a thunderclap; before Wen Xichun could even get angry, she heard her speak again.

"You will definitely receive a share of the Nine-Flower Elixir."

"What do you mean?" Wen Xichun knew that she didn't have the Snow Lotus or the Heart Sutra, and those three people were neither philanthropists nor idiots. How could they be willing to give away the seventh-grade pill, the Nine-Flower Pill, to someone who was not related to her?

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, but only chuckled, "I have my own brilliant plan."

How can I trust you?

Wen Xichun herself didn't realize that she was exceptionally patient with Ye Qingzhou.

If it were anyone else, they would have been dead by her sword long ago.

Despite Ye Qingzhou's repeated evasive answers, she only showed slight displeasure and never intended to make a move.

He even wanted to give her a chance to explain.

Ye Qingzhou noticed it, but she was unwilling to point it out.

“Good sister, those Nine-Flower Snow Lotuses are something they and the Shi siblings can probably compete for. Why should we get involved?”

Wen Xichun knew there was some truth to what she said, but she had her own considerations: "How can you catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den?"

“But I think the place my sister should go to right now is the Thunder God Temple. I saw that my sister picked up a lot of sharp weapons, so she must be going to practice swordsmanship. Sword cultivators need to be in contact with spiritual energy such as thunder and metal.”

This world has both the God of Wind and Rain and the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus, so it seems the God of Thunder is not just a legend, but a real deity. Wouldn't it be wonderful if my sister could receive guidance from that God of Thunder?

These words truly resonated with Wen Xichun, but she did not immediately agree. Instead, she stared intently at Ye Qingzhou.

"You're trying to get rid of me."

Not a question, but an affirmative.

Ye Qingzhou wasn't afraid at all. She showed no intention of dodging and smiled sweetly, "Is it not allowed?"

Wen Xichun wanted to ask Ye Qingzhou what he was thinking.

Aren't you afraid of angering her?

Aren't you afraid of her sword?

But then Ye Qingzhou suddenly leaned closer and said, "I wouldn't hurt you."

Ye Qingzhou's neck was very white and slender; Wen Xichun felt that she could break it with one hand.

She thought, Ye Qingzhou is too naive!

Ye Qingzhou seemed to have no idea what kind of person was standing in front of her.

She was like a naive little animal, believing that since she wouldn't hurt anyone, humans wouldn't harm her either.

Little did they know that the word "profit" was enough to drive humans to attack deadly beasts, let alone weak and vulnerable cubs.

After a long while, Wen Xichun neither made a move nor responded; she simply left quietly.

Just like how she secretly led Ye Qingzhou to the underground palace, no one noticed except Ye Qingzhou.

[Friendly reminder! The Nine-Flower Pill mission has a six-month deadline. Please complete it as soon as possible.]

The subtle sadness was diluted by the mechanical voice. Ye Qingzhou found a comfortable position, nestled on the bed, and teased.

"011, have you ever heard an old saying?"

【…】

"More haste less speed."

[Host, please don't forget that Lin Jingchuan is your target, and he desperately needs the Nine-Flower Pill.]

"so what?"

011 was shocked; its host didn't seem to take the mission seriously.

[Please adjust your attitude. Lin Jingchuan's current affection level for you is only 60%. You must win him over and raise his affection level to 100% to complete the mission.]

"Little Eleven, aren't I trying my best to do it?"

011 didn't want to argue with its host over trivial matters, so it automatically ignored the nickname "Little Eleven" and tried its best to persuade it.

[The host possesses Wen Xichun, a human killing machine. Why not immediately seize the Nine-Flower Snow Lotus instead of trying to divide the Nine-Flower Pill? If anything goes wrong, the mission will fail.]

"Little Eleven, not everything in this world has a one-to-one cause-and-effect relationship. The Nine-Flower Pill has multiple causes for one effect. What I do is not important; what matters is that the Nine-Flower Pill is mine."

011, unable to win the argument with the host, then asked another question that concerned her.

When do you plan to give the "Nine Flower Heart Sutra" to Lin Jingchuan?

"Give it away? Why should I give away something I won for no reason?"

He's the one I'm trying to win over!

Seeing that the host didn't seem to care, 011 hurriedly emphasized, "We're a 'simp system'! You need to lick your way to 100 points to achieve perfection! You're still 40 points short!"

“I know.” Ye Qingzhou smiled brightly. “If I had a cup of water, would I give it to a passerby in a market or a traveler in the desert?”

Having said that, 011, being a high-level artificial intelligence, vaguely guessed its host's meaning: "Are you planning to wait until Lin Jingchuan is at his wit's end before offering your help, making him grateful and causing his favor towards you to skyrocket?"

"Little Eleven, you're actually quite smart!"

[Hmph! I am a high-level artificial intelligence, having traversed various planes, possessing rich and diverse experiences, and having witnessed numerous civilizations.]

Ye Qingzhou's lips curled into a smile. Little Eleven, so easy to fool.

011 approves of the host's plan, but is still a little worried: [What if things go too far?]

"It's served cold!"

【what? 】

"Haha (((o(*?▽?*)o)))" Ye Qingzhou burst into laughter, "Have you ever seen a Dragon Pride so fragile that he could be toyed with to death?"

Coming to her senses, 011 also felt that what the host said made sense; Long Aotian was an unkillable cockroach in the early stages.

As for those who can be killed, no matter how brilliant they were before they died, they are destined to be cannon fodder in the book.

With things looking promising regarding Lin Jingchuan's situation, 011 began to worry about other things.

[Host, the female lead of "The Legend of Zhu Yan" has appeared. Why don't you bind her as your conquest target?]

Ye Qingzhou did not answer that question, but asked another one instead.

"Little Eleven, what if the person I'm trying to win over has a 100% affection level with me, and then it drops?"

[Host, please wait, the system is connecting to the mainframe.]

Once the target's affection level reaches 100, the mission is complete. Subsequent fluctuations will not affect the system's decision to use the highest affection level score as the host's score for mission rewards.

"After I successfully win over my target, can I always use 10% of their spiritual power?"

The 10% shared cultivation level fluctuates based on affinity.

Ye Qingzhou was very satisfied with the result; it was good that he didn't have to fake his death.

Her original plan was to fake her death after successfully winning over the target, so that the target's affection level would remain at 100.

After all, emotions are always fickle. The target of the mission may have a 100% affection for the mission taker for a moment, but it is impossible for it to remain at 100% forever.

As for sharing cultivation points, it's good enough if there are any to use; Ye Qingzhou isn't picky.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou humming a little tune, pulling the covers over herself, and about to fall asleep, 011 couldn't help but get anxious. "Why don't you bind yourself to Wenxi Chun?"

Spring hasn't arrived yet.