She became a god

When Wen Xichun woke up, she found herself lying on a soft, large bed. There was a charcoal brazier in the room, making the room warm and cozy.

Upon seeing that she had woken up, the captive servants rushed to tell each other and reported the news up the chain of command.

Nie Yun made the decision: "Teach that child a few auspicious words and have her kowtow to the Lord to express her gratitude."

The captive servants taught Wenxi Chun auspicious words, but Wenxi Chun only felt annoyed.

Indeed, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Everyone who is kind to me has an ulterior motive and expects something in return.

She lowered her eyes, concealing her impatience, and only occasionally uttered a few words.

The captives sighed inwardly, wondering why this little boy was such a quiet and reserved person.

When asked her name, Wen Xichun considered these people as those who sought to repay kindness and did not want to have too much to do with them, so she casually made up a name, "Bu Zhitao".

She was led to the inner hall, and through the beaded curtains and layers of veils, she kowtowed.

"May I ask your name, my benefactor? I will surely repay you in the future."

Although he despised those who sought to repay favors, Wen Xichun never considered escaping this cause and effect.

"What's your name?"

It was a woman's voice, clear and melodious like shattered jade and scattered pearls. Just by listening to her voice, Wen Xichun could almost smell the cool breeze.

In that instant, she even felt compelled to reveal her real name.

But it was just a fleeting thought, and she eventually said, "Bu Zhi Tao, Bu as in cloth, Zhi as in sesame, and Tao as in peach blossom."

But then the woman laughed and said, "Bu Zhitao? You don't know? Why would your parents give you such a name?"

Wen Xichun said in a muffled voice, "I have no mother or father."

"What a poor child."

The beaded curtain was gently rolled up, and as they spoke, the woman stepped out.

Wen Xichun then realized that the woman seemed to be blind, with a blue gauze covering her eyes, obscuring half of her face and revealing her full forehead and lower half of her face.

His nose was straight, with a rounded tip and a slightly drooping tip, resembling a water droplet.

Then she saw her crescent-shaped red lips move slightly, which made Wen Xichun stare in a daze.

The woman instructed, "Nie Yun, please arrange a good place for this child."

Nie Yun said, "Yes, my lord."

Nie Yun led Wen Xichun away, back to the small room where she had woken up. Only then did Wen Xichun come to her senses. "Who is this master you're talking about?"

Why are you asking this?

"I want to repay her."

Nie Yun seemed to have heard a joke, and a contemptuous look appeared on his face. "Little brat, it's not easy for you to live, yet you want to repay our lord? Our lord is the famous Princess Xu Yao, why would she need your repayment?"

Wen Xichun then asked, "What is Princess Xu Yao's name?"

Nie Yun was taken aback. "You still haven't given up? Little kid, you're so young, yet you know how to be grateful. Since you're so thoughtful, I'll tell you that Princess Xu Yao's full name is Ye Qingzhou. Ye as in leaf, and Qingzhou as in a boat that has already crossed ten thousand mountains."

"She is of noble status. Even I, the lord of Nie City, have to pledge allegiance to her to have my current position. You little brat, you'd better take care of yourself!"

Wen Xichun said no more, but secretly memorized the name.

Time flies, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye.

The name "Buzhitao" that Wenxichun made up that day has been used for a hundred years without her realizing it, because she discovered that many people seemed to have a grudge against the name "Wenxichun".

These people were all older and more accomplished than her.

For safety's sake, let's call her "Buzhitao" for now.

At this moment, Wen Xichun was tall and slender, with a high ponytail and a long sword in her arms. Even though she was wearing the cheapest and simplest black robe, she still had an indescribable air of elegance.

She was indeed very carefree, living alone with her sword, with no elders above her, no children below her, and no ties. When she had money, she would buy sword manuals and black iron; when she didn't, she would take on missions from the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

As a Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator, Wen Xichun has no plans to establish a sect; she is quite content with her current life.

On this day, she found a good spot as usual to watch the sparring matches between those so-called famous cultivators.

Although most of these cultivators were in a terrible state, there were a few who were worth her attention.

But soon, Wen Xichun noticed that the audience seemed somewhat distracted.

In the past, she could hear cultivators share profound insights about cultivation, but today all she heard was gossip.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard about it!"

"you know too?"

"Who wouldn't know?"

Wen Xichun's lips twitched. Could you please stop wasting time? Why are these two grown women acting like little men, talking without any focus?

While Wen Xichun was inwardly grumbling, the two women, who thought they were talking in hushed tones, exchanged a knowing smile.

The woman in crimson robes laughed, "Our cultivation world is about to have another divine couple!"

The woman in the sky-blue dress smiled meaningfully, "The lilies of my hometown have never faded!"

"It's such a pity that they're only engaged!"

"Isn't this normal? It's said that the marriage process in the demon realm is complicated and cumbersome. Many large clans exchange betrothal gifts first, then get engaged, and finally get married."

The woman in scarlet robes rested her chin on her hand and said, "It takes more than a hundred years from the birth date to the engagement, so how long does it take from the engagement to the wedding?"

"I think it shouldn't be long. I heard that the engagement was postponed for so long because Princess Xu Yao's eye disease was only cured ten years ago."

"Why do you think Princess Xuyao ​​suddenly developed an eye ailment?"

The woman in the sky-blue dress said mysteriously, "I heard that she has glimpsed a very powerful secret of heaven."

"Xiaoxue, your information network is too good!"

"Shh, Ling'er, keep your voice down, don't disturb the competition on stage."

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Wen Xichun couldn't help but turn to ask, "Is the Princess Xu Yao you're talking about named Ye Qingzhou?"

The woman in crimson robes gave a strange smile. "Besides Senior Ye Qingzhou of the Little Panda Clan, which other princess is titled Xu Yao?"

Wen Xichun couldn't quite describe her feelings at that moment, but she still couldn't help asking, "You just said that Princess Xu Yao is getting engaged, is that true?"

"Of course it's true. All living beings in the Six Realms know that the Phoenix Clan's Queen Feng Gui and Princess Xu Yao will be engaged at the Temple of Love and Beauty in three years."

The demon realm reveres gods and has preserved many temples dedicated to them within its borders.

In the demon realms of Qing and Liang, there are ten temples dedicated to the Goddess of Love and Beauty.

The little fairies in the throes of new love often offer incense and prayers at the Temple of the Goddess of Love and Beauty with their lovers, hoping that their love will be blessed by the gods.

Xiaoxue couldn't help but cover her face and say, "Getting engaged at the Temple of Love and Beauty, that's an absolutely brilliant idea, more romantic than any storybook I've ever read!"

Ling'er continued, resting her chin on her hand, "Reality is the best material for a story! One is a powerful clan's matriarch, the other is a princess from a great clan. One has a fire elemental root, the other a water elemental root. A powerful alliance, mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, so exciting, so incredibly exciting!"

"I heard they've known each other since childhood, this wedding wine must be the real plum wine!"

The two boys were engrossed in their discussion and didn't notice that the woman in black who had spoken to them had already staggered away.