She became a god

The rain lasted all night.

When Ye Qingzhou saw Wen Xichun again, she was already covered in blood and gore.

Xi Yu, who fought against her, couldn't help but lament, "You have great talent, but it's a pity that you are too rebellious. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been willing to kill you."

Xiyu was clearly in much better condition than Wenxichun. Compared to Feiyun, who indulged in wine and women all day long, Xiyu possessed profound spiritual power, remarkable cultivation, rich combat experience, and countless spiritual treasures.

Judging by their strength, Wen Xichun was doomed.

But Ye Qingzhou didn't think so. If Wen Xichun died so easily, she wouldn't be able to support him at all.

Ye Qingzhou folded his oil-paper umbrella and smiled, "Envoy Xiyu has been famous for many years, why would you bully the weak?"

The depletion of spiritual energy made Wen Xichun's five senses weaker than before. As soon as she saw Ye Qingzhou, she shook her head at him, but Ye Qingzhou gave her a reassuring smile.

Xiyu had already noticed Ye Qingzhou's arrival, but she didn't want to argue with him, so she pretended to be ignorant.

But now that this little girl has jumped out on her own, she can't ignore her even if she wants to.

Xiyu sighed, "I recognize your master and don't want to hurt you. You should leave!"

Ye Qingzhou smiled and replied, "Thank you for your mercy, Envoy. Since you are going to show mercy to me today, why not just do me a favor and let Wen Xichun go? Envoy Xiyu's great kindness will surely be repaid by Ye Qingzhou another day."

Xi Yu's expression was serious. "Is this a debt of gratitude you can't possibly repay?"

"Envoy of the Canghai Pavilion, if the identity of being the last disciple of Venerable Xuanji is not enough, then how about I, as the Little Panda Princess?"

“That’s enough, but Chief Ye may not agree to you owing me a great favor.”

Sensing the disdain in Xiyu's words, Ye Qingzhou simply smiled and let it go.

In the eyes of most cultivators, Ye Qingzhou was just a clever little panda who was born into a good family, and no one dared to harm him easily.

Her use of the Empress Dowager to intimidate people today further confirms some of the rumors about her being a spoiled brat.

How could Ye Qingzhou not know what those cultivators were thinking?

But she never cared.

That's certainly not the case today.

"My mother once told me that if it were a matter of life and death, then this noble status that I was so lucky to be born into would come in handy."

"I haven't even touched you, so why is your life in danger?"

Xiyu felt that the girl opposite her was out of her mind. She had clearly injured the human cultivator Wen Xichun, and hadn't even touched the little panda's sleeve. Yet the other party was exaggerating the situation and trying to extort money from her.

If it weren't for the sake of Venerable Xuanji and the fact that the other party was a princess of the Little Panda Clan, Xiyu would have really wanted to slap her unconscious.

But if he really did that, given his skill in distorting the truth and exaggerating, he would definitely portray himself as the number one villain who attempted murder.

Damn it! How come these people with connections are so clueless and stubborn these days?

Ye Qingzhou first helped Wen Xichun up and fed her a drop of Bading Water. "Drink this first. Don't worry, I will definitely keep track of it."

Then, Ye Qingzhou replied to Xiyu, "If Wen Xichun is in trouble, it will be a matter of life and death for me, Ye Qingzhou."

After a pause, she added, "Envoy Xiyu may spread these words, and since I dare to say them, I dare to bear all the consequences."

Xiyu felt a tightness in her chest. She waved her sleeve and left with a cold laugh, uttering some harsh words.

"Very well! Consider today my act of kindness to you, Ye Qingzhou. You must repay this great favor in the future!"

"That's only natural; a drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return."

After drinking the eight drops of water, Wen Xichun finally calmed down and asked, "Why did you come?"

"I originally wanted to see the Envoy Xiyu, but I never expected to see you here as well."

Wen Xichun's face was covered with dense wounds, and the blood almost blurred her vision.

Seeing this, Ye Qingzhou wanted to wipe her clean, but she avoided him.

"Why did you save me?"

This rescue left me with a huge debt of gratitude.

"Follow your heart."

"It's unnecessary. I have a way to escape, but..."

"Just haven't used it yet?" Ye Qingzhou sneered. "Or rather, even if the opponent perishes, you will have to be reincarnated."

When Ye Qingzhou saw Wen Xichun lying in a pool of blood, he remembered that in the "Biography of Zhu Yan," it was mentioned that Zhu Yan had survived nine deaths and three lifetimes before finally achieving his tribulations.

Zhu Yan's first life, which was also her third death, was when she was chased by her enemies and died in the rain.

Faced with Ye Qingzhou's rare sharpness, Wen Xichun was not surprised. She remained calm and said, "If I don't die today, I will die tomorrow."

"Anyway, I'm destined to die nine times out of ten, and I'll have to die in the next life, so it doesn't matter whether I die early or late in this life."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou shook his head, "That's not how it's said. The preciousness of life lies in living towards death."

"Living towards death?" Wen Xichun murmured, "I could have avoided it, but I still went to Xiyu, both to seek death and with the hope that if I won, I could have a chance to live. But... I lost."

"Hmph!" Ye Qingzhou's face puffed up with anger. "According to you, since you didn't die, you've won, haven't you? Come on, let's congratulate Young Hero Wen on escaping death!"

The blood blurred Wen Xichun's features, but Ye Qingzhou could still sense that she was smiling.

A dry, sore throat couldn't stop Wen Xichun from speaking with a smile.

"Your arrival is my greatest victory."