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Indeed, just as Lan Xi expected.

Ten days later, Bu Qiao was reincarnated, regathering his soul.

The reason he could recover so quickly is entirely because he is the Underworld King.

A soul naturally stronger than others, coupled with the soul technique he has practiced for years, he naturally has deep research into methods of soul restoration.

If an ordinary person were devoured of their seven souls and two spirits, they couldn’t return within a thousand years.

Back then, Lan Yan recreated herself using a wisp of Lan Xi’s soul, and it also took thousands of years.

Bu Qiao returned to find everything in order in the Underworld.

His own body was still intact, he felt very grateful for Lan Xi’s great kindness and grace.

He also felt relieved for all beings in the Three Realms as she is a noble and righteous immortal.

To thank Lan Xi, Bu Qiao prepared gifts and went to the Goddess Palace with Xiao Gu to pay respects to Lan Xi.

Lan Xi hadn’t seen Ah Qing for several days, and she greatly missed him.

However, she couldn’t grasp his thoughts, so she couldn’t frequently visit the Imperial Authority Realm.

She sat on the steps outside the Purple Mist Pavilion, watching the distant misty clouds, her heart full of melancholy.

She felt she might be the most troubled immortal in the heavens.

Others were merely drinking and making merry, playing chess, chatting, living an incredibly carefree life.

"Master, I’m back!" Nie Shu was calling out from afar.

After all, she was still an ignorant child.

She didn’t even think much when Lan Xi ruined her marriage.

The gate of the Caixia Pavilion opened, and Nie Shu, wearing a pale yellow dress, flew in like a merry little bird.

Following her, Rong Feng also stepped into the courtyard.

The two together bowed before Lan Xi, "Master!"

"Hmm! Get up and speak." Lan Xi pointed at the steps beside her.

Rong Feng and Nie Shu immediately sat beside her, one on each side.

"Master, you seem to have something on your mind." Nie Shu felt she could never fathom her master’s thoughts.

Rong Feng didn’t speak; he had been with Lan Xi for a long time and knew her inner suffering.

"Master, look at things more openly. Destiny in marriage is determined by heaven; attachment is futile." Rong Feng said.

Lan Xi tapped his head with a fan, "Attachment — futile?"

"Unless you are a god, the ruler of this world. Otherwise, you will still be under heaven’s constraints, and on the Three-Life Stone, your name is inscribed, and you’ve been granted a life companion.

Some things are inescapable." Rong Feng said.

Actually, he was just afraid of his master getting hurt.

He had transformed from a person everyone cursed to a respected seven-foot-tall man. All this was due to Lan Xi’s guidance and leading.

Without Lan Xi’s appearance, he might still be lamenting human selfishness and ugliness, yearning for light but engaging in dark deeds.

Lan Xi sat on the steps, lost in thought.

Nie Shu wanted to say something, but under Rong Feng’s stern gaze, she had to shut her mouth.

She felt, the conversation between her brother and master was entirely incomprehensible.

Lan Xi was silent for a while and then rubbed her aching temples.

At this point, thinking too much is useless.

If heaven insists on overlooking her heart and opposing her, then she’ll try defying heaven.

She is the Child of God, the future deity. If she cannot even choose whom she loves, then what is the point of bearing the great responsibilities of the world and being an immortal.

Lan Xi said to Rong Feng, "Take out your Xuanyuan Sword, and let your master inspect your studies."

Rong Feng chuckled, "Yes, Master!"

Outside the Caixia Pavilion, under the sky, two shadows quickly flashed, glinting with knives and swords.

Lan Xi used five parts of her cultivation to duel with Rong Feng, not expecting to be forced three steps back by his slash.

"Not bad!" Lan Xi immediately used six-tenths of her cultivation to continue dueling with Rong Feng.

His power made her chest surge with blood.

Lan Xi was amazed; she didn’t expect Rong Feng to improve so rapidly.

These years, she had only given slight pointers, yet astonishingly, this guy had made a leaping progress.

With his current cultivation, he could surpass Crown Prince Ya.

"Again!" Lan Xi was quite satisfied with his performance.

Finally, Lan Xi used seventy percent of her cultivation when they dueled.

Rong Feng barely managed to resist.

When Lan Xi used eighty percent of her cultivation, he was directly defeated, with no ability to resist at all.

In the end, Lan Xi and Rong Feng sheathed their swords and landed together at the Caixia Pavilion.

"Good job, that’s the kind of disciple of mine I’d like to see. Keep working hard in the future."

"The disciple will adhere to the master’s teachings."

This bout made Lan Xi feel somewhat tired.

"Shushu, go to my room and bring the bottles of Osmanthus Brew from the cabinet."

Nie Shu happily went into the room.

Under the Starlight Tree in the Caixia Pavilion, Lan Xi sat down.

Rong Feng immediately offered a handkerchief.

Lan Xi glanced and couldn’t help but laugh, "Although I’m your master, when I’m not teaching, I’m just a friend. You should feel free; there’s no need to be so reserved in front of your master."

"Respecting the master is the right thing to do." Rong Feng gave a slight smile. He felt in his past life he must have saved the world to have such a good master in this life.

Lan Xi sighed and took the handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

At this moment, Zi Yun came to report.

"Your Highness Lan Xi, the Underworld King has come to pay a visit."

Lan Xi was already quite acquainted with Bu Qiao, so she said to Zi Yun, "Bring him here; today I’ll invite him for a drink."

She used to always drink up all the wine in the Underworld King’s Mansion.

Bu Qiao had often complained about it.

Now it was time for her to make a sacrifice in return.

Upon hearing Zi Yun’s words, Bu Qiao felt even more respect in his heart.

It seemed Lan Xi truly didn’t treat him as an outsider.

Xiao Gu was also very happy and was the first to rush into the Purple Mist Pavilion, waving from afar at Lan Xi, "Sister Lan Xi."

Seeing the good wine on the table, she immediately sniffed and her eyes sparkled, "Looks like Xiao Gu came on the right day."

Lan Xi hadn’t expected this girl would also come.

Seeing her lively appearance now, she seemed to have no troubles at all.

"Sit down, the good wine is ready. Xiao Gu, drink to your heart’s content; your sister has plenty of good wine."

Bu Qiao looked at Xiao Gu’s manner and shook his head; only she dared to so boldly call Lan Xi sister.

"Thank you, Your Highness Lan Xi, for the life-saving grace." Bu Qiao said sincerely.

After speaking, he presented the treasures he had prepared for Lan Xi.

Lan Xi glanced over them; they were rare treasures from the Underworld, with some precious herbs even the Immortal Realm couldn’t find.

"What are you doing?" Lan Xi looked displeased.

"A life-saving grace must be repaid. You’ve saved me twice. This is just a small token of gratitude from Bu Qiao to Your Highness, and I hope Your Highness will not refuse." Bu Qiao’s expression was calm.

Lan Xi shook her head, "You and I are friends; saving you was just a small effort. It’s what friends should do. Such grand thanks make me rather uneasy."

"These are just a few gifts..."

Lan Xi interrupted him, "A few gifts I have no use for. Leaving them with me is a waste, and these are treasures of the Underworld, also of great significance to you. If you truly see me as a friend, take them back. Just stock more wine at the Underworld King’s Mansion, and I’ll visit when I have time to drink. "