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“Junior Sister...”

Mo Shangxie didn’t say anything out loud, but how could she not harbor doubts in her heart? Yet, what good did doubting do? Even if she knew that her junior sister had deliberately sacrificed her life to save her, what then?

A save was a save. Mo Shangxie would forever owe Ji Qingyi, her junior sister, a dozen lives.

She didn’t even know how she had managed to return to the Demon Palace. As she walked in, the first person she saw was Jiang Che.

“Master… Master!” Mo Shangxie now felt uneasy not only when facing Ji Qingyi but also when confronting Jiang Che.

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Che glanced at his youngest disciple. Lately, the worries weighing on this girl seemed to be growing heavier.

“Master, I… I…”

Mo Shangxie’s heart was a tangled mess of complexity. But in the end, she walked straight up to Jiang Che, boldly and assertively wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her head tightly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body.

Jiang Che didn’t speak. He was unsure what this girl was up to this time. Could this be some new kind of game?

Another night passed without a word.

The next morning, when Jiang Che woke up, Mo Shangxie had already left early.

Staring at the empty space beside him, Jiang Che propped his chin on one hand and let out a sigh.

His two disciples—they were truly a headache!

Both had fallen in love with him, but for various reasons, they couldn’t get along with each other. Mo Shangxie had even become his quasi-wife… yet she still chose to back down.

He wasn’t stupid. What happened yesterday with Mo Shangxie was undoubtedly a “goodbye fling.”

As for Ji Qingyi, she had gone fully dark, even contacting the forces of the Ancient Chaos Demon Clan. The turn of events was giving Jiang Che a serious headache.

And yes, Jiang Che had known the whole story all along. His system points had now reached an astonishing 99.99 trillion—just a sliver away from completing the system’s transcendence mission.

His own status had approached near-omnipotence. For instance, during these idle days, he often traveled through the river of time, visiting his wives in future timelines to spend time with them. Once he’d had his fill, he’d return to the Three Realms to play the Demon Patriarch. To him, the river of time was no different from his own backyard pool.

But even though Jiang Che was this invincible, there were still things that troubled him!

Ji Qingyi, his yandere little disciple—he really couldn’t handle her.

Ji Qingyi had fully succumbed to darkness. She was a purebred yandere to the core, with an obsessive need to control him that bordered on pathological. She was a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

Jiang Che already understood why this little disciple would come to hate him in the future.

The entire future was laid out before his eyes. Even though it hadn’t happened yet, as long as he wasn’t a fool, he could roughly guess how things would unfold.

Ji Qingyi would inevitably discover that he had many women, and that realization would drive her to a breakdown. With her personality, there was no way he could simply kill her. The only option would be to suppress her. For a girl like Ji Qingyi, even using his extraordinary abilities to “reform” her would likely be futile. A yandere and a nymphomaniac were two completely different things.

This created a vicious cycle!

If he had known beforehand that taking her as his disciple would lead to such consequences, Jiang Che… would probably still have chosen to take her in. After all, he was a rebellious sort who loved challenging himself in areas he wasn’t good at.

But now that he had taken her in, it had become quite the headache.

For the almost omnipotent Jiang Che, dealing with Ji Qingyi had become his number one challenge.

Ji Qingyi was indeed formidable and cunning. She had even used methods to force Mo Shangxie to leave.

Jiang Che got up and spotted a note on the table. The handwriting was messy and ugly—it was from his eldest disciple, Mo Shangxie.

From a young age, she had been spoiled and arrogant, and no one had taught her how to read or write, so her penmanship was naturally atrocious.

【Master, I am setting out on the true path of immortality. I swear I won’t return unless I become an Immortal Emperor. Yi Yi’s feelings for you, I believe you can already sense… Please forgive your disciple’s willfulness. I already owe Yi Yi too much. I don’t want to owe her any more…】

Clearly, this was Mo Shangxie’s farewell letter.

Jiang Che’s eyes flickered, and then he sighed, “Such a troublesome girl…”

But he didn’t go after her. He had already placed a mark on Mo Shangxie, so she wouldn’t run into any danger. Even if something did happen, he could always resurrect her by traversing the river of time.

“Perhaps… this farewell will mean meeting again a million years from now.”

Jiang Che took a sip of tea from his cup and sighed once more.

What a joke—becoming a transcendent being was all well and good, able to break free from the chains of time and fate, but still unable to escape the cage of emotion.

“Still, it’s fine. With Mo Shangxie gone, let’s see what tricks you, Ji Qingyi, will pull.”

…

“Second Miss! The First Miss has already set foot on the immortal path. She has sworn not to return unless she becomes an Immortal Emperor!”

A voice reached Ji Qingyi’s ears. Her gaze remained calm, as still as water.

Everything was within her grasp. Having used her schemes to drive away her senior sister, Mo Shangxie, the only one now standing before her Master was Yao Yue Demon Emperor alone.

In her eyes, Yao Yue Demon Emperor was already a dead man. Her sole task now was to cultivate with relentless intensity until she could catch up to her Master’s pace!

“The Path of Evil Spirit—fusing the paths of evil and spirit, then using the Path of Reincarnation to construct an evil spirit cycle, devouring all beings across the three realms to form a cocoon… ultimately transforming into the true Path of Evil Spirit…”

Ji Qingyi muttered to herself. These were the secret techniques given to her by the Evil God Clan.

The creation of the Evil Spirit Path was a horrifying process, requiring the countless billions of living beings across the three realms as sacrifices. With the Path of Evil and the Path of Spirit as the foundation, and the Path of Reincarnation as support, she would construct a reincarnation ground resembling the underworld, drawing all the dead souls of the three realms into this Evil Spirit Underworld. Eventually, the billions of living beings would transform into a single cocoon of evil spirit.

“Too troublesome. I can’t wait that long. Isn’t it faster to use the nascent form of the Evil Spirit Path to devour the living beings of the three realms and strengthen myself directly?”

Why bother building an evil spirit cycle? How tedious!

All she needed was a single word: Kill!

Slay every living being across the three realms—and she could still create the Evil Spirit Path that way.

Even the lingering thought of the Evil God Clan deep within her Dao heart was startled by Ji Qingyi’s words. This Dao fetus, nurtured after eons… was it really this terrifying?

Their plan was to claim the dead souls of the three realms for their own use. But this evil fetus… she intended to turn the living into the dead first, and then claim those dead souls.

Even the King of Hell would have to kneel before you, damn it.

Ji Qingyi slowly raised her hand. A pure surge of evil energy emerged. Her mastery of the Path of Evil had reached a level of utter perfection. And now… the only thing she lacked was the Path of Spirit!

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