Three days later.
Taichu Holy Land.
Mu Xueyi had been feeling quite troubled lately. She noticed that her most beloved senior brother seemed to have become extremely busy.
Normally, he would dine with everyone in the outer disciples' cafeteria, taking the opportunity to offer guidance on their cultivation issues. She would sit quietly nearby, happily admiring his handsome face and his approachable mentoring style.
Sometimes, she wondered—if she weren’t a genius, would she have the courage to boldly ask Qin Luo for personal guidance?
But unfortunately, because their master was occupied with suppressing the Frostbane Demon, he had no time to manage the sect. As a result, all major and minor sect affairs had fallen onto Qin Luo’s shoulders.
This left Qin Luo swamped with work, and she hadn’t seen him more than a handful of times these past few days.
"Sigh..."
Mu Xueyi sheathed her sword. She was done practicing.
Or rather, she simply wasn’t in the mood anymore.
Senior Brother… What are you doing right now…?
Suddenly—
Whoosh—!
A streak of light flashed across the sky.
Mu Xueyi looked up, and the gloom in her eyes instantly brightened.
"Senior Brother!"
She gasped in surprise, spotting Qin Luo flying toward his cave abode while carrying a food box.
As the Holy Son of Taichu Holy Land, Qin Luo’s residence was the most spiritually abundant cave dwelling—the [Ten Thousand Spirits Abode].
Did Senior Brother just finish eating?
Then…
Mu Xueyi lightly bit her lip, her eyes flickering with determination. She immediately took off toward her own cave abode.
Senior Brother has been working so hard. As his junior sister, it’s only right for me to cook him a meal.
It’s definitely not because I haven’t seen him in so long!
Once it’s ready, I’ll bring it over to him!
......
......
Ten Thousand Spirits Abode.
Tap.
Qin Luo landed steadily.
After converting all ten sect leaders into shadow puppets, he had ordered them to publicly claim they were suppressing evil spirits.
Among them, Taichu Holy Land’s major decisions had also fallen into his hands.
These past three days, he hadn’t been idle either. Not only had he systematically converted the core members of Taichu Holy Land into shadow puppets, but he had also secretly infiltrated the other nine great sects.
Every person he converted became his puppet—outwardly maintaining the normal operations of their sects, but in reality, they obeyed his every command.
From resource allocation to disciple training, everything was now subtly under his control.
And the bulk of these resources ultimately flowed to one person—Su Muwan.
Their goal was to use the unique properties of the Destiny Dream Cauldron to help Su Muwan break through to the [True Spirit Realm’s peak].
As for whether this would trigger some inexplicable timeline alterations…
Pushing open the door to his cave abode, Qin Luo dispelled the barrier and stepped into the depths of his dwelling.
"Hrrrrrrrrrr~~~"
Su Muwan was sprawled inelegantly across the soft couch, fast asleep.
Her long hair was strewn haphazardly over the pillow, and a thin trail of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth—clear evidence of her blissful slumber.
Qin Luo shook his head helplessly and tiptoed over, placing the food box on the stone table beside her.
Leaning down, he gently pinched Su Muwan’s cheek and chuckled softly, "Wake up, Your Highness."
Su Muwan scrunched her brows, rolling over with a grumble, "No… Five more minutes…"
Seeing this, Qin Luo smirked mischievously and poked her side.
"Eek!"
Su Muwan jolted upright like a startled cat, glaring at him indignantly. "Qin Luo! What was that for?!"
"Waking you up," he replied innocently. "If you sleep any longer, the food will get cold."
Rubbing her eyes, Su Muwan glanced at the food box and immediately brightened. "What’d you bring me?"
"All your favorites."
Qin Luo opened the box, releasing an enticing aroma.
"Mmm~ Looks decent~"
Su Muwan stretched lazily before sitting up. "Little Luo, feed me~"
Qin Luo raised a brow. "Your Highness, are your hands broken?"
"I don’t care! You have to feed me!"
Su Muwan pouted stubbornly. "Otherwise, I won’t eat! Let me starve!"
Qin Luo sighed in resignation, picking up his chopsticks to hold out a piece of braised pork. "Open wide."
"Nope! You have to dip your finger in the sauce and feed it to me!!"
"?"
"Ahem, just kidding..."
Su Muwan obediently opened her mouth, biting into the pork with her eyes curved into happy crescents. "So good!"
Qin Luo couldn’t resist ruffling her hair. "Slow down. Don’t choke."
Between chews, Su Muwan mumbled, "Qin Luo, what have you been up to in this dump lately?"
"And when are we going back?"
"Have you figured out the conditions for returning yet?"
As he continued feeding her, Qin Luo explained, "These past three days, I’ve been taking control of the core members across the sects."
"After all, the resources needed to push you to the True Spirit Realm’s peak are no small amount."
"As for going back..."
He pondered for a moment before sharing his theory. "I suspect that once we do something that advances the plot, we’ll be able to return."
Su Muwan’s eyes sparkled. "Really?"
"Really."
"Really really?"
"Really really."
"Really really really— Mmph!"
Before she could finish, Qin Luo stuffed another piece of meat into her mouth. "Your Highness, stop with the nonsense."
"Hehe."
Su Muwan giggled. "It’s just so surreal. This world feels so real, even though it’s just a dream."
Qin Luo gave her a strange look. "Huh? Didn’t I tell you? Actually, the moment we dream-traveled into this world, it became a parallel timeline connected to our real world."
Su Muwan froze. "?"
"Still don’t get it, Your Highness? In other words..."
Qin Luo pointed at her. "Because we went to the Great Yan Dynasty and wiped out those attackers, the world retroactively adjusted to label you as the world-destroying [Frostbane Demon]."
"And me as the mastermind behind it all."
"Next, to help you break through to the True Spirit Realm’s peak, we’ll have to keep devouring others’ resources and opportunities."
"Who knows? With the world’s corrective force at play..."
Qin Luo clicked his tongue. "You might actually end up becoming the Frostbane Demon who destroys the world, just like the legends in the Profound Heaven Realm say."
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds...
After holding a dumbfounded expression for three full seconds—
Su Muwan’s pupils trembled violently. "HEY!!"
"Qin Luo, you never told me about this!!"
She grabbed his hand in shock. "You’re saying that even though I didn’t do anything, the world’s corrective force will rewrite history to make it seem like I actually became the Frostbane Demon and destroyed the world?!"
"And because of the Destiny Dream Cauldron’s unique properties, this timeline’s events might even merge with the real world?!"
"So what those people from the Profound Heaven Realm said was true? I really am the Frostbane Specter?"
Qin Luo nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."
"What kind of joke is this?! Aaaaaah!!!!"
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