58 She’s Our Daughter
Since Long Ying hadn’t appeared at this point in the script, Yan Zhen had momentarily forgotten about her.
“Sorry, sorry. I was too absorbed in my cultivation. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”
Long Ying wasn’t a spoiled child anymore and naturally understood, but she was still a bit unhappy, pouting slightly.
Yan Zhen set the little Dragon Girl down and, holding her hand, returned to the building.
“Are you hungry? I’ll take you to the dining hall.”
Long Ying puffed out her chest and declared proudly, “I already ate at Sister Xunyi’s!”
Ah, this…
Yan Zhen suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Feeding Long Ying was the best way to raise her affection level. If Zi Xunyi stole that opportunity, his relationship with Long Ying would weaken, making it difficult to obtain the third drop of divine blood he needed for body tempering.
—No, I have to make up for this.
“Ahem, how much did you eat? I’ll reimburse her.”
“Reimburse what? Sister Xunyi’s money is your money!”
—That’s true.
“Then I’ll go over tonight and show her a movie as compensation.”
“Movie?” Long Ying blinked, remembering what that was. “I want to watch too!”
“Tsk, don’t be a third wheel.”
“Oh?” A teasing look appeared on Long Ying’s face. “Are you trying to… woo Sister Xunyi, Zhenzhen?”
They arrived at the entrance to the building. Seeing no one around, Yan Zhen whispered, “You might not believe this, but she’s my future wife.”
Long Ying’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know?”
Yan Zhen smirked, a smug look on his face. “I dreamt it.”
His future wife did appear in his dreams, so he wasn’t lying to a child.
Long Ying, however, pondered his words.
Back in his room, Yan Zhen told Long Ying to wait while he took a quick bath and changed into clean clothes.
“I’m going to see Zi Ji now. Don’t follow me.”
“Okay, then I’ll go to sleep. Come back early.”
Long Ying was unusually obedient, even waving goodbye, making Yan Zhen wonder if she was a fake.
With a sense of unease, he jumped out the window, used his Starry Sky Dance, and flew towards the cliffside building, landing on the balcony, then knocked on the window.
Creak.
The window opened, revealing Zi Xunyi’s graceful figure. She was wearing a dark purple nightgown, her lavender hair loose, her appearance relaxed and casual.
The overlapping lapels of her nightgown formed a slight V-neck, subtly revealing her cleavage, while her delicate collarbone and slender neck added a touch of allure.
Seeing Yan Zhen, Zi Xunyi smiled. “You’re back. Little Long Ying has been asking about you these past few days.”
Yan Zhen scratched his head awkwardly. “I was too focused on cultivating and forgot about her for a moment. Thank you for taking care of her.”
“It’s no trouble. I quite like that child. And Little Long Ying is very well-behaved, not causing any trouble, just eats a lot, as dragons do.”
“She’s indeed much more obedient than usual. I wonder why.”
Zi Xunyi turned and walked back inside. Yan Zhen followed, and they sat at the table. Zi Xunyi poured him a cup of tea.
“I almost forgot you’re reborn. No wonder you didn’t even flinch after Little Long Ying spent so many of your points… Was she very mischievous before?”
“Not exactly mischievous, just stubborn and disobedient. Whenever she’s hungry, she’ll start yelling ‘Hungry!’ and stare at you until you feed her. And if she meets someone she dislikes, she’ll punch them without a second thought, causing me quite a bit of trouble.”
Zi Xunyi giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Really? I can’t imagine Little Long Ying being like that.”
Yan Zhen shrugged. “Every word is true. I don’t know why she’s become so obedient. It can’t be that she’s also reborn—”
He abruptly stopped, a faint sense of loss washing over him as blurry images flashed through his mind.
—System, restart. This victory is meaningless.
“Yan Zhen” said this, his voice devoid of emotion, like a machine.
[Host, are you sure you want to restart everything from scratch?]
—Yes.
[Friendly reminder: It hasn’t been easy for the host to reach this point. If you restart, there’s no guarantee you’ll reach the same level of power again.]
—This Emperor believes he can surpass his current self… I… I’ve seen a new path.
[Friendly reminder: XXX]
The rest was blurry and incomprehensible.
—What the hell was that? Is that… my memory?
Yan Zhen felt a jolt in his soul, a sharp pain in his forehead, his face turning pale.
“What’s wrong, Yan Zhen?” Zi Xunyi asked, concerned. “Your soul fluctuations are too intense. Calm down.”
“My… my head hurts.” Yan Zhen’s mind was filled with blurry images, giving him a strong sense of déjà vu. “Am I… Yan Zhen, or the Yan Emperor?”
“Yan Zhen!”
Zi Xunyi immediately summoned the Jade Firmament Violet Fire, which transformed into a beautiful purple butterfly, its wings scattering a gentle, violet light, helping to calm Yan Zhen’s soul.
After a while, Yan Zhen calmed down, the color returning to his face.
“Thank you, Zi Ji. I… I almost lost myself.”
Zi Xunyi withdrew the Jade Firmament Violet Fire, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yan Zhen curiously. “What happened just now? You looked like you were about to succumb to your inner demons. Are you cultivating some dangerous soul technique?”
“I’m cultivating the Ancestral Talisman Scripture. You’ve heard of it, right?”
Hearing these words, Zi Xunyi’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean the Ancestral Talisman Scripture created by the Ancestral God?”
The Ancestral God was the first deity, the ancestor of all God Clans, a supreme being on par with the Emperor.
“Yes, gathering the Nine Talismans of the Five Elements and Four Seasons to form the Ancestral Talisman, recreating chaos within the sea of consciousness and creating a divine kingdom. It’s the original god-creation technique… If you want to learn it, I can teach you.”
Zi Xunyi gasped, her heart pounding, unable to speak for a moment.
After a while, she smiled wryly and shook her head. “No, I can’t take your opportunity. And I’ve already cultivated my natal technique. Changing it now would be too troublesome.”
“Then just let me know when you want to learn it. I can teach you anytime,” Yan Zhen said gently. “After all, you’re my future wife.”
Zi Xunyi blushed and turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
“Not this again…”
“Alright, I won’t mention it again. Let’s talk about Long Ying.” Yan Zhen blinked. “Seeing her so obedient reminds me of Ling’er.”
“Ling’er?” Zi Xunyi found the name familiar. “Who is that?”
Yan Zhen looked at her and said seriously, “Our daughter, Yan Lingji.”
Eh? Zi Xunyi froze. Daughter? His and hers?
Before she could process this information, Yan Zhen continued, “Actually, Ling’er was also reborn with me.”
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