Chapter 939 - 444: What Does It Mean for Master to Be Pursued? (2)

The old woman is named Mei Fangzhou.

She has lived nearly six hundred years thus far.

As demon cultivators tend to have short lives, she is the senior-most cultivator in the Emotion Crossing Sect.

Her cultivation is unfathomable, seemingly surpassing the three Divine Venerables.

In a certain sense,

the premature demise of the past two generations of Divine Sons before reaching the Golden Core stage, yet gaining greater power and prestige, is inseparable from this old woman’s willing servitude.

Mei Fangzhou lowered her head, humble in demeanor:

"This old servant has overstepped... Since Your Highness has taken an interest, then this Loose Cultivator’s fortune is well-earned over several lifetimes. This old servant shall guard outside the palace steadfastly, ensuring that no one disturbs Your Highness’s amusement."

"That’s the way it should be; grandmother understands Jiaming the best."

The young girl’s eyes curved, her voice soft and sweet. She counted earnestly on her fair-skinned fingers,

"Counting this lifetime of Jiaming... this is already the ninth Divine Son of the Emotion Crossing Sect, isn’t it?"

"Indeed, Your Highness, it is the ninth generation," Mei Fangzhou replied respectfully.

Of course.

Before being discovered by the Emotion Crossing Sect, the Divine Son might have reincarnated several times in the Qi Kingdom, unbeknownst to others.

"Hmm... the ninth generation indeed."

Qin Jiaming tilted her head slightly,

"Grandmother has attended to the fifth generation throughout to the current Jiaming, experiencing the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth... including the present Jiaming, you have attended to five generations of Divine Sons. Truly hard on you, grandmother."

Upon hearing this, a rare softness flickered in the clouded gaze of Mei Fangzhou.

The world believed the old servant beside the Divine Son served out of reverence for the millennia-old prestige of the Lord Luoxiao.

But few knew her true origins.

"Your Highness’s words flatter this old servant; serving Your Highness is my duty."

The old woman’s withered lips trembled slightly, her eyes devout,

"Back then, if not for the benevolence of the fourth-generation Your Highness, who took this old servant back from infancy, washing and refining my marrow personally, and transmitting Supreme Divine Skill... there wouldn’t be Mei Fangzhou in this world."

"From the day Your Highness took this old servant back, I swore a blood oath. This old servant’s life will belong to Your Highness for all eternity. No matter who... if anyone wishes to harm Your Highness, they will have to step over my body first!"

"So, whatever Your Highness wishes to do, even if it means tearing a hole in the sky of Wuyang Palace, this old servant will support it with these old bones."

Back then, if not for the Divine Son’s wish not to alert the enemy prematurely, she would have long purged Wuyang Palace to stop the vile from extracting divine blood.

Listening to such tearful loyalty, Qin Jiaming’s smile deepened.

"Jiaming knew, grandmother loves me the most."

The young girl stood up, tidied her beautifully draped skirt, resembling a lark released from her cage, and cheerfully headed to the Purifying Heart Palace.

"Then grandmother must wait obediently outside while Jiaming opens the blind box, no peeking~"

...

The Purifying Heart Palace is not a single hall.

It consists of one main hall, with two auxiliary halls.

The main hall is exclusively for the Divine Son; how could her noble personage share a cultivation place with others?

The young girl looked up, her dainty white feet stepping on the warm jade floor, curiously examining the rolling thunderclouds on the dome.

This thunder is greatly connected to her.

It is a spiritual thunder summoned when she crossed the Golden Core Tribulation in her past lives.

The thunder tribulation was so grand that it transformed the entire land of Yan and Qi.

Yet it paled compared to the thunder tribulation in her memory.

What she remembers most vividly was the rare smile of the man after the tribulation: "Truly worthy to be my disciple... even the so-called Son of Destiny pales in comparison to you?"

That was her most profound memory.

Soforward the years spanned a millennium, across countless reincarnations, the man’s face was as clear as yesterday.

The young girl reached out her hand, gently pulling off the crimson hair ribbon, letting her dark, soft hair cascade like a waterfall.

Then, the silk ribbon at her waist fell to her slender, fair ankles, and her grand and ornate dress followed suit.

"It wasn’t Jiaming who betrayed the master, but the master who betrayed Jiaming..."

"Together we drove out demons, subdued the vile dragon, making all under heaven yield under the arms of Songyang. So why did you lie to your disciple, attempting to leave using powers from beyond the sky..."

"Is it just because the disciple couldn’t transform into a god, nor was the legendary Son of Destiny?"

An inexplicable jealousy festered in her heart.

The master’s blood was searingly hot.

When it splattered on her face, Qin Jiaming felt truly content.

Because she knew, when the master awakens again, his eyes would only see Jiaming.

But why... why did it turn out like this?

The girl, her jade-like white feet bare, walked step by step towards the violent thunder pool.

Electric arcs reflected in her clear eyes, weaving into deep purple webs.

...

Meanwhile.

Chen Ye was diligently cultivating.

Thunder snakes slithered across his well-toned muscles, burrowing into his body through the pores, continually cleansing the illusory energy accumulated from consuming pills.

The effect of this thunder pool was beyond Chen Ye’s expectations.

Even within the Lingyin Sect, it ranked among the top Cave Heaven Blessed Lands.

"That Gu Tangyin is truly generous... or is it fear of the Emotion Crossing Sect, afraid to come to their thunder pool to cultivate, lest the demonic arts taint them?"

Chen Ye thought about it, mostly reaching this conclusion.

Though the Emotion Crossing Sect and Huayue Mansion had a decent relationship,

the Emotion Crossing Sect was a Demon Sect in the end, and Gu Tangyin’s apprehension was understandable.

"Wait..."

Chen Ye’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his gaze sharp.

At the chaotic bottom of this thunder pool, his divine soul, comparable to that of a Golden Core True Man, detected a faint spatial fluctuation!