110 - All Eyes Are On The Peasant Family’ Adorable Baby Girl

Chapter 110: She Is Good Shen Su was momentarily distracted by the thought of her deepest desires coming to fruition. The golden hue in her eyes grew increasingly intense, eventually obscuring her entire vision. She couldn't even hear what Cen Yin was saying beside her. In a daze, she didn’t even realize when Wei Nan Yi finished absorbing the blessing's power. It was Duozhui's invocation of the blessing post-absorption that finally brought Shen Su back to her senses. At some unknown point, the barrier around them fell silent. The various blessed creatures had retreated, leaving only the eight Great Demon Kings and their inseparable elders. Wei Nan Yi, as weightless as a feather, had drifted close to her side without a sound, not even a whisper of a breath. Her gaze carried a hint of coldness, her delicate eyelashes trembling lightly. The soft light cast a small shadow over them. It was as if the goddess of compassion Shen Su had seen earlier was nothing but a daydream. Too many demons still gathered around the lake pit, giving Shen Su no opportunity to ask Wei Nan Yi if her spiritual roots and cultivation had fully recovered. Shen Su's focus remained on the lake pit, as their transaction and her promises reached their fulfillment. Under the watchful eyes of the demons, Shen Su cut her arm. The bright red blood emanated an unusual fragrance, tendrils of scent curling into the air and into the nostrils of every nearby demon. The eyes of Zhang Yu Zhuo and Pang Tou Yu Duo Tuo Wo flashed red with hunger. As water-born creatures, they had less resistance to Jingqin's bloodline. Instinctively, they took a few steps forward, greedily inhaling the scent of Jingqin's blood. Wei Nan Yi, standing beside Shen Su, stepped forward as Zhang Yu Zhuo and Duo Tuo Wo approached, completely shielding Shen Su. The atmosphere grew colder around them, and pale gold lotus lanterns illuminated beside her. The long shadows of the lanterns cast a golden glow on Wei Nan Yi's soft white skin. Her fingertips trembled slightly, encasing them in a veil of soft light. This caused the fragrance to diminish and their vision to blur, making it difficult to discern Shen Su clearly. Although the light veil obscured their faces, the oppressive surge in Wei Nan Yi's cultivation pressured Pang Tou Yu Duo Tuo Wo into being cautious. He pinched off one of his own heads in confusion. "It seems that living being has truly absorbed the blessing's power; her cultivation has surged." Kong Que Heng Ran glanced incredulously at him. "Foolish fish. If she were a living being, why would the leader ask us for blessings?" As Duo Tuo Wo's head regenerated, he quipped again. "This makes even less sense. If she were a demon, such a large amount of blessings should have overpowered her. At minimum, she should’ve gone berserk. I’ve never seen demons cheat their way through cultivation like this." Wei Nan Yi's cultivation was by no means a shortcut but the result of tireless, deliberate effort. Through the lotus fog, she observed the demons' reactions, her gaze instinctively landing on Jing Qing. The lotus fog not only concealed their presence but also sensed killing intent. Jing Qing's murderous intent remained unwavering. A thousand years ago, he wanted to kill Jingqin, and now he wants to kill Shen Su. Even Su Li, who had personal grievances with Jingqin, didn’t harbor such overt killing intent. Wei Nan Yi knew she had to guard against this predator while Shen Su battled with the lake pit. Now, she slightly regretted not annihilating him earlier. None of the demons noticed Wei Nan Yi's unease. They never believed that the blessing could significantly boost her power. As the mightiest in the mountains, they didn’t fear Wei Nan Yi. Zhu Xian Er chuckled mischievously, her bright eyes reflecting two plump heads. "Elder Fathead Fish, it's fine for you to have two heads, yet no other demon can be peculiar in any way?" Duo Tuo Wo, touching his newly regrown head, gave Zhu Xian Er a sidelong glance but managed to restrain himself from lashing out. Zhu Xian Er's innate abilities made her difficult to deal with, and her grandfather, who could glimpse the secrets of the heavens, was the sole resident of the mountain capable of such. Generally, no demon wanted to cross her. Regenerating Jingqin's waters wasn’t something that could be achieved in a moment. Heng Ran stood for a while, feeling gradually drowsy, her desires starting to entwine her consciousness. Wei Nan Yi's lotus fog blocked her and Shen Su but did not cover the entire lake pit. The aroma of the blood rising from the lake proved to be overwhelmingly compelling for her. This young Jingqin seemed reliable in keeping promises, so she felt no further misgivings. Heng Ran spread her arms, her back sprouting a pair of snowy white wings. Stretching her flexible body, she declared, "I'm leaving. It's too fragrant here. It doesn't suit someone with poor willpower like me." Upon hearing this, Wu Xiu, as her clan leader, instinctively wanted to offer some advice. Before she could speak, Heng Ran lifted her and soared into the air, covering her mouth with a hand. "Alright, alright, no need to say anything. I know you find it too fragrant here. Let's go together." Struggling, Wu Xiu was eventually carried away. Heng Ran always did this—she could understand Wu Xiu's thoughts but chose to deliberately misinterpret them each time. After enough times, Wu Xiu doubted her own communication skills. With Heng Ran gone, Guo Cang also wished to leave. "Xian Er, let’s go. The scent of Jingqin's blood is difficult for you to resist. The new master will keep her word." "Yes, Grandpa." Zhu Xian Er was an obedient granddaughter, complying with whatever Guo Cang said. Though she was the clan leader, she followed Guo Cang's orders in everything. Happily linking Guo Cang's arm, she prepared to leave. However, before they could depart, Guo Cang cast a meaningful glance at Jing Qing and sighed heavily. Blocking their way, Jing Qing flew over. "Old goat, is there something you’re not telling me?" Guo Cang stared at Jing Qing's face with a peculiar expression before coldly replying, "Jing Qing, everything has cause and effect. Once involved, it's hard to break free." Jing Qing, impatient by nature, couldn’t stand Guo Cang’s cryptic message. "What do you mean?" "What's meant for you is yours. Coveting what isn't will only harm you." Guo Cang delivered his cryptic warning and turned to leave. “Xian Er, we're leaving.” Jing Qing spat angrily in frustration as he watched them depart. In a corner, Yan Xiao, the quiet flower butterfly, watched their retreating figures, tears forming in her eyes. She frantically eyed the remaining demons and hurriedly chased after Guo Cang and Zhu Xian Er. The bird clan had left, the goat clan was also departing, leaving her as the sole herbivore among bloodthirsty carnivores. She had no desire to stay with such creatures; it wasn’t safe for a butterfly. Getting ready to mock Jing Qing, Le Xian, the spider, glanced back to find her own elder had abandoned her. In disbelief, she rubbed her eight eyes. “Seriously? She left with the old goat clan while I’m still here. What’s going on?” “You clan leaders are all quite something. Some rarely show themselves for a thousand years, some barely get to speak, some obey their grandfathers, and some are beaten by their aunts daily. Now there’s even a clan leader on the brink of defecting,” laughed Duozhui, unable to hide his amusement. However, before he could spit out the foul ink swirling in his mouth, Le Xian's spider silk sealed his nose and mouth. Le Xian, known for her bad temper, snapped instantly at Duozhui’s taunt. Her eight eyes reddened with anger, thick spider silk trembling in her palms. She watched as Yan Xiao’s retreating figure began to fade and hurled her silk to ensnare her, determined to forcibly bring her back. Cen Yin clicked her tongue. “For once, Duozhui wasn't wrong. This must be the first time I've seen a clan leader stand up to their elder.” Le Xian’s silk snapped back, and her body leapt forward, chasing Yan Xiao, as if this token of rebellion meant they now stood united. Seeing the crowd disperse, Cen Yin grabbed her uncle's shoulder. "Uncle, let’s go too." Su Li, still discontent with Cen Yin's behavior, shook off her hand. "I have legs. I can walk myself." Cen Yin just smiled, not pushing the issue further. Her gaze grew cold as she lightly swept her eyes over the remaining clans. "Restoring Jinghuishui will take time, and every clan has its own matters to attend to. It's best if we all disperse." Human cultivators favored competition, valuing combat power and cultivation levels. Demon cultivators, however, revered blood and plunder, gauging strength by the effectiveness of their killing techniques. Such techniques needed to be swift, ruthless, and precise, with absolutely no room for mercy. This meant that demons vying for the position of Demon King could not be too old, as age would disadvantage them in terms of speed, and their gradually mellowing disposition would prevent them from being sufficiently ruthless. Ideally, a demon's innate abilities should also aid in slaughter—like the fox clan's traits of concealment and berserk rage. Zhu Xian Er, for instance, possessed the ability to randomly appear beside any creature tainted with her aura, making her perfect for a sudden, lethal strike. Thus, the Demon Kings chosen were not necessarily the strongest based on human cultivator standards. Some weren’t even the highest cultivators in their clans. Zhu Xian Er, for example, was only at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, but she and others like her were undeniably ruthless. Ruthless enough to command respect and suppress opposition. Cen Yin was an exception among the Demon Kings. She was the oldest of her generation, over 4,000 years old, yet she had not mellowed with age. On the contrary, she had grown more bloodthirsty, her killing prowess undiminished. This was unusual. The old goat once said that, except for demon races, the killing urge in primates lessened with age. What one couldn't see past in a few hundred years, one would eventually understand in a few thousand. Some beings relished the taste of blood for a year, others for centuries or millennia, but beyond that, they generally grew tired of it. Cen Yin was different, thus naturally becoming the highest-ranked among the Demon Kings. Her cruelty, high cultivation, and extreme bloodfrenzy—enhanced by the sight of blood—had made her the strongest in Yanbishan, from both a demon and a human perspective. Hence, even among the Demon Kings, there was an underlying fear of Cen Yin. When Cen Yin spoke, Duozhui quickly assented, "We’ll leave now." Jiucui also wasted no words. She grabbed Ye Huan and vanished. Seeing Jiucui act swiftly, Duozhui didn’t dare delay either. He immediately left with Duo Tuo Wo. In an instant, the barrier contained only the three former mightiest clans: the bear, fox, and tiger clans. Neither Hu Jin Jin nor Hu San Bai wanted to confront Wei Nan Yi and Shen Su. Hu San Bai respectfully bowed to Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi. "We’ll take our leave now." They left decisively, leaving only two opposing factions. Jing Qing, unsatisfied, stared at Cen Yin. "Cen Yin, you must have a natural affinity for anything related to Linxian Mountain, no?" Cen Yin continued to smile, her eyes glinting coldly. "What do you mean by that?" "Don’t play dumb. She's the descendant of Jingqin and Shen Yiwen. Everyone knows Shen Yiwen was Jiang Ruiping’s apprentice. I heard from my father that Jiang Ruiping once came to Yanbishan and slaughtered innocents, yet you did nothing to stop it. Despite your bloodthirsty nature, you’ve never attacked disciples of Linxian Mountain. There’s a surreptitious connection here." Cen Yin found this amusing. She arched her pitch-black eyes at Jing Qing. "Why would you think I could fight her? If I had intervened, more demons would simply have perished." With that, she seized Jing Qing in one hand and Susu in the other, forcibly dragging them out of the barrier. Su Li, reluctant for his family to bear grudges over this matter, murmured, "Yin'er wasn't lying. There’s probably no one in this world who can surpass Jiang Ruiping." Wei Nan Yi overheard their conversation. As a human cultivator, she didn’t know much about Yanbishan. She was aware that the eight Great Demon Kings were the strongest of the demon clans, but if not for accompanying Shen Su here, she wouldn’t have known the specifics of their selection process or who exactly the Demon Kings were. Previously, she had only dealt with Jiucui and Jing Qing among the Demon Kings. Cen Yin’s age surprised her, as did Jiang Ruiping’s past. In her circles, she rarely heard ill of Jiang Ruiping, let alone stories of her past exploits. She had no idea Jiang Ruiping had slain demons on Yanbishan. No wonder Hu San Bai and others feared Jiang Ruiping. She knew Jiang Ruiping was formidable; anything her master couldn’t do, Ruiping could. Even the Grand Elder couldn’t match her. But she hadn’t grasped how formidable Jiang Ruiping truly was. Wei Nan Yi herself couldn’t compare to Jiang Ruiping. Cultivation wasn’t a matter of quick success; any misstep could lead to heart demons and death. Though Wei Nan Yi had perfect spiritual roots, she wasn’t some chosen child with rapid growth methods. Seeking stability, her cultivation speed seemed slow to those impatient for quick results. In reality, it was fast by most standards. Taken in by Linxian Mountain as a child, she began cultivating at eight, achieved Foundation Establishment in six months, reached the Core Formation stage by thirty, the Golden Core stage by 150, and the Nascent Soul stage by 800, finally breaking through to the Out-of-Body stage at 1,400. She never rushed and prioritized solid foundations, investing time in learning spells and formations. In her time, she hadn’t encountered peers who could rival her, even those with greater opportunities or elixirs, as their unsupported cultivation would quickly falter. A millennium ago, when Jingqin seized her body, she was still at the Golden Core stage, with Jingqin’s cultivation higher. Otherwise, Jingqin wouldn’t have dared attack her. However, Jingqin underestimated the fact that cultivation level wasn’t everything, leading to severe backlash. Wei Nan Yi never focused solely on cultivation. Learning formations, alchemy, and spells under Shen Yiwen, she dedicated time to writing a scripture for demons. By the age of 1,800, her cultivation lagged behind other top talents with perfect spiritual roots. But what of it? They still lost. Jiang An couldn’t outsmart her daughter either, let alone subjugate her. Wei Nan Yi's leniency derived from her substantial abilities—robust cultivation, mastery of thousands of spells, expertise in alchemy, and vast knowledge of formations. Before her fall, she was undefeated. Jiang Ruiping once mentioned her cultivation, but neither she nor Shen Yin Xue pressured her to improve swiftly. Shen Yin Xue, always gentle with a smile, would pat her head and softly say, "Nan Yi, cultivation alone doesn’t guarantee victory. Every spell, pill, and formation you learn will be your assets. Cultivation merely extends life.” Wei Nan Yi couldn’t tell if Shen Yin Xue’s words were meant to comfort her or if they reflected genuine belief. Not everyone could be like Jiang Ruiping, excelling in everything while rapidly advancing to unattainable heights. Given her own growth journey, Wei Nan Yi believed Shen Su’s rapid cultivation was troubling, even dangerous. Shen Su’s path seemed more like a perilous gamble than cultivation. Her progress was a life-or-death struggle, sustained only by her twin powerful demon bodies. Without them, she wouldn’t have made it this far. Similar to Shen Su, those children’s bodies, altered by Mu Ling for rapid growth, sought constant breakthroughs at the expense of future cultivation. Such unsupported progress made them prone to heart demons and strayed from the immortal path. They needed to halt their pursuit of higher cultivation, focusing instead on honing physical skills, swordplay, solidifying their demon bodies, and enhancing overall strength. Ultimately, Wei Nan Yi felt her incompetence was to blame. She hadn’t properly guided Shen Su or taught Ruantong and the others, failing to provide them with a safe environment for stable cultivation. She could only watch them prematurely breakthrough. Especially Shen Su. Wei Nan Yi saw the sacrifices Shen Su made for her, accomplishing even what Jiangxu couldn’t. She was an exceedingly good girl. Her only flaw was her tendency to face suffering alone, unwilling to let Wei Nan Yi share the burden. The wounds she bore were far more severe than if they were inflicted upon Wei Nan Yi herself. As much as Shen Su wished to protect her, Wei Nan Yi equally desired to protect Shen Su. Previously, she was frustrated by her lack of strength, but now she finally had the power she longed for. The abundant blessings from the demons of Yanbishan not only restored her spiritual roots and former power but also gave her the opportunity to break through from the intermediate Out-of-Body stage to the advanced Out-of-Body stage. Wei Nan Yi wasn’t sure how to express her feelings at that moment. Years ago, she abandoned hope of recovery, but Shen Su really found a way to restore her spiritual roots, and she succeeded in doing it. She was fragile but resilient, not only resilient herself but also making those around her resilient as well. Shen Su awakened her dormant heart and revived her shattered spiritual roots. She was the blessing Jingqin left her. The blessing ceremony lasted a long time, and now the night had fallen, the full moon hanging high. The pure, flawless moonlight spilled down, adorning the tender leaf tips and snow-white skin, adding a touch of charm to the silent night. Shen Su lay by the lake pit, swallowing a congealing pill while one hand continued to let out blood, and the other infused spiritual water into the lake pit. Due to excessive blood loss, her lips turned pale. Under the white light, she looked even more weak and pitiable. She tilted her head and pitifully licked her lips. “Madam, are you ignoring me?” She waited for a long time, but Wei Nan Yi hadn’t said a word. Shen Su was unsure if Wei Nan Yi was still mad at her. Finally, Wei Nan Yi snapped out of her thoughts. She lowered her eyelids and saw a frail and pitiful Shen Su. Wei Nan Yi had long since dropped all defenses against Shen Su. Even when she felt Shen Su coveted her and her daughter, she could forgive her after Shen Su apologized, as long as Shen Su kept her distance. So how could she now ignore her? She had merely been lost in thought. Wei Nan Yi crouched down, and since there was no one around, she casually removed the light veil from her face. Under the moonlight, her delicate features seemed even more beautiful, her smooth white skin covered in a silvery veil, giving her a divine glow. Her eyes became softer, misted with a gentle tenderness. “Little Su, I was just thinking of something else.” By the lakeside, Shen Su’s pale lips made her look like a withering delicate flower, about to lose its vitality with a mere light breeze. Wei Nan Yi couldn't help but touch her wrist. “Little Su, take a rest.” “Madam, it's just a small wound. It doesn’t hurt.” Shen Su had a self-inflicted wound on her arm, as long as a broken blade, yet she claimed it didn’t hurt. She was always merciless to herself. Wei Nan Yi’s fingers brushed over her arm. With Bihuo Zhu’s disappearance alongside Lin Qinghuai, the inner side of Shen Su’s wrist now had skin as white as jade. Lightly touching the skin with her thin fingertips, Wei Nan Yi vowed, “Little Su, you won’t get hurt anymore.” This wasn’t a promise to Shen Su but a commitment to herself. Shen Su had protected her for twenty years; now it was her turn to protect Shen Su for the rest of her life. Though she wasn’t certain if Shen Su’s future would only involve her. Yes, only her. Wei Nan Yi was proud and would not tolerate Shen Su having another choice. Shen Su hadn’t noticed the strange thought surfacing in Wei Nan Yi’s mind. She lay on the ground, eagerly asking, “Madam, has your spiritual root been restored?” “Yes, it has.” Wei Nan Yi’s simple three words surged a wave of emotions in Shen Su’s heart. This was what she had wished for, yet realizing Wei Nan Yi no longer needed her protection left Shen Su feeling an unexpected sense of loss. She had never truly possessed Wei Nan Yi, yet it felt as though she had lost her countless times. Lost in her thoughts, Shen Su didn’t notice Wei Nan Yi’s hand moving closer. After restoring her spiritual root, Wei Nan Yi’s frailty vanished entirely, and even her body temperature had returned to normal. The warmth of her palm left a trace of heat on Shen Su’s skin. With a soft whisper, she said, “Thanks to you, Little Su, I even broke through.” Looking up, her gaze collided with Wei Nan Yi’s smiling eyes—so tender that they could melt anything. Shen Su hadn’t seen this warmth in a long time. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she asked, “Madam, will you repay me?” Immediately after asking, Shen Su’s face turned crimson, biting her lips, making her once pale face flush red. Wei Nan Yi probably thought she was shameless, asking for something in return. But she didn’t mean it that way. She simply wanted Wei Nan Yi to come closer, even closer. Wei Nan Yi, surprised, quickly realized that Shen Su might not be asking for a material reward but something else. Lowering her eyes to the now blushing Shen Su, who looked both shy and hesitant, Wei Nan Yi felt a pang in her chest. Hesitating for a moment, she tentatively asked, “I-I don’t have anything now. If you want a blessing, how about I marry Xu’er to you?” Wei Nan Yi stared intently at Shen Su, fearful of any reaction she might miss. If Shen Su was happy, she had no choice but to concede. Why did she first ask if Shen Su was willing to marry Jiangxu? Perhaps she subconsciously felt Jiangxu was much better than her. Marry her... Shen Su was first overjoyed, thinking she had finally waited for the plot where one would be rewarded with a marriage. Shen Su liked Wei Nan Yi, and if Wei Nan Yi was willing to marry her, that would be the best outcome, indicating she had some feelings for her. She was just about to respond, but the night breeze cleared her mind a bit. Whom did Wei Nan Yi say she would marry? Oh, it wasn’t her. It seemed to be Jiangxu... Yes, she definitely said Jiangxu. A blessing... She actually called Jiangxu a blessing. Wei Nan Yi’s love for her child was blinding her. While acknowledging Jiangxu’s tragic past, Wei Nan Yi overlooked her heart’s cruelty and her murderous tendencies. Wei Nan Yi wasn’t trying to repay Shen Su; she was pushing her into the fire pit. Just thinking of Jiangxu made Shen Su’s neck ache. She longed for love without any masochistic inclinations. Jiangxu’s tragic past wasn’t Shen Su’s doing. If Jiangxu weren’t Wei Nan Yi’s daughter, she’d be no different from Lin Qinghuai and the others to Shen Su. Jiangxu also wanted to kill her, didn’t she? Shen Su had no intention of forcing Wei Nan Yi to offer herself. Just that, if Wei Nan Yi had any thoughts of reciprocation, why offer Jiangxu instead of herself, who was tender and gentle? Could praising Jiangxu too often have given Wei Nan Yi the wrong impression? Such a misunderstanding couldn’t be allowed. Shen Su still intended to pursue Wei Nan Yi. “Madam, even if Jiangxu is your daughter, you can’t...” Shen Su pushed Wei Nan Yi’s hand away, decisively standing up, ready to clarify things clear. Wei Nan Yi waited for her explanation. Her face showed no joy, only deep resentment, clearly very unhappy with her suggestion. Yet, due to her excessive blood loss, just as Shen Su stood up, intending to speak harshly, she felt faint and fell back towards the lake pit. “Little Su!” Wei Nan Yi immediately followed her, about to catch Shen Su when water pillars sprung from the lake pit, colliding with her back and enveloping Shen Su in a blue veil. Wei Nan Yi tried to pull Shen Su out but found the water flowed faster, raising the lake by half a foot. Shen Su waved Wei Nan Yi away from within the water, signaling her to retreat. Trusting hesitantly, Wei Nan Yi stepped back as water pillars soared from the lake pit. Shen Su’s body began to melt, turning transparent and merging with the water. Even her head and hair vanished. Desperate, Wei Nan Yi lunged, only to grasp at liquid, which quickly slipped through her fingers back into the lake. Hovering above Jinghuishui, Wei Nan Yi looked at her empty hand, bewildered. Nothing stirred beneath the lake; Shen Su, who moments ago spoke to her, had vanished. Wei Nan Yi, panic-stricken, grasped at the air, finding no trace of her—a living being vanishing under her protection. Her eyes reddened, crystal tears sliding down, dripping into Jinghuishui. Suddenly, a water ball formed in Jinghuishui, a familiar voice emerging from within. "Madam, Madam, I'm here." Wei Nan Yi stood on the water's surface, slowly crouching down, her fingertips lightly touching the water ball. As she did, she heard Shen Su's soft groan and a series of grievances. "Madam, you were about to give me to Jiangxu, how can you touch me like this now?" What? What had she touched? Shen Su couldn't possibly be suggesting that this water ball was her, right? But it seemed clear that she really didn’t like Jiangxu and was even accusing her for it. Relieved but perplexed, Wei Nan Yi had always thought Shen Su liked Jiangxu. Even after a brief suspicion, Shen Su quickly dispelled it. Could her assumptions have been wrong all along? Uncertain, Wei Nan Yi poked the water ball again. This time, the sensation was much clearer—all soft and squishy despite being formed of flowing water. Her face stiffened, and her speech became somewhat incoherent. "Little Su, c-come out." Shen Su wasn’t hiding from Wei Nan Yi; her body had encountered an unexpected situation. She had been bleeding and infusing water into the lake for half an hour, yet the lake bed was still not filled. It was only when she touched the water pillars that the Jinghuishui consciousness in her bones awakened. It dawned on her that to restore Jinghuishui, she needed more than just bloodletting. She had to stand in the lake pit, letting the spiritual water recognize her aura to reappear. Shen Su would then have to merge with the lake until her aura was fully acknowledged before she could leave the water again. In essence, Jinghuishui was now her body. Wei Nan Yi was currently both standing on and touching her. After hearing Shen Su's explanation, Wei Nan Yi’s pale face instantly flushed. She quickly retreated to the lake's edge, stammering, "Little Su, you can’t appear in front of me in human form now, can you?" "Well, I can, but it might not look very nice." As Shen Su spoke, bubbles began to surface near the shore. Slowly, bright blue water emerged from the lake, taking the shape of a semi-transparent figure. Though made of strands of delicate water, the features were no less refined than a human form, and she had striking blue eyes. Her curves were fully revealed, her hair was a similar shade of blue as her eyes, immensely detailed and translucent. Far from being unattractive, the form was quite beguiling, leaving certain curves exposed before Wei Nan Yi's eyes. Wei Nan Yi’s face reddened further. She quickly cast a spell, ensuring no one else could see what was happening on the lake. Shen Su was no longer considered a mere half-demon. Jingqin’s bloodline had overwhelmingly dominated her other two bloodlines, creating a complete Jingqin body, enabling her to merge seamlessly with Jinghuishui. But this wasn’t the time to ponder that; she needed to address the matters between them. Reluctant to look directly at the current Shen Su, Wei Nan Yi took several deep breaths and redirected her thoughts back to their previous conversation. "Little Su, I thought you really liked Jiangxu." A misunderstanding indeed. Why did Wei Nan Yi even think she liked Jiangxu? Though Shen Su praised Jiangxu, wasn’t that to hide her dislike for her? Could Wei Nan Yi have forgotten that in their first encounter, Jiangxu had tried to kill her? How could she like someone who wanted her dead? Couldn’t Wei Nan Yi sense her affection, or feel her kindness through the times she had bitten her? Conflicted, Shen Su glanced at the fair, delicate beauty, her water-formed hands entwining nervously. Without breaking a sweat, her heart tightened. “Your daughter can’t do it, but you, Madam, are wonderful.” She thinks she’s wonderful. Unknowingly, Wei Nan Yi grasped her wrist, reflecting on Shen Su’s words. It seemed that Shen Su indeed didn’t like Jiangxu. All along, she had been under a mistaken belief. Shen Su truly had someone dear to her, and it might be her. Did Shen Su never have any lascivious thoughts? She… Previously unaware of her own vivid imagination, Wei Nan Yi felt somewhat ashamed. Yet, she had received the response she yearned for. Her dark pupils quivered repeatedly. It wasn’t just her thinking of Shen Su; Shen Su also longed for her. It felt almost unbelievable. She should perhaps ask what Shen Su liked about her. No, she should first agree to Shen Su. If she hesitated and Shen Su changed her mind, what then? With the moonlight softening the face of the blushing beauty, she lowered her gaze and, after a moment’s hesitation, consented, "Alright." She agreed. Shen Su’s blue eyes lit up, and she joyfully burst into laughter, sweeping away all her residual bitterness. Wei Nan Yi granted herself to her. Wei Nan Yi was startled by the laughter, glancing up to see Shen Su’s elation. She suddenly understood how wrong she had been all along. An old tree did dare to cling to new shoots, inherently drawn to the young leaves sprouted from it. Shen Su’s kindness was never because she was Jiangxu’s mother; it was because she was Wei Nan Yi. Seeing Shen Su’s radiant smile, Wei Nan Yi felt an impulse to make her even happier. Flushing deeply, she beckoned with a shy smile, “Little Su, come closer.” Shen Su obediently approached. Standing on the lake, they faced each other. Wei Nan Yi, cheeks reddening, leaned forward. Her warm breath brushed Shen Su’s lips. She wasn’t sure if Shen Su could feel her heat in this state, but the cool, tender touch of the water-lips against hers made her dazed. Before she could regain her senses, thin water tendrils seeped into Wei Nan Yi’s mouth, the water entwining around her tongue, filling her mouth. Wei Nan Yi’s breaths grew chaotic, her eyes watering from the choking sensation before she finally managed to swallow the water. “Cough… cough,” she sputtered, and before her, the water figure dispersed, fleeing back into the lake. Half-kneeling at the shore, Wei Nan Yi stared at the rippling surface, tears brimming from her reddened eyes. “Why did you run?” A thin stream of water emerged, wrapping around Wei Nan Yi’s ankle. “Madam, I didn’t run. I just couldn’t control my body. I’m right here. Step on me—you should be able to feel me.” Wei Nan Yi wanted to laugh and cry over these recent misunderstandings. Shen Su was so good, how could she ever love two people at once? Wei Nan Yi leaned forward, bending down slightly. Under the moonlight, she tenderly kissed the lake’s surface.