Light up the memory and live towards death.

Su Yiyun leaving was as expected.

Xiao Fan staying was also within expectations.

The problem was, Xiao Fan and Qing Yu weren't really close!

He had memories from his previous life, but he hadn't unlocked them yet, so he truly couldn't treat everyone equally.

After Su Yiyun left, Qing Yu shed her dignified and serious demeanor, becoming somewhat casual.

Her smooth, crystal-clear jade feet rose, and she walked towards Xiao Fan, settling into the seat beside him, very close.

Xiao Fan could even smell the intoxicating floral fragrance on her, neither gaudy nor seductive, sacred and elegant, yet still very alluring.

She spoke with a hint of meaning, "I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, I felt you were like one of my disciples."

"Now that you've entered my Holy Land and become the Taixuan Holy Son, you naturally become my disciple. Don't you think this is fate?" Qing Yu said, her limpid eyes gazing tenderly at Xiao Fan.

Are you not even bothering to conceal it? Xiao Fan raised an eyebrow.

However, he affirmed, "The idea of fate is too ethereal; I still prefer to hold my destiny in my own hands."

Qing Yu didn't seem surprised; instead, she chuckled, "You're still the same, haven't changed at all?"

Xiao Fan: ?

No, don't just talk to yourself; explain the situation to me.

"Holy Revered Master, what do you mean by that?"

Qing Yu realized her slip of the tongue, pursed her lips, and smiled, "It was just a spontaneous thought, nothing specific."

This person, always speaking in riddles, only half-finishing her sentences.

It made Xiao Fan's Heart-Nature itch, making him very frustrated.

"Holy Revered Master, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't play riddles; I don't like hiding things," Xiao Fan preferred to get straight to the point.

Qing Yu's expression turned a little resentful; she wasn't respecting him at all.

Xiao Fan really couldn't stand it; her indecisiveness was infuriating.

"System, is what you said about being able to do whatever I want to her true?"

"Absolutely."

"What about the memory retrieval point?"

"Also true."

"Good!"

Normally, he would need to strategize because they didn't have feelings for him, which necessitated a plan.

But Qing Yu was different; she naturally had a good impression of Xiao Fan, so why bother with a strategy?

A waste of time!

Just go for it, don't be a coward.

Qing Yu was about to say something, but Xiao Fan directly wrapped his arm around her waist, aimed for her tender, crystalline, rosy lips, and covered them.

Soft, sweet, warm, and fragrant—he felt all the aesthetic pleasure of the experience.

But this wasn't the main point; this was just the process. The goal was to unlock memories; he couldn't forget his objective.

Qing Yu's eyes widened; the turn of events far exceeded her expectations. He!

Qing Yu's graceful figure, with a hint of rosy pink showing through her azure immortal robe, her skin like congealed cream, her body, though seemingly as soft as water, was stiff as a stone.

She was at a loss; ordinary people wanting to meet her would feel like a waste of time, but with Xiao Fan, wasn't time meant to be wasted?

Xiao Fan felt a bit strange. Where were the memories? Why hadn't they appeared yet?

Perhaps he hadn't used his tongue.

Therefore, Xiao Fan forcefully pried open her clean, even, pearly teeth.

Qing Yu had never experienced such a thing before.

Although her cultivation was powerful, she was only interested in Xiao Fan.

Because he was truly special.

Feeling the movement within her fragrant mouth, Qing Yu's timid tongue responded, awkward and clumsy.

Gradually...

And Xiao Fan, however, stopped his actions.

Because a hazy memory began to echo in his mind.

In his Sea of Consciousness, he saw his own figure.

"Who are you?" Xiao Fan frowned and asked.

"Me? I am no one. I am just a fragment of consciousness and memory that you extracted," the illusory figure replied.

"A consciousness I extracted myself?" Xiao Fan could feel that he could control this fragment of consciousness at will, with no danger present.

He gently tapped, and the illusory figure immediately transformed into specks of starlight, condensing into a series of images, like a revolving lantern, appearing before his eyes.

In the images, Xiao Fan's expression was indifferent, his eyes deep, profound, and vast, seemingly capable of piercing through eternity.

"Damn the Holy Hall! I just want to live! Why do they insist I'm the great calamity that will destroy all heavens and myriad realms?! Am I crazy to want to destroy the world? They must be sick."

"The Holy Hall has appeared, supported by ancient magnates, with supreme immortal dynasties as the hidden manipulators, and those immortal forces secretly assisting. You all remember this; I will kill my way back."

"These ancient magnates, immortal forces, and supreme immortal dynasties—any one of them alone cannot restrain my Xiao Family, but if they unite, my Xiao Family might struggle to resist.

Even if we can survive, the losses will be heavy. I cannot watch my Xiao Family decline because of me, nor do I want to see my parents fall into danger because of me."

In the images, Xiao Fan pondered for a long time, his face showing difficulty, as if he had made a difficult decision.

Finally, he slammed his hand down, his eyes filled with resolute death intent.

"To live by embracing death!"

"You all want me to die, don't you? Then I'll die for you to see."

When the Xiao Fan in the images spoke these words, his eyes held a coldness and visible resentment.

He acted decisively, his right hand emitting a faint glow like a cold blade, two fingers pointing at his temples. With a bang, an illusory figure resembling Xiao Fan flew out.

His expression was twisted and distorted, cold sweat beading on his face, as if he was enduring immense pain, his tightly clenched gums turning white, his face pale.

After doing all this, he collapsed, utterly exhausted, gasping for breath.

"He's splitting his Soul!"

"No, he isn't. If he split his Soul, it would be detected. He's only extracting his consciousness and the memories hidden within that consciousness."

Scene after scene surged into his mind—an unprecedented sense of reality, and that pain etched into his Soul. Xiao Fan was certain that was himself.

"I actually had to rely on extracting my consciousness, feigning death, and Reincarnation to barely survive. It seems I truly exhausted all my means," Xiao Fan thought to himself.

The memory images continued to flow, and Qing Yu's figure appeared.

"Xiao Fan, who were those two girls just now? Aren't you going to explain it to me?"

"I met two young girls on the road. Seeing their pitiful state, I took them in. I named them Yu Yue and Xin Xi, meaning joy and delight. Is that a good meaning?"

"You're so good at naming! Give me a name too."

"Revered Master, don't you already have a Daoist title? It wouldn't be appropriate for me to give you a name."

"Are you looking down on me? Hurry up, if others have one, I want one too!"

"Um, Revered Master prefers light azure immortal robes, and you are as beautiful as jade, so let's call you Qing Yu."

"As beautiful as jade, your tongue is truly sweet, young man. I accept this name. From now on, don't call me Revered Master; just call me Yuer."

Xiao Fan: "Is this appropriate?"

Revered Master: "Do you have an objection?"

Xiao Fan: "Revered Master, I need to go home for a while. It might be a long time before I can come back to find you."

Revered Master: "How long? If it's too long, there will be a punishment, you know."

Xiao Fan said with a slight hint of guilt, "It might be just a tiny bit long, but when you see me, I'll give you a surprise."

Revered Master: "You can't lie about what you said."

Xiao Fan: "You're so smart; with my intelligence, could I possibly lie to you?"

Revered Master said proudly, "True, I remember you often praising me as the smartest in the world."

The images continued to flow, returning to Xiao Fan.

"This journey will indeed be long. I just didn't want to drag her into it. Silly Revered Master, if there's no next life, then this is good enough."

"This piece of memory must be preserved. Revered Master is extremely possessive, somewhat yandere. Remember! If you can't grasp this point, absolutely do not get involved with her physically. If you already have, good luck."

The images ended, and Xiao Fan's memory returned to reality.

Damn it!

Wasn't this digging his own grave?

I missed the key point, I'm so stupid! I should have put the yandere part from the last sentence at the beginning.

Having unlocked his past life memories, Xiao Fan looked at Qing Yu with a few complex emotions.

He seemed to have deceived her, not telling her the truth.

Although it was out of necessity, he had still lied to her.

He gently released her, looking at the flushed Qing Yu, a soft smile on his face.

Qing Yu's peach blossom eyes were filled with tender affection, her gaze brimming with passion, as she stared blankly at him.

Why didn't she resist just now?

This young man got away with it, taking her first kiss.

She feigned anger, "Do you know what you were just doing? How dare you lay your hands on me!"

Xiao Fan gently stroked her beautiful face and smiled, "Yuer Revered Master, long time no see."

Qing Yu was about to say something else, but looking at his familiar gaze and hearing him call out "Yuer Revered Master," tears of joy instantly welled up in her eyes.

"You, you remembered me?" Qing Yu said in surprise, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Of course, azure immortal robe, beautiful as jade," Xiao Fan said with a smile.

Qing Yu was overjoyed; she hadn't dared to hope that Xiao Fan would remember her. At worst, she would start over, continuing to raise this young man.

Of course, remembering was the best outcome.

"Is this surprise enough?" Xiao Fan directly moved in, giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

Qing Yu was too excited; she actively embraced him. In the years Xiao Fan was gone, she had wandered among mortals, read countless storybooks, and was familiar with their plots.

All those clichéd stories where people who clearly loved each other would be separated by some woman appearing midway, stealing her love, then going through countless twists and turns, overcoming layers of obstacles and hardships, just to finally be together.

These plotlines had scared her. Thankfully, there weren't so many complications; he recognized her at first sight. How could she not be excited?

Xiao Fan gently caressed her jade-like face. This was the easiest one he had ever "strategized"—no, it couldn't be called a strategy; this was a mutual journey.

After a long while.

Qing Yu's eyes were like silken threads; she greatly enjoyed the feeling of being treated gently by Xiao Fan.

"Why did you lie to me back then? If you had told me you were in danger, I definitely would have saved you," Qing Yu questioned him.

"I couldn't do that. I couldn't let Yuer Revered Master fall into danger."

"Moreover, this was my plan: to escape like a cicada shedding its skin, to live by embracing death."

Qing Yu smiled radiantly, feigning anger, "Don't lie to me again, or I'll really get angry."

"I won't. If I can't settle accounts with those supreme immortal dynasties, immortal forces, and supreme magnates one by one after risking my life, wouldn't I have lived in vain?" Xiao Fan chuckled.

"It's good that you have a plan. If you need my help, just say so; I'll definitely assist you," Qing Yu said with a beaming smile.

The two chatted and laughed, discussing their respective pasts over the years.

During the years of his Reincarnation, Qing Yu had wandered among mortals, witnessed countless partings of life and death, and her Heart-Nature had matured considerably.

Suddenly, Qing Yu's expression changed, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, and she spoke, "Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with the Saintess?"

Oh no! Has her yandere trait not changed?

Although she wouldn't go as far as killing me, who's to say she wouldn't lock me up and torture me severely?

No choice then, I'll just have to brainwash you.