When I opened the door, Qing Lianzi's white hair was draped over my desk.

On top of it lay a yellowed white paper.

She raised her head, propped herself up, her vermilion lips radiant, her eyes captivating.

"It's the first time I've used a divine scripture for myself."

"The divine body is indeed different from my previous mortal body."

"However, I now only have half an hour of lifespan left and can no longer reincarnate."

She laughed, a wild and unrestrained laughter.

"Saving the world's people, it truly is a great act."

She disappeared, then suddenly reappeared behind me, embracing me.

"Is it worth it? Sacrificing yourself for the world's people." "You deceived me with your death and had Feng Yi arrange a grand funeral for you, forcing me to use a divine scripture to fight against the odds."

"Zhulan, you pity the world's people, but why can't you show me some pity?"

I pried her hands apart and took two steps back.

Suddenly, she transformed into Cuihua's face.

A white jade neck revealed five finger marks, pitiful and helpless.

"Zhulan, please save me. I'm Cuihua! I don't want to die yet, there's still so much delicious food I haven't eaten!"

I gently touched her cheek, and she leaned into the palm of my hand.

"Zhulan?"

"I'm sorry."

I held her in my arms and pierced through both of us with my divine sword.

If I wanted to save the world, then I couldn't live.

With my own body, I sealed Qing Lianzi's power of destruction.

Only after she misused the divine scripture could I find her vulnerability.

Otherwise, she would eventually reincarnate and come back again.

As for the Emperor, he is inherently good-hearted and without Qing Lianzi, he will recover on his own.

Extra - The Spring Wind Brings Life

I am Shen Zhanlan, the youngest daughter of the Shen family in Jinzhong.

Shen Zhulan.

It is said that when I was born, there were extraordinary signs, with radiant colors.

As a result, I was spoiled by my family.

At the age of seven, I became a disciple of a wandering scholar.

The scholar's name was Feng Yi, a very formidable person.

Though sometimes unreliable.

There were times when the scholar himself got drunk and made his disciple stand guard for him.

He mumbled in a daze:

"For your reincarnation, I have been running for tens of thousands of years."

"Zhulan, how can you still be here!"

Well, embarrassing.

I'm only eight years old this year, and so is my master. I guess I'd have to become a tortoise to live for ten thousand years.

But it was because he got drunk this time that I was able to meet Cuihua.

I climbed over the wall and walked a short distance to the east to see it.

Cuihua was small in size, squatting there, wagging its tail, innocent and adorable.

By the way, Cuihua is a pure yellow little dog, born with an interesting plum blossom birthmark on its forehead.

When I held its hand and called its name, a girl with round eyes suddenly approached.

I looked up:

"Why, miss, are you also named Cuihua?"

The little girl crossed her arms:

"The 'Cuihua' of this young lady is from the line 'Washing the red blush of the forest flowers, the willows on the shore are dyed with a hint of green, like Cuihua'."

"You actually named a dog after this young lady, this young lady won't stand for it!"

It's strange to say, I wasn't angry at all, I just smiled foolishly at her.

So, on this sunny afternoon, I braved the sun, holding Cuihua, and was chased by Cuihua for ten blocks.