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Si Jiuyou suddenly froze.

Realizing she’d said the wrong thing, she silently scolded herself, then answered as if nothing had happened,

"Nothing. Just a friend I used to have. A... stubborn good person."

Fan Wubing stared fixedly at Si Jiuyou, his gaze like the bloody maw of a savage beast, about to swallow her whole.

He didn’t believe it was just that.

"Why is it that the moment I hear that name, it hurts so much!" He ground out the words between his teeth, speaking in a muffled voice like his chest was pinned beneath a boulder.

Si Jiuyou rose and walked toward the terrace at the side, her floor-length scarlet-gold dress displaying a power and nobility that brooked no blasphemy,

"That’s your problem."

It seemed only at times like this that this blockheaded senior sister of his showed herself to be sharp and wise.

Fan Wubing couldn’t find the slightest weakness on her, couldn’t pry out a single detail about the name "Jiang Ran."

Knowing her temperament, he understood that once she took on this posture, she absolutely wouldn’t answer him no matter what he did.

He took a deep breath. There was no anger, no grievance, not even disappointment; he said calmly,

"If I really am fighting against fate, then I believe I definitely won’t miss the truth behind ’Jiang Ran.’"

Si Jiuyou glanced back at him,

"Don’t be reckless and headstrong."

Fan Wubing said with a smile,

"Isn’t it true that I have you by my side now?"

Si Jiuyou paused, then turned her head away from him again. "Mm. We’re family."

Fan Wubing forced down the pain he felt at hearing the name "Jiang Ran," burying it deep within, steadied his emotions, and asked lightly,

"Why did you give yourself the name ’Si Jiuyou’?"

"Because it sounds cool."

"You’re so damn repressed, Senior Sister." Fan Wubing really hadn’t expected that reason, so he couldn’t help saying, "And that title Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable, it’s just so... tasteless."

No matter how she listened, Si Jiuyou didn’t feel that sounded like praise. She glared and said,

"Then tell me, what name sounds good? Fan Wubing? Seven Luminaries True Monarch? Wu Wangxinger?"

Fan Wubing laughed and said,

"I think ’Fu Ming’ sounds really nice."

The irritation in Si Jiuyou’s heart vanished in an instant,

"Then what should I do, do I have to change it back?"

"Those who revere you call you Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable; those who hate you shout your full name Si Jiuyou. As for me, I only recognize the person Fu Ming, so I’ll just call you Fu Ming."

"No, you can only call me Senior Sister!"

"All right." Fan Wubing once again realized just how seriously his Senior Sister took her identity as "Senior Sister." "Senior Sister, it’s time you told me the story of the Eternal Immortal Sect."

Si Jiuyou nodded. Then she took a step forward; her luxurious scarlet-gold dress and hip-length black hair rose high amid blazing flames. When she walked out from the fire, she was already dressed in new clothes: a light ink-colored robe patterned with clouds and willows, lazily draped long hair down her back, eyes full of mischief and liveliness, a straight and delicate nose, and lips segmented like leech rings, gleaming with luster.

This was her appearance in the Eternal Immortal Sect.

Fan Wubing’s heartstrings trembled; he nearly burst into tears,

"This is my Senior Sister."

It was as if Si Jiuyou’s temperament had shifted along with her attire. The nobility and majesty that belonged to the Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable vanished, replaced by Fu Ming’s innocent exuberance.

Yes, Fan Wubing had always felt that his Senior Sister was someone innocent and exuberant, forever immersed in a world that contained only her and him.

Like a dream, like an illusion, she had always been the softest place in Fan Wubing’s heart.

Si Jiuyou raised a finger, smiling with narrowed eyes,

"That’s not quite right. Whether it’s Fu Ming of the Eternal Immortal Continent, Si Jiuyou of the Divine Phoenix Hall, or Fu Ming of the Eternal Immortal Sect, they’re all your true Senior Sister."

"Mm." Fan Wubing nodded with a smile.

Si Jiuyou walked lightly over to him, grabbed his arm, and gently tugged him into her embrace.

But Fan Wubing didn’t fall into her arms; instead, space-time twisted. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at Enlightenment Peak of the Eternal Immortal Sect.

Standing before the bamboo grove where they first met, Si Jiuyou’s uncanny gaze was filled with nostalgia.

"When you first arrived, you were like a porcelain doll."

Fan Wubing said, "What I want to ask is, why were you a jiao-dragon in the Eternal Immortal Sect, Senior Sister?"

Si Jiuyou said,

"Because I failed to transform into a true dragon."

"Is it the true dragon I’m thinking of?"

"Mm." Si Jiuyou said, "Because of the entanglement of fate between you and me, I couldn’t meet you lightly. Otherwise it might change your layout."

"My layout..."

"The layout of the Seven Luminaries True Monarch. As for the details, probably only Peach Blossoms would know. To be precise, Peach Blossoms after breaking free of the limitations of the Small Thousand Worlds." Si Jiuyou stepped into the bamboo grove; Fan Wubing followed behind her, only feeling that the scent here was wonderful.

It held the freshness of bamboo and the fragrance of his Senior Sister.

Fan Wubing turned his gaze inward to Peach Blossoms. He found that fellow obediently staying in his Purple Mansion, body ramrod straight, not daring to move a muscle.

He knew Peach Blossoms was afraid of Senior Sister, but he hadn’t expected it to be to this extent. With some disgust he said, "You’re really such a sword, you know that?"

Peach Blossoms yelled back, "Whatever character the master has, that’s the character the Lifebound Flying Sword has!"

"So you admit I’m your master now?"

"Aren’t you the same? You’re afraid of your Senior Sister; aren’t you? If she doesn’t let you see Baili Yao Yue, do you dare sneak off to meet her?" Peach Blossoms had absolutely no sense of awareness befitting a sword. From the moment the symbiotic bond was forged, he and Fan Wubing had been mutually disgusted.

It was just that after being mutually disgusted for long enough, they ended up inseparable.

Fan Wubing said coldly, "I’m afraid Senior Sister and Yao Yue will end up fighting. If the two of them really go at it, this world might very well be obliterated."