Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health

"Is it Ying Huo?"

"Yes. Ying Huo, who undertakes the responsibilities of a watcher, broke free from the control of Heavenly Dao and sought a sliver of hope for you. But that was all she could do; the Heavenly Dao quickly discovered her independent will and began to purge her. As for you, you’re still a target the Heavenly Dao must suppress. However!"

Fan Wubing said, "You must have prepared a backup plan in advance, right?"

"That’s right, hehe!" Si Jiuyou chuckled, "The reason you were precisely born into the Fan Family was actually because of the allure of my drop of blood. After all, our destinies are intricately entangled. Later on, you absorbed that drop of blood and gained the Nine Nether Divine Phoenix Body, correct?"

"Yes, the Nine Nether Divine Phoenix Body was very helpful to me in the early stages."

Si Jiuyou said, "As long as you liked it."

"Sounds like it was tailored specifically for me?"

"Yes, after all, I’m your senior sister." Si Jiuyou propped her chin with her hand, "The Nine Nether Divine Phoenix Body possesses a skill called ’My Body Reaches the Heavens’, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, it can transfer lethal damage to the heavens, letting the heavens bear it." Fan Wubing suddenly realized something and stared wide-eyed at Si Jiuyou, "Could it actually be transferring the damage to you!"

"Yes."

"Senior sister..."

"What’s wrong?"

"You make me seem so useless."

Si Jiuyou stroked Fan Wubing’s head with a smile, "It’s okay. Even if you’re useless, you’re still my best junior brother."

Fan Wubing felt like crying but was without tears, "That’s not comforting at all."

Si Jiuyou stood up and said, "Let’s move on to the next place."

"Wait, you haven’t put on your shoes yet!"

"Put them on for me." Si Jiuyou sat down and offered her feet to Fan Wubing.

Her bare feet, just soaked in the cool spring water, were a bit red. The fair, delicate instep, along with the gentle ridges on the sole, presented two colors and textures. Her slightly curled toes tightly clasped together like a flock of finches huddled for warmth on snowy ground. The callouts of muscles, bones, and blood vessels made the feet appear exceptionally vivid, with her flushed toenails exuding a fierce vitality.

These are truly works of art!

Especially the ankle. The graceful arc provided by the ankle joint, connecting the leg and foot, is the perfect manifestation of human aesthetics, and an absolute sacred ground in accordance with the Tao of nature. If touched with the most delicate fingers, the feelings of wonder could be akin to the sense of achievement upon achieving enlightenment and transcendence. Touching with the softest tongue might even invoke an immediate impulse of contented demise.

This is too dangerous!

Such peculiar thoughts swirled in Fan Wubing’s mind, and his face suddenly turned red as he shouted anxiously,

"That won’t do! You’re not a child; why do you want me to help you put on your shoes?"

Si Jiuyou puffed her cheeks, "Can’t you be a little filial to your senior sister?"

"What are you talking about! No way, it’s a no!"

"Stingy." Si Jiuyou muttered as she put on her shoes herself, "When we were little, I used to help you get dressed."

Fan Wubing said, "Every time you helped me get dressed, didn’t you almost strangle me? Also—"

"Let’s call it even! No need to recall!" At the mention of childhood, Si Jiuyou immediately laughed it off.

"Forget it," Fan Wubing waved his hand.

He then glanced at Si Jiuyou’s feet and felt a bit regretful.

Peach Blossoms taunted him in his mind,

"Truly a senior sister’s slave!"

Fan Wubing wished he could snap Peach Blossoms in two and scolded, "I’m telling you again, I am not a senior sister’s slave!"

At this moment, Si Jiuyou reached out in front and smiled,

"Junior brother, hold your senior sister’s hand; we’re going to the edge of the universe!"

Fan Wubing instantly smiled like a child promised candy and floated over, taking Si Jiuyou’s hand, his eyes turning misty,

"Alright, senior sister!"

Peach Blossoms: "..."

The scales of time and space could not obstruct them.

An extremely curved arc stretched before them, and following its path, they arrived at the universe’s edge in the blink of an eye.

The resting place of Xianchan—Ying Huo, lay right in front of them.