Western Region, Myriad Dao Sect, Demon Lord Peak.

Yu Yunwei, the Myriad Dao Sect’s sect master, was reading the intelligence Wind-Listening Pavilion had delivered.

The more Yu Yunwei read, the deeper her graceful willow brows furrowed.

According to Wind-Listening Pavilion’s disciples, Sili had been in the palace for about two months already.

Sili suspected the ruler of Zhou was Senior Brother’s reincarnation, so she went into the palace to confirm it—Yu Yunwei could understand that.

But after sneaking in for so long, she still hadn’t verified the Zhou ruler’s true identity?

By all logic, Zhou was nothing more than a mundane little dynasty, and Sili was no minor cultivator.

She was early Immortal Realm.

If Sili wanted, never mind confirming whether the other party was Senior Brother’s reincarnation—she would probably even know exactly who the Zhou ruler summoned to serve the bed each night, and how long it lasted, down to every detail.

“Could it be that the ruler of Zhou really is Senior Brother’s reincarnation... but Sili wants to sneak a bite first, so she’s deliberately keeping it from me?”

Yu Yunwei set the report down, that thought abruptly surfacing in her mind.

And once it appeared, the more she considered it, the more plausible it felt.

Otherwise, there was no reason for that woman to stay in the imperial palace for so long.

And it was even less possible for her to genuinely fall for the ruler of Zhou.

Even if Sili looked like a frivolous woman, in truth, there was no room left in her heart for a second man.

The only person she could ever love would be Senior Brother.

“No. I need to send someone else to the imperial capital to take a look.”

Yu Yunwei decided at once.

She could no longer fully trust that shameless slut Sili.

Yu Yunwei considered it from every angle and felt that Ning Wei could be sent to Zhou.

Ning Wei was the little girl Senior Brother had brought back. She had always regarded Senior Brother as her own elder brother—there shouldn’t be any improper feelings there.

And Ning Wei was also utterly loyal to Yu Yunwei, like a younger sister. Far better than that shameless slut Sili.

Besides, although Ning Wei hadn’t stepped into the upper three realms, with her Nascent Soul Realm strength, she could establish a sect of her own without issue. In any place, people would call her an ancestor.

Ning Wei also wasn’t the type to go looking for trouble, so nothing should happen to her in the Ten Thousand Arts world.

Moreover, she happened to be stuck at a bottleneck and couldn’t break through. Sending her out to travel in the Ten Thousand Arts world might bring her some gains.

“Big Sister Yunwei!”

Just as Yu Yunwei finished choosing someone in her mind, Ning Wei hurried in.

“Ning Wei, you’re here.” Yu Yunwei smiled. “Perfect timing. There’s something I want to ask of you. I want you to leave the Western Region and take a trip to Zhou. How about it?”

“Go to Zhou? That’s not a problem—”

Ning Wei blinked, but then she remembered something urgent.

“No, no, Big Sister Yunwei, forget that for now—Myriad Flowers Valley! Something happened over there!”

“Myriad Flowers Valley?” Yu Yunwei’s eyes sharpened. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know how to explain it. Big Sister Yunwei, you-you need to go quickly. Anyway, the flower valley... something is off...”

Ning Wei looked so anxious she seemed about to jump in place.

Seeing her like this, Yu Yunwei didn’t ask more. She immediately left the room and flew toward Myriad Flowers Valley.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yu Yunwei arrived above the valley.

Looking out, tens of thousands of Blood Specter Flowers still covered the entire valley, a crimson sea across the mountains. The flower ocean {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} swayed lightly with the spring wind, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

That was simply how Blood Specter Flowers were. Either they didn’t bloom for a thousand years, or once they bloomed, they didn’t wither for hundreds of years—at most, a thousand-year spectacle.

The last time Yu Yunwei had personally witnessed the Blood Specter Flowers bloom, she had come to Myriad Flowers Valley from time to time ever since.

So this boundless crimson beauty had become something she was used to.

But today, the Blood Specter Flowers seemed far redder than before.

As Yu Yunwei sensed her surroundings, she could clearly feel the valley’s spiritual power continuously gathering toward one place.

Yu Yunwei looked over.

It was Senior Brother’s grave.

Before the memorial tablet, there was a small Blood Specter Flower.

Yu Yunwei descended and walked to Senior Brother’s grave mound, looking at that flower.

A spring wind swept through Myriad Flowers Valley.

Petal after petal was lifted by the breeze, swirling across the sky, spinning again and again—until, as if drawn by an unseen pull, they drifted down toward that single Blood Specter Flower.

Hundreds upon hundreds of petals wrapped around the tiny flower before Senior Brother’s tablet.

Yu Yunwei waited in silence.

Half a quarter hour later, another spring wind passed through, and the petals gradually scattered.

And at the center of where the petals had been—

The original Blood Specter Flower was gone.

In its place stood a small girl, delicately formed like carved pink jade.

She looked no more than three years old.

Her skin was fair, her round little face full of baby fat. Her soft hands were so chubby they looked like meat buns that had grown fingers, and her pale limbs were as cute as lotus roots.

“Yunwei... Senior Brother once said that if there were another life, she would be willing to become a Blood Specter Flower, blooming in an endless flower valley.”

Looking at the little girl in front of her—this spirit-child born from a Blood Specter Flower—Yu Yunwei’s eyes trembled, and those words Senior Brother had once spoken surfaced in her mind.

A moment later, the little girl’s brows knit faintly, then slowly relaxed. Her long lashes fluttered softly.

Like a porcelain doll, she slowly opened her eyes, dazedly sat up, and sat in the flower field like a little duck, staring curiously at the big sister in front of her.

Meeting a human for the first time, the little girl’s expression held a touch of nervousness and fear.

Yet for some reason, toward the big sister before her, she felt a mysterious familiarity and warmth.

Yu Yunwei walked closer, her fingertips stirring the Blood Specter petals around them.

The petals fell onto the little girl.

Yu Yunwei wove them into a small red dress and put it on the little girl.

“Big Sister, thank you...” Seeing the pretty red dress on her body, the little girl thanked her in a crisp little voice.

“No need to thank me.” Yu Yunwei smiled and reached out to stroke the little girl’s head. “What’s your name?”

“My name...” The little girl thought hard, then shook her head with force. Her clear, watery eyes looked at Yu Yunwei. “Big Sister, I-I don’t have a name...”

“No name? Then let Sister give you one, alright?” Yu Yunwei asked gently.

“Okay, okay!” The little girl nodded rapidly, eyes full of anticipation.

“Hmm...”

Yu Yunwei looked like she was thinking seriously. Then her eyes lit up.

“Got it. Since you’re a Blood Specter Flower, let’s keep it simple.”

“Blood Specter.”

Yu Yunwei pinched the little girl’s soft cheek.

“From now on, you’ll be called this name, alright?”