**Chapter 0, Section 48: Saint Ancestor Daddy**
“Damn it, I calculated everything, yet I completely forgot about this ticking time bomb!”
The dignified, seven-foot-tall man, Master of Arc-Moon Mountain, the Saint of Chu Zhou renowned throughout the Demon Race Abyss, was to put on a little skirt and flaunt his moves, singing and dancing in front of so many giggling young girls? What a joke! If anyone he knew found out, he’d be laughed to death, his name disgraced for eternity. A Generation’s Celestial Master would rather die than suffer such humiliation!
“Just dance, what’s so difficult about dancing? Who’s running?”
Qin Gou crossed his arms, his smile slightly strained. “However, I should be the one to decide which dance to perform, how about that?”
“That won’t do,” Su Yuelu pursed her lips, smiled, and shook her head.
“Why not?”
“Who knows if Little Brother Qin plans to perform a vigorous war dance? That won’t help you recover your memories at all,” Su Yuelu stated with reason. “So, Little Brother Qin must now put on your old attire and, along with Little Lu, recall those tender, beautiful, and graceful dances you once taught me.”
For a moment, Qin Gou gasped, his frustrated expression turning ashen. “Was this woman a devil? Those few little red skirts belonged to my own daughter. To wear those and dance? Can you be any more outrageous?”
Qin Gou secretly swore to the heavens he would never do such a thing, lest he be struck by lightning, torn apart by horses, and die without a burial spot, all to prove his pure, stable, and loving fatherly heart, his gentlemanly noble demeanor… unless it was for the pleasures of the boudoir.
“Little Lu, I know you mean well, but it seems you’ve misunderstood something. How about this, come here, connect with my spiritual power naturally, and investigate yourself,” Qin Gou said, feigning composure. “You’ll then understand that the reason for my memory loss might be different from what you think… therefore, these methods of yours aren’t very useful.”
Hearing this, the innocent little princess, as if understanding yet not understanding, walked step by step into the wicked man’s trap, curiously extending her small hand.
As their spiritual powers connected, Qin Gou inwardly praised, ‘What a pure and good child.’ He quietly activated the Hand of Life Measurement, temporarily amplifying Su Yuelu’s dejected emotions.
“Little Brother Qin, Little Lu doesn’t seem to see anything,” Su Yuelu said, looking at Qin Gou bewilderingly.
Qin Gou withdrew his right hand and chuckled, “Then I don’t know how to explain it either.”
“But, for some reason, Little Lu suddenly lost the desire to dance. You all may go now.” A hint of uncontainable sadness involuntarily flickered in Su Yuelu’s clear and beautiful eyes.
In an instant, all the attending maids departed.
“Little Lu must have remembered something sad? Then I’ll leave too, not to disturb you.” Qin Gou couldn’t help but feel relieved, experiencing a sense of liberation as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster.
Su Yuelu said without hesitation, “No, Little Brother Qin must stay.”
“Ah?” Qin Gou shivered, his face full of confusion. “Why is that?”
“Little Lu has some words she wants to tell Little Brother Qin, only you, Little Brother Qin. Please don’t tell anyone else,” Su Yuelu slowly sat down, her expression dim as she curled up to one side, like a helpless puppy.
Qin Gou mused, ‘Could this innocent and lively little girl truly be hiding a secret she can’t speak of? After I amplified her dejected emotions, did it inevitably flood her heart?’
He threw out a few array flags, ensuring they wouldn’t be easily overheard. Qin Gou’s heart softened, and his tone became gentle. “Alright, Little Lu, tell me. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”
Su Yuelu looked up, her gaze fixed on Qin Gou, and spoke word by word, “The sudden deaths of my parents might be related to Wenkong.”
Qin Gou, a mere outsider who had only arrived a few days ago, was already suspicious of this matter but had never had any proof.
“What makes you say that?” Qin Gou asked.
“My biological father was the previous ruler of the Female Country. Yes, he wore blue robes. My parents died outside the Female Country. Among those who traveled with them, the only one who returned alive was Wenkong. Therefore, the cause of my parents’ death that we know of is only Wenkong’s account. He said they were ambushed by the Demonic Sect of the Cultivation World, ‘Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace.’ This demonic sect, which claims to only accept female disciples, coveted my parents’ talent and cultivation, but they refused, which then led to their killing intent,” Su Yuelu said, covering her mouth and unable to help but choke back sobs.
Upon hearing this, Qin Gou’s eyes trembled. Wenkong was clearly full of lies.
All the disciples of Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace were basically adopted from a young age. Just like Yi Chengying, who was found selling flowers on the street by Ye Qishuang and brought into the sect. In matters like this, the little chair [referring to Chengying] wouldn’t lie to him, and Qishuang wouldn’t lie to him either, otherwise, the dignified Ancestor Ye wouldn’t want her posterior anymore.
“Originally, Wenkong was my father’s most trusted subordinate, so I could never have suspected him. Until one day, during a martial arts competition in the Female Country, Wenkong fought another cultivator. As his robes fluttered, I saw that Wenkong was wearing my mother’s Spirit Treasure inner armor. It was a gift my father personally gave to my mother that year. I would never misremember those patterns.”
As she spoke, Su Yuelu clenched her fists, sniffling and crying uncontrollably. “These words… for so many years, Little Lu hasn’t told anyone. I dare not speak! Because I know my current cultivation is too weak, and I’m no match for Wenkong. I really want to question him directly: where did that inner armor come from? Did he strip it from my mother’s body himself? But until my cultivation can at least guarantee my safety against Wenkong, I still have to call him ‘father’ so that he won’t, as he did before, deprive me of the cultivation resources my parents prepared for me long ago under the guise of my ‘willfulness and rudeness’!”
Qin Gou gently patted Su Yuelu’s back. “Little Lu, since you’re willing to tell me these secrets, Little Brother Qin must be worthy of your trust. Didn’t I say before? The truth will be revealed in a few days. This truth isn’t just related to Little Brother Qin’s recent flirtations.”
“Little Brother Qin, you’re not thinking of going against Wenkong… No!” Su Yuelu shrieked in panic. “Little Brother Qin, you mustn’t be impulsive! Wenkong’s cultivation has grown deeper year by year, and with a single command, everyone in the Female Country will obey him unconditionally. He’s not someone you or I can deal with right now.”
“You’re right. So, you’re not the only one who has harbored resentment towards Wenkong for a long time.” As he spoke, Qin Gou extended his right hand, and the scarlet Spirit Blood Seal caught Su Yuelu’s eye.
“This, this is the birthmark on Saint Ancestor Empress’s hand? Why does Little Brother Qin have it too?” Su Yuelu said in disbelief.
“Naturally, it’s because I am currently cooperating with the Saint Ancestor Empress you mentioned.” Qin Gou smiled warmly. He knew that the best way to comfort Su Yuelu, who was born and raised in the Female Country, was to mention Saint Ancestor Empress, Mo Qingxin.
As expected, upon hearing this, Su Yuelu’s beautiful eyes widened, and she became excited. “Little Brother Qin, you’re not lying to me? Is the Saint Ancestor Empress planning to deal with Wenkong herself?”
*She* could deal with him? It was still this Saint Ancestor Daddy of hers who was truly busy running around!
“Yes, Wenkong won’t be arrogant for much longer,” Qin Gou said, smiling as he rubbed Su Yuelu’s cute little head. “Are you at ease now?”
“Mm. Little Brother Qin is indeed worthy of being our Female Country’s most talented woman of all time, to be able to cooperate with the Saint Ancestor Empress!” Su Yuelu wiped away her tears, revealing a sweet smile full of sincere trust.
Qin Gou’s expression stiffened. Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, Su Yuelu quickly said again, “C-can I ask Little Brother Qin for one thing?”
“What is it?” Qin Gou asked.
“Stay tonight,” Su Yuelu said, carefully holding Qin Gou’s hand that was stroking her little head. Her watery, beautiful eyes were full of hope, like a small beast that had long awaited its master’s return.
