Chapter 4: The Boy’s Dream is to Dominate the World

Ye Chu’s soul was struck by a bolt of lightning, shuddering violently.

He saw a woman from his past life… a very familiar bad woman.

She had disappeared without a word the night before he planned to confess his feelings.

How could Ye Chu tolerate that?

Even if she was going to reject him, he wanted a definite answer.

Why run away like this?

So he chased her all the way to her home, only to be told that she had already died.

…

Ye Chu couldn’t help but sink into memories.

Just then, the young girl happened to look over.

The moment their eyes met, Ye Chu instinctively turned his head away.

But then he remembered—he wasn’t the one in the wrong here.

Besides, he was just a soul now.

She shouldn’t be able to see him.

He turned back to look, but she had already turned and walked away.

Mu Qingge had died young in his past life.

Was this just someone who looked like her?

Or some other form of resurrection?

The familiar figure flashed and disappeared.

Ye Chu instinctively wanted to chase after her.

But as a mere soul, he couldn’t stray too far from Ye Qingyi.

“Damn it!” Ye Chu cursed inwardly.

Mu Qingge’s lips curved into a smile behind her back.

She was very satisfied with Ye Chu’s reaction.

Still the same as always—he dodged when he saw her, then wanted to chase after her.

So stupid… but she liked Ye Chu like this.

“This time, no one can stop us from being together, Ye Chu.”

“Once I separate you from that woman, we’ll find a peaceful place to live, never to be apart.”

“Hehe… hehehe…”

Seeing that she was about to lose control of her expression, Mu Qingge reached up and covered her mouth.

After calming down, she found Zhao Yuan, who was deep in conversation with the head elder of the Ye family, and interrupted: “Brother, Father sent me to call you back.”

…

After the test, Ye Qingyi returned alone to her small courtyard in a remote corner of the Ye estate.

Her face was full of exhaustion, her eyes unfocused.

She had said she would go back to cultivate, but before she did, she couldn’t help doubting her life.

At fifteen, three years ago, she had already reached the Tenth Layer of Qi Refining, just one step away from Foundation Establishment.

She thought she was about to take that small step toward home, never expecting reality to hit her so fast.

Before she could even leave Qingyun City to find a place with abundant spiritual energy to break through to Foundation Establishment, she discovered that the spiritual energy she had painstakingly gathered was slowly dissipating.

It even affected her cultivation base.

She sought doctors and medicines, stubbornly working even harder to accumulate spiritual energy.

All she got in return was her cultivation falling from the Tenth Layer of Qi Refining to the Third Layer.

Now, she was somewhat desperate.

The hope of returning home was slowly fading.

Perhaps she would waste her entire life here in this small city of Qingyun, in the world of immortal cultivation.

Her current training was less about slowing the decline of her cultivation

and more about escaping reality, deceiving herself for comfort.

At least… at least she could pretend she was still trying.

Pretend there was still hope.

Otherwise… otherwise she really didn’t know how to go on.

Ye Qingyi couldn’t help recalling her past and present lives, trying to figure out where the problem lay….

Past life… Blue Star… Those were good times.

Even though she was just an ordinary student, going to school and coming home every day, doing homework and taking exams.

But at least… at least she could see Mom and Dad every day.

She could eat Mom’s cooking, hear Dad nagging her to stay away from punks.

Back then, she thought it was annoying, thought they were too controlling…

Now she couldn’t hear it even if she wanted to.

If she could go back…

If she could go back, she would definitely listen to them.

She would never complain about them again.

Never…

…

Ye Qingyi was immersed in her memories.

Ye Chu’s abrupt voice rang directly in her mind: “Odd changes, even unchanged.”

Ye Qingyi’s eyes shot wide open.

Almost reflexively, she responded: “Look at the quadrant for the sign?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she fully came to her senses.

Her hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and her eyes held no suspicion or wariness—only faint excitement.

That spiritual light cluster that had been in her mind ever since she first transmigrated had finally spoken.

“You… you really can talk.”

Her voice was low, trembling.

“What are you? Why are you inside my body?”

Within her sea of consciousness, Ye Qingyi’s spiritual light cluster appeared before Ye Chu.

Ye Chu was taken aback.

She found out that fast?

And adapted that quickly?

Did you have something spinning on your head too, spinning super fast?

He was planning to lay more groundwork.

“I’m not a thing… Ahem,” he quickly adjusted his tone, trying to make his soul fluctuations sound calm.

“I mean, I’m a soul. You can call me Ye Chu. As for why I’m here… I don’t know either. I woke up and I was already here.”

Ye Qingyi walked to the wooden table and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea that had long gone cold.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rough cup.

“You’ve been in my consciousness space for eighteen years.”

She looked down at her rippling reflection in the cup.

“Today is the first time you’ve spoken, so I noticed it immediately.”

She paused, then confirmed further: “You’re also… a transmigrator from Blue Star, twenty-first century?”

Ye Chu’s soul cluster flickered.

“Yes, looks like we’re not far apart in generation. Shouldn’t be much of a generation gap. Looks like you were born into this world?”

“Mm.”

Ye Qingyi hummed softly and drained the cold tea in one gulp.

The icy liquid slid down her throat to her stomach, but it still couldn’t suppress the heat in her heart.

“I woke up like this too. Eighteen years… I was about to give up, but then you appeared.”

About to give up—really about to give up.

Three years, cultivation always dropping, no reason found, no hope in sight.

Every day I wake up and the first thing I do is cultivate, then watch helplessly as the hard-earned spiritual energy scatters.

That feeling… like filling a bucket with a leak.

No matter how much you pour in, it never fills up.

No matter how hard you try, it’s useless.

If it weren’t for Ye Chu finally speaking today,

Ye Qingyi might really have given up—accepted her fate, admitted she was trash.

Would have spent her whole life quietly in this small Qingyun City.

But now Ye Chu had appeared.

Did that mean… there was still hope?

“Ye Chu, do you want to go back to Blue Star?”

She asked because she had heard that when guys transmigrate to a cultivation world, they always want to fight, kill, and conquer the world.

Very few want to go home as soon as possible.

Even if they do, it’s only after they’ve conquered the world.

So Ye Qingyi wanted to confirm with Ye Chu.

If he didn’t want to go back…

If he only wanted to rule here…

What should she do?

Could she go back alone?

In her current state, she couldn’t even leave Qingyun City…

No, that couldn’t be.

Since he said “Odd changes, even unchanged,” it meant he still remembered Blue Star.

Someone who remembered Blue Star wouldn’t not want to go back.

Ye Chu chuckled at that.

He roughly understood what Ye Qingyi was thinking, so he didn’t beat around the bush.

“I want to go back to Blue Star, and I once knew a way to return.”

Although hearing that Ye Chu also wanted to go home and knew a way made Ye Qingyi ecstatic, she still caught the implication behind the word “once.”

Once?

Why once?

Did the method fail?

Or… had he tried it and found it didn’t work?

What do I do now?

Was it false joy?

Like every time in these three years when I thought I’d found hope, only to be disappointed?

No, don’t panic.

Ask clearly first.

Maybe… maybe he just meant he knew it before, and still remembers now?

Ye Qingyi asked with some difficulty: “How long ago was that ‘once’? Is that method still valid? Have you verified that it works?”

Ye Chu thought for a moment.

These questions are really well asked, but they aren’t too hard to answer.

“What year is it in the cultivation world right now?”

“The nine thousand seven hundred and fifty-second year of the Empress Era.”

“The calendar changed? Then what was the last year of the previous calendar?”

Hearing that, Ye Qingyi’s heart began to sink.

It starts with a calendar change?