Memory is too distant, so distant that it's a bit blurry.

Mr. Xiao recalled his childhood, a time almost to be called history.

That year he was one year old, just at the age of wearing crotchless pants and unable to hold his pee.

That year, he was not yet the Crown Prince, just a Prince born of a palace maid.

Although born with a Golden Soup spoon, it was the most broken type, as there were dozens of Princes like him.

It was natural that before he took the top spot in the Prince's assassination list with his sword, that part of his childhood wasn't exactly pleasant.

Aside from the flailing sound when his mother jumped into the well, all he could remember from that time was the buzzing of insects on that midsummer night.

He stood in a quiet garden in his crotchless pants, the insect-repelling magical artifact lamp extinguished by an eunuch who took dirty money, hung high on the pavilion's eaves.

The buzzing never stopped around him, the insects biting his little face, biting the back of his hands, biting his open crotch...

Xiao Jing shivered, waking up from his recollection, and instinctively clamped his legs tightly, spreading his divine sense to scan the surroundings.

But there was nothing around, as if the buzzing was just an auditory hallucination after losing himself in memories.

Xiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that things should be as such.

This was outer space, and besides him and that pesky Sword Sect Sect Leader, there should be no other living beings.

However...

"Buzz~~ buzz~ buzz"

That annoying sound echoed in his ears once more, becoming incredibly clear.

In an instant, Xiao Jing again instinctively clamped his legs tightly, invisible ripples bursting out centered on him.

But the buzzing paused only for a moment before resuming.

And then a bump suddenly appeared on the tip of his little toe.

Bumps emerged one by one on his ten toes, then began to spread upwards, heel, ankle, calf, knee...

It wasn't until it reached his buttocks that Xiao Jing realized.

He dissipated his form, reverting to his left hand, sealed off his hearing, and then turned himself golden using a spell.

Without his lower body, there was no vulnerability, without hearing there was no buzzing, this was absolute defense.

Finally feeling a moment of silence in the world, his left hand twitched, as he calmly considered, suspecting it to be the Sword Sect Sect Leader's trick.

The Sword Sect's swordsmanship was peculiar, having a mosquito swordsmanship seemed quite reasonable.

Yet just as his left hand wanted to curse Chen Qianhu, the buzzing started again.

And then a bump suddenly appeared on his fingertip.

"Chen Qianhu!!!!!!!"

Perhaps it was because this roar came from the depths of his heart, from his divine soul, that the endless killing intent pierced through the vacuum and reached Chen Qianhu's ears.

Mr. Chen raised his head and took a glance that way, sighed, then looked back down at the little creature in front of him.

A little bug.

Because he didn't know exactly which rock Chen Qianhu was on, Zhang Ze took the simplest approach, dispersing the search and using the elimination method.

Probably due to good luck, it wasn't long before one of the little bugs found Mr. Chen, who was meditating and adjusting his breath.

This little bug was wholly white, looking like a moth, yet lacking any scales.

Its whole body was as soft as clouds, carrying a reassuring aura.

The little bug cautiously landed on Chen Qianhu's fingertip, a childlike voice rang in Chen Qianhu's ears.

"Sect Leader don't make a move, I am a good bug, the boss sent me to bring you a message."

Chen Qianhu, "Boss? Who is your boss? What's the message?"

Perhaps due to outer space being overly dull, he was quite talkative today.

"My current boss is Zhang Ze, he asked me to tell you that as long as you follow his method, you can return to the Four Continents."

"His method? Let's hear it." Chen Qianhu asked out of curiosity.

Upon seeing this little bug, Chen Qianhu instinctively felt it was a new trick by Zhang Ze, never expecting Zhang Ze to pull off such a big trick.

The little bug shook its body, spread its wings, and extended a wing before Chen Qianhu.

"The boss wrote his words on my wing."

Chen Qianhu looked down; on the wing was a line of delicate small characters.

[Since our parting, two places apart, unending thoughts, thousands of concerns, remembering you like Qinghe waters, flowing day and night without cease.]

[My lord...]

Chen Qianhu, "?"

He thought this didn't seem like it was for the Sect Leader, rather something meant for a lover.

Laced with lingering sorrow, intimate enough as not meant for big men's conversation.

Suppressing his puzzlement, he continued to read on, wanting to see what mischief Zhang Ze was up to.

But as he read on, he realized the familiar handwriting's origin.

He knocked on his head, thinking how terrifying the disorienting effect of outer space was, he almost forgot his wife's handwriting.

"Are you sure this was written by Zhang Ze?" Chen Qianhu looked at the plump little bug with an odd expression.

The little bug froze for a moment upon hearing this, then twisted its head to look at the wing, let out a small exclamation, and retracted its wing, extending the other side.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, that was your wife's letter; this side is the message the boss entrusted me with."

Ensuring accuracy, Zhang Ze wrote information on all bugs' wings sent to find Chen Qianhu, including those of Mo Jingchun and Chen Qin.

Chen Qianhu looked down again, nodding as he glanced at the ugly handwriting.

Hmm, now that's more like it.

On this wing were written:

[Sect Leader, let me tell you, during your absence, I figured out many things, accomplished several heavenly works, foremost regarding...]

After reading the front, Chen Qianhu was silent for a long time before flipping to the back, where Zhang Ze had compiled the spell for the Acquired Dao Body.

According to Zhang Ze, cultivating this spell partially shields the effects of outer space and the Earth Sea.

As for the necessary materials for cultivating this spell, Chen Qianhu looked around, this place was an abundant source.

The white little bug, after seeing Chen Qianhu finish reading, retracted its wings, its soft voice sounding again.

"By the way, your daughter also wrote you a letter, but it's not with me, please wait, I'll call that companion over."

"Also, also, another group of my companions is transporting items now, please help receive them in a while."

With that, the little bug vanished without a trace.

Just as abruptly as it had appeared.

"Transporting items?" Chen Qianhu wondered, baffled.

...

Wind-devouring Valley, late night, just before dawn.

Zhang Ze was playing with Li to pass the time.

Perhaps regaining some strength, Li had grown plumper, her scales now smooth and shiny, reflecting a gentle light even at night.

Feeling firm yet soft, suitable for slow enjoyment.

Playing around, suddenly Zhang Ze's hand was pulled back.

Li unhappily flicked her little tail, warning, "Touch if you must, but don't touch the reverse scale on my neck!"

Zhang Ze, "Neck? Where did you get a neck?"

Slap!

Zhang Ze's hand was flicked back again.

Li twisted her little hand pointing to her back, "Here it is, a scale is reversed, can't you see it?"

Zhang Ze looked closely, finding it to be true.

"What happens if it's touched? Fat Dragon in rage, a thousand miles of food containers?"

Li, "Not that bad, it's just excessively ticklish, like scratching the sole of your foot."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Ze nodded, then with lightning speed touched it twice more mischievously.

Li, "!"

While the two were fooling around, the small seam connecting to outer space suddenly flickered for a moment.

The next moment, a little red flame centipede-like bug crawled back out from within.

"Mission accomplished! Boss, look what I brought back!"