Chapter 8 —

Yao Qing looked down at the red-haired girl in her arms, her face buried against her chest, rubbing against her like a kitten she had just taken in. Her breath was warm, carrying the sweet fragrance unique to young girls, spraying directly onto her sensitive skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

This girl really doesn't consider herself an outsider at all.

"Own possessions?" Yao Qing deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her fingertips lightly circling the red hair at the back of Zhao Leyun's head. "Your Zhao family's assets are worth hundreds of billions. Miss Zhao, are you planning to pack yourself up and give yourself away? Aren't you afraid that I, this visitor from another world, am actually an even worse person?"

Zhao Leyun buried her face deeper, her voice muffled, yet carrying an unprecedented seriousness: "I've been afraid of many people... afraid of Zhao Wenhao, afraid of Emily, afraid of those men in black robes. But now I'm not afraid of you at all, sister. You kill those who deserve to be killed, save those who deserve to be saved, and even sent that little girl to an orphanage to erase her painful memories... Now, I just want to give you everything I can."

She raised her head, and two hearts faintly appeared in her azure eyes: "Besides, you smell so good, sister. I really like it... If you were a man, I would definitely fall in love with you ❤! Hmm... no, no, I think I've already fallen in love with you ❤❤"

Yao Qing was taken aback by her straightforward words, then chuckled. She lightly flicked Zhao Leyun's forehead with her finger: "Heh, little brat, you've got a sweet tongue. What if I told you I was originally a man?"

Zhao Leyun was stunned for a moment, then answered without hesitation, her face flushed: "Then...then I'll marry you, sister! Who wouldn't love someone as strong and gentle as you!"

She paused, squinting at Yao Qing's lower body, which was barely visible despite being covered by her long dress, and licked her lips, muttering to herself: "Besides, if you were really a man, you'd definitely have a big...❤❤❤ I still have my virginity, if I gave it to you, sister, I'd be so happy!"

Noticing Zhao Leyun's gaze, Yao Qing was somewhat speechless—although Zhao Wenhao was dead, Zhao Leyun was still his daughter, and perhaps she was just as lustful as him at heart? Even if she wasn't, the lewd things Zhao Wenhao did at home every day must have had some influence on her.

Thinking of this, she rubbed her soft lower abdomen a few times through the delicate fabric of her dress, thinking, "To be honest, after the fusion, the changes in the original soul of this body weren't limited to the chest area—her gender also underwent some indescribable changes... However, I have no intention of finding a cultivation partner. I did read a couple of dual cultivation techniques before, but I haven't practiced them... Oh well, I'll keep this matter about gender a secret from this little girl!"

"Sister, are you alright? I, what I just said was actually a joke, hahaha... You weren't scared by me, were you?"

Seeing Yao Qing standing there for a long time without replying, Zhao Leyun couldn't help but feel a little flustered—her image of a weak girl in Yao Qing's heart was probably about to be shattered, so she quickly tried to make amends.

Reminded by her words, Yao Qing finally came to her senses. Ignoring her grumbling, she quickly changed the subject:

"Fine, I'll take you in, and the Zhao family too. But remember—from now on, you must listen to me. You're not allowed to bully others like before. Otherwise, I won't forgive you."

Zhao Leyun breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded vigorously, hugging her even tighter: "I'll listen to you, sister! I'll do whatever you ask!"

"Good." Yao Qing patted her back, her gaze sweeping over the messy secret room and Zhao Wenhao's corpse. "Clean this up first. I'll handle the bodies. The people who fainted in the manor will wake up in an hour, but they won't remember anything from tonight—starting tomorrow, you'll be the new head of the Zhao family." With a wave of her hand, Zhao Wenhao's corpse silently turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of blood. Then, she casually drew a pale golden talisman in the air, which transformed into a rain of light that showered the entire manor—it was a "Cleansing Talisman" she had crafted using the power of merit mixed with spiritual energy, capable of erasing traces of cause and effect.

Zhao Leyun watched all this, her eyes filled with admiration: "Sister...you really are an immortal, aren't you?"

"I dare not claim to be an immortal." Yao Qing smiled, took her hand, and led her outside, "I'm just a few realms higher than the people of your world. Come on, let me take you for a bath first, change into clean clothes, and we'll talk about the rest later."