Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space
Chapter 1658 - 1652: The Story is a Myth

Chapter 1658: Chapter 1652: The Story is a Myth

"Master, those are just myths. In reality, there won’t be such people and immortals, so just listen and don’t take it too seriously." Xue Ling also felt the story was touching and romantic, but isn’t there more to life than just love? There’s also family and friendship, right?

"Xue Ling, do you really understand what I mean? I’m not saying you must seek love, but I’m trying to tell you that when you have the chance to love, then love. When you don’t, don’t simply force it; that’s not right and will only make you sad." That was all Qin Xue intended to convey.

If you have it, of course, it’s good because it’s beautiful. But even if you don’t, you should still look forward, right? Instead of being obsessed with fantasies you can’t escape from.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll consider it when the time comes." Xue Ling said this just to appease Qin Xue; it didn’t really need it.

Qin Xue wanted to say something more, but looking at Xue Ling, she ultimately kept silent. She knew Xue Ling didn’t want to listen to her, but since it agreed with her, she let it be. Everyone has their own destiny, and foxes have their own fate as well. Let everything take its natural course.

"Rest now. We have to go down the mountain and return home tomorrow. I’ll put you in the space now. You didn’t have dinner, so you can catch some fish to eat inside or eat spiritual mice. It’s up to you." Qin Xue found discussing this further with Xue Ling pointless, so she didn’t bother wasting time. Better use Beijing time for sleep than waste it.

"Okay, goodnight, Master." Xue Ling had no objections. Every evening, it mostly stayed in the space, accompanying Qin Xue and the others during the day and entering the space to cultivate at night—a win-win it enjoyed most.

"Goodnight." Qin Xue said goodnight, placed Xue Ling into the space, then lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling as her thoughts drifted away.

Qin Xue originally had no particular thoughts. She believed that after using her blood to save people, she could return home—a perfectly ordinary matter. But today, the words of Chu Molin and Nangong Beiying reminded her.

A commoner with a treasure is an innocent bearer of a crime. She overlooked the malice in human hearts.

If people truly discovered her special ability, then everything she imagined today would certainly happen. But what could she do to avoid these things?

Especially for those with power and money, they would surely want to claim someone like her. Whether they kept her for personal use or harvested her blood for sale, it would be an endless fortune. No need to mention others; even Qin Xue herself would be tempted.

It’s said people die for wealth, birds die for food. This allure of riches indeed moves the heart, so when faced with benefits, one never knows what others might do.

Qin Xue also didn’t know when her ability appeared, but now she could use her blood to make some medicine.

Although doing so wasn’t entirely good for herself or Chu Molin, she needed to help Ye Xiao recover, then make some reserves herself.

Qin Xue thought this way because her ability appeared too suddenly, and she didn’t know if one day she might suddenly lose it. So if she had the opportunity to prepare, she better prepare.

And her blood’s powerful effects meant she could produce a lot of medicine with very little blood, causing minor harm to her body. After making the medicine, she could take some herself to disrupt her blood cells, so even if the ability remained, it wouldn’t be so evident.

However, Qin Xue hadn’t figured out how to make the medicine or reduce its side effects yet.