"Please! Bring me back my baby! I pray to you goddess! Please bring back my baby's soul! I will do anything!" The mother cried.

A tiny haunting voice whispered in her ear. "On the seventh year, you shall take your life by your daughter's hands. A life for a life. If this is not met then you all shall die~".

The voice rushed through her mind but, even if she didn't trust it. The mother was still blinded by sorrow, accepting the offer without hesitation. When the room brightened again, she saw her little baby breathing like she never died.

The miracle she thought to be a blessing, had another soul harbouring inside her baby. The goddess of destruction herself, Guan Yin.

I haven't seen XuanYu lately. Where is that cut-sleeve lunatic? We were suppose to go weird people out today. I wonder if his cousin got to him first. He does have a tendency to steal XuanYu's stuff. 'Your stuff is technically my stuff so it doesn't belong to you like you don't belong here either, you damn cut-sleeve'. Probably what he would say, something along those lines.

We were supposed to meet in the morning by our tree but, he seems to be running super late. I hate waiting.

I slump to the ground, drawing in the dirt with a stick I found. The drawing was of HanGuang-Jun because of reasons. Well, he does have flawless skin, beautiful well-kept hair, clean white clothes, piercing eyes that can melt someone, and has an elegance of a flower. In other words, perfect. But, I knew all too well that he doesn't liked to be touched by anyone. And, avoids women like the plague. It's not like he hates them but I think it's more on the line of being in love with someone.

I heard stories about the Sunshot campaign, though I was alive then, some people make WuXian sound like he was born evil. I've met him once, before he was known as some wild beast. He flirted with every girl, bothered Wangji to death, got into trouble for fun, loved hunting for pheasants, and patted me on the head for tripping Jiang Cheng on "accident". I was small but this isn't my body so I remember everything that happened. Even that day I had to kill the mother.

So, in all, HanGuang-Jun is attracted to the YiLing Patriarch. Though they couldn't cultivate his soul, I believe he will return, that I can guarantee.

Having sat here for at least an hour, I stand up kicking the drawing. Sighing, I run my hands through my bangs. "Might as well go find him," I kick at the drawing once more, then turning around to head for XuanYu's shack. Not much of a house at all.

When I arrive, the doors are wide open. I look over to lil-Apple, because I used to throw apples at him until he liked me, but the stupid animal turns his head away anyways. I dismiss his attitude, going inside to search for Xuanyu. I glance around seeing everything broken but, no sign of the lunatic. "Wow. I think I guessed right on this then," I mutter.

My gaze lands on a cultivation circle on the ground. "Is that...?" I touch the ground rubbing the red between my fingers. "Blood," I comment more than asking a question.

I've seen my fair share of blood. It was nice to take a break from killing everyone. It was nice. I had a mother who loved me a father who cared about me. A real family. It was nice while it lasted. Now, I have one one lunatic friend who believes in me. Mo XuanYu.

Trying to find some incentive of why he would create this, I look around. A paper catches my eyes, immediately picking it up to glance over its' contents. Time seems to stop, as the words on the page makes my heart clench. I drop the piece of paper, when I read the name at the bottom. Why? The only person that I felt like family, why? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave like the people who raised me? Why would you sacrifice your body like she did? "It doesn't make any sense!" I scream, the ground shakes making the crows fly from the trees.

There was a reason why I was called the Goddess of Destruction. Just with a sound of my voice, I can shake the earth. The first time I did this, with this body, XuanYu got scared shirtless. I laughed and laughed and laughed. It's still funny when I think back on it.

Wait... maybe Wei WuXian followed XuanYu's cousin into town?

I walk outside. "Hey lil' Apple! Did you see where the lunatic went?" I threw an apple at him, instantly catching it in his mouth. The stupid animal nods his head toward town. "Of course he did. After all, he needs to fulfil a wish that he has no ideas about what it is," I face palm. "XuanYu, you're an idiot".

I run into town toward the Mo family's house. "He better be there or I'm going to kill him later," I mumble to myself.

As I get closer to the house, a crowd of people surround the front entrance. "Yes yes! He didn't steal, I was robbed!"

I roll my eyes. Must be fun playing a lunatic. You could get away with a lot of things, specially when XuanYu's body isn't possessed but a forced sacrificed contract. Why did I pick such a stupid friend to hang out with? Oh, because it's fun messing with people instead of killing them.

The people around me whisper until I touch one of them on the shoulder with a grin, scaring the man half to death. "Hi. Enjoying the show? I could bring even more entertainment, if you want?"

I accidentally make the man faint. Probably couldn't stomach my grin. I kick his head lightly but no response. At least he isn't dead. That would cause an issue that I have no time for.

I watch the whole show unfold until I feel an urge to jump in to have some fun of my own. I mess up my hair and ruffle up my clothes. I also put a little bruise makeup, I keep hidden, on my left cheek just incase, to make it more believable.

"Young Master, words are more powerful than weapons," says the GusuLan sect person, who I forgot the name of.

I stumble through the crowd, people part the way for me. Time to improve my acting abilities. "You bastard! How could you?!" My voice breaks unintentionally but, hey, it fits.

Everyone stares at me. This is just too perfect. I glance over to XuanYu- I mean WuXian, with a small unnoticeable wink except for him to see. "How could you ruin my face and dishevel my clothing?! Have you no shame?!"

Everyone's eyes widen, while WuXian stifles his laughter. The people from the GusuLan Sect were especially surprised. They should be, I'm acting like a victim of sinful proportions. I take a step forward accidentally tripping, hitting my face to the floor.

'Ow! Son of- I swear this feels like he actually did something to me. My face really hurts,' I scream in my head.

I was going to produce fake tears but the pain on my face hurts like hell. I slowly try to get up but I hurt my arm crashing to the floor. Tears begin to stream down my face. I continue to swear in my mind as I try to get up but fail miserably. "Are you okay? Here, let me help you up".

I look up to see one of the GusuLan Sect males. I take hold of his offering hand, wincing in the process. I turn away, wiping my face with my sleeve. When turning back around, I thank him. "Thank you," I whisper quietly.

"She's lying! I never touched that lunatic's friend!" XuanYu's cousin whines.

I look over to WuXian seeing him have a look of worry. He knows I'm actually hurting. Not from being touched, because it is a lie from the start, but from falling down hard with a really loud thud to the face.

I instantly look away, straightening out my robes. I brush my fingers through my silky raven hair, getting all the knots out. When I finish, I tie my hair up in a high ponytail. Since I grew up, being the longest vengeful spirit, my looks have became similar to my old self. Practically perfect in every way.

My skin has no blemishes, my hands and feet on the small side, a little tall for an average female to be, my eyes a shade of a piercing midnight purple, my full lips as red as a flower bud, my body in perfect proportions of a hourglass, and raven hair as soft as silk.

When I fully refresh myself, my appearance looks nothing like a victim, if it weren't for the fake bruises, real scrapes around the cheek, and a really hurt arm, I'm completely fine.

I raise my hands bowing in respect to the visitors. "I'm sorry for all the commotion I may have caused. Please forgive my rudeness towards the guests of this household". I hold onto my arm wincing a little at the contact.

Some of the GusuLan Sect males take in my appearance like a Goddess that came down from the heavens. I'm more of a vengeful soul that came from hell but they don't need to know that.

The brat yelled at me again. "See! She lied! She's completely fine!"

I look over the the bastard, taking a step further away from him. In all honesty, he has hit me before but denied it. This is just pay back for all those 'mishaps', even when I'm actually hurting right now.

Without knowing what his actions would be, the cousin suddenly charges at me, making my eyes widen. I'm not the one to fight back because my body isn't that flexible. This body is a frail and fickle thing. I'm truly scared at this very moment.

I turn to run behind one of the GusuLan Sect boys but he catches my arm before I can do so. I let out a small whimper and hiss, falling to the ground in pain. They pry him off of me, pulling my arm too. The only thing I can do is bite his hand. Once I accomplish that, I fall to the ground again, dragging myself across the floor. "This isn't the first time he hit me," I mumble but a few ears catch my statement.

Someone lifts me up, making me grab onto them so I don't fall. "Better?" The XuanYu stealer says.

"Pfft. No. I hurt like hell even though it was supposed to be a joke," I whisper for his ears only. He laughs as I slap him on the chest. "I waited an hour for you but you didn't show up. I even drew Mr. Perfect, HanGuang-Jun," I mumble the last part.

"Sorry. I was locked in and then I wanted to have some fun," he grins. I roll my eyes.

I look around. "You can put me down now. My legs are fine," I look at one of the GusuLan Sect males, instantly turning away when our eyes met. "Put me down," I slap his chest again.

He sets me down gently. I brush off my clothes, making sure there are no creases. Everything seems to be alright now but his cousin has a look of distain written all over his face. "Be careful. You don't want to lose face," I smirk a little.

He huffs walking out of the room. "Now, can anyone help me with my arm and face? It's starting to sting a little."