Category: Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms (Page 4 of 10)

Chapter 64

 

Yu Wuxia finished speaking and his figure instantly dissipated.

 

Si Lan’s expression tightened inch by inch, containing his emotions. He turned around to gaze at the newlywed couple.

 

Their bridal chamber was their tomb, and after returning to their respective tombs, they would repeat this scene again and again.

 

The sedan bearers with their eyes sewn shut and the matchmaker went to fetch the bride, while the young groom stood in front of the wedding hall, awaiting the bride’s return, to bow in ceremony and enter their tomb.

 

To break this illusion, their obsession must be resolved.

 

And this obsession, isn’t it also Yu Wuxia’s obsession?

 

Yu Wuxia led him into this illusion, probably wanting him to experience this feeling as well.

 

Just as Si Lan hesitated about what to do next, a rift tore open in the illusionary night sky, and a tall figure with a graceful and ethereal aura stepped through the opening.

 

Surrounded by faint starlight, his silhouette seemed dreamlike and surreal as he approached, lotus flowers blooming under his feet, dispelling all evil spirits.

 

Suddenly, terrified screams of evil spirits echoed in the barren forest.

 

Si Lan never expected Hàowēi to emerge from the illusion so quickly and find him within this illusion. Seeing him unharmed, Si Lan’s tense expression relaxed slightly as he asked, “Are you injured?”

 

Si Lan shook his head.

 

Hàowēi wanted to take him out of the illusion directly, but Si Lan pointed to the eerie procession of the bridal party and said, “This is the challenge Yu Wuxia has set for me.”

 

Hàowēi glanced at the scene in the illusion and said lightly, “These should be the things Yu Wuxia once encountered.” Hàowēi’s previous illusion was in a torrent, where his father chose to rescue a distant daughter on the shore instead of a pregnant stranger nearby.

 

The woman, harboring resentment after death, trapped his father in an endless cycle. To break the cycle, his father had to sacrifice personal feelings for the greater good, choosing to save the pregnant stranger and abandoning his own daughter.

 

But no matter how many thousands of times he repeated it, the father steadfastly chose his own daughter each time, leading his soul unredeemed and forever trapped in that scene.

 

Haowei didn’t dispel the illusion, but out of concern for Si Lan, he broke through the illusion directly and entered the painting of “Lan” to find Si Lan.

 

Si Lan: “I want to dispel this illusion.”

 

These illusions are not only the obsessions of those involved, but also the obsessions of Yu Wuxia. Perhaps, once dispelled, they could shake the obsession of Yu Wuxia to some extent.

 

Haowei nodded lightly and glanced at the paper couple in the midst of their wedding ceremony, roughly guessing the reason, “Do we need to make them give up their marriage?”

 

“Yeah.” Si Lan landed beside the paper people, following them into the bridal chamber while explaining, “Originally, these two were in a stepmother-stepson relationship. After falling in love, they were discovered by villagers, subjected to extreme punishment, and died. After death, they turned into vengeful spirits and killed the villagers. Later, they were punished and trapped in this cycle for eternity.”

 

Haowei: “This punishment was probably imposed by Yu Wuxia.”

 

Si Lan sighed helplessly, “That’s what I think too.”

 

Haowei looked at the two graves inside the new house, estimating this place to be a graveyard; the joyful hall and bridal chamber before him were just illusions.

 

After the paper couple finished drinking their wedding wine, they were about to enter the graves. He cast a spell to create a barrier, blocking their path and preventing them from entering the graves.

 

They continued mechanically stepping forward, just moving step by step in place.

 

Haowei tried to communicate with them but found it impossible.

 

Do these paper people lack souls?

 

Approaching them, he discovered their mouths were stuffed with something like mud, preventing them from speaking at all.

 

Haowei: “Their mouths are stuffed.”

 

“What?” Si Lan also stepped forward to observe, his brow furrowed, “It seems after they died, the villagers feared they would complain to the King of Hell, so they stuffed their mouths.”

 

No wonder after becoming vengeful spirits, they hated the villagers so much that they slaughtered the entire village, severed their heads, and threw them into the dead wood forest, while their bodies were hung on trees.

 

Si Lan fell silent for a moment, then transformed into “Elder Sister” to express sympathy for their plight first, then advised them to let go of their obsession and reincarnate early.

 

Talking until his throat was dry, the two still did not respond. Si Lan could only awkwardly say, “If you can’t speak, even a little physical response would do.”

 

The two continued mechanically raising their legs, intending to enter the graves, completely ignoring Si Lan.

 

Si Lan realized that persuading them with this method would not dispel their obsession. He surveyed the scene of the joyful hall and bridal chamber, trying to find a clue.

 

His gaze finally fell on the memorial tablet. On the woman’s tablet, the left side displayed the name of the son, which was the stepson’s name, Song Lian. On the right side, there was the character for “deceased,” and in the center was written the alias of Lady Shen Tai Ru, born as Ying Yu Sheng Xilian.

 

The man’s tablet was much simpler, perhaps because his parents had passed away early and they had no sons or daughters. Only the four large characters “Tomb of Song Lian” were written in the center, and behind the tablet were Song Lian’s birth date and horoscope.

 

He picked up the tablet and examined it closely.

 

“Is there something wrong with the tablet?” Haowei asked.

 

“These two tablets are not placed on top of graves, probably because they are dissatisfied with them,” Si Lan replied.

 

Haowei’s brow furrowed at the sound of this, instantly understanding Si Lan’s meaning.

 

This deeply infatuated couple had repeated their wedding ceremony countless times, probably because each time they hadn’t truly become husband and wife.

 

Even after their deaths, the tablets erected for them still defined their relationship as stepmother and stepson.

 

This also meant that in the underworld, according to ghostly regulations, the stepmother and stepson still couldn’t marry.

 

But they had died and had to enter the graves, go to the underworld, and be bound by ghostly regulations.

 

Thinking of this, Si Lan couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion.

 

From birth to death, people are bound by various rules, and it is these rules that prevent true liberation.

 

He gently waved his hand, and all the densely carved characters on the woman’s tablet disappeared, leaving only nine words: “Tomb of Song Lian’s wife, Shen Yingyu.”

 

Then, he placed this tablet next to the tablet of “Song Lian’s Tomb.”

 

Haowei withdrew the barrier, and the two paper figures, with wooden expressions, lifted their heads and walked into the graves.

 

Seeing this, Si Lan couldn’t help but feel nervous, his gaze fixed on the graves, unsure if this could resolve the couple’s entanglement.

 

However, after waiting for a long time without seeing any changes, thinking it had failed and about to rethink his strategy, the two paper figures unexpectedly walked out of the graves again.

 

The two paper figures still had pale faces with no expressions, but they knelt towards Si Lan.

 

They had been trapped here for a long time, wanting to change their relationship from “mother and son” to husband and wife and enter reincarnation. However, the words carved on the tablet defined them as “mother and son,” making it impossible for their last obsession to be fulfilled, preventing them from becoming a true couple each time.

 

Now, Si Lan had finally fulfilled their obsession.

 

The lips of the two figures moved slightly, their mouths filled with filth and debris, unable to speak. They could only bow their heads towards Si Lan again to express gratitude.

 

After bowing, the boundless black illusion before them turned into scattered silver starlight. The two paper figures had fulfilled their wishes; their figures disappeared in an instant, and the evil spirits in the dead wood forest screamed incessantly. The dark illusion around gradually gave way to scenes of reality.

 

Si Lan and Haowei broke free from the illusion and returned to the real world.

 

They stood on a desolate burial mound, facing two graves that were almost flattened by wind and rain. The tablets on the graves, however, looked unusually new, clearly engraved with words:

 

“Tomb of Song Lian.”

 

“Tomb of Song Lian’s wife, Shen Yingyu.”

 

Si Lan’s lips curled slightly, a sense of relief washing over him. Although he hadn’t done much except change the words on the tablets, the thought of those two ghosts finally fulfilling their long-standing wish and being able to reincarnate peacefully filled him with joy.

 

He imagined Yu Wuxia must be watching him right now. Looking up at the sky, he said, “I did it.”

 

Yu Wuxia uses “desire” to ensnare them.

 

While he uses “emotion” to free them.

 

Emotion gives rise to desire, desire turns into attachment, and attachment dissolves in emotion.

 

In this world, myriad things cannot escape the word “emotion.”

 

After Si Lan came out, he immediately used his divine sense to contact Song Cheng and Song Ye, learning that they had already rescued Xie Li from the cliff.

 

“Your Majesty, Xie Li kept clamoring to find Quze, and now we have brought him to Linglong Mountain.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

He had intended to instruct them to stay at Zhuyun Peak and not wander around, but the words stuck in his throat. Feeling somewhat helpless, he said, “How could you allow Xie Li to…”

 

Song Ye slightly embarrassedly said, “Your Majesty, we thought he was just an ordinary demon monk. Thinking that my brother and I could rescue Quze, we pursued them to Linglong Mountain.”

 

“Linglong Mountain is filled with numerous formations. Don’t move outside Linglong Mountain.”

 

After Si Lan finished his instructions, there was no response for a long time, and he sensed something was wrong: “Song Cheng, Song Ye…”

 

“Your Majesty, I’m here.”

 

Song Cheng spoke up, his voice somewhat low and embarrassed, “Your Majesty, we accidentally entered a formation. This formation is pentagram-shaped, and inside it’s full of monsters and demons…”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

At this moment, little Xie Li also joined in with his divine sense, saying, “Your Majesty, when are you coming? Wah, I’m so scared. That demon monk looks very powerful, and the monsters inside this formation are so fierce…”

 

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll come over right away. Remember to stay close to the two protectors and don’t wander around.” Si Lan rubbed his brow, suppressing the urge to curse. They dared to go to such a dangerous place as Linglong Mountain, and not only that, they had even broken into the pentagram formation.

 

He felt like he had just started a game, only to find that all his teammates had been captured by monsters.

 

“Alright, Your Majesty, wah, we’ll wait for you…”

 

“Mm.”

 

After saying that, Si Lan sighed, feeling helpless, and informed Haowei about Xie Li and the Song brothers’ accidental entry into the pentagram formation.

 

Haowei’s expression turned serious: “Then let’s hurry to Linglong Mountain.”

 

The two didn’t dare delay and immediately cast their spells to rush to Linglong Mountain. Si Lan knew that this trip to Linglong Mountain meant they were going to have a battle. Winning meant nothing would change, but losing would require rebuilding the Six Realms.

 

The world remained the same, but the people and events within it had changed.

 

However, from the illusionary pair of paper people, Si Lan gained inspiration. He wondered if Yu Wuxia’s weakness might also lie in his desires?

 

If he could unite him with the Great Immortal Jia Heng, could it prevent disaster?

 

Lost in such wild thoughts, Si Lan couldn’t help but say aloud, “But if that’s the case, wouldn’t Great Immortal Jia Heng have to sacrifice his chastity?”

 

Haowei glanced at him askance, his eyelids slightly lowered, and then heard him say, “For the Six Realms, a temporary sacrifice of chastity is also a Bodhisattva’s act of self-sacrifice and salvation of others, so the most urgent task is still to persuade Great Immortal Jia Heng to sacrifice himself…”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Unable to tolerate any longer, Haowei reached out and lightly tapped the back of his neck, saying calmly, “If it were that simple, you wouldn’t have reincarnated so many times without successfully stopping Yu Wuxia.”

 

Si Lan awkwardly responded, “Perhaps it was because I didn’t successfully persuade Great Immortal Jia Heng before?”

 

“Oh, even if that’s true, how do you feel you can persuade Great Immortal Jia Heng in this lifetime?”

 

Si Lan pursed his lips in response.

 

Haowei sensed he had sounded a bit confrontational just now, so he lightly coughed and softened his tone, saying gently, “Yu Wuxia is naturally rebellious. Regarding Great Immortal Jia Heng, he’s entirely driven by his own will, which only stirs up his rebellious nature. You could say Great Immortal Jia Heng is his desire and his emotion, something he wants to attain, but it’s not a weakness.”

 

Si Lan found this reasoning quite convincing and couldn’t help but sigh, “When I was a mortal, my only worry was not having enough money. Back then, flying around in the sky seemed like an unattainable dream. I thought that achieving enlightenment would make everything perfect. Now I realize, being human has its own hardships, and being a demon has its own burdens.”

 

Haowei thought Si Lan might be having a relapse of “dissociative identity disorder” and saying strange things again, so he reached out and pulled him closer, soothingly saying, “Don’t think too much. You forgot what Zhiyou Shenjun said—this lifetime, you have me.”

 

Perhaps Yu Wuxia knew he was a variable, which was why he came to disrupt him during his tribulation with the Divine Emperor.

 

The corner of Si Lan’s mouth twitched slightly, almost showing a smile, “If I have the chance to get close to Yu Wuxia and use the Transmission Return Spell, I might just find his weakness.”

 

Then, seemingly lost in thought, Si Lan added, “The magic I obtained from Jiuying this lifetime is also a variable.”

 

“Mm.” Haowei gently traced his finger around the back of Si Lan’s neck, silently calming his emotions.

 

Although Si Lan hadn’t shown any obvious signs of stress these days, Haowei could feel the pressure and tension in him. His breathing deepened slightly when he rested at night, and his brow furrowed deeply.

 

Upon reflection, Si Lan seemed more like someone with a solitary destiny.

 

For over a thousand years, he had never truly felt at ease.

 

The more Haowei understood him, the more he felt sorry for him. As the Great Demon King who grew up in such illusions, without a bold and optimistic heart, he might have long succumbed to melancholy.

 

The silhouette of Linglong Mountain was already faintly visible in the sky. At the summit, strange golden lights appeared, weaving into bizarre shapes like blooming flowers.

 

Suddenly, Haowei spoke up, “After we finish at Linglong Mountain, I’ll have Wudao take people to the Demon Realm for marriage proposals.”

 

Si Lan remained silent for a while before saying, “Okay.”

 

He hoped that this lifetime would finally break the cycle, so he wouldn’t meet this arrogant little white dragon again.

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Chapter 63

 

“Demon Monk?”

 

“Yes… yes…”

 

Haowei and Si Lan exchanged glances again, surprised that Yu Wuxia had already replaced Xue Rong.

 

“However, after defeating the Old Ghost King, Prince Xue Rong’s cultivation fluctuated greatly, only in recent years becoming unfathomably deep, unknown to outsiders.”

 

Si Lan speculated that Yu Wuxia had initially reached some sort of agreement with Xue Rong, first borrowing Xue Rong’s body, and later completely taking over.

 

He couldn’t help but recall the first time he encountered Xue Rong in the ghost realm. At that time, he hadn’t found his mother’s soul, and after causing a ruckus in the ghost palace, he sat at the Tianmen Gate with a long whip, watching a group of old ghosts bully a young ghost below.

 

Unable to stand it, he wielded his whip to chase away the old ghosts.

 

The young ghost, with a pale face, got up from the ground and bowed in his direction. At that time, he was not yet of age, and his figure looked almost the same age as the young ghost.

 

The young ghost looked at him, choosing his words carefully, “Xue Rong thanks Brother for saving my life. May I know Brother’s name?”

 

“Si Lan.”

 

The young ghost bowed in thanks again, standing under the Tianmen Gate, and left after a moment’s gaze.

 

The incident of him causing a ruckus in the ghost palace was soon known by Si Shaoxun. Si Shaoxun caught him, dragged him to apologize to the Old Ghost King in the ghost palace, and then took him back to the demon realm to be punished in confinement.

 

Years later, the next time he heard the name Xue Rong, it was when Xue Rong had become the King of the Underworld.

 

He felt a bit sentimental, asked the ghost messenger a few more questions, and then released him. He and Haowei went to check Xue Rong’s sleeping quarters.

 

Xue Rong’s quarters were unlike other eerie places in the underworld, instead, they were bright and clean, filled with light. On the walls hung four paintings of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums. Below the paintings, two incense sticks burned softly. Behind eight screens, there was only a single rope hanging in mid-air, serving as a bed.

 

Besides this, the room was empty.

 

Haowei walked to the paintings and cast a spell in the air. The plum blossoms in the painting trembled, and the petals formed an illusion, subtly changing the scene in the painting with simple strokes.

 

In the snow, plum blossoms falling, a light gray robe tightly wrapped around a yellow official’s robe. Under the robe, a slender, pale ankle was exposed, the foot arched and toes curled tightly, as if enduring some pain.

 

With just a few strokes, everything was depicted vividly.

 

Si Lan’s ears turned slightly red, and his gaze moved to the other three paintings. The paintings of orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums also changed. The orchid hung down, and as jade dew dropped, in the previously blank space appeared two intertwined figures.

 

A fragile waist like willow on jade stone, two pale legs wrapped around the person above. Silent, yet more evocative than sound.

 

Si Lan could no longer bear to look and turned away, grumbling, “How can Yu Wuxia be so shameless?”

 

He had actually hung four erotic paintings of himself and Immortal Jiaheng in his room, intending to view them at leisure.

 

If Immortal Jiaheng knew, he would probably be furious.

 

Haowei said, “These four paintings are manifestations of Yu Wuxia’s desires.”

 

Si Lan frowned, “In these paintings, Immortal Jiaheng looks younger than Yu Wuxia. Could it be that the Immortal Jiaheng we saw before deliberately appeared old?”

 

“Yes, I suppose Immortal Jiaheng, knowing Yu Wuxia’s intentions, showed himself in that form.”

 

“Even if Immortal Jiaheng is handsome, how could Yu Wuxia fall for him?”

 

The entanglements between the two of them across past and present lives were hard to believe, considering that the monk’s disciple who endured cutting flesh and bones would fall for the one who devoured him.

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan with deep meaning, “Sometimes, liking someone can be just a glance.” It isn’t that complicated.

 

After speaking, Haowei, recalling something, took out the erotic painting given to him by Shanshi Immortal and placed it beside the “Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum” paintings. The scenes in the five paintings seemed to move, half-hidden, indicating a taboo and unknown love.

 

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the “Orchid” painting near Si Lan, pulling him into the painting. He saw another hand reach out from the “Plum” painting and grab Haowei.

 

Before they could react, they were already pulled into another time and space.

 

Si Lan felt like he was falling rapidly from the sky, stabilizing himself in panic after landing. Instinctively, he called out, “Haowei,” but there was no response.

 

It was pitch dark around him, and he couldn’t see anything. He cast a spell to create a small flame, illuminating the illusion around him. He found himself in a forest of dead trees, seemingly scorched by fire, with no leaves on the branches and the bark wrinkled in layers.

 

The flame flickered in the wind, casting shadows of the trees that seemed to weave a dense, sinister net over him. As the flame dimmed, he could faintly see headless corpses hanging from the branches, a truly terrifying sight.

 

But when the flames lit up, the branches were clean and empty.

 

He didn’t know where he was but knew that Yu Wuxia had dragged him in here, intending to trap him in an illusion. Just as he was pondering what was important enough for Yu Wuxia to trap him, Xiao Xie Li’s voice suddenly rang in his mind, asking for help.

 

“Honored One, senior brother… senior brother… sob sob…”

 

Si Lan asked, “What happened to Quze?”

 

“Senior brother was captured, Honored One. I was also beaten up and thrown to the bottom of a cliff, sob sob…” Xie Li’s words were garbled and trembling due to his crying, making Si Lan’s heart ache even more.

 

Si Lan steadied his mind, “Did you see who captured Quze?”

 

“Sob sob, it was a monk. The monk even pinched my face.”

 

A monk… Could it be Yu Wuxia?

 

Why capture Quze?

 

He suddenly thought of the last person to be sacrificed on Linglong Mountain. He had initially thought the sacrifice would be the fox demon imprisoned under Linglong Mountain or some other nearby demon, so he hadn’t considered anyone else.

 

Thinking about it now, Dayong, Jiuying, and Gui Kui all had tragic fates, plagued by disaster. They had the Lone Luan evil destiny, and Quze seemed to fit this as well.

 

Could the last sacrifice be Quze?

 

Suppressing his shock, Si Lan comforted Xie Li, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll have Song Cheng and Song Ye come to rescue you. How did you end up at the bottom of the cliff?”

 

“Sob sob, I was beaten and then kicked down from the sky. Honored One, you must avenge me and beat that nasty monk.”

 

Half of Xie Li’s words were true and half were false. True, he did fall to the bottom of the cliff. False, he wasn’t beaten or kicked down by Yu Wuxia. Instead, Yu Wuxia had ridden a fierce giant beast to Zhu Yun Peak and captured Quze.

 

Xie Li had clung to Quze’s robe, refusing to let go despite being swatted by the beast’s wings. Later, Yu Wuxia approached, pinched his face, and, taking advantage of his distraction, tapped his forehead, causing him to fall limply from the sky.

 

When he woke up, he was at the bottom of the cliff.

 

Feeling wronged, Xie Li exaggerated his story, hoping Si Lan would seek revenge for him and Quze.

 

“Okay.” Worried about Xie Li’s safety, Si Lan assured him while simultaneously contacting Song Cheng and Song Ye through telepathy, instructing them to rescue Xie Li.

 

After that, he called out to Haowei several times through telepathy before finally getting a response. It seemed like Haowei had just been through a battle, with the faint sound of rolling boulders in the background.

 

Haowei’s voice was hoarse, “I’m here.”

 

He quickly asked, “How are things on your end?”

 

“I’m fine, I…” Si Lan’s words were cut short when he glimpsed the “headless corpses” hanging from the withered branches, seemingly coming to life and lunging at him. He quickly dodged the attack, drew his whip, but then saw that the “corpses” had vanished.

 

In the eerie silence of the withered forest, there was no sign of life except him. He accidentally stepped on a broken branch, producing a creaking sound. Quickly moving his foot, he discovered a skull beneath the branch.

 

Black hair oozed out of the skull’s eye sockets, entangling his feet. He immediately conjured a talisman to destroy the skull. The other skulls on the ground also started to move, breaking through the cover of the withered trees, slowly turning towards him, their dark eye sockets seemingly staring at him.

 

Frightened by the creepy scene, Si Lan furrowed his brow, warily watching the skulls while trying to contact Haowei again, but to no avail.

 

He had no choice but to take out the compass from his Qiankun Bag to check his position. The needle spun around once, was about to stop, then suddenly started spinning wildly, unable to point in any direction. At the same time, the skulls on the ground flew towards him.

 

He quickly drew a formation to fend off the skulls’ attacks and flew above the withered forest, hoping to get a clearer view of the strange place. However, he found that the forest had no end.

 

The skulls followed his movements, piling up like a small mountain, wrapping around the barrier.

 

In the next moment, the barrier turned into a net, enveloping the skulls. The skulls struggled desperately inside, like fierce beasts trying to tear open the barrier, but they remained firmly sealed.

 

At this moment, a strange sound of drums and gongs came from afar.

 

A wedding procession emerged from the eerie misty corner, with two figures resembling guards leading the way. Four bearers carried a red sedan chair, its red pennant swaying gently, with a matchmaker standing beside it.

 

As the procession approached, Si Lan noticed that all their eyes were sewn shut, dense stitches crisscrossing their eyelids like centipedes coiled in their sockets. Although their mouths were tightly closed, it was clear they were filled with dirt, preventing them from making any sound.

 

Seeing that they couldn’t see him, Si Lan landed next to the sedan chair and cast a spell to lift the curtain, revealing a paper bride inside.

 

The paper bride was painted lifelike, with delicate and gentle features, almost indistinguishable from a real person.

 

When he met the bride’s gaze, a chill ran down his spine. He reached out to touch the bride, realizing that the reason she looked so lifelike was that the paper was covered with a layer of human skin.

 

From the corpses in the withered forest, he guessed that this place was some kind of sacrificial formation, but why was there a paper bride?

 

Suppressing his unease, he cast a spell and sat in the sedan chair, accompanying the paper bride.

 

After an unknown amount of time, the sedan chair stopped. The matchmaker lifted the curtain, and a paper groom dressed in wedding attire appeared, bending down to carry the bride into the wedding hall.

 

The groom, like the bride, was a paper figure covered in human skin.

 

Si Lan looked ahead at the eerie and sinister wedding hall, noticing that both the servants and the elders seated there had their eyes sewn shut and mouths filled with dirt.

 

How did these people end up like this?

 

Could it be that they were not supposed to see the appearance of this newlywed couple?

 

Suppressing his inner shock and chill, Si Lan watched as the couple bowed in ceremony and entered the bridal chamber, following them inside.

 

The bridal chamber was bizarrely arranged, without a bed but with two graves. Walking up to the graves, he looked at the inscriptions on them. He had expected them to be plaques for a married couple, but after reading the words, he discovered they were actually for a stepson and stepmother.

 

He raised his head and looked at the paper people in the bridal chamber, vaguely understanding their identities. Originally stepmother and stepson, they fell in love later on.

 

This relationship defied conventional morality and was not tolerated by society.

 

Therefore, all the “people” attending this wedding had their eyes sewn shut. These “people” couldn’t see them, so naturally, they couldn’t condemn them.

 

“Junli.”

 

A deep, unfamiliar male voice suddenly echoed in the bridal chamber.

 

Si Lan’s heart jumped. Following the voice, he turned around and saw a figure that had appeared behind him at some point.

 

The figure was indistinct, its features blurred. The lead-gray kasaya moved without wind, with a deep brown rosary hanging from the chest, all indicating the identity of Yu Wuxia.

 

Looking at the phantom of Yu Wuxia, Si Lan’s heart raced for a moment. Instinctively, he lowered his brows and held his breath, then heard Yu Wuxia’s voice.

 

“These lovers, during their lifetime, one was a young stepmother who became a widow at twenty-five, and the other was a stepson who had just turned sixteen and become an adult. Clearly in love, they were condemned by society for their stepmother-stepson relationship, deemed contrary to social norms, and suffered cruel punishment, flayed alive and thrown into the river.”

 

“After their death, their resentment lingered, transforming into fierce ghosts who killed everyone in the village, sewing shut their eyes and silencing their mouths. Yet in doing so, they too faced punishment, trapped here day after day, repeating their obsession of becoming partners in life.”

 

“Junli, do you think they did wrong?”

 

Yu Wuxia’s voice seemed to come from a distant place, carrying fatigue of travels and a casual indifference, as if asking him, yet also speaking to himself.

 

This was the first time Yu Wuxia had spoken to Si Lan.

 

Si Lan speculated that these paper people were likely an incident Yu Wuxia had dealt with when he was a disciple of Buddhism. Presumably, it was during that time that Yu Wuxia resonated with the fate of these paper people.

 

“Do you know how they can break this curse? As long as one of them wavers in their heart, no longer wanting to be with the other, they can be freed from this curse and reincarnate. Yet, after a thousand times, ten thousand times, each time they chose to hold each other’s hands and enter the tomb.”

 

“So they did nothing wrong; it is the norms and ethics of this world that are wrong. Even if they face endless calamities, they will resist these norms and ethics to the end.”

 

Si Lan understood that Yu Wuxia’s words were actually hinting at his relationship with Jia Héng Immortal.

 

A disciple falling in love with his master was already something society could not tolerate, let alone when the disciple was a Buddhist, making it the most taboo of taboos.

 

Si Lan dared not speak lightly, afraid of touching Yu Wuxia’s sore spot, simply saying, “Although this world has many heartless and rigid rules, there are also people like me who oppose them.”

 

Pausing, Si Lan added, “How is Quze now?”

 

Laughter echoed from the phantom.

 

“If you break this illusion, enter the Pentagram Array in the Linglong Mountain, naturally, you will see Quze. However, if you come back in three days, you might only see his body.”

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Chapter 62

 

“Girl…”

 

Haowei dr4p3d a coat over himself and glanced at the sleeping Si Lan. Although Si Lan’s delicate appearance after being bullied might make him look somewhat feminine, it wasn’t to the extent of being mistaken for a woman.

 

Haowei stepped out from behind the curtain and lowered his voice. “Divine Mother, what brings you here?”

 

“I heard you brought a girl back to Yuqing Palace, so I came to see.” The Divine Mother withdrew her gaze from the curtain and looked at him with an expression that suggested he was teachable. She took his hand, leading him out of the hall while gently asking, “Which celestial maiden is she?”

 

Haowei hesitated. “He’s not from the Heavenly Realm.”

 

The Divine Mother paused, a look of conflict crossing her face. Slowly, she said, “As long as she’s not from the Demon Realm.”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Seeing Haowei’s silence and noticing his peculiar expression, the Divine Mother felt a chill in her heart. “She… she isn’t really from the Demon Realm, is she?”

 

“Yes,” Haowei replied.

 

“…” The Divine Mother.

 

Haowei saw the Divine Mother’s thunderstruck expression and hesitated on how to communicate with her to alleviate her prejudice. The Divine Mother, being of advanced age, had experienced the three great wars between the heavens and demons, which had deeply ingrained her biases against the Demon Realm.

 

At this moment, the Divine Mother sighed deeply as if preparing herself mentally. “It doesn’t matter as long as she’s a woman.”

 

Having lived over eighty thousand years, she had seen many kinds of love and hate across the six realms. Being from the Demon Clan wasn’t unacceptable; age, status, and position were not the most important things. The crucial thing was that this girl had genuine feelings for Haowei and could give birth to a couple of children for him soon.

 

But after she finished speaking, she noticed Haowei’s strange silence again.

 

The Divine Mother’s arm trembled slightly. Looking at Haowei’s handsome face, she found it hard to believe. “You… you’re not going to tell me that he’s not even a woman…”

 

Haowei nodded with difficulty and reached out to support her, afraid she might faint.

 

Indeed, the Divine Mother staggered, her pearl hair ornaments shaking like her chaotic heart. With a pained expression, she grasped Haowei’s hand, her lips moving as if to say something but unable to articulate it.

 

She had never imposed her will on others and had rarely interfered in Haowei’s growth. But this time, Haowei’s matter truly shocked her.

 

After a while, she regained her composure. “A man? From the Demon Realm?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Fine, is there anything else you need to tell me?”

 

“He’s also been married three times.”

 

The Divine Mother staggered again, gripping Haowei’s hand even tighter. She turned around, her eyes filled with helplessness and pain as she looked at Haowei. Though she said nothing, her eyes clearly asked, “What on earth do you see in him?”

 

Haowei spoke with utmost sincerity. “Divine Mother, the story between him and me is too complex to explain briefly. Because of various reasons, he doesn’t have a good reputation in the Six Realms. But after getting to know him, I am grateful that I saw through those unreliable rumors and understood the real him, and fell in love with him.”

 

The Divine Mother had never heard Haowei speak so many words in one breath. In her memory, Haowei, like his father Taiwei, was taciturn and stoic. Yet both would speak passionately for their loved ones.

 

So, it turns out, this deep affection can also be inherited.

 

The Divine Mother couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. She sat in the octagonal pavilion, her gaze drifting. Seeing this, Haowei quietly stayed by her side.

 

He knew the Divine Mother cared for him and wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

 

After a long silence, the Divine Mother recovered. “Haowei, I fear that your life has been too smooth, without much hardship, and you might be blinded by temporary happiness.”

 

“Divine Mother, I understand your concern. My feelings for him are not a fleeting infatuation.”

 

“Then… what exactly attracts you to him?”

 

Haowei smiled. “Divine Mother, you should ask what doesn’t attract me to him.”

 

The Divine Mother changed her question with resignation. “Fine, then what doesn’t attract you to him?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“…” The Divine Mother.

 

Seeing Haowei’s firm demeanor, the Divine Mother felt both helpless and amazed. She became increasingly curious about Si Lan. “May I see this girl—no, this young man? What kind of person has so thoroughly captivated you?”

 

“He’s still sleeping. Perhaps you could visit another day.”

 

Upon hearing this, the Divine Mother couldn’t help but click her tongue inwardly. Haowei, who hadn’t even married yet, was already considering his future spouse, seemingly forgetting about his grandmother.

 

She teased, “I see he must be very tired, having suffered a lot. This sleep must be deep.”

 

Although Haowei’s face showed no change, the tips of his ears turned inexplicably red. He lowered his head slightly without saying a word.

 

“Well, whether it’s a woman or a man, if you want to be with him, you need to show some sincerity and send someone to the Demon Realm to propose soon. If he’s reasonable, ask if he’s willing to leave the Demon Clan and join our celestial ranks.”

 

“Yes,” Haowei replied, his face tight.

 

The Divine Mother stood up and walked out of the octagonal pavilion, sighing deeply again. Thanks to her years of self-cultivation, she had managed to accept many things, including her dignified and graceful grandson being with a man from the Demon Clan who had been married three times.

 

As she was leaving, the Divine Mother seemed to remember something and reminded him, “I can accept him as your consort, but the celestial beings may not. Haowei, you need to handle this matter carefully.”

 

“Yes,” Haowei bowed his head.

 

“Luckily, you have a child, so at least there won’t be no successors, which makes me feel a bit better.”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Haowei couldn’t bear to tell the Divine Mother that the child was actually a form he had taken. He feared that revealing this would be too much for her to handle, so he kept it to himself.

 

After seeing the Divine Mother off, Haowei stood silently under the octagonal pavilion, then used his spiritual sense to communicate with Yu Wudao to find out how much the celestial realm knew about him and Si Lan.

 

Yu Wudao quickly responded, informing Haowei that there were many rumors in the Heavenly Realm, mostly badmouthing Si Lan. The celestial beings were divided into three factions regarding their relationship. One faction supported their love and approved of them being together. Another faction strongly opposed it, believing Haowei was blinded and not thinking clearly. The third faction remained neutral, watching the other two factions argue.

 

Haowei instructed, “Wudao, first try to stop the false rumors, then spread the news about the upcoming union between the Heavenly Realm and the Demon Realm.”

 

“Understood.”

 

—

 

Haowei thought Si Lan was still asleep, but when he lifted the curtain, he met a pair of pitch-black eyes.

 

Si Lan had woken up at some point and was leaning against the bedrail, his expression unreadable.

 

Haowei walked up and touched his forehead, noticing Si Lan’s slightly flushed cheeks and thinking he might have a fever. He then checked his elbow to confirm his condition.

 

“Do you feel unwell?”

 

“No.” Si Lan got out of bed, initially pretending he hadn’t heard anything, but he couldn’t help asking, “I won’t leave the Demon Clan.”

 

Haowei realized that since Si Lan was awake, he must have heard everything. “The Divine Mother wasn’t forcing you to leave the Demon Clan.”

 

“Oh.” Si Lan’s face turned even redder, feeling that they were discussing engagement and leaving the clan when their relationship wasn’t even fully established yet.

 

If Haowei could hear his thoughts and knew that Si Lan still saw their relationship as tentative, he might have been exasperated. To Haowei, Si Lan was already his consort, only lacking an official ceremony.

 

“Do you need more rest?”

 

“No, we should investigate Yu Wujia’s situation as soon as possible.”

 

The matter of Yu Wujia was like a heavy stone on their hearts, causing anxiety. The repeated failures to stop Yu Wujia in past reincarnations weighed heavily on Si Lan, making him reluctant to delay any longer.

 

“Alright.”

 

Initially planning to go directly to Linglong Mountain, they remembered that the God of Worry had mentioned that the Netherworld’s Tianmen Pass array had been set up a hundred years ago. So, they decided to check the Netherworld first.

 

Now that everyone in the Nine Heavens knew about their relationship, there was no need to hide. They openly left the Heavenly Realm shoulder to shoulder, flying towards the Netherworld’s Tianmen Pass.

 

Nothing significant had happened in the Netherworld for the past hundred years. They didn’t know who would be sacrificed.

 

Si Lan frowned the entire way, thinking through every possible candidate until he landed on an impossible name, causing his heart to clench.

 

He tentatively asked Haowei, “Who do you think the person sacrificed at Tianmen Pass might be?”

 

“Xue Rong,” Haowei replied concisely.

 

After subduing the Ghost Realm, Haowei had sealed the Ghost King and, to be fair, had allowed the ghosts to select a new Ghost King through a tournament. Three hundred years later, Xue Rong had challenged and defeated the new Ghost King.

 

Haowei had only seen Xue Rong once at the coronation ceremony and had not seen him since, except for their encounter on Yingzhou Island.

 

Si Lan had also thought of Xue Rong. He frowned. “The person we met last time…”

 

“Wasn’t Xue Rong.”

 

To impersonate Xue Rong and deceive them, there was only one person they could think of: Yu Wujia.

 

Si Lan’s expression turned ugly. If this suspicion was confirmed, he would feel like a fool being played by Yu Wujia again, which infuriated him.

 

But it would explain why Yu Wujia had disappeared for centuries. He must have killed Xue Rong and operated in the Netherworld in his guise.

 

They landed at Tianmen Pass in the Netherworld, finding the scarlet gates tightly shut. The faint sounds of wailing ghosts came from within the walls. Ghostly clouds billowed, swirling above the pass.

 

As soon as Haowei landed, the ghostly aura retreated as if harmed, shrinking back into the ghost gate.

 

In the ghost hall, Haowei grabbed an elderly ghost servant and asked, “Where is Xue Rong now?”

 

“His Highness Xue Rong… he left the Netherworld a few days ago and hasn’t returned.”

 

“How long have you served in the ghost hall?”

 

“More than three thousand years…”

 

“Do you know much about Xue Rong?” Haowei asked.

 

“Quite a bit…” The ghost servant replied, trembling with fear, his eyes darting back and forth between Haowei and Si Lan. “Ask me anything you want to know. I’ll tell you everything clearly.”

 

“Did anything unusual happen to Xue Rong over a hundred years ago?”

 

The ghost servant furrowed his pitch-black brows, struggling to recall. “No… nothing…”

 

After a pause, the ghost servant continued, “However, over five hundred years ago, something strange did happen around His Highness Xue Rong.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“His Highness Xue Rong’s cultivation suddenly increased dramatically, and he defeated the old Ghost King in the tournament. When the old Ghost King was dying, he pointed at His Highness Xue Rong and cursed him as… as… a demon monk.”

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

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Chapter 61

 

The celestial lords had never seen the Demon Lord’s appearance, but the moment Si Lan’s face was revealed, they felt a strong surge of demonic energy. Instantly, they guessed that Si Lan was the Demon Lord.

 

Within the celestial pool, mist and steam swirled around. Haowei had one hand resting on Si Lan’s waist, while the other hand was placed on the back of Si Lan’s neck. Si Lan’s hands were loosely wrapped around Haowei’s neck, their posture incredibly intimate.

 

Even the most clueless of the celestial lords could understand what this scene meant.

 

They had heard from the Divine Phoenix clan that Haowei had been acting closely with someone from the demon clan recently. They wondered just how close they could be, but they never imagined they would be sharing a bath in the celestial pool.

 

For a moment, the crowd was speechless, staring in stunned silence at the scene before them.

 

Si Lan deliberately leaned on Haowei’s shoulder, curling his lips into a provocative smile at them.

 

Initially, he didn’t want to put Haowei in a difficult position, so he transformed back to his original form and hid himself well. But hearing how they talked about him, he thought, why not go all out and see what Haowei would do.

 

Haowei pressed Si Lan’s head back down, casting a spell to erect an invisible barrier behind them, blocking the celestial lords’ view. Inside the barrier, Haowei looked down at Si Lan, noticing his slightly pouting and angry expression. He felt both annoyed and amused.

 

“Why did you show your face?”

 

“Are you afraid people will know about our relationship?” Si Lan’s heart sank a bit as he reached to push away the hands clasped around his waist, but he couldn’t budge them.

 

Haowei said, “They shouldn’t see you like this.” His tone dropped slightly at the end, carrying a hint of coldness.

 

It really was a waste to let those celestial lords see.

 

He himself had only seen it a few times, and he hadn’t had enough of the sight yet.

 

“If you dislike them, you can simply use your wings to swat them away like last time.”

 

Si Lan responded with an “Oh” and a half-smile, “They are your subjects. If I swat them away, wouldn’t that just confirm their belief that the demon clan is unruly?”

 

Haowei heard the sarcasm in Si Lan’s words and couldn’t help but lower his head, his lips brushing against Si Lan’s earlobe as he spoke softly, “They spoke nonsense. Punishing them is only right.”

 

“I’m not from the Celestial Realm, so how is it ‘only right’?”

 

Haowei’s fingers slowly tightened around Si Lan’s waist, his breath lowering until it almost touched Si Lan’s lips. “You are my empress. You can punish them however you like.”

 

Si Lan froze at the words “empress,” his ears turning an odd shade of red. He lifted his head to speak, but Haowei kissed him, swallowing his words.

 

Haowei’s kiss consumed every breath Si Lan tried to take, leaving him unable to speak. His body leaned back involuntarily, feeling the invasion of the other.

 

Since neither of them were wearing clothes in the bath, their skin pressed tightly against each other, feeling every texture of the other’s body. Their hearts pounded wildly.

 

Haowei’s dragon horns began to emerge on his forehead, and his dragon tail appeared uncontrollably. The huge white tail stirred the water, wrapping around Si Lan’s body. Si Lan was startled, the “ah” in his throat turning into muffled sounds.

 

Outside the barrier, although the celestial lords couldn’t see anything, they could vaguely hear the sound of splashing water and saw a white, silver-scaled dragon tail rise from the water, slapping the surface.

 

The celestial lords exchanged looks, their faces showing shock or collapse.

 

Though the Emperor was young, he was steady and focused on cultivation, becoming a god-king at a young age. The celestials took pride in having such an emperor, but they were stunned when a “bastard child” suddenly appeared, with the mother’s identity unknown. This revelation caused quite a stir among the celestials. They never expected their seemingly aloof and celibate emperor to have a child out of wedlock.

 

After finally coming to terms with the emperor having a child, they now witnessed the emperor entangled with the Demon Lord…

 

Before they could lament, enormous golden wings emerged from the celestial pool, creating an unstoppable gale that blew them out of Yuqing Palace.

 

A voice faintly called out, “You said I could swat them away.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Si Lan retracted his phoenix wings arrogantly, sitting on Haowei’s dragon tail. The once cold silver scales were warmed by the hot spring water, feeling comfortable against his skin. His face was still flushed, and his eyes misty from being kissed breathless.

 

Haowei moved his tail, the tip draping over Si Lan’s shoulder like a scarf, slowly drawing him closer.

 

Haowei explained, “They were likely deceived by the Divine Phoenix clan, which is why they spoke of you that way.”

 

“Heh, perhaps they inherently think that of me and the demon clan,” Si Lan said, understanding that being with Haowei would likely face many obstacles. Ultimately, the degree of these obstacles depended on Haowei’s stance.

 

Haowei replied, “I will find a way to remove their prejudices.”

 

Si Lan glanced at Haowei, recalling their first meeting, “You seemed to have a prejudice against me as well back then.” At that time, Haowei wouldn’t even talk to him.

 

Haowei’s face stiffened slightly, “Did I? It must be my nature.”

 

He had indeed been biased against Si Lan initially, thinking he was foolish and too merciful to his enemies, unsure of how to maintain his position as the Demon Lord.

 

However, as they spent time together, Haowei realized Si Lan was neither foolish nor overly merciful. He simply wanted to face everyone and everything with a more optimistic and hopeful attitude, striving to live well.

 

In his childhood, he had experienced the tragic death of his mother and the early demise of his father, yet he still maintained a positive and beautiful attitude towards life. Such optimism must have been inherited from Jun Li.

 

Seeing Haowei deny it, Si Lan didn’t expose him. Instead, he yawned. “I’m tired. I want to rest.” The fierce presence pressing against his waist forced him to feign sleepiness. He couldn’t imagine the scenario of merging with that gigantic thing, so he always found excuses to evade at critical moments.

 

Privately, he even considered being just spiritual lovers with Haowei, at most engaging in a divine connection. Because in reality, he was truly afraid; he once discovered that the fierce object was thicker than his waist.

 

He didn’t know if Haowei couldn’t control his dragon form when aroused or what, but each time he transformed, the fierce thing was terrifyingly large, making Si Lan’s legs tremble.

 

He even thought that if worst came to worst, he could be on top. Lost in his wild thoughts, he didn’t notice that Haowei had scooped him up horizontally and carried him back to the bed.

 

The bedchamber had a unique scent of burning incense. After sniffing it a few times, real sleepiness came over him, and he lay on the brocade mat, closing his eyes comfortably.

 

After Si Lan fell asleep, Haowei used his divine sense to communicate with the celestial lords who had been blown away by Si Lan, instructing them to accept their punishment. He then attended to some official documents before lying down beside Si Lan to sleep.

 

Little did they know that while they slept, the immortals in the Ninth Heaven couldn’t sleep at all. In such a short time, everyone knew that the Emperor and the Demon Lord had bathed together and had done intimate things.

 

This matter quickly alerted the Divine Mother. The last time the Divine Mother was disturbed was when Haowei suddenly had a bastard child.

 

In Yuqing Palace.

 

Surrounded by celestial attendants, the Divine Mother slowly descended, her elegant and noble face barely concealing her smile.

 

She had heard that Haowei was bathing with someone in Yuqing Palace during the day, and that person was from the demon clan. She hurried over, not even hearing the latter half of the celestial’s sentence clearly—”It’s bad enough that it’s someone from the demon clan, and a man at that, but it’s the infamous Demon Lord known for his curse on spouses.”

 

When the celestial attendants in Yuqing Palace saw the Divine Mother appear, they all knelt to salute her.

 

“Greetings, Divine Mother.”

 

“Where is His Majesty?”

 

“His Majesty is still resting.”

 

“Resting with that person?”

 

“Yes…” the attendant hesitated.

 

The Divine Mother’s smile deepened immediately. Ignoring the attendants’ attempts to stop her, she directly pushed open the bedchamber doors and walked in.

 

She was eighty thousand years older than Haowei. Tawei was her son, born when she was thirty thousand years old, and Haowei was born when Tawei was nearly fifty thousand.

 

Therefore, even though Haowei was already an adult, in her eyes, he was still a child and not subject to so many formalities.

 

Inside the bedchamber, Haowei awoke the moment the Divine Mother pushed open the door and cast a spell to lower the curtain, hiding Si Lan’s figure.

 

In the instant the curtain closed, the Divine Mother had already sneaked a peek, seeing a beautiful person with loose black hair and a high nose bridge.

 

This beauty’s lips were slightly swollen, as if bitten by something.

 

Suppressing her laughter, the Divine Mother said, “Haowei, aren’t you going to introduce this young lady to me?”

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

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Also, check out the other series we have on HoH!

If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

Thank you for all your support <3 Leave a comment if you like 🙂 I love reading them!

 

Chapter 60

 

The fox demon finished speaking and leaned closer to examine the portrait again. The person in the painting had a cascade of black hair flowing behind them, with an enchanting and affectionate expression. At first, she couldn’t recognize who it was, but upon closer inspection, she started to feel that this woman was none other than that bald donkey?

 

Yet, the man beside this woman in the painting, the fox demon recognized at a glance—it was Yu Wuxia.

 

She couldn’t help but cover her mouth, pointing at the portrait, and looked up at Haowei, “How could you depict such a painting when Yu Wuxia hates that bald donkey so much? Isn’t this insulting Yu Wuxia?”

 

Haowei and Si Lan remained silent.

 

The two couldn’t bear to tell her that this portrait might have been painted by the very Yu Wuxia she was referring to.

 

Haowei glanced again at the figure in the painting and asked, “Are you sure this woman in the painting is Immortal Jiaheng?”

 

“Yes, she was deliberately depicted as a woman,” the fox demon muttered as she recalled, “Looking at it like this, the appearance of this bald donkey’s long hair bears a resemblance to several of my sisters.”

 

Si Lan and Haowei exchanged glances, suddenly understanding something.

 

Initially, when this fox demon seduced Yu Wuxia in the Immortal Hall and wasn’t killed by him, it might not have been because Yu Wuxia harbored desire for her, but because she bore some resemblance to Immortal Jiaheng.

 

As for the other female demons later on, they probably bore some resemblance to Immortal Jiaheng to varying degrees.

 

They hadn’t previously considered the relationship between Yu Wuxia and Immortal Jiaheng in this way. One reason was that Immortal Jiaheng had an elderly appearance and was tens of thousands of years older than Yu Wuxia. Another reason was that Immortal Jiaheng had long been respected across the Six Realms, and placing romantic sentiments on such a revered monk seemed like tarnishing his reputation.

 

However, they hadn’t expected that this most unlikely speculation would turn out to be the correct answer.

 

Haowei rolled up the scroll and put it into his spatial pouch. “Where is Yu Wuxia now that he has fallen into the demon path?”

 

“Yu Wuxia is in the Floating Pagoda Hall, a palace he established himself. However, it was later destroyed by that bald donkey, and then I was sealed in Linglong Mountain, knowing nothing,” the fox demon said, her eyes darting around as she tentatively continued, “Why are you so curious about Yu Wuxia’s affairs? Has Yu Wuxia done something…”

 

Having been trapped in the demon-sealing cauldron for these days, the fox demon had thought over many things. Although these two in front of her hadn’t disclosed their identities, she couldn’t sense their aura at all, realizing their cultivation was much higher than hers.

 

Two people with such profound cultivation had been asking about Yu Wuxia all along, indicating that Yu Wuxia must have caused a big stir.

 

Haowei did not respond to the fox demon’s question. He picked up the demon-sealing cauldron, intending to seal her back inside. Seeing that she was about to be enclosed in the ethereal cauldron once more, she hastily pleaded in a coquettish tone, “Immortal Lord, whatever you want to know, this servant will tell you everything. Can you let me breathe some fresh air a little longer, Immortal Lord… Ah…”

 

Before the fox demon’s finger could touch Haowei’s body, she was already sucked into the demon-sealing cauldron. Thinking she was now inside the cauldron and that no one outside could hear her, her sweet voice instantly turned sharp and biting, teeth gritted as she muttered, “Pah, looks like a widower, just like a man who’s lost his wife.”

 

Haowei remained silent.

 

Si Lan raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

 

Firefly Illusion Technique was on the verge of collapsing. The disciples of the Immortal sects who had fallen into the illusion beneath the sacred altar were slowly waking up. Haowei and Si Lan decided to leave the sacred altar first.

 

The Immortal of Parinirvana had already learned that Immortal Jiaheng hadn’t died, so the subsequent handling of affairs would be left to the Thirty-Three Heavens to decide.

 

These past few days, Haowei and Si Lan had been under great mental strain, traveling from Mount Gushu to the Thirty-Three Heavens without proper rest.

 

Haowei brought Si Lan back to the Yuqing Palace, intending to eat, bathe, engage in intimacy, and then sleep. However, just as they were bathing, a group of celestial beings gathered outside the hall.

 

During this period, Haowei had rarely been in the Celestial Realm. Even when he returned, he stayed only for a few days before leaving again. The celestial beings had accumulated a pile of matters for him to handle. Despite knowing he was currently bathing, they still came looking for him.

 

Haowei rubbed his temples. He had just spent a lot of effort persuading Si Lan to bathe together with him, and their bodies weren’t even fully wet when this group arrived.

 

He was about to instruct the attendants to send them away when Si Lan spoke up, “Why not see them first? What if there’s an urgent matter?”

 

Haowei managed affairs across the Five Realms, inevitably encountering major events. Besides, even if these matters weren’t resolved today, they would still need attention tomorrow. It was better to handle them sooner rather than later.

 

After speaking, Si Lan cleverly restrained his demonic aura, transforming into a small “wild chicken” floating like a doll in the wisps of steam. Unless one looked closely, his figure was practically invisible.

 

Seeing Si Lan take on this tiny form, Haowei found it exceedingly adorable. He gently propped up Si Lan’s small body from the hot spring water with his hand. Si Lan stiffened for a moment, then pushed away Haowei’s fingers and glided into the mist with a flick of his wings.

 

Haowei smirked faintly. “Let them in.”

 

Upon receiving the order, the celestial beings hurried inside, kneeling around the hot spring pool. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

 

Haowei had his back to them, arms resting on the edge of the pool rocks. His voice carried an inherent authority, calm yet commanding, “What urgent matters do you have that require you to disturb Us in such haste?”

 

Perhaps due to the moisture in the air, his voice, besides its authoritative tone, also carried a deep, magnetic quality that sounded particularly pleasing as it mingled with the rising steam.

 

Si Lan, who was diving in the water, heard this and pursed his small beak.

 

Not bad for putting on airs.

 

“Your Majesty, please intercede for this old minister. The flowers and plants I painstakingly cultivated were trampled to pieces by Lord Rixiao’s mount, the great water buffalo!” Yuanmo Immortal Sovereign rushed in first, covering his face with his sleeves as he tearfully complained, genuine or not.

 

Rixiao Immortal Sovereign defended himself nervously, “It’s not a water buffalo, it’s a battle rhino.”

 

Haowei sighed inwardly as he rubbed his temples. He never expected they would barge in on him even while he was bathing, just for matters concerning flowers, plants, and animals. He spoke in a stern voice, “Rixiao, about your mount…”

 

“Your Majesty, it’s not a water buffalo, it’s a battle rhino,” Rixiao Immortal Sovereign argued persistently. More concerned about his mount being mistaken for a water buffalo than the complaint itself.

 

Haowei fell silent for a moment. “Regardless of what it is, you failed to discipline it properly, leading to the destruction of Yuanmo Immortal Sovereign’s flowers and plants. You should compensate him.”

 

“Your Majesty, I’m willing to compensate him, but he needs to stop calling my battle rhino a water buffalo,” Yuanmo Immortal Sovereign retorted coldly. “It was originally a big water buffalo. Just because it’s covered in armor and flies in the sky, does that mean it’s no longer a big water buffalo? What’s the point of calling it a battle rhino? Has it ever seen a battlefield?”

 

“You…”

 

Seeing the two about to argue again, Haowei interrupted them. “Enough. Yuanmo, refrain from ridiculing Rixiao’s mount in the future. Rixiao, compensate Yuanmo for his losses promptly. This matter is settled. If you two are not satisfied, you may argue outside and refrain from disturbing Us again.”

 

The two exchanged glances, still disgruntled, before leaving in a huff.

 

Haowei cast a sidelong glance at the immortal lords behind him. “If you have trivial matters concerning flowers and plants, there’s no need to waste my time.”

 

The immortal lords fell silent.

 

After a moment of hesitation, one of the lords stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, a few days ago, Prince Er of the Jing River caused torrential rain in the mortal realm due to drunkenness, neglecting his duties for a full twelve hours. This resulted in eight cities being submerged, causing great suffering among the people. My palace has received countless complaints demanding punishment for Prince Er. However, although he is not a Dragon King, he has close ties with the East Sea. Punishing him may have widespread implications. Your Majesty’s decision is needed.”

 

Haowei asked, “Prince Er of the Jing River is…”

 

“He is the second son of the Chief of the Blue Shrimp Clan.”

 

Si Lan, who had already started to leave, heard this and turned back. His head surfaced, his two wings lightly paddling like oars.

 

Suddenly, Haowei remembered that Si Lan had mentioned before that the Blue Shrimp Clan of the Jing River was responsible for wiping out the Quze family. His voice turned cold, “Handle it as it should be. There’s no need to favor the East Sea.”

 

“Yes,” the lord replied and retreated.

 

After hearing the gossip, Si Lan was about to leave again but was caught by Haowei gripping his wings. He dared not struggle, fearing the immortals behind him might notice something amiss. He stiffened as Haowei pulled him close.

 

His back pressed against Haowei’s chest, but his front was restrained by the other’s distinctively fair fingers, almost like a hostage, tightly held in place.

 

“Your Majesty, Queen Phoenix has sent a confidential message, stating that Princess Quyu and Princess Zhuju have both been attacked consecutively by the Demon Sovereign Si Lan. She suspects that the Demon Clan is planning to attack the Phoenix Clan, and requests Your Majesty’s intervention on behalf of the Phoenix Clan.”

 

Si Lan…

 

His head, still groggy from soaking in the hot spring, suddenly snapped alert.

 

He hadn’t expected the Phoenix Clan to have such thick skin, preemptively accusing him of planning to attack them.

 

Tsk tsk.

 

Thinking back to yesterday on Gushu Mountain, the Phoenix Clan must have realized the depth of his relationship with Haowei and didn’t dare to accuse him directly. Instead, they found a few unsuspecting immortal lords to step forward on their behalf.

 

“Your Majesty, the Phoenix Clan has deep ties with the late Emperor Taiwei and the Divine Lord Chiyu. When the Demon Clan bullies the Phoenix Clan, they are bullying us. Heaven cannot stand idly by.”

 

“The recent chaos in the mortal realm and the slaughter of ten thousand spirits on Yingzhou Island were both orchestrated by the Demon Clan. Now they provoke the Phoenix Clan in Heaven. It seems they intend to break the truce agreement between Heaven and the Demon Realm soon. Your Majesty, Heaven must be vigilant.”

 

Two more lords stepped forward to speak up for the Phoenix Clan, their words resolute and convincing, as if they had witnessed the Demon Clan’s actions firsthand.

 

Inwardly, Si Lan couldn’t help but sneer. These lords were distorting facts and reasoning to goad Haowei into confronting the Demon Clan. If they didn’t play fair, why should he? He’d resort to any means necessary.

 

With this thought, he glanced up through the misty haze at Haowei. Haowei’s head was slightly tilted back, his jawline clear but his expression obscured. Si Lan couldn’t resist a mischievous and indulgent urge.

 

To tease him. To playfully tease him.

 

The lords couldn’t gauge Haowei’s current mood, continuing, “Your Majesty, it is said that the Demon Sovereign Si Lan practices forbidden dark arts. Every decade, he conducts a widespread selection of concubines, not sparing even men. By the second day, all those sent to his chambers turn into dried corpses.”

 

Meanwhile, the demon sovereign they spoke of now slowly slid down within Haowei’s embrace, coming to rest against Haowei’s lower abdomen.

 

Just as Haowei was about to reach out to lift him, the demon sovereign suddenly transformed into human form, almost submerged in the water, only revealing a fair face, pressed against Haowei’s lower abdomen.

 

When Haowei lowered his head, his gaze met a pair of dark, watery eyes. Before he could speak, his body tensed, a rush of heat climbing from his lower abdomen.

 

Si Lan stared at him unwaveringly, his eyes intense, long lashes curled with a hint of moisture, a touch of red in their depths, making his gaze alluring and provocative.

 

The fair complexion framed by flowing hair behind him accentuated his allure, his full lips now gently touching Haowei’s lower abdomen, leaving a warm sensation. Haowei’s breath caught, his hand instinctively touching Si Lan’s nape.

 

Si Lan’s kiss slowly disappeared under the water, occasionally letting out a bubble or two.

 

Haowei’s eyes reddened, his throat moved, suppressing the tense emotions and strange pleasure.

 

Si Lan was angry.

 

But this was quite an effective way to vent his emotions.

 

At that moment, a voice from behind continued heedlessly, “The late Emperor once said that the Demon Realm would become a major threat to Heaven in the future. Perhaps now is a good opportunity to bring the Demon Realm under control, apart from that Demon King.”

 

Haowei murmured softly, curling his fingers slowly, whether in response to the lord behind him or to Si Lan’s actions in front of him.

 

Upon hearing this murmur, the lords grew bolder, “Your Majesty, there have been reports of you appearing together with members of the Demon Clan on Linglong Mountain, behaving intimately. You must tread carefully. The demons are cunning and treacherous; some are skilled in seduction magic. Don’t let yourself be deceived or make mistakes.”

 

As soon as the lord finished speaking, a voice tinged with water and mist suddenly emerged, “Oh, skilled in seduction magic, you say?”

 

Si Lan’s hands rested on Haowei’s shoulders, his face slowly emerging from in front of Haowei. Perhaps just emerged from the water, his features were veiled with a thin mist, lips almost dripping blood-red, more alluring and dazzling than a beautiful ghost. His half-closed eyes now held a mocking smile, watching them.

 

The lords stood dumbfounded at the sight of him, as if they had seen a ghost.

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Chapter 59

 

Just as Ah Yi finished speaking, a cold aura instantly pervaded the cave, pressing towards Ju Zhu. Ju Zhu’s face immediately turned pale, her body trembling uncontrollably as she knelt down on the ground, her knees weak and unable to support her.

 

Her complexion was pale, fear seeping through her delicate features as she pleaded with Ah Yi, “My lord, the Divine Array was passed down to me from my aunt, who inherited it from Princess Fang Yi. Therefore, I… I am not fully aware of the Divine Array’s secrets. Please forgive me, my lord.”

 

With these words, Ju Zhu presented herself as completely innocent, though in reality, she understood everything. She believed that the secrets of the Divine Phoenix Clan were unknown to anyone else.

 

Haowei casually remarked, “I heard that Princess Fang Yi’s body was like a dried corpse when she died, with her blood inexplicably vanished.”

 

Ju Zhu’s eyes widened instantly. Embarrassed and ashamed, she looked up at Haowei. Just a second ago, she had been relieved that no one knew about this, but now Haowei had exposed it.

 

How could Haowei know about this?

 

Her lips trembled, wanting to refute Haowei, but facing his condescending gaze, a sudden fear surged through her heart, paralyzing her tongue.

 

Accustomed to pride and nobility, she had never felt so humble and timid before. For a moment, she couldn’t find the words to say.

 

The divine array set by Ah Yi was formed from his obsession, integrated into Princess Fang Yi’s body, only guarding her.

 

If they wanted to obtain the divine array, they could only do so after Princess Fang Yi’s death by drinking her blood, or perhaps they had killed her by drinking her blood while she was still alive.

 

With this thought, the hostility in the cave intensified, pressing down on Ju Zhu. Black winds rose suddenly like agile serpents, wrapping around Ju Zhu’s body. She felt as if under attack and suddenly vomited blood.

 

After the black aura dispersed, Ju Zhu transformed back into her original form as a divine phoenix, collapsing on the ground.

 

A dense formation woven like a golden net slowly emerged from her body, flying towards Ah Yi. She passed out directly from the pain, the divine array forcibly stripped from her body.

 

Ah Yi withdrew the formation and glanced at the unconscious Ju Zhu, ultimately deciding not to punish her.

 

She was Princess Fang Yi’s relative, and hurting her would displease Princess Fang Yi.

 

Ah Yi extended his hand, and the formation gradually shrank, landing in his palm before returning to his body.

 

His lips moved slightly, his voice echoing in the cave, “Emperor Haowei, my divine array was used by someone to commit murder?”

 

Haowei looked at Si Lan and nodded.

 

“In that case, it is my fault. I did not consider it thoroughly,” Ah Yi said, lowering his head. His breathing weakened, almost imperceptible within his cloak.

 

Si Lan withdrew his gaze from the unconscious Ju Zhu. Originally, he had many reproaches in his heart and had intended to hold Ah Yi accountable, even obtaining a fragment of the divine will. Unexpectedly, it was resolved so lightly.

 

From Ah Yi’s words, it seemed he had also been deceived by the Divine Phoenix Clan.

 

Forget it. Ah Yi was now weak and on the brink of godly death. There was nothing to argue about with a “dying” man.

 

Si Lan didn’t want to disturb Ah Yi’s final moments. After exchanging a glance with Haowei, they decided to bid farewell to Ah Yi. “My lord, we shall take our leave.”

 

Ah Yi nodded faintly. He still didn’t know that in this lifetime, due to his mistake, Si Lan had lost his mother early.

 

As Haowei and Si Lan left, they also cast a spell to take the unconscious Ju Zhu with them.

 

But as soon as they flew out of Mount Gushou, a group of divine phoenixes flew over. Sensing something wrong with Ju Zhu, they had come to rescue her.

 

After bowing to Emperor Haowei, the divine phoenixes turned their gaze to the unconscious Ju Zhu, surrounding her. They then warily looked at Si Lan, as if worried he might do something wrong.

 

“Emperor Haowei, what happened to the princess?” one of them asked.

 

Haowei replied calmly, “Lord Ah Yi has withdrawn the divine array from Ju Zhu.”

 

—

 

“What? How could this happen?”

 

“Did your demon do something?” This was directed at Si Lan.

 

The divine phoenixes glared fiercely at Si Lan, gripping their weapons, ready to fight.

 

Si Lan reluctantly restrained the Xuanxin Whip, prepared to face the consequences if the Divine Phoenix Clan sought retribution. At that moment, he heard Haowei’s voice.

 

“Jaheng Immortal has entered Nirvana.”

 

Si Lan couldn’t believe it. “Really?”

 

“Yes.” Through his divine knowledge, Yu Wudao informed Haowei about the matters of the Thirty-Three Heavens. Jaheng Immortal had been severely injured and recovering in Ling Mountain Cave since the last attack. Unexpectedly, within a few days, he had entered Nirvana.

 

Jaheng Immortal was second only to Shanshi among the Immortals of the Thirty-Three Heavens. His sudden Nirvana shocked the Six Realms. Yu Wudao hurriedly informed Haowei, who needed to return to oversee the aftermath.

 

Knowing that Haowei would probably return to the heavenly realm, Si Lan said, “In that case, I will accompany you back.” Jaheng’s sudden Nirvana likely hid some secrets.

 

Furthermore, by seeing Jaheng Immortal’s body, he could cast the Purification Curse to witness his memories from the year before his death. He had used this method to uncover the deep-seated enmity between Lou Yu and Zhong Li.

 

Haowei nodded slightly. Immediately, Si Lan transformed into a “wild chicken,” a small form hiding in Haowei’s embrace.

 

He couldn’t walk openly in the heavenly realm with his true identity, to avoid arousing suspicion.

 

On the side of Mount Gushou, even though the divine phoenixes were discontented, they didn’t dare to stop the two from leaving, only glaring angrily at Si Lan.

 

Si Lan didn’t look back but could feel those solidifying gazes piercing through Haowei’s body, pinning him down.

 

He smirked coldly. He had no intention of letting Ju Zhu off easily. Knowing her vengeful nature, she would blame him for stripping the divine array from her, likely adding old grievances to new ones.

 

He needed an opportunity—a moment to kill Ju Zhu and leave the Divine Phoenix Clan helpless and unable to retaliate.

 

He pondered aimlessly, unaware that he had followed Haowei all the way to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

 

Apparently conscious of his status, Haowei had swapped his black martial attire for a white robe trimmed with gold threads. His waist was adorned with a cloud-patterned belt of the same color, his black hair tied up with an ink jade crown, every strand neat and tidy.

 

The celestial horse seemed to have been waiting outside the Thirty-Three Heavens for Haowei, swiftly approaching with a carriage upon his appearance. Haowei gracefully entered the sedan chair.

 

Although the sedan appeared modest from the outside, inside it revealed a hidden world, resembling a palace with spacious elegance, wisps of clouds lingering. Within the grand hall, tea and refreshments were already laid out on the table.

 

Si Lan looked around like someone new to the city, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings. Haowei placed him on the table, realizing he hadn’t eaten for some time.

 

“Are you hungry?”

 

Si Lan nodded, folding his wings and sipping water from the cup’s edge, then pecking at a few pastries. He was indeed hungry, but his mind wasn’t on eating much at the moment.

 

Every word spoken by Supreme Youshen seemed like thunder in his mind, resonating loudly. Though the thunder had ceased, it left his mind pitted and unsettled.

 

He noticed Haowei was far calmer than him, only showing emotion when he recalled the moment Yuwuxia pierced his heart with a sword. Now, he appeared composed, his expression serene.

 

Haowei lifted a cup of hot tea from the table and drank, Si Lan realizing it was the same cup he had just used.

 

Transformed into a “wild chicken” appearance, his sharp beak had been in the cup while drinking, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the thought.

 

How could Haowei be so careless…

 

Clearly, his cup of tea was right there; he couldn’t understand how it got mixed up.

 

Just as he was about to remind him, greetings sounded from outside the carriage.

 

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

 

Passing Buddhist disciples respectfully saluted Haowei’s carriage. The celestial horse pulled the carriage to the center of the Thirty-Three Heavens before stopping.

 

Si Lan was interrupted by the noise outside and turned to see Haowei had finished his tea. Haowei had also eaten the pastry Si Lan had pecked holes into with his sharp beak.

 

His lips twitched, but he didn’t say a word.

 

Haowei tucked him into his arms, lifting the curtain and stepping out of the carriage.

 

Feeling uncomfortable, he flew onto Haowei’s shoulder, noticing a group of celestial beings following the carriage, a dense crowd that made Haowei appear prominent.

 

Standing on Haowei’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but mock Haowei for being so particular; everywhere they went in the heavenly realm, he rode in a carriage with a group of heavenly soldiers and generals trailing behind, quite imposing.

 

Yet Haowei never seemed to put on airs around him, sometimes even making him feel like Haowei’s shadow, silently accompanying him through thick and thin.

 

Haowei glanced at him with a slight tilt of his head, instantly halting his random thoughts and looking ahead.

 

Countless Buddhist disciples knelt beneath the bright altar, chanting sutras. Above the altar, the Great Eternal Immortal sat on a lotus throne, his back leaning forward, one hand in a gesture of blessing, his face indistinct.

 

Behind him, a circle of gentle golden light shimmered, solemn and dignified.

 

Cranes circled above the sky, their mournful cries echoing. Below the sky, Buddhist disciples stood with hands clasped together, eyes closed, reciting sutras for the salvation of the Great Eternal Immortal.

 

Following the protocol, Haowei led the hundred celestials in completing the sutra recitation for the Great Eternal Immortal, then approached to offer incense. After these rituals, he conversed with the Immortal of the Perfect Nirvana.

 

“Some days ago, I came to listen to the Great Eternal Immortal’s teachings, but I never expected that in just a few days, he would attain parinirvana,” Haowei remarked.

 

The Immortal of the Perfect Nirvana explained, “Your Majesty, the Great Eternal planted a cause a thousand years ago, and now he has reaped its fruit. For him, this is also a form of atonement.”

 

Haowei asked again, “Was it because of his injury that Jia Heng attained parinirvana?”

 

“Yes,” replied Shanshi, clasping his hands together. “Amitabha.”

 

Haowei bowed respectfully to Shanshi in farewell, then spoke quietly to both Shilan and him, “After Jia Heng Immortal’s parinirvana, these Buddhist disciples will perform a forty-nine day ritual of salvation in front of the altar.”

 

“Why is it so long?” Shilan had intended to approach Jia Heng Immortal to use the Purification Curse, hoping to uncover memories from before his death. He found it peculiar that Jia Heng Immortal passed away before the activation of the Five-Star Nine-Sky Formation in each life.

 

Haowei lowered his gaze. “It’s the rule of the Thirty-Three Heavens.”

 

“Can we find a way to approach Jia Heng Immortal’s physical body?” Shilan glanced at the people around the altar.

 

“Yes.”

 

Night fell, shrouding the Thirty-Three Heavens in a hazy moonlight. The Immortal light above the altar remained, illuminating the scene below clearly.

 

Devout disciples continued to chant with folded hands, their chanting echoing softly throughout the high heavens. Though not loud, their voices carried across the entire Thirty-Three Heavens.

 

Strange fireflies seemed drawn by the chanting, converging towards the altar. The disciples, eyes closed in prayer, were unaware of the anomaly until they slipped into dreams woven by the fireflies.

 

The chanting abruptly ceased, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze.

 

Shilan transformed into human form and flew with Haowei towards the altar, landing before the physical form of Jia Heng Immortal.

 

Even in parinirvana, his body resembled an uncorrupted sculpture, head lowered with indistinct features visible only from the side. Hanging from his chest were 1080 superior prayer beads, reflecting starlight under the Immortal’s glow.

 

Shilan clasped his hands in front of his chest, murmured an apology, and then touched the brow of Jia Heng Immortal to activate the Purification Curse. After completing the incantation, the surroundings suddenly changed, but the images that appeared were nothing but emptiness.

 

Haowei followed Shilan into the illusion and, seeing the situation, asked with a stern gaze, “What’s going on?”

 

“This… it means Jia Heng Immortal has been dead for a long time, at least a year,” Shilan explained.

 

The Purification Curse allows one to see the memories of the deceased from the year before their death. Yet the memories of the Great Eternal Immortal for that year are void, indicating that the Great Eternal Immortal before them had long since passed away.

 

But how could this be possible? They had just seen the Great Eternal Immortal not long ago!

 

The two realized something was amiss and immediately withdrew from the illusion.

 

Si Lan bent down to inspect the flesh of the Great Eternal Immortal. He hadn’t carefully observed him before and couldn’t see any differences. Judging from appearances alone, the face, skeleton, and aura of this flesh body seemed normal.

 

Haowei reached out to touch the 1080 yellow prayer beads on the chest of the Great Eternal Immortal. He had seen the Great Eternal Immortal several times before but had never seen him wear this item.

 

He picked up the beads, but at that moment of contact, he sensed something wrong. Each yellow bead was densely inscribed with tiny runes. However, these runes were too small to see clearly.

 

Si Lan also picked up a bead and examined it in his palm. “Could there be something wrong with these runes?”

 

Haowei nodded and forcefully broke the string of beads. The yellow beads instantly fell down, and the flesh body collapsed with a bang, gradually transforming into a skeleton.

 

There was still a trace of the Great Eternal Immortal’s essence and blood on the bones. That’s why Si Lan hadn’t noticed anything unusual when it first took the form of the Great Eternal Immortal.

 

Si Lan stared in shock, still holding a bead in his hand. He looked at the skeleton, then at the bead, murmuring, “This skeleton has been dead for over a year. It’s not the Great Eternal Immortal.”

 

“Hmm.” Haowei gathered the remaining essence from the skeleton, his expression growing solemn.

 

The Great Eternal Immortal would never fake his own death. Therefore, someone must be using this skeleton to impersonate the Great Eternal Immortal’s deceased flesh, likely having already controlled his freedom and actions.

 

Undoubtedly, this person was Yu Wuxia.

 

Si Lan couldn’t understand why Yu Wuxia would use a skeleton to impersonate the Great Eternal Immortal’s flesh.

 

If Yu Wuxia harbored resentment toward the Great Eternal Immortal, why not just kill him outright? Why go to such lengths?

 

Haowei restored the prayer beads with magic and hung them back on the skeleton. The skeleton instantly reverted to the appearance of the Great Eternal Immortal.

 

Looking at the “Great Eternal Immortal” before them, Si Lan murmured, “In this life, the Great Eternal Immortal faked his death. Did he also fake his death in the previous world?”

 

“Hmm.” Haowei’s gaze hardened. “I’m afraid there are many entanglements between master and disciple that we don’t know.”

 

As they were talking, footsteps suddenly approached from the side of the sacred altar. The two instinctively turned around and saw the Immortal of Benevolent Passing walking slowly towards them.

 

Benevolent Passing had a gentle and kind expression, dr4p3d in a yellow kasaya. He approached them and clasped his hands together, saying, “Namo Amitabha.”

 

Si Lan hadn’t expected to be caught off guard. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he glanced at Haowei, who remained composed. Si Lan quietly moved behind Haowei, intending to become invisible.

 

“Immortal of Benevolent Passing.”

 

“Your Majesty, I’ve already seen everything just now.” Benevolent Passing looked at the skeleton transformed into the “Great Eternal Immortal” and sighed softly.

 

“Lord Immortal, you previously mentioned that the Great Eternal Immortal sowed a seed many years ago, which has now borne fruit. Could you tell us what seed the Great Eternal Immortal sowed back then?”

 

Benevolent Passing’s calm face showed a hint of sorrow. “Regarding the matter of the Great Eternal Immortal, I originally did not wish to speak, but I never imagined that this sinner would dare to commit such a deception. It seems that the Great Eternal Immortal is now in an unavoidable situation…”

 

Benevolent Passing closed his eyes, unable to hold back, and quietly said, “Namo Amitabha.”

 

Gaheng was a disciple of Benevolent Passing, making Yu Wuxia Benevolent Passing’s grand-disciple. When Yu Wuxia achieved Immortalhood due to his reputation of goodness across a hundred lifetimes, all Immortals wished to take him as their disciple. However, Yu Wuxia chose Gaheng.

 

At that time, Gaheng firmly refused Yu Wuxia, and it was Benevolent Passing’s persuasion that convinced Yu Wuxia to stay.

 

Sowing the seed leads to fruition. Back then, cutting flesh was the cause, and taking disciples was the effect.

 

Benevolent Passing had thought that under Gaheng’s guidance, this karmic effect would surely be nullified, but unexpectedly, it ended up harming Gaheng instead.

 

Benevolent Passing recounted all the details from the flesh-cutting in the forest to taking disciples, and concluded, “After that sinner achieved Immortalhood and worshipped under Gaheng’s seat, everything remained quiet for thousands of years. I had thought the karmic effects between them had been resolved. Yet when he performed acts of charity in the human realm, he somehow learned of his previous life as a disciple of the forest Immortal and saw Gaheng as a tiger in the forest. This led to conflict, and upon his return, he became entangled in love affairs. Gaheng finally couldn’t bear it and cast him into the demon path.”

 

This was not far from what they had learned, but both felt that Benevolent Passing was hiding something. Like Gaheng, he was unwilling to reveal everything.

 

What exactly happened that even the Immortals of the Thirty-Three Heavens remained silent about it?

 

After a moment of silence, Haowei spoke up, “Lord Immortal, Yu Wuxia has used his spirit as a catalyst to lay down the Five Elements Nine Heavens Formation across the Six Realms, intending to reshape them. If we want to stop Yu Wuxia, we must find his weakness. We are at a loss after reaching the Thirty-Three Heavens. We seek your guidance.”

 

Upon hearing “Five Elements Nine Heavens Formation,” Benevolent Passing’s expression subtly changed. He clasped his hands together and murmured, “Namo Amitabha.” After a while, he raised his head and pointed his fingertip into the void, conjuring a scroll.

 

It was a painting he had unexpectedly found in the hall while cleaning up “relics” left by Gaheng.

 

Without elaborating, he handed the painting to them. “Your Majesty, this is all I know.”

 

With that, Benevolent Passing departed.

 

Haowei took the painting and watched Benevolent Passing leave. “Thank you, Lord Immortal.”

 

Only then did Si Lan emerge from behind Haowei. It seemed Benevolent Passing either didn’t notice him or chose not to intervene. He sighed in relief.

 

Haowei unrolled the scroll, and Si Lan held his breath, observing quietly. As the scroll slowly unfolded, revealing its contents, their expressions changed dramatically.

 

They had expected the scroll to conceal some secret, but it turned out to be a… erotic painting of a man and a woman.

 

Why would Benevolent Passing Immortal give them this?

 

On the yellowed canvas, a woman leaned against a peach blossom tree. Her black hair was disheveled, a red mole at the corner of her eye dripping blood. Her clothes had all slipped away, revealing slender, fair legs, one foot resting on the tree trunk while the other was held by a man.

 

The man leaned slightly to cover the upper body of the woman, whose back was turned, so his face couldn’t be seen. His grey kasaya was half-off, barely covering his lower body, prayer beads hanging from the peach blossom branch.

 

From the man’s attire, one could deduce he was Yu Wuxia. As for this woman…

 

Si Lan glanced at the woman’s face—almond eyes teary like a clear pond, cherry lips gently holding a petal, a mix of shyness and allure. She was undeniably beautiful.

 

He was about to lean in closer for a better look when Haowei shot him a sideways glance and closed the scroll.

 

“Do you not think…” Si Lan paused as Haowei closed the scroll, “…that the woman in the painting… bears some resemblance to that fox demon?”

 

“Hmm.” Haowei replied in a low voice, contemplating releasing the fox demon to inquire further.

 

He cast a spell and conjured a demon-suppressing gourd, lifted the lid, and with a startled cry, the fox demon fell out, unprepared and stumbled to the ground.

 

Even so, the fox demon didn’t forget to strike a pose, slowly raising her bright face with a mix of annoyance and grievance towards Haowei, “Why are you so unappreciative of beauty?”

 

Haowei remained expressionless as he opened the scroll and questioned her, “Are these people your sisters?”

 

Seeing he wasn’t taken in, the fox demon flicked nonexistent dust off her, stood up, and with narrowed eyes, looked at the woman in the painting, “She resembles me somewhat, and also my sisters, but it’s not us.”

 

“Have you seen her before?”

 

“No,” lazily replied the fox demon, just about to look away when she noticed the crimson mole at the corner of the woman’s eye, pausing as she mused, “This… she… this mole looks like someone…”

 

“Who?” Haowei and Si Lan couldn’t help but ask in unison.

 

“Like that bald donkey.”

 

The Great Eternal Immortal once caught her and her little sisters, leaving a bit of an impression on her.

 

“…” Haowei and Si Lan.

 

They had both seen the Great Eternal Immortal. Although he was kind and loving, with deep wrinkles and an aged face, there was no mole at the corner of his eye. How could this woman resemble the Great Eternal Immortal?

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If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

Thank you for all your support <3 Leave a comment if you like 🙂 I love reading them!

 

Chapter 58

 

When Si Lan met the other’s gaze, a sudden sense of weightlessness swept from under his feet. Everything around him twisted into black, white, and gray lines, shimmering with faint fluorescence. Within these countless long lines flashed scene after scene.

 

In those scenes, it was him, yet not quite him.

 

He repeatedly broke through formations, arriving beneath Mount Gushan to meet the Immortal Chiyu, conversing with him.

 

He couldn’t hear the voices in the scenes, didn’t know what they were talking about, only saw their solemn expressions and silent gazes.

 

Each scene was so similar. It felt like a cycle, repeated countless times, yet each time was different.

 

Suddenly returning from the void of space, he still felt weightless. His body staggered backwards, but Haowei quickly reached out, wrapping his arm around Si Lan’s waist, steadying him just in time.

 

The Immortal Chiyu opposite appeared desiccated, with only hints of his features visible—eyes, nose, lips—but lacking any divine elegance.

 

In the initial scenes that flashed by, the Immortal Chiyu was tall and handsome. Later, he gradually became frail and emaciated, his features shrinking and sunken, almost resembling a dried corpse now.

 

What had happened in between?

 

Suppressing his doubts, Si Lan bowed respectfully towards the Immortal Chiyu. “God, have we met before?”

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan upon hearing this.

 

At that moment, Zhu Ju descended from above as well, assuming a human form for easier entry into the mountain cave. She wore a deep brown gown of golden threads, flowing like flames. Behind her, a crimson silk cloak billowed without wind, while her black hair was coiled into a towering cloud bun adorned with gold and jade ornaments and white pearl hairpins.

 

Her face was impeccably preserved over the years, showing no signs of aging, with a subtle hint of pride that hadn’t changed.

 

Her gaze briefly landed on Si Lan’s face, then shifted to the hand Haowei had around Si Lan’s waist. Her brow furrowed slightly before she finally bowed to the Immortal Chiyu.

 

“Younger generation pays respects to the Immortal Chiyu.”

 

The Immortal Chiyu seemed to ignore Zhu Ju, addressing Si Lan instead. “Yes, we have met many times before.”

 

So, the statement “reincarnation over a hundred lifetimes” by Yu Wuxia was indeed true, indicating that he had attempted numerous times to thwart Yu Wuxia, but each attempt ended in failure.

 

Affected by the cycle of reincarnation, each reincarnation was a fresh start, with no memories retained. In contrast, after transcending to the realm of the Divine Emperor, the Immortal Chiyu’s memories were not reset by time and space.

 

All those events in the scenes must have been due to his repeated failures, hence the endless repetition.

 

Thinking of this, Si Lan’s mood suddenly plummeted, descending into an abyss. He couldn’t help but reach out and grasp the hand that Haowei had placed on his waist, gripping it tightly as if to dispel the overwhelming sense of weightlessness.

 

Haowei sensed his distress and returned the grip, the warmth in their clasped hands easing Si Lan’s uneasy heart, even without a single word spoken.

 

Knowing they had met many times before, the Immortal Chiyu likely already understood Si Lan’s purpose here. Thus, Si Lan asked directly, “God, how does Yu Wuxia intend to establish a new world?”

 

Chiyu Immortal raised a withered hand, and with black fingers, he pointed into the void. Instantly, a three-dimensional map of the Six Realms appeared in mid-air. Xuanling Mountain, Dayong Mountain, Yingzhou Island, Tianmen Pass, and Linglong Mountain were interconnected, forming a pentagram formation with the human realm at its center.

 

Chiyu Immortal explained, “This is the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation, centered around the human realm, linking the other five realms. By sacrificing five individuals with unique Fate Signs, using ressentment, demonic energy, and malevolent aura as the crucible, it will destroy the foundation of the Six Harmonies and the positions of the Eight Principles, causing the collapse of the Six Realms, leading to a new beginning for all beings.”

 

Si Lan had never heard of such a bizarre formation. He stared at the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation for a long moment before speaking.

 

“The five individuals with unique Fate Signs must be composed of people like Jiuying, Dayong, and Kui,” he deduced.

 

He looked at Tianmen Pass and Linglong Mountain. Currently, there were no anomalies there, indicating that the two individuals with unique Fate Signs had yet to appear.

 

Haowei hadn’t seen the visions Si Lan had seen earlier, but from Si Lan’s trance after falling into Mount Gushan and the conversation with Chiyu, he vaguely understood something, his expression turning serious.

 

He asked Chiyu Immortal, “Immortal, even if Yu Wuxia can activate the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation, why would Heaven allow him to act so recklessly?”

 

In Chiyu’s dark eye sockets, his eyeballs moved as he looked at Si Lan. “So Heaven has reversed time countless times, sending Junli’s reincarnation back, attempting to defy fate.” Chiyu was unaffected by the cycles of reincarnation, having experienced countless reversals of time and countless new worlds.

 

Si Lan realized that Heaven was indeed a seasoned scammer, deceiving him time and again.

 

“In that case, why doesn’t Heaven kill Yu Wuxia itself?” Si Lan asked.

 

Chiyu sighed slightly and said slowly, “Heaven cannot kill Yu Wuxia. While everyone knows Heaven has three sons, few know it actually has a fourth son: Chunfeng, Qiuyu, Dongshuang, and Xiaolei. Chunfeng takes a breath from Heaven, Qiuyu takes a tear, Dongshuang takes a sigh, and the fourth son, Xiaolei, embodies Heaven’s dark side.”

 

Si Lan and Haowei couldn’t help but hold their breath upon hearing this.

 

Beside them, Juzhu’s eyes widened in astonishment.

 

Chiyu’s words overturned their previous understanding of the Six Realms.

 

Chiyu continued, “This dark side was sealed by Heaven for tens of thousands of years. Later, it cultivated and took human form, indoctrinated by Heaven, arranging destinies of utmost goodness and sincerity, striving for virtue over hundreds of lifetimes. But unexpectedly, this dark side eventually chose the path of demonic evil.”

 

Si Lan suddenly understood why Yu Wuxia understood how to reconstruct the formation of the Six Realms; because he was the embodiment of Heaven’s dark side, he suddenly understood why Yu Wuxia was so confident in telling him everything in his dreams. If Heaven couldn’t handle him, what could they do?

 

Seeing Si Lan’s expression of helplessness, Chiyu explained, “Although Yu Wuxia comes from Heaven’s dark side, Heaven doesn’t know his weaknesses. Originally, Heaven hoped to find Yu Wuxia’s weaknesses through your repeated appearances and seal him away.”

 

Si Lan cursed Heaven in his heart for being so cunning.

 

He had undergone countless cycles of reincarnation, enduring suffering and torment, all to make Heaven discover the weaknesses in his dark side.

 

If Heaven had not fostered ill intentions first, how could there be a dark side? He knew very well what darkness lay in his heart. Now, it was causing turmoil across the Six Realms.

 

No wonder Fan Yu had chosen to resist Heaven even at the cost of his soul’s destruction. If Junli had known how shameless Heaven truly was back then, he might have joined forces with Fan Yu against it.

 

Si Lan silently mocked them in his heart.

 

Hearing this, Haowei’s facial muscles tightened, his breath deepening as he grasped Si Lan’s hand with added strength. Countless reversals of time by Heaven meant all previous attempts to defy fate had failed, and Si Lan had repeatedly perished at the hands of Yu Wuxia.

 

Eight hundred years since his ascension to God Emperor, Haowei had not experienced as much as Chiyu, nor had he been able to assist Si Lan. A rage welled up within him, directed at Yu Wuxia, Heaven, or perhaps himself for arriving too late and being unable to help Si Lan.

 

His expression darkened. ” Immortal, I want to know why we can’t seal Yu Wuxia.”

 

Chiyu sighed softly, tapped his fingertip, and the three-dimensional map of the Six Realms vanished, replaced by scenes from a past life.

 

In the vision, Si Lan was stabbed in the heart by Yu Wuxia’s sword and sealed in place, watching helplessly as the Five Star Nine Heavens Formation activated. When Si Lan finally broke free from the seal, he was already fatally wounded by the formation, dissolving into nothingness in an instant.

 

Chiyu explained, “The Five Star Nine Heavens Formation is activated using his own soul as the catalyst. Thus, without finding Yu Wuxia’s soul weakness, we cannot unravel the formation.”

 

Pausing, Chiyu continued, “You and I have discussed countless times in search of Yu Wuxia’s weakness, attempting to approach it through the seven aspects of greed, anger, ignorance, attachment, love, hatred, and desire, but all have failed.”

 

Si Lan was speechless, gazing at the image of Yu Wuxia. His brows furrowed involuntarily.

 

Yu Wuxia desired to establish a new world where there was only one species, achieving absolute equality in intelligence, talent, cultivation, and even emotions.

 

Si Lan didn’t know if this world would be beautiful, but he felt only a madman could conceive and carry out such a plan.

 

Chiyu added, “Heaven has always been dissatisfied with the Six Realms it created. Yu Wuxia inherited these dark thoughts, hence his desire to create a world of absolute fairness and freedom for all.”

 

Haowei glanced briefly at the scene of Si Lan being pierced by the sword and quickly looked away.

 

His mind roiled with anger, but he could only suppress his emotions by holding Si Lan’s hand.

 

Chiyu looked at Si Lan and said, “In your past life, you thought Yu Wuxia harbored resentment because Jia Heng Buddha replaced him in attaining enlightenment, considering it his weakness to exploit. But you were wrong. His obsession didn’t begin in that life.”

 

Si Lan turned to look at Hao Wei upon hearing the sound, suddenly remembering something serious. He had been engrossed in conversation with the Divine Sovereign just now, completely forgetting that he and Hao Wei were holding hands. In other words, they had been openly holding hands in front of the old Divine Sovereign all this time?

 

Si Lan’s face flushed red all of a sudden. He wanted to release Hao Wei’s hand, but Hao Wei had a strong grip. Si Lan struggled a few times but couldn’t break free. He didn’t want to make a scene, so he raised his head and pretended to smile calmly, “If that’s the case, then it’s good.”

 

Chiyu’s hood moved slightly, a nod in response.

 

Bringing up the matter of the “Divine Emperor,” Si Lan hesitated as he looked at Chiyu, then spoke, “Divine Sovereign, since you once served as the Divine Emperor, how did you end up in your current form?”

 

“The Divine Emperor transcended the cycles of reincarnation, no longer bound by worldly rules. Yet, the ultimate supremacy is akin to nothingness, it becomes the rule.” Saying this, the Divine Sovereign Chiyu’s eyes shifted towards Hao Wei, each word deliberate, “It will transform into an existence akin to the Heavenly Dao, for all things in this world, yet also nothingness in this world.”

 

Si Lan was momentarily stunned at this revelation. The fingers held by Hao Wei trembled slightly, revealing a hint of unease.

 

What did it mean to transform into an existence akin to the Heavenly Dao?

 

Could it be that Hao Wei would eventually become like the Divine Sovereign Chiyu, becoming a formless Heavenly Dao?

 

But wouldn’t that, from another perspective, be akin to a divine fall?

 

Chiyu, the Divine Sovereign, had lived for a hundred thousand years before achieving the level of Divine Emperor, yet fell within less than twenty thousand years. Meanwhile, Hao Wei inherited fifty thousand years of cultivation from Tai Wei and attained the level of Divine Emperor by the age of eight hundred.

 

Then… wouldn’t Hao Wei at most have a lifespan of only twenty thousand years?

 

Si Lan’s mood suddenly sank. He remained silent, while Hao Wei appeared remarkably calm, seeming to have asked all the questions he needed to.

 

However, before leaving, there was one more thing he wanted to clarify on Si Lan’s behalf.

 

“Divine Sovereign, do you still remember tens of thousands of years ago, before your seclusion, when you left behind the Divine Array to protect Princess Fang Yi of the Phoenix Clan?”

 

Chiyu seemed to recall something, his withered face showing a moment of silence before nodding.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Later, when Princess Fang Yi passed away, she passed the Divine Array to others of the Phoenix Clan. Now, it has been exploited by someone with ill intentions, turning it into a weapon of murder.”

 

Si Lan, hearing this, regained his senses and glanced at Hao Wei’s tense profile. He hadn’t expected that after hearing about the possibility of divine fall, Hao Wei remained completely composed, even assisting in asking questions for him.

 

Chiyu murmured, “Has Fang Yi died?”

 

“Yes, Princess Fang Yi has passed away for over ten thousand years.”

 

Juzhu, who had been unable to interject until now, hurriedly stepped forward, “Divine Sovereign, Princess Fang Yi was my great aunt. Now, this Divine Array follows her wishes and protects me.”

 

Chiyu slowly shifted his gaze to Juzhu, coldly saying each word, “Impossible. Fang Yi would never pass my Divine Array to others.” The Divine Array was a manifestation of Chiyu’s lingering obsession, guarding Fang Yi unconditionally, so Fang Yi could never have given his obsession to someone else.

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What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

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Chapter 57

 

Si Lan felt uncomfortable hearing the title “God of Grief”. His lips tightened into a thin line.

 

Haowei glanced at his tightly pressed red lips and said, “If you don’t like him, I’ll go find him alone. You wait for me at Zhuyun Peak.”

 

“He’s in seclusion…”

 

“Yeah, we’ll just barge in.” Haowei said casually.

 

Si Lan fell silent for a moment, then said, “I’ll go with you.” He felt awkward to directly mention that they had been acting together for a long time. Suddenly not following Haowei made him feel uneasy.

 

Haowei looked up, his gaze moving from Si Lan’s lips to his eyes. “No need to force yourself.”

 

“I’m not forcing myself.” Si Lan raised his eyelids and met Haowei’s gaze, only then noticing they were both lying on the bed. He was loosely wrapped in a white inner garment, while Haowei’s chest was bare, bearing a red scratch mark.

 

Si Lan’s face stiffened for a moment. A scratch mark… How could he not remember scratching Haowei? Instead, he vaguely recalled being carried to bed by Haowei and then subjected to a chaotic nibbling, with Haowei’s voice filled with anger ringing in his ears.

 

“Such lack of focus deserves punishment.”

 

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and saw the bruised skin exposed at the collar of his inner garment, as if he had been through a lot of turmoil. Was this the punishment?

 

Si Lan’s face alternated between red and white, unable to help narrowing his eyes, glaring at Haowei with a hint of anger.

 

Seeing Si Lan just lowered his head to look at his body and then raised it up, glaring at him with anger in his eyes, Haowei knew what he was upset about. He coughed lightly and hurriedly said, “Well, let’s go together then. Yu Wuxia said, ‘The change of the six harmonies, the eight yin and yang will surely change,’ which is easy to understand. But what does ‘Reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes all fails, and this life you will also fail’ mean?”

 

Si Lan shook his head, but a bizarre thought arose in his mind, which he felt was impossible.

 

Instead, Haowei said, “Could it mean that you’ve been reincarnated a hundred times to stop Yu Wuxia’s actions?”

 

Si Lan remained silent.

 

If that were true, then his fate would be too miserable.

 

No wonder he gave only a penny to heaven, and heaven still brought him here. Saying something about unifying the six realms was actually to be subjected to scrutiny. If he thought nothing and was still tricked by heaven.

 

He held his head in his hands, deeply regretting not downloading the anti-fraud app years ago.

 

Haowei looked at his painful appearance and asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing.” Si Lan looked at the jade-like man in front of him and silently felt that among the myriad misfortunes, the fortune was that some of the people in the Demon Realm, and the man in front of him, had appeared in his life.

 

In the face of regret, it actually felt a little worthwhile.

 

He came down from the bed, intending to prop up the bed, but his wrists were really sore, and he almost fell over.

 

Haowei held his figure and his eyes were empty, as if there was some guilt in him.

 

“It’s better for you to rest for a day before we go to find the God of Sorrow.”

 

“No, we’d better go find the God of Sorrow as soon as possible.”

 

Although he didn’t know what Yu Wuxia wanted to do, delaying a day was a waste of a day. It was better to stop Yu Wuxia as soon as possible.

 

Haowei nodded, reached out and grabbed Si Lan’s wrist, and helped him rub it. He still felt a little guilty in his heart and felt that he had been reckless and indulgent last night, and he should be less eager for material things in the future.

 

Si Lan was unaware of Haowei’s inner thoughts, still furrowing his brow as he pondered. If Yu Wuxia had been planning these things for a long time, many previously inexplicable matters seemed to have explanations now.

 

For example, Zhongli once told Lou Yu that he had seen Lou Yu in a dream, where Lou Yu was his groom, which led Zhongli to fall in love at first sight upon meeting Lou Yu. Could that dream have been planted in Zhongli’s mind by Yu Wuxia, intentionally hinting at Zhongli?

 

And then, Dayong was summoned to the mortal realm by Pei Yu immediately after appearing, such timing being so coincidental. Perhaps the tragedy between Pei Yu and Taoyuan was orchestrated behind the scenes by Yu Wuxia.

 

…

 

He just couldn’t understand why Yu Wuxia manipulated so many people and things. What did he intend to achieve?

 

Si Lan’s mind was full of questions, unable to comprehend. In the blink of an eye, he and Haowei arrived at Gusha Mountain.

 

Across from Gusha Mountain flowed a murmuring stream, beside which hung a waterfall. Water cascaded down, creating a roaring sound.

 

Si Lan glanced at the waterfall and suddenly remembered the dream he had had yesterday, where Yu Wuxia had brought him to this waterfall.

 

Why was it so coincidental?

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, gazing intently.

 

Haowei saw Si Lan standing motionless, staring at the waterfall, and said, “This waterfall is transformed by the Mirror Pitcher, one of the artifacts of the God of Grief.”

 

“Mirror Pitcher… Can it see things that will happen in the future?” He remembered seeing the new Six Realms in this Mirror Pitcher.

 

It was a completely unfamiliar Six Realms, or more precisely, there were no Six Realms inside. Immortals, demons, and humans were all integrated into a bizarre world where there was no supreme ruler, no ants groveling in the dust.

 

“You saw things that will happen in the future here?” Haowei asked in return.

 

“Yeah, but it might also be a false image created by Yu Wuxia to deceive me.” Although Si Lan spoke to Haowei, he was also comforting himself inwardly.

 

There were so many highly cultivated individuals in the Six Realms; they shouldn’t be heading towards destruction.

 

Not long after they landed, a group of mountain guards from Gusha Mountain sensed their presence and immediately surrounded them.

 

These people were ordinary phoenixes and had not seen Haowei before, so they did not recognize Haowei’s identity.

 

But from Haowei’s attire and aura, they felt he was extraordinary, so their attitude was mild.

 

The leading female servant was Qingxuan, the attendant of Princess Jingzhu of the Phoenix Clan. After scanning both of them with her eyes, she bowed to Haowei. “May I ask which immortal you are? And why have you come to Gusha Mountain?”

 

Gusha Mountain had been closed to outsiders for tens of thousands of years.

 

“Haowei.” Haowei had no intention of concealing his identity. The moment he spoke his name, the faces of the phoenixes changed drastically, and they immediately knelt down and saluted.

 

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

 

Haowei’s expression was indifferent, his voice deep with a hint of coercion. “Is the God of Grief still in seclusion?”

 

“Understood,” Qingxuan replied.

 

“I have come this time to meet Lord Xiyou,” Haowei stated succinctly, unwilling to waste words.

 

Upon hearing this, Qingxuan appeared conflicted. “Your Majesty, Princess Zhu instructed us to guard the vicinity of Mount Gusha and ensure that no one disturbs Lord Xiyou. Furthermore, Lord Xiyou himself instructed our Phoenix clan not to disturb their rest before secluding himself.”

 

Haowei’s eyelids drooped slightly at her words, his gaze turning sharp and piercing as he turned to Si Lan beside him. “What do you think?”

 

Si Lan replied slowly, “Since we’re already here…”

 

In the next instant, a formidable pressure descended upon the Phoenix attendants. An intense oppression hung over them, rendering their faces grim. They knelt on the ground, unable to move, their lips trembling as they struggled to speak.

 

Haowei and Si Lan strode past them directly, heading towards Mount Gusha. The mountain was enveloped in a formation set by the previous Phoenix Queen, resistant to intrusion, and breaking it would surely alert Princess Zhu.

 

Haowei, unsure of Si Lan’s feelings towards Princess Zhu, informed him of their intent. Si Lan nodded in response.

 

He wasn’t afraid of Princess Zhu anymore, now that he possessed a fragment of the Heavenly Way. Even Lord Xiyou didn’t concern him.

 

Haowei then used magic to dismantle the formation—a golden Phoenix illusion set by the previous Phoenix Queen. The formation shattered under Haowei’s sword aura.

 

Mount Gusha trembled violently as rocks tumbled and clouds of dust billowed into the sky, casting a pall over half the heavens. Animals in the mountain fled in fear, their cries echoing eerily.

 

When debris threatened to strike Si Lan, Haowei calmly deflected them without changing his expression, holding Si Lan’s hand. In an instant, they appeared atop the peak of Mount Gusha.

 

Si Lan looked at the female Phoenixes still trapped below. “Will they be injured by the falling rocks?”

 

Haowei replied calmly, “No one will die.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Si Lan didn’t say more. When the Phoenix daughters caused trouble at Cloud Crest Peak last time, he had received them with patience. Initially, he only disliked Princess Zhu, feeling the others were innocent. But upon reflection, he realized the eight Phoenix daughters’ easy cooperation with the Lord of the Deer implied the entire Phoenix clan harbored grievances against him, likely stemming from his father’s rejection of Princess Zhu’s advances, turning the Phoenix clan against him as well.

 

Since that was the case, he no longer wanted to be the good guy.

 

Suddenly, a Phoenix cry resounded from the distant horizon, echoing through the skies and causing all birds to sing in unison. Strange avian calls enveloped the entire mountain.

 

A colossal crimson Phoenix descended upon auspicious clouds. With a slender neck, a raised back adorned with intricate patterns, fiery wings spread wide, and a tail trailing like a rainbow, it merged seamlessly with the crimson sunset.

 

This was Princess Zhu.

 

Folding her wings, Princess Zhu stood before Haowei and Si Lan. Perhaps intentionally, she remained in her enormous form instead of taking human shape, offering a dignified greeting to Haowei while her gaze, brown and unwavering, fixed on Si Lan.

 

“Sovereign Haowei,” Princess Zhu nodded gently, her eyes never dropping, holding Si Lan’s gaze.

 

Si Lan discerned a hint of madness and resentment in her eyes, his own gaze darkening. Remembering her insults and taunts towards Luo Hui, veins bulged on his forehead, a hint of demonic aura swirling around him.

 

Haowei lightly squeezed his hand, and Si Lan’s demonic aura subsided slightly, calming his anger.

 

“Princess Zhu, I broke the seal on Mount Gusha only to meet Lord Xiyou. I hope you can forgive this intrusion,” Haowei said respectfully. Princess Zhu was thousands of years his senior and held a relationship with him as his elder, so Haowei had to show some deference.

 

Princess Zhu shook her wings and finally shifted her gaze from Si Lan to Haowei. “Your Majesty, what brings you to see Lord Xiyou?”

 

Haowei replied succinctly, “I have a matter that puzzles me, and I believe Lord Xiyou might provide clarity.”

 

“Your Majesty, to be frank, Lord Xiyou may not be able to see you at this moment.”

 

Haowei’s expression remained unchanged at this news, his voice lowering slightly. “What if I insist on seeing Lord Xiyou today?” Normally, Haowei would never act so impetuously; if someone didn’t wish to see him, he wouldn’t force a confrontation. But now, among the Six Realms, Lord Xiyou was the oldest and most knowledgeable among the Divine Emperors. Thus, disregarding etiquette, Haowei was determined to meet him.

 

Princess Zhu dared not stop Haowei, glancing at the attendants still kneeling at the foot of Mount Gusha with an uneasy expression. “Your Majesty, such actions may not be appropriate in terms of etiquette or sentiment.”

 

Haowei had no interest in discussing etiquette or sentiment with her, nor did he wish to waste time. He simply stated, “Princess Zhu, please step aside.”

 

“…,” Princess Zhu hesitated.

 

Princess Zhu hadn’t expected Haowei to be so unyielding. Her expression stiffened slightly before she turned her gaze to Si Lan. She knew he held a grudge against her.

 

Si Lan, undaunted, smiled provocatively at her. This only darkened Princess Zhu’s expression further.

 

Haowei took a step forward while holding Si Lan’s hand, compelling Princess Zhu to yield to them.

 

With the barrier around Mount Gusha breached, theoretically, Lord Xiyou should have heard the commotion outside. However, there was no response from him. Could he be at a critical point in his cultivation?

 

Suppressing his curiosity, Haowei sent a mental message into Mount Gusha.

 

“Lord Xiyou.”

 

He called several times but received no reply.

 

Si Lan sensed something amiss. “What’s wrong?”

 

“Lord Xiyou seems… off.”

 

Glancing at Princess Zhu, Haowei spoke and then proceeded to breach a corner of Mount Gusha, pulling Si Lan inside.

 

Observing this, Princess Zhu flew into Mount Gusha as well. Partly to understand why Haowei and Si Lan were together and whether they intended harm against Lord Xiyou.

 

She hadn’t forgotten Si Lan’s gaze towards her years ago—a young boy full of hatred and malice, as if he wanted to tear her apart and consume her flesh.

 

She still shuddered at the memory. Recently, the eight Phoenix daughters returned from Cloud Crest Peak with unusual expressions, suddenly changing their stories about Si Lan not being just an ordinary person, but a Divine Phoenix.

 

She found their behavior peculiar but could not extract any information from them. Reflecting now, Haowei must have threatened them.

 

Additionally, she wanted to know what had happened to Lord Xiyou. She had never seen him; by the time she was born, Lord Xiyou had already closed himself off for cultivation. Before her aunt passed away, she passed on the Divine Array to her, granting her Lord Xiyou’s protection. Over the years, she had been invincible in the Six Realms. However, elders of the Phoenix clan hinted that Lord Xiyou used to transmit divine messages frequently during his seclusion, but in recent ten thousand years, there had been none. Therefore, the elders suspected Lord Xiyou might have perished.

 

Inside Mount Gusha, there was another barrier, presumably set up by Lord Xiyou himself. Haowei noticed the barrier’s magic was extremely weak, nearly collapsing. With a gentle spell, he shattered the barrier instantly.

 

They descended into the depths of the mountain, where darkness surrounded them. Haowei conjured a flame to illuminate their surroundings.

 

Inside the cave lay only a white jade bed.

 

On the jade bed leaned a black figure, head bowed slightly, features obscured. They sensed little presence from him, resembling more a desiccated corpse—thin and lifeless.

 

Si Lan and Haowei approached slowly, standing before Lord Xiyou.

 

Lord Xiyou still showed no response.

 

Si Lan observed him and couldn’t help but look at Haowei, silently questioning if they had found the right person.

 

Haowei responded with a look confirming they hadn’t made a mistake; this was supposed to be Lord Xiyou.

 

Yet, it wasn’t as they had imagined.

 

“Lord Xiyou, we pay our respects,” Si Lan bowed slightly. However, the dark figure remained unresponsive. Si Lan noticed a part of his arm exposed to be turning black and couldn’t help but suspect…

 

With courage, Si Lan extended his hand towards the figure’s nose to check for any sign of life. As his fingers touched the desiccated body, it slowly stirred. The head lifted, revealing murky, yellowed eyes meeting Si Lan’s gaze.

 

“Junli, we’ve waited for you for twenty thousand years.”

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

I really, really appreciate all the support from my readers <3 It goes a long way and motivates me lots!

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Also, check out the other series we have on HoH!

If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

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Chapter 56

 

Si Lan remained silent as the dragon tail that had lightly touched the back of his neck slowly slid downward, tracing along his spine and tailbone…

 

Si Lan suddenly shivered and reached out to grasp the tail that was trying to invade further. He mumbled, “I was just a bit curious, thinking about what you said a few days ago about there being another one under your scales, cough cough…” After speaking, Si Lan’s face turned bright red, and he could only cough a few times to cover his embarrassment.

 

Haowei’s lips curved slightly, and his tail suddenly slapped the water, splashing it everywhere. When it resurfaced, the tail had doubled in size, water droplets falling from the white scales and creating ripples in the water.

 

The slender tail gently encircled Si Lan’s waist, but the tip provocatively traced Si Lan’s chest. Si Lan felt both cold and hot at the same time—the coldness came from the cool scales against his skin, while the heat was internal, his blood seemingly boiling and burning wherever the scales touched.

 

Haowei’s face was obscured by a rising white mist, and his deep voice carried a husky, magnetic quality, “So curious, what do you want to do?”

 

“Curiosity,” Si Lan replied honestly. After all, not many creatures have two of them.

 

Haowei was actually quite shy. Before meeting Si Lan, he never discussed matters of love and affection, let alone said such flirtatious words. But after falling in love with Si Lan, he seemed to have changed completely, instinctively knowing what to do.

 

No wonder the Goddess Mother used to say he was too dull and needed someone to teach him, while Yu Wudao interrupted, saying that men naturally change when the time comes, so there’s no need to worry.

 

It turns out that meeting the right person can indeed soften the heart, thicken the skin, and harden other parts.

 

Hearing Si Lan mention “curiosity,” Haowei paused slightly, a wave of heat rising in his chest, unsure if it was from embarrassment or awkwardness.

 

Si Lan actually considered him a subject of curiosity.

 

He leaned closer to Si Lan, “Perhaps this strange form of mine is meant to match you.”

 

“Match me?” Si Lan didn’t understand. What did it have to do with him?

 

Looking at his own reflection in Haowei’s eyes, Si Lan inexplicably felt he appeared exceptionally delicate and alluring at this moment. Behind him, the white dragon tail coiled, poised to strike.

 

He couldn’t help but nervously swallow.

 

“You are the reincarnation of the Child of Heaven; your body must be different from ordinary men.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“You and I are destined for each other, perhaps because you are a pair, and I am a match.”

 

Si Lan’s face turned even redder. He had explained before that his past life as Jun Li had nothing to do with him now. If he were thick-skinned enough, he would have stripped to let Haowei see for himself.

 

He slowly denied, “We are not destined for each other.”

 

“Hmm?” Haowei’s tone rose.

 

“The fortune-teller said my destined one would have a demonic heart and a serpent’s courage, which doesn’t describe you.”

 

Haowei squinted his eyes, “When did you see the fortune-teller again?”

 

“Ah, just after we returned from Dayong Mountain.”

 

Upon hearing this, Haowei suddenly understood why Si Lan had been acting strangely. Si Lan used to always talk about how they were fated to be together, but he stopped mentioning it recently.

 

When they met in the Thirty-Three Heavens, Si Lan wanted to leave immediately upon seeing him. At that time, Haowei didn’t understand why, but now all the strange behavior made sense, connecting to this clue.

 

He wasn’t Si Lan’s fated one after all.

 

“So, who is your fated one?” Haowei’s demeanor seemed calm, but the scales on his tail twitched slightly, each one seemingly suppressed yet restless.

 

“The Torch Snake.”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Si Lan felt uncomfortable as Haowei’s scales brushed against him. Hurriedly trying to comfort him, Si Lan said, “But that Torch Snake is dead. Besides, I don’t believe in that fortune teller’s words. Who destiny dictates doesn’t matter as much as who we choose to love.”

 

Haowei’s scales settled down again. He rested both hands on the edge of the pool, a strand of black hair lightly clinging to his cheek, his deep eyes like the sea. Ignoring Si Lan’s somewhat “profound confession,” he changed the subject, “What does ‘Serpent’s gall creating monsters’ mean?”

 

“It roughly means having snake gall in one’s body.”

 

Haowei’s eyes flickered gently, a faint smirk on his lips as he calmly replied, “Oh, I killed the Torch Snake back then and swallowed its gall. By that standard, your fated one is still me.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

Seeing Si Lan’s skeptical gaze, Haowei pointed to his own heart, saying, “My spiritual center has been affected by demonic energy, a result of an injury to my spiritual core that has yet to dissipate.”

 

“…” Si Lan was momentarily at a loss for words, staring blankly at Haowei. He had thought Haowei had killed his fated one, but now it seemed it had circled back to him.

 

“Is that so?” Si Lan’s voice trembled slightly as he murmured in disbelief. Perhaps due to the water being too warm, mist gathered in his eyes, making them slightly moist.

 

Thankfully, during their time on Yingzhou Island, he had steadfastly chosen Haowei, avoiding a decision he might regret for a lifetime.

 

“Mm.” Haowei nodded slightly. His tail pulled Si Lan closer, wrapping around his waist and abdomen, the beastly nature beneath the scales almost revealing itself.

 

Si Lan was still immersed in a mix of joy and shock, oblivious to the anomaly. He reached out and encircled Haowei’s waist, resting his cheek against Haowei’s shoulder. Pressed against Haowei’s chest, he could even feel Haowei’s heartbeat.

 

He didn’t know what to say. Life was filled with inevitabilities and tragedies, but the thread connecting them was beautiful, leading ultimately to Haowei.

 

Haowei’s voice was hoarse as he subtly murmured, “Si Lan, a dragon’s… can’t be interrupted. Otherwise, the dragon’s tail will be injured.”

 

Si Lan didn’t understand. What couldn’t be interrupted? The dragon’s tail would be injured?

 

Just as he was about to ask for clarification, the creature pressing against his back shifted slightly downward. In an instant, as if understanding something, his eyes widened.

 

What had been pressing against his back wasn’t Haowei’s dragon tail, but Haowei’s dragon… 

 

He hadn’t expected this white dragon to be so… shameless.

 

His face flushed suddenly, wanting to push Haowei away, but Haowei’s tail tightened around him even more, its agile tip like a hand, teasing his sensitive skin.

 

“It’ll be over soon,” Haowei murmured.

 

In bed, a man’s words could be true or false.

 

Si Lan had read many books and encountered many summaries, but in practice, he ended up believing the other’s nonsense with a frown, asking, “Will the dragon tail really be injured?”

 

“Mm, if the essence can’t be released, it will rush to the dragon’s tail, causing it harm.” Haowei made up.

 

Thinking of Haowei’s dragon tail being injured, Si Lan furrowed his brow. He knew that some monsters could indeed be harmed if they couldn’t vent, but he didn’t know real dragons were like this. He felt a bit shy and nervous. When he reached back and held the dragon creature, his arm trembled slightly.

 

Just this touch scared him.

 

It was too frightening.

 

Completely not like a normal person.

 

Indeed, Haowei’s lower half had transformed into a dragon tail, which was several times larger than a human form, making the dragon creature much larger too. It took both of Si Lan’s hands just to hold onto it.

 

Sensing the unusual warmth and shape, Si Lan guessed it might truly harm fundamentally, hesitating briefly before gently moving his fingers.

 

Haowei’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as his hands, resting on the pool’s edge, involuntarily fell onto Si Lan’s waist, seeming to both restrain and encourage him.

 

Si Lan never imagined he’d one day be helping someone like this.

 

He thought, his head must be addled from soaking in the bath. Though muttering this to himself, his actions became urgent, causing Haowei to emit a muffled groan, whether from pain or something else, which sounded incredibly pleasing and magnetic to Si Lan’s ears.

 

He had only intended to glance up at him, but with blurry eyes and flushed cheeks, Haowei couldn’t resist grasping the nape of Si Lan’s neck, pressing his lips against Si Lan’s.

 

Si Lan froze, his movements halted. The dragon creature, displeased, nudged his palm, seeking assistance. Si Lan couldn’t help but wryly smile as he responded to Haowei’s kiss while managing the situation with the dragon creature.

 

Estimating a normal person’s endurance, Si Lan assumed Haowei was nearly at his limit. Yet, to his surprise, Haowei’s hand was still cramping, and the dragon creature remained unsatisfied.

 

Feeling anxious, Si Lan decided to playfully provoke Haowei during the kiss.

 

Haowei, being youthful and spirited, responded eagerly. Soon after, Si Lan collapsed exhausted into Haowei’s arms, thinking everything was done, only for Haowei to speak up again.

 

“There’s one more thing.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

He might as well just kill him.

 

Perhaps fearing Si Lan’s disbelief, Haowei held his hand and dipped it into the water, his voice a mix of coaxing and seriousness amid the mist, “Si Lan, help me again. Or if you’re tired, you don’t need to move; I can…”

 

Si Lan quickly interrupted, “I’m fine.” He was afraid of losing control to someone else, which might lead to more than just helping out.

 

Haowei said nothing, lips slightly pursed, head leaning against him.

 

In the depths of emotion, Haowei suddenly found it hard to restrain himself, “Si Lan, you smell so good.” So good that he wanted to swallow Si Lan whole, to keep him forever on his tongue.

 

Si Lan was unaware of any scent on himself. Upon hearing this, he blushed deeply and murmured softly, “What nonsense are you talking about?” How could a man like him smell fragrant?

 

Haowei buried his head in Si Lan’s neck and muttered, “Really fragrant.”

 

“…,” Si Lan fell silent.

 

Si Lan stopped arguing with him and only wanted to quickly finish what he was doing. In his heart, he complained about fate. He didn’t understand why fate would give dragons such as himself double the pleasure.

 

Little did he know, their double pleasure meant double pain for others.

 

He was almost exhausted to the point of collapse by the time he finished attending to Haowei. He vaguely thought that he would never invite Haowei to bathe again.

 

His dragon tail was unharmed, but his elbow was almost broken.

 

In the end, the one who suffered injuries was himself.

 

Seeing that Si Lan was truly tired, Haowei carried him back to rest in the main hall. Si Lan was now limp like a strand of silk, sinking softly into the blanket, looking like a tender bamboo shoot stripped of its skin.

 

Haowei stared at him with gentle indulgence in his eyes.

 

So easy to deceive.

 

Whatever he said, Si Lan believed it, foolishly cute.

 

If only he had known how easy it was to deceive… Haowei’s throat moved slightly, a hint of something sinister fleeting across his eyes. He should have dismantled and devoured him earlier.

 

He lay on the outer edge with his clothes on. Just as he lay down, Si Lan turned over and weakly held his arm.

 

Thinking Si Lan wanted to say something, Haowei leaned closer. Instead, he heard Si Lan say, “Yu Wuxia…”

 

“…,” Haowei was taken aback.

 

“I’ve thought it over carefully. Yu Wuxia is likely causing trouble at the boundary between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. We should visit Linglong Mountain again.”

 

“When did you think of this?”

 

“Just now, while we were bathing,” Si Lan snorted and closed his eyes.

 

Haowei’s brow furrowed. While they were bathing, Si Lan was thinking about Yu Wuxia?

 

Haowei’s face darkened ominously. Just as he was about to say something, he lowered his gaze and found that Si Lan in his arms had already fallen asleep. He seemed quite tired, breathing slightly heavily, with faint shadows cast by his long eyelashes making his face look somewhat weary.

 

After a while, Haowei calmed down and reached out to touch Si Lan’s waist. “Wavering between two choices.”

 

He needed to sort out these wild thoughts. Si Lan needed to understand that some matters couldn’t be brought into the bedroom.

 

Si Lan had indeed been deeply engrossed in thoughts of Yu Wuxia. In his dream, he saw Yu Wuxia, but couldn’t discern his face, only a grey monk’s robe swaying in the wind.

 

Yu Wuxia led him to a waterfall in the dream. The waterfall instantly stopped and turned into a giant mirror. In the mirror appeared a new world, different from the current Six Realms.

 

Yu Wuxia’s voice echoed in his ears, “Reincarnation fails a hundred times, and this life you will fail too.”

 

Si Lan didn’t understand what Yu Wuxia meant. When he looked up to say something, Yu Wuxia’s figure gradually dissipated. He reached out to grab him, but only caught a few specks of starlight.

 

From halfway in the air came Yu Wuxia’s voice, “When the Six Realms change, the Eight Cycles must be replaced.”

 

Si Lan suddenly woke up from his dream, Yu Wuxia’s words lingering in his ears.

 

“When the Six Realms change, the Eight Cycles must be replaced.”

 

This dream… it didn’t seem like something he concocted randomly. It felt more like Yu Wuxia intentionally entered his dream to speak with him.

 

He had thought Yu Wuxia was hiding, unwilling to be found. Now it seemed Yu Wuxia hadn’t hidden anything at all; he had merely been playing a game of cat and mouse with them.

 

Slowly leading them to unravel the mystery and forcing them to take the bait.

 

Haowei also woke up, and upon seeing Si Lan’s dazed expression, asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

“I dreamt of Yu Wuxia.”

 

Upon hearing this, Haowei’s face grew serious. “What kind of dream?”

 

Si Lan then recounted the details of his dream to Haowei. The more Haowei listened, the darker his expression became.

 

Reincarnation fails a hundred times? When the Six Realms change, the Eight Cycles must be replaced?

 

Haowei suddenly understood what Yu Wuxia intended to do. As the divine strategist had predicted, Yu Wuxia didn’t seek to destroy the Six Realms but to overturn reincarnation and establish a new Six Realms.

 

For the Six Realms, it wouldn’t mean destruction.

 

But for the people of the current Six Realms, it would mean utter devastation.

 

Si Lan also grasped the meaning behind these words. He opened his mouth in disbelief, “How could he possibly establish a new Six Realms? Perhaps in this world, the only one who could easily destroy the Six Realms and establish them anew is the Heavenly Dao.”

 

Haowei cast a spell, and a three-dimensional map of the Six Realms appeared before them. He marked Xuanling Mountain, Dayong Mountain, Yingzhou Island, and Linglong Mountain on it.

 

According to their earlier speculation, there should be a place where the boundary between the Underworld and the Human Realm meets. Currently, nothing had happened in the Underworld, but they could still roughly mark its location.

 

After marking these five points, they found that they formed the five points of a pentagram, with the Human Realm at its center.

 

Frowning, Haowei muttered, “I wonder what this means? Perhaps only the Elder God, Zhuyou, can unravel this mystery.”

 

Zhuyou, the eldest god in the Six Realms, had been in seclusion for over ten thousand years.

 

He was also the god who indirectly caused the death of Si Lan’s mother.

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Chapter 55

 

Before they could react, both of them were drawn into the illusion.

 

The scene before them rapidly shifted. The foggy surroundings gradually became clear, revealing two thatched huts at the foot of the mountain, swaying precariously in the wind and rain.

 

Upon seeing the familiar thatched huts, Haowei’s heart skipped a beat, as if a hand had gripped his throat, making it hard to breathe.

 

This was the place where he and Si Lan’s wisp of spirit once resided.

 

He glanced sideways and noticed that at some point, Si Lan had disappeared from his side.

 

In the void of the illusion, he was suspended alone, watching the scene of the pouring rain.

 

He slowly approached the huts, and the dark figure sitting on the threshold became clearer.

 

The little fool didn’t know how to tie his hair, so it was simply tied behind him with a piece of gray cloth. His eyes were red, as if he had just cried, and they were wet, staring unblinkingly at the heavy rain.

 

This illusion could make one see the deepest regrets in their heart.

 

For Haowei, the greatest regret was not returning to find the little fool back then.

 

Even though he could break free from the illusion and return to reality at any moment, he wanted to keep watching. He wanted to know what had happened to the little fool after he left and to see the final outcome of this regret.

 

The rain continued to pour, making the huts sway. The little fool, lost in thought, got up, put on a straw hat, and stumbled into the rain towards the mountain.

 

Haowei almost called out to him, but the moment he opened his mouth, he remembered that if he really did, he might get trapped in this illusion, so he held back and silently followed the little fool.

 

The rain, mixed with mud and rocks, flowed down the mountain path. The little fool, caught off guard, was knocked down by the mudslide. His knee was scr4p3d, and the strong wind blew off his hat, which was only held in place by the strap around his neck.

 

Grabbing onto the wild grass on the ground to steady himself, the little fool didn’t bother to put the hat back on. Seeing another wave of mudslide coming, he hugged a nearby tree, clinging to it tightly as tears and rain mixed on his face, making his aggrieved expression barely visible in the misty rain.

 

This made Haowei clench his fists involuntarily, closing his eyes in unspeakable pain.

 

Really foolish.

 

Why run into the mountains in such heavy rain?

 

After the mudslide passed, the little fool used the wild grass and thorns on the ground to steady himself and slowly crawled to the middle of the mountain, his face showing a joyful expression. He reached out to part the grass, revealing a dark cave entrance.

 

Seeing the cave, Haowei suddenly understood.

 

He had come to the cave looking for him, thinking he would take shelter here in the rain, unaware that he had long since left.

 

Haowei had told him many times that he was going to join the army, yet he still couldn’t remember.

 

Well, he was just a little fool, it wasn’t fair to expect too much from him.

 

The little fool didn’t find Haowei in the cave but met the Taixu Divine Lord instead. Haowei didn’t know what the Taixu Divine Lord had said to him, but the little fool didn’t leave the cave that night. He just hugged a wooden doll and curled up as if waiting for Haowei to return.

 

Haowei couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Turning his head away, the scene before him changed again.

 

It was still the thatched hut, but the little fool’s wisp of spirit seemed to be called away, about to vanish. He seemed to sense it, reaching out to grab the wooden doll with Haowei’s face carved on it. But his body suddenly convulsed in pain, his hand trembling as he tried to touch it, only for the wisp of spirit to turn into a brownish light and gradually disappear into the air.

 

The illusion shifted once more, now showing Lanlan’s home.

 

The man who should have been asleep woke up from the bed, his eyes dark like ink, resembling two black jades set in his pale face. Beads of sweat dotted his small nose, as if he had a nightmare. After sitting up, he stayed dazed for a long time.

 

Seeing Si Lan in this state, Haowei’s heart ached again. He wanted to reach out and touch this moment’s Si Lan, but he didn’t dare.

 

Everything before him was just a reflection of the past created by the illusion, designed to evoke inappropriate desires and make him sink into it.

 

When Si Lan woke up, Lanlan saw him and excitedly rushed to him, saying, “You’re awake?”

 

Si Lan nodded, his expression momentarily dazed, “I… was it you who saved me?”

 

“Yes, I’m your savior. You must… promise me one thing.”

 

“Alright.”

 

“I want you to marry me.”

 

Haowei saw Si Lan fall silent for a moment before slowly nodding, “Okay.”

 

The next moment was the wedding day. Si Lan was dressed in a red wedding robe, his hair tied up high with a jade crown, looking exquisitely handsome. Though he was a demonic cultivator, his aura was unmatched.

 

Haowei’s eyes stung at the sight. Clearly… it was he who had saved him and raised him for so long, yet upon waking, he was marrying another woman!

 

Moreover, he had married that woman three times, entangled for hundreds of years!

 

The more Haowei thought about it, the angrier he became, not noticing the flaw in the illusion. His eyes remained fixed on the scene where Si Lan, holding the bride’s hand, slowly walked towards the hall.

 

The officiant was chanting, “First bow to heaven and earth…”

 

“Second bow to the parents…”

 

“Husband and wife bow to each other…”

 

Haowei felt overwhelmed by the sea of red, so glaringly bright. As he reached out to cast a spell to destroy everything before him, his wrist was suddenly grasped. Turning around, he saw another Si Lan appear beside him.

 

Si Lan glanced at the scene in the illusion, frowned, and said to Haowei, “This is fake. Can’t you tell?”

 

Si Lan had also fallen into an illusion earlier, reliving the day he failed to save Luo Hui. However, he had easily seen through the illusion and escaped, finding Haowei only to see this scene now.

 

Haowei’s breath slightly restrained, he remained silent for a while before saying, “Fake?”

 

“Mhm, I didn’t marry Lanlan in the mortal realm.” The earlier illusion might have been real, but the latter part was fake, clearly meant to mess with Haowei’s mind.

 

“Then in the demon realm? You and her…” Haowei’s words stopped abruptly, his dark eyes staring at Si Lan.

 

Si Lan recalled that when Haowei was still a little white dragon, he had already explained this to him, but he didn’t expect him to still be fixated on it now.

 

He glanced at Haowei and vaguely saw a trace of black energy pass over Haowei’s forehead. Startled, he looked again carefully but saw nothing, thinking he might have imagined it.

 

He looked away and, while breaking the illusion, said, “Although Lanlan and I reached the marriage contract stage in the demon realm, something always went wrong right before the wedding night.” He felt wronged; he did nothing, yet ended up with three ex-wives.

 

Haowei remained noncommittal, his face still gloomy.

 

After Si Lan broke the illusion, the scene quickly returned to its original state. The dispersed demonic energy gathered again, filling most of the sky.

 

How strange, how did the Swastika formation break?

 

Haowei’s eyes sharpened, and he drew his long sword. At that moment, his heart was filled with a deep gloom. Encountering this lingering demonic energy gave him a chance to vent. His movements were swift, and his sword aura was like a stream of arrows, slicing the demonic energy into pieces. The pained screeches of the forming demon could be faintly heard.

 

Determined to be ruthless, even after dispersing the demonic energy, Haowei still wasn’t satisfied. He swung his sword again, slicing the tops off fifty-eight mountains. Thick smoke billowed instantly, and the terrified roars of the suppressed beasts echoed from the mountains below.

 

Si Lan looked at Haowei and seemed to see a trace of dark energy between his brows again. Just as he was about to speak, it disappeared.

 

Haowei sheathed his sword and placed the Demon Suppression Formation on the mountain peak. The beasts’ voices disappeared instantly.

 

Si Lan sensed something was wrong. Haowei’s emotions were very unstable; did the scene in the illusion affect him that much?

 

He had already explained that the wedding scene in the mortal realm was fake.

 

He initially planned to continue investigating Yuwuxia’s affairs but, seeing this situation, suggested they return to the demon realm to rest and let Haowei calm down a bit.

 

Haowei didn’t respond.

 

Along the way, Haowei remained silent, a nameless rage and resentment brewing within him. His mind kept replaying the scene of Si Lan and Lanlan’s wedding.

 

If it weren’t for him being the true dragon’s son, anyone who stole his luck and fate would face divine retribution. Si Lan and Lanlan would have long been together, sweetly in love.

 

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

 

They landed on Zhuyun Peak, where clusters of golden and silver honeysuckle swayed with the mountain breeze, blooming profusely and filling the air with fragrance, seemingly mocking his irritation.

 

He suddenly remembered that Lanlan’s third life was as a honeysuckle demon, and Si Lan had planted the entire peak with honeysuckle for her.

 

Heh.

 

It had been hundreds of years, yet Si Lan hadn’t removed them.

 

He clenched his fingers, suppressing the rising anger in his heart.

 

Si Lan sneaked a glance at him. As they walked side by side, the setting sun cast their shadows on the ground, long and thin, their sleeves brushing against each other like they were holding hands.

 

Si Lan had no idea what Haowei was thinking, only sensing his low mood and unstable breath.

 

This jealousy was intense.

 

After some thought, he decided it was necessary to have a thorough talk with him.

 

Haowei had always minded his three ex-wives. Si Lan could understand; after all, Haowei, a virtuous and pure man, being with someone who had married three times was quite unfair.

 

He tentatively reached out, his little finger seemingly accidentally brushing Haowei’s hand. Seeing no reaction, he grew bolder and directly held Haowei’s hand.

 

Haowei’s steps paused, his facial muscles tensed, and the oppressive aura around him lessened slightly, but he still seemed unapproachable and difficult to deal with.

 

Si Lan steeled himself, treating Haowei as the little white dragon, coaxing him, “Don’t be mad. When Lanlan asked me to marry her, I agreed out of gratitude. At that time, my mind was full of thoughts of revenge, with no room for romantic feelings. Later, when I returned to the mortal realm after avenging myself, fifty years had passed, and Lanlan was already seventy years old when she married me.”

 

So, naturally, he didn’t develop romantic feelings for the first-life Lanlan.

 

“In her second and third lives, I only met Lanlan once before we made the marriage contract. To my shame, my mind was still preoccupied with revenge, with no interest in love, nor did I think of cultivating feelings with Lanlan. Thus, despite our entanglement over three lives, we only met five or six times in total.”

 

“In her fourth life, she married the husband she lost early in her first life. I was actually quite relieved. If she had married me, it wouldn’t have been a happy union for either of us, as I had no romantic feelings for her.”

 

Si Lan said a lot, but Haowei’s expression remained unchanged until the last sentence, when he finally turned to look at Si Lan, his gaze slightly shifting.

 

“No romantic feelings at all?”

 

“None.”

 

Haowei wasn’t bothered by Si Lan’s three marriages but was concerned that Si Lan might have loved Lanlan or still harbored feelings for her.

 

Otherwise, Si Lan wouldn’t have gone to see Lanlan before leaving the mortal realm last time.

 

Hearing Si Lan’s words now, the gloom in his heart dissipated.

 

But these honeysuckle flowers…

 

Haowei lowered his gaze, his lips pressed into a thin line.

 

Following his gaze, Si Lan saw the honeysuckle flowers and suddenly understood, “Ah, these honeysuckle flowers, I always forgot to remove them. What flowers do you like?”

 

Haowei didn’t speak for a long time. After a while, he said nonchalantly, “No need to bother, honeysuckle flowers are fine.”

 

“Oh,” Si Lan responded, glancing sideways to see that Haowei’s expression had softened. He secretly let out a sigh of relief.

 

Dealing with a true dragon’s temperament was really tough.

 

Like serving an emperor, he had to treat Haowei with utmost care.

 

He needed to find a way to turn the tables and make Haowei follow his lead for a change.

 

At that moment, Qu Ze and Xie Li were walking towards them from the mountain. Si Lan instinctively tried to pull his hand away from Haowei’s, but Haowei took the initiative, gripping Si Lan’s hand even tighter.

 

Si Lan couldn’t shake his hand free and felt too embarrassed to make a scene, so he forced a smile and ended up standing there, holding hands with Haowei, in front of Qu Ze and Xie Li.

 

Qu Ze glanced at their joined hands, his swollen face revealing no expression. “Lord, we and the two protectors have gathered enough jade fruits.”

 

Si Lan forced a stiff smile, replying awkwardly, “Oh, really? Then you and the protectors should personally deliver them to their families and apologize.”

 

“Yes,” Qu Ze replied, lowering his head and glancing at their interlocked hands again.

 

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the overlord of the Demon Realm and the overlord of the Heavenly Realm would be walking hand-in-hand under the sunset. If he spread this news, no one would believe him, and it might even be considered the biggest lie of the year.

 

Xie Li, being more straightforward, stared at their intertwined hands with wide eyes, his small face a mix of curiosity and confusion.

 

Si Lan, too busy to care about what his little disciple was thinking, gave an awkward laugh and quickly pulled Haowei away.

 

After only a few steps, he heard Xie Li whispering to Qu Ze.

 

“Senior Brother, can holding hands like that make them have babies?”

 

“…”

 

Si Lan was speechless.

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan, seeming even more pleased.

 

Qu Ze, half exasperated, half serious, replied, “No.”

 

“But in the stories, it says if you hold hands, then on the bed, yin and yang connect, and in eight or nine months, a child will be born. Just the other day, I heard them on the bed…”

 

Before Xie Li could finish, Qu Ze covered his mouth and dragged him away, as if fearing further disaster.

 

Si Lan suddenly realized that his habit of reading those romantic stories had influenced Xie Li, causing the young boy to “understand” so much at such a young age.

 

Talking about bed, yin and yang connecting—how embarrassing.

 

Even Si Lan, who had lived for over a thousand years, felt ashamed.

 

Secretly annoyed, Si Lan decided that Xie Li must be sent for nine hundred years of compulsory education at the Demon Hall.

 

Haowei, still holding Si Lan’s hand, noticed his flushed face and smiled even more.

 

An improper old demon lord had raised an improper little demon lord.

 

Once they returned to the main hall, Haowei finally let go of Si Lan’s hand. Si Lan felt an immense relief, though his fingers still tingled where Haowei had held them. It was strange—Haowei wasn’t a heater, so why did his touch feel so peculiar?

 

Lost in these thoughts, Si Lan noticed it was late and decided to take a bath in the hot spring at the back of the mountain. He liked to think while bathing and planned to consider how to continue investigating Yu Wuxia.

 

Out of courtesy, he asked Haowei if he wanted to join.

 

Previously, in the Eight Trigrams Formation of Extreme Sound, the proud little white dragon refused to bathe with him, so Si Lan assumed Haowei would decline this time as well. Unexpectedly, Haowei nodded in agreement.

 

Feeling uneasy, Si Lan kept on his underclothes and shrank into a corner of the spring.

 

Haowei, upon entering the clear pool, immediately transformed into his original form. The white dragon swam leisurely in the water, its scales shimmering under the moonlight. The pond was shallow but vast, larger than most lakes.

 

Watching Haowei swim so joyfully without even glancing his way, Si Lan felt it was unnecessary to be so reserved. He took off his underclothes, leaving only his inner pants, and soaked quietly in the pleasantly warm water.

 

The water, meticulously maintained by Si Lan for centuries, not only nourished the body but also enhanced beauty.

 

After circling the pond a few times, Haowei reverted to his human form, seemingly a bit self-conscious, showing only his upper body while covering his lower half with a coarse white cloth.

 

He sat beside Si Lan, resting his hands on the edge of the pool, eyes closed. Water droplets fell from his dark hair, tracing down his jawline, chest, and along his well-defined abdomen before merging into the spring water.

 

Si Lan stole a glance at him and quickly looked away.

 

The mist rising from the water created an ambiguous atmosphere between them.

 

Trying to ease the awkwardness, Si Lan said, “The moonlight is beautiful tonight.”

 

“Mm,” Haowei responded.

 

Though brief, since Si Lan had clarified his relationship with Lan Lan earlier, Haowei’s mood seemed much better.

 

The silence returned, and Si Lan sank a bit deeper into the water.

 

Suddenly, he felt something cool brushing against him underwater. Looking down, he saw a white dragon tail curling around his leg.

 

“…”

 

He couldn’t help but look up at Haowei again. Haowei still had his eyes closed, but two pink dragon horns had appeared on his forehead.

 

How odd, transforming into human form while still showing dragon horns and tail?

 

Oh, he suddenly remembered Haowei had mentioned that his dragon horns appeared when he was angry.

 

Realizing this, Si Lan couldn’t understand what had upset the little white dragon this time.

 

Just moments ago, he seemed to be happily swimming.

 

The dragon tail under the water became more intrusive, the tip curling around Si Lan’s foot. The cool, smooth scales against Si Lan’s skin sent a chill through him.

 

His mind flashed back to something he’d heard during their spiritual cultivation.

 

“There’s another one, hidden beneath the dragon scales.”

 

His gaze deepened as he looked at the dragon tail, his brows furrowing slightly. Only during their first spiritual connection had he felt two, but back then he was so dazed that his memory was unclear. He hadn’t encountered it since.

 

Haowei seemed to sense Si Lan’s gaze. His dragon tail suddenly wrapped around Si Lan’s waist and pulled him into his arms.

 

Startled, Si Lan instinctively put his arms around Haowei’s neck to steady himself.

 

Haowei opened his eyes, his dark pupils fixed on Si Lan. “Why are you staring at me?”

 

“Weren’t you the one getting close to me first?” Si Lan noticed Haowei’s dragon horns were even pinker, resembling two delicate coral branches on his smooth forehead. It was oddly amusing.

 

Was Haowei really angry?

 

He didn’t look angry at all.

 

Haowei said, “The tail just accidentally touched you.”

 

“…”

 

This guy had some nerve. Clearly, he had been teasing Si Lan with his tail for a while, yet he claimed it was accidental.

 

In a muffled voice, Si Lan retorted, “Really? If your tail is so uncontrollable, you might as well not have it.”

 

Saying this, he deliberately pinched one of Haowei’s dragon scales. Haowei’s body stiffened, and his tail doubled in size. The tail fin rose above the water’s surface, with the tip curling gently around Si Lan’s nape.

 

“I’m not lying to you.”

 

Like his dragon horns, Haowei’s tail became uncontrollable when he was aroused. The dragon horns would emerge from his forehead, and the tail would automatically seek out the person he adored.

 

The more intense his feelings, the more serious the problem became.

 

Ancient texts stated that dragons were inherently lascivious, which was not a false claim.

 

However, a true dragon would only lose control of their emotions with the one they loved. Haowei originally thought that soaking in the hot spring would not make him lose his composure, but he underestimated how intoxicating Si Lan’s scent was.

 

That sweet fragrance, mixed with the steam, entered his nostrils and seemed to merge with his very being, gradually eroding his self-control. After transforming into human form, he had kept his eyes closed, trying to avoid looking at Si Lan, which was a futile attempt to deceive himself. But he still lost his composure due to the allure.

 

Si Lan found Haowei’s thick skin quite amusing. When he was a little white dragon, he used to blush easily, but now that he was grown, he had become much bolder.

 

“You haven’t explained why you were staring at my dragon tail earlier.”

 

“Just a bit curious, that’s all.”

 

“Curious about what?” Haowei asked.

 

“…”

 

Si Lan didn’t know how to respond and didn’t notice Haowei’s dragon tail standing behind him, its scales gleaming with a silvery light, ready to move.

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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