Chapter 59 Exclusive Possession: "It must never be like today again."

After Hua Xun protected her house in Liangyi Town with a barrier, she returned to the Upper Realm with the God.

The space, enveloped in celestial light, was serene, with the clouds and scenery on either side rushing past.

In about half a cup of tea's time, they arrived at the outside of White Mist Cliff.

Looking at the hazy mist surrounding White Mist Cliff, Hua Xun once again recalled the scene of Chang Hao Immortal Venerable silently leading her away, and her steps involuntarily stopped.

"Hmm?" The deity walking beside her stopped.

Having been banished before, she was now returning as if nothing had happened. Hua Xun felt somewhat awkward: "Divine Lord, this is, after all, the Divine Realm. Perhaps I should go to the Flowing Cloud Immortal Palace first..."

Before she could finish speaking, the deity suddenly took her hand and led her into the mist.

Hua Xun's lips moved, but the rest of the words remained unspoken, turning into obvious surprise.

Is this White Mist Cliff?

It was dusk for the humans, but the White Mist Cliff was pitch black.

The once ethereal Cloud Cliff now seems to be shrouded in eternal darkness, devoid of even a trace of celestial energy; it is desolate and silent.

The peach blossoms on the cliff also became lifeless, the branches and petals no longer swaying, like frozen silhouettes, devoid of any vitality.

On the edge of the cliff, the flower bushes that Hua Xun planted by hand seemed to have been stripped of their color and radiance, with a thin layer of ash covering the flowers and leaves.

The entire White Mist Cliff was devoid of drifting clouds, gentle breezes, and the soft rustling of falling petals; only eternal darkness and stillness remained, like a painting that had lost its soul.

"Divine Lord?" Hua Xun stood in the mist, his chest tightening slightly.

how so?

Whether the deity had forgotten or not, he held her hand tightly and never let go, leading her up the cloud cliff.

The moment her foot touched the ground, a ripple spread outwards, and specks of light gradually spread along the spot where she stepped.

White Mist Cliff seemed to come alive suddenly. The darkness gradually dissipated, turning into a sunset with a magnificent evening glow, and the clouds and mist slowly surged.

The celestial energy that had been stagnant around the palace began to circulate. A gentle breeze blew, and the peach trees and flowerbeds seemed to regain their former vitality, swaying in the wind.

The petals, nourished by the five-colored soil, glowed with a fluorescent light and fluttered down.

Hua Xun stared blankly at the scene before her, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Ah Xun, welcome back," the deity said softly.

Hua Xun raised her head and looked into the gaze of the Divine Lord, who was looking down at her.

For a moment, she had the illusion that the God's eyes were filled with only her.

At the same time, a sharp cry suddenly came from the distant palace, instantly shattering the beautiful atmosphere.

Hua Xun snapped out of her daze and saw a red shadow fly out of the palace, its long tail turning into flames as it rushed straight toward her.

Hua Xun was startled and took a small step back. In the next instant, Liu Huo pounced on her, its sharp beak chirping incessantly, interspersed with a few accusatory chirps.

Hua Xun hugged Liu Huo, feeling both amused and touched: "I'm sorry, Liu Huo, for leaving without saying goodbye this time."

"Okay, I know I still owe you a lot of pastries."

"I will definitely pay you back everything later."

Before she knew it, Hua Xun was able to understand what Liu Huo was saying and responded to each of his words.

Until the fire opened its sharp beak, it was about to gently peck her cheek.

"Flowing Fire." A soft, yet subtly powerful voice rang out.

Liu Huo's sharp beak froze in mid-air, then obediently closed after a while, let out a low whimper, and finally got off Hua Xun.

“It’s alright, Lord,” Hua Xun’s initial awkwardness gradually subsided as she continued to stroke Liu Huo’s feathers. “Gently pecking at each other is a symbol of intimacy among birds.”

The deity looked at her now relaxed expression, his gaze lingering on Liu Huo's feathers for a moment before giving a soft reply.

“Jie jie jie…” Liu Huo opened her round eyes and looked at Hua Xun.

The deity paused for a moment, gazing at her.

Hua Xun understood Liu Huo's voice; it asked her if she would leave again.

But she didn't know how to respond, so she just pretended not to understand and laughed it off: "I've been tidying up the courtyard all day, and I'm actually a little tired."

This is not a lie. Over the past six months, she has added many fun little things to her little courtyard, and it took her quite a bit of effort to tidy it up today.

The deity lowered his long eyelashes slightly: "Now that you have just returned, you should indeed rest well."

"Liu Huo, stop bothering A Xun."

Liu Huo glanced at Hua Xun, then at the God, and inexplicably felt that the god, who had lived for countless years, seemed to be downcast.

Hua Xun was personally escorted to the back hall by the God.

Her room remained the same as before, with the celestial silk quietly laid out on the bed, and her small kitchen neatly arranged in the outer hall.

It was as if she had never left.

Hua Xun paused for a moment, then said "Good night" to the deity before going to sleep.

Perhaps she had grown accustomed to the pure aura of humans, but now, surrounded by the refined spiritual energy of immortals, she found herself unable to sleep soundly.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, she had a dream.

In her dream, the three immortals and elders once again came to the Divine Realm, repeatedly saying that she was unworthy of the Divine Lord, accusing her of blaspheming the gods, and forcing her to leave White Mist Cliff.

Then, Hua Xun was startled awake, staring blankly at the jade dome, the lingering soreness in her chest still nagging at her.

Hua Xun snapped out of her daze when a ray of light shone through the gap in the windowpane and gently pushed the window open.

In the misty night, a snow-white figure radiating light stood out.

Gods need no sleep. The deity who used to stroll alone on White Mist Cliff now stood quietly not far from her window, motionless.

Unlike before, when he wandered aimlessly in solitude, now he seems to be... guarding something.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, the deity raised his eyes and looked at her.

Their gazes met across the shimmering golden night.

Just as Hua Xun was at a loss, specks of golden light suddenly appeared, supporting her and carrying her out of the window, where she landed steadily in front of the God.

"Can't sleep?" The deity looked down at her, a smile curving his lips.

Hua Xun glanced at the dissipating fluorescent light at her feet and shook her head: "I'm awake."

"Where is the Divine Lord? What are you doing here?"

“I’m wondering,” the God-King smiled, gazing into her eyes, “whether A-Xun’s return is real or just a dream.”

Hua Xun was slightly taken aback, feeling that the deity after their reunion was even more likely to be misunderstood than before.

"Do gods dream too?" Hua Xun asked, feigning a joke.

The deity seemed to recall something, and nodded with a smile, replying, "I have had a dream."

Hua Xun was taken aback.

The deity lowered his gaze slightly, landing on her lips, and gently raised his hand.

In an instant, the petals fluttering in the wind seemed to be summoned, swirling and dancing in the palm of the deity. A dark branch appeared out of thin air, and under the polishing of divine power, it gradually condensed into an exquisite peach blossom hairpin.

Hua Xun looked on, puzzled.

The next instant, her hair moved, and the deity took the peach blossom hairpin and gently inserted it into her hair.

His arms, carrying a faint fragrance, gently half-wrapped her, and as his robes fluttered, they occasionally brushed against the hem of her skirt.

Hua Xun blinked blankly, and it wasn't until the deity left that she realized what had happened, and she reached out to touch the peach blossom hairpin.

"Wearing..." the deity suddenly spoke, then softened, as if sighing, "Is it not allowed?"

Hua Xun paused slightly and slowly withdrew her hand.

The deity adjusted her hairpin and smiled, "A-Xun looks very beautiful."

Hua Xun's heart skipped a beat; she realized she understood the God Lord less and less.

At this moment, the Divine Lord seemed to sense something, and slowly turned his gaze toward the barrier shrouding the White Mist Cliff in the distance.

Hua Xun looked over in confusion.

The barrier flickered, and a fiery red figure pierced through the clouds, landing not far away: "I noticed some disturbances in the Divine Realm from the Immortal Sect, and fearing for the safety of the Divine Lord, I have come here..."

Xiao Yunxi's voice stopped when she saw the woman opposite the God-King, and she fell silent.

Because the immortal sects deceived the gods, White Mist Cliff fell into eternal night, and the immortal race was also cut off from divine blessings. Until yesterday evening, an immortal saw a faint light flickering on White Mist Cliff.

Upon hearing this, he came specifically to investigate.

But unexpectedly, they saw the girl who had disappeared.

He even seemed to have seen the deity helping her put on a hairpin just now.

And the peach blossom hairpin in her hair was emanating a faint divine power.

Hua Xun also felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say, so she simply smiled and remained silent.

"You may inform the three venerable ones that I have emerged from seclusion." A divine voice, carrying a hint of divine power, suddenly rang out.

Xiao Yunxi suddenly came to her senses: "Now that the Divine Lord has emerged from seclusion, Yunxi is relieved."

He remained silent for a moment, glanced at Hua Xun in the distance, then pursed his thin lips and vanished in a flash.

Hua Xun watched the fiery figure disappear outside the barrier: "Is the Divine Lord angry with the Immortal Clan?"

After asking the question, she realized that the God wouldn't get angry. Just as she was about to change her question, she heard the God say softly, "I am also angry at my own mistakes."

Hua Xun looked up in surprise.

The deity was gazing at her, his eyes sparkling, his dark hair swaying gently in the clouds.

The words Hua Xun wanted to say remained unspoken.

She saw her own reflection in the god's eyes.

The deity was gazing at her intently and deeply.

Under such gazes, Hua Xun turned around almost immediately, let out a soft breath, and chuckled dryly, saying, "I feel sleepy, so I'll go back to my room first."

Before the deity could respond, Hua Xun vanished in a flash behind the palace's wide-open window and closed the balustrade.

Even through the window engraved with magic circles, Hua Xun could still feel eyes looking at her.

She stood by the window for a while, then finally covered her head and collapsed onto the jade couch.

What's wrong with her?

Why does she keep having the thought that the deity is getting close to her?

Could it be that "wet dream" playing tricks on me?

Hua Xun turned over irritably, and a green purse came into view.

Hua Xun blinked, remembering the soul pearl in her purse, and her thoughts gradually calmed down.

Upon returning to White Mist Cliff, she remained unsure how to interact with the Divine Lord.

This sense of confusion made her uncomfortable.

She was an optimistic person who accepted her fate and was not in a state of hesitation or unease.

Since you've chosen to come back, why make things harder for yourself?

Let's just keep things the way they were before.

Having made up her mind, Hua Xun gradually relaxed and this time she actually fell asleep smoothly.

*

Outside the palace.

Shenjun Jiuqing remained standing still, gazing at the tranquil and beautiful night view, listening to the even breathing inside the room.

After being dormant for more than half a year, Liu Huo was chasing after a fluttering peach petal, having a great time.

The deity came to his senses and murmured, "I think I frightened her just now."

Liu Huo only heard the God speaking. After thinking about it with difficulty, he abandoned the petals and looked up at him in confusion.

The deity looked down at it and said, "From now on, things must not be like they were today."