weird

Then he pulled up Qingxuan's sleeve and prepared to go down the stairs, but... he couldn't pull it?

Yan Zhu was puzzled. She turned around and saw a complex look flashing across the man's eyes. It seemed like an illusion, so she urged him again.

"Let's go."

What's wrong with this person? He's absent-minded. It's not him who's scared by the Heavenly Lord.

Qingxuan's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the corners of his eyes were no longer as calm as usual. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Are you really not familiar with Tianjun?"

Yan Zhu's forehead twitched violently, unable to understand the man's sudden reaction. She frowned, "I really don't know him well. Weren't you a close minister to the Emperor before you were injured? When did you see the Emperor summon me?"

After saying this, the man's expression became clear. "Indeed, let's go."

Yan Zhu quickly left the Nine-Layered Temple, but what she didn't know was that after she turned around, the man behind her immediately turned his eyes as dark as the night, the look of someone locking onto his prey.

——

The Hundred Flowers Hall had been completely renovated, with people bustling around and a cacophony of voices, mixed with sighs and accusations against the previous Hundred Flowers God.

Yanzhu sniffed. The fragrance of the flowers was still strong, but things and people had changed.

Wujiu hummed and whispered: She used forbidden techniques to trample on innocent people, but it was a mercy of the Heavenly Emperor and the Divine Law Palace that she was not completely destroyed.

When everyone saw the two of them, they all bowed.

"Greetings to the Divine Lord Yanzhu and the Divine Lord Qingxuan."

Yan Zhu asked, "Are there any new candidates for the Hundred Flowers God?"

A palace maid in white lowered her eyes and timidly said, "Replying to the God, not yet. However, the God of Plants and Trees has temporarily taken over the duties of the God of Flowers. In addition, the Divine Law Hall has instructed that all the things in the Hundred Flowers Hall be packed up and collected later."

Baihua is in charge of the flowers in both the divine and human realms. Everything is well-organized and impeccable at work, but unfortunately, she has taken a path of no return and has paid a heavy price for it.

Yan Zhu nodded and waved her hand: "You guys continue, don't worry about me."

After she finished speaking, she walked around the hall, her eyes searching for a certain place, then turned her head and asked Qingxuan in a low voice, "Do you sense a strange aura in the hall?

Qingxuan glanced around and finally stopped at a place far away in the hall, where there was a huge nine-tailed flower.

The nine petals of the peanut are as white as a fox tail, dotted with faint fireflies, making it look very charming and eerie.

Yanzhu and Qingxuan's eyes met, and they seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. There was something wrong with this flower. She found that there was not only turbid air hidden in the flower, but also something else. It seemed that something was pulling her to touch the petals, but this strange feeling was suppressed by her reason.

Yan Zhu glanced at the maids around her who were cleaning the hall normally, then leaned closer to the man's shoulder, covering her face and lowering her voice: "Did Baihua leave it there on purpose?"

"Probably not,"

Qingxuan glanced sideways, the distance shortened. He could smell the subtle fragrance of the woman's black hair carried by the wind. He pursed his lips and said, "This place was empty seven days ago."

"?" Yan Zhu raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling surprised. That day, there were crowds of people and the scene was chaotic, but Qingxuan was able to observe everything so carefully and had an extraordinary memory, even memorizing it for such a long time.

"I'll go over and take a look."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man gently pulled her wrist, stopping her from moving further. "I'll go."

Yanzhu stood still, watching intently as Qingxuan slowly approached the enormous nine-tailed flower. As he took the final step, nine streams of foul air shot out from the nine petals, avoiding Qingxuan nearby and striking Yanzhu in the distance...

"ah!"

The palace maids were so frightened that they overturned the basin of water and scattered in all directions. The timid ones fell to the ground with limp legs and fear in their eyes.

Seeing this, Yan Zhu waved his sleeves to gather his spirits. After the two collided, the turbid air dissipated and disappeared.

This amount of foul air didn't require a change of form, but the strangeness in her heart became stronger and stronger, and her back even felt cold, and she shivered involuntarily.

Qingxuan: "Are you okay?"

Yan Zhu shook her head and glanced around. Aside from the strange feeling in her heart, she felt nothing. "Let's go."

Outside the palace gate, there is a covered bridge on the water. Two clusters of flowers flow towards the other side of the bridge, and circles of light are produced under the glow of the sunset, which is beautiful beyond words. At the same time, the sounds of palace maids laughing and playing can be heard, and among them, a handsome man dressed in light yellow brocade is laughing heartily.

Yanzhu looked at the man on the corridor bridge who was dressed "fancyly". He was handsome but also had a touch of femininity. He was the master of the Temple of Divine Law, the God Guizang.

Even though it was the man who descended with golden light and swung out shackles seven days ago to punish Baihua, Yanzhu still remembered that deep, solemn and cold voice. It was hard to imagine that its owner was the man with the spring breeze on his brows in front of her.

Out of courtesy, Yanzhu and Qingxuan raised their hands and saluted: "Gui Zang Divine Venerable."

Yanzhu raised her head and saw Guizang praising and flattering the palace maids until they became friends. She was stunned for a moment before she realized someone was calling her, and turned to look at the two of them.

"Hey! This soft voice sounds familiar to me. It turns out to be Sister Yanzhu." The voice was full and pleasant, and very bold.

Yan Zhu's mouth twitched slightly, his face darkening as he looked at Gui Zang, who was walking lightly like a yellow butterfly, and said with a wry smile, "God, please don't tease me."

She was abandoned by her family at a young age due to a mutation of her spiritual roots and was taken in by an old woman in the Heavenly Palace. Later, the old woman died of illness, leaving her alone. Where did her brother come from?

Gui Zang just smiled without saying anything. Seeing Qingxuan beside her, he grinned, "Lord Qingxuan is worthy of his reputation. He can see into the past and reverse fortunes without suffering any backlash. Without your help, no one would have discovered Baihua's secret practice of forbidden techniques."

Qing Xuan smiled in response, "God, you are too kind. If I hadn't had God to back me up, and used the God-Locking Chain to imprison Baihua, the God's golden elixir would have exploded, and everyone in Baihua Palace would have been affected."

When people in the world step into the Mahayana stage and successfully overcome the tribulation, they will ascend to the realm of gods. There are also levels of cultivation that are divided into: Divine Lord, True Lord, Divine Venerable, and Heavenly Lord.

If you want to become a priest, you must cultivate to the level of a Divine Lord. However, even if you have cultivated to the level of a Divine Lord, you may not necessarily be able to become a priest. After all, there is only one job for each person.

However, Yan Zhu was an exception. He was promoted to an official position, but no one dared not to call him "God". This was the divine law, and the hierarchy was clear.

Gui Zang waved his hand and said, "You have been in ascension for a year. If it weren't for an accident, with your aptitude, you would have reached the level of a True Lord by now. Why hasn't your cultivation level recovered yet?"

“Let it be.”

Qingxuan nodded nonchalantly, "Now that I have the protection of the Yanzhu God, it won't be a problem."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu rolled her eyes inwardly. He kept saying this to everyone. Was this something worth bragging about? This person didn't seem to be in a hurry to recover his cultivation.

Yan Zhu looked at Gui Zang and asked, "Has Jin Huang returned from his travels?"

Jinhuang and Guizang are ancient gods, who lived more than a thousand years older than her. She was bullied by Siyou and others before, and it was Jinhuang who always protected her.

Yan Zhu also got to know the Lord Guizang through Jin Huang, but they had met a few times and were not familiar with each other.

Gui Zang was about to speak when he heard a bright female voice coming from the other end of the bridge.

"Let me see who's thinking about me!"

Yan Zhu looked over and saw Jin Huang, dressed in a vibrant red dress, amidst the bustling splendor. A smile quickly appeared on her face, and she waved back, "Jin Huang! Here!"

The woman called Jin Huang took two steps at a time and appeared, giving Yan Zhu a hug. "Mmm, Ah Yan smells so good! I haven't seen you for a few months, I missed you so much."

Yanzhu's smile deepened and she let Jinhuang hold her.

The woman's face was full of smiles, her eyes sparkling. Qing Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at another person, bowing: "Jin Huang Divine Lord."

Jin Huang let go of Yan Zhu and looked back and forth. The man was gentle and the woman was soft. After blinking, she tilted her head and asked Gui Zang, "Is this Qingxuan Divine Lord, the newly ascended god who refused to leave the lonely realm?"

Gui Zang coughed.

Qingxuan: "..."

Yan Zhu burst out laughing, "Look, now everyone has heard that you're staying in my lonely land and won't leave."

The man still had a smile on his face and didn't think anything was wrong.

Jin Huang smiled, "He is indeed a man of strong character, but everyone is betting on when the Divine Lord will move out of the Lonely Territory."

Gui Zang joked, pretending to be unhappy: "With sister Yanzhu, you won't be able to see your brother Gui Zang anymore, right?"

Jin Huang scolded with a smile: "You have so many sisters, don't bother our Ah Yan. What, isn't the Divine Law Palace busy?"

"Let's go!"

Gui Zang waved his hand casually, turned around and walked onto the corridor bridge without looking back, and said in a raised voice, "Sister Yanzhu, if you have anything to say, just come to the Divine Law Palace to find me."

Qingxuan happened to receive a spiritual message from the Black Crow Clan. He put two fingers together and listened carefully before looking at Yanzhu: "Something happened in the clan and I need to go there. I won't be returning to Lonely Land tonight. I'll take you back first."

"No need," Yan Zhu refused, "I have Wu Jiu, I'm just a little slower."

Seeing this, Jin Huang changed the subject: "It just so happens that I haven't been to Lonely Land for a long time. Ah Yan and I will be together. Little Lord Qingxuan, don't worry."

Yan Zhu nudged Jin Huang with her elbow: "Stop teasing me."

After Qingxuan left, the two arrived at the lonely realm in the time it took for a stick of incense to stick. Yanzhu took out the teacup and poured tea for Jinhuang in the same way that Qingxuan used to make tea with spring water.

"This is Biluochun from the human world. It has a lingering fragrance and a long-lasting tea flavor. Try it."

"Not bad,"

Jinhuang took a sip from her red lips, squinting her eyes and savoring the tea. "Good tea. That young man is quite the man of taste. Look at this courtyard, it's decorated so elegantly... the kitchen... and the persimmons hanging on the wall. It has a touch of homeliness. I can't imagine how stale it must have been just a year ago."

Yan Zhu curled her lips and cleared her throat: "Why can't I take care of it? I also helped."

After saying this, Jin Huang laughed out loud: "What are you trying to say? I don't know what kind of person you are. People who are too lazy to move unless the fire burns their butts don't have the leisure time like the little god."

Yan Zhu deliberately curled her lips, her hands moving without stopping as she refilled Jin Huang's cup of tea.

Jin Huang was curious: "Speaking of which, how did Young Master Qingxuan persuade you to be so idle and lazy?"

Yan Zhu curled her lips and said, "He likes to make trouble, let him do whatever he wants."

Suddenly, Jin Huang put two fingers together in front of her chest, closed her eyes and listened intently, then opened them and stood up and said, "My wife is calling me. I have to leave. I will drink this tea next time. You have to let your little god brew it."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu almost swallowed a mouthful of tea and coughed. She said unhappily, "Let's go."

Suddenly, she saw Jin Huang at the door stop and turn to look at her with a serious expression. Her heart couldn't help but rise, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's a strange vibe to your yard."

Jin Huang frowned, then transformed a red phoenix feather into something with one hand and pushed it to Yan Zhu's hand through the air. "It can transmit sound and exorcise evil spirits. Take it first, just in case."

Yanzhu nodded and reached out to take the phoenix feather, which felt light and soft.

——

Ninefold Temple.

Haotian was a little surprised by Qingxuan's return and pointed to the other side of the chessboard: "Sit down. You've been very busy this year and haven't played chess with me for a long time."

Qingxuan pretended not to understand the yin and yang in the words and smiled: "Please, Lord Tianjun."

Haotian: "Seeing that you are trying so hard to pretend, I will give you a step. How about it? After following him for a year, have you discovered anything?"

Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, and without further hesitation, he took up the chess piece and made his move.

"The Purifying God gifted me with a pearl, which saved the Black Crow Clan from a near-death situation, but the crisis remains. As for the prophecy stone, there is nothing wrong with it."

The two were king and minister, and also good friends.

Haotian: "Are you planning to stay in Lonely Land?"

Qingxuan placed a piece steadily: "The mission is not yet completed."

"Yeah?"

Haotian obviously didn't believe it, "Just to find a chance to solve the family's difficulties?"

Qingxuan raised an eyebrow: "Of course, isn't this what you proposed in the beginning, Lord Tianjun? Why do you ask this?"

"Oh, I thought you were enjoying yourself."

Haotian dropped a child and said casually, "Since you don't have any feelings for Yanzhu in that regard, I won't force you, otherwise I'll make you a pair of resentful lovers.

But Yanzhu's divine power is special, so she can't marry into the outside world. It's a good deal to exchange the position of Heavenly Concubine for a Pure Turbid God."

Qingxuan paused, raised an eyebrow and looked at the opposite side: "What do you mean?"

Haotian continued, "I heard that she was engaged to a man several years ago, but he later went to the demon world to be her husband. You also know that when Yan Zhu was conferred a title a year ago, the person who first discovered her divine power was not from the gods, but from the underworld, the Lord of the Underworld."

Qingxuan made a move: "So the Lord of Heaven kept Yanzhu by his side to avoid a certain possibility in the future?"

Haotian smiled calmly.

——

Weird smell?

After Jinhuang left, the whole sky had darkened, and the lights in the courtyard lit up one by one. She didn't know if Jinhuang's words had worked, but she suddenly felt a vague gaze staring at her from behind, and the dark and chilly feeling she had in the Hundred Flowers Hall during the day came back.

Yanzhu called out Wujiu and asked if he felt the same way.

Wu Jiu was suspended in mid-air, the mirror ripples swaying in a circle. Through the mirror, she saw behind her. A pair of lantern-sized eyes flashed across the mirror in a trance! It was the small flower garden next to the kitchen, where the lights were dim.

Yan Zhu's scalp tingled. She gritted her teeth and turned around to look at the flower garden. There was nothing special and she was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly, a "ka--" sound broke the silence above the door. Yan Zhu suppressed her rapid heartbeat and looked up at the sky. She saw a small black crow flapping its wings and chirping at the same time until it landed on the stone table, opened its mouth and spit out a food box, then looked at her with its head tilted.

Yan Zhu breathed a sigh of relief. Although the little black crow's caw was a headache, the strange feeling behind him disappeared.

"Ga—"

Yan Zhu held her forehead and said, "Speak human language."