Chapter 212 Asagiri isn't afraid of hardship, she's only afraid of...

Asagiri looked at Liujing Shenjun and smiled, "But after seeing such a beautiful view, don't you feel good? You know, these flowers on the table are the most beautiful ones that I picked from the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers. I just wanted to make you feel better. When you're in a good mood, your health will naturally improve."

Liujing looked at Chaowu, the smile on his lips slowly fading away. "You shouldn't have done these things."

“I am the head fairy in charge of your temple, and for me, this is what I should do.” Asagiri looked at Lord Liujing. “Besides, didn’t you ask me to come to your temple?”

Even though Lord Liujing spoke first, the fairy still asked her which temple she wanted to visit. Asagiri wasn't stupid; she felt that Lord Liujing's relationship with the Heavenly Emperor didn't seem to be that good.

If she chooses the Heavenly Emperor's temple, the Heavenly Emperor may assign her to that temple based on her own choice.

Asagiri didn't want to go; she wanted to stay with Lord Ryukyou.

Lord Liujing looked at her, reached out and stroked her hair, and couldn't help but sigh, "If only..."

If it was something, then no further explanation was given.

Meeting Chaowu's gaze, Liujing Shenjun looked away uncomfortably. "Alright, go do your work. Don't get in my way here. Focus on your cultivation. If... if you can successfully pass the tribulation again, you won't need to do these things anymore."

If Asagiri were to face another calamity, she would be able to obtain a divine position and would no longer need to serve in any god's palace.

“But I want to stay by your side forever,” Asagiri said.

Liu Jing Shenjun paused for a moment, looked at Chao Wu, and then looked away again. This time he did not speak, but his hands on his knees were trembling.

Asagiri squatted down in front of Ryukyou, holding her hand and resting on her knees. She did this very skillfully, as if she had done it many times before.

She could vaguely recall some of the scenes from her dream. "Shall I give you a back massage?"

"No, this is not something you should be doing."

Asagiri looked up at Ryukyou, but the god simply wouldn't look at her.

She could only say, "Alright then, I'll go do my work now. Please call me if you need anything."

Just as they were about to leave, they heard Lord Liujing ask, "How many times have you been to the Wujiu Sword?"

Asagiri counted and held up three fingers to Ryukyou, “Three times.”

Speaking of what happened last time, Asagiri said, "I remember the Wujiu Sword was clearly loosened, but I couldn't pull it out. It's really strange."

"The Sword of No Blame has become loose?" Lord Liujing murmured.

"Yes, I'm sure it was loose at the time, but I don't know why I couldn't pull it out."

Lord Liujing stood with his hands behind his back and sighed, "Is this truly the will of Heaven?"

"What divine will?"

Lord Liujing didn't say much, only instructing, "Practice your magic more, so you don't fail when you face the tribulation. My temple has no need for useless people."

Upon hearing this, Asagiri turned around and smiled, "I know, I definitely won't let you down."

Asagi kept Liujing Shenjun's words firmly in mind and cultivated diligently every day without daring to slack off.

During this period, he read through almost all the cultivation books in the Heavenly Book Pavilion, from the teachings of the Nine Immortal Masters to later asking questions about his doubts.

At worst, she would shamelessly ask Lord Liujing for guidance. Although the Lord was always cold and indifferent, he would patiently help her resolve any doubts she had.

Asagiri's progress is truly visible to the naked eye.

Zi Linglu also stayed by Chaowu's side, watching her soul gradually solidify. In the past, every time he saw Chaowu, he would show a surprised expression and praise her for her progress.

Now I'll just calmly say, "You've arrived."

Although she was told that there was a change in her aura, Chaowu still couldn't understand what kind of change had occurred in her that made Ziling keep saying that there was something different about her.

Moreover, Zi Linglu especially liked to take her to the Wujiu Sword. Many times, Chaowu would just look up at the Wujiu Sword without actually trying to draw it.

The sword's cry was no longer as frequent as before; sometimes, Asagiri could hardly hear it at all.

Zi Ling crossed her arms and floated in mid-air, her expression somewhat incredulous. "You say you can't hear the sword's cry? How is that possible? Even you can't do it?"

Why must the sword be drawn?

Zi Ling looked particularly serious, staring at the Wujiu Sword in front of him without saying a word.

Asagiri looked at Ziling, not understanding the meaning of its words.

Although she and the Wujiu Sword seemed somewhat different from others, she dared not be certain that she could definitely draw the sword. Before her, countless immortals had tried.

Asagiri didn't feel that she was any different.

"To be honest, Xuanwu God Lord is the child of the Father God and Mother God, and even he can't pull it out. I think no immortal can pull out this Wujiu Sword."

“Xuanwu can’t be pulled out because his heart is not pure enough. His mind is too complicated, and he is prone to acting on impulse. He does things entirely according to his own whims. He is simply not suitable to be a leader.”

Chaowu looked at Ziling and said, "Speaking of which, you seem to know Xuanwu Divine Lord very well."

Zi Ling didn't explain anything, but directly pulled Xiang Bei back, took a book from the bookshelf, and handed it to Chao Wu, "You are the only immortal who can hear the sword's cry of Wu Jiu Sword so far. Your heart is very pure."

Seeing Zi Ling's hand pressed against his chest, he said with a serious expression, "You are different from other people."

"So, are you praising me?" Asagiri felt that this sounded awkward, but she reluctantly understood that Ziling was praising her.

It's probably a compliment to her naivety, that's probably it.

Uncertain in her heart, she looked up at the sky again, "Is that so?"

If you think it is, then it is.

Xiang Bei couldn't understand what Zi Ling meant, as he was talking in a cryptic way.

Moreover, Zi Ling was unusually different today. When Xiang Bei and Chao Wu were talking earlier, Zi Ling looked completely bewildered and her state was impossible to discern.

Today, Zi Ling's gaze indeed fell directly on the barrage of comments generated by Xiang Bei's words.

His gaze was exceptionally sharp, making Xiang Bei break out in a cold sweat. But wait, Xiang Bei touched her back; in her current state, she shouldn't be sweating.

She waved her hand in front of Zi Ling, but Zi Ling suddenly looked away.

"Master, don't you think this spirit seems to be able to see us?"

"No, the data doesn't show that it can see us."

For the first time, Xiang Bei began to doubt the system's data; Zi Ling's gaze had clearly been fixed on her just now.

"Host, how could you doubt me? We've known each other for so long, haven't we? What happened to the trust between us?"

Xiang Bei pressed the system button. "Okay, okay, don't be angry. I didn't say anything to you."

Asagiri was unaware of these things. She picked up the book given to her by the spirit and began to read. She did not slack off in her daily cultivation. However, the spirit was no longer like before, hiding in the bookmark when it was not busy.

Sometimes he'll say inexplicable things.

To be honest, ever since the Wujiu Sword loosened, Ziling's reaction has been a bit off; she doesn't seem as lively as before.

"Aren't you Zi Linglu? Are you an imposter?" Chaowu had too many questions in her mind, and suddenly leaned close to Zi Linglu and said.

She just wanted to bluff Zi Ling, but unexpectedly Zi Ling suddenly looked up at her without saying a word. Her calm gaze made Chao Wu feel a little flustered.

"Never mind, maybe I made a mistake."

Xiang Bei covered her face.

You're such a coward.

Asagiri didn't feel guilty at all. "No, I'm just being observant."

Xiang Bei raised her hand and tapped Chao Wu on the forehead.

[Do as you please, but don't forget to cultivate, future God of Morning Mist.]

On the path of cultivation, Asagiri is quite self-disciplined; she cultivates on her own without being urged by others.

After a hundred years of responding to the third tribulation, she went from being the fairy in charge of the temple of the God of Liujing to becoming the Morning Mist Goddess in the mouths of the immortals.

Chaowu's cultivation level improved so quickly that it shocked all the immortals. Some even asked Chaowu how to cultivate so rapidly.

Asagiri was naturally generous in sharing her insights with everyone.

Besides cultivation, he didn't forget to write his own stories. At that time, he had to face a tribulation, which caused the serialized works of Chaowu to be put on hold. Immortal Lord Chenyi was being urged by so many immortals that they were practically wearing down his doorstep.

Like Ryukyou, Asagiri dislikes crowds.

Aside from the Heavenly Book Pavilion, the only place where you can see her is at the Hundred Flower Fairy's place.

Even though those immortals knew that Chaowu was in Liujing God Lord's temple, they dared not come to disturb Liujing God Lord.

Asagiri's magical power has improved considerably, and over the centuries, she has adorned Liujing's once austere temple with vibrant flowers. The empty temple has also been filled with many new things by Asagiri.

Besides that, the place Asagiri frequented most was the Medicine King's place. She learned some medical skills from the Medicine King and then treated Lord Ryukyou.

Under Chaowu's care, Liujing Shenjun's complexion improved considerably, and he stopped coughing up blood.

Actually, Asagiri really wanted to ask the god why he was coughing so badly.

But when I asked, all they said were old wounds, and it's always been like this; I've long been used to it.

Over the past few centuries, Lord Ryukyou would always be away from the temple for a few days. Asagiri knew that Lord Ryukyou was going to see her son, Prince Seiyue.

During those days, the God-King would always have a hint of unhappiness between his brows. Asagiri wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how to begin; there were some things she might not be able to say.

Rumors circulated that Prince Qingyue died at the hands of the goddess Shuyue, but Asagiri felt that wasn't the case. She couldn't explain why, but whenever these thoughts became too intense, she would repeatedly see certain images in her dreams.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything clearly, and when she woke up, she was always in tears.

Asagiri couldn't understand why this was happening. She had nightmares before, but since her soul was restored, her nightmares had become even more severe.

She felt that Lord Liujing did not seem to blame Goddess Shuyue for killing her son, and sometimes he would murmur to himself unconsciously.

"That child is so well-behaved, how could she possibly kill Qingyue? How could she?"

Asagiri felt that there might be some hidden story behind this.

But no matter how hard she investigated, she couldn't find a single clue. No one was willing to talk about those things, and even the immortals who knew some of the inside story kept it a secret.

Even Immortal Lord Chenyi advised her to stop investigating, as it would do her no good.

But when Asagiri saw Ryukyou's heartbroken appearance, she felt sad too.

"Xiang Bei, why did things turn out this way?"

Xiang Bei couldn't answer her either. The plot automatically corrected itself, and she suspected every character who appeared, finding everyone a suspect.

There's no way I can say these things to Asagiri.

After Asagiri was promoted to goddess, she should have had her own palace to live in, but Asagiri wanted to stay with Lord Ryukyou, so she never changed out of the head fairy's clothes or left the temple.

She didn't think of herself as too important; she just thought that if she left Liujing God Lord's temple, the temple would definitely return to its previous lifeless state.

The thought of Liujing Shenjun living in such a palace made her feel very sad.

"As long as I'm here, at least I can talk to the God. God, please don't send me away, okay?"

"When did I say I was going to drive you away?" Lord Liujing raised his hand to wipe away Chaowu's tears. "What are you crying for? You're so pathetic."

Asagiri wiped away her tears and stubbornly said, "I wasn't crying, I was just sweating."

Lord Liujing laughed and said, "I've never seen sweat come out of your eyes."

Asagiri continued to stubbornly insist, "My situation is just very special."

Just then, a long, melodious bell rang out.

It rang nine times in a row.

This is a sign that a divine ruler has returned.

In the entire divine realm, only the God Lord Xuanwu descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation.

Therefore, it seems that the one who has returned this time is the Xuanwu Divine Lord, and the sound of the bell is a celebration of his return after his tribulation.

"Lord Xuanwu?" Chaowu was momentarily confused.

It took her a while to remember that before arriving at the temple of Lord Liujing, she was merely a cleaning maid in the temple of Lord Xuanwu. At that time, she was completely captivated by the portrait of the Lord, and even felt that she would be willing to die for him.

Now that she has heard that Lord Xuanwu has returned from his tribulation, she feels nothing. She is no longer as content as she once was when she could be satisfied with just a glance at his portrait.

Over the years, she would visit the head fairy and bring her some things, but they never mentioned the matter of Lord Xuanwu.

Asagiri now desires the position of God-King, believing that with her current abilities, becoming a God-King wouldn't be too difficult.

The goddess is only one step away from the throne of the god-king, but the tribulations she has to go through are not as simple as they seem.

Having gotten used to being struck by lightning, Asagiri's fear of lightning had long since dissipated, and she was actually quite looking forward to the tribulation she would face when she ascended to the rank of God-King.

According to Lord Liujing, it is no easy task to undergo eighty-one tribulations in order to advance to the rank of Lord.

Asagiri is not afraid of hardship; she is only afraid that she is not trying hard enough.

She went from a sweeping fairy who would only stare at the portrait of the Xuanwu God to the Morning Mist Goddess she is today. How could a mere tribulation lightning be difficult for her?

"Your Highness, the Heavenly Emperor requests your presence at the Welcoming God Platform to welcome the return of the Divine Lord Xuanwu," a celestial attendant announced.

Xuanwu Divine Lord is, after all, the son of the Father God and Mother God. When he returned from his tribulation, all the gods in the divine realm would go to the welcoming altar to greet him as a sign of respect.

As fellow deities, besides the two deities who are currently not in the Nine Heavens, Deity Langhua will also be going, and the Heavenly Emperor and Empress will also give Deity Xuanwu some face.

Xuanwu was the youngest of all the gods. When he was born, his father had already passed away many years ago.

He was the child born from the remnant soul of the Father God and the heart's blood of the Mother Goddess, conceived over tens of thousands of years in the world. Not long after his birth, the Mother Goddess also returned to the void, leaving behind only the Wujiu Sword standing at the end of the sky.

Judging from the mother goddess's last words, the immortals initially assumed that the one who would pull out the Wujiu Sword in the future would be the Xuanwu God.

But when Xuanwu God Lord failed repeatedly, they realized that the trials left by the Mother Goddess were far more than that.

They even believed that no one in the entire divine realm could pull out the Sword of No Blame left behind by the Mother Goddess.

When Lord Liujing arrived with Chaowu, all the immortals had already arrived.

When they arrived, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor also happened to be there.

His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor extended his hand to Lord Liujing, but Lord Liujing merely glanced at him indifferently and did not extend his own hand. Instead, he took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Heavenly Emperor.

They walked to the front, and the Heavenly Emperor's gaze swept indifferently over Chaowu, who was following Liujing Shenjun, before withdrawing his gaze.

Chaowu subtly moved closer to Liujing Shenjun. She hadn't seen the Heavenly Emperor many times in recent years, but every time she saw him, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Therefore, in any situation, Asagiri would avoid the Heavenly Emperor if possible. She couldn't understand why she was so afraid of him.

After much thought, she concluded that the Heavenly Emperor's overwhelming majesty was what made her feel afraid. Even so, she didn't consider approaching him.

The immortals behind her also looked up and saw Chaowu standing behind the Heavenly Empress, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

In a daze, they seemed to see the goddess Shuyue who had once stood beside Her Majesty the Empress. But upon closer inspection, they realized that the goddess Chaowu was different from the goddess Shuyue.

The Heavenly Emperor glanced behind him, and the immortals immediately fell silent, not daring to speak again. However, the Heavenly Emperor exchanged a few words with the Divine Lord Liujing beside him, and the welcoming platform immediately stirred.

All the immortals held their breath, and the only sound in the silence came from the welcoming platform. Under everyone's gaze, a figure slowly appeared on the platform.

Xuanwu's gaze swept over the immortals, and his expression paused when he saw Chaowu.

Xiang Bei clicked her tongue, shaking her head and sighing repeatedly, and read aloud the contents of the original text: "The deity on the welcoming platform had black hair and a jade crown, and the patterns woven with gold thread on his black robe made him appear noble and indifferent."

"Besides the Heavenly Emperor and Empress, this is the most venerable deity in the divine realm. At this moment, he stands tall and straight on the welcoming platform, slowly opening his eyes. His pale golden pupils gaze at the gods below, and his indifferent expression highlights his noble temperament."

After finishing her lines, Xiang Bei scoffed and rolled her eyes at Xuan Wu.

Xuanwu, who was outside the big screen, only gave a two-word evaluation.

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