Chapter 50 A Heavenly Fate Brings Fruit: In an instant, everyone was astonished…

In an instant, everyone was shocked, instinctively feeling that they had been tricked, thinking to themselves that the Emperor was indeed the Emperor.

At the same time, many people breathed a sigh of relief, thanking themselves for not showing off earlier. But before they could catch their breath, they worried that Yan Xiao might use Jing Yan and his ilk to investigate all the high and low officials, leaving Tianjia Mountain empty!

Upon reflection, the group exchanged glances, their expressions calm, but their hearts were already burning with anxiety, like ants on a hot pan.

Feng Yi rested his chin on his hand, chuckled, and said, "These officials are far too easy to guess. I just wonder, are they just too naive because of the Emperor's influence, or are they deliberately putting on an act for someone else?"

His voice wasn't loud, and others couldn't hear it, but it happened to be heard by Yaoqi and Muyi, who had just returned from winning the competition. Yaoqi gave him a wink, not to scold him, and said, "You really are quick-witted. You never said a word when you were a human, but now that you're a ghost, you're even more talkative."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the two had returned safely.

Feng Yi glanced at him and laughed, "I've been reborn, can't I even change my way of life? I'm increasingly realizing how taciturn I used to be."

The four of them laughed when they heard this. Ming Qi said, "You're like a gourd that's been opened, gurgling and bubbling out."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan Xiao asked, "Jing Yan, you lost the martial arts test just now. Are you convinced?"

During the competition, Jing Yan lost his mind due to using forbidden techniques. Now that he has regained his senses, he is being escorted by two divine soldiers, kneeling with his head bowed, not uttering a word. At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on him.

After a brief silence, Jing Yan raised his head, a trace of ferocity still lingering in his eyes. His hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing continuously from the wound on his back, but he suppressed it with his magic, preventing it from dripping to the ground. Although he was in a sorry state, he still maintained the demeanor of a martial god, remaining composed even in defeat.

Jing Yan straightened his back, laughed loudly, and said, "I lost, so what? What's there to be convinced of! In order to win, I used forbidden techniques and injured my colleagues. That's because I, Jing Yan, am not as skilled as them! But I have no regrets! Apart from those two, the others are nothing but good-for-nothings. If I finish them off, it will be doing justice for Heaven!" Perhaps he was a little too excited, Jing Yan coughed twice and said, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you! But before that, use my merits to repair the things I destroyed. The outcome is already decided, and I don't want to die owing people anything."

Yan Xiao glanced at Jing Yan and said, "Alright. Once you have repaid your merits, you will be exiled to the far north."

At this point, the five men were startled, suddenly gaining a new understanding of the priests. They had previously thought they were all in cahoots, but now they realized that although they all harbored ambitions to seize power, they were not all corrupt; they simply held different positions.

Thinking of this, the group couldn't help but sigh. They said that life is long, but it can also pass in the blink of an eye.

Yun Xiang sighed, "When we first arrived, we knew the waters here were deep, so we kept a low profile and didn't want to get too involved with them. Now we realize we were short-sighted."

Ming Qi said, "To be honest, I've been feeling really stifled these past few days. From now on, let's just accept it as it is and let them do whatever they want. I believe they've already thought things through after this incident."

Yaoqi said, "Anyway, as long as we don't lose our way, nothing can affect us."

At this moment, Feng Yi walked around to the middle, put his hands on Ming Qi and Yao Qi's shoulders, and said with a sly smile, "Look at you guys, the God of Literature, the God of Martial Arts, the God of Seasons, and the God of Medicine. I'll have to rely on you a lot from now on."

Mu Yi snorted and crossed her arms, laughing, "You, the mighty Ghost King, who controls the entire Ghost Realm, do you still need to rely on us? Tell me, what is your purpose?"

After he finished speaking, the other three looked at him and immediately surrounded him, their eyes filled with a hint of interrogation, as if to say, "If you don't give me a reason today, Feng Yi won't be able to leave."

Feng Yi wasn't intimidated, but considering there were so many people around, it seemed inappropriate to say it so openly at this time and place. So he said in a low voice, rather subtly, "I would like to ask you to help us make an appointment with someone."

"......"

The four understood immediately, but after saying "Oh," they dispersed, their expressions indifferent, as if they didn't care at all.

Feng Yi, confused, asked, "What's with this reaction???"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Just moments ago, after Yan Xiao ordered Jing Yan's exile, cheers erupted from the crowd. The officials loudly praised the Emperor's wisdom, though some voices expressed resentment towards Jing Yan. Jing Yan had been a god for a hundred years, known for his upright yet volatile temper and decisive actions, but he had also offended many people in his life.

Now that he's been exiled and will never have the chance to return to Tianjia Mountain, he took this opportunity to vent all his grievances against him.

The shouts of curses and cheers rose up together, drowning out the five people's hushed conversation and drowning out Jing Yan's brief but glorious divine life.

From then on, there was no more Martial God Jing Yan in the world. If there was anyone in the world who still remembered him, it was probably only himself.

After the Miran festival, everything on Mount Tianjia returned to normal. Nothing changed because of the departure of a priest, as the vacant position was quickly filled by other priests. The temples and statues worshipped by people soon took on new appearances, and new stories were widely circulated among the people. The comings and goings of priests became as commonplace as a daily meal.

Ever since that competition, Feng Yi would frequently visit the mountain under the pretext of "meeting friends." Everyone on Tianjia Mountain knew that the new Ghost King and the four of them, Yaoqi, shared an unbreakable bond, which attracted the envy of many. Countless stories about them were written in the human world, and Mi Zhen and Yu Zhi even collected them all.

This behavior lasted for three whole months. Gradually, everyone realized something was wrong.

Once or twice is understandable, but what's going on with this happening for more than half a month? Is the Ghost Realm so big that there's nothing else to do?

Although the Ghost Realm and Tianjia Mountain are thousands of miles apart, for those with magical powers, it's just a matter of opening and closing their eyes. Feng Yi's actions have envied countless people. Normally, crossing the boundary would consume a lot of magical power and be subject to many restrictions, but this Ghost King treats it like his own home, with nothing affecting him.

Everyone was suffering; such powerful magic was truly overwhelming!

Then again, even the best of feelings don't need to be expressed so frequently. Even Yan Xiao joked that it would be better to just build a palace for Feng Yi on Tianjia Mountain, saving him the trouble of traveling between the two places.

Although the crowd didn't quite understand his actions, they didn't voice their opinions openly. After all, Feng Yi always brought many gifts when he came, which were then distributed to them according to regulations by Yan Xiao, leaving no official out. As the saying goes, "He who receives a gift is bound to be swayed," so naturally they didn't say much.

Inside the Temple of Spring God.

The four of them sat together and listed all the gifts Feng Yi had given them over the past few days: weapons, magical treasures, elixirs, silks and satins—they had everything.

Feng Yi sat alone to the side and laughed, "How long ago was this sent? Haven't you had enough of it yet?"

Ming Qi turned to look at him, saying with a hint of criticism, "How long have you been the Ghost King? Even if you are the Ghost King, you can't squander it like this! If you keep giving it away like this, you'll ruin the Ghost Realm sooner or later!"

Yun Xiang also said, "That's right! The Ghost Realm needs to recuperate and rebuild right now. Don't they have any objections to what you're doing?"

As if struck by a sudden thought, Mu Yi slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, exclaiming, "Feng Yi, you didn't steal this from somewhere, did you?!"

Yao Qi raised an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously, and asked, "Feng Yi, what's going on?"

With a "pfft," Feng Yi spat out the sweet syrup he had just taken a sip of. Looking at the spilled syrup on the ground, he shook his head with regret and said, "What a pity." Then, looking at the four of them, he pointed three fingers to the sky and said, "I swear to God! These things are absolutely legitimate, not stolen or robbed, all paid for by me out of my own pocket." He finished speaking with a hint of smugness on his face.

This sounds even more suspicious. Regardless of their status, Feng Yi was the poorest among them when they were young. He had been wandering around for many years, making his home wherever he went. He always felt that money was a burden and that he really didn't need to have too much. In addition, he was a picky eater, so even if he had money, he couldn't find food that suited his taste. Before meeting Yao Qi and the others, he had always been forced to live a life of mediocrity.

After meeting them, he had friends to accompany him on his travels and to take care of his food and lodging, but not for free. His picky eating habits disappeared, he became energetic and capable of doing the work of two people. With a swing of his long axe, he could fight and chop wood, and he no longer had to worry about money.

The four men looked at each other in disbelief, then shouted, "Tell me! Where did you get so much money?!"

Feng Yi chuckled and, without keeping anyone in suspense, said, "I have to thank my dear friend Mi Zhen for this!"

Preparations for this event began long before Feng Yi and the others made their appointment at Zhongwu Mountain. Mi Zhen had always been worried about Feng Yi; he was all alone and the youngest of the four, unlike the others who were already married. As a friend, he couldn't help but consider his situation.

It was Mi Zhen who privately approached Feng Yi. Mi Zhen thought that now that he had become the Ghost King, he had responsibilities to bear and could no longer be as carefree as before. She had long heard that the Ghost Realm was vast and rich in resources, and if governed properly, its glory could be restored in no time; moreover, there would be followers in the future, and its wealth would be immeasurable. However, all of this was unstable; followers could leave at any time, and a ruler should not squander resources. Although Feng Yi didn't care about these things, they were indispensable for his current position.

The safest and most suitable method is to own your own private property.

During their travels, the group encountered some unclaimed, desolate mountains. Mi Zhen personally surveyed them and discovered several that were sure to contain gold mines. He selected the most suitable one for Feng Yi from these mountains and had him mine it. But that wasn't all; the profits would be reinvested in other industries, allowing Feng Yi to use the money for his own survival and also to convert human wealth into ghost realm wealth, which could be used to manage ghost realm affairs when necessary.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi and Mi Zhen shared the same idea. However, their desires were completely different; Feng Yi sought to bravely pursue love.

Heaven knows how shocked Mi Zhen was when he heard Feng Yi say that he had someone he liked. Because in his mind, Feng Yi was someone who would never be associated with the word "marriage" in his entire life.

The usually composed and rational Mi Zhen grabbed Feng Yi's shoulder and asked three times, "Is this true?!" After receiving Feng Yi's affirmative answer, she asked three more times, "Are you serious?" It wasn't that she didn't trust Feng Yi, but she was afraid that he would be all in it for nothing and end up disappointed.

Feng Yi was quite optimistic. If they couldn't be lovers, being friends would be good too. Besides, with these guarantees, he wouldn't lose out, and he could even use this opportunity to expand his network of connections with these officials. Not only that, Feng Yi also asked Mi Zhen to find someone to manage these assets for him, and he would split the profits 50/50 with Mi Zhen.

Mi Zhen had no reason to refuse, so she agreed without saying a word.

But he had one condition: the profit would be 20/80 after the deed was done. Mi Zhen 20, Feng Yi 80.

Feng Yi immediately understood his intention and agreed.

With proper and orderly management, Feng Yi successfully joined the ranks of the wealthy in just a few months.

The four of them finally understood: Feng Yi had not only become rich overnight, but had also conspired with Mi Zhen to keep it a secret from them for so long!

Mingqi thought back to how surprised Mizhen looked when he excitedly told her the story of Fengyi's chance encounter with him at the market and on the mountain. It turned out that Mizhen already knew about it. What a bad friend!

Ming Qi said, "Well done, Feng Yi! We've been worried about you for so long, and you and Mi Zhen have really made a name for yourselves!"

Yun Xiang gave a meaningful laugh and said, "So, it turns out your real intention wasn't what you thought."

Yaoqi and Muyi both looked like they finally understood the purpose of his frequent attempts to curry favor over the past few months.

Feng Yi spread his hands and said, "Didn't I tell you that on the day of the competition? You ignored me then, so who's to blame?"

The four of them exchanged a smile. They had known all along, and they also wanted to see if he was sincere. They just hadn't expected his pursuit to be so unpredictable, and his target was completely wrong.

Yaoqi asked, puzzled, "You like her, but you haven't contacted her even once in the past few months. We can't just stop you from making plans with her, can we?"

Feng Yi said, "Am I that kind of person? I'm going to make those..." He suddenly stopped, looked around, and then whispered, "I'm going to make those arrogant bastards know that you're under my protection. The gifts I gave you today will have to be repaid in the future. You were the ones who supported me before, now it's my turn to back you up." Feng Yi said the last sentence with particular solemnity.

The four remained silent for a long time after hearing this. They had originally thought that Feng Yi was just beginning to experience love and was rushing headlong into the sea of ​​passion, but it turned out that he had considered so much for them.

The quiet, picky, and stubborn boy from back then has grown up.

In an instant, they were suddenly filled with emotion, as if their acquaintance and all those little moments in this world were from a past life.

Seeing them standing there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time, Feng Yi walked up to them, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "What? Are you so moved by me that you can't speak!"

"......"

Yunxiang said, "I'm going down the mountain to provide free medical services in a couple of days, and my mother will be going with me. The place we're going to happens to be under the jurisdiction of General Xile, where they're about to celebrate the harvest festival. She's invited us to attend the ceremony. You'll have to seize the opportunity then."

Feng Yi exclaimed excitedly, "I've been waiting for you to say that!"

Taking the opportunity, Mingqi suggested, "Since you two are going, why not take us with you? We are making this request, so please ask General Xile for his opinion. If he agrees, we will go."

Feng Yi immediately raised his hand and said, "I'll ask about my share myself!"

Three days later. Southeast. Denghua Town.

Xi Le waited at the city gate early in the morning. When she saw five figures in the distance, she smiled and waved to them.

As the five approached, they saw that she was wearing a crimson robe, her black hair was braided into two pigtails, and she wore a red coral necklace. Compared to her appearance at Tianjia Mountain, she looked much more approachable.

Xi Le spoke first: "Welcome to Deng Hua Town. Here, you can call me Wu Lan Nuo."

That was her real name when she was alive.

Yunxiang said, "Alright, then you can call us by our real names as well."

Feng Yi excitedly stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes, yes! You still remember me, right? My name is..."

Ulan interrupted him, laughing, "I know, your name is Feng Yi."

Feng Yi was stunned.

This was the first time he had seen her smile, and although her smile was faint, it had the warmth of sunshine.

Seeing this, Yaoqi gave an unnatural "humph." When he didn't react, she could only quietly kick him. Before Fengyi could react, she said, "We have come here in a presumptuous manner. We hope that Xi... Ulanuo will not mind."

Ulanuo waved his hand and said, "No, it's more lively with more people."

Ming Qi asked, "Are we not too late?"

Ulanuo turned slightly to the side, raised his hand in invitation, and said, "Now is just right."

As the six stepped through the city gate, a golden glow shone down on the bluestone pavement. Lanterns, adorned with grains of rice and ears of wheat, swayed gently in the breeze, lining both sides of the street. In front of the temple in the center of the town, incense smoke curled, and a crowd gathered. The sound of copper bells under the temple eaves mingled with the laughter of the people.

A large iron pot sat in front of the door, bubbling and steaming. The aroma of eight-treasure soup, made of rice, vegetables, eggs, and meat, filled the air, and the children gathered around the pot, eagerly waiting.

Ulanuo explained, "This is to celebrate a year's harvest and to reward you for a year's hard work. Drinking this eight-treasure soup will bring you good fortune in the coming year. You must try it later!"

The five of them readily agreed, and Yaoqi added, "Let's see what good stuff we can get and bring some for Mizhen and the others too."

Ulan looked around and suggested, "Why don't we bring a lantern made by the people themselves?"

Mu Yi said, "This is a good suggestion! Mi Zhen cares most about the people, he will definitely like this gift."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the steward, Gu Si, who was cooking the soup, announced loudly, "The eight-treasure soup is ready! May we have another bountiful harvest next year!"

Gu Si served everyone a bowl of eight-treasure soup. The six of them stood at the end of the line, and by the time it was their turn, the soup was almost empty. When it was Ming Qi's turn, it was the last bowl, still with some crispy bits from the bottom of the pot, giving it a slightly charred aroma.

Gu Si laughed and said, "Young master, this bowl of soup is one of a kind!"

Looking at his bowl of eight-treasure soup, Mingqi was in a great mood and said, "Today we plant flowers, tomorrow we will reap fruits. No matter what kind of flower or fruit it is, it will all be a good flower and a good fruit."

Gu Si immediately gave a thumbs up and praised, "Young master, you have excellent insight! I wish you and your family and friends peace, prosperity, and all things going well."

Mingqi finished the bowl of eight-treasure soup, smiling even more broadly, and said, "Thank you for your blessing. This eight-treasure soup is really delicious!"

As dusk fell, lanterns were lit one by one, bathing the entire town of Lantern Flower in a warm yellow glow. In front of the temple, several shirtless men, wielding long poles, tossed molten iron into the night sky, creating thousands of golden sparks that illuminated happy smiling faces.

The six people cast spells and hid in the distance, watching the scene before them, their emotions also affected by what they saw.

Feng Yi looked at Wulanuo, whose face was beaming with a smile. He could tell that in that smile, besides joy and blessings for the people, there was also comfort and encouragement for himself. Feng Yi asked with a smile, "Do you often participate in the harvest festival?"

Ulano glanced at him with a hint of surprise and said, "I come here every year. As the guardian deity of this place, I should know more about it."

Mu Yi praised, "Well said! It's rare to see someone as down-to-earth as you on the mountain." Having met someone she clicked with, she no longer held back. Thinking of what happened at Tiancai Market, she couldn't help but complain, "The atmosphere on the mountain is bad, and people down below are following suit. Who do they look down on! This place is much better, with its simple and honest people, and a harmonious atmosphere."

The others' expressions changed, thinking that Ulanuo was angry. However, she just laughed indifferently and said, "Women are skilled in both literature and martial arts, no different from men. Those who look down on her are nothing but rats and trash."

Yunxiang excitedly grabbed her hand and said, "Well said! Why didn't we meet sooner?"

Ulanuo laughed, "I was born decades before you. But it's not too late to get to know each other now." She paused for a moment, looked at Feng Yi and the other two on her left, and then said, "Actually, I've always been curious about something. Why are there only four of you among the Four Lords of Tianji, but none of you have wives?"

Yunxiang quickly replied, "We have our own things to do, and they have theirs to do. We don't want to be tied to them!"

Ulanuo said "Oh?" and looked at Yun Xiang, asking, "So what is it that you want to do?"

Yun Xiang replied without hesitation, "As long as I live, I will strive to bring clarity to the world's medical practice. I will practice medicine to save lives, even at the cost of my life."

Ming Qi looked at Yun Xiang with eyes full of admiration, without saying a word, but immediately gave her two thumbs up.

Ulanuo nodded and said, "Your 'Essentials of Life' is quite famous in the human world. However, it seems that it is not signed by you."

Yun Xiang replied, "This book is the culmination of the efforts of three generations. How can I, as the sole author, presume to write it? As long as it benefits people, being nameless is a form of fame."

Ulanuo smiled and then asked Muyi, "And what about you?"

Mu Yi said, "Ye Zi's blood flows in my veins, but my heart is set on the Eight Desolations, and I will never regret spreading the Dao." After saying this, Mu Yi glanced at Yao Qi and smiled, "I only agreed to marry him because he didn't interfere with what I wanted to do. If he dares to go back on his word, I'll immediately reject him!"

Yaoqi looked back at her without saying a word, his eyes filled with uncontrollable pride and doting affection.

Ulanuo said, "It is said that after a person becomes a god, he should completely sever ties with his past. You were born with your old name, aren't you afraid of being criticized?"

Mu Yi chuckled and said, "You can't just forget where your roots are just because you've changed your identity. Whether you choose to leave the world or enter it is a personal choice. If you're the first to do something, you don't need to worry about being criticized."

At this point, Ulanuo grabbed Mu Yi and Yun Xiang and burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, that's wonderful! I've long since grown tired of the atmosphere on Tianjia Mountain. One person with clear vision can't withstand a pack of wolves. Luckily, you two came!" Ulanuo was overjoyed to have found kindred spirits and said with emotion, "In my hometown, there's a folk song called 'Roots.' I often use it to remind myself that only by remembering where we came from can we continue to move forward."

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "Could I hear you sing that song again?"

Ulanuo turned to look at him, while the other four smiled without saying a word. She simply said, "Okay."

Ulanuo cleared her throat, and a melodious, deep voice rang out—it was the Qizhen language she hadn't had the chance to speak in a long time:

Father's Morin Khuur (horsehead fiddle)

Drifting across the grassland

The milk tea my mom makes smells so good.

Drifting across thousands of miles

The wind from afar

Please stop for a moment and bring a handful of soil from your hometown.

Let me smell it

Roots deep in the grassland

The roots are in the blood.

Wherever you go

I am a child of the grasslands

ah......

The wind of the grassland

It will always be blowing on me

ah......

The roots of the grassland

Forever bound to me

The laughter in the distance continued, and the singing of those beside her was etched into her heart. Today, she had briefly shed her identity as a martial goddess, and through the song, Feng Yi seemed to glimpse that radiant pearl of the grasslands, blazing with unbridled passion on horseback.

October 8th. Feng Yi went to Tianjia Mountain again.

A month later, when he saw Ulanuo again, she had reverted to being the stern and unsmiling General Xile. Perhaps it was because they had chatted happily during the harvest festival and become more familiar with each other, but this time, when she looked at him, she had a faint smile on her face.

Upon seeing the person, Feng Yi explained, "I've been busy with matters in the Ghost Realm lately, which is why I haven't been able to come."

Ulanuo said "Oh," not understanding why Feng Yi needed to explain these things to her.

Feng Yi then said, "Are you free these next few days? I'd like to take you somewhere."

Ulanuo assumed that everyone would gather together again like last time, so he didn't think much of it and said, "Okay."

But when Ulanuo went to the appointment, she found that there were only the two of them, and they were going to the grassland that she had not returned to for many years.

Summer has passed, the grass has turned yellow, the branches and leaves of a few withered trees are tinged with frost red, and a few white cranes fly by with clear calls.

As her feet touched the grass, Ulanuo felt a sense of déjà vu. She never imagined she would return.

Ulan asked, puzzled, "Why did you bring me here?"

Feng Yi's gaze was intense as he said, "I think you really want to come back here. And I want to help you make it happen." With that, he raised his hand and conjured two white horses, one of which had a teardrop-shaped mark on its forehead.

Ulanuo was overjoyed and blurted out, "Suge!"

She rushed forward excitedly, hugging the horse's neck tightly, as if it were a lost treasure that had been found again, stroking it tenderly. The horse seemed to understand her, tilting its ears forward and gently nuzzling her face with its head.

Before the man and the horse had gotten close for long, Ulanuo's expression suddenly darkened, he let go of her hand, and took two steps back.

Feng Yi asked, "What's wrong?"

Ulan sighed softly, "It's not Sug. Sug died long ago."

Sug was a horse that Ulano had raised herself, growing up alongside her, riding alongside her, fighting alongside her, and was her best friend. But during a battle with the enemy, she was ambushed and became trapped in the mud. In the end, she managed to escape, but Sug remained stuck in the mud, and even her body could not be retrieved.

She lost her most important companion, which also paved the way for her later raid with a thousand men, achieving legendary status in a single battle. But Suger was dead and could not ascend with her, which became an unresolved knot in her heart.

Feng Yi asked, "Is it possible that it is your Su Ge?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the horse rolled three times on the ground, snorting loudly. That was a gesture Sug often made when they played together.

Ulanuo shook his head in disbelief, saying, "Impossible, impossible, impossible! So many years have passed, Sug clearly already..."

Feng Yi said, "Actually, it never left."

Sog did indeed die back then, but it couldn't bear to leave Ulanuo. It had grown up with her and knew she would blame herself for its departure. But it was now a wandering spirit, and as an animal, it couldn't stay in the human world. It could only wander in the ghost realm day after day, waiting. Even if it couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation, it wanted to see its friend one last time.

Fortunately, it finally got to see the person it cared about most.

Feng Yi said, "An animal's soul is not as stable as a human's; any later and it would have been completely destroyed. Fortunately, it's not too late."

Ulanuo could no longer hold back and burst into tears while hugging Suge. A tear also rolled down Suge's cheek.

"How could you be so foolish! Why did you wait for me... Why didn't you reincarnate... It was clearly my fault for not protecting you... Why..."

Su Ge, in a manner that was both affectionate and comforting, licked her face and rubbed his head against her repeatedly, as if to say, "Don't be angry with me, it's not your fault."

Feng Yi was moved and didn't want to break their warm reunion, but seeing that the sun was about to set, he had to speak up. He said, "It's been a long time since you've galloped across the grasslands together. How about a match with me? We didn't get a good fight last time, so let's have some fun today!"

Ulan wiped away her tears, stood up, and laughed, "Fine. But you'll definitely lose, because my Suger is the fastest!"

Feng Yi mounted his horse, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Who will win or lose is still uncertain!" With that, he shouted "Giddy up!" and rode off into the distance.

Su Ge quickly got up, and Ulanuo leaped over. She patted the horse's back and said, "Su Ge, let's overtake him together!" As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "hiss" and Su Ge chased after Feng Yi ahead.

The two galloped across the grassland in the glow of the setting sun, the sounds of horses running and people laughing echoing across the boundless plains until they reached the red sun on the horizon.

Looking at Wulanuo's smiling face bathed in the setting sun, Feng Yi couldn't help but smile as well, saying, "You're right, you won."

Ulanuo, just like before, kissed the water droplet mark on its forehead and said, "Sug, well done, you've worked hard." Sug would then raise its head high and bark at the sky to show its pride.

Ulanuo asked, "Will Sug be born into a good family?"

Feng Yi paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

Ulanuo breathed a sigh of relief, pressed her forehead against Suge's, and said, "This time, I'll personally see you off." Suge kicked her legs reluctantly, then said, "If you want to see me again in the next life, I promise you, we will meet again. Then, please don't suffer like you are now." As soon as she finished speaking, Suge's body transformed into starlight and gradually dissipated.

"Goodbye, Suger."

Night has fallen, but dawn is on the horizon.

Feng Yi slowly walked to her side, but to his surprise, Wu Lan Nuo suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly. Feng Yi's breath hitched, and his whole body stiffened, frozen in place, not daring to move. He let her hug him, but he couldn't ignore the fact that his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

Ulanuo said, "Fengyi, thank you. Thank you for letting me see Suge again."

Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it was just a thank you.

After a brief silence, Ulanuo asked again, "Fengyi, do you like me?"

It was a question, but her tone was firm.

Feng Yi felt a "buzz" and his mind went blank.

After a long while, Feng Yi gently pushed Wulanuo away and looked into her eyes. A night breeze blew by, but she was burned by his burning gaze, and a warm current rose through her body.

Feng Yi said solemnly, "I like you. I've liked you since the first time I saw you. Although I'm not as good as you, and I don't know how to say pretty words, I'm not going to use Su Ge to blackmail you."

"The Qizhen tribe usually uses curved swords, but you use a gun. It's because the responsibilities on your shoulders prevent you from being yourself. I just want to say that no matter what our relationship is like, with me, you can always be yourself. We haven't known each other for long, and I don't know how to pursue someone I like. If you don't mind, I will spend my whole life proving my feelings for you."

Ulanuo looked at Fengyi, tears welling in her eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

Seeing that Ulanuomei was speaking, Fengyi continued to state his decision: "Although I am now the Ghost King, my lifespan is still far shorter than that of a god. I want to be able to accompany you for a long time, so I plan to cultivate diligently. If I succeed, can you give me a chance?"

Ulanuo chuckled and asked, "How long do you plan to cultivate?"

Feng Yi thought for a moment and then laughed, "I became a Ghost King in just one year, so becoming a god is definitely possible for me, maybe even faster!"

Ulan thought to herself, "Still so unreliable." Just like when they first met. But this time, she knew he would succeed.

Ulano tilted his head and smiled, "Then it depends on your performance."

The following day, Feng Yi sent a message to several friends, saying that he would be cultivating in the Ghost Realm for a year and that they should not worry or disturb him.

Ming Qi: "What does he mean?"

Yaoqi: "I don't know and I don't understand."

Mi Zhen: "Could it be that he was rejected by that female general and went into seclusion to heal his heartbreak?"

"......"

Yu Zhi: "Our Feng Yi's first time liking someone, and it's already failed?"

Yun Xiang: "It's pretty much true. I asked Wulanuo, but he didn't say anything."

Mother Yi: "It's over, there's no hope."

"well......"

One year later, a loud bang was heard in the sky.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; the ground shook and the mountains trembled.

The Fanqing Bell rang three times, its sound echoing throughout the entire Tianjia Mountain.

The priests flocked to the Hall of Radiant Elegance, asking Yan Xiao, "Which new noble has ascended to heaven?"

Yan Xiao remained silent, only gazing at the palace gate with a slight smile.

Everyone turned around and saw that the person who had come was Feng Yi.

"Congratulations, Ghost King Fengyi."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. But I am not here to ascend to heaven to compete with you all for a position. I will remain the Ghost King, and I have come here for only one person."

Yan Xiao asked, "Who is that person?"

Before Feng Yi could answer, Wu Lannuo stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the person he was talking about is me."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, thinking, "What's going on?! We've heard that the Ghost King and Xi Le are at odds. Could the Ghost King have ascended to immortality for revenge?!"

Ulanuo said, "Your Majesty, Fengyi and I are in love, and I want to marry him."

"......"

Yan Xiao said, "Feng Yi, is this your purpose?"

Feng Yi said, "That's right, I want to marry her."

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yan Xiao smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Immortals are free to marry, as long as it does not harm the common people, there are no restrictions. Since you have made your decision, then get started on the arrangements. However, there has been no happy event on Tianjia Mountain for many years, so please feel free to ask if you need any help."

The two exchanged a smile and said in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Within a few days, the story of the Ghost King becoming a god for love spread throughout Tianjia Mountain, the human world, and the ghost realm.

The priest said, "Love can shake heaven and earth!"

As the saying goes, "One can become a god for love!"

The ghosts exclaimed, "It's both worthy of song and worthy of tears!"

Feng Yi's wish came true, and he was about to formally introduce Wulanuo to his friends. Mi Zhen hosted a banquet at the palace and specially ordered people to prepare Qizhen delicacies that Wulanuo loved.

Nearly two years have passed since their last reunion, and this time Feng Yi brought back his beloved, making it even more joyous.

During the meal, Mi Zhen joked, "I never thought that the iron tree that has been growing for so long would bloom again, and still be so amazing."

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "How did I become ten thousand years old?"

Ming Qi said, "I think Mi Zhen has a point! When Wu Lan Nuo ascended, he was still young. How old were you when you ascended?"

Mu Yi sighed, "Now Feng Yi is settled, and we won't have to feed him anymore."

Yaoqi said in a serious tone, "Why don't we take this opportunity to settle your food expenses over the years?"

Upon hearing this, Ulanuo covered her mouth and smiled. She had heard plenty of stories about Feng Yi from Mu Yi and the others. To this day, she still felt that it was a miracle that Feng Yi, with his picky eating habits, had survived to this day!

Feng Yi glanced at them and said in a low voice, "I finally managed to get this marriage, and you're just bringing up my shortcomings like this! And you still want to charge me!"

Yun Xiang laughed and said, "People already know about your past!"

Feng Yi looked at Wu Lan Nuo in shock. Wu Lan Nuo smiled and stroked his cheek, saying, "Don't worry, I won't dislike you."

Everyone burst into laughter upon seeing this.

Yu Zhi raised his wine glass, looked at the two of them, and said, "Feng Yi, congratulations on finding the love of your life. Ulanuo, welcome to our family. Feng Yi is now in your hands. I wish you a long and happy life together, with unwavering love."

Seeing this, everyone raised their glasses, and Ming Qi said, "Let's all wish Feng Yi and Wu Lan Nuo: 'May you be forever united and live a long and happy life together.'"

May our hearts be forever united, and may our love last forever!

March 1st. The beginning of the new year. The Ghost King takes a wife.

A joyous atmosphere pervaded both Tianjia Mountain and the Ghost Realm. The Ghost Realm's palace doors were wide open, red lanterns hung high, and the hall was packed with all sorts of guests: mountain spirits and monsters, Tianjia officials, and even mortals like Mi Zhen and Yu Zhi. Each of them wore a smile, exchanging congratulations, their laughter ringing out.

Tianjia Mountain Xile Palace.

Dressed in a magnificent wedding gown, Ulanuo sat before the mirror, where her fairy attendants had already finished her makeup.

Yunxiang and Muyi, holding the red veil and the red-feathered arrow, asked, "Ulanuo, are you ready?"

Ulano smiled and nodded, saying, "Ready."

Yunxiang put a red veil on her head, and Muyi placed a red feathered arrow, which was a token of their love, in her hand. The two of them helped her out of the main hall.

Outside the palace, a red sedan chair stood to one side, its curtains swaying gently in the wind. The sound of gongs and drums rose, divine birds sang in unison, and celestial attendants standing on either side showered down a shower of flower petals.

Dressed in wedding attire, Feng Yi took her hand and said with a smile, "Ulanuo, I've come to marry you."

A smile that lingered on his lips beneath the red veil.

The wedding sedan chair traveled from Tianjia Mountain all the way to the Ghost Realm, accompanied by continuous singing, dancing, and laughter.

Within the Thousand Water Palace of the Ghost Realm, guests presented their congratulatory gifts, especially the high-ranking officials. They truly always wanted to outdo each other, no matter where they went. The gifts they brought alone filled three grand halls, far exceeding what Feng Yi had given them years ago.

The little devils led the guests to their seats, moving among them with wine jugs and fruit platters, busy as bees.

The couple completed the ceremony in front of everyone, exchanged tokens of love, and then entered the bridal chamber amidst a crowd of cheers.

But Feng Yi turned away those who wanted to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, leaving Yao Qi and the others to deal with them. After a busy day, he wanted to spend the rest of his time only with the two of them.

Feng Yi slowly lifted the red veil, and was stunned in place. After a long while, she said, "Ulanuo, you look beautiful today."

Ulanuo picked up the cup of wine beside him and said, "Fengyi, I wish that we will never be apart in this life."

Feng Yi also raised his glass and said, "You and I are a match made in heaven, destined to be together forever."

The two drank from the same cup, making a vow for life.

Red candles flickered, the moonlight shone brightly, and shadows swayed beneath the red curtains, a scene of ecstasy.

Six months later, a ghost officer on duty at Qianduchuan came to find Fengyi carrying a baby boy who was less than a month old.

Feng Yi carefully picked up the baby. The child's left eye was gray, and there was a lotus-shaped mark on his forehead. The infant's cheeks were purplish-red, and his breath was weak, but his little hand could grasp a wisp of will-o'-the-wisp.

Feng Yi asked, "Where did this child come from?"

The ghost said, "It drifted here from the human world."

Feng Yi was puzzled. Why would a perfectly normal mortal baby drift to the Ghost Realm?

Ulan looked into the child's eyes, as if he had thought of something, and said, "I have heard that in some places in the human world, children born with heterochromia are considered unlucky. This child was probably abandoned for that reason and entered the ghost realm by chance."

Feng Yi sneered and said, "This is utterly absurd! To sentence a child to death based on just one eye is utterly ridiculous!"

Ulanuo said, "Now that he's here, we can't just ignore him. This child is physically weak, but his eyes are clear, and he can even catch will-o'-the-wisps with one hand. He's bound to be extraordinary in the future."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi had a sudden inspiration and said, "Xile, why don't we adopt him? It's a son sent from heaven, there's no reason to refuse! I can't bear to let you suffer the pain of childbirth."

Ulanuo smiled helplessly, "Why do you always have to do things your way? But I also really like this child, and I really can't bear to see him wandering any longer."

Feng Yi said, "In that case, let's call him Feng Xi. Let's take one character from each of our names."

Ulanuo held his little hand and smiled, "Okay, let's call him Feng Xi."

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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Here comes a long chapter with over 10,000 words!

Seeing that the collection has reached 300, I would like to express my special thanks to every friend who likes Chunshan! Although there is still some time before the end, because I write slowly, it will not be available for purchase during the serialization period. It will be available for purchase after the end of the series, the end of the extra chapters, and revisions (approximately). So you can rest assured to read to the finale!

Although it's a bit early to say this now, I'd like to say it first: readers who have already started paying for this book are advised to unlock it chapter by chapter. If you don't like it in the middle, you can drop it at any time. However, because the timeline of each volume is different and there may be major revisions later on, I do not recommend skipping chapters.

I hope everyone enjoys reading and discussing this amicably. I'll keep working hard!