Chapter 36 Sit Here

The old ancestor was determined to die.

Yan Kuo and Duan Jiuyou had a blood feud over the murder of Yan Kuo's nephew, and even if they met on ordinary days, they would never speak to each other.

This man was a man of dignity. No matter how much he hated her in his heart, he didn't show any intense expression on his face. He simply pretended not to see her, and then when someone impeached Duan Jiuyou, he silently handed over a memorial to second the impeachment. The memorial was definitely more than a thousand words long, as if he always carried a "book" of "dirty words" cursing Duan Jiuyou in his sleeve.

Duan Jiuyou knew that Yan Kuo looked down on her, but the merit and spiritual power in her body could only be condensed into a pill by using the Fuling Pill in his hand as a guide. Therefore, she was quite polite today and even stepped forward and cupped her hands to him with a smile.

"How have you been lately?"

Yan Kuo didn't speak, but his eyes were burning with fire. He spread his arms and drew a Tai Chi symbol, summoning a large array of arrows!

Yan Kuo wanted to kill Duan Jiuyou, even though he knew he couldn't, he still wanted to vent his anger.

Logically speaking, the two have a long-standing feud. If we're talking about revenge, Yan Kuo fought Duan Jiuyou to the death thousands of years ago. At that time, his nephew had just died, and he was filled with uncontrollable anger. Now that time has passed, even if he still dislikes Duan Jiuyou, it shouldn't warrant such a large-scale conflict.

The problem is that among the dragon clan members that Duan Jiuyou just scared, there was Yan Kuo's great-nephew.

Duan Jiuyou was unaware that Yan Kuo's nephew was inside. Yan Kuo, on the other hand, believed that she was originally trying to scare his nephew! Otherwise, why would she never greet him, and why would she turn around and be all smiles in front of him after just "establishing her authority" in front of the Dragon Clan relatives?

Yan Kuo was so angry that his hands trembled. He gritted his teeth and said, "Duan Jiuyou, you've gone too far! Not only did you kill my nephew, but now you're trying to make fun of my great-nephew! Are you jealous that the Yan family has a junior member?"

Duan Jiuyou had never suffered such injustice in his life.

"...I never expected your great-nephew to hang out with that bunch of silly royal family members."

The members of the imperial family also felt innocent: "Who did she call stupid?"

"He can hang out with whoever he wants, it's none of your business!"

With new grudges piling up on old ones, and the fact that he had ruined two batches of pills the night before, Immortal Venerable Yan Kuo summoned the Tai Chi Flying Arrow Formation from Huang Chen Palace, determined to fight Duan Jiuyou to the death.

This might be novel if it were something else, but as for arrow formations, let alone arrows, even if it were a thousand or eight hundred longswords, Old Ancestor Duan himself had encountered them countless times.

She wouldn't die, so she didn't fight back, letting the dense rain of arrows engulf her.

Old Master Duan felt he had only scratched a layer of skin, but to others, it seemed like a big deal.

First, it delayed the start of the morning court session; second, it set a precedent for officials to resolve personal grievances right under the emperor's nose.

Because of today's "fight," the Heavenly Rules and the Imperial Law have added a new clause: "Upon discovery, severe punishment will be imposed without exception, and any damage must be repaired and compensated immediately."

Duan Jiuyou is famous again, and so is Yan Kuo.

The scribes responsible for recording the history of the Heavenly Realm were overjoyed. Who said the Heavenly Realm was a place of quiet, uneventful days? With the arrival of Ancestor Duan, things have become lively!

The Emperor said a few words as a formality. After all, both of them were old ministers, and either of them was older than the immortal mountains of the thirty-six states. However, Yan Kuo had made the first move, so he was temporarily asked to go home to reflect on his actions. Duan Jiuyou also wanted to go with him, but was stopped by the Emperor's attendant and invited to Longsheng Palace to treat his injuries.

In fact, her injuries didn't need treatment at all. The Ao tribe had strong physiques, and their wounds always healed on their own. So many people guessed that Bai Yanxing detained her because he was worried that she would cause trouble for Yan Kuo on her way home from court.

Duan Jiuyou himself also thinks so.

“I really didn’t know his nephew was inside.”

Voices could be heard coming from inside the Longsheng Hall, interspersed with the sounds of sharp weapons falling to the ground.

This was a side hall located behind the main hall, the study where Bai Yanxing reviewed memorials. Duan Jiuyou, sitting at a table away from him, was dismantling arrows while talking to Bai Yanxing.

“You don’t need to hold me back. I won’t go looking for trouble with Yan Kuo. I’m too busy trying to curry favor with him to possibly ambush him on the road.”

Bai Yanxing sat in his chair watching Duan Jiuyou dismantle the arrows, thinking to himself that he had never intended to detain her; he simply wanted to see her more often since they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

She seemed to lack the intellect to understand such emotions; after entering, she barely glanced at him, focusing solely on dismantling the arrows.

She is very skilled at this "job".

Several arrows were stuck in his shoulders, feet, arms, and even the top of his head. The arrows were deeply embedded, but little blood came out when they were pulled out. This was a characteristic of the Ao tribe; unless the internal organs were damaged or the root of the problem was affected, the injuries would only appear to be minor.

She didn't bleed much, and the flow was slow. Through the intricately layered robe, almost no trace could be seen, except for the one that pierced her palm.

The arrow pierced his palm, the tip of the arrow congealed with blood. Duan Jiuyou turned his palm over, back of his hand facing down, and with his other hand he gripped the arrow shaft and pulled hard!

A bloodstain was splattered on the ebony table.

There were no servants left in the hall. Duan Jiuyou took a quick look around, removed the last arrow stuck in his foot, and planned to go find a rag to wipe the table.

She remembered that when Bai Yanxing brought her in, there were two maids cleaning in the hall. They came in suddenly, and one of them was slacking off. When Bai Yanxing told them to leave, the one who was slacking off left a coarse cloth on the ground.

Duan Jiuyou buried his head in his search. His skirt was too long, so he grabbed it with his hand and lifted it up a little. The bloody hole on his hand was bright red and eye-catching.

Bai Yanxing took a deep breath; he simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

“Come here,” he said.

Duan Jiuyou looked at him in surprise, thinking to himself, "How come even he's starting to act so disrespectfully?"

Bai Yanxing knew that Duan Jiuyou was not used to this form of address.

He always addressed her as "Priestess," a polite yet somewhat distant term. This was the respect a young emperor should show to a veteran of nine dynasties, but it wasn't the way Bai Yanxing wanted to address her.

There was no one else in the hall, so he was no longer the emperor sitting on the high seat. He had endured for so long without going to see her. Today, since they were finally meeting, it wasn't too much to ask for "you and me" once, was it?

Duan Jiuyou's eyes remained filled with doubt, but Bai Yanxing pretended not to hear and gestured towards the small chair beside him.

"Please sit here."

There is blood on the table.

Duan Jiuyou raised his chin, still fixated on the bloodstains on the table.

Bai Yanxing seemed helpless, and with a flick of his sleeve, he "wiped" away the bloodstains.

This is the most useless cleansing spell in the Dharma. Those whose cultivation level is lower than that of a deity cannot learn it, and those who are already deities have celestial maidens serving them in their daily lives, so they have no need for it.

Duan Jiuyou was completely clueless when it came to magic, having memorized the few basic spells he knew. He was quite surprised to see this.

However, she was not at all self-conscious or embarrassed. She sat down on the small chair that Bai Yanxing had designated, dragging her skirt, and looked at Bai Yanxing.

She didn't know why he had called her over.

Bai Yanxing got up and went to the Treasure Pavilion to get a white porcelain jar. After sitting down, he glanced at her wound and looked somewhat confused.

He wanted to apply medicine to her wounds, but her injuries were too numerous and varied, requiring her to remove her clothes to treat many areas.

He realized he had acted impulsively.

After a brief silence, Bai Yanxing gestured for Duan Jiuyou to place his most injured left hand on the table.

"Apply some medicine, it will heal faster."

Duan Jiuyou was surprised that Bai Yanxing had kept her there to treat her injuries. With a strange expression, she reminded him, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that I am not easily injured? These injuries, big and small, will heal on their own in six hours at most."

—Could his medicine heal her faster than she heals herself?

Duan Jiuyou refrained from saying this to avoid embarrassing Bai Yanxing.

Even so, Bai Yanxing understood the unspoken meaning in his priest's words. He hadn't forgotten her special constitution; he remembered all the differences between her and others.

"I know you're recovering quickly, but it hurts to see you in pain."

Bai Yanxing spoke softly, yet each word was crystal clear. He wanted her to understand his thoughts without being too explicit. But his subtle and indirect approach made Duan Jiuyou think of someone else entirely.

Duan Jiuyou had heard the same words from Di Jiang, but he wasn't as considerate as Bai Yanxing, and his tone wasn't as gentle.

Di Jiang's face was cold, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he would personally leave a hole in her body if she dared to do that again.

He didn't apply the medicine to her that day, and of course, it wasn't convenient to apply it to her chest. He took her back to Zhaozhao City. They were both exhausted. She lay on his knees, dozing off. In her hazy state, she felt his cold fingers gently stroking her long hair, and then his fingers went further down, touching her neck—his hand!

The tender moments in my memory shattered like glass beads with a loud "bang."

Duan Jiuyou gritted his teeth in anger, and in his fury, he suddenly felt that this person was simply beyond redemption!

Bai Yanxing didn't know why Duan Jiuyou had such an expression.

His words had indeed crossed a line, but were they really enough to make someone grit their teeth? He frowned in thought, feeling a bit of a headache.

Bai Yanxing fell in love with Duan Jiuyou at first sight.

Before meeting her, he had never thought about what kind of woman he would fall in love with in the future.

In the battle to seize the heavens, Duan Jiuyou led the Ao Clan to kill Di Jiang in an instant. After landing, he jumped out of the Ao body into a human form.

—It was the image of a little girl holding a red vine staff and wearing a scarlet dress. She was beautiful and charming, with a hint of a smile always hidden between her brows. Her delicate white hands held a red vine staff, and she skipped a few steps like a young girl, saying: "This old woman congratulates the new emperor on ruling the three realms."

She seized the throne, and then personally handed it back to him. He was caught off guard; though he had the answer in his heart, he couldn't quite place it with the person in front of him.

She laughed arrogantly and adorably, as if she could see right through people, and said, "That's right, I am Duan Jiuyou of Earthly Rest Mountain!"

The Supreme High Priest, a veteran of nine dynasties. He had actually heard of her great name long ago, but he never expected her to be like this in real life.

She personally escorted him to the throne; from seizing power to ascending the throne, it took only two days. She was even more overjoyed than he was, and even took the initiative to decorate the palace, embroidering a button for his imperial robe.

Her embroidery skills were mediocre, truly ugly; she wanted to take it off, but he couldn't bear to.

Unfortunately, he couldn't grant her wish to die.

The Ten Emperors' Opportunity: Bai Yanxing still doesn't know if it's true or not. She didn't die, but she's always courting death. He wants to keep her, but he doesn't know how to do it.

His feelings for her have always been clear. Indulgence and affection should not exist in the relationship between ruler and subject, but he allowed it to exist, even deliberately letting it exist. When he visited her at the Earthly Rest Palace last time, his words about wanting to become immortal couples with her were never just empty words.

However, Bai Yanxing is not as straightforward as Di Jiang. He always beats around the bush and takes many detours. If Duan Jiuyou takes today's "I feel sorry for you" seriously, that would be best. But if he thinks he just said it casually, then he will create more "misunderstandings" next time.