Chapter 174 Extra Chapter: The Divine Lord

Yunyi Shenjun raised her head from the chessboard, her blank and lost eyes gradually regaining their sparkle. Then, memories, like an overturned candy jar, flooded her mind in a riot of colors.

Her beautiful face turned gloomy, her complexion shifting between red and white, filled with remorse and a desire to disappear into a hole in the ground.

She rubbed her temples and looked at the half-cup of tea that had gone cold and the incense stick that had just burned out on the table.

She slept for far too long.

and……

A white-clad fairy maid floated over and stopped at a distance: "My Lord, yesterday the Lord of Changlin returned after undergoing ninety-nine tribulations. This morning he sent a letter of invitation, wishing to catch up with you."

She couldn't chant about ghosts during the day, and as soon as she woke up, she heard Changlin's name.

To talk about Changlin, we have to go back 30,000 years. She and he were disciples taught by the same master. After their master passed away, the two went their separate ways to make a living.

It had been quite some time since they last met, and it wasn't until the infighting among their subordinates escalated that they realized the person behind it all was one of their own.

However, Yunyi doesn't acknowledge this as family; that thin bond of camaraderie has long since faded away.

Their identities were once quite awkward, more like sworn enemies.

Then, during the great war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago, Changlin God perished, and Yunyi was also seriously injured. That night, she dreamed of him.

He said that even though they were fellow disciples, he still thought of her as his senior sister before he left, and that he would come to visit her often.

To hell with her senior sister! She started her training early and was raised by her master with great care. He was five years older than her, started later, and wasn't as talented as her, which is why he became her junior brother.

Yunyi knew at the time that this was him appearing in her dream. After thinking about it, she realized that he had already passed away and his cultivation had vanished, so there was no point in arguing with him about trivial matters. Out of great compassion, she enlightened him:

Junior brother, although you are not subject to reincarnation, even if you transform into wind or rain, your senior sister can still sense you. You don't need to visit me often; go in peace.

Mengli Changlin smiled but didn't reply.

Yunyi considered the matter closed. When she woke up, she went about her business as usual, occasionally taking care of the empty temple for him.

Time flies, and she didn't realize that three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly one day, the people from Changlin Temple came running to her with snot and tears streaming down their faces, calling out incoherently.

"Lord Yunyi, Lord Yunyi, Lord Changlin still has a wisp of his divine soul remaining in the mortal realm. He only needs to undergo ninety-nine tribulations to return to his former position."

These words echoed in her ears. At first, Yunyi did not believe them, thinking that the people of Changlin Palace had gone mad sooner or later.

But after she descended to the mortal realm to investigate, she couldn't help but sigh that Changlin was truly born to be a god.

Alright then, he'll go through his tribulations, and we'll leave each other alone.

But things went wrong. Somehow, she entered into the karma of Changlin and spent ninety-nine lifetimes with him.

With her head spinning, Yunyi kept her lips tightly pressed together for a long time.

Thinking that he had pointed his sword at his lair and almost destroyed Yunxian Island, he felt utterly ashamed.

Fortunately, the people from Changlin Palace reminded her, otherwise she would have really made a big mistake.

Yunyi took a sip of the cooled tea and said in a mild tone, "I won't see him. If anyone comes again, just say I'm not here and don't know when I'll be back."

"Oh, and close the door. No outsiders should be seen unless it's an emergency."

The fairy maid was greatly puzzled, but she still walked out with her head down.

Yunyi called her back again: "Pick out some gifts to send over; we still need to be polite."

The fairy maid nodded: "Yes."

It's so embarrassing. She'll hide away for a while, and once Changlin is done with this busy period, he'll forget about the ordeal.

Also, she remembered that someone had a potion of forgetfulness, a drop of which could make one forget all past lives. She would find it another day and give a bottle to Changlin, and she would also drink some herself.

Staying cooped up in the temple all the time wasn't an option, so that night she decided to descend to the mortal realm, spend three to five hundred years there, and then come back.

She had just left a message for her subordinates and was about to leave through the back door when someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Yunyi turned around and saw Changlin, dressed in black, smiling sinisterly at her. He pulled her forcefully into the Hundred Flowers Garden.

She used her toes to kick his shoulder for leverage, thus avoiding falling into the flowers and plants.

Changlin had a half-smile on his lips, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and he stood two steps away from her, tall and elegant.

"Where are you going, senior sister?" His smiling eyes were fixed on her.

Yunyi decided to play dumb: "Just wander around. The Feather Clan invited me to their wedding banquet. Going a day earlier won't make a difference."

She smiled slightly and said, "I haven't been able to congratulate Lord Changlin in person yet. The Heavenly Emperor said you are very fortunate, and it's true. I won't attend your welcome banquet. If you want any gifts, just ask my people."

After speaking, she turned to leave as if nothing had happened.

As they brushed past each other, Changlin grabbed her wrist, and Yunyi glanced at him.

Changlin smiled and said, "Didn't Lord Yunyi owe me a wish? How about I repay it now?"

Yunyi retorted, "Are you out of your mind? What do I owe you?"

Changlin said, slowly and deliberately, "Didn't you say it yourself, Junior Sister?"

Yunyi's heart skipped a beat as she remembered something. In the life when Changlin was called Lin Yuwan, she had casually promised him a wish. However, the affairs of the human realm were over, and he had returned to his place, so it was no longer a promise.

Yunyi said vaguely, "There's no need to call me senior sister. This is a worldly relationship from tens of thousands of years ago. Why bring it up again?"

He could tell from her downcast eyes that she was trying to brush it off.

"Lord Yunyi has such a cruel heart."

Yunyi's palm was forcibly pressed against his chest. She tried to pull away, but he held on tightly.

His heart was pounding fiercely in her palm.

"Perhaps you're mistaken; I didn't promise you anything."

Yunyi's face was indifferent, while Changlin listened and then said with a meaningful, drawn-out tone, "I see."

After a while, Yunyi said, "Stop arguing, I have things to do."

Changlin, with a cold face, grabbed her wrist, causing her to stumble and fall into his arms. She frowned, about to scold him, but he lowered his eyes and kissed her lips with barely suppressed urges.

Yunyi's body stiffened, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

This is terrible; Changlin is probably mentally unstable after his ordeal.

She was actually kissed forcibly by Changlin. She didn't know where the anger came from, but she pushed him away. When she looked up, she saw his lonely eyes. As if possessed, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him back, but her kiss was even more intense than his.

Before Changlin could react, she had already pinned him down among the spiritual herbs.

He probed with his tongue, touching her lips. Yunyi felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her scalp tingling and her mind reeling. She stumbled to her feet, wiping her mouth as she ran.

Changlin shouted from behind her, "Lord Yunyi, can't you really see? I've always been in love with you."

Yunyi seemed to have heard a ghost story; her steps froze, and she numbly turned around.

"Yes, I fell in love with you at first sight, senior sister. I have loved you and missed you for tens of thousands of years."

Changlin strode closer: "You want to become an immortal or a god, so I will try my best to keep up with your pace. Otherwise, when I die, I will just be an insignificant pile of dust. You will not care about my life or death at all, and you will forget me in less than a hundred years."

He's right.

Yunyi pressed against his chest to stop him from getting any closer, but was also shocked by his words and felt her whole body go numb.

"When you first met me, I think I was only ten years old."

Changlin: "No, it's nine years and eight months."

Yun Yi was stunned: "I'm just a child!!! Are you some kind of pervert?"

Changlin chuckled softly, "Look how scared you are. I just thought you were cute when I first saw you, that's all."

Yunyi got goosebumps all over, but she still didn't quite believe it: "You're lying to me, right? You want to get revenge on me for being put into your reincarnation."

"I invited my senior sister in before you could enter, so how can this be considered revenge?"

Yunyi had nothing to say.

A gentle night breeze blew, and after enjoying the breeze for a while, she waved her hand generously: "Alright, to express my gratitude for your affection, I'll give you a talisman."

Changlin: "I don't want to."

Yunyi patiently replied, "I have magic weapons, and elixirs will do too."

Changlin said firmly, "I don't want any of them."

Yunyi gritted her teeth: "Then what do you want!"

Changlin smiled and said, "Marry me."

That won't do!

She felt a little embarrassed, as if one day she opened the gate to find two chickens that usually fought to the death, with bruises on their faces, sitting together in the coop incubating eggs.

The scene was so bizarre that even the gods who received the wedding invitation would laugh their heads off.

Seeing her concerns, he offered, "There's no rush. We can negotiate for a while first."

Yunyi quickly added, "Communication in secret, limited to verbal communication, I need to think about it some more."

Changlin nodded: "Yes, yes, we won't let outsiders know."

He readily agreed, but somehow, the very next day they ended up in her bed.

Yunyi was completely convinced by his methods, and what surprised her even more was that her senses still remembered his touch.

She didn't want to admit it, but it was the most fitting.

Changlin kept saying he loved her when he was deeply in love, but Yunyi didn't feel anything. The more she listened, the more annoyed she became. She couldn't understand his love. She hadn't cultivated the path of ruthlessness before she became a god.

He came every day for half a month, and Yunyi wanted to avoid him again.

She secretly packed her bags and put them into her Qiankun Ring when the people from Changlin Temple came running over, yelling and stumbling.

Yunyi sat upright at the tea table: "What is it now?"

"Lord Yunyi, Changlin... Lord Changlin has fallen into a deep sleep and has not woken up. His life lamp has also developed cracks."

This was a sign that her lifespan was coming to an end. Yun Yi didn't have time to pretend to be profound. She hurriedly got up and rushed to Changlin Palace.

When she arrived, Changlin was sleeping on the couch, his face pale. She suddenly remembered that he looked just like that when he died.

She held his hand quietly for a long time, channeling her divine power into him. After a day and a night, Changlin woke up with a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" she asked, staring intently at his face.

Changlin held her hand but didn't answer.

Are you going to die again?

Yunyi asked him sternly, feeling a burning sensation in her eyes as something fell out.

Changlin raised his hand to wipe away the clear tears on her nose: "No, it's just that she's still a bit unstable since she just got back. She'll be fine in a few days."

Yunyi felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and sighed helplessly, "Don't die."

Changlin sat up and hugged her: "Yes, I still want to marry you."

Yun Yiqi laughed: "That's right, then tell me when the time comes that your wish has been fulfilled and you have no regrets."

Changlin was both amused and exasperated: "Don't curse me."

Yunyi said, "Get well soon."

One hundred years later, the marriage of Lord Yunyi and Lord Changlin became a legendary tale in the Heavenly Realm.

Despite the probing gazes of others, Yunyi tells everyone she meets, "He loved me first."

Changlin chimed in from the side, "She's right, I love her."

The gods and immortals: "..."

It's their fault for being curious; they don't want to hear this twice!

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Author's Note: [Hugs] It's finished! Thank you all for your love and support. See you in the next book, okay? [Kiss][Kiss][Kiss][Kiss]