Chapter 29 Love is "possessiveness, longing, desire, and willingness."...
Hua Xun was chased by Liu Huo for a full hour.
The ethereal mist of White Mist Cliff churned and surged in all directions, causing peach petals to flutter down.
Even the immortals of Baiyujing could see the legendary divine bird, the Golden Crow, soaring through the sky and burrowing underground, occasionally letting out a few mournful cries.
Baiwu Cliff hasn't been this "lively" in a long time.
Only when the spiritual energy within Hua Xun's meridians became unstable did she stop, panting heavily. She collapsed to the ground with a resigned expression, still managing to shout, "Divine Lord!"
Just as Liu Huo's sharp lips were about to touch her hair, a gentle voice rang out from the side: "Liu Huo."
Liu Huo froze instantly, looking at the god who had spoken, then at Hua Xun. Still angry, it let out a "jie" sound, but then withdrew its sharp beak, grabbed Hua Xun by the back of its collar, and tossed it onto its back, flying directly to its palace.
In the blink of an eye, Hua Xun was thrown to the ground, and in front of him was the jade bed that he had chiseled off a corner of.
The crystal-clear white jade loses much of its beauty without this piece.
Liu Huo let out two "jie jie" sounds and stared at her intently.
Hua Xun guessed what it meant: "You want me to apologize to you?"
Liu Huo glared angrily at the jade couch.
Hua Xun blinked and pointed at the jade couch: "Apologize to it?"
"Hooray!"
Hua Xun paused for a moment, looking at the jade bed with a broken corner: "Actually, I..."
"Hee hee!"
Helpless, Hua Xun took out a packet of osmanthus cake from her purse: "Actually, I used the jade I chiseled off to buy this for you."
Liu Huo's round eyes lit up instantly. He looked at the fragrant paper package, then at her. After a moment of hesitation, he was about to put the paper package in his mouth.
Hua Xun hurriedly backed away: "Then should I apologize?"
Liu Huo glared angrily, seemingly annoyed by her "threat," but her gaze kept drifting towards the osmanthus cake.
Just as Hua Xun opened the paper package, took out a pastry, and was about to put it in her mouth, Liu Huo let out a "whoosh" and snatched the pastry and the paper package away.
Hua Xun smiled as he watched Liu Huo's magnificent figure fly away.
Stepping out of the palace, Hua Xun immediately saw the God Lord still standing under the peach tree, smiling. His robes and black hair floated gently like seaweed in his pure divine power.
"Thank you so much for saving me, Divine Lord," Hua Xun said with a smile as she jogged over.
The deity looked at her, his voice tinged with helplessness: "The osmanthus cake."
"Huh?" Hua Xun asked, puzzled.
The deity said, "No need for a single piece of jade."
Hua Xun blinked, instantly realizing what was happening, and said pitifully, "The Divine Lord won't tell Liu Huo, will he?"
The deity smiled slightly as he looked at her feigned pitiful expression, and golden light flashed from his fingertips, flowing into her brow.
Hua Xun was slightly taken aback, then realized that her spiritual energy, which had been disordered due to her escape, was gradually calming down and flowing peacefully through her meridians.
Hua Xun immediately became happy: "Thank you, Divine Lord."
The deity smiled and said no more.
Looking at such a good god, Hua Xun felt a pang of guilt when she thought about what she had done in the mortal realm.
“My Lord…” she hesitated.
"Um?"
Hua Xun hesitated for a long time, wanting to be honest but not knowing how to start.
She was afraid that the god would be disappointed in her.
The deity glanced at her and sighed, "Come with me to Qingmu Town a hundred years from now."
Hua Xun asked in confusion, "Why?"
The deity said, "Go and see if Fang Qinglian and the spirit fox's offspring will live up to the prophecy."
Hua Xun suddenly looked up, surprised, and asked, "You know?"
The deity looked down at her.
Hua Xun lowered her eyes guiltily, not forgetting to whisper her thoughts: "If Chen Changyan were alive, Fang Qinglian wouldn't have borne him children as foretold, let alone three or four generations?"
God: "Hmm?"
Hua Xun: "Because Fang Qinglian doesn't love Chen Changyan, she loves the soul of the spirit fox."
The deity pondered for a few moments: "Love?"
“Yes, love,” Hua Xun nodded vigorously, looking up at the god who seemed confused. “Besides the great love of giving, protecting, and cherishing all living beings, there is another kind of love that includes possessiveness, longing, desire, and willingness, which is the love between men and women.”
The god fell silent, and after a long while he smiled and said, "Gods do not need this kind of love."
In that instant, he seemed to become a deity worshipped once more, devoid of sorrow or joy.
The faint hope that had risen in Hua Xun's heart was extinguished in an instant, and she listlessly lowered her head again.
White Mist Cliff gradually fell into the night.
Hua Xun was not disappointed for long, since she already knew that the person beside her was a god who was high and mighty, and she did not expect his response.
"My Lord, when shall we go to search for the other souls of Lord Luohe?"
The deity said calmly, "No rush."
Seeing this, Hua Xun knew that the God must have his own plans, so she said "Good night" and returned to her palace to rest.
Liu Huo had already finished the whole bag of osmanthus cakes and was now lying on the couch, dozing off contentedly. When she saw that Hua Xun was no longer angry as before, she was still not very nice. She turned her head away with a "chirp".
Hua Xun felt guilty and didn't disturb it, returning to her own room on her own.
*
After a night of peaceful breathing exercises, Hua Xun successfully regulated her emotions and got out of bed early the next morning looking refreshed.
"Good morning, Liuhuo," Hua Xun greeted Liuhuo, who was still in bed.
Liu Huo mumbled something, opened his eyes, and then closed them again.
Hua Xun stepped out of the palace and, with the help of the pure immortal spiritual energy, carefully incorporated the insights gained from the trial into her meridians. As she watched her meridians gradually widen and her demon core grow stronger, she was even happier.
Looking at the blooming peach blossoms around White Mist Cliff, and the few swaying little flowers interspersed among the peach trees, Hua Xun felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
This territory, which originally belonged to the God, is now gradually bearing traces of her presence.
Hua Xun did not forget the purpose of getting up early. She rushed into the small kitchen that the God had given her and soon brought out two bowls of porridge and a plate of light green bamboo shoots.
As soon as Hua Xun entered the God's Palace, he immediately saw the tall figure sitting behind the celestial curtain.
Perhaps because she hadn't seen the deity on the high platform for too long, Hua Xun was a little disoriented. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and asking, "Would you like some of the breakfast I prepared?"
The deity behind the celestial veil said gently, "Either is fine."
Upon hearing this, Hua Xun placed the congee and side dishes on the desk beside him, and prepared bamboo chopsticks and a jade spoon. Just as he was about to call the God, he saw the divine light behind the celestial curtain dissipate, and the God gradually appeared behind the desk.
He was looking at the plate of green bamboo shoots.
Hua Xun couldn't help but laugh when she saw the God: "You may not know, but when you were in the human realm, the Chen family invited you to a banquet, and you only ate plain porridge."
The deity sighed softly, "I know," and then added, "Unless the clone perishes, what it experienced will be exactly the same as what I personally experienced."
Hua Xun: "Can the God-King's avatars perish?" After saying that, she remembered what Baili Sheng said, that the God-King's avatars only had one or two tenths of their magical power, and couldn't help but ask urgently, "If the avatars perish, what will happen to the God-King?"
“A god’s avatar will not perish easily,” the god said calmly, as if to reassure. “Even if it does perish, it will only damage the soul. After a few years of recuperation, it will be fine.”
It's just that this "several years" will take a while.
The second half of the sentence remained unspoken when he saw Hua Xun's anxious expression.
Hua Xun was relieved to hear this and continued, "These bamboo shoots have a light flavor. I bought them when I was in the human realm. Please try them; they are very good."
The deity looked at the green bamboo shoots and said, "Gods do not know hunger or thirst; it would be a waste for them to eat them."
"How could it be a waste?" Hua Xun asked in confusion. "Humans are not suffering from famine or drought these days. When you eat food, it's not necessarily to fill your stomach. You can also just enjoy the true taste of the food."
“And…” Hua Xun’s eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, “Bamboo shoots are my favorite vegetable, so I’d like you to try them too.”
This was her personal reason.
She wanted the god she loved to taste everything she liked and loved.
The deity watched her quietly for a long time, then picked up a piece of bright green bamboo shoot and tried putting it in his mouth.
The fresh and invigorating taste lingered on his lips and teeth, a flavor he had never experienced in thousands of years.
"How is it?" Hua Xun asked expectantly.
The deity nodded and said gently, "Very good."
Hua Xun's mood brightened, and she drank an extra bowl of porridge.
Since the Divine Lord still needed to temper the Heavenly Soul of Divine Lord Luohe, Hua Xun did not need to cultivate for the next few days. After finishing her breakfast, she left the palace.
After admiring the peach blossoms for a long time, watching the petals fall in profusion, and with the divine lord by my side, I inevitably felt bored.
After sighing several times, Hua Xun glanced at the quiet palace of the Divine Lord, then looked at the trembling flower branches above her head, and suddenly remembered the Divine Lord's long, black hair.
In an instant, a strong thought arose in her heart: she wanted to give the god a flower wreath.
The Wu tribe always protects their nests, and Hua Xun couldn't bear to break the peach branches on the White Mist Cliff, so she simply rode the wind to the peach forest in the Immortal Realm below.
Now she was quite skilled at controlling the wind, and in no time she had landed in the peach grove.
As she picked up the soft flower branches that had just fallen, Hua Xun casually began to weave a wreath. Just as the basic shape of the wreath was beginning to take shape, the ground suddenly shook beneath her feet.
Hua Xun was startled and looked down to see a cluster of orange-yellow defensive magic arrays rising from the ground.
She hurriedly dodged, and a powerful force instantly erupted from the magic circle, knocking her to the ground and sending petals flying.
Hua Xun heard a dull thud from her ankle as her bone twisted, followed by a sharp pain.
It seems like he sprained his ankle.
She couldn't help but lament her bad luck today. She struggled to stand up, but before she could even stand firmly, she sensed a surge of celestial energy in the distance.
Hua Xun hurriedly held his breath and hid behind a peach grove not far away.
After hearing no sound for a long time, Hua Xun frowned and peeked out.
A pebble suddenly hit her left forehead.
Hua Xun touched her forehead, looked around, and found that there was still no one there.
She pulled her head back, and another pebble hit her right forehead, perfectly symmetrical to the one that had hit her before.
Hua Xun covered her forehead and looked around, but still couldn't see a single person.
The faint sound of pebbles cutting through the air rang out again.
Hua Xun suddenly looked up, and at the same time a pebble hit her right between the eyebrows, she finally saw the fiery red figure sitting and leaning on a peach branch.
The boy propped himself up on a tree branch with one leg, the other dangling casually. His arrogant and handsome eyebrows were slightly raised as he looked down at her: "There are signs that outsiders have trespassed into the peach grove. We set up a defensive array some time ago. Today the array was triggered. I wondered who was so bold as to do this. It turns out to be you."
Hua Xun rubbed her temples: "What are you doing here?"
The boy on the tree branch was none other than Xiao Yunxi, dressed in red with his ponytail tied high.
Xiao Yunxi paused upon hearing this, then flew down from the tree, her ponytail swaying a few times: "Why can't this immortal lord be here?"
Hua Xun was taken aback by his question, and pursed her lips: "Then you can stay here."
Xiao Yunxi paused, her face darkening: "Doesn't the Jade Kun Divine Palace have peach trees? Why are you here picking peach branches?"
Hua Xun paused for a moment: "The peach branches of White Mist Cliff belong to White Mist Cliff..."
The more he talked, the more guilty he felt, so he simply stopped talking.
Xiao Yunxi laughed in exasperation: "So you came here to pick it up, but you didn't expect there to be a magic array set up here?"
Hua Xun, whose identity had been mentioned, lowered her eyes, hoping in her heart that he would leave soon.
Xiao Yunxi naturally saw the intention to get rid of her on her face, felt a tightness in her chest, and was about to leave.
Then, as if remembering something, he looked down at her and asked, "Were you injured by the magic array just now?"
Hua Xun was taken aback, recalling how he had tried several times to send her away from White Mist Cliff. Now that she was injured and powerless to resist, it was the perfect opportunity. His expression became cautious, and he shook his head: "No."
As she spoke, she got up and walked a few steps despite the pain: "Completely undamaged."
Xiao Yunxi sensed her defensiveness, and felt inexplicably depressed.
With a simple gesture, a burst of fiery red immortal energy lifted the hem of Hua Xun's skirt, revealing a section of her fair calf and the bloodstains on it caused by the magic array.
Hua Xun was startled and quickly took half a step back: "What are you doing?"
"Not injured?" Xiao Yunxi raised an eyebrow and asked.
Hua Xun: "..."
"Fine," Xiao Yunxi snorted coldly, "This immortal lord is grateful for kindness. Since you saved me last time, this immortal lord will save you this time as well."
As he spoke, he took out a paper crane from his sleeve and casually tossed it on the ground.
In an instant, the flying crane was enveloped by a ball of fiery red immortal power, transforming into a flying crane boat.
"Come up." Xiao Yunxi glanced at her.
Hua Xun hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You won't take this opportunity to send me away from the Immortal Realm, will you?"
Xiao Yunxi's face darkened instantly. With a flick of his fingers, Hua Xun flew uncontrollably onto the flying boat.
She felt a sharp pain in her foot when she landed, and lost her balance. She unconsciously grabbed the person next to her to steady herself.
Xiao Yunxi's forearm stiffened for a moment, then he reacted drastically by shaking her hand away: "What are you doing touching this immortal lord?"
Hua Xun paused for a moment, then realized that not everyone in this world was a god who could tolerate her impolite embrace.
In particular, most people in the immortal sects despise the demon race, let alone be touched by them. It's normal for Xiao Yunxi to dislike her since he knows her identity as a black demon.
Thinking of this, her expression softened: "Sorry, I lost my balance just now."
Xiao Yunxi sensed the coldness in her words, paused for a moment, moved her lips as if to say something, but finally only managed to squeeze out, "So stupid."
The flying boat slowly took off, heading towards the White Mist Cliff, which was faintly visible in the clouds.
*
White Mist Cliff.
After Shenjun Jiuqing had completely refined Luohe's Heavenly Soul, he noticed that the cliff was unusually quiet.
After a few moments of contemplation, he smiled slightly, slowly walked out of the palace, walked to the small patch of flowers, admired the few inconspicuous flowers for a while, and then looked at the surrounding peach grove.
A gust of wind blew by, and the petals gradually drifted down.
The deity raised his hand, and the flower petals, as if summoned, danced gracefully at his fingertips.
A commotion arose in the distance.
The deity looked up and saw a paper crane flying over. On the crane's feathers, a young man spoke with a tone full of disdain, but his eyebrows and eyes were arrogant: "...It's only because this deity is kind-hearted. If it were anyone else, I would have sent you, you little thief, to the Sifei Pavilion for interrogation long ago."
"Yes, yes, thank you very much, Immortal Lord Yunxi." The girl sat on the other side of the flying boat, casually echoing the boy, her turquoise hair ribbon and skirt fluttering in the wind.
The deity gazed at this scene with a smile, his expression showing little change.
The divine realm was so ancient that he forgot that young girls and boys should behave this way.
But the petals that had been dancing in his palm quietly drifted to the ground at some point.
The deity looked at the few petals with confusion. After the flying boat landed in front of the White Mist Cliff, he turned around and quietly walked back to the palace.
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