The senior sister, overcome with infatuation at close range, breaks the deadlock.
This shout silenced the entire celestial realm.
The one who felt awkward wasn't me, but the fellow cultivators near Xuan Guan Tower.
Some fellow cultivators were flying freely, and their mounts and cloud formations looked like shooting stars that never quite caught fire, shining as tiny dots before disappearing in a few scattered spots.
It's my fault; I forced all the gods to teleport.
However, the couple who were discussing their love over wine downstairs at Xuan Guan Tower were taken aback when they looked at each other, and then exchanged glances without making a sound.
I glanced a few times in the direction of Moxu Chenyuan, and when I looked down again, I saw that the immortal couple downstairs had already taken away the temporary pavilion, leaving only a pot of freshly boiled spring water that was not suitable to be carried, bubbling away, matching my mood.
Sigh, everyone was in a rush.
The water droplets were bubbling, and I, step by step, shakily and slowly fled to the far end of the floor.
Because that little golden dust heard me call it, and carrying the clouds and exuding an alluring fragrance, it slowly walked towards me from a point in the air, step by step, in time with my heartbeat.
Xie Jinhui's reaction this time was a bit slow, but judging from his clothes and hair accessories, he had obviously dressed up.
Saying he's good-looking is an understatement.
I can't take my eyes off him now, scrutinizing him from afar to near, from top to bottom.
Compared to his appearance, I care more about the perfection of his physique.
It was as if he was using his divine power to examine the recovery of my body.
My gaze lingered on him, but combined with my own somewhat unclear expression, I don't know what kind of illusion it gave Xie Jinhui.
He landed on the shelf.
Her Adam's apple bobbed, her face flushed slightly, and she seemed to want to look at me, but the more she looked, the less she dared to look.
I've now retreated to a spot with my back against a pillar, and I feel a strange sense of security.
This is mainly because I am certain that Xie Jinhui's immortal body has recovered to a higher level after the repair of Fei Kong Mountain and the rift in the sky.
For some reason, after looking at him for a while, I also swallowed.
I saw his eyelashes trembling so much they were practically flapping in the wind. Xie Jinhui must have realized that if he hesitated, we'd be stuck standing here upstairs, frozen in place until we were dried out by the wind.
So he took a small step forward, shy and gentle, unable to hide his excitement.
“Yuan’e, I think I’ve finally waited for this day.”
As he spoke, he strode over.
"No, no," I cried out in alarm, waving my hands in front of my chest and shaking them vigorously. "Xie Jinhui, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."
"Go on," Xie Jinhui said, stopping in place, patient and joyful.
My hands, which were placed in front of my chest, were nervously crossed into a fist in prayer.
"Xie Jinhui..."
I was trying to say something simple, but my throat was so dry it felt like it had been scalded by the still-boiling water downstairs.
It feels like I'm about to drag Xie Jinhui into a frying pan and boil him alive—I feel so guilty and restless.
My breathing was a little erratic, but I managed to control my tone of voice.
"I want to try it with you..."
"Could we first resolve the 'deeply rooted affection'?"
Unexpectedly, before I could finish speaking, Xie Jinhui uttered a single word that carried immense weight.
"good……"
I was stunned by that intoxicating "good" and shuddered.
Actually, it wasn't just smashing; Xie Jinhui's immortal power shifted slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of me.
He repeated "okay" a few more times, and I really wanted to turn into a spider, hang myself up, and lie behind a pillar.
Seeing that I was being pressured by him, Xie Jinhui forcefully leaned back.
He suddenly grabbed my wishing fist, wrapped it in his right palm, and pressed it against the pillar.
This upward stretching motion caused my forehead to tilt upwards.
But Xie Jinhui seemed to think that wasn't enough. He stared at my forehead, as if he were carefully examining the dragon seal in my sea of consciousness.
His free left hand slowly rose, hovering hesitantly along my jawline, his fingertips trembling.
"Yuan'e, I want... I want... Is that alright?" he murmured softly, as if waiting for my response.
I was dazed by his series of movements, but I was jolted awake by his two hesitant words.
I turned my head away; I didn't want to see the rise and fall of his chest, but I knew the rise and fall of my own.
In that instant, I felt that we were both supposed to be decisive and efficient gods, so why were we being so slow and indecisive?
I steeled myself, tossed my head, and stared intently at him.
"Xie Jinhui, that love has taken deep root..."
The words had barely left my lips when I began to speak, and my meaning remained unclear.
Just then, I heard the tinkling of the Butterfly Dream Bell and a long-lost voice coming from it.
"Yuan'e, help!"
My head was a little fuzzy. When I first heard it, I thought it was one of the Twelve True Face Fairies calling for her master's wife to save her.
Even Xie Jinhui released his grip on my hand and immediately switched to a ready-to-fight stance.
In the nick of time, I felt like I almost became lost in his appearance.
I composed myself, quickly reached out and called the bell, shook it, and spoke into it.
"Senior sister, is that you, Xianbei'er?"
"It's me, it's me, it's definitely me, Yuanhe! Come in quickly and save my senior sister!"
The senior sister's voice was anxious, urgent, and distressed.
There's no time to lose.
When Xie Jinhui saw that I had to leave, his expression turned pitiful, and he frowned.
But he still tried to compose himself and smiled at me.
They change their faces so quickly, and they still look so good.
Ha, you're not an outsider.
I reached out and took his hand. "Xie Jinhui, come inside with me."
Xie Jinhui's expression cleared, and he smiled brightly.
The Butterfly Dream Bell rang out, and Xie Jinhui and I entered it hand in hand.
As I landed in the silvery corridor within the Butterfly Dream Bell, my senior sister, Fairy Bell, with a sorrowful face, ran towards me as soon as she saw me, dragging her fairy robe adorned with strings of pearls.
I must say, it feels so good to be a savior. I really want to give my senior sister, who still has the habit of grabbing me like a seashell, a hug that I've missed so much since we last met.
However, Xie Jinhui, who had been secretly holding my hand tightly, pulled me back forcefully, not giving me a chance to hug the fairy.
However, he was unaware of my senior sister's power. She glanced at Xie Jinhui as if she hadn't seen him, and then pulled me over.
Xie Jinhui must have been worried that I was in pain, because he quickly let go of our hands, which were hidden in his sleeve.
My senior sister wasn't entirely heartless; after bringing me to her side, she discovered that there was an extra deity beside her.
She asked without thinking.
"who is he?"
I gestured to Xie Jinhui to ignore it.
Because my senior sister answered without thinking.
"Oh, who he is is not important, he's just a colleague from the Celestial Realm, a colleague."
I nodded to my senior sister, but thought to myself...
"No, senior sister, he's very important."
Senior Sister Xianbei'er is actually quite nice. She is fair-skinned and has hair that is wavy and curly, just like her real-life seashell.
There weren't many fairies in the celestial realm who were so adorned with jewels and so exquisitely beautiful. Even now, although our fellow immortals have changed their appearances, it's absolutely impossible for anyone to surpass our senior sister in terms of beauty.
My senior sister was the first seashell in the world to be used as currency, but unfortunately, she never participated in any transactions.
Instead, it was designated as a usable sample of the shell and offered up in the temple of that human tribe at the time.
At first, my senior sister was just an ordinary seashell with a moonlit glow and a faint seawater smell.
Aside from being radiant and revered as sacred, she was ignorant and insensitive, knowing nothing.
But after she gained sentience, she discovered that she had been living with an old tortoise on the altar for countless years.
By then, the people who performed the sacrifices had long forgotten the temple, and countless generations had passed.
Later, the old tortoise couldn't crawl anymore and dried up day by day, so the senior sister had a shell to use as a temple.
Later, while she was sleeping inside the tortoise shell, my master picked her up and took her back to the celestial realm.
He became a god with ease.
Having too strong a connection to immortality isn't necessarily a good thing. After my senior sister inexplicably became an immortal, she developed a habit of feeling uneasy and guilty.
She felt that her path to immortality would be full of hardships, because the fact that such a windfall had fallen into her hands meant that she had to work hard and strive for success.
Senior Sister's thoughts are extremely direct and simple. Her immortal life has only one important thing: to practice diligently and continuously advance her immortal rank.
In the celestial realm, I, the goddess Yuan'e, am just a lazy bum who drifts through life, waiting for the sky to collapse so I can salvage it at any cost.
The senior sister, on the other hand, is a role model of progress praised by all the immortals.
Unfortunately, what my senior sister feared actually happened.
One of the requirements in her most recent assessment for advancing to the Immortal Realm was that the immortal must undergo trials in the mortal world in their true form.
As for me, being a stone, I've lain on Qingmang Mountain in the human world, and that's enough to pass the test.
But the senior sister is a seashell, and a seashell with a trading identity at that, so her calamity is about to begin.
The celestial realm demanded of her: "Go to the mortal realm, little seashell. Go and experience all the currencies in the world, and you will be able to advance to the celestial rank."
So, full of confidence, the senior sister jumped down without saying a word.
Logically speaking, after these hundreds of years, my senior sister should have already pawned all kinds of silver, gold, copper coins, and banknotes.
She should have completed all the tribulations by now, and returning to the ranks of immortals should be no problem, right?
I told my senior sister about this question. She rolled her eyes, waved her sleeve, and mobilized the images of the fifty-five spaces within the Butterfly Dream Bell, laying them out in the void.
"Yuan'e, look for yourself," the senior sister said, biting her lip, looking like she was about to cry.
The pearls on her body and face made her look pitiful.
"I was tricked by my master," the senior sister said.
As I watched the images that filled the entire corridor, I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I reached back and pulled Xie Jinhui to my side.
Finally, his senior sister really noticed him.
"And who is this fellow immortal?" the senior sister asked in a serious tone, without changing her expression.
"Thank you, Jinhui," I said with a smile.
The senior sister's eyes lit up, and she said "Oh".
"Mo Xu Chen Yuan, Bu Fei Kong Shan, Xie Jin Hui?" Senior Sister succinctly extracted the key information.
I kept nodding.
"It's him, it's him."
The senior sister glanced back lightly and said politely.
"Thank you, fellow immortal. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Xie Jinhui seemed to go beyond mere politeness and try to get closer to her, saying, "Nice to meet you, Senior Sister."
Unfortunately, it was no use; my senior sister couldn't understand it.
"Senior sister, besides knowing this about Xie Jinhui, you haven't inquired about anything else, like, about him and me..."
Senior Sister's lovely face was filled with the ruthlessness of an immortal who was indifferent to worldly affairs.
"I need to ascend to the Immortal Rank. I won't listen to anything else. I have no time for anything else."
I completely believed what my senior sister said; she's so stubborn.
With her around, I suddenly realized that it wasn't a big deal that I had become ignorant and out of touch with the world after being away from the immortal realm for more than ten years.
My senior sister is the benchmark for my bottom line; her closed-mindedness makes me feel at ease.
I firmly believe that masters can harm their disciples.
My senior sister is stubborn, and I'm made of stone. Our master tricked us, where are we going to run?!
I asked Xie Jinhui to come with me and take a good look at what Master had done.
The aerial footage almost entirely showed the senior sister acting as various forms of currency, which seemed quite normal.
However, later I saw that she was no longer personally robbing a type of currency.
Instead, he left his true form inside the Butterfly Dream Bell, and created many clones that entered different spaces to undergo tribulations simultaneously.
I exclaimed, "Isn't this just cheating and racking up loot? This method must have been a quick and easy way for a master with a clever mind to come up with it."
Calling it a trap is a bit unfair, as it does seem that the requirements for ascending to immortality were met in a short period of time.
I asked my senior sister, "Was this Master's idea?" She nodded. I asked her again, "Didn't it work?"
The senior sister gave two bitter laughs.
It turned out that she had indeed succeeded, and just as she was preparing to return to the Immortal Realm, the Discipline Hall came to power.
The once loosely structured immortal realm has become stricter, and her kind of tribulation, which she didn't personally participate in, is no longer acceptable.
Actually, if Emperor Shengsheng hadn't fallen ill, my senior sister wouldn't have encountered this hurdle.
Since she had run into them, the old man from the Discipline Hall didn't punish her. He just asked her to make up for all the tribulations she had previously managed to get through.
She had no choice but to remain in the lower realm as currency, passing through countless hands and numerous transactions.
I saw her sometimes pawning money at the pork stall in the market, sometimes pawning it as paper money at graves, and even pawning it as gold ingots in the national treasury. Later, she was beaten into a hairpin. That experience of hers ended very quickly.
She was once snatched away by a group of little beggars in the mud, and her banknotes were once burned to ashes...
Among a host of novel scenes, I saw one that was particularly peculiar.
The money isn't physical; it's digitally represented and stored in a card or a small rectangular box.
Then, like a fairy, she would sometimes turn into money to sell watermelons, and sometimes into money to hire a four-wheeled vehicle...
She moved incredibly fast; I even saw my senior sister transform into a giant firecracker, darting up into a bizarre, colorful picture frame.
My senior told me that the world was in the material civilization stage, and the currency that flowed around was called cash flow. The firecrackers that she turned into were called reward rockets in that world.
I was impressed by my senior's rich experience.
Since I'm seriously undergoing this tribulation again, why did my senior sister call for my help?
When this matter was mentioned, the senior sister shook her head repeatedly, and then sighed deeply.
"It's all because of that stinky Taoist priest, Ji."
Lonely? That name sounds familiar. Let me think... Lonely, lonely, lonely...
Sigh, isn't he just Lord Sheng?
As soon as the God of Sheng ascended to immortality, he descended to the mortal realm to search for a copper coin...
Oh my, that matches up!
I watched as my senior sister reluctantly conjured up a scene of her and the Taoist priest Ji Liao's (which she described as a complicated and ill-fated relationship) destiny.
Looking at the Taoist priest's appearance, I asked my senior sister with a refreshed expression.
"Senior sister, did you know that Ji Liao has achieved enlightenment and become the God of Sheng?"
The senior sister nodded with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.
My focus suddenly shifted, and I chuckled.
"What does Lord Nasheng look like?"
The senior sister cooperated very well, and once again presented a picture of a graceful, aloof, and ethereal deity.
The more I looked at this Divine Lord Sheng, the more I wanted to praise him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, so serene and composed, so aloof from the world, so beautiful!"
Then there was a click in Xie Jinhui's palm.
My gaze immediately turned to him.
Seeing him pick up a plum with a forced smile and chew it vigorously, he gave a soft hum.
"Yuan'e, would you like to eat a palm-sized plum to calm your nerves?"
Plum blossom in the palm of your hand!
Hehe, eat, eat, eat! I'll make you sour!
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