Demotion and Disqualification: A Happy Secret
Riding on my "husband," I returned to the Purple Palace of the Immortal Realm.
As for that big, thin-skinned candy ball I blew...
I blew the sugar lump into a huge tower, but its sticky, sweet taste caused it to melt and collapse as soon as I touched it.
The sweetness of mortals could not withstand the blessings of the celestial realm, and shattered into dust halfway through their journey.
It's estimated that it has already fallen into the clouds and turned into a sweet rain on earth.
The old man selling sugar figurines didn't actually bring his cart up, so it's hard to say what it looks like now.
After Xie Jinhui and I returned to the Immortal Realm, they must have long since decayed after weathering many storms.
But for the old man who makes sugar figurines, every time he gets home that day, he will see his stall waiting for him in the yard.
Moreover, that stall cart was also carrying a gold ingot he had earned; it was quite impressive.
The two ingots of gold left behind in the mortal realm might one day, with the help of the spiritual energy of Fei Kong Mountain or the celestial realm, give birth to two immortals who will benefit the world.
The reasons behind this are hard to explain; the gods may leave opportunities for us, but it's up to us how we use them.
So-called fortune and misfortune are summoned by the thoughts of mortals, floating in the dust of conversation among immortals.
My sugar tower was gone, and before I could even finish grumbling, Xie Jinhui built me a new one in my bedroom.
When we were in the lower realm, we often learned to set up tents like the nomads, but our tents were not for shelter from the wind and rain or for survival.
What does it feel like to experience different perspectives, whether underwater, under leaves, in flames, or through the cracks in paper, all under the cover of tangible objects?
Is the sky we can see when we look up the true sky for all living beings?
Perhaps the external burdens weighing on them, the hardships of life, are far heavier than the sky itself.
As a result, more and more ordinary people lament the heaviness of birth, aging, sickness and death, but forget the original lightness of being in the world.
If one can only see things in childhood, then the person is already dead, no matter how long they have lived.
The tent tower that Xie Jinhui built this time...?
It was a tower of gold that I blew up, using the amount of a whole ingot of gold.
Mortals say that true gold is not afraid of being tested by fire. Yes, it is not afraid of being tested by fire, but when it comes to our Heavenly Emperor, whose virtue is known throughout the world and whose beauty is as radiant as frost.
Even gold is weak and submissive, letting Xie Jinhui mold it like mud in his hands.
He and I sat side by side inside the tower, which was as thick as gold leaf, listening to the tower walls trembling and rattling with every flick of the candlelight.
It evoked a sense of desolation, as if it were a shack or a humble dwelling, despite its magnificent appearance.
Nobody's life has gotten this bad. The tent they set up was drafty, looking like a dilapidated temple where a bunch of beggars gathered.
I told Xie Jinhui that even gold has such a tragic side.
Xie Jinhui leaned against the tower wall, which looked thin but was actually very sturdy, and laughed: "People believe that gold will shine, but gold believes in us and entrusts itself to us."
From then on, it didn't matter what he looked like or whether he shone, because his heart was steadfast.
I don't know if Xie Jinhui sits with me in this dilapidated gold tower every day to gild me, so that when it's refined in the future, it will have some golden luster and burn beautifully.
Whether it's been plated or not is hard to say, but today I noticed that Xie Jinhui's movements were a little stiff when he got up from the tower.
He touched his abdomen and supported his lower back. When he took a step, his usually light body felt much heavier, like a large cauldron filled with ashes, which was thudded onto the offering table.
I was so startled that I jumped up and bumped my head on the edge of the tower. The jingling of the peach-shaped hairpin was filled with my cries of "Ouch!"
Xie Jinhui reached out and helped me out, then gently embraced me.
“Yuan’e,” he said, “I never knew the feeling of nurturing life inside my body was so unpleasant.”
I was suddenly stunned, speechless, and said, "Xie Jinhui, what do you mean? What did I do to you... no, no, what did I do to you that you're pregnant?"
"Does your stove become covered in ashes just because it's been touched by firewood?"
Of course, that's not the case. Xie Jinhui's situation is far too complicated, involving seven different aspects.
I helped Xie Jinhui, whose legs were suddenly unsteady, to sit in a chair, and watched as a stream of immortal power flowed upwards from his body and into his sea of consciousness.
His slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his movements regained their former vibrancy and lightness. He smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
“Yuan’e, the other half of the seven desires within me has finally awakened.”
He's awake? The Seven Desires have awakened?
On that day, the Seven Desires split into fourteen from the seven orbs of light. Half of them escaped to the lower realm and became a lingering problem within the spirits, while the other half entered Xie Jinhui's body.
Xie Jinhui said that once the seven desires that were causing trouble were captured, they would be eliminated together.
These days, both of the seven desires have been dormant, so why did this part of Xie Jinhui's body suddenly awaken and enter his sea of consciousness?
Was Xie Jinhui doing this intentionally?
Will the awakened desires wreak havoc within him, or attempt to possess him and replace him?
No, not inside the body; it has now migrated to the sea of consciousness.
Xie Jinhui looked perfectly normal, so I extended my index finger and touched his brow.
“Yuan’e,” Xie Jinhui raised his head, matching my movement, and suddenly smiled, “It’s alright. They were all sober when they came to me, and they had no hostility or malice towards me whatsoever.”
I shook my head. "I'm not at ease. No matter how many times the Seven Desires split, it's still the Seven Desires. They can even devour the Holy Emperor. You're just..."
Sensing Xie Jinhui's state of mind distracted me, and I almost blurted out some secrets. I quickly covered my mouth and whispered, "They can't hear me, can they?"
Xie Jinhui beckoned to me mysteriously, signaling me to come closer to him.
I leaned in close to him, but his discomfort had already passed. I was suddenly thrown into the air, and he caught me off guard, causing me to fall into his lap.
It's definitely Xie Jinhui himself; he's been catching me like this lately.
I told him that it's not good to hold him all the time, as it can easily cause him to get a sore throat.
Xie Jinhui's nonchalant attitude is now even stronger.
"Not only can they not hear, but without my permission, their senses are confined to their sea of consciousness and they are completely unable to perceive the outside world."
“Yes!” My finger was still on Xie Jinhui’s brow. I looked up and smiled bitterly, “It not only restricts them, but I can’t even sense what’s going on in your sea of consciousness.”
Is it very dangerous?
As I spoke, I hooked my arms around his neck, sat up, and wanted to touch my forehead to his and look into his mind.
He didn't resist, and even helped me brush away the stray hairs that were covering his forehead.
“Yuan’e, it’s not because of the danger that we’re so vigilant, but because I can’t afford to let anyone slip through, that’s why…”
I accept that reason, but I still want to see it.
However, after sticking it on for a while, the slight sensation emanating from it was extremely faint, and I still couldn't see anything.
I pouted unhappily and pushed away the mouth that was leaning in.
"Xie Jinhui, now that Qiyu has awakened, do you already know about Emperor Su Ling...?"
What exactly are the seven desires that the Holy Emperor Sheng Sheng relinquished?
Xie Jinhui narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What does Yuanhe think?"
"Hmm..." I thought to myself, tapping my mouth with my fingers.
"I think since it's desire, it should be greed, jealousy, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, grief..."
Things like that.
But then I feel that as the Emperor Su Ling, whose body is made of pure water, he should be extremely clean.
Even if he had such desires, they must have been negligible.
As for the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone, it was not granted the position of Emperor or Heavenly Emperor...
I used to think that every Heavenly Emperor must be like the Holy Emperor Sheng, embodying ruthlessness, desirelessness, selflessness, and indifference.
But until you…
I smiled at Xie Jinhui, and he tactfully replied, "I have many desires."
Moreover, it still bears some traces of Suo Ling, and the stone still recognized me.
So why didn't Yuan'e and Tai Su Wu Nian Shi acknowledge Su Ling, and why did he acknowledge her after relinquishing his emotional attachments and the seven desires?
My eyes lit up, and I nodded repeatedly, eager to know the answer.
Xie Jinhui smiled and continued, "The answer might be simple, because Su Ling is the god of gods."
God of gods?
Why does the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone not recognize the gods of gods?
I was puzzled, but I realized one key point: the origins of the Heavenly Emperors in the Fourteen Strings of the Celestial Realm all have commonalities.
Apart from the Holy Emperor, every other Heavenly Emperor has gone through countless tribulations and trials to achieve his status through cultivation from the bottom up.
Even Zu Junxiao of Moxu Chenyuan came from this lineage.
I suddenly realized something, and immediately gripped Xie Jinhui's shoulders, excitedly sharing my observation with him.
"Xie Jinhui, for a Heavenly Emperor candidate who has cultivated his way up, receiving the certification of the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone is called the completion of merit, but for Emperor Su Ling, it is a demotion and disqualification!"
The Tai Su Wu Nian Stone represents the rules of Heaven for those in power, but Emperor Su Ling's status is far higher than that. Making him abide by these rules is itself a form of "disqualification"!
Xie Jinhui nodded deeply, his gaze towards me was so overly affectionate that I had the illusion that I was looking through him at Emperor Su Ling.
A feeling of respect and shyness welled up inside me.
The deities who lowered themselves to a lower status, relinquished their emotions and desires, yet gained nothing; in the end, they gave it all up for the sake of all living beings.
The position of the Heavenly Emperor was only recognized by the "rules" and allowed to ascend the altar after Emperor Su Ling had disfigured himself beyond recognition and suffered countless wounds.
I feel so sorry for him. Why is there a Sea of Time in this world? Why does the Holy Emperor not even spare his past self?
After traversing 320,000 years, the flawless Emperor Su Ling sacrificed his divine consciousness—Xie Jinhui—to come and redeem him.
Why did this deadly situation of killing oneself for the sake of the common people begin, and what is the ultimate outcome?
Should we be grateful? Should we feel fortunate?
I actually fell in love with Xie Jinhui.
Is it a fragment of Emperor Su Ling piecing together and confessing to himself?
"This is not about abandoning, but about picking up. The Heavenly Dao Rules do not require perfection, but about conformity."
Tears welled in my eyes as I gently stroked Xie Jinhui's cheek, then focused my gaze back on his mind.
She thought to herself: Do the Seven Desires know these things? They definitely don't, otherwise why would they hate Suo Ling so much...
I really want to tell them that I am Suo Ling's love interest, and they will believe me!
"Xie Jinhui, I want to enter your body!" I suddenly said.
Xie Jinhui was taken aback. "What?"
I don't know how he understood what I meant, so I pointed to his forehead and gave another nonsensical explanation.
"Since you cannot enter my body, then I will enter your body in your place and witness the seven desires!"
Xie Jinhui's lips trembled. He now understood my true thoughts, but he was still shocked.
“Yuanhe, that’s a bit too aggressive.”
I sat on his lap, closed my eyes, and focused my mind. "What tigers and wolves? I'm worried that there are tigers and wolves lurking inside you."
"Let me in, I want to see them with my own eyes. I..."
Xie Jinhui shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't let it slip, and I can't reveal the aura of the Seven Desires, or it might incite the Seven Desires to cause trouble in the lower realm."
Of course I know all this. My divine power is among the top in the fourteen strings, ranking first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and even within the top ten.
As long as he opens a crack in his heart to let me in, I will naturally have a way to seal the channel of immortal energy that enters and exits his body.
whee!
I adopted a pleading posture and used all my charm and flattery to please them.
He was on guard at every turn, as if he feared I would make a hole in him.
Finally, thinking I had given up and he had relaxed, she kissed him several times in a row.
Then I pretended to be innocent and harmless, and asked him in a cute and romantic way.
"Xie Jinhui, are you happy if I kiss you?"
Xie Jinhui smiled slightly: "Happy!"
Then I heard two chirping sounds.
A spiritual thread opened in Xie Jinhui's heart and connected to my heart.
Haha, this is the rune magic I painstakingly crafted by snuggling in his arms for ages, which I call the "Happy Magic Technique".
As long as he says he's happy when I kiss him, then his heart will open a bridge for me, and the end of that bridge is at the tip of my heart.
This inspiration came from the dragon spores in the Mushroom Illusion.
Now, the bridge of hearts is open.
Before Xie Jinhui could react in surprise, my entire immortal body shrank into a spiritual form, part of which guarded his heart gate and part of which entered his body.
I called out with a grin, "Xie Jinhui, I'm going in now."
See how good I am? You can't miss it.
I heard the echoes from Xie Jinhui's chest reverberating in all directions, like thunder.
"Yuan He, you scoundrel."
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