The Crying Moxu Chenyuan
Zu Jun sued me, and to my surprise, the case was successful.
The old immortal told me that I had harmed the mind of the future Heavenly Emperor of the Immortal Realm, and asked me, the sinner, to atone for my sins by curing his precious son, Xie Jinhui.
How to deal with him? Through civil or military means, or... well, how to deal with him?
No problem, but where did I get the merit for my military service?
Jianyuan thought I was going to be taken to the Ziji Palace. Black immortal energy surged up and he threw out Guiwang Yuanyi to force back the Ziji Palace soldiers who came to deliver the message.
"Don't touch my mother, not even my father's father."
The soldiers who arrived were quick-witted and easygoing. He bent his armor on both arms and bowed to the Emperor's magical spear.
Then, he directly brought out two cloud-patterned thrones adorned with golden chariots, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation, respectfully saying to Jianyuan, "Little Divine Lord, I have been ordered to invite the Goddess Yuan'e."
He spoke the word "please" with exceptional clarity, and the ferocity of the ravine seemed to diminish considerably, slightly creating a space where the soldiers could reach out and ask me to join them.
"I know that you are worried, so please come up to the clouds with me."
"Once you have personally witnessed and confirmed in the Purple Palace that the Goddess Yuan'e will not be mistreated, I will personally escort the young deity back to the Primordial Cloud Valley."
Jianyuan put away his magical artifact, turned his head, and smiled at me, saying, "Mother, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Oh dear, I went up and pinched his youthful cheek. "Mmm, my little darling with fangs."
As I sat on the "escort" throne, I felt a swarm of lewd, envious gazes fixed on Jianyuan from behind.
Looking back, the fairy maidens, fairy herbs, and fairy flowers of our Qunshan Garden—is this another glimpse of hope for spring?
Chen Yi, what is Chen Yi doing? This little ant who hasn't been romantic for thousands of years, has she been so captivated by Jian Yuan's every smile and gesture that she's now dancing around and rubbing her face until it's red?
I glanced at my successful eldest son with a smile and teased him.
“Jianyuan, when you come into the world, you will surely be more popular with the fairy than Xie Jinhui.”
Jianyuan cast an envious yet enigmatic glance my way.
"Mother, it doesn't matter whether my immortal partner is male or female."
The soldiers escorting the clouds coughed lightly and pointed to the celestial envoy from the Hall of Discipline, who was following them with a stern face.
"Gentlemen, please cooperate and be careful with your words and actions."
Jianyuan and I were both aware that we shouldn't cause trouble, so we nodded in agreement.
But then we saw that the one in the Discipline Hall, after touching his nose for a long time, suddenly sneezed, turning the clouds over our group into dark clouds that obscured our view.
He shook his sleeves, revealing an expression of sudden acceptance of a critical mission, and said, "The Discipline Hall has other arrangements, and I will not disturb you further. I will take my leave first."
Jianyuan and I covered our mouths and chuckled. Even the Discipline Hall knew that it couldn't interfere in the "future Heavenly Emperor's family affairs."
However, if I am to be taken to the Purple Palace, will the Holy Emperor also have to pretend to interrogate me for a bit?
I'm too lazy to think of a response. I've decided not to make any excuses.
Unexpectedly, the one who was to interrogate me was not the Heavenly Emperor in the palace, and the interrogation did not take place inside the Purple Palace.
The dark clouds pressed down.
I saw Qingting and others standing directly in front of the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone.
A seven-colored glass-like key floated in front of him. He saw my cloud arrive, looked up and smiled at me.
I settled Jianyuan in his original spot, claiming that the situation below would not be detrimental to me, but I was not quite sure what was going on.
After the incident at Fei Kong Mountain, Qing Ting was awarded a celestial rank equivalent to that of an emperor for his meritorious service in guarding Shui Yi Pavilion and carrying mountain stones to protect this secluded place.
He could have resigned from his post, established a new immortal abode, and lived a leisurely life.
However, Qingting was unwilling to leave Shuiyige and requested to continue his position as the head of the Imperial Library.
I haven't seen him in a long time. He is still as handsome and serene as ever, and he loves wearing very light blue clothes.
"Goddess Yuan'e," Qingting greeted me.
“Emperor Qingting,” I replied with a smile.
We glanced at each other, and I was startled to see his eyes twitch involuntarily before returning to their usual calm and handing me the key.
"Goddess Yuan'e, this is the spirit dust that travels through the Moxu Dust Abyss. The Ancestral Lord commanded me to implant it into your sea of consciousness."
From that day forward, the goddess Yuan'e could freely enter and leave the Moxu Abyss.
I was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Isn't Zu Jun the plaintiff? His behavior seems more like he's inviting me to be his guest."
Jianyuan, seated atop the cloud throne, laughed heartily, “Mother, it must be that Father bullied you and was too embarrassed to face you, so he sought help from the Ancestral Lord…”
The child might be right, but I felt awkward whenever I met Qingting's gaze.
Upon hearing this, Qingting lowered her eyes and shook her head calmly, "Goddess Yuan'e, the Ancestral Lord is punishing you, punishing you to go to the Abyss of No Return to atone for your sins."
He seemed to want to avoid my gaze.
He personally carried the travel dust from Moxu Chenyuan to Xie Jinhui's side.
Ancestor, are you truly monitoring Qingting's cultivation of the ruthless path?
Ah, as I gaze at the clear water, memories begin to surface.
When I was just over 20,000 years old, I especially loved going to Shuiyige to browse books.
Then, I kept going, and Qingting the little god explained each book to me one by one.
Back then, I was young and simple-minded. Besides studying hard, I never thought about anything other than relationships between men and women.
Qingting and I dozed off together in the library, and we boated on the ink-stained lake at Shuiyi Residence, catching cuttlefish...
Over time, I learned that things I didn't understand, the young deity Qingting, who was six or seven thousand years old, did.
He set up a flower bed filled with bells and bookmarks in the small fairy pavilion by the ink pool of Shuiyige and asked me about it.
"Yuan'e, I love you. Will you be my fairy partner in the future?"
I so wanted to accept all the bookmarks and bells as a birthday gift from Qingting, but I shook my head desperately in front of him, who was so warm and enthusiastic.
"No, no, no."
He stepped forward, placed his hand on my shoulder, and said sadly, "How bad is it?"
"Well, well..." I looked around. I didn't know what was wrong with it, but it just wasn't right.
I summoned a large group of calligraphy brushes, dipped them in the indelible ink from the inkwell, and said no more.
On each bookmark filled with words of longing and affection, I wrote the word "not good" on them.
Seeing that her feelings had been rejected by me, Qingting suddenly lost her usual coolness and warmth.
He was like a vast, dark sea of mountains, trapping me in his arms.
It's like waiting for me to run aground and suffocate, or like waiting for me to completely seal him off.
“Yuan’e, I’m going to strangle you. Is it too heavy?”
This is how much I like you. Even so, you still have to finish writing all the bookmarks, leaving no way out for me, no way out for yourself, right?
Qingting was like a giant python swallowing the sky, binding me with its immortal power, but I did not resist.
I consider him a friend, and I will treat him with honesty and sincerity.
The goddess Yuan'e didn't understand love back then; she only knew how to fill her mind with the word "bad."
After the fairy used her power to write something bad on Qingting's body with the brush, it crashed to the ground, splashing ink onto Qingting's back, clothes, and boots.
My body was almost at its limit, and I collapsed and slid off his embrace as he reluctantly let go.
I remember it was in his kneeling embrace that I comforted him and smiled at him.
"Qingting, I like playing with you, but I can't be your fairy partner, and I can't be anyone else's fairy partner."
Because my master didn't take me in to play with. I have a soul lock within me that can protect the immortal realm. When the heavens and earth collapse, my life will be sacrificed for all living beings.
I really wanted to be your friend, but I don't want to anymore.
Qingting, I don't want to play with you anymore. I don't want you to feel sorry for me.
I won't come to Shuiyige to look for you anymore..."
I remember a tear that fell from above and soaked into my fairy robe; that tear stain can never be washed away.
“Yuan’e,” Qingting once said, “Is that so? Well, I think it’s enough for a heart to have been moved once.”
I know I have no power to change your fate.
But the only thing I can do for you is to show you that I won't feel sorry for you.
...
That day, I left Shuiyiju with a sense of disbelief.
I never imagined that Qingting would sink himself and the bookmark to the bottom of Blackwater Lake.
Later I heard that Qingting had requested to sever all worldly ties and cultivate the path of ruthlessness.
Back then, I envied Qingting for becoming so polite and courteous, and for her rapidly increasing immortal power.
Now, I have learned about love from Xie Jinhui, and I understand the paleness behind the smile that stands beneath the black Tai Su Wu Nian Stone in front of the Ziji Palace Square.
I hope he won't feel sorry for me, but I can sense that even though he has cultivated the path of ruthlessness, his memories still have wounds in his heart.
Moreover, he was now using the divine power of the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone to inject the spiritual key into my sea of consciousness bit by bit.
As the Spirit Key merged with me, my immortal body gradually became as light as dust, and I saw the ravine and soldiers in mid-air waving to me.
What talk of turning over a new leaf? Don't rush back.
My gaze fell on Qingting. He was attentive and earnest, like a helmsman guiding me on a long journey, using his immortal power to show me the way.
His figure gradually blurred, but his eyes instantly transported me back to the past. "Yuan'e," he said, his smile tinged with tears, "Go, you will be happy. Xie Jinhui deserves it."
It's worth it... Yes, whether it's happiness or not, we'll know when we see it for ourselves.
I looked at a cloud of mist that was gradually dissipating, and the trembling greenery in front of me transformed into a smile.
One moment I was still wistfully recalling the shallow, youthful days, and the next I could see and hear the misty rain, the leaves, and the sounds of all things in the vast, uncharted abyss.
They were clearly overjoyed, yet they were forced to immerse themselves in the lingering, sorrowful sounds emanating from the treetops, sounds of unrequited love.
The music that echoed through the mountains touched my heart.
Even the distant mountains were affected, their lively, bouncy movements replaced by slow, hesitant wanderings.
Xie Jinhui, I only kicked you once, why are you so sad, turning all the little rainbows into a uniform white?
The Moxu Abyss is vast and boundless; this is the first time I have seen its entirety.
But I dare say, I still can't see it all.
Living things gather and disperse like floating clouds, and houses drift in and out of space, appearing and disappearing with the movement of the colorful dust in the sky.
Everything is moving, fast or slow, around a pond in the distance that I'm still too far away to see clearly.
That pond must be the only constant place in the Moxu Chenyuan. I have a vague feeling that the people I want to see mostly gather there every day in sorrow, turning into stone.
I stand on a leaf, my body as tiny as a dewdrop, so that even the slightest movement will not disturb the mournful celestial music with the sound of my feet.
Because I am so small, even the drizzle is heavier than me. The path to Xie Jinhui is not separated by a curtain of water, but by an ocean for a single drop of water...
Which vein on which leaf should I, this drop of water, tread upon, so that I may flow precisely into the riverbed leading to the sea?
It's so difficult.
I sighed, wishing I could appear before Xie Jinhui immediately and bring him a joyful rain.
Tell him to stop dragging the entire Moxu Chenyuan into a state of gloom and despair.
My ancestor was indeed punishing me, making me experience the insignificance of a speck of dust, and his unwavering determination as he ran towards the one he loved.
I imagine that the scene before me was when Xie Jinhui rushed out of danger to see me.
But instead of using flames to beat me, Zu Jun used cold rain to intensify my heartache.
I rushed into the rain of leaves, not knowing which way to go, but I would never stop.
The continuous raindrops, like a raging river turning into a hammer, smashed my head and body like a stone, leaving them cold and shattered.
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all.
The chaotic state of the immortal body repeatedly eroded its resolve, forcing it to give up.
I am like sand washed away by the great waves; I move forward not with strength, but with the words of conviction that flow involuntarily from my lips.
"Xie Jinhui, I truly love you."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a unique drop of rain finally fell.
It hovered in front of me, leaping lightly from one leaf to another.
The trajectory of the movement left a curved bridge of magic, and I hurriedly followed it, jumping lightly.
I reached the raindrop effortlessly.
I immediately knelt down and bowed.
"Goddess Yuan'e pays respects to the Ancestor."
The raindrop jumped again, making a soft "hmm" sound on a leaf.
Zu Jun's raindrop body suddenly pushed aside the rain curtain in front of me, leaving behind a series of continuous fairy power rain bridges.
I am grateful to him for paving the way for me.
At the end of the road lies his son, whose mind I have damaged and who is now terminally ill.
Curing him is my duty and my heart's desire.
I bid farewell to the Ancestral Lord Water Drop, which had returned to the sky, and flew onto the Immortal Power Bridge.
Behind him came Zu Jun's soft voice, "Shh...go quietly, my daughter-in-law."
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