The dragon bone, a symbol of betrothal, is hard to sever.
Why must this goddess's celestial life be filled with so many things beyond her control, and so many things that leave me speechless with belated realization?
In such a small corner as Shide Water Pavilion, even the latest edict issued by the Heavenly Emperor to all realms was kept out.
The Holy Emperor cherished Xie Jinhui, the only heir of the Moxu Chenyuan, so much that he protected him from outside disturbances when he was injured.
The summons also formally announced that Xie Jinhui would be the successor to the throne of the next Heavenly Emperor.
No wonder the way my fellow cultivators looked at me today has changed, becoming diverse and fascinating...
I even heard indignant voices defending me.
"It was clearly a divine medicine that the goddess Yuan'e retrieved from the Ancient Divine Palace, so how come Lord Xie got injured after only going there once?"
"So, the merit of fetching medicine for the Heavenly Emperor, enduring hardship and even damaging his immortal body, is simply attributed to Lord Xie?"
"That's right, that's right. Not mentioning a word about the contributions of the goddess Yuan'e is somewhat unfair!"
...
I chuckled to myself, "Thanks," but these are clearly two different things.
The key point is that Xie Jinhui came from Moxu Chenyuan, and his father, Zujun, was the Heavenly Emperor recognized by the original Heavenly Dao.
Although Zu Jun has fled, his son probably can't...
An unexpected injury might just happen to become a convenient excuse, pushing one to "take the plunge."
I'm not wronged, there's nothing to be wronged about. How could I become the Heavenly Emperor just because I moved medicine?
I, Yuan'e, am both self-aware and aware of the shady dealings involved.
However, I was taken aback when I heard other viewpoints.
“Fellow immortal, you are mistaken. Goddess Yuan’e and Lord Xie are a perfect couple. As for their achievements, as the saying goes, when husband and wife are of one mind, they share the credit.”
Therefore, although the goddess Yuan'e worked harder, she ultimately secured a future for her celestial partner.
There's no such thing as injustice. Don't overthink it.
I know that in the eyes of the immortals, my relationship with Xie Jinhui is already set in stone, but you all think too much about us.
You think of the Heavenly Emperor and Xie Jinhui like that? That's fine.
Think of me, am I not wronged?
At this moment, I finally understand why Emperor Shengsheng gave me time to slowly consider whether or not I should become Empress.
Because it wasn't that he wanted to marry me; rather, he had already set up a scheme to make Xie Jinhui marry me.
In other words, I, this little fish fry who thought I could escape, had long been released into another, larger net.
They kept them alive, kept them in a daze, and then directly pinned the trap on them under the title of Empress or Emperor, and closed the net...
I don't want to marry Xie Jinhui.
unless……
If Xie Jinhui were to truly become the Heavenly Emperor one day, would he be able to undo, cleave, or tear apart that annoying "deeply rooted love"?
If that's the case, I might consider marrying him.
I stretched out my palm and tapped my head back and forth.
What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?
However, I think I've realized what it is that I really want to escape from.
Yes—"Deeply in love"
I, the goddess Yuan'e, refuse to be bound by these four words, and refuse to submit to a predetermined fate.
The fellow cultivators are still chatting.
In the celestial realm, a young immortal, who had only heard a little about the past but had only a superficial understanding, asked the most normal question.
What these little fairies are worried about is: Wasn't it said that the successor to the Heavenly Emperor was predetermined by the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone?
Xie Jinhui hasn't even passed the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone yet, so how can we directly announce that he is the successor?
This question also made me pause slightly while lying on the old peach tree.
Yes, I overheard all of this.
What? Without eavesdropping, how is this goddess supposed to live her life?
Each and every one of them possesses a clever and ingenious mind.
The concerns about Xie Jinhui's qualifications are actually quite clear upon reflection.
He is the direct son of the ancestor, who is the chosen emperor.
Tai Su Wu Nian Shi has probably waited too long for this chosen one, so how could he not recognize Xie Jin Hui?
If you think about it little by little, you'll figure it out.
Why did Zu Jun go to such lengths to cultivate his son?
And why do they so desperately want their sons to have grandsons, and their grandsons to have great-great ...
I suspect that the Ancestor was also afraid that Xie Jinhui might one day suddenly comprehend the Great Dao of "transformation from existence to non-existence" like him, and then abandon the Immortal Realm with the Ancestor, finding an opportunity to drift away.
The ancestor was fortunate that Xie Jinhui was a dutiful, even overly trustworthy, deity.
Therefore, Xie Jinhui can't escape; he won't run away.
The throne of the Heavenly Emperor, and the people under his rule, are his responsibilities.
But wouldn't Emperor Shengsheng's illness be completely cured after another ten days of seclusion and recuperation?
Why reveal his impending resignation at this time?
I'm too dense to figure it out. Maybe after a while, it will become translucent and transparent.
In short, Xie Jinhui is now not only out of danger of turning to dust, but his identity is also completely different.
The Heavenly Emperor and the Ancestral Lord are all his behind-the-scenes protectors, and he enjoys such a prestigious and noble status!
Tsk tsk tsk!
I, a little goddess, should stay in the sun and bask in it, lest I get caught in their vines and be strangled, snapped!
"I won't go see Xie Jinhui yet," I decided.
Yes, I'm not afraid of right or wrong.
But I'm afraid he'll carry me away and I'll live in the shadow of the future emperor and empress from now on.
I'm scared.
...
Having heard enough useful information, I transformed into a gentle breeze and flew away.
The Heavenly Emperor's illness has been cured, but the rules of the Heavenly Realm have gradually become more stringent.
However, I have found that once the rules become strict, the basic qualities of the immortals in the celestial realm seem to begin to decline.
During those turbulent times when the energy of heaven and earth was unstable, many strange and unusual immortals ascended from Mount Xujing.
Although they are not prominent in the immortal realm, their fellow immortals still spread rumors that their Taoist practices and thoughts are truly strange.
Unfortunately, I still can't understand this kind of verbal strangeness, and I haven't had any interaction with them yet.
I wander around in the Fourteen Strings because I'm afraid that if I'm idle, I'll start thinking about this and that, and want to see the person in the basin.
If you think he's unsafe, then think about his father.
Zu Jun is the Kapibala of the celestial realm (detached and calm, unconcerned with anything), so don't expect anything from him.
There are natural laws governing the world. Whether someone's watermelon explodes or someone loses their head, it's all fate, and he doesn't care.
Zu Jun has only one weakness, which is his beloved son, Xie Jinhui.
This provides an extra layer of protection for the peaceful lives of the immortals.
Just as I was thinking of this, I encountered the entire bamboo forest that the immortals had mentioned, which had ascended from the Void Realm Mountain.
Yes, you heard right, an entire bamboo forest has become immortal.
All the bamboo in this entire bamboo forest has been brought up.
You might say they are immortals individually, but no, they are only immortals when they are together.
But the idea behind this bamboo grove is to release every single bamboo stalk at the same time, letting them wander around together.
Imagine how huge a swarm of them would buzz past if they started chatting.
No need to imagine...
I overheard these confident and self-assured whispers from the bamboo grove hermits.
The sensation in my ears is like the rustling of bamboo leaves, itchy.
"If we really encounter a cataclysmic disaster, we'll join forces to kidnap Lord Xie, and the Ancestor will definitely help."
Wow, this bamboo shoot has a rather large mouth.
"No, no, we're gods, we can't do this, we can't do this..."
I still had a conscience, so I continued to eavesdrop.
"Only a god could do this; to save the world while bearing infamy is worth it!"
He was quite impassioned, but I couldn't help but think to myself: if that day ever comes, I'll be the one who dies first, and I'll personally bind him with my soul lock.
Oh my god, what am I thinking? Pshaw!
This group of idle immortals who gather around all the time not to discuss the development of the immortal realm or the cultivation of individual immortals, but only to find ways to inflate their own status...
Oh right, Bamboo Fairy, I've made a mistake. How can you expect hollow bamboo to have a conscience...?
Then, I made a hand gesture and clapped my hands.
They walked past them, greeting them as they passed by, even though they were already bound hand and foot.
"Fellow cultivators, since you arrived early this morning, please return later tonight."
Barefoot people aren't afraid of wearing bamboo; let the green of this bamboo grove guide me as I wander through the fairyland.
Take your time jumping around. Think things through carefully along the way. Is it really okay for you to say bad things about Xie Jinhui behind my back?
*
It's really not elegant not to wear cloud boots, and it's not good to always be floating on clouds.
Return to Qingning Pavilion, return to Qunshan Garden, return to Demon Cave, return to...
As soon as I got back to the room, I looked into the basin.
Xie Jinhui is not here...
His gaze swept around the room with utter boredom, and he noticed several more skeletons of some unknown creature piled up next to the hill bag shelf.
I don't know him; it must be my master who brought these "junk" over.
But why didn't he leave me a little note like he used to, telling me the names of these "corpses"?
But it's okay.
Little bones, my favorite. I'll summon them into the fairy field and grind them.
Even the little bottles come out; they want to collect every speck of dust inside.
Yes, I'm grinding the skeleton into bone meal.
Haha, if Mu Zhu happens to see her at this time, she will change her original appearance and become a delicate and timid little fairy.
They wanted to throw themselves into my arms for protection, but they were also filled with disgust for my hands that always touched the bones of all things.
Yes, my hands weren't stained with blood, but they were covered in a lot of dead dust.
I firmly believe that all things originate from a speck of dust, and that a speck of dust can transform into mountains and seas.
So I combined the powders of various dead things, hoping that the mounds made from them would be like mountains, growing both grass and trees, and also teeming with animals and birds.
Then, the grass and trees wither, the fallen leaves turn into mud, the dead beasts are buried in the soil, and the land becomes fertile.
The mountain grew increasingly lush and abundant, its life cycle continuing endlessly for millennia.
This is my dream as a stone. I have always believed that if I could achieve this, it would be the greatest achievement of this goddess in her life.
But I never expected that Xie Jinhui, that tiny speck of dust, would actually become the Heavenly Emperor.
That's incredible.
He clearly doesn't have that ambition, so why is he so much more far-reaching than me...?
I'm completely baffled.
"Xie Jinhui, are you there?" I asked the skeleton next to the shelf that hadn't been ground into powder yet.
"Are you aware of what's going on with you?"
A layer of bubbles rose from the basin, as if a blinding veil had been removed.
The skeleton I was holding in mid-air crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Xie Jinhui appeared on the water's surface in the blink of an eye, catching me completely off guard.
“I’m here!” he said.
His sudden appearances and disappearances really scared me so much that my bones jumped.
Where are you?
I saw the icicles on the bed against the backdrop of the water, and the snowflakes by the window, and recognized that this was Xie Jinhui's bedroom.
"You've returned to Moxu Chenyuan? Have you recovered from your injuries?"
"Yes, I'm back." Xie Jinhui's voice was gentle, but the gentleness turned into a deliberate teasing.
"If it weren't for Yuan'e sleeping in the same bed with me last night, I would have come back long ago."
Judging from his complexion, aura, and demeanor, he seems alright.
Thinking to himself: Xie Jinhui returning to Zu Jun's embrace, being beaten and disciplined, would be more suitable for his growth, wouldn't it?
Seeing that he had scattered the broken bones all over the floor, making a mess of the room, I stood up and used my immortal power to draw a handful of bones and hold them in my hand.
Pointing at the basin, I pretended to be the monster that swallowed the bone, baring my teeth and claws to scare it, and shouting for revenge on behalf of the bone.
"Xie Jinhui, speak properly, or I'll make you look exactly like these white bones."
Tell me, have you heard who you're going to become?
Xie Jinhui looked at the skeletons and smiled.
“Yuan’e, you are my Empress. I have already made my decision.”
Seeing that I dropped a bone in my hand in surprise, he added another comment.
“Yuan’e, I recognize the bones in your hand. They are the bones of a dragon, the bones of my father…”
"What, dragon bones?" I asked nervously, and hurriedly replied, "My master found such a big one this time."
“No, Yuan’e.” Xie Jinhui continued patiently, “This dragon was originally my father’s mount. It learned the ‘Transformation from Existence to Nothingness’ technique from my father, and its flesh disappeared, but its bones remained.”
He chuckled.
I felt a mixture of respect and doubt towards the bones in my hands.
"Is this Dragon... Immortal Ancestor present, or not?"
Xie Jinhui leaned back on the couch and shrugged.
"I don't know. Father has never seen it, nor does he want to see its bones."
Today, when Father was healing my wounds, he also took the opportunity to tidy up Mo Xu Chen Yuan. I mentioned that you like bones, so Father brought them to you.
I quickly and respectfully arranged the bones and offered a bow.
"Dragon Immortal Ancestor, I'm sorry, I ground you into powder. I'll enshrine your remaining bones for you. I won't touch them anymore."
Xie Jinhui laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, Yuan'e. Perhaps the Dragon Ancestor's soul has wandered into the void and can't come back. Perhaps tempering its bones can awaken it."
Go ahead and grind it.
"No, no, no, I dare not. I'm afraid that if the Dragon Ancestor wakes up, he will wash away this little stone like sand and grind me flat."
I carefully wiped each bone one by one.
Xie Jinhui comforted me.
“Yuanhe, I’m not afraid of dust, but you’re a stone, bigger than me, so why are you afraid of it?”
“You will be the Heavenly Emperor in the future,” I blurted out.
“You are my Empress,” he blurted out.
I didn't even hesitate.
"I'm not married to you yet."
...
"Yuanhe, what did you say?" Xie Jinhui excitedly pressed his face close to the water's surface.
I was so embarrassed; I was actually trying to break bones...
Quickly and respectfully threw it away.
"I didn't hear what I said, it's no use now."
“No, Yuan’e, please keep these bones for me,” he said earnestly.
"What do you need the bones for?"
“Keep it,” he said firmly. “When my divine power is fully developed, I will forge a dragon emblem to guard your spiritual consciousness as a betrothal gift.”
I stared into his eyes, my hands already packed and hidden the dragon bones. I didn't know where to hide them, if the teleportation space of the basin was still there.
I reckon it'll be in his hands soon.
"Xie Jinhui, I'm asking you, are you willing to break the chain of destiny that binds us together, a chain of 'deeply rooted love'?"
He chuckled and coughed a few times: "Grind it into powder and make mountain buns."
Is that alright?
I was speechless. His injuries had not yet fully healed, and every time he coughed, my heart tightened, and I was filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry," I said.
Xie Jinhui raised his eyebrows, propped himself up on his arms and leaned closer to the water's surface, speaking in an almost seductive voice.
“Yuanhe, if you talk to me like that again, do you know what I’ll do to you?”
?
If I say something wrong, will he beat me up?
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