A little quarrel to please
"Yes, I will kill you."
Yanzhu choked, and the man looked serious and did not hide his feelings at all.
She twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling a little blocked in her heart for some reason, but it quickly disappeared. She snorted, "You should tell the truth at this time."
Seeing the man's expression fixed on her without blinking for a moment, Yan Zhu's heart tightened. As their eyes met, she heard the man's unhurried voice in her ears.
"I will kill you and then go with you."
It landed lightly on Yanzhu's heart, yet it was heavy, adding something indescribable.
Qingxuan regained his usual calm smile: "Are you feeling better?"
Yan Zhu curled her lips, her drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, and she muttered softly, "Who's angry? What happened to your cultivation? You're lying to me, you know that?"
Qingxuan let out a soft laugh, and with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, he said, "I was the one who lied to you first, so I was wrong. But if I hadn't told you the truth, you would have definitely chased me away.
I had no choice but to resort to this last resort and lie that my cultivation hadn't recovered yet."
Yan Zhu's anger had mostly subsided, and she grumbled, "So it's my fault?"
Qingxuan took a half step back and chuckled: "It's my fault that I didn't explain it in time. Will the God still chase me away?"
Yan Zhu turned her eyes sideways in the man's direction, leaned against the jade pillar, stared at the ground without looking back, and muttered unhappily: "How can I chase you away? I've been chasing you for so long, and you haven't moved an inch."
She had never seen such a shameless level of behavior.
When he ascended to heaven just a year ago, his first impression was that he was dignified and polite. When she picked him up on the roadside, she felt that he was gentle even if he fell into the dust. She never expected that people's hearts are hidden and she couldn't tell anything just by appearance.
Men nowadays are moody and sometimes make mistakes without knowing why. They are dangerous, oppressive and in control.
This is Yanzhu's new understanding of Qingxuan.
"This won't happen again. If you continue to lie to me, I won't let you stay in this lonely place."
Qingxuan was about to speak when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Lord Yanzhu and Lord Qingxuan, please follow me." said the divine attendant.
Yan Zhu snorted and took the first step. The latter stared at the woman's slender back with a gloomy expression.
The two entered the gilded white jade hall. The elegant sandalwood fragrance lingered in their noses, soothing their minds and slowly subsiding the nameless anger that Yanzhu had felt at the hall door a moment ago.
Qingxuan's eyes passed over Yanzhu's face imperceptibly without saying anything.
The divine servant did not stop, and led the two of them straight through a high-top golden-carved long gate, across the aerial corridor, and came to the clear terrace. Looking up to the horizon, the peaks of the divine realm were scattered in an orderly manner, hidden in the sea of clouds, and the sound of bells was distant.
Qing Terrace is one of the side halls of the Nine-Layered Temple. In the morning, you can enjoy the morning glow and the first sunrise, and in the evening, you can admire the stars in the sky and see the lights of thousands of homes on earth. It is one of the best places to enjoy the scenery in the divine world.
Yan Zhu followed behind the divine servant, walking seriously, but in fact, his peripheral vision swept around most of the surroundings. He saw the setting sun dyeing half the sky red, the sound of cranes calling, and the sound of evening drums, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Finally, the terrace was covered with dusk. Under a tall old pine tree swaying in the wind, Yanzhu saw Haotian and Rong Shang playing chess. The atmosphere on the glass chessboard was harmonious.
"Tianjun, the Divine Master Yanzhu and the Divine Master Qingxuan have arrived."
The divine servant leaned forward slightly and reminded Haotian softly.
Haotian nodded, placed a piece lightly, then turned around and said in a calm but stern voice, "I just talked to the Lord of the Underworld about the villain causing trouble and plotting to murder the God of Purification. Is everything okay?"
"Thank you, Lord Tian, for your concern for me,"
Yan Zhu lowered her head and bowed, "Luckily, Lord Ming and Qing Xuan came to my rescue in time, and I'm fine now."
Rong Shang's attention seemed to be focused on the chessboard, as if he was unfamiliar with the visitor.
Haotian's gaze shifted from Rong Shang to Yan Zhu without meaning to, then he turned to look at Qing Xuan, his tone unpleasant: "What's going on?"
Qing Xuan replied, "I suspect someone is using foul energy to cause trouble, and fearing the power of Yanzhu Divine Venerable, I am therefore taking action to eliminate them."
Upon hearing this, Haotian sneered, and the majesty of the emperor was fully revealed at that moment. The air was stagnant and frosty. Yanzhu's heart skipped a beat, and her breath suddenly became slightly choked.
Such a strong pressure... She was just a small golden elixir, and she hadn't even formed a elixir yet. Within two or three breaths, her calves trembled and became weak due to the pressure of the surrounding aura.
Fortunately, Qingxuan beside her noticed it. He secretly grabbed her arm and quietly ferryed her soul over.
The man's big hands were warm and strong. After Yan Zhu had a support point, and with the spiritual power flowing throughout her body, her meridians began to flow smoothly and her calves became straight. She quietly looked at the other three people present, not being affected at all.
Her expression remained calm, but she couldn't help feeling depressed. This had been a very fulfilling day. She had just escaped from danger and was now under pressure again.
Every time I meet the Heavenly Lord, there will be unexpected things happening.
The first time she was conferred the title of Purifying God, she was shocked.
The second time he proposed, she was terrified.
The third time, she was almost pushed to the ground, and she was depressed.
"Lord of Heaven." The divine servant whispered a reminder from the side.
Haotian withdrew his imposing aura, glanced at Yanzhu, whose face was slightly pale and bewildered, and then turned calmly to Rong Shang and said, "I forgot that the Pure Turbid God has a low level of cultivation."
Yan Zhu smiled awkwardly.
Intuitively, the Heavenly Monarch seemed to be testing something, his own cultivation level, or something else?
Because she clearly felt that during this summons, the Heavenly Emperor looked at her more times than before, which was an oppressive inquiry from a superior.
Rong Shang smiled faintly, remaining detached and objective. "The Purifying God has special powers. Heavenly Lord, please give him more time. Perhaps his cultivation will improve."
Qingxuan continued, "The person I fought with today tried his best to hide his identity, but his movements were not difficult to tell that he was from the divine realm. He destroyed the Scorpio Grass Powder that demons and ghosts could not approach. This allowed the Mirror Abyss Ghost and the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon to commit crimes in broad daylight. This shows how rampant they are."
Haotian held the glass chess piece between his fingers, his brows furrowed coldly, "What does Qingxuan mean?"
"The cultivation level and rank of the person behind the scenes are quite high, and he is secretly collaborating with the ghost and demon worlds."
Qingxuan analyzed, "Although the prophecy stone has moved unusually recently, there are no clear signs."
Haotian nodded, placed a piece, and asked, "What does the Lord of the Underworld think?"
Rong Shang's phoenix eyes gave him a mischievous smile. "The person behind this is going to great lengths to get rid of the Purifying God, even at the cost of exposing themselves. I think it's because they're wary of divine power, or perhaps because the Purifying God isn't taken seriously. But no matter what, if this plan is exposed, there's always another plan."
"If you are at ease, the interrogation of Jingyuan Ghost will be handed over to me, and I will hand it over to your realm after the interrogation."
Rong Shang cupped his fingers and placed a piece on the crystal-clear chessboard. He paused, taking in the situation on both sides. He smiled at the effortless Haotian and said slowly, "Your Majesty's chess skills are exceptional. I accept defeat wholeheartedly."
"If the Lord of the Underworld can help, that would be great."
Haotian smiled lightly and modestly: "Thank you, Lord of the Underworld. It's just luck."
Rong Shang stood up and said, "It's getting late, and I'm tied up with other matters in the underworld. I can't stay long."
"Come back later."
The Heavenly Lord then stood up and raised his hand. The divine attendant stepped forward and saluted, "Master Lord of the Underworld, please."
Yan Zhu stepped aside to make way. When passing the newcomer, Rong Shang's eyes showed a slight fluctuation that disappeared in an instant. He walked neither slowly nor slowly and passed Yan Zhu without pausing for a moment.
In the corner of Yan Zhu's eye, she saw Rong Shang's back in white clothes with snow-white hair. His sleeves were slightly blown by the wind, adding a layer of honey color in the afterglow of the sun. After a moment, he disappeared with the divine servant.
Her almond-shaped eyes did not move, her expression remained motionless, but her mind was actually going around in circles. She recalled how Rong Shang had changed from being a distant gentleman at the beginning to being taciturn and casual in his analysis, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance.
So Yan Zhu stood aside like a pine tree, with her eyes lowered quietly, without saying a word.
But despite this, the Lord of Heaven still asked suddenly, and she couldn't help but be extremely alert.
As dusk fell, the evening breeze suddenly rose.
Yan Zhu heard the Heavenly Lord casually say, "I heard that the God of Purification and the Lord of the Underworld are very familiar with each other?"
After saying this, Yan Zhu straightened up and gathered all her energy: "Your Majesty, I haven't met the Lord of the Underworld since I returned from the Underworld a year ago."
A year ago, she was in the underworld and was accidentally discovered by the Lord of the Underworld with the power of purification. Under his guidance, she realized her own innate spiritual power and refined the turbid air in the purgatory into black silk.
It was also at that time that the gods learned of the commotion and the Heavenly Emperor named her the God of Purification.
Rong Shang was a benefactor to her. Without him, she would be a bullied palace maid now. Even if she had the power of purification, it would be useless.
"God of Purification and Turbidity, play a game of chess with me." His tone brooked no room for argument.
? She can’t.
Yan Zhu looked up in confusion, only to see Haotian waving at her calmly, then waving his sleeves slowly, leaving the glass chessboard empty.
"Your Majesty, I know nothing about chess." Yan Zhu said hurriedly.
Unexpectedly, Haotian said: "I allow you to bring the person next to you."
Yan Zhu subconsciously looked at Qingxuan beside her, her heart beating up and down like a drum, and she didn't know what the Heavenly Lord wanted to do next.
Hard to guess.
"No problem, the Lord is very approachable, just play chess."
Qingxuan's eyes were calm, and he looked at her with a hint of comfort. Then he saluted Tianjun and said, "Being respectful is worse than obeying your command."
Approachable?
Yanzhu: ...
The two men stepped forward, and Yan Zhu, following Haotian Gushui Wubo's gaze, sat in the position where Rong Shang had just been, facing the Heavenly Lord, while Qingxuan sat on the stone bench to her left.
The Heavenly Lord raised his eyelids, his gaze shifting from the chessboard to Yan Zhu's face, with an overly lingering and probing expression, "God of Purification."
Yanzhu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath. She pinched the glass chess piece with two fingers and was about to turn around to ask Qingxuan where to place the piece when she saw a faint golden light flashing at the three horizontal and two vertical positions in the lower left corner of the glass chessboard.
Haotian on the opposite side did not hide it, so it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Qingxuan's action.
As expected of a close minister of the Emperor, he turned a blind eye to this.
Yan Zhuqiu's eyes moved slightly, then she raised her wrist and tucked her sleeve, slowly taking the piece in her bare hand and gently lowering it. When the pieces touched each other, there was a pleasant and crisp sound, like pearls falling on a plate.
The Lord of Heaven rested his elbows on the stone table, half-clasping his hands to support his head. His eyes darted back and forth between the two men who were cooperating tacitly. He didn't even look at the chessboard, but moved his index finger slightly to play chess with them.
Yanzhu lowered her eyes obediently, and made her moves according to Qingxuan's light golden dots.
There were continuous crisp sounds in the wind, coming and going for a while, until several lights were lit on the Qing Terrace, the nine-story temple was brightly lit, and the sky above was full of stars, which reflected the endless lights of the gods' realm below.
Undercurrents are brewing outside the chessboard, and the battle inside the chessboard has already turned into a stalemate.
The Heavenly Monarch frowned, his casually moving index finger suddenly paused, and then his dark eyes smiled: "Qingxuan's chess skills are superb. I am ashamed of myself. Only you, playing chess, only cares about winning or losing."
Yan Zhu quietly and obediently watched the unfinished game before her. She twisted her wrist slightly beneath her sleeve to ease the pain. She couldn't help but complain inwardly, "How could anyone dare to defeat the Heavenly Monarch?"
Qingxuan smiled faintly: "It's just that the Heavenly Lord is giving in to me."
Tianjun: "Are Aunt Ye and Uncle Lang okay? The last time we went to Fangcun Mountain was more than ten years ago."
Yan Zhu knew that the two people mentioned by the Heavenly Monarch were Qingxuan's father and mother, who were now the rulers of the Xuan Ya clan and their home was Fangcun Mountain.
Qingxuan nodded, and said calmly, "Thank you, Lord Tian, for your concern. My father and mother are in good health."
Tianjun: "More than ten years ago, the two elders arranged a marriage for you. How come you haven't had a chance to drink at your wedding yet?"
Qingxuan paused and smiled calmly: "It's not time for fate, so there's no rush."
Yanzhu pricked up her ears, wondering, "Why would the Heavenly Lord be interested in matchmaking?" Was he particularly free? He seemed to have a close relationship with Qingxuan.
Last time he asked her if she had a crush on someone, and now he asked about Qingxuan’s marriage.
Tsk.
The Heavenly Monarch changed the subject: "Has the Purifying God ever considered not purifying the turbid air anymore? That way, there's no chance of falling into demonic existence, and you can live a peaceful and stable life."
Yan Zhu clenched her fingers in the dark, and her palms were slightly sweaty. She could feel that the person opposite her was testing her, a scheming test. From the moment she sat down, she became a player in the game.
"Ever since receiving the title, Yanzhu has never forgotten his mission."
Haotian nodded. "The turbid air rises, and your spiritual power is just the right thing to purify it. Isn't this destined? The God Realm will compensate as much as possible for the backlash caused during this period. Do you have any other questions?"
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