Dual Form
The gods were shocked because a little maid was made a priestess!
The god of purification.
"Why should she?!"
"Which one of those who is ordained as a priest is not of the Divine Lord level?"
As we all know, the six realms respect the strong.
"He was conferred the title by the Heavenly Sovereign himself. Who dares to speak nonsense?"
The gods were dissatisfied, but they could do nothing.
"However, since the Purifying God took office, the divine realm is no longer troubled by turbid energy. I haven't heard of anyone being swallowed by turbid energy, disturbed, or even falling into demonic possession."
"That's true. Today is different from the past. In the past, there was abundant spiritual energy and not much turbid energy. Now, the spiritual energy is thin and the turbid energy is rising.
"The stagnation of cultivation is a minor matter, but the pollution of the spiritual spring, affecting the sea of consciousness and leading to the fall of the devil is a major problem. Thinking about the people who went crazy every day because of the foul air, I am still frightened now!"
Some people were still unconvinced, "So what? Don't you know? The Purifying God has not yet formed a pill!"
Everyone sighed and lamented that this really lowered the level of the priests in the divine world!
——
Yan Zhu, the new priest who has not yet achieved the Dan stage/is at the bottom of the class/is wearing a cool white robe that flutters like a lotus. At this moment, he is standing on a CD and making hand gestures in mid-air.
His ten fingers flew and formed seals, and at the same time the huge magic circle emitted starlight, a black silk flew out from his sleeve, killing in all directions, constantly strangling, absorbing and purifying the turbid air in the medicine field in front of him.
The woman's eyes were filled with layers of black light, like a devil or a charm, with a smile on her lips, frivolous and unrestrained, until there was no trace of foul air in the medicine field.
The disc carried the woman back to the ground, transforming into an ancient mirror. "Call it a day!"
Wujiuyinru is her companion artifact, with the following skills: chatting.
“I don’t know what the backlash of this purification will be.”
On the way down the mountain, Yan Zhu was guessing as she walked, and accidentally stepped on someone. When she looked closely, she saw that it was an injured and weak man.
“Scary!”
Yan Zhu quickly patted the man's forearm that she had just stepped on, but unexpectedly, the other party's dirty hand grabbed her sleeve.
"Save me..." Hoarse and weak.
What a pure spiritual spring!
Wujiu transmitted the message: This is the first time I have encountered a pure spiritual spring. Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual spring can only be found by those who carry the great way, and it is very easy to attract foul air.
Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like strangers touching her, even if they were from the Great Dao.
But since she had offended him first, she did not say anything more until the woman moved her gaze from the man's dirty hands to that face, and her almond-shaped eyes lit up.
She is good-looking, and she knows him. He is the number one fortune teller in the six realms, a close minister of the Emperor of Heaven, and the God of Qingxuan.
When he ascended to heaven, the divine realm was ablaze with auspicious signs, attracting thousands of people to the streets. She had seen him from afar. At that time, he was a slender and graceful man, with unparalleled elegance, while she was a little palace maid who was bullied and helpless.
At this moment, she was wearing a clean white robe, while the man's body was covered in blood from wounds of varying sizes, but the dark color of the robe made it difficult to see clearly. Overall, there was a sense of broken beauty in the mess.
Even if the man fell into the mud, it was difficult to conceal his pure and extraordinary Taoist spirit, his handsome face, and his eyes as calm as a pool. Only the weak words of asking for help at this moment revealed the man's weakness.
Yan Zhu followed the man's tightening grip and squatted down, speaking with interest, "I've heard of Qingxuan Divine Lord's reputation for predicting the heavens and the earth, and changing the fortunes of others. He has many enemies because of this. Moreover, I'm only at the Jindan stage, so weak. If I save you, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"
Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head, met Yan Zhu's teasing gaze, and spoke with difficulty, "You... your cultivation is not weak, I saw it."
Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow: "What did you see?"
Qingxuan lowered his eyes. "Your cultivation was indeed weak before you purified the turbid air, but while you were purifying it... your cultivation was unmatched. Perhaps, I can say that the Purifying God... you have two forms. The first is your original form... The second is the stress form produced by the stimulation of the turbid air."
Even though her secret was discovered, Yan Zhu was not annoyed. Instead, she chuckled, "So? You want to use this to threaten me? But it's useless. What if others find out? Since ancient times, it's not uncommon for one person to have two forms."
Hearing this, the man gave a short, light laugh, then raised his eyes and looked tenderly at the woman's eyes, which were shimmering with a dark glow. "God, you misunderstood. I simply wanted to tell you that while purifying the turbid qi can temporarily grant you supreme cultivation, during each purification process, does God feel that his sea of consciousness is out of control and full of bloodlust? And after the purification is complete, does there appear to be any unexpected backlash?"
After saying that, Yan Zhu suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's neck, her eyes fierce: "How do you know?"
Wu Jiu transmitted a message in his mind: "Oh no! The secret of the dual form is not a big deal if others know it, but the accumulation of purifying turbid energy will cause the master's sea of consciousness to fall into demonic possession. I must not let another person know, otherwise the divine realm will not tolerate it!"
Qingxuan: "Just counting with my fingers."
As Yan Zhu's fingers slowly tightened, the man's face flushed red, his dark eyes were deep, and he looked at her calmly, as if he saw through life and death.
The two faced each other, and Yan Zhu was the first to let go. After the man was freed from the shackles, he breathed deeply to relieve the discomfort.
Yan Zhu withdrew his hand and warned: "Don't talk nonsense, or I will kill you."
The man was seriously injured and had many enemies. If she didn't kill him, someone else would.
Unexpectedly, before Yan Zhu could completely withdraw her hand, the man used up his last bit of strength to grab her wrist. "God, why don't you keep me by your side? What if I can't control my mouth?"
Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes: "Are you threatening me?"
She was really angry.
"How dare I?" Qingxuan chuckled, but frowned because of his injury. He said, "I guess every time the God purifies the turbid air, there will be strange backlash."
"So what?"
The man was able to predict the demon's bloodthirstiness, so she was not surprised by the backlash.
Qingxuan's breath was as thin as a thread. "If I tell you that I can predict what kind of backlash the Divine Lord will face, and... I will find a way to prevent the turbid energy from affecting my sea of consciousness, will the Divine Lord agree to take me in until I recover from my injuries and regain my cultivation before leaving?"
"As expected of the number one fortune teller in the six realms."
Yan Zhu was silent for a moment, then agreed to the man's proposal, "I can save you, but can I cook?"
The man looked puzzled and the woman's topic was really jumping around.
Yan Zhu smiled and said, "You are so smart, but you don't know how to do it now? I haven't formed the elixir yet, so I don't know how to practice fasting."
Qingxuan nodded: "Okay."
Yanzhu looked surprised, but didn't ask any more questions. As long as he could cook, that was enough. She didn't need to know why a god could cook.
"Deal. I will protect you until your power recovers, and you will predict the backlash for me. So..."
She pointed at her eyes, the black light within them was both alluring and bewitching. "What is this backlash?"
Qingxuan summoned the yarrow bead with his other hand, closed his eyes and divined. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Headache."
Yan Zhu held her forehead and pressed down her throbbing eyebrows: "..."
——
Back to the lonely land, a remote corner of the divine world, the courtyard is Yanzhu's residence.
The moment Yanzhu supported Qingxuan and pushed the door open, the dark light in her eyes faded away. She paused, then slowly looked at the two people arm in arm...
Just let go.
Qingxuan stumbled, and if it weren't for the crutch in his hand supporting him, he would have been injured even more...
"you……"
Qingxuan saw the man in front of him take off his robes and change into clean green clothes. He understood, but still asked: "Has he changed back to his original form?"
Unexpectedly, Yanzhu's original form is completely different from her second form. One is an innocent and weak little white flower, while the other is unrestrained and rebellious.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Yan Zhu didn't know where to put her hands, and she looked very guilty, with a hint of fear in her expression. "It's just that men and women are different."
"No problem."
The woman's dual personality was extremely contrasting, one strong and the other weak. Qingxuan remained unfazed by praise or criticism, and brought up the topic in a gentle tone: "I didn't expect the God's residence... to be so charming."
Looking around, it can be summed up in two words: outdated. It does not have any of the buildings, pavilions, and elegance that should be in the divine world. It is more similar to the four small courtyards in the human world.
Yan Zhu glanced around and asked tentatively: "If the God is not satisfied, you can--" You can leave. After all, the second form is hers, and it is her decision.
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man, "No, I have a way. Besides, the God saved my life and let me stay to recuperate. It is only right that I should repay him."
ah?
Yan Zhu: "Repay a favor?"
Isn't this about cooperation? Why is it about repaying a favor?
She also discovered that her second form could easily take control, while her original form couldn't do that. She even found it difficult to say "reject"...
Many years later, she realized that men were calculating and scheming at every step, and both she and he were growing up.
——
Three days later, Qingxuan got out of bed and started working. He was able to move freely and had cordoned off an area in the yard. It was unknown what he was doing.
When Yanzhu came back from collecting herbs, she saw Qingxuan in the twilight, his forehead covered with sweat, his sleeves folded up, the curves of his forearms smooth and powerful, loosening the soil.
"What are you doing?"
The man was working seriously. After hearing the sound, he seemed to have just noticed Yan Zhu. He turned around and smiled gently: "Do something, otherwise I'm afraid you will chase me away."
Yan Zhu's forehead twitched, and she said patiently, "I've told you many times, it won't happen. Just focus on healing and recovering your skills."
Qingxuan: "Didn't you say that although the Heavenly Monarch has given you a new deity, this is where you grew up, and even though it's located in a remote corner of the divine realm, you can't bear to move away?"
Yanzhu put down the bamboo basket and wondered, "So?"
“Although we cannot choose our nature, we can try our best to create our future.”
The man's tone was light, but his confident and controlling look made people unable to help but believe him.
Yan Zhu hesitated to speak. After spending three days together, she realized that the man before her was kind and amiable, without the coldness, desirelessness, or oppressive majesty of the gods. So she mustered up the courage to mutter, "Are all you fortune tellers talking so mysteriously?"
Upon hearing this, Qingxuan's face lit up with vigor, causing Yanzhu to take a second look. The man gestured excitedly with a shovel in his hand. "What I mean is that the remoteness of the lonely land cannot be changed, but we can decorate it. For example, we can enclose a flower garden here, put a stone table under that big tree to make tea and admire the moon, and put out two rocking chairs. If you like, we can also build a swing and set up a flower stand around the outside."
"Is it really that troublesome?"
Yan Zhu was conflicted. She felt that she had nothing to be dissatisfied with the current state of Gujing. However, if she really wanted to make some changes to the decoration, she didn't have the ability to do so.
"Is this bad?"
"Old but clean and orderly, very good."
Qingxuan shook his head, his eyes sparkling, and every word seemed to strike at Yanzhu's heart. "It's just that I think it can be lush and green, bright and beautiful like spring, only then it is worthy of Yanzhu."
Yan Zhu lowered her eyes and remained silent. Beautiful things need careful care and maintenance. She was not a person who cultivated her temperament or had elegant sentiments, so she said bluntly: "I won't spend time to take care of it."
Unexpectedly, Qingxuan gave a short laugh: "I don't intend to let you do it, I will do it myself, and I will take care of it from now on. Just consider it as your reward for taking me in, how about it?"
Yan Zhu pursed her lips. Since the man had said this, she could only nod. At worst, she could just wait for his cultivation to recover and he would leave before returning to his original appearance.
"After drying these herbs tomorrow, pound them dry and grind them into powder. It will be good for the wounds on your body."
“Thank you very much, but as a divine being, I should receive divine salary and elixirs every month…” The man hesitated and looked around, only to see that the lonely land was extremely poor.
Wu Jiu couldn't help it anymore, flew out of space, and complained: "Those people in the Shenfu Division are too arrogant and look down on my master. They are shortchanging me every month! There are also rumors that my master got an official position by relying on the relationship with the Heavenly Monarch. How despicable!"
"Sorry, if there were pills, your recovery would be even better..."
Yan Zhu paused fiddling with the herbs, then spread them out on a one-meter-diameter bamboo mat. "Strength is respected in the six realms, and even more so in the divine realm. You know I don't even have a golden elixir. If it weren't for a chance encounter, how could I have become a priest and enjoy the honor of being a god?"
"No problem, thank you for picking herbs for me recently."
Qingxuan looked at the woman's frail back, his expression flickering before returning to normal. He said, "I was at a disadvantage then, but I'm at an advantage now. Yanzhu, your second form of cultivation is unmatched in the divine realm. If the gods knew, they would surely change their minds."
Yan Zhu didn't even raise her eyes, her hands kept moving, and she said nonchalantly, "It's hard to stop people from talking. It's just harmless speculation. What does it have to do with me?"
As she finished speaking, she was about to stand on tiptoe to place the bamboo weaving on the upper layer of the two-meter bamboo frame, but Qingxuan lifted the bamboo weaving with both hands from behind, raised his shoulders slightly, and placed the bamboo weaving steadily on the upper layer.
A light breeze blew across her face, and a faint cool fragrance lingered in her nose, instantly reminding Yanzhu of the coolness of the cedar trees on the solitary peak in the back mountain.
She held her breath for a moment and slightly turned her eyes to the side, only then she realized that her forehead was just at the man's chin. At this moment, the two of them seemed to be in an intimate posture from a distance, but in fact, her back was still a fist away from the man's chest.
Gentleness and consideration were her first impression of him, and self-discipline and propriety were her second.
Qingxuan took a step back and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Yan Zhu subconsciously curled her fingers, raised her eyes to look at the man's clear and bright eyes, and said softly, "It's okay."
Wu Jiu said, "I'm hungry."
Hearing this, Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The food is in the kitchen, wait for me to get it."
"I'll help you."
Yan Zhulian said, "It's a bit embarrassing for a man to wash his hands and cook for three meals a day. Even if he has lost all his cultivation, he can't order him around like this!" Even if that was... the condition set by her second form.
She was naughty and had a bad taste at the time, but the man agreed without hesitation and acted without any complaints.
Yan Zhu felt that such a person, who was covered with scars caused by his enemies and whose cultivation level was unknown when it would recover, had a strong character. Even if he fell to the bottom, he could remain calm, arrange his surroundings according to his own wishes, and find the most comfortable life.
"This is a three-fresh fish soup, with the rosy chrysanthemum as the main ingredient, along with dogwood, perilla, and moonflower. It's said to nourish qi and blood while also preserving youthful appearance."
"?" Yan Zhu raised her eyes slightly slowly and looked at the man, her amber eyes full of doubt.
Qingxuan realized something and let out a deep laugh. He explained, "You haven't yet formed your elixir, and haven't practiced fasting. The human world has abundant food, so it's always a good idea to follow the human world's recipes."
It turned out to be a recipe from the human world. Yanzhu said "Oh" and took the big bowl of fish soup from the man.
Yanzhu had just walked out of the kitchen with the fish soup, and before she put it on the stone table, a "ding-dang" sound was heard, accompanied by Yanzhu's frightened voice.
The soup bowl in his hand was shattered by a ray of spiritual light coming from outside the door, and the boiling hot fish soup splashed on the woman's skirt. Qingxuan walked to the woman in two steps, not caring about etiquette. He hurriedly pulled Yanzhu's white and delicate hands to check up and down to see if there were any burns.
"Where did you get burned?"
"A little soup splashed on my palm, it's okay."
"It's red, how can it be okay?"
Qingxuan's eyes showed genuine pity, and he immediately gathered his spirit at his fingertips, trying to erase the red marks.
"What are you doing? Your spiritual power has just recovered a little, don't use it carelessly."
Yanzhu immediately pulled her hand away, her mind swirling with confusion. Was it her hand that was burned? Didn't she say it was okay? Was he making a big deal out of nothing?
Moreover, he hadn't used his spiritual power to heal the wounds on his body, so why should she waste his spiritual power?
"Don't move."
But the man was very persistent and grabbed her hand back, using only a little strength. She couldn't break free at all, so she just let him do it. It was a waste of his spiritual power anyway.
"I say, with so many of us here, can't you see? It's just a burn, why are you pulling and tugging and getting so nervous?"
Qingxuan treated the burns with his back to the light, his eyes lowered, a gloom falling.
Yan Zhu looked at the person who started this. He was carrying a large axe on his shoulder, and was followed by a group of younger brothers. "I don't know you guys, do I?"
Since she was conferred the title, she hasn't seen the group of people who bullied her in the past month.
The big axe-wielding man smiled sinisterly. "I don't know the little beauty, but I know the man next to you. I heard that the Qingxuan God's cultivation was completely destroyed, so I came to visit my old friend."
Yan Zhu frowned. How could this murderous look be from an old friend?
She looked at Qingxuan questioningly, and the man whispered, "He was my former enemy."
Yanzhu understood that he was here to seek revenge.
"There's a rumor in the divine realm that the Lord God is hiding in a corner here. I never thought that the once revered Lord God would now live in such a dilapidated place. It's truly gratifying."
The big axe-wielding man blew a hooligan whistle and looked at the two men with ill intent.
"Don't you want your eyes anymore?"
Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and his mischievous eyes burst out with extreme coldness as he looked towards the opposite side.
Of course, in Yan Zhu's eyes, these light words had no killing power.
However, the big man's legs went weak, as if he remembered something he was afraid of. For some reason, he felt full of confidence and shouted fiercely: "You dare to be so arrogant even though your cultivation is ruined! If you don't break your bad luck today, I will kill the beauty beside you!"
"Brothers, go!"
Yan Zhu clenched the small white bottle in her sleeve. She turned her head and pushed the man's arm with one hand: "Stand away."
She stared at the aggressive group of people in front of her, slowly lifted the bottle cap with her thumb, and collected all the foul air that came out of the bottle into her palm.
In an instant, the woman's amber eyes were coated with a layer of dark light, like a charm or a demon, wild and wanton, but the sacred white robe with gold patterns neutralized and diluted this demonic nature.
Qingxuan's eyes, hidden in the darkness, flickered, concealing a hint of complexity.
It was too late for the Black Tiger Cave Lord and his younger brothers to retreat. They watched as the weak woman, whose temperament had changed drastically, casually swung out a black silk ribbon. They had no way of dodging it, it was too fast!
Yan Zhu smiled and used one hand to control the black silk. Her red lips whispered, "Thousands of threads, open."
As the curse was uttered, the black silk seemed to respond and gradually split into thousands of threads from the thickness of a thigh, hanging everyone in the air like puppets.
Amidst the crying and struggling, the cave owner hurriedly shouted, "Stop struggling, or it will get tighter!"
The younger brothers were so frightened that they dared not move and were silent as a mouse.
Qingxuan walked to a bright spot and stood behind Yanzhu. He looked over the top of the woman's head at the person in the air with a faint smile, pretending to be surprised: "Why are you so embarrassed?"
The cave master was so angry that he yelled, "Shut up!"
Then he turned to look at the woman who was in control of the situation, and in a negotiating tone, he said flatteringly, "Miss, we have no grudges against each other. Could you please let me go? Besides, the man next to you is a villain! He steals other people's fortunes and brings them misfortunes! Miss, you can tell at a glance that you are a person of true nature. Don't be fooled by this villain!"
"Spilled my fish soup? I ruined my fun and wasted my time. Don't you have any grudges against me?"
Yan Zhu's smile deepened, and his gaze slowly moved from the still warm soup on the ground to the big man. He raised his eyebrows, and with a single hand, the black silk drained away all the spiritual power from everyone in the blink of an eye.
Amidst a chorus of "Ah!"s, he was thrown out the door.
"Help! That person can actually control the foul air!"
"Didn't they say that the divine realm is no longer plagued by foul air that could harm people?"
Everyone looked at their hands and said, "My spiritual power! It's gone just like that..."
"Why don't you get out of here?!"
"If you disturb me again, it won't just be spiritual power that will be left behind."
After Yan Zhu said that, she closed the door with a bang.
Everyone was frightened out of their wits by the sound. After a moment of stunned silence, they came to their senses and ran away without a trace.
In the courtyard across the wall, Qingxuan was bending over to pick up the broken pots, when unexpectedly a slender hand with white skin gently grabbed his wrist.
"Why would the Lord God personally take care of such a thing?"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, a black light flashed, her eyebrows moved slightly, and the mess on the ground disappeared instantly, and it was restored to cleanliness.
Yan Zhu met the man's puzzled gaze, raised the corners of her mouth, and with a little force, pulled the man up: "God, I'm hungry, I want to drink three-fresh fish soup."
"The three-fresh fish soup needs to be simmered over low heat for an hour."
Qingxuan said in a gentle voice, as if he was already accustomed to the two completely different personalities: "Why don't we eat something else today and make it for you tomorrow."
"Eat something else?"
Yan Zhu raised her voice at the end of her voice, and suddenly she reached out and slowly traced the man's clear brow. Seeing that he instinctively retreated, she put her backhand on his shoulder and threatened: "Don't hide, or I won't help you next time."
Qingxuan lowered his eyes and then sighed softly, as if to compromise.
Yan Zhu was finally happy. She traced the man's eyebrows and eyes as she wished, a bright smile in her eyes, and said gently: "For the Divine Lord, no matter how long it takes, I will wait."
"After all, I am the one who picked it up, so I still have some tolerance and patience."
Qingxuan's body stiffened, and he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Yan Zhu's eyes flickered, and her cool fingertips slid across the man's jaw: "Speak."
Qingxuan's body tensed, his eyes darkening as he managed to squeeze out a few words: "That person's words..." Stealing other people's good fortune only adds to their bad luck...
Yan Zhu frowned, her tone very puzzled: "Why should I trust a stranger whose name I don't even know? Besides, I have promised you that if your cultivation does not recover in one day, I will protect you for one day.
If you have time to indulge in idle thoughts, you should find a way to protect me from the backlash of my sea of consciousness."
As if he hadn't expected the woman's Buddhist and open-minded attitude, Qingxuan suddenly chuckled and sighed softly, "The gods are cold and aloof, and follow the cycle of cause and effect. Most of them stand by and watch, but the God is different."
The woman raised her eyelids and met the man's complicated gaze. Her words were filled with sneer. "So what if he's a god? He's still a mess. If you had come to me a few months ago, we would both have been bullied."
A few months ago, she had not yet discovered the switch in her dual personality and was unable to protect herself.
As soon as she finished speaking, Yanzhu's hands had already fallen on Qingxuan's straight shoulders and were slowly rubbing them, which seemed to be an unintentional mischief, but also like a teasing between a man and a woman.
Qingxuan understood the hidden meaning of Yanzhu's words. He lowered his eyes to look at the woman's exquisite and translucent amber eyes, and finally reluctantly held down Yanzhu's rebellious hand.
"Whenever I meet someone who abuses his divine power and harms innocent lives, I bring them bad luck. Apart from anything else, their cultivation will only regress, not progress," Qingxuan explained.
Yan Zhu nodded casually: "I know."
If someone who possesses pure spiritual spring uses his divine power to settle personal grudges, it is simply an insult to the way of heaven.
But in Qingxuan's eyes, the woman's unconditional belief had a different effect.
The man was slightly stunned, but quickly recovered and pretended to be unconcerned, saying, "Your Majesty is so gullible. What if he gets deceived?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Zhu's amber eyes looked as if she had heard a joke: "I'm just telling the truth."
Seeing the woman's bare hands skillfully break free from his grip and slowly move towards the man's Adam's apple, Qingxuan once again stopped them with one hand, and with the other hand he took out the yarrow beads to divine, and abruptly changed the subject: "Three Fresh Fish Soup... I'm afraid it can only be made tomorrow, because the backlash of the God this time is a coma."
After he finished speaking, Yanzhu was about to open his mouth to say something, but he closed his eyes and fell straight to the ground. Qingxuan caught him with his quick eyes and hands.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, then he steadily extended his arm between the woman's legs and picked her up sideways. The man lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Zhu for a while with a complicated expression. There was a dark color in his eyes, deep and boundless, which was completely different from the gentleness between the two of them.
After a while, he walked straight into the house holding the woman.
The days go by in a row, during which Yanzhu purifies the foul air, Qingxuan foresees the backlash, takes care of his lonely world for him, and looks for ways to avoid the backlash, while she protects the man from revenge by his enemies, and the two get along harmoniously through polishing.
In her original form, Yanzhu was timid and polite at first, but later she let down her guard and interacted naturally like friends, even boldly making requests.
Men respond to everything.
"This swing is too hard."
"Change."
"Today I want to eat the wontons made by the Human King."
"Can."
"I don't quite understand this turbidity trap."
"Let me take a look."
"What's up with these elixirs and divine firewood?"
"Although I have lost all my cultivation, I still have some face over there, so they dare not refuse."
Sometimes Yanzhu thought that Qingxuan was such a good person.
One year later.
Lonely place, courtyard.
"Young Master, the prophecy stone has not moved recently. The clan leader asked when you will return?"
A young man in a black tight-fitting outfit with a feathered crown lowered his eyes and bowed with a respectful look.
Qingxuan, dressed in white, was busy in the kitchen. He suddenly said, "Get a plate."
“…” The young man in black hurried over and silently handed the plate to the man. The latter raised his arm and shook it with skillful movements, taking the dish out of the pot.
The young man in black wanted to say something, but he couldn't hold it back. "Young Master, you can do this with your spiritual power, why do you have to do it yourself?"
Why else?
Because Yanzhu has a picky palate and a keen sense of taste, he can distinguish between traditional methods and original cooking methods.
Qingxuan didn't respond. After a moment of oppressive silence, the young man in black realized he had overstepped his bounds and said, "I'm sorry, young master."
"There won't be a next time."
Qingxuan's tone was calm, but he didn't allow for any further comment. "Go back and tell the clan leader to wait for the right opportunity. I also told him that I know what I'm doing, so don't come to pry into her again. Besides Yanzhi, no one else should approach her."
In other words, there was a little black crow on the eaves at this moment. When it heard someone calling its name, it tilted its head and made a "Ga" sound.
Young Master, having me is enough.
The young man in black secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Understood, I will take my leave."
Qingxuan glanced at the sky, then looked at Yanzhi and said simply, "Look after the house. I'll go get someone."
"Ga——"Okay, young master.
Yanzhi didn't understand why his young master treated them and Yanzhu with completely different attitudes, always switching between indifference and kindness.
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Divine Realm, Yaofeng.
The forest is shrouded in clouds and mist, birds are singing in the deep forest, and rare and exotic plants are everywhere on both sides of the winding path.
Yanzhu searched all the way and finally saw a thousand-petal lotus on a moss-covered stone wall. The lotus petals, with a gradient of pink and white, were slender and dense, clustered around the stamens and bloomed in layers, as big as a palm.
"That person's divination is quite accurate. It is really on the stone wall here."
Yan Zhu pinched a seal with one hand and took the Thousand-Leaf Lotus into the space. "We have all the materials for the purification beads. It's getting late, let's go back."
"Master, wait a minute. There's a sound in the cave."
Wujiu was floating one meter above the ground, sticking to the wall and listening to something.
There were bursts of insect chirping and the surroundings were quiet. Yanzhu's cultivation was weak and no different from that of an ordinary person, so he was unable to activate his spiritual sense to explore the outside world. So he leaned close to Wujiu, using the magical power of the companion artifact to communicate with the master's mind, and bent down to explore the unusual movements in the stone cave.
"It's these people again."
Since she was conferred the title, this group of people never looked for her again. Poor little palace maid with no power or background. She paused as she turned to leave, put Wujiu, who was floating behind her, into the space, turned around, and strode into the cave.
Wujiu was helpless and sent a message: This group of people are fearless because of their background. In private, they would boss ordinary people around and beat them up at the very least, and at the worst, they would degrade their divinity and destroy their cultivation. They are truly hateful. Although the master is a priest now, his cultivation level is no match for them. If we go there rashly, we will only be asking for our death.
"It's okay. At worst, I'll get a backlash. But Qingxuan isn't around. What if I pass out again and get eaten by the wild beasts in the mountains? Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time."
Yan Zhu held a palm-sized white bottle in her sleeve, with a look of struggle on her face, but she kept walking and entered the darkness.
A moment later, the little palace maid's choked plea for mercy, accompanied by the loud and arrogant laughter of three or five people, entered Yan Zhu's ears, becoming clearer and clearer until she interrupted Si You and others' bullying and abuse.
Yan Zhu entered the cave and took a quick glance. As expected, the young maiden's clothes were soaked in blood, and she was barely breathing. Her gaze shifted to the object in Si You's hand. The whip was a magical artifact. Each lash would tear large swaths of skin, piercing and drawing blood. The scars would be indelible, and the wounds were incredibly venomous.
"Hey, it's our Purifying God. Why are you coming to us instead of purifying your turbid energy?"
Si You, interrupted, looked unhappy. He turned around and grinned sinisterly, "Why, you're here to seek revenge after not seeing me for a year?"
Everyone around burst into laughter when they heard this: "How could she have the guts? Besides, could she win?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yan Zhu pretended not to hear anything, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her hands in her sleeves already sweaty. This was her previous self, instinctively afraid of this group of people, but now that she had been ordained as a priestess, she had some ability to protect herself.
She couldn't be afraid of these people.
When Yan Zhu saw Si You walking towards her with a barbed grass whip in his hand, she couldn't help but think of the humiliation she had suffered in the past, and she suddenly felt disgusted, far more than afraid.
"How about we release her and let the Purifying God take her place?"
Yan Zhu thought of the darkness of the past, and was not aware that Si You had grasped her chin, forcing her to look into his crazy and mocking eyes.
She heard Si You say, "I don't see you this often. I miss you so much. Why don't you let me see if your back injury has healed in the past year?"
Yan Zhu stared at Si You and said word by word, "I am a priest appointed by the Emperor of Heaven himself."
"Hahahaha! Look at which priest in the God Realm has such low cultivation level that he can't form a pill?"
Si You laughed wildly, "In other words, Yanzhu, you can't even defeat the cultivators in the human world, right?"
Everyone burst into laughter, thinking that Yanzhu overestimated his own abilities and tried to use the word "priest" to pressure others.
"After all, the strong ones from the six realms are respected now."
The younger brother next to Si You said, "Jingzhuo Shen was so lucky to be appointed as a high priest. Does he really think he is a respected god?"
Si You laughed maliciously: "Did you hear that? Without strength, who would recognize you as a God?"
Seeing Si You's left hand stroking her shoulder and slowly sliding down her back, Yan Zhu felt physically uncomfortable. She tilted her head and struggled to break free from the restraints and took a step back, but she didn't expect that the crowd came forward and used spiritual power to restrain her. Her body was uncontrollably half-kneeling on the ground.
"Master!" Wujiu was very worried in the space.
"Why are you hiding? No matter how you look at it, it's not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as the flowers."
Si You bent down and touched her face with his cold fingertips. Yan Zhu's breath was slightly choked, and a snake-like voice came into her ears, "You are so lucky. If you hadn't been ordained as a priest, you would have died long ago."
Yan Zhu's jaw ached. As she frowned, she pondered Si You's words, which had a profound meaning. Then, she changed her mind and said, "Of course, I am not as good as the Hundred Flowers God."
The Baihua mentioned by Si You is recognized as the most gentle beauty in the world of gods. She is pure and elegant, and is in charge of the flowers in both the world of gods and humans.
The most important thing is that in the past six months, Baihua has become charming and enchanting, yet still retains the innocence and agility of a young girl. It can be said that she embodies all the beauty of women in the world, which has caused the men in the divine world to be obsessed with her and become more and more fanatical.
"You are quite self-aware,"
I don’t know what Si You was thinking of, but he suddenly tightened his grip on Yan Zhu’s chin.
What are you crazy about?
She only heard Si Youdian say, "It's a pity that the boy next to you is so ungrateful. Baihua is so perfect, but he never even glanced at her? It makes her worried day and night!"
Yan Zhu: “…”
Look, another Hundred Flowers fanatic.
The woman next to Si You smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Lord Si You. I saw that boy go to the Hundred Flowers Palace this morning. I think the Lord is in a good mood today."
Hearing this, Si You's distorted face collapsed, his eyes shone with ice, and he shouted, "Is he worthy?!"
"...He doesn't like this or that. What on earth does he want?"
Wu Jiu was speechless in the space, so he transmitted a message, "By the way, what did the young fortune teller do to find that woman?"
It doesn't like the most beautiful woman in the divine world.
No reason, just intuition.
Si You's expression was cold and sad: "That boy is close to you, so it's not too much for you to stand up for him today, right?"
What does it have to do with her?
She had no self-defense before, but not now.
At the moment when the straw whip was about to fall on Yan Zhu, Yan Zhu smashed the glass bottle in her sleeve. In an instant, a foul air as thick as a forearm meandered up from the fragments on the ground and knocked everyone to the ground.
In the dark, where no one could see, Yan Zhu slowly absorbed a wisp of foul air with his palm.
When Si You was thrown out, his heart trembled violently, because he saw with his own eyes that Yan Zhu's pair of pure watery eyes instantly turned dark and evil after the turbid air appeared, and at the same time, circles of black fireflies were floating in them.
The scene was in chaos——
"What the hell? It's foul air!"
"This thing has swallowed up a lot of spiritual springs in recent years!"
"Yanzhu! How dare you harbor such foul energy!"
Yan Zhu had long since hidden in a corner, half her face buried in fear, her expression unclear. She said lightly, "What? I'm the Purifying God, and I haven't had time to purify the turbid air in this bottle yet, so I carry it with me. Is that a problem?"
Everyone was so upset that they couldn't say anything. "Forget it, let's run away first and deal with this woman later!"
"Help! My spiritual energy is being sucked away!"
"Oh no, the cave entrance is sealed!"
"Yanzhu! Quickly purify!"
While everyone was being crushed by the foul air, the disheveled Si You turned around and shouted to Yan Zhu, but who would have thought that the latter was shaking with his hands and tremblingly trying to make hand gestures, but seemed to be afraid that he would not succeed.
The turbid air rushed out suddenly, and with a dull thud, Si You fell directly to the ground, his face covered with dust. Strands of turbid air traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians, eroding his spiritual power, causing Si You to howl like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah—Yanzhu!"
The little palace maid leaned against Yan Zhu and shivered. Just now, Yan Zhu came to the little palace maid at the critical moment to prevent the latter from being hurt by the turbid air. Then he pretended to be scared and made hand gestures in a pretentious manner, but in fact he admired the desperate look of these people who were crying out to heaven and earth for help but to no avail.
However, as a priestess of the divine world, she would not allow the foul air to kill people in front of her.
When the spiritual power of several people was drained and they were on the verge of death, a black light flashed in Yan Zhu's eyes. She slowly stood up, replaced her green clothes with a white robe with gold patterns, and quickly formed seals with her ten fingers amidst the crowd shouting and screaming. A black silk with spiritual power appeared from the void, which trapped and strangled the turbid air inch by inch until it dissipated into heaven and earth.
"So simple? Why didn't you do it sooner?"
Si You spat out a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground, and immediately swung the straw whip through the air towards Yan Zhu, venting all his anger.
The little maid was so frightened that she closed her eyes and trembled uncontrollably.
Yan Zhu had a faint smile on her lips, as if she had become a different person. As she slowly walked forward, she raised her white wrist and moved her index finger slightly. The black silk whistled and spiraled down, wrapping around the whip and breaking it with force. The whip was broken into seven or eight pieces and fell to the ground with a thud, making a muffled sound.
She has been itching to try this whip for a long time.
"What is Lord Siyou doing? Do you still have the energy?"
The sound was as melodious as a jade spring. Yan Zhu smiled softly with her red lips and moved her index finger again without thinking. Si You was forced to fly into the air and crash into the stone wall behind him, vomiting blood again.
Everyone: “…”
At this moment, Yan Zhu was no longer taciturn and timid, as if she had changed her soul. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower but extremely oppressive. Her nonchalant heart contained a wanton and unruly feeling, which gave off a sense of chill that hooked people's hearts for no reason, like a demon.
Yan Zhu released the pressure and tilted her head. Si You, who had just stood up, was suddenly pressed down by a strong force. His chin hit the ground with a "bang", and bruises were visible to the naked eye. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but cover their chins with horror.
No, when did Yanzhu develop a dual personality?
It's so scary.
Yan Zhu's smile widened at his superior You's terrified and angry look. "How rude! I saved you, and you don't even say thank you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cave was filled with the sound of thanks from everyone.
"It's boring," Yan Zhu opened her red lips slightly, "Get lost."
Everyone hurriedly carried the unwilling Si You and ran away as if there was a killer behind them.
"Can you walk?" Yanzhu asked the little palace maid.
The little maid nodded and trembled, "I remember you, Yanzhu."
Yan Zhu paused as she turned around, looked over, and raised her eyebrows: "I don't remember you."
Little Palace Maid: "When they bullied you before, I was there..."
The woman sneered when she heard this. "Beside?" Is it the evil side, or the indulgent side?
"I don't care." She was too lazy to think about it, so she turned and left.
The little maid hurriedly asked, "Why did you save me?"
Yan Zhu kept walking, "Standing idly by is a disguised form of evil."
After coming out of the cave, the sky gradually darkened. Yan Zhu was about to raise her foot when she found that the black silk circled around her and then wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the depths of the forest.
"Xiang——" Hei Ling had just gained intelligence, and her vocabulary was not yet sufficient.
?
Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes. Turbid air and spiritual power are mutually reinforcing and counteracting. The black silk is the essence of all turbidity. The thing that can attract it is naturally the extremely pure spiritual spring. Currently, there is only one person in the God Realm who can do this, Qingxuan.
Yan Zhu was being led away carelessly, and after a moment her eyes met with the person who was coming. The person was holding a purple yarrow bead in his hand, and it looked like he had just cast a spell.
What she didn't know was that the man in front of her had just brought some bad luck to Si You and the others.
"Why are you here?"
Yan Zhu slowly walked up to Qing Xuan, her casual eyes examining him carefully. She even touched the man's broad back and found that he was more than half a head taller than her. "Have you recovered your cultivation?"
"No."
The man's voice was clear, crisp, and bright. He let Yan Zhu do whatever she wanted. "Dinner is ready. You haven't been home for a long time, so I came to look for you."
He paused, gently pulling away Yan Zhu's troublesome hand, and helplessly looked at the black silk wrapped around his waist and abdomen, "It feels like it's salivating right now, wanting to eat me."
Yan Zhu wrapped the black silk around their waists, an inexplicable bond of lust. She chuckled and said, "It looks like they are going to get married," and waved her hand to put the black silk into the space.
Qingxuan lowered his eyes and saw the faint black light in Yanzhu's eyes: "Why are you using black silk?"
"When you see injustice, you see it."
Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is the backlash I suffered this time?"
In the past, every time after cutting the shape to purify the turbid air, Qingxuan could easily predict what kind of backlash would occur.
The man turned his hand over, and the yarrow beads in his palm were dotted with purple fireflies. The man had slender fingers, closed his eyes and made hand gestures.
Yan Zhu's eyes clearly depicted the man's distinct outline, and her eyes and eyebrows were as clean and cool as the night breeze in the mountains.
After a moment, the man opened his eyes, and a flash of purple light appeared. "Are you hungry now?"
Yan Zhu didn't react for a moment and raised her eyebrows. This backlash was so simple?
"That's easy."
The woman smiled, put her hands on the man's shoulders, kicked off with her legs, clamped the man's waist, and said in a domineering tone, "Carry me home."
The man was very obedient. He held Yanzhu's hand firmly and even weighed it to make the person on his back more comfortable.
Yan Zhu lowered her eyes, and when she opened them again, the black light had disappeared. When she remembered what she had just done, her almond-shaped eyes widened.
Old swan, what has she done?
Wujiu, who had been silent for a long time, finally got the chance to speak and said: Just get used to it. The master's second form is to be extremely lustful and bold, and he just touched Qingxuan.
A question mark slowly appeared in Yanzhu’s mind: That’s all?
Wu Jiu: It's been a year, Master, haven't you gotten used to it yet? Qing Xuan said it has something to do with purifying turbid air, so maybe it will get better in the future.
Yanzhu was nervous. In her second form, she could do whatever she wanted, but she couldn't do that in this form. She was too close to others.
"Yanzhu?"
Qingxuan noticed that the person on his back had become much quieter, and realized that the switch had been restored. As usual, he said, "Dinner is ready. There's the smoked chicken you missed last time."
"oh,"
I’m so hungry. Yan Zhu suddenly thought of Baihua. Si You said that Qingxuan looked for Baihua today?
Suddenly, Yan Zhu's eyes showed some temper. He suppressed the feeling of hunger in his stomach and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not hungry."
The man didn't expose her, but just said: "I've already prepared it, don't waste it if you don't eat it."
"When will you leave Lonely Land?" This is her residence, and she will not tolerate a man who flirts with other women.
The man seemed to be accustomed to her sudden temper: "Have you forgotten our original agreement?"
Yan Zhu said "Oh" and broke the contract. "I don't want any method to reduce the backlash. It's all weird backlash anyway, either drowsiness or coma, tingling or something. I can just endure it. But you, on the other hand, have been making enemies all year long. I'm tired of chasing them away. I think it's best for you to leave."
The man beneath her was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "No, I said I'd repay you. A gentleman's word is as good as gold."
"There's no need to repay a favor."
Yanzhu's tone was calm and distant.
He kept walking, but this time he took quite some time to answer, changing his words: "My cultivation hasn't recovered yet, and you have the heart to leave me to die?"
Yanzhu choked.
She thought that her only loss was her soft heart.
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