Chapter 56 Heaven Desires to Create Gods, The Old Story of Qingyu
The oldest myth goes like this.
In the beginning of time, everything was dark. One day, the Heavenly Dao suddenly felt that it was too dark.
So he tapped, and stars appeared in the sky.
There were so many stars back then, they were so bright, twinkling and illuminating so many things.
The gods looked down and saw something huge and long below—the Jianmu tree.
His eyes darted around, and he asked Xingxing to call out, "Who are you?"
A girl with a human body and a snake tail crawled out of the tree and said she was a spirit.
Spirit? What does that do?
To create humans.
To be precise, it was those most ancient gods who found the world too boring. The Heavenly Dao and the stars were alright; they were used to it. And the Earth God, being consistently silent, found life quite pleasant.
But Ling was different. She spent all her time looking at the sky, the sea, and the land; she was too bored.
So she took sea mud and sculpted it in the image of God—molding man from clay, the spirit woman created the world.
After humans appeared, the Heavenly Gods found it quite amusing. So, with a wave of their hand, the Heavenly Dao added many things to the world, and thus, more and more gods gradually came into being: the Flower Goddess, the Water Goddess, the Fire Goddess, the Wind Goddess, the Mountain Goddess…
That was the very first mythological record. Under the guidance of the gods, the human race had cultivators, and animals, plants, and even certain objects became demons. Whether they were cultivators or demons, as long as they achieved the Great Dao, they could become immortals.
As time passed, the immortals had long since vanished from the world, and everything was just a legend.
...
"That's the story."
The scholar opened his fan and gently waved it, recounting ancient myths and legends.
Qingyu: "...That's so strange."
She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. The girl felt a little strange. She felt that something was missing and something was added to these stories. She had heard the story of the spirit maiden creating humans in the demon race, but she was too young at the time and just listened to it as a little story.
Zhang Xuan looked at Qing Yu and said, "I also think that the Spirit Maiden used sea mud, not river mud."
Qin Tianshu was speechless. "That's not important. There are too many versions of the legends about these heavens, stars, and spirit maidens in the Nine Provinces... But after reading so many versions, one thing is true—the stars are divine revelations from heaven. Even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, people can still see a lot from the stars."
Wen Chuan nodded slightly and said, "Even without the incantation talent of the Lin family, there are some people who specialize in this field who can see the weather or what a few call fate from the starry sky."
Qin Tianshu waved his fan, then snapped it shut with a "snap," pointed the handle in Lin Fanxiang's direction, and chuckled softly, "I suddenly remembered that some records say the Lin family are descendants of the Spirit Maiden, of divine blood—"
"Unfortunately, this viewpoint contradicts the fate of the fallen gods, and it seems to be nothing more than speculation about the origin of your Lin family's talent."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fanxiang first smiled, then hesitated for a moment.
But looking at her friends, as if she had made a decision, she glanced at Wen Chuan and Qing Yu, and finally said:
"Actually, my father had calculated half of the star chart for that day."
half?
Lin Fanxiang: "When I left Shengjing, my father gave me a box with a letter inside. The letter said... Nine stars have appeared in the world, and Heaven intends to create gods."
Qingyu was somewhat puzzled, "Creating a god?"
Lin Fanxiang nodded, "Yes, the sixteen-character motto. My father only calculated the first eight characters, and he gave the last eight characters to me."
"But strangely, the star chart was floating in the air at that time, and I clearly remembered what the star chart looked like... But when I observed the stars afterward, I just couldn't figure out the positions of the nine main stars and the smaller stars near them. I think, perhaps my cultivation is not high enough, or perhaps Heaven doesn't want me to remember those things."
Zhang Xuan frowned, while the boy shook his head and sighed, looking quite troubled.
"This is too complicated... The spiritual energy of the jade pendant, the painting, and the flower petals all originate from the same source. The star chart can only calculate the first eight characters. And what about creating a god? What is the purpose of creating a god? What is used to create a god? I don't understand!"
Qin Tianshu hissed softly upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "You've hit the nail on the head!"
Zhang Xuan: "?"
Wen Chuan: "Let's not talk about what we're creating gods for now. What are we using to create gods... nine stars."
Qingyu straightened up and took out the dried jasmine petal from her sleeve. "Nine stars have appeared in the world, all sharing the same origin and birth... Could the spiritual energy inside be the stars themselves?"
Qin Tianshu leaned closer to examine the petals; they were dried flowers, nothing special.
Qingyu waved her hand at the scholar, "What are you complaining about... who knows, this might be a star of God, it's very powerful."
Zhang Xuan was also curious. He took the flower petal from Qing Yu's hand, looking at it from left to right, up and down, holding it up to the sky and looking at the stars—
Suddenly, the petals were aligned with the starry sky, a star streaked across the sky, and the petals shone brightly for a moment.
"hiss--"
As Zhang Xuan lost his strength, the petals fell, and Lin Fanxiang caught them.
"There's something wrong with this petal... It was so hot and heavy just now, I couldn't hold it..."
The boy murmured, supporting his right wrist with his left hand, clearly shocked and still in shock.
Qin Tianshu helped him up and asked Zhang Xuan how he was feeling. Zhang Xuan shook his head. Lin Fanxiang, who was standing next to him, got up and held a flower petal to the stars outside the window—but there was no reaction.
Seeing Fan Xiang's actions, Qing Yu quickly spoke up with concern, "Fan Xiang... the Imperial Advisor couldn't speak after observing the stars, be careful..."
Fan Xiang walked towards her with the flower petals in her hand. "I'm fine. The Lin family's way is to go against the heavens. Generally, when one's fate is sealed, one will feel it."
"I think I'll be fine, don't worry."
Her talent and intuition told her that her inability to recall the star map was not due to insufficient cultivation, but rather the work of fate.
Moreover, Lin Fanxiang had a feeling that even if she saw that star map now, she would not be able to calculate anything—going against the heavens is sometimes the true will of heaven, and her path is therefore forever limited to the will of heaven.
Qingyu nodded, then turned to Wenchuan and asked, "Is this spiritual energy, which originates from the same source and is born from the same source, really a star that fell from the sky?"
Wen Chuan pondered for a moment as he watched Zhang Xuan's trembling hand. The young man replied firmly, "Yes."
When he was in Qingshui, he held the jade pendant and felt a sense of familiarity. The painting that followed, the petals at this moment—he had seen stars in his dream, and that spiritual energy was the starlight from the ancient starry sky.
Wen Chuan paused for a moment, then looked at Lin Fanxiang. “I practice the art of summoning spirits. Back in Shengjing, I drew that star map—although I couldn’t see anything in it, I discovered that the arrangement of the stars in the entire star map could be seen as runes for summoning spirits, and all the spiritual energy would eventually converge at one point, just as the proverb says, creating a god.”
Everything can be interpreted differently from different perspectives. Lin's words of prophecy are prophecies. Wen Chuan, from the perspective of the art of summoning spirits, saw that all spirits would unite. Perhaps others would also have different interpretations.
The world is vast, and the land is boundless. When the will of Heaven descends, there is never a single person who is gifted.
Thinking of this, Lin Fanxiang lowered her eyes, remembering another item in the box.
"Sword tassel..."
Qingyu: "What?"
Lin Fanxiang raised her eyes, her voice soft, "My little uncle, the eighth prince of the late emperor, the sword tassel of Yan Lin'an before his death... if I'm not mistaken, he should also be one of the stars."
Wen Chuan paused for a moment, then said, "I'll take a look tomorrow."
For a moment, everyone fell silent. Stars, destiny, the creation of gods—these things were too far removed from them. Faced with the analysis that had been made tonight, everyone was somewhat at a loss, or rather, they felt it was all too exaggerated.
Jade pendant, scroll painting, sword tassel, flower petals...
Heaven intended to create gods from the stars. During the prosperous era of the Nine Provinces, why did these gods appear in the world? Are these gods righteous or evil? And what about the creatures of the Nine Provinces that oppose them—are they good or evil?
Gods.
It's too far away.
...
They left the restaurant, and under the endless starry sky and in the evening breeze, the boys walked side by side down the street.
The atmosphere seemed a little strange. Suddenly, Qingyu smiled, looked at the bright stars in the sky, her eyes crinkling, and her tone light.
"Suddenly I remembered that there was a murder at the inn before, but Boss Wang was not flustered."
"I was a bit curious at the time, so I asked him a lot of questions. In the end, I actually understood a little bit."
Wen Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What do you understand?"
Qingyu: "It's nothing much... If I had to put it in a word, it would be that I have certain abilities, and in what position I can do certain things well."
Wen Chuan turned his head to look at her, smiling gently, "What could we possibly need to do? Aren't we all here?"
As they walked, Qin Tianshu put his hand on Zhang Xuan's shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "Since the star map has been given to us, it means that heaven has chosen us, so we should take it."
Qingyu: "Take it if you want, it doesn't mean we have to do anything. We'll see tomorrow."
Lin Fanxiang also laughed, "The affairs of the world are to be shouldered by the people of the world, whether more or less."
Zhang Xuan nodded. He was actually a little confused, but he seemed to understand something. "Um, I actually wanted to ask, can we refuse?"
Qin Tianshu laughed heartily, patting Zhang Xuan on the shoulder. "You're a sixteen-year-old Heaven-level sword cultivator. Why don't you point to God and say, 'Can I refuse this talent?'"
They started shoving each other, and Zhang Xuan pouted, "What are you talking about? Let's have a fight another day."
Qin Tianshu: "Don't say that, you definitely can't beat me."
Zhang Xuan: "Oh, okay then, you're better than me."
Qin Tianshu punched him, "You talk even more than Xiao Qingyu now, you're not sleeping with me tonight!"
Qingyu exclaimed, "Who's talking too much? Qin Tianshu, you've probably forgotten who was chattering away next to me back then, trying to get a little girl like me to buy your storybooks."
While playfully fighting with Zhang Xuan, Qin Tianshu retorted, "How dare you say that? I don't know what I did to offend you back then that made you come up and hit me!"
Qingyu laughed, but with a hint of speechlessness, "You didn't explain yourself clearly back then, and you came up to force me to buy something. If I didn't hit you, who would?"
Qin Tianshu didn't notice for a moment, and he said.
"Then tell me whether what I said back then was right or wrong, and whether that young boy was truly sincere towards you!"
The evening breeze seemed to have led the conversation to a strange, silent place.
Back then, Qingyu was only eleven or twelve years old, and she was living with someone. She had finally saved up some money to eat at a small shop, when a scholar came up and sat down opposite her to tell her a story.
The scholar said, "The details reveal the truth. Ordinary people are powerless, but their minds are full of thoughts. He also said that it's not easy for a woman to cultivate herself, so don't mistakenly believe a young man."
Heavens above, Qingyu was not yet an adult at that time and had not thought about those things at all. Hearing his words made her angry, and she immediately fought with him.
Of course, when the flowers fell into the sea later, she briefly thought of this scholar.
He said something very true back then: no matter how high your level of cultivation or how powerful you become, when you find that the person who has always been standing beside you suddenly walks to the other side and looks at you, you will cry, you definitely will.
Fortunately, she was adrift at sea, and the heavy snow covered her eyes, so no one saw her cry.
For a moment, everyone fell silent. Wen Chuan looked at Qin Tianshu with a somewhat cold gaze. Qin Tianshu also knew that he had said something he shouldn't have. He and Zhang Xuan stopped moving. Lin Fanxiang looked at Qingyu with a concerned and gentle gaze.
Qingyu suddenly lowered her head and smiled. The girl sighed softly, "It's not that exaggerated... Why are you looking at me like that? It's just that I was young back then and met a friend with bad intentions."
"Originally, it was nothing, but he was confused in the end and tried to force me to my death."
"I didn't die. Aren't I on my way to find him now?"
Fan Xiang looked at her, "Are you meeting someone from Xuecheng?"
Qingyu smiled and nodded casually, "Yes."
Zhang Xuan gripped his knife in an instant. He recalled Qingyu's help to him along the way and the friendship between them. The young man frowned, his voice firm and resolute.
"It's just seeing Xuecheng, right? You're a sword cultivator, aren't you? Let's go together. There's no rush with the Star Chart matter. Let that so-called Heavenly Will or God wait. Let's get our revenge first!"
Qin Tianshu grabbed him and pulled Zhang Xuan forward, saying, "Do you think it's your turn... Hiss... You're absolutely right. Come on, let's talk about how to get revenge. Tonight, we'll have a long talk..."
"A whole bed?"
"..."
Lin Fanxiang glanced at Qingyu, and they looked at each other for a moment before Lin Fanxiang smiled and walked forward.
"Please walk slowly, it's windy tonight..."
In the quiet long street, the evening breeze was cool. Friends walked ahead talking, while Qingyu and Wenchuan walked at the back.
They held hands, very tightly, when suddenly Qingyu looked at him and smiled, "How wonderful."
Wen Chuan tilted his head. "Hmm?"
Qingyu: "I've met so many people from south to north."
"Of course, the best thing would be to know you."
Wen Chuan smiled, a hint of amusement in his clear, shallow eyes, but he remained silent.
Qingyu looked ahead at the scattered stars and continued, "See Xuecheng, just hearing the name makes me feel cold."
"But what can I do? I need to get revenge."
"And I also want to see... what your hometown is like."
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