Chapter 267 Southern Vermilion Bird Seven Mansions - Well Mansion True Lord
"Ruoshui, look at this freedom, are you happy?"
Yang Jiao found the source of the Weak Water in the seawater and used a few tricks to force her out.
Ruoshui stared blankly at the place being swallowed by the sea in the distance, at the crowds crying for help, and at the dragons and monsters who were doing their best to save people.
"Why?"
Ruoshui looked at Yang Jiao, "Shouldn't saving the Three Realms be the responsibility of the Heavenly Court?"
She looked at Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, who had a stern and unhappy face but was still directing his shrimp soldiers and crab generals to help, and continued to ask, "Tianpeng told me that the Dragon King of the East Sea had coerced many people in order to avenge his son. Wasn't the enmity between the East Sea and Nezha in the past also because the sea creatures were playing tricks on the human race? Why would he step forward to help at this time?"
“Everything has two sides,” Yang Jiao said softly, standing beside her. “Whether it is a human, a dragon, or a demon, none of them are singular individuals, nor can they be summarized by a single personality.”
“Ao Guang is arrogant and conceited, but he has lived for thousands of years. What does arrogance matter in front of humans who have a lifespan of less than a hundred years? There are no perfect people, nor are there perfect dragons. Everyone’s position is different, their circumstances are different, and naturally, they will do different things.”
“Ao Guang saving people doesn’t mean he really looks down on the human race. But looking down on the human race doesn’t prevent him from contributing in the face of such a great disaster. It doesn’t matter whether he’s doing it for the survival of the human race, the peace of the Three Realms, or the survival of the sea race. We should judge by his actions, not his intentions.”
Ruoshui turned to look at him. She never minced words or beat around the bush: "What about immortals? Are immortals like that too? Can immortals have desires?"
Yang Jiao raised an eyebrow: "What is desire? Love is desire, power is desire, wealth is desire. What can be free from desire? Even immortals are not exempt from it. The important thing is whether desire dominates you or you dominate desire."
"After saying all this, are you just trying to say that I'm driven by desire?"
Hearing Ruoshui's question, Yang Jiao's expression remained unchanged: "I never easily define others. Whether you've been manipulated or not, ask yourself."
"Then what exactly do you want?" Ruoshui looked at Yang Jiao with confusion. "I have lived in the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, from the ancient Heavenly Court to the present day. I have seen countless gods and monsters pass by, but I cannot see through you. You say that both humans and gods have desires, so what about you? What are your desires?"
Yang Jiao sighed and laughed, "I want to know, but I won't tell you."
"..." Silence expressed Ruoshui's speechlessness.
"I'm not here to open my heart to you. I only open my heart to those I'm destined to be with. So, do you think we're destined to be together?"
How can someone's attitude change so quickly!
Ruoshui found it hard to describe her current feelings. It was as if the door to her heart was about to open, but the other party showed no curiosity and locked it tightly behind her.
"The Western Church was right to accept you."
"Tianhe is lonely, and you know quite a lot."
Yang Jiao sighed, his nonchalant tone quickly turning serious again. Ruoshui, however, was a little skeptical—was he genuinely serious or just putting on an act?
"I forgot where I heard this, but freedom that flows downwards isn't true freedom. It's true that water flows downhill, but if it really flows down, are you happy?"
Asking the same question again, Ruoshui had no interest in Yang Jiao's change in attitude. Her eyes were confused and struggling: "I'm not happy. I don't want to hurt people, but I am Ruoshui, I am Tianhe. I can't control myself. But I don't want to go back to the Heavenly Court. I don't want to be a bystander in other people's stories anymore. I've been watching like this for tens of thousands of years."
"You are the Weak Water, but you don't have to be the Milky Way."
Yang Jiao's tone was light and airy, yet it carried a strange, profound meaning, prompting Ruoshui to inquire, "What do you mean?"
Yang Jiao laughed, his smile as warm and bright as a spring day, yet he uttered rebellious words: "It's not hard to see, is it? I have a conflict with the Heavenly Court, so naturally I won't do anything for them. Since the Heavenly Court will let you leave, they must be able to accept your departure, right?"
"Letting you go" was obviously not what it sounded like. Having understood, Ruoshui looked deeply at Yang Jiao: "You seem to know a lot..."
Yang Jiao smiled, neither confirming nor denying.
After a moment of silent confrontation, Yang Jiao asked, "So, are we destined to be together now?"
Ruoshui turned her head and looked at the people in the distance who were united in their efforts to save lives. She said softly, "If the Milky Way is the Milky Way and Ruoshui is Ruoshui, then Ruoshui and you can be destined to be together."
"Good."
Yang Jiao clasped his hands together and nodded towards Ruoshui. Although he wasn't recruiting for the Western Sect, he could still use the Western Sect's name. This gesture perfectly replicated the compassionate and reliable demeanor of Jieyin.
Yang Jiao was moved by his own actions. Although he stole from others and used others to make money, it didn't stop him from being a reliable worker.
"By the way, you've been in Tianhe for so many years, do you look at the stars when you're lonely? Which one do you like?"
"What?"
Ruoshui was completely baffled by the question; where did the topic come from?
The fact that Ruoshui didn't understand didn't stop Yang Jiao from speaking: "Since there's no one I like, then I'll choose one myself."
After saying that, he reached out and pointed to the sky, and a bright star broke through the clouds and shone on Ruoshui.
"This is?"
Ruoshui was surprised to feel herself and Tianhe separating, a very strange feeling. Logically speaking, she was Tianhe, but she was separated from him, and the separated part was then filled back in by the power of the stars.
There was a slight sense of unease, but mostly joy, a feeling of being separated from the Milky Way. It was like being freed from the shackles of loneliness and solitude that had bound her for tens of thousands of years. Only at this moment did Ruoshui truly experience the feeling of freedom.
The water was raging; before this, the Weak Water had also been submerged and swallowed by the water.
"From this day forward, you are no longer the Milky Way under your control, but the True Lord of Well Constellation who has taken on responsibilities. You must be responsible for everything you do today, to manage the water conservancy of the world and protect the safety of humankind."
In the light, the Weak Water gradually transformed, its original flowing water forming garments into a pale blue robe shimmering with starlight.
With her shackles removed, Ruoshui's smile revealed a sense of freedom: "Yes, Lord Jingsu, Ruoshui... I obey."
Yang Jiao nodded, turned and looked at the surging sea in the distance, "Come on, the first thing to do upon taking office is to clean up your own mess."
Ruoshui turned around, formed a magic seal, and blue light fell on the seawater, separating the seawater from the Milky Way. The gathered Milky Way water began to flow slowly back.
In the past, the Weak Water was a celestial river that could not control its own flow, but now that it has truly taken control of its own destiny, even the celestial river flowing backwards is only a matter of a flick of the wrist.
"Quick, give me your hand!"
Be careful!
"Ouch, you grabbed my tail!"
"Brother Fox, are you alright?"
"It's okay, I can still hold on... Hurry up and get on, it hurts, it hurts..."
"Look, what's that?"
Everyone's attention was drawn to the reversed flow of seawater, watching the tide recede rapidly, the real seawater returning to the ocean, while the celestial river water condensed and flowed upwards into the sky.
"The Milky Way flows backward..." Jade Cauldron Immortal, covered in mud, transformed his fan into a large boat, crammed with disaster-stricken people, beasts, and demons. Standing on the fan, he looked up at the scene, his mouth agape in astonishment.
"It's a success! Big brother, you've succeeded!"
Yang Jian reacted the fastest and couldn't help but cheer.
The crowd was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into huge cheers: "It's done! The water has receded! The water has receded!"
The people were also happy. People who were floating in the water were able to stand up and, feeling the water level drop rapidly, raised their hands and cheered.
"Ouch! Let go of my tail first!"
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