The figures of the three Heavenly Lords were not recorded...

Lin Qiye seemed to be thinking about something.

Yang Jian looked at the shaking water in the cup and was silent for a moment before he asked:

"So, what you said about you being my brother... is it something that really happens in the future?"

"Um."

"Am I dead?"

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze.

"Apart from the soul falling into reincarnation and being reborn after death, I can't think of any other possibility of becoming the younger brother of an ordinary person." Yang Jian said calmly.

Lin Qiye stared at him for a moment and nodded, "You have indeed been reincarnated. In this life, your name is Yang Jin, and you are my cousin."

"Yang Jin..."

When he heard the name, a strange look flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He closed his eyes helplessly, picked up the cup, and drank the immortal wine in it.

He took a deep breath and continued:

"Will I have a happy family in my next life?"

"yes."

"In my next life, will I be considered an upright person?"

"yes."

"In my next life, have I been able to protect the people I cherish?"

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, "...Yes."

A faint smile appeared on Yang Jian's icy face, "That's good."

"Don't you want to ask yourself why you entered reincarnation?"

"Since the future is already determined, what's the point of me knowing it or not?" Yang Jian put down the cup and said calmly, "It will only disturb my mood."

Lin Qiye looked into Yang Jian's eyes for a long time, and then smiled helplessly.

Getting to know my cousin again in this way is very strange and dreamy. Who could have thought that the arrogant and powerful Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun in front of me would be reincarnated as the sensible and gentle younger brother who always followed me and called me brother?

Just as Lin Qiye was expressing his emotion, most of the immortals in the venue had taken their seats.

The Queen Mother of the West, who was sitting on the main seat, stood up and swept her beautiful eyes across the crowd slowly. She had a dignified and noble temperament, and her every frown and smile contained endless elegance, truly interpreting what it meant to be the mother of the country.

She simply thanked everyone for accepting the invitation to come to the Peach Festival, then extended her hand and waved gently.

"Offer peaches to all the immortals."

As soon as the words fell, the brisk fairy music sounded again, and maids dressed in flowing court costumes walked out silently from the back of the venue, carrying peaches of various sizes.

A rich and refreshing fragrance rolled out and poured into everyone's nostrils.

"Gurgle."

The crisp sound of swallowing saliva came from beside Lin Qiye. He turned his head and saw Nezha, two seats away from him, staring at the peaches with greed on his face.

As if he noticed Lin Qiye's gaze, Nezha glanced at him and said unhappily:

"Hey, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone swallow their saliva?"

Lin Qiye was startled and was about to say something when a voice came from behind him.

"That's enough, Nezha." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, stared at Nezha, and said lightly, "Eat your peaches, don't meddle in other people's business."

Nezha didn't seem to expect that Yang Jian would take the initiative to help Lin Qiye. He snorted, shrugged his shoulders, and turned his gaze back to the peaches that were delivered one after another.

The palace maids were divided into three groups. One group carried a few plates with large peaches and walked respectfully to the Queen Mother of the West and others. Another group carried slightly smaller peaches and entered the Central Immortal Area.

When they reached the lower fairyland, the peaches had shrunk in size.

But even so, there are still great differences among these peaches. For example, the peaches brought to Yang Jian, who sits at the first seat in the Lower Immortal Area, are as big as three fists, while the peaches at the end of the Lower Immortal Area are only the size of eggs and look very shabby.

Originally, with Lin Qiye's seniority, he could only eat the few egg-sized peaches at the end, but Yang Jian forced him to sit at the second seat next to him, so a peach only slightly smaller than Yang Jian's was placed in front of Lin Qiye.

Even Nezha's peaches were much smaller than his.

Such a big peach fell into the hands of Lin Qiye, a younger generation, and soon some people in the Lower Immortal District became dissatisfied.

Before they could react, Yang Jian dropped the cup in his hand heavily on the stone table with an expressionless face. The dull sound, carrying an unparalleled aura of dominance, swept across the entire Lower Immortal District in an instant.

Those who were ready to embarrass Lin Qiye suddenly wilted and lowered their heads to obediently eat the peaches in front of them.

"Eat it." Yang Jian said calmly, "It's yours."

Lin Qiye smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to grab the peaches in front of him, but his fingertips could only lightly pass through the surface and could not touch them at all.

"I can't eat these peaches."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, thinking, "I almost forgot that these peaches are also part of the silhouette of time... What a pity, although these are only small peaches that ripen once every three thousand years, they are still rare treasures for mortals like you."

Lin Qiye stared at the peach in front of him, sat there quietly, and let out a long sigh.

The legendary peaches were now placed in front of him. He could even see the fuzz on their surface and smell their intoxicating aroma... but he couldn't eat them!

This is a bit too torturous.

“Hey, why don’t you eat it?” Nezha quickly finished eating the peach in front of him, wiped his mouth, and looked at the intact peach in front of Lin Qiye in surprise, “If you don’t want to eat it, you can give it to me.”

"Okay, here you go."

Seeing Lin Qiye agree so readily, Nezha was stunned.

"Really... gave it to me?"

"Um."

Nezha looked at Lin Qiye suspiciously, tentatively grabbed the peach in front of him, and seeing that Lin Qiye really had no intention of stopping him, he quickly stuffed it into his mouth and soon ate it all up.

He rubbed his belly with satisfaction.

"Thank you, I apologize for my offense, you are a good person...

By the way, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can report my name, Nezha. My master is Taiyi Zhenren, and my father is Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. In the Heavenly Palace, I still have some face. "

Nezha raised his hand and wanted to pat Lin Qiye's shoulder, but as soon as his hand touched Lin Qiye's body, it went straight through.

Nezha suddenly froze in place.

"Nezha, can't you just be more obedient?" Yang Jian looked helpless when he saw this scene.

“Yang Yang Yang Yang Jian!” Nezha’s eyes widened, looking at Lin Qiye in disbelief, “What’s going on?”

Yang Jian was about to say something when his expression suddenly froze. He turned his head abruptly, and the tightly closed vertical eye between his eyebrows opened instantly, looking towards a corner of the venue not far from them.

There, an eye of the earth with a black background and red pupils appeared at some point in time and was quietly staring at everything here.

"Who are you, sneaking around like that?"

Yang Jian frowned and shook his wrist. The cup turned into a rainbow light and smashed straight towards the Eye of the Earth.

However, the moment the cup touched the eye, it was as if it had touched a piece of empty air and passed through silently.