A hundred years later—
On the vast, calm sea, a giant Dream Spirit Pearl floats like a giant luminous pearl, shimmering with dazzling light.
I lazily sprawled on the Dream Spirit Pearl, savoring the plum blossom wine I'd swiped from the King of Hell.
The Dream Spirit Orb is still so bright; the core of the array in the Desolate Demon Land must still be here.
Wen Heng… he's also stationed at the core of the array in the Desolate Demon Land, right? This is the closest place to him. This is the place I've visited most often in my spare time during my hundred years working in the Underworld.
"You say you have nothing to do with them anymore, but you come here to drink whenever you have free time. Why do you do this? Maybe the two of them are being intimate, and you're like someone who's peeking out from the corner and ruining their good time."
That living Yama actually came all the way here for a jar of wine.
I angrily threw the wine jar in my hand at him: "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak. It's just a jar of wine, is it really necessary for you to chase me all this way? It's after get off work hours, don't disturb my peace and quiet."
He dodged the wine jar I threw by sidestepping.
Silently, he handed me a jar of fine wine and a consent form: "Congratulations, you have successfully completed your working life in the underworld today and can now ascend to heaven."
Seeing the fragrant wine in his hand, my eyes lit up, and I took it with some skepticism: "You're so generous today, bringing out such good wine?"
King Yama stood not far away, hands behind his back, gazing into the distance: "These fine wines were actually prepared for you by your Wen Tian God. He said that if you hadn't received his hundred years of merit, the only thing that would make you happy while working in the underworld would be wine. But he was afraid that your drinking would delay your ascension, so he asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure you drink in moderation. After you finish drinking, come to the Three Lives Stone to report as soon as possible."
After saying this, Yama floated away from the sea like a ghost.
I ran my fingers over the jar of wine, chuckling softly to myself, "You've arranged everything for me."
Suddenly, he felt relieved and toasted the Dream Spirit Pearl: "If you are happy with that little fairy in the Desolate Demon Land, then I wish you well. Let bygones be bygones, and may we part ways peacefully and each be well."
He then drank it all in one gulp; it was indeed a fine wine.
That day I was completely drunk, and in my dazed state, I accidentally fell from the top of the Dream Spirit Pearl.
As I struggled frantically, an arm caught me around the waist, and I fell directly into a broad, sturdy chest.
Looking up, I saw his silver hair flying in the wind, and his features were handsome and well-proportioned. When I met his clear, clean eyes that held a resolute determination, my heart started pounding wildly.
I rubbed my eyes hard, convinced that I had made a mistake.
It must be that the white-robed ghost was impatient because I hadn't reported to the Three Lives Stone on time, so he came back. I waved my hands, which smelled of alcohol, as if I wanted to jump off him.
But he hugged her even tighter: "Ahua, you've had too much to drink, I'll take you..."
Before I could refute him, he had already brought me to the Three Lives Stone in a flash.
The gate to the Three Lives Stone has been opened, and the dazzling light is so bright that I can't open my eyes.
Actually, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them at all.
But one could vaguely hear the cold-faced voice of Yama: "Lord Lingyan has already sent over Miss Ahua's immortal body and inner core."
The person holding me murmured, "Mmm."
"Back then, you told me to wait and take her immortal body and inner core away to nurture her in the immortal pool, and to tell everyone to keep it a secret from you, saying that the barrier would be resealed so that Wen Heng could never come out again, while you went to that desolate demon land to stay with Ye Ling'er for nearly a hundred years."
So all this was so that you could successfully retrieve her spiritual root from the Desolate Demon Land and ascend to Saint Immortal status? You even went to great lengths to accumulate merit for her? And in the end, she might not even appreciate it. Now you've drugged her and secretly helped her ascend; do you think she'll forgive you when she wakes up?
The voice that was speaking belonged to Ling Yan.
The person holding me remained silent for a long time before speaking: "I am not entirely confident that I can bring back her spiritual root. I can only make preparations in many ways, but this time I am afraid that she will refuse. I can't wait any longer, so I have no choice but to resort to this measure."
I didn't mishear; the person who replied was indeed Wen Heng.
He really did come back!
But! They lied to me again! I really wanted to jump out of his arms, grab my ten-meter-long machete, and hack him a few times.
Unfortunately, my body won't cooperate, and my head is getting heavier and heavier.
In the end, he could only fall into a deep sleep.
When I awoke again, I found myself lying on a bed in a flower-filled house, having ascended to the body of a saint.
I got out of bed. The structure of this house seemed familiar, like... the little house that Zhou Lang and I designed back then.
And this house is built on the Taihang Mountain peak where I grew up.
The outside is planted with all kinds of beautiful and blooming flowers.
There's even my favorite plum tree, and under the plum tree is a grand chair that I love to bask in the sun.
Birds sing and flowers bloom, a scene like a dream.
Just as I was admiring the flowers in this little courtyard.
In the distant mist, the handsome young man with refined features, a face like jade, and resolute eyes once again appeared, his robes fluttering, his silver hair flying through the mist and sunlight, only now he carried a bouquet of flowers as he rode the wind towards the cliff face in my direction…
He appeared before me in a long, bright robe, and walked gracefully toward me. My heart skipped a beat.
"Ahua, you're awake?" His usually cold and aloof face now wore a long-lost, radiant smile, much like Zhou Yu's in his prime, and he even excitedly pulled me into his arms.
I didn't reply to him; my fists were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my flesh.
After a long while, I finally came to my senses. I struggled to break free from his embrace and slapped him across the face: "How dare you!"
But Wen Heng smiled and, seemingly unconcerned, pulled me into his arms again.
I broke free from his embrace again: "Slap!" I slapped him across the face: "Bastard!"
Instead, he smiled even more indulgently and pulled me into his arms again in a domineering manner.
*Slap!* Another slap landed on his face: "Scumbag!"
He pulled me into his arms again, this time holding me tightly and never letting go.
I couldn't break free anymore; he held the back of my head with one hand.
With his other hand, he tightly embraced my waist, his eyes fixed on me with deep affection and burning passion. Finally, as if he had found a precious treasure, he pressed his lips to mine.
Flowers are scattered all over the ground...petals everywhere, fluttering in the wind...
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