Because they cultivate the same system, their souls are very compatible. Ling Yan's appearance and soul have already been sent to the Jade Pool in the Heavenly Palace for recuperation.
Wen Heng's appearance and soul filled the void left by Ling Yan Shangxian's soul, which then came to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation.
So you see, his facial features resemble those of the God Wenheng, but the divine consciousness that governs all his souls still belongs to the Immortal Lingyan.
His destined partner for this mortal trial had already been arranged by the Immortal Lord of Fate, but the appearance of you, Miss Ahua, has disrupted his destiny.
Furthermore, using the soul-summoning technique without authorization is a grave taboo, as it would intensify my divine punishment.
Ah Niu patted my shoulder and sighed, "Listen to my advice, this is just someone wearing Wen Heng's face, not the real Wen Heng. From now on, don't interfere with this immortal's fate book anymore."
"Then what will happen to Wenheng's soul after this immortal has gone through his tribulation?" I pressed.
Ah Niu paused thoughtfully for a moment before speaking frankly: "Some time ago, I encountered that mysterious man from the future again. He brought his two children to this time and space to undergo tribulation. I questioned him about his identity for your sake, and he finally admitted that he is Wen Heng, the God from two thousand years in the future. He also asked me to pass on a message to you."
"What did you say?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with delight.
He really did have a way to come back!
"He said that even if you live out the remaining eight hundred years of your life, he will not give you another chance to see him, but he will not make things easy for you either."
I know that he had warned me before that if I missed the first chance to bring him back, he would make sure I had no place in the Six Realms when he returned.
Whether it's Zhou Lang or Wen Heng, it will never be possible for me to be with him.
This statement has already been partially proven true.
I forced a bitter smile: "He means he will return, but only after I die? Does that mean there will be no chance to see him again?"
Ah Niu nodded: "That's roughly the idea."
It seems I won't even have the chance to see him again.
But I was still a little resentful: "Who is that little brat who keeps calling me 'Mother'? Has she found someone who looks like me but is prettier than me?"
“Perhaps he found someone who looks like you to be with? But it shouldn’t be you, because to ascend to the position of a celestial god, one needs to sever all ties of past affections,” A Niu said.
The last time we met in the underworld, he told me that his girlfriend was prettier than me. Could it be that he really found someone who looks like me but is prettier than me to be his wife?
"So, Ah Hua, you should live your life well for the rest of your days. Don't let a man cause you to fall into such a state of depravity."
Ah Niu patted my shoulder again and continued, "As long as you accumulate good deeds in this life, you will be given the opportunity to continue cultivating immortality when you are reincarnated in the next life."
"Stop being so muddled and drinking all day."
"How could I have lived a decadent and aimless life? I'm just enjoying life."
But Ah Niu gave me a mysterious smile that said, "I don't believe you."
never mind……
I was too lazy to explain further, so in the end I could only smile at him and say, "Yeah, don't worry."
"As for where Wen Heng's soul will go after Ling Yan completes his tribulation, it is said that it is the place where all souls repair their souls. You should not interfere in his return."
The place Ah Niu mentioned must be the dream world that Ran Mo spoke of.
He nodded.
After A Niu left, Ran Mo floated out from my chest and teased me in a sarcastic tone: "Oh dear, someone may seem indifferent on the surface, but in reality, they have cried hundreds of times day and night. The crying in their heart is deafening, making it impossible for me to sleep."
Seeing his grin revealing a single, sinister, snow-white tooth, he looked like he deserved a beating.
Suddenly, I realized that he had nothing to do with Wen Heng and Zhou Lang. I wondered how I could have imagined him as Wen Heng's spirit being nurtured by me.
Seeing that I ignored him, Ranmo continued to ask in a cheeky manner, "So, Zhou Lang and Wen Heng are the same person. What unpleasant thing happened between you two? Tell me quickly and make me happy."
I rolled my eyes at him and changed the subject, asking him, "Do you remember your last name and your first name?"
"Who am I...who am I...who am I?"
This sentence is like his Achilles' heel; as soon as I ask him, he starts repeating his rambling again.
I pointed to a corner not far away: "Go! Go over there if you want to go!"
Ranmo obediently drifted to the corner and continued to murmur softly.
I glared at him, annoyed.
I thought that perhaps Wen Heng made me bind my soul to Ranmo's in a blood pact as revenge, so that I would not live a comfortable life for the rest of my life.
For example, the fact that he made me eat three buckets of rice and expensive wine every day to support him only made my already meager life even worse.
Wen Heng wants me to spend the rest of my life struggling to make ends meet, not letting me have an easy life.
He left me living with guilt and self-blame my whole life, and didn't even give me a chance to make amends to him.
This is probably the most infuriating thing, even more so than watching me die directly, making me wish I were dead.
I sat by Zhu Silang's bedside as he lay unconscious, gazing at his familiar yet unfamiliar face, as if the events between me and Zhou Lang were a distant memory.
But it has also become a tender memory buried deep in my heart, a memory that I can never forget.
When Zhu Silang woke up, it was already the next morning.
And I sat by his bedside, staring blankly at his face, all night long.
Zhu Silang stared wide-eyed, hurriedly covering his naked body with the blanket: "You...you...what did you do to me?"
Because I needed to draw out his soul, I had to remove his clothes, but after I finished, I forgot to put them back on.
So he was shirtless.
The way I gazed at him so affectionately must have made him misunderstand something.
"Of course we'll come to see how badly you're injured! Do you think we'd have any ill intentions towards you?" Ranmo stood aside and teased, fanning the flames.
Zhu Silang stared at me with disbelief.
"What, you want me to take responsibility for you?" I chimed in.
"I'm not interested in you!" he said coldly to me.
"If you're not interested in me, why is your heart racing?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
I don't know why I blurted out such a sentence.
Because I could definitely hear his heart pounding.
"You vixen, don't think you can seduce me just because you're pretty. My heart already belongs to another. Please stay away from me from now on!" Zhu Silang, who had been exposed by me, actually became a little angry.
In truth, I couldn't see any love in his eyes.
Perhaps it's because I'm too beautiful. Men are all lustful creatures, driven by their lower instincts.
Perhaps it was because he actually loved someone else, but because my appearance was too charming, he couldn't help but fall for me, and felt ashamed and angry because he felt guilty towards the girl in his heart.
Ah, men.
I just pursed my lips, feeling utterly bored.
But he really wasn't Wen Heng, so there was no need for me to stay here any longer.
"Ranmo, let's go... let's go for a drink."
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