“Ah Qing, why don’t you forget about the Venerable God? I heard he’s impotent and can’t have a little peacock. I think that yellow-clad boy you brought back two years ago is quite good. Why don’t you marry him? He’s very handsome too.”
The old woman holding my hand stared at me with a dazed look in her eyes, and said very persistently.
I have a bit of a headache. It seems that after not seeing her for several years, the old lady Peacock has lost her mind. She has forgotten that it is not a peacock but a phoenix, and the deity is said to have been transformed from a stone. So no matter whether he is capable or not, I will not be able to give birth to a little peacock.
As for me marrying Yuan Jijiu, that's even more nonsense. He's still a child. No matter how shameless I am, I can't lay a hand on a little kid. I'm a virtuous and accomplished immortal; I wouldn't do such a thing.
But my mother is currently delirious, and I cannot disobey her, so I had no choice but to agree and rush to Hentian Wuya that very night to snatch her away.
When I arrived, that guy had gotten into some trouble and had been imprisoned in the Frozen Prison by Elder Xuan Ye. His yellow robe was stained with blood, and he was lying on the verge of death in a pile of straw.
I disregarded all sense of propriety and shame, and didn't care whether he was dirty or not. I plucked a phoenix feather from under his armpit, broke the cold curse on him, wrapped him in a paulownia leaf, and carried him out of the Floating Life Palace.
The Netherworld Clan was unwilling to let me easily abduct their young master, so they took advantage of the moment when I was dispelling the curse on Yuan Jijiu to lay a trap.
I was anxious to comfort my mother and didn't want to waste time with them, so I plucked another green feather and used it with the Nine-Turn Golden Pill of the Immortal Clan to transform the originally cold spiritual energy into pure fire spiritual power and transfer it into Yuan Ji Jiu's body, hoping that he would wake up and help me explain.
But for some reason, his injuries were exceptionally severe, and even after wasting a thousand years of my spiritual power, I was still unable to wake him up.
I don't know where Xuan Ye got the Nine Heavens Profound Fire from, but it kept me from leaving the Floating Life Palace. In the end, I was forced to undergo Nirvana and be reborn, which allowed me to escape with the dying Yuan Jijiu.
When we returned to Wudu Mountain, Yuanji had sobered up, but my mother was about to collapse.
She was a mountain spirit without a powerful bloodline, and even though I merged my own blood into her body, I couldn't stop her from reaching the end of her life.
I pinned a large red flower that I had picked from the mountain to my hair, and, pulling Yuan Jijiu, whose body was stained with blood, I kowtowed three times towards the fox den, thus fulfilling her last wish.
She closed her eyes peacefully. I knew she loved beauty more than anything and disliked her current skeletal appearance, so I fed her the youth-preserving pill I had obtained from Fairy Qionghua.
After that, I left Yuanjijiu and took my mother to the place where we first met, where I buried her under a sycamore tree.
He said, "You owe me a huge favor, and you must repay it in the future," and then dragged his injured body away. I gave him three more phoenix feathers, which he accepted without hesitation.
Old Man Fox, along with his pack of fox cubs, came to comfort me: "Don't be too sad, Ah Qing. Soon, I'll be joining your mother. She won't be lonely for long."
I almost died on the spot from his comforting words.
My dad really knows how to talk, as always.
Unfortunately, before I could have a proper argument with him, he also passed away, following his mother.
With two key figures gone from Wudu Mountain, I, the mountain king, can no longer just pack up and leave.
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