Upon arriving at their lodgings, Lian Yao immediately transformed back into her original form and then commanded Ye Chen, "You transform back too!"
Ye Chen transformed back into his male form with a slight sense of regret.
Looking at Ye Chen, who had become tall and handsome again, Lian Yao suddenly found him much more pleasing to the eye.
Perhaps it was because Ye Chen had appeared before him in male form from the very beginning, capturing all his attention, that he always felt this was the real him.
Although, Ye Chen in her female form also captivated him!
But for some reason, when he saw Ye Chen in his female form, Lian Yao always felt a sense of respect for him, a respect that could be admired from afar but not touched.
Their true forms are all flowers, plants, and trees, and they are hermaphroditic. After transforming into human form, they can be either female or male.
The cultivation method of the Flower Realm's chief deity, Hundred Flowers, is more suitable for a female body, which is why she primarily uses a female body. Other flower fairies, on the other hand, emulate her because their chief deity cultivates in the form of a woman.
Lianyao chose to take a male form because the methods of the Daoist temple she cultivated were more compatible with the male body.
"Ye Chen, why did you transform into a man?"
Ye Chen said, "This way I can become stronger and then I can go find you."
Lian Yao was fine when she heard his first sentence, but when she heard the second sentence, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she felt a surge of emotion and guilt.
"I'm sorry, I completely forgot about you."
"It's alright, Lianyao." Ye Chen hugged him, mimicking the tone of a mortal mother comforting her child that she had seen before, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry."
Upon hearing this, Lian Yao burst into laughter through her tears, "Who's crying! Not a single tear fell!"
Ye Chen pressed his face against his chest and said, "This is where Lian Yao hid my Soul Pill. I felt you were about to cry just now, so you can't lie to me."
Lian Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Then guess what I'm thinking right now?"
"Your heart is beating fast, you must be thinking of me." Ye Chen smiled at him.
"wrong."
Lian Yao said to Ye Chen, whose smile gradually faded after hearing his answer, "I want to kiss you."
Ye Chen's smile instantly returned, and he pounced on Lian Yao, kissing her.
The two kissed passionately for a long time before parting their lips and talking while lying on the bed.
Lian Yao originally intended to teach Ye Chen, the Goddess of a Hundred Flowers, the main cultivation method of the Myriad Things Technique, because it was recognized throughout the Chaos as the most suitable cultivation method for plants.
Unfortunately, he was in poor health at the time and could only cultivate the special techniques of the Dao Palace to stabilize his soul, thus missing out on the Myriad Things Technique.
But remembering what Ye Chen had said before that he was more powerful in his male form than in his female form, she felt that she couldn't rashly let him cultivate the Myriad Things Technique, which was more suitable for female cultivation.
"Ye Chen, what is your true form?"
"Tree."
"I know it's a tree, but what kind of tree am I asking about?"
"I don't know." Ye Chen shook his head.
Lian Yao nodded: "Alright then, we can only wait until we reach the Flower Realm and ask Aunt Baihua to show you your true form before deciding which cultivation technique to practice."
His true form must be some special species, stronger in male form than in female form, which is why he transforms into male form when he takes human form.
Not only them, but all living beings, when transforming or undergoing tribulations to reshape themselves, prioritize strength, while beauty is considered last.
After all, great strength can make any beauty bloom for you alone, while beauty without strength will only bring disaster.
Therefore, in the chaos, there was no such thing as lust at first sight or flirting with a beautiful woman.
Because weak and powerless rogue immortals often make their appearance ordinary when undergoing the Transformation Tribulation (for demon cultivators) or the Ascension Tribulation (for human cultivators) to reshape their physical bodies.
Those cultivators who dare to beautify themselves or continue their cultivation with their original beautiful appearance are generally either extremely powerful or have a powerful background.
Of course, there are a few cultivators who are truly obsessed with beauty and, knowing the risks are extremely high, will still expend extra magical power to make themselves more beautiful.
However, such cultivators can only become appendages of gods and immortals in various realms in the end.
If you're lucky, you might be paired with a powerful immortal lord. If you serve him well, he might bestow upon you a fortune, allowing you to continue your cultivation. If you serve him only moderately, as long as you don't make any mistakes, you can still live to a ripe old age.
Those with less luck will become someone else's furnace or slave.
Once you fall into either of the latter two categories, you'll suffer torment for the rest of your life, with no hope of escaping it.
The gods have many ways to prevent you from committing suicide, leaving you no choice but to go against your conscience and obediently follow their instructions.
Immortal cultivators have very long lifespans. Even if their lifespan is shortened by being used as a furnace slave, as long as they can survive the Ascension Tribulation, they can still live for several hundred years, no matter how much they suffer.
Once a mortal embarks on the path of cultivation and becomes a cultivator, they will no longer be protected by the Heavenly Dao. Unlike mortals, who are killed by gods without cause, they will be haunted by resentment.
In the present chaotic world, the Dao Palace is the most revered, and the overall order is relatively good. No one would openly violate the rules set by the Dao Palace just to covet a little opportunity or beauty from someone else.
However, the chaos is boundless, the worlds are countless, and the cause and effect are finite; the Dao Palace cannot possibly intervene in everything.
The Dao Palace will only intervene when a particularly serious disaster occurs.
The last Monkey King who wreaked havoc in the celestial realm was suppressed by the ancestral god for five hundred years and then descended to the mortal realm to undergo countless tribulations before being released.
Since the two of them didn't need to sleep at night, Lianyao told him about these rules and regulations, and finally told him the story of the Monkey King.
When he was telling the story of the Monkey King descending to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations, but was reincarnated with a relic to slay demons, Ye Chen suddenly said, "The Monkey King loved this relic very much; they must have known each other before descending to the mortal realm."
He suddenly started shipping couples, which momentarily confused Lian Yao.
He said, "No, they didn't know each other before, and the Monkey King didn't fall in love with the relic."
Ye Chen asked, "Then why did he stay with him as he went to the eighty-one worlds to undergo tribulations, and even risked his life to save him multiple times?"
Lian Yao said, "Didn't I tell you before? The relics are his bait, used to attract demons and monsters. The Monkey King can gain merit by killing or subduing those spirits formed from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth."
"If it were just for the sake of gaining merit, would he risk his life countless times to save the relics? Did he know from the beginning that it was a rebirth of a Buddha's relic, and could saving it bring him merit?"
“The relic never remembers the Monkey King in each reincarnation. In each new world, they are separated by quarrels. But whenever the relic’s reincarnation is in danger, he will immediately drop everything and run to save him.”
"With his strength, he could easily travel to different realms, subdue demons, and accumulate merit to become a saint. Why must he follow him?"
"The first great world could be said to be a coincidence, but the Monkey King didn't hesitate to expend his magic power, traversing the void, and following him through eighty great worlds!"
Lian Yao was stunned. He remembered the book he had seen in the Dao Palace that recorded the Monkey King's tribulations.
At the time, I was so focused on the dramatic adventures of the Monkey King and the reincarnation of the relic that I overlooked the opening passage.
Before the Monkey King descended to the mortal realm, the ancestral god Honglin placed a restriction on his divine sense to prevent him from committing evil deeds, making it difficult for him to glimpse the secrets of heaven and destiny.
Therefore, the Monkey King was unaware that the person he saved was the reincarnation of a Buddha's relic, and that saving him would bring him merit.
After the Monkey King became a saint, he would boast at every gathering of immortals how rational he was, how he used the relic to attract demons to kill him, and how he saved them from danger many times, thus gaining favors from the Buddhist world.
But what the gods didn't know was that when the Monkey King descended to the mortal realm, he couldn't see what other people's past lives were.
If this isn't love...
Lian Yao said in a deep voice, "You're right. They, the Monkey King... the Great Sage, must deeply love the relic."
Seeing that Lian Yao agreed with his analysis, Ye Chen was as happy as a child. He hurriedly asked, "And then what happened? Did they get together after they finished their tribulations?"
Lian Yao recalled that every time he met the Monkey King, although he would joke and banter with others as before, he would always end up getting completely drunk.
He used to think that the Monkey King had become unrestrained after becoming a saint.
Only now does he realize that he was not indulging in depravity, but simply drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Lian Yao shook his head dejectedly, "People in the Buddhist realm are single-mindedly devoted to the Dao and will not form Daoist partnerships with others. Moreover, the relic is the successor cultivated by the Buddhist realm to take over... Alas, in short, the two of them are destined to meet but not to be together, and will never see each other again."
"Hmph!" Ye Chen got angry, turned her body to the side, and said with her back to him, "I don't like this story!"
Lian Yao chuckled, hugged him from behind around the waist, and whispered in his ear, "So, what kind of stories do you like?"
Ye Chen remained silent, seemingly pondering how to express his inner thoughts using his still limited vocabulary.
Lian Yao, however, seemed to already know what he was thinking, and placed her hand on his hand that was hanging at his waist, saying:
"You like to hear that the last disciple of the Ancestral God Honglin, the Divine Lord Lianyao, traveled to the mortal realm before creating the God Realm. He met a Divine Lord Yechen, and the two walked side by side, fell in love, became Daoist partners, traveled around the world together, and finally created their own God Realm together. They lived happily in the God Realm and became a divine couple that everyone in the Chaos envied."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ye Chen turned around, as happy as a child who had just eaten candy. "I love this story the most."
Looking at his smiling face, Lian Yao couldn't help but lean in and kiss him on the lips.
Their eyes met, and they both saw each other's reflection in the other's eyes.
"Would you be willing to work with me to make this story a reality?"
Lianyao asked him.
"I do."
Ye Chen pressed his lips to his.
Clothes disappeared in the kiss, skin rubbed against skin.
"Lianyao, I..."
Ye Chen propped himself up slightly, his eyes glazed with intoxication as he looked at him.
Lian Yao raised her hand and gently wrapped it around his waist.
Some things, perhaps, don't need to be seen to be understood.
When emotions run deep, one will naturally know what to do.
Soft breathing, filtering through the curtains and gauze window, was carried away by the wind to distant places, gently whispering in the ears of those already asleep, a beautiful and fulfilling love story…
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