Jiang Fei yawned lazily, sat down at the jade table, and combed her flowing hair in front of the mirror.
Her black hair was enveloped by divine power, floating like seaweed in water.
Only when she got bored did Jiang Fei get up and walk barefoot towards the outside of the hall.
Since the God-Slaying Array and through these several small worlds, she has actually gotten used to walking.
She raised her hand, and the surrounding barrier vanished instantly as if summoned.
The people outside the hall almost immediately looked at her.
Jiang Fei spotted Rong Li, who was still standing not far away, and teased, "The little prince hasn't left yet?"
Rong Li stared intently at her, his once calm eyes now reddening.
Jiang Fei said with pity, "Young Prince, if you look like this, others will think I'm dead..."
"Jiang Fei." A voice interrupted her from the side.
Jiang Fei glanced sideways impatiently, looking at the white figure for the first time since returning, and then raised her eyebrows slightly.
Lianjia has changed.
The shy little monk with a shaved head back then, the dashing young man with black hair tied in a high ponytail, he has changed so much now.
His hair had turned snow-white, very long, reaching down to his knees, and was slightly undulating due to the divine power. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were now haggard, making him look pitiful. The corners of his eyes were red, which, reflected on his pale face, looked like drops of blood.
Like blood flowers blooming in the snow.
White clothes, white skin, white hair.
Beautiful, as always.
Jiang Fei slowly walked up to him and carefully examined him from his eyebrows and eyes to the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips: "Little monk, you have changed."
She murmured.
Lianjia laughed.
In this world, there is only one person who would call him a little monk, so it's not a dream.
He responded as he had done countless times in his dreams: "Jiang Fei, long time no see."
Jiang Fei reached out and lightly touched the area under his left eye with her fingertips, a drop of water clinging to her fingertip: "Have you obtained the marriage thread?"
Lian Jia's eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared at her blankly, speechless.
He simply reached out and gently covered the back of her hand, their fingers intertwined.
Jiang Fei indulged his actions, still smiling lazily: "I have lived in the human world for hundreds of years and have learned a principle."
She withdrew her hand from Lianjia's palm: "A teacher for a day is a mother for life."
Lian Jia's eyes widened in shock.
Jiang Fei pretended to be troubled and pondered for a while before saying, "If that's the case, then it wouldn't be wrong for you to call me 'Mother'."
Lian Jia was stunned, never expecting that she would say... Mother?
"Jiang Fei..." He was about to speak when a delicate, alluring fragrance wafted over.
Jiang Fei raised her eyes with interest, only to see a fiery red shadow flying towards her. When the person landed, Yi Li's face still showed some panic, but when she met Jiang Fei's gaze, she lowered her eyes slightly and gave a charming smile as usual: "Goddess." Her voice was low and husky, with a deliberate softness.
Jiang Fei looked at that stunningly beautiful face, still so flamboyantly beautiful, and she smiled too: "Little fox."
“Last time, the goddess tore up the letter I sent to her, and I have been heartbroken ever since…” Rong Fei’s tone was still half-serious, but her eyes remained fixed on her. As she spoke, her Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and she stopped talking.
Jiang Fei waited for him to finish his sentence, but after a while, he didn't say anything. He just shook his head in disappointment and said, "Little fox, why don't we go back to my palace and continue?"
Rong Fei looked at her, her eyes filled with surprise and light, and quickly nodded: "Okay." After saying that, she was about to follow her.
"Jiang Fei, no..." Lian Jia's voice rang out, too weak.
Jiang Fei turned her head and immediately looked into Lian Jia's helpless eyes, which were filled with a subtle sorrow: "No..."
He could never bring himself to say what he didn't want.
The giant dragon beside him gently crawled to Jiang Fei's side, glanced at Lian Jia, and then gently rubbed against the back of Jiang Fei's hand.
Jiang Fei patted the dragon's little head and followed its gaze to Lian Jia: "Good boy, you mustn't be like me and get misled by beauty."
Da Long shrank back.
Jiang Fei chuckled and looked at Lian Jia: "What I said just now was indeed a bit excessive."
Lianjia's throat tightened.
“If you really call me ‘Mother,’ then wouldn’t it be…confused, since we were once related by marriage?” Jiang Fei shook her head to herself. “How about this, you don’t call me Mother anymore. I do know your Father God. He once asked me to protect you, so just call me Mother…”
At this point, she paused for a moment, seemingly calculating the generational order, before exclaiming with delight, "Auntie, how is it?"
She ultimately swallowed the word "grandmother" back, showing her consideration.
Lianjia's face turned even paler.
Jiang Fei nodded in satisfaction and turned to return to his bedchamber.
"Jiang Fei..." Lian Jia was about to say something when he lifted his foot and chased after her.
Jiang Fei suddenly waved his sleeve, and the wind from the sleeve, carrying divine power, attacked Lian Jia.
Lianjia's body was uncontrollably pushed back to the ancient tree in the distance, his back slamming heavily against it, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Fei tilted his head, surprised that he had become so weak after three thousand years, but he still did not say a word before closing the palace gate.
“Jiang Fei, I have never shaved my head again…” Lian Jia’s weak voice came with the sound of the wind.
Jiang Fei turned around, lowered her eyes, and closed the door.
Rong Fei watched Jiang Fei's actions with a smile on her face, without saying a word.
Jiang Fei looked at him, lazily raising an eyebrow: "What are you looking at?"
Rong Fei lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, shaking his head: "I am very happy that the goddess only summoned me in." As he spoke, he stepped forward and gently stroked her hair, just as he had done before the battle of the God of War.
Jiang Fei indulged his actions: "Little fox, I thought that when we met again, you would become the ruler of the six realms."
After all, he had done a great service in killing the goddess back then.
Rong Fei paused in stroking her long hair, then whispered softly, "Compared to being the ruler of the six realms, I'd rather be..."
"Um?"
“The father of the god Lianjia, or...uncle.”
Jiang Fei's eyes lit up: "Don't forget to tell Lian Jia these words when you leave later."
"You heartless person," Rong Fei complained in a low voice. "You personally nurtured the ancient divine body of the God of Lianjia. If I were to tell him, wouldn't I be harmed by the god?"
Jiang Fei laughed out loud: "That would be great."
She loved watching men fight.
Rong Fei shook her head aggrievedly, then reached out and grabbed the wine pot and cups on the table. She then placed her fox tail on her knees and stared intently at Jiang Fei with her alluring eyes.
Jiang Fei chuckled softly, skillfully resting her head on his fox tail, watching him slowly pour a glass of wine and feed it to her lips.
She opened her lips and slowly drank from his hand.
It's as if none of this ever happened.
as always.
A drop of wine splashed onto Jiang Fei's lips. Rong Fei wiped the drop away with her index finger and put it in her mouth.
The candlelight cast a dim, yellowish glow, which made Jiang Fei unconsciously reach out and touch Rong Fei's cheek, then slowly slide down to his chest, her fingertips touching his skin.
Rong Fei's body trembled slightly, and a bead of sweat slid down her forehead.
Jiang Fei chuckled softly, feigning ignorance: "Hmm?"
Rong Fei lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly, "In three thousand years, no one has ever treated me like this."
"You've suffered," Jiang Fei said with pity, her fingertips tracing across his chest.
Rong Fei's face turned pale instantly.
Jiang Fei's fingertips were like a sharp blade, drawing blood at the slightest touch. Without the slightest hesitation, she slowly and gently sliced open his skin, watching drops of blood seep from the crevice. She then reached her hand beneath his skin, as if to peel it off.
Sweat beaded on Rong Fei's forehead, but his face was no longer bloodshot. He still smiled indulgently, "Is that enough?"
Jiang Fei shook her head, pulled her hand out from under his skin, and looked at the blood on her fingertips and the back of her hand, which was still dripping with aphrodisiac fragrance.
Jiang Fei raised her eyes and said, "I am a clean freak."
Rong Fei took her hand, put the blood-dripping finger in her mouth, and licked it away.
Then she took the silk handkerchief and wiped it clean little by little.
Jiang Fei watched his movements lazily, and after a long while sighed, "Little fox."
Rong Fei looked at her.
“In these three thousand years, even if I were stupid, I should have figured it out by now,” she said, pulling her hand away from his and taking the wine glass. “This ordinary wine is not as strong as the God-Slaying Wine.”
Rong Fei's eyes trembled slightly.
Jiang Fei tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. The next moment, he laughed and said, "Once the God-Slaying Wine enters the lungs, it corrodes the internal organs until the body becomes an empty shell..."
Rong Fei's face was completely bloodless.
Jiang Fei still smiled and said, "Even the God-Slaying Array is not as painful as half the God-Slaying Wine."
“Jiang Fei…”
“You’re so beautiful, I really can’t bear to part with you,” Jiang Fei said, looking at him with eyes full of pity. “But I’m also the kind of person who holds grudges. You probably don’t know how painful it is to just talk about it…”
Jiang Fei reached out and pressed against Rong Fei's chest, slowly accumulating divine power in his hand.
Rong Fei's face suddenly turned pale, and his lips turned blue. He felt as if his soul had been ripped out, and a faint sound of his lungs turning into water filled his body.
It hurts a lot.
The pain was so intense, it felt like being dead.
The pain was so intense that he could no longer use any of his magical power.
Even the slightest movement felt like being branded with a red-hot iron, slowly scraping at the skin and flesh.
But back then, it was in such pain that she released all her divine power and broke free from the God-Slaying Array.
Jiang Fei infused a bit of divine power into Rong Fei's lungs and slowly withdrew his hand: "If you calculate carefully, from the time the God-Slaying Wine took effect in my body until it ended, it took a total of three hours."
"This bit of divine power will cause you pain once a year on this day, for three thousand years."
"fair enough."
Rong Fei remained standing in the same spot, his body wracked with pain, yet he managed a forced smile, saying with a wronged expression, "So this is what pain is like."
Jiang Fei nodded: "Yes."
Rong Fei lowered her eyes, still smiling: "But... are you satisfied now?"
Jiang Fei thought about it carefully for a moment, "It's still a little short."
"From now on, Rong Fei of the fox demon clan shall never approach my holy mountain again, or she will suffer a backlash."
Rong Fei was taken aback, then her expression changed drastically, and the smile on her lips vanished: "Jiang Fei..."
“There’s nothing we can do,” Jiang Fei shrugged. “Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.”
Rong Fei looked at her, and after a long while coughed softly, "You're right."
Jiang Fei remained silent.
“My father was the ruler of the demon realm, while my mother was an ordinary human woman. Later, some people in the demon realm colluded with the demon race to rebel on the grounds that my father had an affair with a mortal. In front of all the demons, my father was skinned alive with a fox skin, and my mother was publicly humiliated and disfigured by mortals for giving birth to me.”
"Humans, demons, monsters, and even the gods and immortals who claim to uphold justice in the six realms are all to blame."
"Only by climbing higher, becoming the ruler of the six realms, and trampling everyone under my feet can I truly take revenge."
"Jiang Fei, you are the only chance I can see."
But then...
After watching her drink the god-slaying wine he had brought her, he was the one who regretted it.
Everyone says that Jiang Fei, the innate god, is dead.
My mother died too.
It turns out that her mother had long since lived enough; she only allowed herself to live on as an "old monster" for his sake.
"Old monster," was what my mother said herself.
She said she had long been tired of this world without a father, but her children wanted her to live, so she lived.
As he died, his mother asked him, "Are you happy now that you've killed Miss Jiang?"
He was unhappy.
He was very unhappy.
She appears in his dreams every night, and in those dreams, she takes on many different identities, but without exception, she never stays for him.
“Jiang Fei, I’ve told many lies,” Rong Fei looked at her seriously, “but back then, in the letter I gave you outside the cave, there really was a blood talisman.”
He truly was willing to be a slave for her.
Jiang Fei looked at him and said, "I believe you."
But it was precisely because she believed that she tore it up.
She doesn't need willing slaves; she just needs to collect a debt herself.
Rong Fei looked at her quietly, then laughed after a long while, until a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth: "Am I pretty, Jiang Fei?"
Jiang Fei nodded honestly.
Rong Fei said, "So, I'll show you how good I look, and then make you regret what you said today."
Jiang Fei looked at him without saying a word.
"...But if you..."
If something, he choked up and didn't say it.
He knew that if she were willing to lift a hand to him, he would still be willing to... let her rest her head on his knees and feed her sake for a lifetime.
...
To prevent the beauty from being devoured and dying on his own turf, Jiang Fei waved his hand and sent Rong Fei away.
Rong Li has already left. I heard that he has now taken over the duties of the Phoenix Clan's leader, and the Phoenix Clan cannot do without him.
Jiang Fei simply nodded in understanding. Lian Jia, on the other hand, had been guarding the ancient tree ever since he coughed up blood that day, quietly watching the direction of the palace.
Jiang Fei let him guard her, rarely paying attention to him, and continued to go out to buy fine wine and enjoy the scenery as usual.
In the Six Realms, the news of her return to the Outer Heaven spread almost immediately. Many gods, demons, humans, and ghosts came to her holy mountain to investigate. When they got annoyed, Jiang Fei simply waved her hand and sent them tens of thousands of miles away.
Everyone believed the news that the goddess was not dead, and had even returned.
Thus, the six realms, which were originally embroiled in endless disputes and wars, quickly united for fear of retaliation and kept a close watch on the movements of the Holy Mountain.
Jiang Fei just scoffed.
Last time, it was the God-Slaying Wine and the God-Slaying Array that worked on her together, which is why she acted that way.
Now that the God-Slaying Array ordained by Heaven has been destroyed, those lesser gods can no longer create any decent arrays.
Even if he were to ingest the God-Slaying Wine again, after several thousand years, his divine body would be able to neutralize it.
However, she has no interest in taking revenge on the six realms for the time being.
On this day, Jiang Fei was carrying a jar of fine wine back to the Holy Mountain when a phoenix cried out halfway there. Immediately afterwards, a golden-red light transformed into a human figure before her eyes.
Jiang Fei looked at him: "Where did the young prince go today? What a coincidence!"
Rong Li simply looked at her and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Jiang Fei paused for a moment: "Is something the matter?"
Rong Li didn't speak, but after a long silence, he said, "I don't have a chance anymore, do I, Jiang Fei?"
From the moment he chose to stand against her after knowing that the Six Realms were about to intervene in that great battle, he never had another chance.
Jiang Fei looked at him without saying a word.
Rong Li then thought of something and gave a self-deprecating smile: "No, I should say that I never had the chance."
From the very beginning, when he laid hands on her and said he would "kill her," he was already sentenced to death.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment: "To be precise, all men in the world have an equal opportunity to be with me."
"Jiang Fei!" Rong Li glared at her, his eyes darkening in an instant, his voice murmuring, "What he did, I couldn't do. I couldn't bear to leave the Phoenix Clan, I couldn't bear the condemnation. It's only right that you keep him..."
Jiang Fei frowned, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
After Rong Li finished speaking, her eyes reddened again: "If... we had met differently, would you...?"
"No," Jiang Fei told him firmly.
Rong Li's pupils trembled.
Jiang Fei laughed: "What you want is someone who can love you for a lifetime, but I'm not that sentimental."
Rong Li paused, glared at her fiercely for a long time, and before her tears fell, she transformed into a golden light and disappeared from the spot.
Jiang Fei remained where he was, recalling Rong Li's words just now.
It seems I've missed something...
She shrugged and returned to the sacred mountain.
Beneath the ancient tree, Lian Jia, with white hair and dressed in white, still stood there. Upon seeing her return, he took two steps forward.
Jiang Fei entered the palace without even looking at it, as usual.
Before long, Da Long also came in, quietly resting against her legs, and gently rubbing her ankle for a long time.
"Good boy, stop fooling around." Jiang Fei lazily took a sip of wine.
The dragon paused for a moment, then turned and spun away. Unexpectedly, it soon returned. This time, it transformed into a giant python, twisted in front of Jiang Fei, and gave her the mirror it was holding in its mouth.
"What? Do you want me to see my stunningly beautiful face?" Jiang Fei smiled and took the mirror.
Da Long rubbed his head, pointed the mirror at his reflection in the ancient tree outside the window, and then hissed softly.
The mirror surface rippled slightly, and soon the image was reflected.
Jiang Fei rested one hand on her forehead, glancing absently at the mirror.
—On the night she was to marry Lian Jiadi, because she defied the will of Heaven, Lian Jiadi vomited blood for an entire day until she severed the thread of their marriage.
It was only after he stopped vomiting blood that he discovered the God-Slaying Wine that Bai Rirongfei had sent, and he desperately rushed towards the God-Slaying Array.
Jiang Fei frowned. She had known this for a long time. It was the first time she had sensed the power of the Heavenly Dao. After all, even she felt a dull pain in her lungs.
—In the God of Slaughter Formation, Lian Jia was brought to Yun Yan's side by an invisible force, and he kept calling out her name with fear in his eyes.
Jiang Fei was helpless. She wasn't stupid; she naturally knew that this was the ending ordained by Heaven.
“I know all that,” Jiang Fei said, turning the mirror upside down. He earnestly advised, “Da Long, you are male. What attracts you must be a beautiful female. Even if she isn’t female, she should at least be a snake. Cross-species relationships never end well…”
Da Long let out a low whimper, looked up at her speechlessly and pitifully.
Helpless, Jiang Fei finally picked up the mirror again and then squinted her eyes slightly.
After she entered the cave, a minor deity said, "The goddess is dead," and Lianjia's black hair gradually turned snow-white. Then, despite the gods' attempts to stop her, she repeatedly tried to break through the barrier, but failed each time.
In the mirror, his mouth was slightly open, but he seemed unable to speak, only the whimpers of a small animal could be heard.
The sound wasn't loud.
On that day, many soldiers from the Six Realms died, and the stench of blood permeated the Holy Mountain, lingering for a long time.
They killed even more than Jiang Fei.
I heard that on that day, the Three Lives Stone in the underworld was trampled into dust by too many ghosts.
Lianjia became a monster feared throughout the six realms.
Just like she used to be.
Her sacred mountain was gradually restored to its former state, starting with a single plant and a peach tree, and the malevolent energy that once hovered over it also diminished considerably.
Because the dragon was her mount, she was almost implicated and implicated. Since then, in order to save her life, she has always stayed by Lianjia's side.
Later, Lianjia started to get busy with something, and he would go to places full of evil energy, carrying a jade gourd, to pray to those wicked fallen gods, evil people, and demons.
The fallen god, wielding a longsword, stabbed several bloody holes in his body in a fit of rage.
The demons coveted his divine power.
The villain laughed arrogantly, demanding that he kneel down and beg.
The lifeless little monk knelt before the villain, head bowed, and no one could tell what his expression was.
Except for the large dragon hidden in his sleeve, which peeked out and glanced at him.
Then, as if showing great mercy, those people released a wisp of blue light from between their eyebrows, and that light entered the jade gourd.
Later, the Six Realms seemed to have heard the rumors. They did not want the goddess who could control everything to return to the Six Realms, so they began to send large armies to kill Lianjia.
Lianjia began to lead the great dragon in hiding throughout the six realms.
Only once, when Lianjia's divine power had been drained by several demons and he had not yet recovered, he was captured by the army sent by the Six Realms.
The little monk's limbs were nailed to the ground with the Suppressing Nails, and his white hair obscured his expression.
It was Rong Li who came and saved his life.
Before parting, Rong Li said, "That's just a rumor."
But the little monk still left with the dragon, embarking on a long journey once again.
Two thousand years ago.
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred rays of blue light.
Finally, the little monk staggered to the cave entrance and opened the jade gourd.
A beam of blue light shot out, so strong that it almost turned white, and entered the cave.
At the same time, inside the cave, her soul left her body, and a calm, undisturbed voice in her mind said, "Hello, host."
Jiang Fei placed the mirror upside down on the table, her hand still pressed against her forehead, but she didn't move.
She believed that after she ascended to heaven, everything would proceed as the will of heaven had predicted.
The Heavenly Emperor Jia of the Divine Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Empress Yunyan, a legendary couple, created a beautiful story.
She was too lazy to defy fate anymore.
The dragon had transformed into a small snake, and after giving a tiny yawn, it gently curled up at her feet.
Jiang Fei sat alone in the palace until night fell.
After an unknown period of time, a firefly slowly flew in through the half-open window.
Jiang Fei looked up at the firefly. This was not a creature from the sacred mountain; it must have come later.
She reached out, and the firefly, as if summoned, gently landed on her fingertip.
Jiang Fei stared at the little insect for a long time, then withdrew her fingertip, got up, and walked out.
Under the ancient tree, Lian Jia almost immediately looked up at her, her snow-white hair fluttering like moonlight falling on the night.
Jiang Fei slowly walked up to Lian Jia and carefully examined his appearance. He had lost a lot of weight, was much weaker, had lost much of his divine power, and looked much more haggard.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Fei said calmly, "It's time for a bath."
Lianjia was stunned.
Jiang Fei said nothing more and turned back to the palace.
Almost immediately, I heard staggering footsteps behind me.
The bath tub was already prepared, filled with a medicinal soup made from immortal herbs and divine blood, carrying a faint fragrance.
Thousands of years later, Lianjia once again took a medicinal bath in her bedchamber.
Jiang Fei leaned against the bed, watching his somewhat restrained movements, and finally took off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes.
The once fair-skinned and alluring young man is now covered in scars.
Four dark scars on his limbs, which will never fade.
Under the candlelight, a sense of broken beauty.
The only thing that hasn't changed is her bright red ears, which are hidden beneath her white hair.
After the medicinal bath, Jiang Fei patted the seat next to her as usual: "Come here."
Lianjia's eyelashes trembled uneasily, but he still walked towards her step by step and sat down beside the jade couch.
Jiang Fei made no further bold moves, only watching the protective divine light swirling around Lian Jia for a long time before saying, "You've suffered quite a bit?"
Lian Jia turned her head blankly, and after a long while, she smiled softly: "It's not bitter."
At least, she's back.
Jiang Fei then remained silent, simply reaching out and grasping Lian Jia's hand, before slightly separating them and intertwining their fingers.
Lian Jia froze, looking at her with flustered eyes, her ears turning even redder.
However, in the next instant, he suddenly realized something and desperately tried to let go, but to no avail.
Jiang Fei was using his divine power to repair his damaged body and... his primordial spirit.
A continuous stream of divine power flowed into his body.
It's like... neither of us owes the other anything.
Finally, Jiang Fei stopped, gently rubbing his temples, which were throbbing from the excessive power of his distraction. Looking at Lian Jia, whose appearance had returned to its former splendor, he got up to leave.
Lian Jia hurriedly reached out and grabbed her, but the next moment he felt as if his whole body had fallen into warm water, and his consciousness became blurred.
“Jiang Fei…”
"You have no manners," Jiang Fei glanced at him sideways, "I told you you should call her aunt."
Then, she tried to break free from his grasp.
A pleading look appeared in Lianjia's eyes: "Don't go."
Jiang Fei easily broke free and got up to walk out of the palace.
“You can sever the destined marriage with a wave of your hand, defying the laws of heaven,” Lian Jia struggled to climb off the jade bed, but only fell heavily to the ground. He looked up at her with difficulty, “In the instant you waved your hand, I traveled two thousand years.”
Defying the laws of Heaven, saving the dying god.
Jiang Fei paused at the doorway, without saying a word.
Lianjia's voice grew weaker and weaker: "I'm two thousand years behind you, but I'm desperately trying to catch up..."
So, please don't abandon me.
Jiang Fei felt her clothes being gently tugged.
She frowned: "Da Long, stop..."
She didn't say the last word; it was Lian Jia who tugged at her sleeve.
Jiang Fei lowered her eyes, looked at him for a while, and finally broke free and flew away.
...
Jiang Fei leaned against the cool, warm body of the dragon, wandering around casually.
After wandering for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly thought of something: "System, what exactly caused you to be formed?"
The hairpin moved slightly, and after a long silence, the system finally spoke: "[A ruthless villain, with only a glimmer of kindness remaining.]"
Jiang Fei frowned in disdain: "So pretentious."
【system:……】
Jiang Fei smiled faintly and said nothing more.
However, while passing through the human realm, they happened to encounter a flood.
The river breached its banks, flooding tens of thousands of acres of farmland and affecting tens of thousands of households.
Jiang Fei sat on a cloud, watching people bobbing in the flood, watching children crying their hearts out, watching thieves stealing jewelry from the dead, watching heroes jumping into the flood one by one to save more people...
At that moment, she suddenly understood the old man.
All beings in the six realms are foolish and dull.
But.
All living beings suffer.
Jiang Fei found a respected and knowledgeable elder in the area and had him stand on the tail of the dragon so that he could watch as she raised her hand to stop the flood and then raised it again to save the people in the water.
The old man was initially frightened, but later he prostrated himself and kowtowed to the goddess.
Jiang Fei stopped him and asked only, "Do you know what to do?"
The old man nodded hurriedly.
Jiang Fei originally thought that since she had done things to help the six realms in the past without any witnesses, now that the old man was giving her a testimony, she would see who would dare to pursue her crimes in the future.
Unexpectedly, after the old man returned home, he embellished the story and told it to the people around him, saying how powerful the goddess was.
Although those people did not see it, they were convinced of it as soon as they saw the flood recede.
So much so that when Jiang Fei wandered through the Six Realms and passed through this place again, a temple dedicated to her was built.
Jiang Fei: "..."
Speechless, but it seems...not bad.
Jiang Fei rarely returns to the Holy Mountain anymore, instead wandering around the Six Realms and the Four Directions, which is quite nice.
On this day, Jiang Fei suddenly realized that he hadn't admired beautiful women in a long time, so he found an excuse and slipped into the painting pavilion in the immortal realm.
The pavilion was filled with beautiful, free-spirited immortals, and Jiang Fei immediately took a liking to one of them.
For some reason, Xiao Xian, who had initially been all smiles at her, changed her personality after going out for a while.
She pursed her lips, looking rather reserved.
Fortunately, he was quite gentle, massaging her shoulders and legs. Jiang Fei stayed there for the night.
Some time later, when she went to a brothel in the human world, the same strange thing happened again.
On the third occasion, Jiang Fei heard that a little demon had appeared in the demon realm, who was as beautiful as a flower and incomparably gorgeous, so she went there out of admiration.
Upon arrival, they learned that to see the little devil, they would have to defeat other demons.
After Jiang Fei easily won the first prize, she met the little devil and realized that the little devil was actually a little witch.
Jiang Fei was fine. Although the little witch seemed conflicted, she eventually resigned herself to her fate. Just as he was about to walk to her side, there was a commotion outside the door.
The little witch went out, but soon returned.
Jiang Fei then looked at the little witch who was surrounded by a clear blue divine light, wearing a bright red dress and revealing her fair legs. She sat next to her, looking like a chaste and virtuous woman.
Jiang Fei slowly walked to the little witch's side. The little witch looked at her, her ears turning red.
Jiang Fei sat opposite the little witch, resting his chin on his hand and lightly tapping his cheek with his fingertips. After a long while, he slowly said, "Our little monk looks so good even dressed in women's clothes."
The "little witch" froze, remaining seated without moving.
Jiang Fei slowly stood up and snorted, "You can pretend to be whoever you want, but you'd better not let me recognize you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a beam of light and vanished from the spot.
Behind her, Lian Jia gazed at the spot where she had disappeared, and after a long while, he chuckled softly.
Her words implied that she agreed to let him follow her and become one of those "beauties."
He will try to catch up with her, but he will be a little slower.
It's just a little slower.
...
Jiang Fei leaned against Da Long, holding a flask of wine in his hand, and took a sip.
The hairpin twitched slightly.
[System: Host, shall we return to the Holy Mountain?]
Not for now.
Jiang Fei smiled.
Where to go?
Suddenly, countless portraits flew towards them from the front, scattering throughout the six realms, carrying a faint demonic aura.
Jiang Fei casually picked up a portrait, on which Rong Fei's stunningly beautiful face was vividly depicted.
She raised an eyebrow, recalling Rong Fei's words: "I'll show you how good I look, and then I'll make you regret what you said today."
It's truly beautiful, and I have no regrets about it.
She chuckled softly, tossed the portrait aside, and glanced down at her feet.
I sleep among the stars, my pillow resting on the willow branches; I revel in the beauty's lap, savoring the seasons.
Why not live a life of unbridled freedom?
[End of text]
Author's Note: This story ends here.
The moment I wrote "[The End]", I felt a sense of relief, yet also a profound sense of loss.
Thank you to every reader who has followed us this far. I'll leave the long-winded introduction for later; let's get to the point first—
[There are red envelopes for comments on this chapter 24 hours a day, and big red envelopes will be given away from time to time!]
I am truly grateful to every reader who followed the story, commented, offered encouragement, donated content, showered me with praise, checked in, sent me messages, or shared their opinions; I saw them all.
There are familiar faces (so familiar that I became familiar with them as soon as I started writing on Jinjiang, haha), and there are also new readers (who are also familiar to me).
I sometimes feel really bad for not updating, but I'm willing but unable to do it. Later on, I didn't dare to face everyone's disappointment, but I still secretly read the comments hhhhhh.
This is the longest article I've ever written; I never expected it myself.
When I started writing, I only had a rough idea of the main world in mind, and I boldly began writing. As expected, my inspiration dwindled later on. :(
However, quick transmigration is a very peculiar genre. When you start writing, it will frantically draw inspiration and ideas from you, but when you finish, you will feel like you haven't written enough.
For example, I also want to write about the Republican era (the kind of character who can still smile like a gentle breeze even after killing someone up close with blood splattered on their face), the period drama world (a handsome, muscular, honey-skinned butcher), and the fantasy world (a truly naive and innocent wolf demon boy)...
This book is not meant to be; I've decided to put it in the next book!
The next book probably won't have a main fantasy world; it might even require the protagonist's true form to conquer it!
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Finally, thank you again to every reader!
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