Jiang Fei had not expected Lian Jia to say such a thing.
She didn't want to pay attention, but her love of beauty made her turn to look at him. Before she could get a good look, someone fed her a glass of lukewarm wine. The glass touched her lower lip, accompanied by Rong Fei's soft, aggrieved voice: "Goddess, the wine is cold."
Jiang Fei merely glanced at Rong Fei with a smile, then drank the warm wine from his hand: "Did it turn sour?"
Rong Fei sighed softly, put down her wine glass, picked up a grape, carefully peeled it, and held it to her lips. When she opened her mouth, she said, "What does the goddess think?" Her gaze held a hint of wistful resentment.
Jiang Fei laughed out loud, then looked away from Lian Jia and leaned down, resting her head on Rong Fei's knees.
Their robes were intertwined, their actions intimate and ambiguous.
Not far away, a man whose body was surging with a dark blue divine light stared intently at this scene.
Rong Fei poured another glass of wine and tenderly fed it to Jiang Fei's lips. She lowered her head and leaned close to Jiang Fei's eyes, her voice very soft: "The goddess has chosen me."
Jiang Fei sipped his wine with half-closed eyes, and said lazily upon hearing this, "Does Rong Fei care that much?"
Rong Fei smiled charmingly; "I simply don't want to lose." Her tone was unusually serious.
“You,” Jiang Fei smiled, opening her eyes to look at the man so close to her, who was deliberately being ambiguous, “have you forgotten why you entered the gates of my Holy Mountain?”
He entered because he was Lianjia's substitute.
Rong Fei's expression paused slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "But Goddess, there is one thing I cannot surpass him in."
"Um?"
"I would like to presume to take a step ahead."
As Rong Fei spoke, she gently leaned down and was about to kiss her lips.
At that moment, a divine light struck him mercilessly.
Rong Fei quickly straightened up to avoid him, and looked up to see Lian Jia staring at him expressionlessly.
Jiang Fei remained languidly leaning against his knees, casually waving her hand to block the divine light: "What a pity."
Lian Jia's face paled slightly.
“It’s no pity,” Rong Fei said, withdrawing her gaze from Lian Jia. “We can always find a place where we won’t be disturbed.”
"I wish to elope with the goddess."
Jiang Fei became interested: "How about eloping?"
Rong Fei smiled: "Like this..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Fei half-embraced Jiang Fei and transformed into a ray of red light, disappearing into the Holy Mountain.
Jiang Fei leaned against Rong Fei's chest indifferently, letting him lead her away.
He was bored while staying on the holy mountain.
Even after leaving the sacred mountain, he thoughtfully sealed off his divine sense.
However, this little fox has finally stopped pretending to be weak to deceive others. Its magic is unfathomable and even has a touch of evil, which is really fun.
Jiang Fei never expected that Rong Fei would bring her to the human world.
She had visited the human realm before, but only briefly and never stayed.
But upon further reflection, I understood.
Rong Fei exudes both a seductive, foxy fragrance and an air of worldly dust.
He took her to a mansion in an ordinary city, where only a beautiful woman came to greet her.
The beautiful woman was a mortal with no magic, but she was extremely beautiful. She wore heavy makeup, and every frown and smile was full of charm. Even though she looked to be a few years old, she still had a unique charm.
Jiang Fei's eyes brightened slightly.
The woman before me was a true beauty.
And she loved beautiful women.
In the next instant, Jiang Fei smelled the scent of the Youth Preservation Pill.
The Elixir of Youth is a supreme treasure of the Six Realms, capable of granting mortals longevity.
However, if one does not receive proper cultivation and conditioning over time, one's appearance will deteriorate, and one's flesh will become a bloody mess.
Unfortunately, her protective divine light was the most perfect cultivation treasure in the Six Realms.
Jiang Fei glanced at Rong Fei with a half-smile, but her eyes suddenly lit up when the beautiful woman stepped forward.
The beautiful woman's hairpins and earrings were exquisite, her red lips were incomparably gorgeous, her eyebrows were delicate, and her rouge was charming.
Jiang Fei thought of her own simple white jade hairpin and felt that these little trinkets in the human world were exceptionally exquisite.
Rong Fei looked at Jiang Fei: "My mother, Xiu Niang..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fei stepped forward, stroked Xiu Niang's cheek, and inquired about her cosmetics, hairpins, and jewelry.
Xiu Niang was surprised for a while, but quickly recovered and answered Jiang Fei's questions one by one.
Rong Fei stared at Jiang Fei from behind, and then looked at her mother, who had rarely spoken since her father's death, now talking to Jiang Fei. Her eyes showed a rare look of surprise. After a long while, she finally said, "Jiang Fei..." She didn't even call her "Goddess".
Jiang Fei turned to look at him, puzzled.
Rong Fei remained silent, stunned.
Jiang Fei lost her patience. She naturally knew that Rong Fei, as a fox demon with profound magic, had a human mother, which was a great disgrace to the demon race, who always regarded the human world as an inferior bloodline. She could also guess that perhaps because of her background, Rong Fei's life in the demon race was probably miserable. Even worse, perhaps it was because she suffered ridicule in the demon world that she sent her mother back to the human world.
But she had no time to care about his pitiful self-esteem; she had more "important" things to do.
She really loves those delicate little trinkets!
In the days that followed, Jiang Fei drank less fine wine and put the beauty aside. Every day, he would use a spell to go with Xiu Niang to a place in the human world called "Market" to buy some trinkets.
The old man once said that you have to pay someone for what you take.
But she had no money, so she had to exchange it for her only white jade hairpin.
She didn't know how much the white jade hairpin was worth, but judging from the vendor's gleaming eyes, it must be extremely valuable. She didn't pay much attention to it, since her entire palace on the sacred mountain was made of that jade.
Rong Fei had tried to contact her before, but she dismissed her with a few words each time.
Perhaps he never imagined that after leaving the Holy Mountain and escaping Lianjia, he would be defeated by a small piece of rouge and jewelry.
Jiang Fei realized that he had neglected the beauty two months later.
Once her initial interest wore off, she craved fine wine and, in doing so, remembered Rong Fei.
That day, she specially sought out a jar of fine wine and brought it back.
Upon entering the room of the mansion, I was surprised to find Rong Fei cultivating, her body radiating a rich crimson light.
Jiang Fei paused, still wondering if she had gone to the wrong room, when Rong Fei got up, took the wine jar from her hand, took her hand, and sat her on the soft couch next to her, letting her lean on his fox tail. He then filled her cup with wine and handed it to her.
"The goddess actually knows to come back?" Rong Fei's voice was filled with a resentful tone, a mix of truth and falsehood.
Jiang Fei narrowed her eyes, lifted his chin, and laughed: "With such a beauty here, where can I go?"
Rong Fei glanced at her reproachfully, but said nothing more. She picked up a peach shortbread, placed one hand under it to catch the cookie, and fed it to Jiang Fei's lips with the other: "Try it."
Jiang Fei took a bite of the peach shortbread, and the sweet aroma gradually filled her mouth.
Rong Fei quieted down, and after a long while, she suddenly said, "My mother's face has long been ruined. She wears heavy makeup every day just to put my mind at ease."
"Hmm," Jiang Fei responded lazily.
"I brought you here to borrow your protective divine light to heal my mother." Rong Fei wiped her hands and gently massaged her temples.
"Hmm." Jiang remained lazy.
She had guessed it the moment she saw Xiu Niang, but those little trinkets pleased her.
Rong Fei poured another glass of wine and gently held it to Jiang Fei's lips, watching her drink it, a drop of water clinging to the corner of her lips.
He paused, rubbed the water droplets off with his index finger, and then put them in his mouth.
"Why do you like to drink?" he suddenly asked.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "How could I refuse when a beauty like you feeds me?"
Rong Fei remained silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, and said nothing more.
Jiang Fei only slightly bowed, and coincidentally, there was a scroll of bamboo slips on the soft couch next to her. She picked it up casually, and there was an ancient talisman drawn on the top.
Jiang Fei examined it carefully, but even she couldn't figure out what the talisman was.
“This is a blood talisman.” Rong Fei’s voice was close to my ear, her breath misty. “This talisman is drawn with your own blood. If you are willing to give it to me, you will consider yourself a slave. As long as the blood talisman is not destroyed, you will be a slave for a day.”
Jiang Fei finally took a proper look at the talisman, then looked up at Rong Fei, chuckled softly, and immediately became playful, pulling his hand over.
Rong Fei indulged her actions.
Jiang Fei used her finger as a knife to cut his palm, smeared it with blood, and conjured a talisman. She then carefully drew a blood talisman on the talisman, stroke by stroke.
Rong Fei looked at her without saying a word.
However, as he drew the final stroke of the blood talisman, he reached out and grasped the back of her hand, then took a silk handkerchief from the side and carefully wiped away the bloodstains from her fingertips: "Blood is dirty, goddesses are fastidious." Jiang Fei did not pull away, letting him wipe her hand clean, only chuckling softly after a long while: "Little fox."
Jiang Fei stayed at the mansion for the time being.
Since Xiuniang is immortal, she must change her residence every few years in the human world to avoid arousing suspicion.
This house is now only recently that Xiuniang has moved in, and the surrounding neighbors are barely acquainted with her.
Now that Jiang Fei has joined the family, some of the villagers are naturally curious.
Jiang Fei paid no attention to those gazes. One night, while sitting on a large tree not far from the mansion, admiring the starry sky, she accidentally fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was already bright daylight, and she heard someone under the tree laughing and asking Rong Fei, "Who is that girl?"
Rong Fei lowered her eyes and smiled faintly: "My wife."
After the man left, Jiang Fei slowly peeked out from between the branches and asked, "Wife?"
Rong Fei raised her eyes and tilted her head innocently: "Does the goddess intend to become that heartless god?"
However, the beauty was so alluring that Jiang Fei had no choice but to deny it again.
At that moment, an extremely rich and alluring fragrance wafted over, followed by a delicate laugh. A woman draped in red gauze moved like a ribbon, quickly wrapping herself around Rong Fei's side: "Young Master Qin, it's been a long time." Her soft voice carried a bold seduction.
Jiang Fei sat lazily on the tree and glanced at the woman.
A little female fox in crimson.
Rong Fei quickly pulled the woman away, glanced at Jiang Fei, and said, "Young lady, please don't be so presumptuous."
“Young Master Qin, when we parted ways with the Fox Demon Clan last time, you said we would meet again if fate allowed, but now…” The woman raised her hand, revealing her fair, slender arm, and then looked up to see Jiang Fei in the tree. She paused for a moment before saying, “Is it because of such lowly mortals?”
Jiang Fei frowned.
"He's all looks and no substance, Young Master Qin..."
Jiang Fei's brow relaxed.
She sealed her divine sense, and those with lower cultivation levels would likely not be able to detect her aura, mistaking her for an ordinary mortal.
However, Rong Fei's expression was rather unpleasant.
Jiang Fei thought it was probably because he also had half human blood.
The pretty girl's words also insulted him.
While she was still thinking, Rong Fei had already reached out and covered the little beauty's mouth. Jiang Fei clearly saw that he had only moved his finger, and the little beauty was frozen stiff and left with a blank look in her eyes.
"He doesn't know how to cherish a beautiful woman." Jiang Fei scoffed.
Rong Fei looked up at her, her smile returning, and said with a wronged expression, "Whether I understand or not, isn't the Goddess the one who knows best?"
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow and asked in return, "'Young Master Qin'?"
Rong Fei's smile froze slightly: "The name I used in the demon realm in the past."
Jiang Fei glanced at him.
Rong Fei raised her hand, making a gesture to catch her: "Jump down?"
Jiang Fei looked at his outstretched hands, raised her eyebrows slightly, and simply flipped over, falling straight into his arms.
Rong Fei held her steadily in his arms.
Jiang Fei rubbed his cheek with the back of her hand: "Who is that little beauty?"
Rong Fei's smile deepened: "Did it get sour?"
Jiang Fei frowned in confusion.
Rong Fei looked at her and said half-jokingly, "I only met her two or three times in the fox demon clan, and I had forgotten who she was. Who would have thought that she would come to bother me?"
Jiang Fei listened thoughtfully to these words: "Are you showing off?"
They'd only met two or three times, yet he started pestering her. And she'd raised this little monk for so many years, and he was still protecting others?
Rong Fei's words sounded like blatant boasting to her.
Rong Fei paused, holding her hand, and asked, "Hmm?"
Jiang Fei, however, was inspired and jumped down from his arms.
Just then, a carriage approached from the front, carrying a handsome young prince from the human realm.
Jiang Fei pointed to the carriage road: "With just one look, I can lure that young prince into my trap."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind lifted the carriage curtain, and the young prince peeked out.
Jiang Fei lowered her eyes slightly, smiled shyly, her eyebrows furrowed, the wind ruffled her black hair, and she was alluring and captivating.
The young prince's eyes widened in shock.
Rong Fei frowned.
Before long, the young master sent a close attendant to Jiang Fei and respectfully said, "Miss, my young master said he would like to invite you to admire the flowers."
Jiang Fei glanced triumphantly at Rong Fei; it was done in just one meeting.
Since she happened to have nothing to do, she nodded in agreement.
"My wife is unwell, I apologize," Rong Fei suddenly spoke up from the side.
Jiang Fei frowned.
Rong Fei, however, took her hand and walked towards the mansion.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow, deliberately raising her voice, and paused in her tracks: "Young master, we are complete strangers. When did I become your wife?"
Rong Fei stopped in her tracks, turned to look at her, and after a long while helplessly brushed a strand of hair that had blown to the corner of her eye behind her ear: "I used two or three of these to attract your attention, while the goddess only used one."
"I have lost."
At this point, his voice lowered, his eyes became somewhat unfocused, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Jiang Fei smiled faintly, and this time she did not refuse again, and went back to her residence.
Throughout the day, Rong Fei appeared absent-minded.
As night fell, Jiang Fei pondered that he had been in the human realm for a long time and was starting to feel a bit tired of it.
At that moment, a very faint sound came from outside the door, and a slight ripple of air flowed, carrying the divine power that Jiang Fei was familiar with.
Jiang Fei looked up. She hadn't expected the little monk's divine power to improve so rapidly. Even with her divine sense closed, he was still able to find her.
Although it took a while.
Jiang Fei glanced at Rong Fei, who was still lost in thought. She slowly got up and walked out.
Lian Jia, dressed in a white robe, stood in the courtyard, surrounded by a blue barrier, looking at her wearily.
Jiang Fei gazed at that pale, weak, and exquisitely beautiful face, then slowly stepped into the barrier, feigning surprise: "Little monk?"
Lian Jia gazed at her intently: "I have passed by this place more than ten times."
"Um?"
“Finally found it.” Lian Jia’s voice was almost a whisper.
Jiang Fei stroked his chin with one hand: "What do you want?"
“People around here say that a family of three lives here,” Lian Jia pursed her lips. “They say you are Rong Fei’s wife.”
Jiang Fei nodded solemnly: "I heard about it today too."
Lian Jia's expression tightened slightly: "You are not his wife!"
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "Oh, right."
Lian Jia murmured, "I explained it to them, but none of them believed me."
"What's the point of explaining?"
"Jiang Fei," Lian Jia murmured her name for a long time before finally saying, "You once said that when my hair grew long..."
He didn't continue speaking, but just stared at her intently.
Jiang Fei was still "puzzled": "Then what?"
Lian Jia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears gradually turned red. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out two words: "...joint cultivation."
Jiang Fei "suddenly realized," but then frowned in distress. "But I also said that if I'm very happy here, I'll let you rekindle your past relationship. Now that I'm here, I can't..."
"I want to marry you!" Lianjia interrupted her hastily.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow.
Lian Jia clenched his fist, then opened his palm after a long while. A broken, clear blue thread of fate, emitting a faint light, floated in his palm. He murmured again, "I want to marry you."
Jiang Fei looked at the thread of fate that she had broken herself.
In the end, she didn't say a word and turned back to her room.
Rong Fei was looking at her, seemingly unaware of Lian Jia's arrival; he simply stared intently at her.
Jiang Fei met his gaze, smiled faintly, and walked up to him. Instead of resting her head on his lap as usual, she asked him the same question as always: "Little fox, with your abilities, why do you stay by my side?"
Rong Fei's eyes flickered, and after a long while, he slowly gave a charming smile: "It is for the goddess's protective divine light."
Jiang Fei pinched his cheek as always: "So sad."
Then he turned and left.
Lian Jia was still outside, but Jiang Fei ignored him, simply making a hand seal and drifting freely on the wind.
From night to day.
Jiang Fei wandered around all day.
After an unknown amount of time, she stopped when she came to a large river.
The wide river, the majestic sunset, and the dim afterglow create a mysterious and ancient scene.
On the riverbank beside the river, a dozen or so dark-skinned boatmen chanted work songs, pulling the ropes, their bodies covered in sweat.
On the river, the fishing nets bound by ropes remained completely still.
Jiang Fei slowly landed and stood on a sand dune, looking at the people.
Not far away, an old shepherd saw her, waved his whip, and called out, "Young lady, are you new to this place?"
Jiang Fei nodded, his gaze returning to the boatmen: "Can they pull it?"
The old man stroked his beard and chuckled twice: "As long as you put all your effort into one direction, you can always pull it up."
Jiang Fei looked into the distance: "They're not very strong."
Seeing this, the old man added, "In the past, we could even deal with immortals, let alone a mere fishing net."
"A deity?" Jiang Fei asked back.
The old man nodded: "Legend has it that there was once a deity named Taixu. He was immortal and possessed great supernatural powers, so much so that even other deities feared him. Later, everyone worked together to lure that deity to a certain place and trapped him. When he came out again, the deity was already old, with snow-white hair and beard, and his divine power nourished the heavens and earth. Not long after, he disappeared."
Jiang Fei listened quietly to this overly simplistic story.
Seeing her earnest expression, the old man laughed: "This is just a story passed down from generation to generation, told to little children for fun."
Jiang Fei smiled and looked at the riverbank again: "What are they pulling?"
“They all have families to support, so naturally this is what they use to make a living.” The old man glanced at the grass grazing nearby, then waved his whip and walked away. “This time, it looks like we can eat for a long time.”
Jiang Fei looked at those thin people.
All living beings suffer.
Heartlessness is also a source of suffering.
After a long while, she chuckled softly and reached out to help those people.
The fishing net was easily pulled up, revealing a fish as big as a boat.
The boatmen shouted joyfully, knelt and bowed to the sky, thanking the Buddha for his divine intervention.
Jiang Fei looked at the big fish.
When she went to Penglai Island, she saw a distressed Kun whale in the sea.
The immortals of the fairy island said that the sinking of the Kun whale into the sea was a blessing, bringing good fortune to all things in the seabed.
One whale falls, and all things come to life.
Jiang Fei returned to the sacred mountain.
Instead of returning to the palace, she went to the cave where she was born.
This is also the place where the old man shielded her from the heavenly tribulation.
Beside the cave, there are the magic seals left by the old man before he ascended to immortality, when he used all his divine power.
Jiang Fei had tried several times but failed to solve it, and when he got tired of it, he just gave up on it.
Today, she loosely joined her index and little fingers together, using the Taixu Finger Seal to open this magic seal.
The old man dedicated his life to upholding justice and bringing blessings to all living beings.
However, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.
He is too powerful, which is precisely what the Six Realms fear most.
Uncontrolled forces remain unknown.
No wonder he said that all beings in the six realms are ignorant.
The old man once said that he was handsome when he was young, but he never said that he was killed overnight by the people of the six realms he had protected.
It's right around that big river.
He slayed the primordial gods and became the ruler of the six realms.
Even in death, the old man was still thinking about the Six Realms.
Within the seal lies the old man's prophecy of the Heavenly Dao.
—A prophecy about her and about the six realms.
"The innate goddess was licentious and immoral, disregarding all living beings and bringing calamity to the people... The Six Realms used the Heavenly Empress Yunyan as the core of the formation to open the God-Slaying Formation, kill the goddess, and bring blessings to all living beings. The Heavenly Emperor Jiahu rescued the Heavenly Empress from the core of the formation, creating a legendary tale. The Dragon Clan, the Fox Clan, and the Phoenix Clan were all recorded in history."
"...Ten thousand years later, with no checks and balances between the six realms, great chaos ensued, war raged across the land, the people suffered, and everything turned to scorched earth."
The old man wanted to change her fate. Therefore, he wanted her to help all living beings and bring blessings to the six realms.
In reality, all beings in the six realms are ultimately ignorant.
Just like when she helped those gods in the past, they looked at her with fear.
She and the old man will eventually walk the same path.
Jiang Fei slowly closed his magic seal, looked at the eternal candlelight in the cave, and slowly lay down on the Xuanbing bed that shimmered with a faint, cold blue light.
She was born here.
Jiang Fei stayed in the cave for half a month.
Two weeks later, she returned to the human world.
More than a decade has passed in the human realm, and Xiu Niang is moving again.
When Jiang Fei arrived at the mansion, it was already deserted.
She did not leave, but slowly walked into the room she usually stayed in, and sure enough, she saw a person wearing a white dress, waiting there with his back to her.
Hearing the voice, Rong Fei turned around, her brows furrowing in surprise before she slowly smiled, her voice a mixture of grievance and complaint as she murmured, "Goddess..."
“As expected, he was waiting,” Jiang Fei sighed softly, walked up to him, and affectionately stroked his cheek: “I have a question for you.”
Rong Fei smiled faintly: "Why should I stay by your side?"
“No.” Jiang Fei shook his head. “You said that Young Master Qin is your alias.”
"Rong Fei, is that your real name?"
Rong Fei was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Fei waited patiently.
After a long while, Rong Fei gently touched her lips: "From now on, don't drink too much."
"Um?"
"Especially the cups handed to me by beautiful women."
Jiang Fei looked at him.
Rong Fei laughed and finally replied, "Really."
"His surname is Rong, and his given name is Fei."
He told her his real name the first time.
Having received the answer, Jiang Fei turned to leave.
Rong Fei watched her retreating figure, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Back to the Holy Mountain?"
Jiang Fei turned around and smiled: "Let's get married."
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