The immortal Shu Yun of Penglai was protecting a mortal whose body had been taken over by a demon god. This story spread among the immortals, and everyone was secretly inquiring about the mortal's identity. Many people were planning to risk offending the immortal Shu Yun and quietly eliminate the mortal.
As the situation escalated, some even spread rumors that Penglai Shuyun was colluding with the Demon Realm and might have lost his neutrality due to his relationship with that mortal, turning his side to the Demon Realm instead.
The people of Penglai were furious when they heard the rumors. They wished they could rush out of Penglai and storm up to the Ninth Heaven to drag out those gossipy people and beat them up.
The little white ginseng is now just a hundred years old. It has transformed into a spirit, able to speak and move its body using its ginseng whiskers.
Little White Ginseng loves to stay under the cherry blossom tree outside the residence of the God of Shuyun every day, burying its ginseng roots in the spiritual soil and taking a nap against the cherry blossom tree.
Yesterday, it secretly slipped out of Penglai with Sister Lotus and the others, found a few people who spoke rudely to the gods, and attacked them without saying a word.
Lotus Fairy and the others are all high-level immortals with powerful immortal energy. They will fight until their opponents submit.
It was a little spirit that had just learned to speak, and it was being held and hidden behind Grandpa Barnacle. It was no good at fighting, but its ginseng whiskers had the effect of restoring spiritual power.
While the little white ginseng cheered on its sisters from its withered barnacle body, it tugged at its own tendrils, occasionally plucking off some and tossing them to the sisters to restore their spiritual power.
Snow Lotus tossed her snow-white hair and stomped on the stomach of that celestial being from the Ninth Heaven. "Do you submit?"
The immortal from the Ninth Heaven had a contorted face, and his eyes were blazing with fury.
"Is this how Penglai behaves? The Shangshu family is nothing special!"
Fengxian rolled up her sleeves, took a deep breath at her fist, and threw several punches at the person who was being trampled on the ground by Xuelian. "I've been wanting to get rid of you immortals of the Ninth Heaven for a long time. You're all pretentious and hypocritical. If I don't beat you so badly that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you, I'm not worthy of being called the Flower of Penglai."
The immortal who was spreading rumors about Shu Yun watched as Feng Xian's punch, imbued with spiritual power, came crashing down. His expression changed several times; the other party was serious.
A wise man knows when to yield; he shouted, "I know I was wrong!"
Fengxian's fist stopped a centimeter away from his nose. He looked at the sinister smiles on Fengxian and Xuelian's faces and knew something was wrong. The next second, a sharp pain shot through his face.
"Ah! Be gentle!"
"Help!"
"I'm going to tell the Jade Emperor... Please, my two kind sisters, spare me!"
The little white ginseng jumped around on Grandpa Barnacle, waving its ginseng whiskers, "Go, Sister Phoenix Fairy, Sister Snow Lotus!"
Old Man Barnacle tugged at his beard with trembling hands, his heart filled with worry. He had beaten someone up like this; it wouldn't be easy to explain to the Jade Emperor, after all, he was a high-ranking immortal in the Nine Heavens.
With his aging and failing mind, Fujitsubo slowly calculated how many Nine Heavens deities he had defeated this month. As he counted, he would forget where he was and start over. He still hadn't figured it out by the time Snow Lotus threw that pig-headed Nine Heavens deity into the sea.
Xue Lian waved her hand magnanimously, "Let's go, next one."
Little White Ginseng jumped onto the giant barnacle's shoulder, put its "hands" on its hips, and said, "Let's go! These immortals from the Ninth Heaven are really weak. They're all running away in terror, completely defeated and terrified. Let's see if they still dare to spread rumors about the gods!"
Fengxian tugged at its white ginseng whiskers, "You use all sorts of words randomly, you probably learned it from the stories of the High God."
Speaking of the God's storybooks, Little White Ginseng felt a little guilty. It had secretly taken a few of the storybooks that the God had brought back from the mortal world. At first, it couldn't understand them, but the more it read, the more interesting they became.
The tragic love story of a scholar and a fox spirit spanning ten lifetimes, and the love-hate relationship between a demon king and a fairy flower, are simply unheard of and incredibly interesting.
Fujitsubo couldn't figure it out, and blinked her cloudy eyes. "We've beaten too many people. Let's go back first."
Fengxian's eyes widened. "How can that be? If I hadn't gone out by chance last time, I don't know what people in all the world would be saying about our High God. We must let them know the price of talking nonsense."
"Exactly!" Little White Ginseng loved watching the drama unfold.
Xue Lian nodded, her expression not very good. "The goddess has been in a bad mood since she returned from the mortal realm. She usually stays in the palace and sleeps. When she wakes up occasionally, she doesn't say much. She just lies under the cherry blossom tree and stares blankly. She doesn't even read storybooks anymore."
The usually boisterous little white ginseng also became listless, its waving tendrils drooping limply. "The High God used to love holding me the most, but now he doesn't pay much attention to me anymore. It's all these people's fault."
Barnacle plucked out a beard hair, and his muddled mind suddenly cleared. "No, no, no, the High God wouldn't be bothered by these clowns. It's probably related to that demon god."
"The Demon God?" Fengxian asked, puzzled. "Didn't Zi'e send word that the Demon God's last wisp of soul had dissipated?"
Grandpa Fujitsubo suddenly became shrewd, no longer confused as before, "This demon god is not that demon god, I am talking about that mortal named Jiang Yan."
Yu Lian recalled that when Nanpu, that big mouth, came to Penglai to deliver the news to them, he had a gossipy look on his face and told them with a sly look that the Goddess's Red Phoenix Star had moved.
She and Fengxian exchanged a glance, somewhat incredulous. "Really?"
A mortal has nothing, so what makes him worthy of the favor of a god? Nanpu's big mouth is the least credible thing.
Fujitsubo chuckled, "Given your understanding of the High Goddess, would she care about what others think? Especially those hypocrites in the Nine Heavens."
The Supreme God had indeed always disapproved of the way things were done in the Nine Heavens, and his relationship with the Nine Heavens was not very close; he only had a handful of gods visiting him.
Since the High God wasn't bothered by these rumors, and Feng Ziyi had successfully transcended his tribulation and returned to the Nine Heavens, then he could only be worried about that mortal.
Little White Ginseng sat down cross-legged with an air of importance, her voice muffled, "I don't want that mortal to enter our Penglai sect. He has no cultivation, no status, how will he protect the gods in the future?"
Barnacle tapped its round head. "What nonsense are you talking about? As long as the God is happy, what's wrong with it? As for the rest, forget about it. How heartbroken would the God be if even we didn't support him..."
"Well..." Thinking about it that way, it does seem right. Little White Ginseng held its head in its hands. "Then I'll reluctantly accept that mortal. By the way, what's his name?"
Yu Lian and Feng Xian were amused by its adorable appearance. "Who cares about the support of a little radish like you?"
Grandpa Fujitsubo chuckled, his shrewd gaze slowly fading as his mind became muddled again. "I vaguely remember his name... what was it again?"
Yu Lian and the others were used to it and replied, "His name is Jiang Yan, Jiang as in river water, and Yan as in speech."
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