“Go that way, that’s the pear grove. All things in Penglai have spirits, and the pear blossoms are in full bloom,” Zi’e led him out and pointed in a direction. “Go see for yourself. I still have to wait for the High God to return in the hall.”
This person seems to really love pear blossoms. I heard that his residence in the Ninth Heaven is the Broken Pear Palace, which has white pear blossoms that never fade. When he arrives in Penglai, he also wants to visit the pear grove in Penglai.
She watched the white-robed figure disappear, and suddenly remembered that the pear orchard originally did not exist in Penglai. It was because the god was curious about these small, white flowers after reading a story in the mortal world when he was a child that the lady collected many seeds from the mortal world to cultivate and plant this pear orchard.
Judging by her age, before the Goddess returned from her tribulation, she often stayed in that snow-white pear blossom forest. She hadn't seen the Goddess go there for a long time. Did she not like that kind of flower?
Pei Ju could see the pure white expanse from a distance; the glistening snow-white hue covered the branches, like tiny specks of white jade, and a delicate, sweet fragrance filled the air.
The white brocade, without pattern, is fragrant and radiant; jade trees and precious flowers piled high like snow. All that meets the eye is an endless expanse of white, stretching as far as the eye can see.
He finally understood what the pear blossom forest, described by Shu Yun in the mortal realm as snow-white and moon-like, exuding a noble and pure aura and boundless beauty, truly meant.
How could his Shattered Pear Palace compare to such a view?
He walked slowly under the pear tree, the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms filling his sleeves. He couldn't quite describe his feelings. He gradually drew closer to her world, and gradually realized that he was closest to her during those days in the mortal realm.
A dull, persistent pain came from my chest, neither intense nor sudden, but like a continuous drizzle, slowly seeping into my clothes, and a chill gradually seeped in.
Pei Ju was somewhat lost in thought. Hadn't the aftereffects of having his heart ripped out last time he recovered yet...?
Xuan Mu brought Jiang Yan to the Demon Realm, and what Jiang Yan saw and heard along the way gave him a more direct understanding of demons.
In the mortal realm, Confucianism and other schools of thought are prevalent, regulating people's words, actions, and etiquette. Even the immortals of the Nine Heavens are said to have clear class distinctions and layers of rules. In the demon realm, the buying and selling of slaves is rampant, and communication between demons on the roadside is simple and brutal. They fight at the slightest disagreement, regardless of life or death.
Xuan Mu had already told Jiang Yan about the cultivation methods of demonic cultivators. The master leads you through the door, but cultivation depends on yourself. This proved to be true. The cultivation tips that Xuan Mu spent a lot of time to understand, Jiang Yan only needed to hear once to understand them, and his cultivation speed was advancing by leaps and bounds.
Jiang Yan was too intelligent. Xuan Mu should have breathed a sigh of relief, since he was not a suitable guide for cultivation and Jiang Yan had to rely on himself. However, he discovered that Jiang Yan seemed to have an enormous desire in his heart, so great that it was almost obsessive.
That's not good. Demonic cultivators are different from immortals who absorb spiritual energy. They use evil energy, which allows them to progress quickly, but it becomes increasingly difficult to break through in the later stages. They are not like the immortals of the Nine Heavens who are the type to accumulate strength and then unleash it.
However, demonic cultivators and those immortals of the Nine Heavens also have similarities. For example, neither of them wants to give birth to inner demons, which are things that erode people's will and make them lose their consciousness and reason, turning them into monsters driven by desires.
Although Jiang Yan appeared indifferent and cold, Xuan Mu could clearly sense that he seemed to be suppressing something deep inside, something he didn't want others to discover.
Xuan Mu guessed it was related to the person he was looking for, but that person was an immortal. Not to mention the awkward relationship between immortals and demons, even if he found the person, how would they get along? Furthermore, no matter how high Jiang Yan's talent was, he was still thousands of years away from the status of an immortal.
It's hard to say whether that person will even remember him by then.
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