Shu Yun tried to persuade him, "Have you ever considered that it might be because you haven't met enough women? Maybe if you knew more people..."
“No.” Jiang Yan interrupted her resolutely.
"I've climbed to my current position. Demons and monsters in the demon realm love to transform into beautiful women, including nine-tailed foxes and painted skins. But I find them boring," Jiang Yan said, revealing his true thoughts. "Everyone praises their beauty, but when I look at their eyes, I always think their eyes don't look like eyes, their mouths don't look like mouths. Their facial features should be like my master's to be considered beautiful."
How was she supposed to respond? After thinking for a moment, she said, "Perhaps you don't like the glamorous type. If you meet more goddesses and immortals from the Nine Heavens, you might find that you don't really like me either. Those goddesses are gentler and more compassionate towards all living beings."
"Does Master think I don't understand love at all?" Jiang Yan pursed his lips, his face expressionless, but his fingertips were already clenched tightly.
Shu Yun didn't answer him, but instead pulled the blanket over her head, trying to cover up her secret, "I'll sleep a little longer."
Jiang Yan stared at the bulging blanket, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart by a dull knife, leaving it a bloody mess.
He offered her his whole heart, yet she still doubted him.
Ultimately, it's because he cares too much, while she happens not to care at all. The contrast and tug-of-war between them is what makes it so torturous.
There are many people in this world who are stuck in the mud, their bones rotten by darkness, and they can't see a ray of light.
Before meeting Shu Yun, he always felt that he would die in a place where the light did not reach, trampled into the ground by later people, covered by weeds, sealed by frost and snow, and no one would know that a person named Jiang Yan had died there.
But he managed to reach out to her for help, and light moved from her, washing away the darkness that clung to him like a maggot.
She is unique.
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Feng Ziyi spent more than half a year recuperating in the Nine Heavens before the aftereffects of the Soul Search were finally cured.
As soon as he recovered from his illness, Feng Ziyi was eager to rush to the Demon Realm's main city to settle accounts with that masked man. However, he did not overestimate his abilities and thought that he could fight his way in and out of the Demon Realm on his own. He planned to take Shu Yun with him.
To his surprise, when he rushed to Penglai in a huff, Zi'e told him that Shu Yun was still in the Demon Realm looking for Jiang Yan.
Without Shu Yun's support, Si Ming and Bei Xing Su were busy all day long. Not only would his father not support him, but he might even beat him up if he heard about it. Feng Ziyi, who was originally arrogant and ready to take revenge, suddenly deflated like a balloon.
"Why hasn't she given up yet?"
Fengzi translated it as listless.
Zi'e shook her head. She hadn't expected the High God to go to such lengths for a mortal. Perhaps it wasn't just a feeling of indebtedness, as the High God had said.
The gods are always casual about human relationships. A mortal who is taken in by the gods must have done something to please them, which is why the gods take him seriously.
"Forget it, we can't interfere in the affairs of the gods," Zi'e glared at Feng Ziyi with exasperation. "And you, you're a god, yet you were so easily kidnapped without making a sound so we could find out."
Speaking of this, Feng Ziyi was a little embarrassed, "Those demonic cultivators appeared too suddenly, and this is Penglai territory, I thought they were your friends, who knew they would attack me the next second."
This kid is so carefree because he's been protected too well by the gods.
Back then, all the spirits and monsters of Penglai followed Shu Yun to fight everywhere, never admitting defeat. How come Feng Ziyi, who always followed behind them, didn't learn any of the fighting style of Penglai?
"You've learned your lesson. I don't know what the demon realm is up to, so you should be more careful and not act like a fool."
Zi'e stood with her hands on her hips, lecturing Feng Ziyi. Though her words were simple, she was actually more worried about the Demon Realm's restless and unstable nature. If a war were to break out between the two realms sooner or later, Feng Ziyi, as a person from the Ninth Heaven, would inevitably have to face the war.
Swords and blades have no eyes, and killing techniques fly everywhere. When people are blinded by rage, they don't care who you are. Everyone is covered in armor anyway, and they won't let any enemy go.
Many years ago, a great war broke out between immortals and demons, causing turmoil in the three realms, strange phenomena in the heavens and earth, rivers of blood, and many ancient gods perished at that time.
Despite the long period of peace, the grudges between the immortals and demons remain, though the Jade Emperor has strictly controlled them, keeping the conflict at a level of mere "friction."
Hopefully, it won't come to the point where we need Feng Ziyi, this spoiled brat, to step in.
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