Chapter 6 I Don't Argue with Fools
The old ancestor was determined to die.
The bathroom was filled with steam, as if an overturned furnace had created a misty, swirling scene.
Duan Jiuyou squinted as he walked deeper into the bathhouse. The bathhouse was simply built. After passing a landscape screen, there was a jade bath. Di Jiang was sitting in the bath, his body had obviously warmed up. His arms were naturally resting on the edge of the bath, and he was taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Not wanting to disturb him, Duan Jiuyou tiptoed closer, slowly pouring water into the pool. The water level around Di Jiang's waist rose slightly, and Duan Jiuyou's gaze followed, unable to suppress a look of surprise.
She had always thought that Di Jiang's slender, bony physique was that of a boy who had not yet fully grown up. She never expected that his body beneath the loose robes would be so strong and muscular. It was a physique honed by years of combat. Compared to those who were too bulky and rough, he appeared thin, but every muscle was perfectly proportioned, as if it contained endless power.
So this child has grown up quite a bit.
Duan Jiuyou forgot about the medicine in his hand while looking at it. The soup was boiled to a very high temperature, and the temperature increased after it was poured in.
Di Jiang stirred slightly, his brow furrowing as he said, "It's hot."
This means that there's no need to add anything more.
Duan Jiuyou remained silent and poured out the medicinal soup in the bucket as usual. The old spiritual doctor of the Wilderness Clan said that this medicine must be soaked thoroughly to be effective, and she had to hope that he would be healthy and live a long life so that he could help her end her endless divine life.
Even without opening his eyes, Di Jiang could guess that it was "Xiao Cui" who poured the soup. There were a few dim-witted people in the abandoned house, but only "Xiao Cui" was bold enough to "swallow the sky".
She always liked to do the opposite of what he asked, sometimes quite to his liking. For example, if he said he wasn't cold, she would cling to him and add clothes for him. Or, regarding the food, if he ate a few extra bites, there would definitely be similar dishes on the table the next day. He couldn't say he disliked her, nor did he like her. The reason he had stayed until now was to see what she was up to.
The Heavenly Realm is now ruled by the Dragon Clan. As a Heavenly Realm official, she naturally has to help Bai Yanxing get rid of this major threat.
But if the goal is to eliminate trouble, wouldn't it be more straightforward to just fight? Instead, she's just wasting her time with him, wearing that ugly mask. Even the Emperor Jiang couldn't be bothered to mention her lowly magic. As a high-ranking official of nine dynasties, the Supreme Heavenly Emperor, she uses a method of changing faces with paper. What deity changes their appearance using 'painted skin'? Even a minor demon who has cultivated for a thousand years doesn't use that method anymore.
Moreover, this method was extremely ineffective. Two days ago, there was a heavy rain in the Ten Realms. She came to pick him up in the rain, and her face was covered in paint as if it had been melted down. Even the painted faces on the stage were not as colorful as hers, and she looked completely unrecognizable.
Di Jiang looked down on "Xiao Cui," but was very curious about what "Xiao Cui" was up to. At this moment, "Xiao Cui" didn't have so many ulterior motives. She was focused on crawling by the pool, staring at his chest and secretly marveling.
Di Jiang had a three-foot-long sword wound on his chest, inflicted by the sharp edge of Zhanlu. During the battle for the heavens, both of them were in their Dharma forms. Duan Jiuyou's magic power was no match for Di Jiang's, so he could only kill him by using his own body as a sword and borrowing the power of the divine craftsmanship to pierce his heart.
There was only one chance, and Duan Jiuyou seized it, striking with great accuracy.
How can it be so accurate?
She gazed at the mark she had left with admiration, almost mesmerized.
As Di Jiang pondered, he noticed a restless hand. At first, the hand merely touched his skin, but then traced a line towards his heart with its fingers. "Xiao Cui's" hand was chubby, but now it appeared slender.
The "painted skin" technique has a very short lifespan, especially in environments with excessively high temperatures or heavy rainfall, where it is very easy for the disguise to be revealed.
Duan Jiuyou didn't notice that his body shape had changed, and Xiao Cui's facial features were also showing signs of "melting into soup" due to the intense steam.
Her fingers were delicate and soft, the kind of tender things that had been pampered for years. Her fingertips were smooth and soft, like a snake, drawing ripples on his hard skin.
With his eyes closed, Di Jiang's senses were amplified uncontrollably. At first, he tried to let it be, but then he found that the man was becoming increasingly audacious, almost sliding down to the waistline, with his five fingers touching the skin one by one as they slid down...
Di Jiang stiffened, unable to bear it any longer, and grabbed her hand, his indifferent eyes showing anger for the first time.
"Duan Jiuyou, are you looking for death?"
Duan Jiuyou turned his head to look at him, his face showing three parts surprise, four parts smile, and a touch of deliberate cunning.
She said, "Why is it called Duan Jiuyou?"
Weren't we always treating her like Xiao Cui?
Once this window paper is lifted, the two will have to meet in their true colors, which is not quite in line with her plan. Her disciples said that it takes at most three to five years to build a good relationship with someone, and at least ten days or half a month. Duan Jiuyou calculated that his feud with Dijiang would take at least four or five months.
Let's just say it now—
She hesitated for a moment and said, "You don't hate me anymore?"
Di Jiang narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "Is this something a person with a brain could ask?"
She killed him, and more than twenty days later, she reappeared, served him food for a few days, and dressed him in clothes for a few days before daring to ask if he still hated her.
But you must say you hate.
In Di Jiang's eyes, Duan Jiuyou had always been rather dim-witted. If you looked at him from another angle, all that brute strength and immortality made him seem like nothing more than a rock. A rock trying to get by in a crowd, with a stubborn and inflexible way of thinking. Faced with someone like Duan Jiuyou, the Lord of the Great Wilderness had only three words in his mind: Not worth it.
He had no interest in beating around the bush and stated his true thoughts directly.
I don't argue with fools.
The "fool" was quite amused after hearing this. He took the handkerchief that was supposed to be used to wipe his face, wet it in the medicine, and wiped his own face with it.
She revealed her true colors; her eyes, like crescent moons, curved as she smiled at him, seemingly carefree.
Duan Jiuyou said, "I knew you weren't the kind of person to hold grudges. Throughout history, those who have achieved great things have all been magnanimous, broad-minded, and have a generous spirit. Look at your physique, so strong and upright. If you hadn't been killed once, you would definitely be in even better shape now. Actually, you're not bad now either. And look at your waist and abdomen..."
Di Jiang brushed aside Duan Jiuyou's outstretched hand, his eyes filled with doubt. He wondered what kind of person this was. She looked like a person, but was incredibly old. In terms of appearance, the two were almost the same age. But look at the way she was "taking advantage" in her eyes. There was absolutely no improper thought between a man and a woman. It was as if she admired him as someone's child from a different generation. Although there was admiration, it was in the form of an elder's approval.
--elder.
Di Jiang snorted coldly, "Her brain isn't even the size of a quail egg. Who does she think she can be an elder to?"
Duan Jiuyou was unaware that Di Jiang was criticizing him in his heart. After wiping the "paint" off his own face, he was about to wipe Di Jiang's sweat.
Emperor Jiang turned his head to the side, his face full of disdain, his tone as cold as ever.
"What exactly are you doing down here?"
He's actually quite patient now to listen to this straightforward person's plans.
Duan Jiuyou thought for a moment and decided to try to persuade him from his perspective, putting himself in his shoes: "I'm here to help you. Don't you want the Heavenly Realm Kingdom? I'll take it back and give it to you."
Duan Jiuyou had said the same thing to Di Jiang when he first arrived in the Ten Realms, and he was still saying it now. Di Jiang remained calm and did not judge whether it was true or false for the time being.
"What are the conditions?" he asked Duan Jiuyou.
"The condition is that no single clan can dominate; they must share control of the Heavenly Realm with the Ascending Dragon Clan."
She knew he would definitely not agree, and quickly added, "The Heavenly Realm is so vast. Besides the thirty-six divine mountains, there are seven hundred and sixty-eight immortal mountains. Can you manage them all by yourself? Won't you get tired? Our health isn't very good to begin with. If we overwork ourselves and get sick from overwork, wouldn't that be a loss?"
She always liked to emphasize that he was unwell. What was wrong with him? He was born with this sickly face, and apart from being sensitive to cold, he had hardly changed.
Duan Jiuyou's expression suggested he was reluctant to speak.
"I heard you never wake anyone at night, actually, these things..."
Di Jiang raised a long eyelash and said, "If you want to try, I don't mind teaching you a lesson."
Di Jiang's face was simply too handsome. Although his expression was cold, it possessed a captivating charm that burned deep into the heart. This "charm" had nothing to do with deep affection, or even with being moved or liking someone. It was simply because it was unpredictable and uncontrollable, to the point that even knowing it was "poison," people still flocked to it.
—At such a young age, he already has the heartless, fickle, and wolfish look of a wolf cub. What will he be like when he grows up!
Duan Jiuyou blushed and scolded him sternly, "Why do you say such things! You have no respect for elders!"
She wanted to "play old," but he was unwilling to "call himself young."
Di Jiang said nonchalantly, "Now tell me your purpose, why are you helping me?"
This question stumped Duan Jiuyou again. He thought to himself that talking to smart people has its pros and cons. The advantage is that they can quickly understand whatever you say, but the disadvantage is that they are already there waiting for you to say what you don't.
Di Jiang guessed that this "little devil" was using his brain. His eyes were wide open, and he was unconsciously picking at his left fingernail, looking quite lost in thought, like a child planning how to squeeze money out of an adult to buy candy.
"I don't want to live anymore."
Duan Jiuyou thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to deceive this person. Frowning, she recounted the Emperor Zonghuang's ten imperial opportunities and what Little Master Huang had told her about how to guide the imperial territory back to the right path.
She spoke very sincerely, and judging from her expression, it didn't seem like she was lying.
"...So tell me, do I absolutely have to put you on the throne?" Duan Jiuyou's mouth was dry from talking.
Di Jiang put on a robe and stood up. Duan Jiuyou was taken aback and quickly turned her back. The two were of very different ages. Although she regarded him as a junior, she had no reason to expose him naked.
"You're being a bit too casual," Duan Jiuyou complained.
"We are both gods, and when our physical forms meet, neither of us is wearing clothes. We're fighting naked."
Di Jiang didn't wear the long robe for long; after a few steps, the robe fell to the ground, and he went to wash his body in another pool of clear water.
What does it mean to fight naked?
Duan Jiuyou turned halfway to the side and heard the sound of water on the other side, so he could only turn his gaze to the ground.
"We have hair!"
“I have it, but you don’t.”
Di Jiang spoke in a light and casual tone, as if he were teasing her.
"I have a unicorn!"
"You call that thing clothes?"
"At least it wasn't like you said, naked, right? If that's the case, then Bai Yanxing wasn't wearing anything either."
Di Jiang thought for a moment about the three people's transformed forms and said to Duan Jiuyou, "You're the fattest."
"That's because I don't love fighting like you guys! I'm always eating and sleeping in the Earthly Rest Mountain, of course I'll gain weight! I'm not fat."
Duan Jiuyou turned around angrily, just in time to meet Di Jiang, who was coming out dressed. The water trails on the ground seemed to evaporate on flat ground, and the moisture on his body quickly dried as his body warmed up.
"What are the conditions?"
In the center of the bath room was a small couch, where Di Jiang lay back against a soft pillow, looking relaxed and languid. Dressed in a long robe, he had returned to a thin and sickly state.
"What conditions?" Duan Jiuyou was so enraged by Di Jiang that he didn't react for a moment.
Di Jiang helped her recall: "Guide me back to the right path, rebuild my primordial spirit, and restore my divine power. What do I need to do? Or rather, what do you want me to do?"
"Accumulate virtue."
When this was mentioned, Duan Jiuyou quickly calmed down, put his hands together, and walked to Di Jiang's side like a little novice monk. He said with utmost seriousness, "Do not kill indiscriminately, do not involve the innocent, do not bully the weak, reflect on yourself with the righteous way, and do ten thousand good deeds, and you will be able to restore your divine power."
Di Jiang said, "Get out."
—If there are ten thousand good things to do, why not advise him to go to the temple and ring the bell?
Duan Jiuyou was reluctant to "get lost," and she opened her mouth, clearly still trying to persuade him. Unfortunately, Di Jiang didn't give her the chance. With a gentle lift of his fingers on his knee, Duan Jiuyou flew uncontrollably out the door.
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