Chapter 31 I have plenty, you keep them.
The old ancestor was determined to die.
But this seemingly heartless person still came after all.
Duan Jiuyou picked up a small soup bowl with both hands and took a sip of the herbal tea her disciple had brewed for her.
The fox fur coat was too thick, making it feel like being in the sweltering summer heat. They lit a fire in the small, dilapidated house, but she couldn't stand it. She had to sit outside and drink a cold cup to cool down her internal organs.
Her disciple advised her to take off the fox fur coat, but she refused, determined to lure the Emperor Jiang over by "kidnapping" the coat.
This is also a strange thing.
Successive emperors valued her immortality as a member of the Divine Turtle Clan and always regarded her as an important minister. Even if her unconventional behavior displeased the emperors, they would try their best to tolerate it. The emperor only indulged her when he was cold. I can only recall that he did it once, when his old illness flared up in Zhao Zhao City and he hugged the bedding and wanted to squeeze in with her to sleep.
His only concern regarding the Ao Clan was that if Duan Jiuyou were to get into trouble while he was by his side, the subsequent conflicts between him and the Ao Clan would be very troublesome to handle.
He never seemed to want anything from her, even though she controlled an undead clan. As long as she didn't block his path during the second attempt to seize the heavens, the Ao Clan was just a race unrelated to him.
This was the first time in all of Duan's life that he felt unwanted. Even when he was helped to do more good deeds, he didn't receive any special treatment.
During this time, she was puzzled about what she could offer Di Jiang. After all, this man could turn on her in an instant, and without something valuable in hand, she really couldn't stay by his side.
However, things are different now. She has a fox fur cloak and 40% of her spiritual power that can repair his primordial spirit.
Duan Jiuyou is not a magic cultivator, so spiritual power cannot be converted into her. She plans to give all the harvest to Di Jiang to let him know her selflessness and fearlessness towards him, and also to make him reflect on his mistake of not trusting her last time.
Di Jiang came to see the "Waiting-for-Husband Rock".
Unexpectedly, this person was completely different from what he had imagined. She looked very arrogant, her cheeks puffed out when she drank tea, she swallowed slowly and deliberately, and even left him with a slightly disdainful look.
This person sat very high today, choosing the largest rock on Wind-Loving Ridge. Unfortunately, she was small and thin; no matter how big the rock was, she still had to look up at her while sitting on it.
The night wind blew up the hem of her scarlet skirt, which was very large and swayed in the night like a blooming, soul-summoning flower. Her upper body remained motionless, completely covered by her fox fur coat, with only the hem of her skirt and her long hair flying wildly.
"So you knew you had to come?"
She held the small soup bowl, blew on a mouthful of tea that wasn't even steaming, and arrogantly withdrew her gaze from him, which had been fixed on him for a long time.
This situation is not quite what Di Jiang had imagined.
He paused for a moment, then raised an arm, gesturing for her to sit aside.
There aren't many decent rocks on Shifeng Ridge, except for the one under her buttocks, which is relatively smooth.
The two sat side by side, Di Jiang folded his umbrella to his side and brushed the snow off his clothes.
"You can't even afford a chair?"
He had never been to the mountain where she lived, so he didn't know if she lived like this in heaven. In any case, as far as he could see, this person lived a very rough life, and her food, clothing and daily necessities were quite simple.
Duan Jiuyou felt that he was looking down on him, so he changed his sitting posture and retorted, "I have never been as picky as you. I can use a stone as a chair and a steamed bun as a meal. But I am occasionally very particular. For example, if I see a beautiful and exquisite goddess wearing a light and flowing dress and carrying a refined and elegant folding fan, I will also learn their posture and demeanor to change my life a little."
This kind of life is bound to be short-lived; it will soon revert to its original state.
Di Jiang silently replied, glancing at Duan Jiuyou. He thought to himself that this person was not the type to hold back. She seemed to still be angry with him, but when he spoke to her, they still went back and forth.
Such a person is born enthusiastic and dislikes beating around the bush. The reason why Emperor Jiang kept her by his side was because of her straightforward and unpretentious nature.
Celestial deities who have lived to a certain age tend to be aloof. Their experience and the passage of time become a divine aura around them. The deeper this aura accumulates, the more arrogant and conceited they become, as if the world can no longer hold them back and they must throw their heads to the top of their heads to show their nobility.
Duan Jiuyou was different from them; she was very down-to-earth, like a wild turtle running rampant across the mountains. She didn't have a clear sense of hierarchy, and dared to act willfully and recklessly as long as she was happy.
She is a clear and straightforward painting. Some people find her real, while most people dislike her for not following the rules of nature. But regardless of whether she is liked or disliked, she has lived like this for many, many years.
Dynasties change, mountains and seas shift, but Duan Jiuyou still wears the most genuine emotions and the simplest heart on his face.
"It's been quite cold these past few days."
She wanted him to notice her cloak, so she deliberately pulled the hood up over her head, and fox fur circled her face, highlighting her fair complexion.
Duan Jiuyou has delicate skin. No matter how old he is, his skin always looks like that of a young girl. His face is slightly chubby, making people want to pinch or poke it.
Di Jiang recalled a saying in the "Comprehensive History": the Ao clan did not live long, but rather grew slowly. While others aged one year in a year, they aged one year in thousands or tens of thousands of years.
This is of course referring to physical changes, but it doesn't seem out of place to describe Duan Jiuyou's mental state either.
Di Jiang looked at it for a while, then looked away and asked, "Aren't you hot?"
"It's hot." Duan Jiuyou took a big gulp of cold tea, his clear black and white eyes darting around as he said, "It's cold, and you don't have a fox fur coat to keep you warm. I know you came for this cloak, but look—"
She loosened the collar of her cloak and lifted it up so he could see the dense stitches inside.
“I sewed it onto my clothes. If you want to take it, you’ll have to take me back with you. I’m easy to coax. You don’t need to go through a lot of trouble. Just say, ‘I was wrong last time. Come back with me.’”
This was Duan Jiuyou's initial goal, but later, remembering that she still had 40% of her spiritual power, she became arrogant. She planned to use diplomacy first, then force. If Di Jiang agreed to this compromise, she would consider it as him yielding to her, and upon returning, she would transfer 40% of her spiritual power to him as encouragement and praise.
If he didn't take this opportunity, she would reveal before he left that she possessed forty percent of her spiritual power. At that point, she would be even more arrogant, making him regret not having appeased her earlier. He would then have to hear at least ten compliments, twenty praises, thirty flattery, and forty fawning remarks! She would even have to find fault and criticize, reluctantly...
Duan Jiuyou nodded to himself, believing that "victory is certain in this battle."
As a result, Di Jiang said, "You keep it and wear it; I have plenty of these."
"What?"
Duan Jiuyou looked astonished and tilted his head to look at Di Jiang's face.
"Are you mistaken? This is the satin silver fox fur cloak, not an ordinary cape. You didn't come here for it today?"
Di Jiang glanced at him, thinking to himself: Is this fox fur enough to warrant me personally going up the mountain?
Duan Jiuyou realized that when it came to arrogance, he was indeed no match for Di Jiang. He seemed to be born looking down on people, his gaze slightly downwards, regarding all things in the world as ants, to be killed, to be treated lightly, or to be ignored. The key was that no matter how high his posture was, you felt that he was just born with this domineering aura.
Duan Jiuyou felt that he hadn't given birth well.
She was too delicate-looking, and apart from her fiery temper, she had no air of being difficult or demanding.
"Take another look," Duan Jiuyou persisted.
"No need to look," Di Jiang said.
He wasn't mistaken; to be precise, there was absolutely no need to remember.
After his cold symptoms were treated with medicinal baths, his condition would enter a stable period. During this time, everything went smoothly except for the meals, which were not as well-arranged as when Jiuyou was in the abandoned house.
The cloak in Duan Jiuyou's hand was made of the same fox fur. He had at least thirty or forty of them. When he ran out of one, he opened his treasure pouch, rummaged through it, and threw one out.
This bag was given to him by his mother. It was originally meant to be used as a blanket or a chair cushion when he went out to war. He was used to hanging this bag on his waist. On the day he fell from the Ten Realms, this bag naturally came down with him.
"Why do you have so many Xianshan fox fur coats?" Duan Jiuyou still didn't understand.
“My mother is the Palace Master of Xianyun Palace. The Xianshan clan was wiped out by her.”
Duan Jiuyou knew this story, but he never expected that the Palace Master of Xianyun Palace was actually the old Queen of the Great Wilderness Clan.
Confused, she asked, "Isn't Xianyun Palace a prestigious sect of the immortals and a major faction of the gods?"
"What do you mean?" Di Jiang glanced at her sideways. The major sects of the Divine Race cannot form marriage alliances with the Desolate Race? What are the Desolate Race in her eyes? Demons and heretics or ancient ghosts from the abyss?
Duan Jiuyou received a glare, knowing the question was unpleasant, and cleared his throat, saying, "What I mean is—your mother, after wiping out an entire clan, didn't bury them, but instead made them all into clothes? That's quite something. Why didn't you wear them when you were at Four Seasons Ridge?"
"You didn't pack any for me, what am I supposed to wear?" Di Jiang replied matter-of-factly, as if these things were her responsibility to pack for him.
“I had no idea you had so many fox fur coats, how could I possibly carry them for you?” Duan Jiuyou reiterated, “I’m not a maid in your abandoned manor, you can’t treat me like a maid for everything.”
She spoke with great seriousness, but Di Jiang's expression was inscrutable. He hooked his long finger and played with a cloak tie at her collar, saying, "I have never slept with a maid."
No maid dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
Duan Jiuyou's heart skipped a beat at his words: "You can't talk like that."
She corrected him.
She knew perfectly well that the two of them were completely innocent and had not engaged in any impure behavior, but if others heard this, it would be hard to believe.
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