Chapter 72 A Petite Beauty
The old ancestor was determined to die.
A sharp pebble had embedded itself in her foot without her noticing, drawing blood all the way down. She told him not to worry about it.
Ignoring Duan Jiuyou's refusal, Di Jiang squatted down and placed her feet on his knees. She had walked too far, and her feet were covered in blood and grime.
His robe was made of precious material, and the auspicious and longevity patterns outlined in cloud silk were quickly left with dark marks by her footsteps.
"Look how dirty you are."
He complained, but his movements were gentle as he used a damp cloth to wipe away the blood and grime from her.
Duan Jiuyou tilted his head to look at him.
Di Jiang is a man who can be both straightforward and awkward. He can be a jerk most of the time when you're with him, but he can also be incredibly nice when he's nice, and he takes even the smallest injury to heart.
After wiping his feet clean, Di Jiang stood up, picked up Duan Jiuyou, and carried him towards the small couch in the inner hall.
The two were very different in size. Di Jiang had firm muscles and strong, steady arms, which made him appear even stronger and her weaker, bigger and smaller, like a wooden doll.
She relaxed her body and suddenly realized that she was a delicate and petite beauty, and like a crazy person, she showed him her little finger: "I cut it here too."
I don't remember how I got scratched, but it was probably when I was wiping the wolf cub's paws and it resisted that it scratched me.
She's never been this spoiled before; for some reason, she suddenly felt like acting cute today.
Di Jiang looked down at her and smiled deeply: "Then wouldn't you be in excruciating pain?"
When he smiles, it always makes people dizzy, as if he loves and dotes on people so much that he would pluck the stars and the moon from the sky if they asked for it.
Duan Jiuyou was captivated by that smile and said as if possessed, "Does it hurt? I've never experienced it before, but if someone cares, I wouldn't mind feeling the pain."
"So you know I love you?" He placed her on the small couch, sat down at her feet, and raised his long eyelashes slightly. "I thought you were someone who couldn't tell right from wrong and didn't remember the good people did for you."
"Do I look like an idiot?" Duan Jiuyou asked sincerely.
"You're not stupid, just too ruthless." Di Jiang pinched her injured foot, saying in a way that was both serious and joking, "Others are practically offering you their hearts, but you won't even extend a hand. It's like you wouldn't even bother to take it if it were given to you."
"You mean Bai Yanxing?" Duan Jiuyou asked.
“I’m talking about myself.” Di Jiang looked directly into Duan Jiuyou’s eyes.
Hasn't he put enough thought into her? From the Tenth Realm to the Heavenly Realm, from realizing he was attracted to her, to now doing everything in his power to try and win her heart.
He can disregard costs, but he expects a return.
Duan Jiuyou felt guilty under Di Jiang's gaze, so she looked away and grabbed the thin brocade on the small couch. She pretended to be cold and slowly covered herself with the quilt.
The little flowers on the quilt were quite pretty. She stared at them, examining them closely, and then smoothed out any non-existent wrinkles.
Does she really not know what he's thinking?
She had already sensed it from the day he repaired her emotional ties, or even earlier.
However, this relationship cannot go any further with her. She helped him reclaim the Heavenly Realm, and he helped her end her immortal life. He is the one who will personally "send her away." If there were any emotional entanglements before that, neither of them would be happy.
She is someone who is extremely afraid of trouble. If she said she didn't like it, she would feel guilty. If she said she liked it, it was really not worth the price to pay.
She was determined to conquer the Heavenly Realm Imperial Territory; once she became emperor, she would vanish into nothingness.
Would he give up the chance to unify the Heavenly Realm for her?
Even if he could, would the Wilderness Clan be willing? Would the Ascending Dragon Clan just let it go?
Even without these obstacles, would she have given up the chance to become an immortal for him?
He is not immortal and cannot accompany her for eternity. When he dies of old age, she will be left alone in the world. It would be better for her to die sooner rather than to dislike him and have no attachments.
Thinking about it this way, Duan Jiuyou felt that Dijiang was simply destroying her Dao heart!
The two of them are doing fine right now, why do they have to say such disturbing things!
While she was troubled, Di Jiang was relaxed and carefree, a slight smile playing on his lips, his expression leisurely.
"What are you thinking about? You only have so many tricks up your sleeve, and you want to use them on me? Do you think you can handle it all? If you want to live like this in a daze, I'll just go along with it in a daze. I'm not asking you for a title or status. What's with you frowning like that?"
Duan Jiuyou was annoyed by what he said: "I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, but I just don't want to use them on you. Besides, we martial artists can't talk about feelings. Talking about feelings will damage our vitality and be bad for our health."
Duan Jiuyou regretted saying this as soon as he finished speaking. Why bring up feelings of the past? Wasn't he just giving her something to say about him?
As expected, Di Jiang raised an eyebrow, his faint smile turning into a cold one: "You haven't talked enough?"
That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.
She's had twelve immortal partners, and only now does she realize it's bad for her health?
Duan Jiuyou made amends with a serious expression: "It is precisely because we have talked about it too much that we have come to know that love can destroy one's Dao heart, especially for you Dharma cultivators, who are most afraid of having a disordered mind. It can truly break one's heart and make one regret one's past actions."
She spoke with such conviction, as if she were considering his best interests, but Di Jiang shut her down with just one sentence.
"How many former immortal partners can you still remember? Who did you heartbroken for and regret your past actions for? Besides Zhao Fengchen, who else can you recall?"
—Indeed… I can’t remember who it is.
Duan Jiuyou thought irritably that she could hardly remember Zhao Fengchen, but she always had something to ask of him, and he always made things difficult for her, which made her feel a headache whenever she thought of him, so she remembered him.
Duan Jiuyou attributed the matter to his age: "I'm too old, over 70 million years old. It's already good enough that I can eat, sleep, and play by myself. How could I remember those names? If you don't believe me, look at those old turtles in the lotus pond. They're only a little over 10,000 years old, and they don't even recognize their own sons."
Di Jiang grabbed a soft pillow and leaned against the foot of the bed, completely ignoring her nonsense.
However, this answer suited him to his liking. If Duan Jiuyou had actually listed a few former immortal partners who would have broken his heart, then things would have been far from peaceful.
He said to Duan Jiuyou, "If you don't remember, just say you don't remember. Why are you dragging the old turtle in the lotus pond into this? Those who can remember will stay in your heart until they die, and those who can't will forget in the blink of an eye. You can't remember them because they didn't leave a mark on your heart. You are certainly no good, and they are indeed no good either."
"You have a really sharp tongue," Duan Jiuyou exclaimed, speechless. "You insulted a whole group of people with just one sentence, and I'm right in front of you. You're saying I'm a scoundrel?"
Di Jiang didn't take it to heart: "You're not faithful in love. You can't even distinguish between liking and loving someone before you run off to become a celestial couple. What kind of good person are you?"
"Who says you can't tell the difference?" Duan Jiuyou refused to accept the title that wasn't human.
"So, do you like me or love me?" Di Jiang seized the opportunity to ask Duan Jiuyou, leaving her dumbfounded. She really couldn't understand how the topic had ended up back on him.
Is it liking or loving him?
Can't I just not like it or not love it?!
But Duan Jiuyou really didn't have the confidence to say "no," so in his anxiety, he kicked Di Jiang, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"You spend all day asking these strange questions. If you have nothing better to do, why don't you think about how to destroy Tiansheng? The soldiers of the Great Wilderness Clan are all incomplete in terms of their three souls and seven spirits. If a fight really breaks out, they will definitely suffer a great loss!"
He swayed slightly from her kick, but remained seated, his expression somewhat bewildered: "Is it any of your business?"
He has his own plans, and she takes her frustration out on herself because she can't figure out the answer. What kind of logic is that?
But Emperor Jiang did not get angry.
She couldn't say whether she liked or loved him, which shows that her feelings for him were complicated, which is a good thing, unlike people like Zhao Fengchen and Bai Yanxing, who could easily refuse him.
He was satisfied with this complexity and decided to let her go for the time being. He leaned forward and nudged Duan Jiuyou.
"Lie down a bit more, I'm sleepy and want to take a nap."
He has been in this state frequently lately: his primordial spirit is unstable, and his body feels tired. In the blink of an eye, he has transformed into a small wolf cub.
Duan Jiuyou lifted the Imperial Empire up with one hand and examined it closely.
He falls asleep quickly; he closes his eyes as soon as he speaks, and his breathing is even, as if he were asleep.
She sighed inwardly, thinking that this man was only honest when he was weak; whenever he was awake, he would bully her until she was speechless. She lowered her eyebrows, her eyes turning fierce for a moment, wanting to punch him, but seeing how weak he was, she put the thought aside.
What if it gets damaged?
—He holds grudges; if I hurt him, he'll definitely settle the score with me.
—Forget it, let's not go looking for trouble.
As Duan Jiuyou pondered this, she pulled the "little wolf" into her arms and lay down on the small couch, refusing to admit that she felt sorry for him. She closed her eyes and unconsciously stroked the little wolf's soft fur.
The little wolf nuzzled her chin comfortably.
He knew she wouldn't be willing to part with him.
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