"Sister Mu Ge is too modest. Since ancient times, goddesses have been known for their holy beauty and divine grace. Among us, only Sister Mu Ge's appearance is worthy of the title of goddess."
"That's right..."
Mu Ge's cheeks flushed red, and her fair skin, immersed in the water, was faintly visible against the mist, leaving much to the imagination.
She gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with her delicate hand, her movements extremely elegant and dignified.
Hearing their flattery, Mu Ge revealed a gentle and elegant smile. Although she spoke modestly and declined, the arrogance in her eyes could not be concealed.
As a disciple of Banliu Daojun, she entered the training class at a young age and worked hard every day to advance to the goal of becoming a goddess. Although there were many maids here with higher status than her, she was the only one who met all of her teacher's standards over the years and was the best first place every year.
Besides the most basic training, her appearance was also the most outstanding among everyone, and she was often surrounded by many followers. Mu Ge knew that they did this only so that she could take care of and promote them after she was promoted to goddess. This was understandable. After all, who doesn't like to hear nice words? So, in the end, he just let them be.
"It's best if you don't make any wild guesses about this matter, lest you cause trouble."
Someone cautiously said, "That's true. Bei Jun hates people who gossip behind people's backs. Let's not say anything."
Someone boldly said, "What's there to be afraid of? Sister Mu Ge might marry Lord Su Feng and become a goddess in the future. What's there to be afraid of about Lord Bei?"
These words struck a chord with Mu Ge. She chuckled and scolded, "You're being too bold. Lord Su Feng is the supreme being of the God Realm. How could I dare to even dream of such a thing?"
"Sister, you're belittling yourself by saying that."
"That's right, that's right. With your looks, even the goddess Lingxi back then was more beautiful than you. How could you not be worthy of Lord Sufeng? Unlike us."
These insincere words didn't make Mu Ge feel mocked at all; instead, she felt a little smug. Everyone in the God Realm knew that the Goddess Ling Xi was the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms, with flawless beauty. She was the undisputed number one beauty in the Three Realms. Although Mu Ge was beautiful, she was far inferior to Ling Xi in terms of appearance, temperament, figure, and skills. To put it simply, she was a world apart from her.
Unfortunately, Mu Ge was bewitched by her companions' sweet talk and became so engrossed in her own beauty that she couldn't extricate herself.
Having witnessed the goddess Lingxi in person, Qinghe hid behind a large tree, her heart filled with indescribable emotions.
With looks like that, how dare she compare herself to the goddess Lingxi? The aesthetic sense of this divine race has deteriorated quite a bit.
They didn't finish washing until the moonlight was at its brightest. After getting ashore and dressing, they went back together.
Qinghe lingered behind the tree for a while, until the moonlight changed direction and poured onto her, before she seemed to come back to her senses and turned to leave in the direction of the Suoyao Temple.
As they approached the Divine Tree Space, Qinghe vaguely heard hearty laughter coming from within. He leaped to the ground and looked closely, only to see a young man playing chess with a person dressed entirely in dark green. A beautiful woman floated beside them, watching the chessboard with great interest, offering words of praise with each move she made.
Qinghe's arrival went unnoticed; in fact, the exquisite chessboard was far more interesting to them.
Only when he reached her did Shen Xun look away from the chessboard, glance at her, and then return to the chessboard. "Why are you late today?"
Qinghe also looked at the chessboard seriously and said, "I was delayed for a while because I was peeking at the little girl taking a bath on the way."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present—the man, the god, and the tree—raised their heads and looked at her with indescribably strange and unsettling expressions.
Shen Xun: "I didn't know you had this kind of hobby."
The divine tree shook its head with a sigh: "How could someone so young have gone astray?"
The goddess Lingxi glanced at her with pity, silently tightened her clothes, and floated away, bypassing the chessboard to reach the opposite side of Qinghe, trying to keep her as far away as possible.
Qinghe, however, did not notice their actions. He was focused on studying the chessboard and said after a long while, "This game is brilliant."
There may seem to be only a few black and white pieces, but there are many intricacies involved.
With an aggressive and domineering aura, the white pieces relentlessly pressed the black pieces, eventually forming an inescapable encirclement around them, trapping the black pieces firmly within.
In contrast, the black pieces, though seemingly gentle, possessed an unstoppable momentum, drawing the white pieces together and breaking the white pieces' formation. Thus, the seemingly unbreakable situation was easily broken by the black pieces.
One move can turn the tide; there's no need to continue this game now.
Shen Xun placed the white piece back into the chess cup, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior's chess skills are superb; I humbly admit defeat."
The divine tree laughed heartily and said, "Young man, it's quite remarkable that you've reached this level at your age."
Lingxi said softly from the side, "That's right. Back then, even in the God Realm, there were few opponents who could be within ten steps of Senior Divine Tree. You're already quite weak."
"Is that so?" Shen Xun said, "Can't the God Realm find anyone who can rival you, Senior?"
The divine tree stroked a few leaves on its chin as if they were whiskers. "You can't say that, after all, there's one right in front of you."
Shen Xun looked in the direction his gaze fell, "Qi Rong?"
The divine tree nodded, its two empty eye sockets filled with tears, as if recalling the past. "Back then, Qi Rong and I fought for five days and five nights without a clear winner. We were evenly matched, and the process was always exhilarating. Those days are the most memorable of my thousand years in this divine realm."
When Qi Rong's past was mentioned, Qing and Weiwei became serious and listened attentively.
"At that time, the great war had just ended and the Three Realms were becoming peaceful. Qi Rong, as the God Lord, was in charge of all affairs of Mount Futu. He would often come here to play chess with me. At first, he couldn't beat me and always lost within five or ten moves."
When talking about his time with Qi Rong, Shen Shu became very talkative. "Later, as time went on, his chess skills became more and more exquisite, and even I began to find it a bit difficult. One day we agreed to have a match, and we fought for five days and five nights without a winner. So we left the unfinished game and continued it another day. Who knew that after he left that time, he never came back."
Qinghe tightened her grip on her fingers. "Where did he go?"
"All the affairs of the divine realm fell on his shoulders. After a while, he got tired of it. Before he left, he came to see me and said that he wanted to travel to the lower realm to see all the beautiful scenery of the three realms. He might even bring back a beautiful woman for me to see."
He looked at Qinghe as he said this, and the meaning was self-evident.
"I don't know when we will meet again after many years. Before I left, I gave him a box of pills to relieve his old injuries. I haven't seen him since then, until now."
Qinghe: "He always has injuries on his body?"
The divine tree sighed, "Yes, and he was seriously injured. Only the pills I gave him could alleviate his injuries. It seems that he will only return when the pills run out."
Qinghe frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly. Qi Rong was injured, but why hadn't she noticed? When she was with him before, she always thought he was normal. Now it seemed that he had disguised himself too well and had fooled her.
She remembered that Li Jiang had told her that Qi Rong had exhausted her spiritual power to save her, which was why she had become like this. Ultimately, it was a mistake she had made out of momentary recklessness.
She walked to the tree coffin, looked down at Qi Rong's sleeping face, and felt a mix of emotions.
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