Chapter 209 Xuanjia vs. Enrong
Xuanjia's heart was pounding, overwhelmed with joy, and she stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to move forward.
Eun-yong was... afraid to go forward.
He feared that if he dared to take a step forward, his sister would disappear, just like he had in the dreams he had countless times fallen into in the River of Oblivion.
He feared that the person before him was like a butterfly he could never catch, a star in the sky he could never reach, a goddess he could never embrace even if he smashed his bones, tore his soul apart, and scattered into dust.
But the person before him was clearer than in every dream or in the illusions he created to ease his longing.
It was so clear, as if their love in that lifetime had happened just yesterday, right before my eyes.
My sister is still the same, beautiful and serene, like a still lake that is unfathomable, yet incredibly warm and comforting to be immersed in.
She stood there, silent and motionless, her expression one of surprise.
It was just like the expression on her sister's face when she first learned of Emperor Enrong's affections after he ascended the throne in the mortal realm.
At that time, my sister...did not accept him.
So now, can she accept him?
Emperor Enrong wanted to wait quietly, just like he had done in the past, for his goddess to fall into his arms.
But even though he could linger in the River of Oblivion for a thousand years, it seemed he couldn't wait even for these few short breaths.
He no longer had the patience he once had to win over the goddess. His demonic eyes were fixed on Xuanjia without blinking, and all the "past" poses he deliberately put on vanished in the face of Xuanjia's indifference.
He revealed his true colors.
His once stern and cold features were now devoid of any majesty or kindness, replaced by a chilling, deathly pallor. Even as he stood there, having completely suppressed all his ghostly aura and enveloped in the setting sun, he was as cold as a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of an icy pool, his gloomy and malevolent energy overflowing and impossible to suppress.
His vision blurred, and tears of blood flowed unnoticed down his face.
Evil spirits cannot cry, for crying consumes their soul.
But he himself didn't realize he was crying.
Blood flowed down his cheeks, but he couldn't feel it, because he was neither immortal nor ghost, and even his tears were cold.
He smiled at Xuanjia.
He opened his mouth, slowly imitating his former self, like a painted-skin ghost whose true form had been seen through, yet still trying to elegantly don the newly painted human skin.
His voice was as beautiful as shattered jade as he said, "Sister, we meet again."
I miss my sister so much. Does she miss me too?
"Sister...why don't you come over?"
Xuanjia did not answer any of the three questions in a row.
She was absolutely shocked.
Is this her little favor?
This is her little favor...
Even though it looks completely different and unfamiliar now, it also seems...deeply familiar.
The six months or so of Xuanjia's existence was by no means "shorter" than the thousand years of Enrong's existence.
Emperor Enrong was able to abandon his imperial throne and spare no effort, even throwing himself into the River of Oblivion to climb to the Heavenly Realm to see her.
However, as the Star Goddess in charge of the constellations, Xuanjia's life was tied to the fate of tens of thousands of people in the star realm, and she could not resign because of personal feelings.
Unlike the Ziwei star in the human world, which changes with each other, the Xuanwu incarnation is a different deity that can be born in response to changing circumstances.
If she were to sacrifice the common people for personal reasons, she would be a sinner unworthy of inheriting divine power.
He walked towards her, and there was still a path she could take.
But Xuanjia had no choice.
Now... her little Enrong has come to see her. Something she never dared to dream of has come true. How can she possibly react?
However, her dazed expression at this moment was misunderstood by Emperor Enrong as her inability to accept his presence.
He asked softly, "Sister...aren't you happy that I came to see you?"
Xuanjia's lips trembled.
Before she could answer, Emperor Enrong could no longer wait and dared not listen to her reply. He flashed and appeared in front of her.
She leaned slightly forward, her nose almost touching Xuanjia's, and asked, "Sister...you haven't forgotten about me, have you?"
Emperor Enrong's posture seemed to imply coercion, but his hands behind his back were trembling uncontrollably.
What should he do if his sister really disowns him and abandons him?
He dared not, could not, and was unwilling to lay a hand on his sister.
Moreover... he is absolutely no match for the Peach Blossom Emperor. If he dares to do anything that is detrimental to his sister today, the Peach Blossom Emperor will "justifiably" send him to the Avici Hell tomorrow.
What should he do?
Enrong's nature was no longer that of a gentle breeze and bright moon in his youth. Having been a ghost for a thousand years, he was cunning and ruthless, and countless despicable schemes flashed through his mind.
He would beg her, he would worship her, he would kneel until his head bled or his knees broke, as long as his sister would allow him to see her occasionally.
As long as there is a chance, Eun-young will definitely be able to get back to her side.
To rediscover the beauty of the past...
"Sister...I...um..."
Emperor Enrong was about to kneel down and shamelessly beg his goddess for her favor.
But then his cheeks flushed as he was cupped by someone, and then, while he was still bent over with his head down and knees slightly bent, his lips were sealed.
It was sealed with two burning hot lips, the complete opposite of his icy body!
Emperor Enrong's demonic eyes suddenly contracted, and his breathing stopped abruptly.
He thought that it would take him millions of years to climb from hell to heaven, to truly reach his sister's side, and to regain the favor of the goddess he had always dreamed of.
But he never expected it to be so simple.
It was as if he had casually created a dream, stepped into it, and found that the dream was real.
My sister hasn't forgotten him.
Sister... is kissing him!
Emperor Enrong dared not move, holding his breath as the black armor clung to his cheeks and neck, lingering on his cold lips.
He stared at her with eyes like a demon, blood and tears streaming down his face, a terrifying sight.
Embarrassed by the glare, Xuanjia took a slight step back, and their lips parted.
Looking at Xiao Enrong's shocked expression, she was starting to have doubts... Had she acted impulsively?
Because she speaks very slowly, she just starts talking.
She missed his warmth and intimacy too much.
But... Little Eun-yong is no longer burning hot; he has lost his human warmth.
His appearance had changed so much. Xuanjia knew that he had been wallowing in the River of Oblivion for too long and had lost his true nature, which was why Bitao had been delaying bringing him to see her.
Mortals are born in the morning and die at dusk, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. Love can also change several times. The more than a thousand years in the River of Oblivion are more difficult to endure than a mortal's life... So, does he still like me as much as he did back then?
Or is he just coming to catch up with me?
Xuanjia has never experienced the bitterness of love, nor could he force anyone like Bitao and Zhankui.
She slowly released Emperor Enrong.
She lowered her eyes, looked around helplessly, and said in a trembling voice, "You...are so...cold..."
Xuanjia had no idea what she was talking about. She actually wanted to revert to her original form and retract her head into her tortoise shell.
She didn't know how to face the situation before her.
But the moment she let go, Eun-young grabbed her hand, stood up straight, looked down at her with bloodshot eyes, and asked, "Why did you stop?"
"Doesn't my sister like me now?"
Did my cold body temperature scare you?
"I can use my magical powers to make myself warm! I can make myself as hot as you want!"
"Kiss me again, sister, kiss me again!"
Xuanjia flinched slightly at the roar, and Enrong went berserk. He grabbed her chin, shoved her onto the shoulder, and tried to push her against the palace gate to imprison her and prevent her from escaping.
However... the Xuanjia armor remained completely still.
Xuanwu is an ancient divine beast that sealed the mountains and seas. How could it be moved by just anyone?
Even when Xuanjia was just a mortal, he was impervious to swords and spears, and his golden bell shield was unbreakable.
Emperor Enrong's forward charge was so forceful that he failed to move the Xuanjia armor and instead crashed into it himself.
He was much taller than Xuanjia, and with this slap, his chest landed squarely on Xuanjia's nose.
The nose is perhaps one of the Xuanjia's minor weaknesses.
Just like a turtle's head is the softest.
Xuanjia hissed and covered his nose.
Emperor Enrong: "...Sister...Sister, are you...are you alright?"
Emperor Enrong was completely flustered, not knowing how to help Xuanjia, and dared not touch her casually. He jumped up and down in his anxiety.
Xuanjia's nose tingled, and with tears welling up in her eyes, she looked up at her little Enrong.
I thought he had changed, but he's still the same as before. Whenever it's about her, he panics like a child...
Xuanjia took a few steps back and, amidst Emperor Enrong's renewed ferocity, walked to the palace gate.
"Sister...you..."
What does "backwards" mean?
Do you dislike his cold body? Or can't accept his demonic form?
Uncontrollable ghostly energy even began to flow around Emperor Enrong!
Xuanjia leaned against the door, assumed a posture, and said softly, "Come on."
Emperor Eun-yong, who was emanating ghostly energy: "..."
The two ghost officials who showed themselves: "..."
After Emperor Enrong realized the meaning of those two words, he transformed into a turbid wind and appeared in front of Xuanjia in the next instant. Like a vicious wolf that was allowed to eat meat and drink blood, he enveloped Xuanjia, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her fiercely.
The city gates fell, and they marched straight in.
He was like a demon who craved souls, sucking at the goddess in his arms, who was slightly tilting her head back, willing to "sacrifice" herself to feed the demon.
Every drop of saliva was like blood flowing back into his body after his death, the source of his survival, and the sweet dew that kept him alive.
The two ghost officials silently shrank back.
Xuanjia's slender, long wrists once again intertwined around the back of Emperor Enrong's neck.
It tilted its head back, as if to let this evil spirit pluck it to its heart's content.
In reality, she was indulging a puppy that had been lost and found again.
Knowing the hardships he endured crossing mountains and seas, feeling sorry for the suffering he endured in the mortal realm, loving how he ran back to her in such a wretched state, emaciated, his soul broken yet still pretending to be perfectly fine and charming.
Xuanjia gently massaged the back of his neck, soothingly whispering, "Don't... rush..."
Don't be afraid.
"Sister...Sister...I'm here."
My sister is here.
It's always been there.
waiting for you.
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