Chapter 10 Chapter 10 "The God of Fuxu is the one who breaks the rules the most...
There are five ranks in Sanqingtian, and there are four ranks of immortals, from low to high: scattered immortals, earth immortals, golden immortals, and celestial immortals.
Above the second-class celestial beings are the first-class gods.
There is only one word difference between god and immortal.
However, the immortal ranks are artificially divided, and as long as one passes the immortal rank exam, one can be successfully promoted.
To become a supreme god, one must undergo the trials of heaven, endure ninety-nine heavenly thunders, and wade through thirty-three illusions to examine one's soul. Only those with outstanding strength and firm mind can escape the cycle of impermanence, achieve godhood, and live as long as heaven.
During the entire process, if one fails any test, no matter how powerful one's immortal power is, it will instantly turn into ashes and return to nothingness.
This is also the reason why Jiu Zhao is not very interested in becoming the God Emperor.
If holding supreme power meant risking her life, then she could choose not to be the God Emperor, or even the Goddess Consort.
It seems to be a good choice to be a medium-sized Golden Immortal, choose a place with beautiful mountains and rivers from the territories of the Four Kings in Yiqingtian, live a peaceful and peaceful life, and wait until the end of life, when the immortal soul dissipates and turns into spiritual power to nourish Sanqingtian.
Jiu Zhao never mentioned these useless words to anyone.
Even if she was the God Emperor, she would only dare to say whether the future of Sanqingtian could be ruled by Wang Fu, and she would co-govern with him.
…
Fuxu didn't know Jiuzhao's true thoughts, but that didn't stop him from regarding them as specious arguments.
He stood up and lowered the carved window lattice, blocking out the pervasive sunlight. He spoke calmly, "Princess Yingluo Zong is thousands of years older than Your Highness. She has already taken the Celestial Immortal Rank Exam twice. Didn't she know she wasn't strong enough to take first place the first two times? The strength and experience Your Highness speaks of requires repeated failure to improve.
"People can't always live by appearances."
"I said I won't go, and that's it!
"If you lose both your dignity and your reputation in this life, you might as well die!"
Jiu Zhao was still reeling from Fuxu's warning look. She stood before him across the long table, her neck stretched to its limits, glaring at him like a ruffled cock. "Three thousand years may be a long time, but it's nothing for an immortal. The Three Pure Heavens offer numerous trial grounds where I can accumulate experience and improve my cultivation. Why are you so insistent on pushing me to take the Immortal Rank exam?"
Without waiting for Fuxu's reply, she pretended to suddenly understand and clapped her hands. "Oh—I understand. You know that Yingluo will definitely win the first place this time. With me as a foil, it will add to her glory in becoming a celestial being—"
"Fuxu, you have a good plan. You usually keep quiet, but when it comes to planning for your beloved, you are very smart."
A wrinkle suddenly appeared between Fuxu's eyebrows: "What the hell is going on?"
Even though he knew that Jiu Zhao was best at playing tricks on others, he couldn't help but feel suffocated. "As the crown prince, you have to take responsibility. Without both wisdom and strength, you can't win the support of the people. If you can't win the support of the people, there will be a storm that will overthrow the Heavenly Court. Don't you understand this, Her Highness Shen Ji?"
"Besides, vomiting blood and heartbreak for a man is already damaging to your reputation. Does Your Highness intend to remain depressed for thousands of years?"
Words that sting deeply hurt the most. Jiu Zhao stamped his feet and said anxiously, "How dare you turn the tables! My relationship with Lan Qi happened four thousand five hundred years ago. What do you want by holding on to it today? Aren't you already my husband, and you're still constantly thinking about Ying Luo? Isn't it even more heinous to flirt with her the moment she arrives at Changxi Palace?!"
"I never liked it at all—"
Fuxu was barely halfway through his explanation when Jiuzhao, who was oblivious to his intentions, interrupted him with a stern rebuke: "With such deep affection and such mutual devotion, what were you doing before? It's clear that you agreed to Father God's marriage decree only to covet my position as crown prince!"
"That's right. Being the husband of the future Lord of the West Sea is no match for being the husband of the future Lord of the Three Pure Heavens!"
As she chattered, a thin layer of anger covered Jiu Zhao's jade-white skin. As her voice became rapid and crisp, the anger turned into a tangible light red that spread across her cheeks, making her look unrestrained and lively even though she was being aggressive.
She didn't notice that Fuxu had stopped talking, and that his gaze on her face had been unreasonably prolonged. She was just thinking angrily:
Besides their beauty and ability to please others, what else is so good about the mermaids of the West Sea?
They are cunning and bloodthirsty by nature. Many of their kind who have not ascended to heaven still live in the various seas of the human world. They like to lure passing ships with their moving songs, and wait until they give up resistance, then torture and kill them while dragging them to the bottom of the sea to share the food.
Although the mermaids and their fellow tribesmen have undergone fundamental changes after ascending to the Three Pure Ones, and no longer feed on flesh and blood, they have retained a characteristic that is difficult to describe in words, which is that they can choose their own gender once every three thousand years.
Sanqingtian does not prohibit marriage, and even taking concubines is allowed as long as both parties are willing.
Ying Luo's father, King Liuge, relied on his outstanding appearance and brought this characteristic to the extreme. He transformed into a man for three thousand years and a woman for another three thousand years. He had countless princesses and concubines, and also kept male favorites. He created countless scandals for the West Sea with his own efforts.
King Liuge is a playboy and lecherous person, while Princess Yingluo is scheming and deep-minded. This makes Jiu Zhao feel that the entire mermaid race is lewd and dissolute.
She secretly complained about Fuxu's taste, and was tired of arguing with him, so she simply used her magical power to tie him up and bring him to bed.
Most of the time, people practice together for love.
People like them are better called hated.
"I promised Father God that I would quickly heal you and then announce to the Three Pure Ones that we will be together and separate.
"It's up to you whether you want to find Yingluo or Luoying. Just remember to invite me for a drink when you get married."
Jiu Zhao manipulated Fuxu into a cross-legged meditation position like a flexible doll. Fearing that their quarrel would go astray, she raised her finger to seal Fuxu's mouth. Seeing Fuxu's eyes filled with slight anger and his intermittent murmurs, she reached out and patted his handsome face, saying in a frivolous tone, "Good Ah Xu, I advise you to save your energy, otherwise you will be the one who suffers later."
As she spoke, she activated the talisman hidden on Fuxu's forehead, allowing him to recover a small amount of strength so that his immortal power could be circulated during their joint practice.
A red flowing barrier was formed. Fuxu also became quiet, probably thinking that if he didn't calm down, he would be hurt.
Souls blend and breaths blend.
Practice makes perfect. This time, Jiu Zhao repaired Fu Xu's injuries more smoothly than last time. Just as the God Emperor said, the power of the Phoenix Blood that she had not used for a long time also gradually became as smooth as a stream from the initial sluggishness and unfamiliarity.
Fuxu's pale face regained some color.
But as he continued to practice, the blood color became darker and the strange passion came back again.
Jiu Zhao's perception was far sharper than Fu Xu's, whose divine power was sealed. The rustling of fabric beside her ears and the soft climbing of her calves made her open her eyes silently immediately - this time, she was already prepared.
A small wisp of immortal energy penetrated into the Changle life plate on the chest, and the residual power left by the Mother Goddess quickly took effect.
The cool divine breath merged with Jiuzhao's will, eliminating the heat that made people blush and their hearts beat fast.
The desire for skin-to-skin contact was driven out of her mind, but Jiu Zhao maliciously blocked the spread of the divine breath.
She wanted Fuxu to continue to fall into the flames of passion and see whose name he would call out when his desire reached its peak.
Being bound and unable to overpower the other person, he searched for lips that could bring water. However, in just half a moment, Fuxu's pupils dilated again. Drops of sweat sliding down his forehead flowed into his collar, dyeing the front of his chest translucent.
After soaking the upper half, they were still sliding down.
The well-trained chest and abdomen contracted and undulated unbearably under the fabric.
The wound wrapped in white cloth reminded Jiu Zhao to focus his eyes there and appreciate the rare debauchery of an ascetic.
The hot tip of the tongue peeked out from the half-open lips, like a tourist who was about to die of thirst desperately absorbing the moisture in the air.
Whenever Fuxu wanted to stretch out his hands towards her, Jiuzhao would use the talisman to drain all his strength. When his hands could no longer maintain the movement and fell down limply, she would suddenly unseal them, allowing the strength to surge back into Fuxu's strong body.
After repeating this several times, Fuxu's expression began to become confused and disordered, and his former dignity, propriety and seriousness completely disappeared.
Jiu Zhao seriously doubted that even if she guided him to call her wife, mother, sister... he would just blurt it out.
After thinking for a while, Jiu Zhao snapped his fingers, and a recording ball appeared beside them.
The translucent, teardrop-shaped ball approached Fuxu, starting from his handsome red face, to his clearly shaped waist and abdomen, and then to further downwards.
All of them are engraved in it one by one.
…
After a long time, with the contraction of his arm muscles, the man's low moan sounded in Jiu Zhao's ears.
It became more and more explicit later on, and Jiu Zhao closed his eyes and stopped appreciating boldly, only teasing Fu Xu with his actions.
The sacred tree took root, and its green branches trembled gently at the touch of the wind.
The trembling gradually intensified, and ripe, sticky seeds spurted out from the branches.
While Fuxu was still immersed in the afterglow and had not yet come to his senses, Jiuzhao activated the life card in time to suppress his passion.
So, what Fuxu, who was fully awake, saw was——
"Do you like yourself in the photo ball?"
Jiu Zhao curled up the corners of her beautiful eyes and asked in a voice as undulating as water waves.
Fuxu didn't know where to turn. He stared at Jiuzhao's flushed face, the dampness beneath his clothes forcing him to awkwardly try to find a gap under the bed. But while Jiuzhao's gaze could be blocked, the noises made by the other "Fuxu" in the video camera couldn't be silenced.
Is that him?
Or a demon indulging in excess?
"Why aren't you talking?"
From being offended to being the offender, Jiu Zhao's mood was completely different.
Her hand was still itching to move, but she didn't want to raise it high to slap Fuxu again.
She wanted to lift up the hem of Fuxu's robe, and make the self-deceiving young man like an ostrich face his true self.
“Tsk tsk.
“I am usually taught to follow the rules in my words and actions, but unexpectedly, Fuxu Shangshen is the one who breaks the rules the most.
"I think it must have been hard for you staying on the border between gods and demons these years."
Jiu Zhao spoke each word very slowly, and each word became like a heavy stone, pressing on Fu Xu's heart, making him almost unable to breathe.
He curled up his fingers and toes, trying to fight the trembling of his body.
After a while.
He exhaled briefly. "Please, Your Highness, remove the curse from my forehead. I promised Your Highness that I would temporarily reside in Changxi Palace, and I won't change my mind at the drop of a hat... And the next time this happens, I will injure myself to maintain my sanity and will never commit such an act of disrespect again."
"Self-harm."
Jiu Zhao chewed on the words and glanced at a spot that was almost transparent. "According to this situation, I'm afraid the God will poke a hole in himself."
“…”
Fu Xu thought that he shouldn't talk any more.
The best thing to do is to leave and let each other calm down.
He tried to lift his legs to get out of bed, but Jiu Zhao got there first and occupied the edge of the bed.
Jiu Zhao tilted his head and brought his full lips close to Fuxu's burning earlobe, almost kissing her: "Actually, it's not that I'm unwilling to remove the spell, but this spell has a characteristic that requires the person under the spell to sincerely recite the spell before it can fall off.
"what to do?
"I couldn't think of any interesting spells at the time.
"So I used the phrase 'Nine Zhao, Nine Zhao, I love you.'"
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