Chapter 76 Hou Yi Seeks Medicine◇
◎Penglai Fairy Mountain◎
Days passed, and soon it was time for Chang'e and Houyi to form a bond.
Since a grand ceremony was to be held, the existence of Chang'e could not be hidden from the witch clan. Houyi reported to the twelve ancestral witches that he wanted to become a Taoist partner with a human woman.
This incident caused an uproar in the Wu Clan. In the eyes of the Wu Clan, the status of the human race was undoubtedly equal to slaves and food. They were not on the same level at all. And now the most promising rising star in the Wu Clan was going to marry a humble human?
Wouldn't this make their noble descendants of Pangu inferior to the demon tribe next door?
The Twelve Ancestral Witches did not express much opinion. The human lifespan was short, only a hundred years. After a hundred years, Houyi would not even remember that he had a human wife.
Among the twelve ancient witches, Hou Tu and Kun Peng once lived in seclusion among the human race. She had different feelings towards the human race than the other ancient witches. When she heard that Hou Yi was going to form a Taoist partner with a human, she became very interested and helped Hou Yi stabilize the turmoil in the witch clan.
On the day of the marriage, most people in the Wu clan still did not support the marriage, and only a few of Houyi's close friends came to watch the ceremony.
At the ceremony, Houyi stood with the radiant Chang'e. Even those witches who did not support him had to admit Chang'e's beauty. No wonder Houyi insisted on becoming her Taoist partner.
Chang'e was dressed in a new outfit, wearing a dress the color of moonlight, which seemed to emit a hazy glow. However, her face was too beautiful, which suppressed the glow, making her look even more noble and beautiful.
Chang'e had a gentle smile on her face, but she was feeling uneasy in her heart. Ever since Ri Changxi said that he would take back the things he had given her, she found that her cultivation and magic power gradually disappeared with the passage of time, and now it has disappeared completely.
As if just as he had vowed, he was gradually becoming a human and his body was becoming weak.
Although human life span is short, she has no regrets.
But there was still something that worried her. Since she had made a pact with Houyi, it was impossible for Chang Xi to do nothing. She was afraid that Chang Xi would suddenly appear and make her past known to the public.
When the Wu people get married, the first person they worship is the great god Pangu.
The two stood side by side, picked up the offerings, lowered their heads and threw them into the sacred fire. As the flames sputtered, the firelight reflected on Chang'e's snow-white cheeks, as if painting a layer of crimson on her face, giving her a unique beauty.
Houyi's eyes were filled with amazement, and he was almost stunned by the scene in front of him.
Immediately, a scream erupted from the crowd: "Her—her face!"
Chang'e raised her head blankly, touched her cheek unconsciously, and looked at Houyi aggrievedly.
Hou Yi's pupils shrank, he raised his hand and pointed at Chang'e in disbelief, took a step back, and said in shock: "Chang'e, your face——"
Chang'e seemed to feel that her skin was no longer as smooth as before. She screamed and looked around for something to look at. Suddenly, she saw her gray hair hanging down on her chest.
She was extremely panic-stricken, and suddenly thought of something. Her body fell limply and she fainted on the ground.
How could she forget that the beauty she was most proud of, which made Houyi fall in love with her at first sight, was also inherited from that person!
The Wu clan was in turmoil again because Houyi wanted to become a Taoist partner with a humble human. The father god Pangu punished Houyi and turned his human wife from a young girl into a wrinkled white-haired old woman in the blink of an eye.
Amidst various opinions, the witch clan suddenly started to attack Chang'e.
Since waking up again on the day of the contract, Chang'e saw her no longer young self in the mirror and cried all day long.
Despite Houyi's comfort, it was of no avail. She could not accept that her youth was gone and she would become a white-haired old woman, living past the hundred years that she once thought was just a moment.
Although there was a rumor among the Wu clan that Chang'e had angered the god Pangu and caused him to lose his youth in an instant, Houyi did not care. He was surprised by the change in Chang'e's appearance, but his feelings for her did not change at all.
Although he fell in love with Chang'e at first sight because of her beauty, as a cultivator, he also understood that beauty is just a rotten skin, but he could not bear the pain of Chang'e becoming more and more sad day by day.
Chang'e couldn't accept her own ugliness, so she locked herself in her room all day long, never going out. Even Hou Yi's shouting outside the door was of no use. Chang'e could only tearfully say to Hou Yi, "The lifespan of humans is no more than a hundred years. I don't know how much longer I can live. My Lord, please forget me!"
These words woke Houyi up. He had always overlooked one thing, that is, his fate with Chang'e could only last a hundred years at most. Chang'e was not a cultivator, and she would eventually die of old age.
He could not accept this result and began to look for a way to achieve immortality for Chang'e.
He went to ask for help from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the result was predictable.
How could the noble ancient witches care about the life span of a tiny human?
Chang'e refused to see him, and Houyi tried hard to find the method of immortality but failed. He gradually became decadent and no longer had any enthusiasm for his favorite hunting.
After an unknown amount of time, Houyi went out hunting under the persuasion of his friends. He said he was hunting, but in fact he went out to relax.
Gradually, he reached the foot of Mount Buzhou, the place where he had first met Chang'e. Even after so many years, he still remembered that scene. The pure, fawn-like woman suddenly appeared beneath his divine bow...
Houyi couldn't help but feel sad.
There were mixed human tribes living in Buzhou Mountain, and other humans were hunting there. He used to regard humans as prey, but after having Chang'e, his bow and arrows could no longer hit the creature that was born with intelligence.
Houyi sighed softly, put away his sympathy for the human race, and hid in the dark, but he never expected to hear the conversation of the human race.
One person said, "In the past, Master Xuandu was favored by the Saint and accepted as his disciple. I never thought that he would be able to benefit the tribe now."
Another person, staring at his prey without blinking, echoed, "That's right. The elixir left by the adults can actually bring our old patriarch back to life and restore his youth. It's truly a rare sight."
Houyi had an idea after hearing it, and without thinking, he transformed into an adult human man wearing an animal robe and walked forward.
He was agile and quickly helped the two humans subdue the beast. When the two men expressed their gratitude and wanted to share their prey with him, he generously waved his hand and then asked, "I heard you two brothers were talking about a miraculous medicine that can bring people back to life and rejuvenate them. Do you have any more?"
The two humans were just grateful to Hou Yi, and never imagined that this person would be the wizard they feared the most. They wanted to tell him everything: "How can a saint's things just appear? This is handed down from our ancestors."
Houyi was discouraged and deflated. He knew in his heart that this kind of elixir could only be possessed by powerful people like the ancient witches.
Seeing him sad, the other man couldn't help but comfort him, "Don't be sad, brother. This elixir was given by a saint. Why don't you pray to the Three Pure Ones? The saints will appreciate your sincerity and perhaps grant you your wish."
Houyi shook his head in disappointment. The Three Pure Ones had a notoriously bad relationship with the ancestor of their witch clan, so how could they help him? Besides, he couldn't do such a thing as praying to the Three Pure Ones.
Another person said, "I've heard that outside the East China Sea there's a fairy mountain called Penglai, a place of practice for powerful beings. They have profound cultivation and rarely appear in the world. They're on par with powerful beings from all over the world. Why don't you go and try your luck, brother? It's a long journey, and I don't know how many hardships it will bring!"
Houyi's eyes lit up. With his status in the Wu clan, he had never heard of the powerful being from Penglai. He thought that this powerful being had nothing to do with the Three Pure Ones or the demon clan, and was a true recluse.
He was so excited that he ignored the fact that a powerful person whom he had never heard of appeared in the mouth of an ordinary human being.
Houyi turned and left, wanting to tell Chang'e the good news, but he didn't notice that after he left, the two human figures behind him gradually disappeared, turning into two wisps of green smoke and disappearing in an instant.
Houyi went home to pack his bags and told Chang'e to stay at home and wait for him to come back so that he could bring her back to life and restore her youth.
Hearing that she could still be saved, Chang'e cried with joy.
After leaving the Wu clan, Houyi transformed into a giant and headed eastward. With every step he took, he covered a thousand miles, and soon he reached the seashore in the far east.
Houyi was directly from the Houtu line. He was born with the talent to control the earth, but he did not have the power to control the water element. The wizard did not have a soul, and could not cultivate things like the water-avoiding spell. Houyi stopped and had to cut down the sacred tree to make a boat.
The East China Sea is very large, with countless fairy mountains. He drifted on the sea for a long time, eating sea beasts when he was hungry and drinking sea water when he was thirsty. Finally, he saw an island surrounded by purple mist.
He had a premonition that this was the fairy mountain Penglai that he had been searching for, so he set foot on land.
To his surprise, there were only naturally grown flowers, plants, and trees on Penglai. Although the scenery was extraordinary, there was no living creature to be seen. Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out from the sky:
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my territory? Are you looking for death?"
The sound echoed through the bell, as if mixed with Buddhist chants from ancient times, making people feel a surge of emotion in their hearts.
Houyi looked up and saw nothing but the clear blue sky.
Houyi was delighted, thinking to himself that he was indeed a powerful being, who could communicate with him from a distance without leaving any trace.
He saluted and said in a clear voice: "I am Hou Yi, and I have come here on behalf of my wife Chang'e, to ask the Immortal Lord to bestow the elixir of immortality."
The voice seemed to chuckle: "I have medicine that can save lives, and medicine that can kill people. Which one do you want?"
For some reason, Hou Yi suddenly felt unhappy. He had only heard of medicines that could save lives, but never of medicines that could kill people. Suppressing his uneasiness, he said, "Chang'e's life is in imminent danger. I beg the Immortal Lord to have mercy on me."
The voice sighed, as if a little disappointed: "I have a murder drug that I prepared earlier, but the person it should be given to doesn't want it anymore. Do you want it?"
Most Wu people have straightforward tempers, so Hou Yi was not surprised. With a hint of anger on his face, he continued to say with his neck stiff, "Immortal Venerable, please stop joking. I beg you to grant me the medicine that can save me."
The voice hummed softly, and a figure slowly emerged in the sky.
Looking at that figure, the anger on Houyi's face gradually turned into surprise. He really didn't expect that the powerful person he thought was not inferior to the Ancestral Witch was actually a young girl.
A figure walked down the stairs from the sky, her green clothes fluttering in the wind as she walked. Her face gradually became clearer as she walked more gracefully.
The most beautiful face Houyi had ever seen in his life was his wife Chang'e, but the female cultivator in front of him was even more beautiful than Chang'e. One was as bright as the moon, and the other was as dazzling as the sun. How could the moon's light cover up the sun?
The female cultivator came to her, a jade bottle in her hand turning between her fingers. She asked with a smile, "You really don't want it? But it seems to me that this medicine is quite suitable for you."
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