[Fantasy] The Great Sage's Joyful Heaven (Complete) - 12

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Chapter 117 of the main text: A Joyful Reunion
: 10-21 10:17:29 Word count: 2308

Yan Nange was reading the first chapter, "Leisurely," which focused on internal energy cultivation. This internal energy was a method created by the Flower Emperor, combining his family's and his sect's internal energy techniques, called "Leisurely Qi." Yan Nange read one page and understood the principle behind the generation of Leisurely Qi. Yan Nange felt that this internal energy wasn't too difficult to cultivate. So he roughly flipped through the entire book. The second chapter of the Emperor's Canon was "Roaming Freely," which discussed lightness skills; the third chapter was "Free and Easy," which discussed martial arts techniques; and the fourth chapter was the Emperor's Canon, which discussed Yin-Yang dual cultivation.
"It seems this Flower Emperor is quite the romantic figure," Yan Nange murmured to himself with a smile. "However, I don't think I need to learn this dual cultivation technique anymore. I already know the Joyful Technique."
A whole night had passed since he finished reading the "Emperor's Canon," and a faint bluish-white hue could be seen at the cave entrance. Yan Nange sat cross-legged on the large bed, which, according to the *Emperor's Canon*, was called the "Warm and Cool Fragrant Wood Bed," cultivating the *Emperor's Canon*'s "Leisurely Qi."
This Leisurely Qi was divided into eight levels, and Yan Nange reached the second level—"Flowing Precious Light"—after two days. When his true qi flowed, a faint, gem-like light would appear on his body. His true qi could now extend outwards. Yan Nange struck a
large rock a hundred meters away with his palm; there was no reaction. After a while, the rock suddenly turned into green smoke and vanished without a trace. "Amazing! I'm amazing! Hehe." Yan Nange finally closed his drooling mouth after a long time, grinning foolishly.
Yan Nange ate three meals a day, plus a midnight snack, mostly from the silvery fish he caught in the pool. Sometimes he grilled them, sometimes he fried or cooked them in his homemade stone pot—the food was delicious. The valley also had many strange fruits, which Yan Nange boldly tried, finding them all delicious and beneficial to his cultivation.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Yan Nange lay down by the pool for a short rest.
"Guess who I am?" A pair of small hands covered Yan Nange's eyes from behind. The alluring voice, the wonderful touch, the familiar fragrance—he knew who it was without even guessing. Yan
Nange suppressed his inner elation, his large hand gently kneading those soft, boneless hands.
"Are you a demoness? No? Then a witch? No? Then you're my little fairy, my little enchantress, Xiangxiang... Xiangxiang, I've missed you so much!" Yan Nange teased Xiangxiang, then suddenly turned around and hugged her tightly. In his arms was indeed that peerless, beautiful face, capable of both joy and anger. Gazing into those beautiful eyes that gently blinked, gazing at him with deep affection, Yan Nange couldn't resist kissing her small lips. The two embraced tightly, wishing they could merge into each other's bodies...
"
Xiangxiang, I... I took in a girl named Rou'er," Yan Nange said guiltily. Although Xiangxiang told him to bring a few beauties home, Yan Nange still felt guilty.
"Brother, don't feel guilty. Wasn't it Xiangxiang who asked you to do this? Besides, there's only Rou'er now, and even if you go to Lanyu, it's still not enough. Your constitution is special; you need more beauties to serve you. You can't always go to Qimenglou.
Xiangxiang never thought she would harm you, but luckily she met Senior Xiaoyao..." Xiangxiang sobbed, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Don't cry, Xiangxiang. You don't know this. Besides, haven't you brought me even more benefits? Just having a fairy-like wife like you is enough for me. I believe that any man on the street would fight tooth and nail for a woman even a tenth as beautiful as you. I've become a master now, and I'll become a top master in the future. All of this is thanks to my beautiful Xiangxiang. Don't you think I should thank my sister Xiangxiang?" Yan Nange said affectionately, holding Xiangxiang tightly in his arms. Xiangxiang also held Yan Nange tightly in return.
Their lips parted, and they embraced sweetly. "Xiangxiang, why did you leave without saying goodbye? Where did you go?" Yan Nange couldn't help but ask.
Xiangxiang wrapped her arms around Yan Nange's waist. "I didn't go anywhere. Haven't I always been in your heart?" Xiangxiang spoke softly and slowly, her voice sweet and alluring like a little fairy.
"Little fairy!... Xiangxiang, have you heard of my master?" Now that Xiangxiang had returned, Yan Nange didn't want to force her to reveal her reasons for leaving him. He wanted to know who his master, the Flower Emperor, really was.
"Never heard of him. I'm also wondering how Senior Xiaoyao knew about our Flower Spirit." Xiangxiang was equally puzzled. The Flower Emperor gave Xiangxiang an extremely mysterious and powerful feeling, so she respectfully addressed him as "senior." Xiangxiang's age was absolutely legendary in the mortal realm.
Yan Nange and Xiangxiang were of one mind, so he didn't find it strange that Xiangxiang called his master "senior." Besides, Xiangxiang was, in fact, just a little girl in the Flower Spirit.
"Brother, you must cultivate diligently. My recent strength has improved due to your influence. When you become a peerless master, Xiangxiang's magic might be even more powerful than before. If possible, Xiangxiang can go home," Xiangxiang said happily.
"Okay, for my beautiful and lovely Xiangxiang sister, I'll do my best. From now on, I will work hard to cultivate," Yan Nange exclaimed.
Xiangxiang's snow-white body, reflecting the two strange flowers around her deep navel, was exceptionally breathtaking.

Chapter 118: Affection
: 10-21 10:17:30 Words: 2977

The cave was warm and comfortable, and the two were too lazy to take off their clothes. Xiangxiang sat in Yan Nange's lap, feeding each other dinner.
Under Yan Nange's strong persuasion, Xiangxiang tasted a bite of the golden-brown silver fish that Yan Nange had grilled. Although it was cold, the fish still melted in her mouth, sweet, fresh, and delicious.
"Baby, is it good?" Yan Nange asked, looking at Xiangxiang's surprised expression.
"Delicious! Brother, what is this?" Xiangxiang asked curiously.
"This is silverfish meat. It tastes just as good as the spirit fish from your hometown, doesn't it?" Xiangxiang had mentioned to Yan Nange that the Flower Spirits also eat some meat and grains, among which the most delicious fish is the spirit fish, which is very precious. Xiangxiang doesn't like eating human meat and grains, as most of them have a fishy smell. Only fruit is barely edible. Yan Nange was initially worried that Xiangxiang would find it unpalatable, but seeing her expression, he was relieved. This little cutie really liked it.
"Hmm, it's even tastier than spirit fish!" Xiangxiang muttered as she ate the fish meat that Yan Nange fed her.
"Little glutton, eat more if it's delicious, so our baby can grow stronger." Yan Nange smiled as he watched Xiangxiang eat so adorably. He then picked up another piece of deboned fish meat and brought it to her rosy little mouth.
"Brother, you're so kind," Xiangxiang said happily. After speaking, she held a mouthful of melted fish meat in her mouth and fed it to Yan Nange. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and the delicious flavor of the silverfish juice was infused with a deep sense of love.
The young couple fed each other, making their dinner flavorful and incredibly romantic.
After dinner, Yan Nange took Xiangxiang to look at the moon for a while, then returned to the cave and took a romantic bath together in a hot spring.
After bathing, the two began their dual cultivation. During this time, as Yan Nange circulated his internal energy, a cool stream of true energy entered their body from their point of union, spreading throughout their entire being. Finally, it entered Yan Nange's tongue from Xiangxiang's, which was intertwined with hers, and then spread throughout his body. As long as they remained together, this true energy flowed continuously, growing ever stronger.
As the cool, flowing energy circulated, Xiangxiang and Yan Nange felt an almost overwhelming pleasure wash over them. Clinging to their trembling bodies, they held tightly to each other, their bodily fluids gushing out simultaneously. They both
felt that these fluids weren't flowing out of their bodies as usual, but rather being absorbed into each other's bodies. Then came an even greater, more intense pleasure, with more fluid gushing out and being absorbed by the other. Xiangxiang and Yan Nange could only maintain a sliver of consciousness; they didn't even have the strength to move a finger, letting the energy flow, gushing and absorbing endlessly, waiting for it to stop.
After an unknown amount of time, the two awoke simultaneously.
"Xiangxiang, you look different," Yan Nange asked, looking at Xiangxiang in his arms. Xiangxiang's pretty face was now even more beautiful and alluring, yet she still possessed a holy, noble, and unapproachable quality. Her eyes were clear and deep, as unfathomable as the heavens, their shimmering light captivating and mesmerizing. A vibrant red mole adorned her brow; her skin also radiated a holy glow. Yan Nange felt that Xiangxiang's beauty had reached a new level. What was going on?
"Brother, I think we've achieved the highest level of the Joyful Dual Cultivation Technique, 'Great Love Without Form.' This mole between our brows is the mark of reaching 'Great Love Without Form.' Your appearance is different now too." Xiangxiang's voice was soft, sweet, and alluring, making Yan Nange's heart flutter. Xiangxiang kissed Yan Nange, and a warm current of energy flowed between their lips and tongues, not cool, but warm, giving them a wonderful, ethereal feeling, no longer the extreme pleasure of before. This feeling, however, was even more intoxicating, for they could feel the deep, unbreakable bond between them.
Yan Nange carried Xiangxiang to the hot spring. In the water, Yan Nange saw that he was different from before. His skin had become as white as jade, shimmering with a precious light; his eyes had become deep and clear, as if holding dreams.
"Brother, this face alone will captivate countless beauties in the future," Xiangxiang said playfully, teasing Yan Nange's increasingly muscular chest with her even more delicate and adorable toes.
"Brother, Xiangxiang is so sleepy," Xiangxiang said, curling up in Yan Nange's arms like a kitten, yawning cutely.
"Then go back to sleep. Brother will work harder to cultivate, so we can become masters soon," Yan Nange said in a magnetic, slightly seductive voice, kissing Xiangxiang's alluring lips.
Xiangxiang, still half-asleep, shared another passionate kiss with Yan Nange before suddenly disappearing from his arms.
"Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang, don't go..." Yan Nange sat up, his hands reaching out to grasp at the air.
But all around was empty, the moon shining brightly. There was no trace of Xiangxiang, only the sound of splashing water. It was just a beautiful dream!
Yan Nange collapsed weakly into the grass, feeling empty and uncomfortable. In a daze, he drifted off to sleep again.
When he awoke, it was already broad daylight.
Yan Nange went to the training ground filled with large rocks. He gathered his inner energy and found it incredibly easy. With a single palm strike, he cleaved a distant boulder from a distance, and it vanished without a trace, even the rocks behind it were missing a piece.
Seeing how powerful his single palm strike was, Yan Nange was overjoyed. He figured it was the effect of their dual cultivation last night; he must work harder in the future. It was a pity he wouldn't see Xiangxiang for three months. "I should focus on cultivating this Imperial Scripture." Yan Nange and Xiangxiang both attributed the miraculous effects of their dual cultivation last night to the "Leisurely Qi." Yan Nange was puzzled as to why, despite his current strength, his "Leisurely Qi" was still only at the second level, "Flowing Precious Light."
Although strange, after pondering for a while without success, Yan Nange decided to give up. It was better to do something practical.
Having finished eating the food prepared yesterday, Yan Nange went down to the pool and caught a few silver fish, which he then grilled. After eating some fruit, Yan Nange went into the cave, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began cultivating his "Leisurely Qi.
" As Yan Nange's "Leisurely Qi" reached the fifth level, "Rippling Mist," his body was enveloped in mist, appearing particularly mysterious. Now, Yan Nange could easily pierce a hole in a rock with his fingertips, and his palm strikes could make rocks disappear from a greater distance. A month had passed. Yan Nange hadn't expected to reach this level so quickly. Was it because his comprehension was exceptionally high, or was this leisurely qi simply too easy to cultivate? Yan Nange couldn't find the answer. He could only conclude that he had good comprehension and a solid foundation.

(Chapter 119
: The Mist, 10-21 10:17:31, 3300 words)

Since arriving here, Yan Nange had a very strange dream whenever he fell asleep: he was standing in a vast expanse of white mist, with a white jade-like stone path beneath his feet, yet he didn't know where the path led or which way to go.
Yan Nange called out, but no one came out. When he woke up, he was still in the valley. Yan Nange felt that the dream must be related to this valley, but he couldn't know the specific connection.
Today, Yan Nange lay on that large rock again, looking at the stars, and then took a nap. It should be autumn outside now, and it should be getting cold, but there was no change in the valley. Yan Nange guessed that the valley remained the same all year round. What a blessed place! If nothing else happened, I could live here with Xiangxiang and Rourou for a lifetime and never get tired of it.
Imagining myself and Xiangxiang and Rourou having several babies here, Yan Nange couldn't help but smile. Lost in thought, she drifted into a dream.
Yan Nange found herself in that place again, surrounded by an endless expanse of white mist. Beneath her feet was a white jade-like stone path, the direction of which was unknown. There was nothing and no sound, only the white mist and the white stone ground.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" Yan Nange called out for a long time, but no one answered. Calling was pointless, so Yan Nange pinched her arm. It hurt, but this time, unlike before, she didn't wake up and return to the valley. Yan Nange was still standing in the endless white mist. This was bad. Could this not be a dream at all? Thinking this, Yan Nange looked at her red hand, which still throbbed with pain. This really wasn't a dream. Then how did she end up in this place? Why did I end up here as soon as I fell asleep? Was it a master like my teacher who brought me here? What was his purpose in bringing me here? These questions flooded Yan Nange's mind.
Yan Nange knew that since the other party had brought him here, they would eventually reveal their intentions. So there was no use in rushing. The Leisurely Qi cultivation Yan Nange had been practicing recently had changed his personality considerably, allowing him to adapt to changes and maintain a serene state of mind.
Yan Nange simply sat cross-legged on the white stone slab. The white stone slab was cool and refreshing, yet not icy, and quite comfortable to sit on. Yan Nange closed his eyes and began cultivating the Leisurely Qi. The warm current flowed through his meridians, feeling very pleasant. Yan Nange increased the speed of the Leisurely Qi circulation, feeling even more comfortable.
After circulating the Leisurely Qi thirty-six times, Yan Nange opened his eyes, and two beams of divine light shot out from them. Yan Nange looked inward and found that the red Qi ball in his dantian had grown larger, indicating that his skill had improved again.
Yan Nange stood up. The scene before him was completely different. He was standing in a vast square, and about five miles ahead was an enormous fountain. In the center of the fountain was a white jade statue of a standing woman. Yan Nange could tell the gender from the statue's graceful curves and feminine features, but the statue's height was unknown. Most of its breasts were hidden under the white mist, and the upper part was completely invisible. Water cascaded down from the white misty sky, landing in a huge flower-shaped pool with very little sound. This eerie and shocking sight made Yan Nange's usually calm heart pound.
The pool was probably ten miles in circumference, and the statue was estimated to be at least a thousand feet tall. No one would believe that such a massive statue and pool were real. Such a scene no longer evoked any sense of beauty, but only mystery and terror. A normal person would probably be scared to death. Fortunately, Yan Nange had seen several unbelievable things before, and besides, he was skilled and brave. He took a few breaths and calmed himself down.
Having calmed down, Yan Nange now considered the square, roughly fifteen li in circumference, as its center. Nine main roads stretched out into the distance, each equidistant from the others, all connected by vast expanses of water. The square itself was perfectly circular, with a fountain at its center. The entire square and its roads were paved with white jade. If it weren't for the pale white sky and instead had been bathed in sunlight, this place would surely radiate dazzling light.
Why this square and fountain avenue existed was something Yan Nange didn't need to ponder; it was puzzling anyway. Now, Yan Nange was focused on how to get back. He pinched himself until he cried out, but still couldn't return; the scene before him remained unchanged.
It seemed he could only choose one path to take, leaving his destination and fate to chance. Since it was going to be this way anyway, Yan Nange decided to open his heart and cheer up. With a better mood, even the terrifying half-masted stone statue seemed more appealing. "Nice figure, I wonder what it looks like?" Yan Nange muttered. He walked towards the main road, which seemed to lead south.
After walking for about three days, all he saw was this wide, white jade road, about ten zhang wide, flanked by endless blue water. The water was clear, yet unfathomably deep, the surface still without a ripple, devoid of any life, only water. He could see that the road itself was also made of white jade, as wide as the road itself, yet with no end in sight. This eerie and shocking sight had been stimulating Yan Nange for two days, until the third day when he finally became somewhat numb. However, Yan Nange didn't dare try the taste of this novel water for the first time; he really didn't dare drink it.
After walking for about fifteen or sixteen days, Yan Nange finally saw a forest appear on the horizon. The lush green color brought tears of emotion to Yan Nange's eyes. He realized how lovely green was, how appealing the land was, and how delightful plants were. Yan Nange mustered his energy and ran towards that magical green expanse. "
Looking at a mountain makes you run yourself to death." What seemed close turned out to be a long and arduous journey, requiring Yan Nange to run tirelessly for a long time before finally reaching this land, the edge of the forest. There was still a path here, but it wasn't made of white jade; it was a gravel path leading into the depths of the forest.
Yan Nange hugged an unknown tree and gave it a passionate kiss. If the tree had a mouth, it would surely have been kissed unconscious. Releasing the tree, Yan Nange found a patch of grass in the tree's space and lay down. He was so tired that he drifted off to sleep.
Yan Nange was awakened by a tickling sensation and quickly opened his eyes and jumped up.
"Ah!" A girl's scream rang out, her voice sweet.
Yan Nange looked closely and saw a girl squatting in front of him, wearing a black veil and a long black dress. The girl's exposed skin was very white, and her figure was beautiful. "She must be a beauty," Yan Nange thought to himself. The girl clutched a lock of her black hair in her right hand and gripped her veil tightly with her left. Her beautiful eyes were filled with terror as she looked at Yan Nange. The girl's eyelashes were long and beautiful.
Yan Nange hadn't seen any living creature in a long time, let alone a beautiful one. He was immediately filled with pity.
Yan Nange squatted down and took the girl's small, snow-white left hand in his. The girl's hand was cold. Yan Nange gently rubbed it.
"Miss, did I frighten you? I didn't mean to scare you, it was just my instinct. Look, your hand is a little cold from fright." Yan Nange channeled his inner energy into the girl.
"No, it's because I was too naughty and woke you up," the girl said softly. Although she wore a veil, her shyness was evident from her forehead and neck. This was the first time Mengmou had been so playful, and the first time a man had held her hand. Mengmou felt her face burning and her heart pounding. She had seen countless big scenes; how could she be so pathetic? The feeling of his hand in hers was so comfortable, and her body warmed. She wished she could stay like this forever. He was so handsome. Thinking of this, Mengmou's heart beat even faster, and her face turned even redder.
Yan Nange saw that the girl's snow-white neck and forehead had turned a vibrant rose color and couldn't help but smile. "This girl is so shy," he thought, unaware that it was because he was holding her hand that she was acting this way. He was gradually revealing his lecherous nature.

Chapter 120 Heartbreak
: 10-21 10:17:31 Word Count: 3615

"My name is Yan Nange. May I ask your name, Miss?" Yan Nange held Mengmou's small hand, his eyes sparkling with a dreamlike light.
"Mengmou." Mengmou was mesmerized by Yan Nange's dreamlike gaze and subconsciously whispered.
"Mengmou, what a beautiful name. I'll call you Mou'er, is that alright?" Since Yan Nange had already taken a liking to this girl, he quickly and decisively upgraded her address.
"Mmm!" Mengmou's neck was flushed red, almost dripping blood, and she murmured in a whisper. She didn't know what was wrong with her today. When had she ever paid attention to those men who pursued and flattered her? But today, she had inexplicably slipped into this grove, even scratched someone's face with her head, and was even held by this handsome stranger who didn't let go, yet she still felt quite fond of it. Now, even his address to her was so intimate. If others found out, how could she ever face anyone again? Thinking of this, she felt so ashamed she felt dizzy.
Seeing the girl swaying, Yan Nange quickly pulled her into his arms, found a wooden post to sit on, and placed the unconscious girl on his lap. Although the position was somewhat ambiguous, Yan Nange didn't intend to do anything to her. He channeled a breath of tranquility into her and pressed the Renzhong acupoint under her delicate nose. The girl groaned and woke up.
Mengmou shook her drowsy head and saw Yan Nange smiling at her. That smile was so special that it made Mengmou's already fragile heart pound wildly. She quickly closed her eyes, her right hand tightly gripping her clothes. She was so embarrassed.
"Mou'er, why are you pulling on your brother's clothes so hard? Look, your little hands are all red." Yan Nange took Mengmou's right hand with his other hand, gently kneading it.
Mengmou, half-asleep, felt Yan Nange holding her hands. A faint, pleasant fragrance filled her nostrils, like a soft hand gently caressing her face, soothing and comforting her. Mengmou recalled the beautiful fields and blue skies of her childhood, and her playmates. Though those times were brief, they were so beautiful. Lost in thought, Mengmou drifted off to sleep in the arms of a strange man, as if hypnotized.
In this world, there was no distinction between day and night. So the girl slept for a long time, and when she awoke, the sky was still a vast expanse of white.
"Young Master Yan, may I put Mengmou down?" Mengmou whispered to Yan Nange, who was staring blankly into the distance.
"You're awake, Mou'er," Yan Nange said softly, his tone so natural that Mengmou wondered if he had known her for years and always called her that. Yan Nange released Mengmou's left hand, placing her on the ground, but her right hand remained in his left.
"Young Master Yan, it's been so long, I want to go home." Mengmou said softly, no longer so shy after waking up.
"Alright. I don't know the way anyway, I'll walk with you and protect you. Look, there's not a soul in the forest, I'm worried about you being alone." Yan Nange was only half telling the truth. First, he was indeed worried about this delicate girl, and second, he didn't know where to go, so he might as well go with her. The girl didn't object, and he could hold her little hand like this. This was a superb enjoyment, how could he miss it?
"May I ask where Young Master Yan is from? You don't seem to be from our Muyou Kingdom." Mengmou asked softly, the two of them walking slowly hand in hand along the gravel path.
"I won't lie to you, Mengmou, I came from another world, wandered here from the square with the fountain." Yan Nange liked this girl very much and didn't want to lie to her, besides, there was no way to hide it, so he told the truth.
"The outside world? You came from the Holy Goddess Square?" Mengmou looked at Yan Nange in surprise.
"It's the outside world. It took me sixteen days to walk from the square to here, I'm exhausted. I just want to find a place to have a good meal and drink, I haven't eaten in so long." Yan Nange swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the thought of food and water, even though he could last a few more days.
"Young Master Yan, how many days have you gone without food and water?" Meng Mou asked playfully. She was afraid Yan Nange would say he hadn't eaten or drunk anything at all, that would be too unbelievable.
"I haven't eaten or drunk anything since I came to this world, sixteen days," Yan Nange replied without hesitation.
"Are you lying to Mengmou? You're joking, right?" Mengmou asked incredulously. She couldn't believe anyone could go sixteen days without food or water, especially walking all the way from the Holy Goddess Square. Unless he wasn't human, which was probably true. Didn't he say he wasn't from this world? If he wasn't from this world, was he still human? Mengmou secretly glanced at Yan Nange. Although he was incredibly handsome and unique, he didn't seem like a monster. Could he be an envoy sent by the Holy Goddess? Then why was he treating her like this? Thinking of the goddess's envoy being so intimate with her, Mengmou's ears turned bright red again.
"How could brother lie to Mengmou? I practiced a skill in that world that allows me to go a month without food or water. But I still prefer three meals a day plus a midnight snack." Yan Nange thought of the delicious grilled silver fish and swallowed hard.
"Then you're not an envoy sent by the goddess?" Mengmou hoped he was, and she also hoped he wasn't.
"Of course not. I came from Mingyue City, Anguo, Jinshi Continent. I accidentally ended up here while I was sleeping, and I couldn't find my way back, so I just randomly picked a path in the square and walked forward. I never expected to meet you here. Mou'er, we are truly destined to meet." Yan Nange finished speaking and gently squeezed Meng Mou's small hand.
Meng Mou didn't speak. She knew she had fallen for this handsome stranger, but she and this mysterious man named Yan Nange were destined to be apart, because she had already been engaged to the second prince of Huoyou Kingdom a month ago and would be marrying him in three months. This was an unchangeable fact. Moreover, for the sake of her father and Muyou Kingdom, she had no choice. Thinking of this, tears gently flowed down her face. She regretted not meeting him before she was married.
"Mou'er, why are you crying? Tell your brother what's wrong, and I'll help you." Yan Nange smiled and wiped away Meng Mou's tears.
"Brother. Waaah!" Meng Mou finally mustered up the courage to call Yan Nange affectionately. Meng Mou threw herself into Yan Nange's arms, her petite body trembling with sobs. Yan Nange held her tightly in his arms, guessing that she must be sad about something, and it was related to her feelings. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cried so much just from mentioning fate.
"Mou'er, just cry it out. Tell your brother what happened, and I'll definitely find a way to help you," Yan Nange comforted her softly, gently rubbing the hair on Mengmou's head with his chin.
"Brother, sob!" Mengmou cried even harder, releasing all the unhappiness and sadness of so many years into the arms of this man she had just met, yet who felt as familiar as if she had known him for centuries. Her small hands clung tightly to Yan Nange's strong waist, never letting go, and tightening their grip even more, as if afraid that if she let go, she would never see him again.
Yan Nange held Mengmou even tighter, letting her release all her unhappiness and sorrow. The girl's sobbing and trembling petite body made Yan Nange feel even more pity for her, and he made up his mind to make this girl his woman. No one could stop him.
Once he made up his mind, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Yan Nange's eyes, like a sword drawn from its sheath that had slaughtered countless people, its murderous intent soaring to the heavens.
Mengmou felt a sudden chill beside her as she wept, then returned to normal. She continued to hold Yan Nange, weeping bitterly, soaking his clothes piece by piece.
Mengmou cried until the sky darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, her heart was torn apart, her liver and intestines were broken, until she had soaked Yan Nange's white robes from chest to shoes before finally stopping. It slowly turned into sobs.
"Let brother see Mou'er, look, your eyes are swollen from crying, but you're still very beautiful." Yan Nange smiled and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe Mengmou's eyes. Her black veil was soaked and clung to her face; Mengmou gently removed the veil, revealing a pitiful, delicate, and beautiful face. Xiangxiang's beauty was unparalleled, pure yet alluring; Rou'er's beauty was innocent and delicate; but Mengmou's beauty was completely different from theirs. She possessed a tender and loving quality that made Yan Nange feel guilty for making her cry earlier after seeing her pretty face. How could he bear to do that?

(Chapter 121 Disaster
: 10-21 10:17:33, 3105 words)

"Mou'er is so beautiful. I will protect you from now on and never let anyone make Mengmou cry. You are so heartbreaking," Yan Nange said tenderly, gently wiping away the tears on her delicate face.
Mengmou gently rubbed Yan Nange's large hands against her pretty face, murmuring, "Brother, although I don't know where you came from or understand you, I like you. I liked you the moment I saw you. Before you, I never paid attention to any man except Father, but today I saw how cute you looked sleeping, and I couldn't help but tickle you with my head. You are the first man to hold my hand, the first man to make me shy, the first man to call me affectionately, the first man to make me want to hold your hand forever, the first man to make me faint with embarrassment, the first man to hold me in his arms, the first man to make me cry, the first man to see my face. I want to give you so many more firsts, to give you my whole self, but I can't. Brother and I are destined to be together but not to be." As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls.
“Mou’er, although I don’t know what has made you so sad, with your deep affection, I will definitely keep you by my side forever. Mou’er, would you like to stay with me forever?” Yan Nange cupped Meng Mou’s beautiful face in his hands.
“If I could, I would stay with you forever, even as your servant.” Meng Mou gazed at Yan Nange with deep affection. If she could be with him, her status wouldn’t matter at all. At least she loved him.
“How could I let you be a servant? I’m too busy cherishing you. Mou’er, tell me, who’s stopping me from being with you?” Yan Nange found a wooden post by the roadside and sat down, holding Meng Mou on his lap.
Looking at Yan Nange’s confident and heroic expression, Mou’er liked him even more. Perhaps he really did have a way; he wasn’t an ordinary person. Thinking of this, Meng Mou told Yan Nange what had happened.
Twenty years ago, when Mengmou was just seven years old, the entire Nine Netherworld was bathed in a clear blue sky, with a bright sun and a lovely moon. The fields were filled with flowers, green grass, and all sorts of plants. Seven-year-old Mengmou, newly freed, loved to play with her friends in the hunting park's garden, picking wildflowers, chasing butterflies, catching small fish in the stream, lying on the lush green grass to bask in the sun, and playing hide-and-seek.
Back then, the Sacred Water Lake between the Holy Goddess Square and the Wood Nether Kingdom wasn't as lifeless as it is now. The lake was covered with beautiful fairy lotuses, their large blue and pink blossoms swaying in the breeze against the backdrop of verdant leaves, filling the air with fragrance—a truly breathtaking sight. Beautiful duckweed floated on the lake.
Mengmou would secretly take a fisherman's small boat to the Sacred Goddess Lake to pick lotus seeds and roots. The fresh lotus roots were so clean after being picked; a quick wash with water made them incredibly sweet. The small boat glided through the Fairy Lotus Fields, and every now and then one could see beautiful lotus-picking girls sitting in their boats, dipping their small, snow-white feet in the cool, clear lake water. The air was filled with the sweet, clear voices of young girls. At that time, although the Holy Maiden Lake was unfathomably deep, its buoyancy was great; anyone who fell in would quickly float to the surface. The boatman said that the Holy Maiden Lake was blessed by the Holy Goddess, so no one had ever drowned. The lake was lush with aquatic plants and teemed with various kinds of fish. The Golden-Tailed Fish, the most famous delicacy in the Kingdom of Muyou, came from the Holy Maiden Lake. At that time, the lotus seeds, lotus roots, and fish in the Holy Maiden Lake were inexhaustible. The people lived a beautiful and prosperous life.
Those were the most unforgettable and beautiful memories of Mengmou's life.
According to Mengmou's father, Emperor Muyou, Meng Liuyun, before Mengmou was eight years old, the yields of grain and various crops were extremely high, with two harvests a year. The people had so much grain that they couldn't eat it all, and it was so cheap that it was practically free. Almost every household had a large granary filled with grain, but the surplus kept increasing. To prevent spoilage and waste, the grain was used to feed poultry and livestock, fish in the lake, and birds in the forest. Finally, as a last resort, the two-season grain harvest was reduced to one, with the other season dedicated to growing medicinal herbs. This solved the problem of excess grain. It is said that several other countries experienced similar situations.
Unexpected events can happen at any time. The people of Muyou Kingdom never imagined they would one day go hungry. In the past, mentioning someone's hunger was the cruelest insult. But now, hunger had become commonplace, and having enough to eat had become a source of pride.
It was March of the year Mengmou turned eight, the season for planting crops. After a month of sowing and watering, the seeds hadn't sprouted. Because food was plentiful, no one paid much attention, jokingly saying that this year's seeds were asleep.
A month later, one day, the seedlings sprouted overnight. At the same time, a terrible thing happened: the sun disappeared, and the sky was filled with a white fog; all the plants and animals in Saintess Lake died and withered overnight, and by noon, everything had sunk to the bottom of the lake without a trace. Some curious people tried to row a boat to the lake to investigate, but the small boats sank immediately upon being placed in the water, as if something was sucking them in. The same thing happened with other things. From then on, no one dared to go to the lake again. Some small animals went to drink the water and died afterward. The imperial physicians studied these dead animals but couldn't find the cause of death.
From then on, Mengmou could only stay obediently in the palace, never seeing her father and mother's smiles again.
The people of all the nations of the Nine Netherworld were filled with fear, believing it was the end of the world. They began holding various prayers and sacrificial ceremonies, but to no avail. The Holy Goddess, who used to occasionally appear and bestow blessings, had done nothing this year.
That autumn, the harvest began to decline. Emperor Muyou issued a decree, summoning those with agricultural expertise from all over the country to the capital, Muqing City, to discuss ways to solve the food problem. The other eight nations of the Nine Netherworld also faced this problem and were trying to find solutions, but all their efforts were in vain; the situation continued to worsen.
The time it took for crops to sprout gradually increased, and yields declined steadily. This year's seedlings hadn't even emerged yet, and the grain was only enough to last two months.
Starting in the second year after the nationwide grain production decline, large-scale artificial breeding of livestock, poultry, and fish began. However, for some unknown reason, while the first few years saw normal reproduction rates, the pace gradually slowed, leading to a death rate exceeding the birth rate. The population dwindled year by year, and now the entire nation's population can barely sustain
them for two months. Among the nine countries of the Nine Netherworld, only the Fire Nether Kingdom, despite experiencing a grain production decline in the first two years after the sun's disappearance, recovered to normal levels after the third year, and has seen a significant increase in production over the past decade. The other eight countries have purchased or traded their surplus from the Fire Nether Kingdom. All eight countries have tried various methods to uncover the secret of the Fire Nether Kingdom's high grain yields, but found nothing particularly special.
Of the eight countries, only the Wood Nether Kingdom is an agricultural nation, relying primarily on grain and livestock for survival. The other countries have highly developed industries and commerce, and possess abundant mineral resources. Therefore, after several years, the Wood Nether Kingdom is completely depleted, unable to offer anything to exchange for grain, while the other countries can still survive by trading minerals and other resources for grain. But the millions of people of the Wood Nether Kingdom cannot afford to starve. Go ahead and rob them; other countries are stronger than Muyou Kingdom.
Mengmou's beauty is renowned throughout the Nine Netherworlds. Although no one has seen her face for nearly twenty years, everyone knows she is an unparalleled beauty. Years ago, princes and nobles from various countries began to propose marriage. At every banquet, a large crowd would surround Mengmou, but she didn't fancy any of them. In the blink of an eye, Mengmou had passed the age of marriage, but her suitors only increased.

Chapter 122, Sacred Lake
: 10-21 10:17:34 Word Count: 2966

The second prince of Huoyou Kingdom, Lieyan, had been pursuing Mengmou for many years. Although he was very handsome, Mengmou didn't like him because she felt he was treacherous.
Because of this, Huoyou Kingdom sold grain to Muyou Kingdom at a higher price than it sold to other countries. But the Muyou Emperor was unwilling to gamble with the lifelong happiness of his only daughter. This year, however, Emperor Muyou had no choice but to accept Lieyan's marriage proposal. Without the grain lent by Huoyou Kingdom, countless people would starve to death within four months if Mengmou didn't marry him. Emperor Muyou even offered to cede power to Huoyou Kingdom, but all they wanted was for Mengmou to marry Lieyan. Mengmou knew her father was acting for the sake of his people; what other choice did she have?
A month ago, Lieyan and Mengmou became engaged, and they were to marry in three months. In truth, both Mengmou and Meng Liuyun knew that Huoyou Kingdom was killing two birds with one stone. Not only did they marry Mengmou, but they also rightfully gained control of Muyou Kingdom—Emperor Muyou only had one child, Mengmou, and Muyou Kingdom would belong to her in the future. Lieyan's actions, taking advantage of this opportunity, revealed his cunning and wolfish ambition.
"So, brother, although Mengmou is unwilling and desperate, she has no choice. Just forget about Mengmou," Mengmou said tearfully.
"Sister, it's not the last moment yet, don't say such things. I think we should first get me a legitimate identity, then I'll go to the Fire Nether Kingdom to see what's going on. There will definitely be a way, trust your brother." Yan Nange wiped away Meng Mou's tears and said through gritted teeth. He was now certain that there was something fishy about the Fire Nether Kingdom. Yan Nange hated treacherous and despicable people the most, especially when they were using such methods on the girl he liked. Yan Nange shot out that murderous glint of light again.
"Brother, you're so scary. Don't do anything foolish. If something happens to you, Meng Mou won't want to live anymore." Meng Mou was startled by Yan Nange's murderous gaze and hugged him tightly. Meng Mou was really afraid that he would kill Lie Yan for her sake; judging from his appearance, he definitely dared to do it.
"Don't be afraid, Mou'er. Brother knows what he's doing. Come on, I'll take you back. Do you live in the palace?" Yan Nange didn't care about Mou'er's status as a princess, because he already had two princesses by his side.
“Let’s sit a little longer. The palace where Mou’er lives isn’t far from here. Mou’er loves brother’s embrace; it’s so warm, and smells so nice,” Meng Mou said sweetly, clearly a young girl in love.
Yan Nange embraced Meng Mou, seeing her adorable expression, noticing her diamond-shaped, red, delicate lips that stirred his imagination, and couldn’t resist kissing her. Meng Mou closed her beautiful eyes, her face flushed, and met his kiss with her own red lips.
Three days later, Yan Nange rode his steed to the Holy Goddess Square, on the shore of the Holy Maiden Lake belonging to the Fire Nether Kingdom. The lake was teeming with people, and the lake was filled with small boats—it was the Fire Nether Holy Maiden Lake Harvesting Festival. Meng Mou had said that for ten years, the Fire Nether Kingdom’s Holy Maiden Lake had been open to everyone for ten days in the middle of each month. For a fee of fifty gold coins, one could enter the lake to harvest lotus seeds and roots or fish, and could fill their small boat before returning to shore, but each person was limited to one entry. Although the prices were somewhat expensive, those with some wealth could still afford them, resulting in huge crowds each time, making the Fire Nether Kingdom incredibly wealthy. People continued to flock there from all continents. Although Yan Nange had disguised his face with a fake beard and used a plant to darken his skin to resemble the common black skin of men in the Nine Nether Realms, his imposing physique, handsome face, and the mole between his brows still gave him immense beauty, drawing the attention of passersby, both men and women. There weren't many men of his height in the Nine Nether Realms.
Yan Nange had carefully analyzed the situation on the way, and he felt the key to the problem was definitely related to this Sacred Water Lake. Lakes in other countries had lost their vitality, but this part of the lake in Fire Nether was teeming with life after two years, even more so than before, and the land was the same. Could this be related to the vital energy that Xiangxiang had mentioned? Xiangxiang once said that the condition for any land, water, and air to nurture all things is the presence of vital energy. The denser the vital energy, the stronger the vitality, and the more lush and robust all things living in that space will be. Conversely, the weaker the vital energy, the weaker the vitality, and the more desolate and frail all things will be. Without vital energy, nothing can grow. As Xiangxiang said, the reason for the reduced grain production and slow livestock reproduction in the Nine Nether Kingdoms might be the decrease in vital energy in these areas, while the reason for the high grain production and rapid livestock reproduction in the Fire Nether Kingdom is the increase in vital energy. Therefore, the problem might be simple: the Fire Nether Kingdom has manipulated things. As for where they did it, Yan Nange doesn't know.
Yan Nange made a bold hypothesis: the Holy Maiden Lake is divided by the main road, and the territories of each country should be evenly divided from top to bottom (there are unequal areas, such as the Sun Nether, Moon Nether, and Star Nether Kingdoms each having only two portions of the Holy Maiden Lake). Therefore, there is a hub controlling vital energy beneath this Holy Goddess Square. If things are really as I think, then the problem is much simpler.
Yan Nange's first task was to dive to the bottom of the lake, specifically the lake in the Fire Nether Kingdom. Meng Mou had told him that no one had ever successfully reached the bottom; the most skilled had only managed to dive a dozen or so feet before giving up. Yan Nange couldn't swim, but he figured holding his breath wouldn't be a problem. His breathing was already quite deep; he just needed to be quick.
Yan Nange left his horse at the stable, presented his identification at the ticket counter, registered, paid, and received his lake entry pass. Yan Nange's current identity was that of a dissolute young master from a wealthy merchant family in the Wood Nether Kingdom, so he could roam freely. It seemed like there were plenty of people like him everywhere, and he didn't need to worry about arousing suspicion.
Yan Nange's lecherous gaze made several pretty young ladies and maids blush and their hearts race, their steps becoming frivolous, displaying his true nature as a dissolute young master. This infuriated the girls' families, but seeing his size, they dared not say anything, only glaring at him. Yan Nange, seemingly unconcerned, continued to flirt with the pretty girls with his lewd eyes.
"I must say, the girls of the Nine Nether Kingdom are really beautiful." Yan Nange was truly getting into character.
He leisurely made his way to the lakeside, found a small boat, and skillfully rowed it into the breathtakingly beautiful fairy lotus thicket. Actually, "thicket" wasn't quite accurate; it should be called a forest, because this fairy forest was incredibly tall. Standing on the boat, Yan Nange estimated he'd have to stretch his arm to reach the lotus flowers. Fortunately, lotus seeds were harvested by cutting the lotus pods; otherwise, such height would have been quite a challenge for the generally petite lotus-picking girls of the Nine Nether Kingdom.
Yan Nange's small boat glided through the lotus thicket, his lecherous behavior frequently drawing glares from the beautiful girls. Occasionally, a bold and outspoken girl would toss him a handful of lotus seeds, laugh crisply at his surprised expression, then blush slightly, give him a flirtatious wink, and row away. Yan Nange couldn't help but sigh at how adorable these girls were. If he didn't have something urgent to attend to, Yan Nange would have loved to joke around with them.
Yan Nange smiled and gradually steered the boat in a winding path to the lotus grove near the square. There were few people there. Yan Nange took out a rope, jumped into the water, and found the buoyancy strong. Following Meng Mou's instructions, Yan Nange balanced his body and tried treading water. After a while, he became more skilled and pulled the small boat into the water. Holding his breath, Yan Nange firmly tied the boat and oars to a particularly thick stem about ten feet below the surface of a cluster of fairy lotuses. After doing this, Yan Nange surfaced. Actually, he didn't feel any stuffiness in the water, which was quite strange.
After a while, Yan Nange took a deep breath and submerged again.

(Chapters 1-3: Goddess
: 10-21 10:17:35, Words: 3866)

The buoyancy of the Holy Maiden Lake was indeed very strong; Yan Nange struggled to swim downstream, as if something was pulling him to the surface. He had only descended a dozen feet, but it took him nearly half an hour. Yan Nange had exhausted his energy and was considering whether to surface when he felt a surge of heat in his dantian, a warm current filling his meridians, and the pressure in his lungs eased. He had entered a state of internal energy cultivation. Actually, he was already capable of internal energy cultivation, but because he had arrived at the Nine Netherworld before seeing the method, he didn't know how. Unexpectedly, this chance encounter allowed him to automatically enter a state of internal energy cultivation, and his power increased again.
Yan Nange looked down but still couldn't see the bottom, not knowing how deep it was. At his current pace, he might not reach the bottom even in a day. This was definitely not going to work, and Yan Nange also felt that the deeper he went, the more difficult it became. He needed to think of another way.
Yan Nange saw unusually thick lotus roots intertwined all around him. To be honest, Yan Nange's knowledge of lotus roots came from Rou'er. It was when Yan Nange first ate "crispy lotus root boxes," and Rou'er softly described the scenery of her hometown and things related to lotus seeds and roots.
Yan Nange remembered clearly that lotus roots usually grow in mud and are the roots of the lotus flower. But this Fairy Lotus was different. Starting from a depth of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters), it branched out and grew numerous lotus nodes, continuing in this manner all the way down. It seemed as if the Fairy Lotus was specifically designed to grow lotus roots for people to eat. No wonder the people of Jiuyou could harvest lotus roots in large quantities; if it truly grew at the bottom of the lake, probably no one could harvest it.
Each Fairy Lotus had a giant root with a main stem, from which lotus roots could easily support a person. Yan Nange used his finger strength to grab the main stem and climbed down. This time, his speed was much faster, and in no time he had climbed down several dozen zhang (approximately 33 meters). Yan Nange paused briefly and looked around. He had a feeling of being watched.
There was nothing unusual around him. Yan Nange's underwater vision allowed him to see things within a li (approximately 5 kilometers) radius. There were no boats approaching on the surface of the water as far as he could see, and he still couldn't see the edge of the water below, not knowing how deep it was. About thirty or forty feet ahead of Yan Nange was the lower edge of the plaza. As Yan Nange had expected, it was a single, round piece of white jade extending down, possibly all the way to the bottom of the lake.
Mengmou (Princess Muyou) said this plaza had existed since ancient times, probably at least hundreds of thousands of years old. This white jade, despite enduring so many years, hadn't accumulated any foreign matter; it was translucent and shimmering with a hazy glow. It certainly wasn't ordinary white jade. "I wonder how much such a large piece of white jade would be worth? I'd probably be richer than a country. But I'm afraid no one can afford it," Yan Nange sighed. He knew he couldn't carry such a large item, and even if he could, whether he could return to the Ice and Fire Cave was another question.
The lower Yan Nange went, the stronger the feeling of being watched became. But this watching felt benevolent, even affectionate, like parental love or a lover's tenderness. An indescribable, inexplicable warmth.
Yan Nange felt as if a voice within him was calling him, urging him to go lower and lower. Without a second thought, Yan Nange continued climbing deeper.
The deeper she descended, the clearer the feeling of being watched—or rather, gazed upon—became, and the more intense the inexplicable emotions became. It was like the deep longing of parents for their children who had traveled far away, or the longing of a wife for her husband after a long separation. The overwhelming sorrow almost brought tears to Yan Nange's eyes.
Drawn by these emotions, Yan Nange climbed for an unknown amount of time, reaching a depth below the lake's surface. Ahead, she could faintly see golden mist flowing like a stream. Was that the bottom of the lake?
"You've come? You've finally come!" A delicate, ethereal female voice, carrying a thousand emotions, echoed in her ears like a sigh.
The voice contained boundless love, endless tenderness, and care. It was as if they had known each other for millennia, as if they had been separated for millennia. Overwhelmed with emotion, Yan Nange burst into tears.
Yan Nange knew perfectly well that the woman was within the white jade within the golden mist. He frantically lunged towards her, his lithe body leaping forward like an arrow into the golden mist. Suddenly, the water stopped. Yan Nange flipped over, landing lightly on solid ground before the curved white jade wall. The golden mist had somehow seeped through this wall.
But now, Bai Yu was focused on how to see her within the wall—the woman who had brought him here, the woman who held such deep feelings for him. Bai Yu wanted to destroy this wretched wall with his palm strike; he was no longer calm and composed, but like a child.
"Ge, don't be impulsive," the ethereal female voice rang out again, as intimate as a wife's or lover's.
Suddenly, the stone wall, over three zhang square, became transparent, revealing a gigantic circular palace before Yan Nange. The palace was pure white, unadorned, with only its curved walls and golden mist. In the center of this circular space, roughly fifteen li in circumference and almost the same size as the plaza, stood a massive, translucent pink lotus throne, about three zhang high. Standing barefoot on the throne was a woman, her white robes, as white as snow, could not conceal the ethereal beauty of Zhongshan Mountain, and her dark complexion, as black as a waterfall, could not hide her otherworldly countenance. Her dreamlike face gazed blankly into the void, devoid of joy or sorrow. In the void, her slender, jade-like fingers moved with exquisite grace, and colorful flowers appeared, mysteriously dancing and swirling, gradually transforming into golden mist that merged into the flow of fog.
This woman in white evoked in Yan Nange an overwhelming feeling of tenderness and affection; he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and caress her tenderly.
"Why is this?" Yan Nange struggled to answer this question.
The woman in white pointed her slender finger at Yan Nange with an exquisite gesture. A crystal-clear, exotic flower flew towards Yan Nange,
drifting lightly along an unpredictable trajectory, passing through the transparent stone wall, and landing on Yan Nange's outstretched right hand. It trembled slightly and disappeared into Yan Nange's palm.
Yan Nange's tears suddenly stopped. It felt as if a gentle hand was softly caressing his heart; he no longer felt sadness or emotion, only a serene warmth.
Yan Nange's astonished gaze turned back to the woman in white.
The woman suddenly looked at Yan Nange, and for a moment, Yan Nange only saw a pair of dreamlike, ethereal black eyes filled with boundless affection. Then his mind went blank, immersed in the endless dreamlike quality of those eyes.
"Silly boy," a sweet, gentle voice whispered in Yan Nange's ear.
"..." Startled awake, Yan Nange saw that the serene, expressionless face suddenly melt like ice, blossoming with a playful, happy smile. She even gave the astonished Yan Nange a breathtakingly alluring wink, drawing his soul away to some unknown place, leaving him feeling tingly and lightheaded.
Silence spoke louder than words; everything was understood without being said!
"Fool, stop daydreaming. You didn't just come here to be silly, did you?" That ethereal, melodious voice rang out again, waking Yan Nange. Yes, he had forgotten how he arrived and what he was doing. Because she was simply too beautiful.
"Do we know each other well? Why do I feel like we've known each other for hundreds or thousands of years?" Yan Nange asked the ethereal woman in white, puzzled.
"Song, we are bound by a thousand-year destiny. My longing for you has been hidden for a thousand years. I have given you my feelings, so of course you will feel that we have known each other for thousands of years. My name is Lingxi, but according to Yan Lang's custom, you can call me Xi'er." Lingxi said serenely, with a hint of joy and shyness.
Seeing Lingxi's ethereal beauty once again revealing her girlish demeanor, Yan Nange was overjoyed. He didn't know how his luck had been this year; such a beautiful and ethereal fairy-like figure had come to him willingly. Alas, one can't help but believe in fate!
Yan Nange had always thought that no woman could be more beautiful than Xiangxiang (he couldn't recall the legendary beauty of Bi Wuzun or any other woman), but he didn't expect that Lingxi was no less beautiful than Xiangxiang. Xiangxiang was a wonderful combination of holiness, nobility, and allure, while Lingxi was a pure and ethereal beauty. Different types, but both captivating Yan Nange.
"Xi'er, did you call your brother here?" Yan Nange reverted to his true self. After all, she was the wife who had waited for him for a thousand years!
“Yes, Yan Lang. It’s a long story, let’s sit down and talk.” Lingxi smiled sweetly at Yan Nange’s affectionate address.
Lingxi stopped what she was doing, and with a flick of her finger, a large white lotus flew towards Yan Nange. Yan Nange sat cross-legged on the beautiful lotus, enveloped in a delicate fragrance, feeling very comfortable. The lotus was also very soft and warm to sit on, and Yan Nange secretly admired his new wife’s powerful magic.
Lingxi sat gracefully and languidly on the lotus throne, her captivating beauty making Yan Nange swallow hard. His heart pounded like a deer. (

Chapter 124
: Past Events, 10-21 10:17:35, 3093 words)

"Lingxi was originally a goddess in the Goddess Realm, and all beings in the God Realm have infinite lifespans. Five hundred thousand years ago, the goddess sent me to govern the Nine Netherworlds, the name of which comes from a deep cave on this continent, thirty thousand feet deep. At that time, it was the prehistoric era of the Nine Netherworlds, the entire continent was barren, teeming with demons and beasts, and no humans had appeared.
I spent two hundred thousand years eliminating the demons, balancing the species, and making the Nine Netherworlds vibrant with life. I then spent one hundred thousand years defeating the Fang King from the Demon Realm and sealing him in the Nine Netherworlds Cave with this white jade seal, using it to control the spiritual energy of the Nine Netherworlds. Then I used the water of spiritual wisdom brought from the Goddess Realm to enlighten a group of apes and continuously changed their living environment. One hundred thousand years ago, prehistoric humans finally appeared on this continent. Slowly, they created language and culture, and finally, eighty thousand years ago, like me..." I wished to establish nine kingdoms: the Nine Kingdoms of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Sun, Moon, Star, and Spirit. These kingdoms have been passed down to this day.
A thousand years ago, I suddenly lost all my magical power, and my mind became clouded and gloomy. Just as I was lost, the goddess's words suddenly came to me: because I had long guarded against demons, their ever-growing demonic energy had tainted me, and therefore I would often experience this situation in the future, and a love tribulation would occur a thousand years later. The goddess told me not to worry too much about my emotions, to continue cultivating, and that I would surely regain my serene state of mind and greatly increase my magical power after the love tribulation. Thus, my heart was filled with longing from that moment on, wondering what you, Yan Lang, looked like, what kind of person you were.
You must know, for a goddess, this emotion of love and longing is a very unfamiliar thing. The sudden emergence of this emotion made me feel both flustered and very curious. And so, in this endless longing and hope… A thousand years have passed in my life. Sometimes I feel I should thank that demon; without him, how could I have experienced such wondrous emotions?
Twenty years ago, the Fang King, whose power had greatly increased, broke the seal and escaped when my magic was exhausted. Because I was protected by the Divine Lotus Throne, he couldn't harm me. So he used demonic arts to seal the Lingxi Palace, preventing me from leaving; he used demonic arts to block out the sun and sky, making the Nine Netherworld lose its distinction between day and night; he sealed the exit of spiritual energy, intending to annihilate all things. I knew my tribulation of love had arrived, so I began to use the Dream Spirit Soul Searching Technique to search for your whereabouts. But I discovered you were not in this beautiful realm of the Nine Netherworld. So I planned to use a secret method to increase my magic power to break the seal and save countless lives, but while practicing, I suffered a qi deviation due to missing you. Fortunately, I stopped in time, but although my magic power did not decrease, I gained a chronic illness.
Eighteen years ago, the King of the Fire Netherworld unintentionally became involved with the Fang King, and the Fang King agreed... If they offered him forty-nine sixteen-year-old virgins on the night of the full moon on the fifteenth of each month, he would restore the Fire Nether Kingdom to normal. Thus began this cruel trade. Ten years ago, the Fang King simply went to the palace built for him by the Fire Nether King to indulge in pleasure. He used demonic arts to inject more and more spiritual energy into the territory of the Fire Nether Kingdom.
A few months ago, I used the Dream Spirit Soul Searching Technique to find your aura in an adjacent space. Your aura filled me with inexplicable joy; I knew it was you, Yan Lang. But at that time, your aura was very weak; I could only let you vaguely sense this world before disappearing. This happened several times afterward. Until half a month ago, your aura became very strong, so I used my magic to bring you to this world. I originally intended to lure you here, but you are affectionate, kind, intelligent, and brave, and you found this place on your own.” Lingxi said joyfully, her eyes sparkling with captivating light. At this moment, she truly didn't resemble a goddess; she was completely like a little girl in love.
Yan Nange never imagined that gods truly existed in this world. He had always thought that gods were simply people with long lifespans like Xiangxiang, but he never imagined that before him stood a goddess who had created the world and shaped civilization, and who was also his lover. Over a thousand years! How difficult had it been for her? Yan Nange was determined to cherish this goddess lover.
"Xi'er, how can I release you?" Yan Nange asked the lovely goddess Lingxi.
"I'll give you a Divine Essence Pearl in a moment. After swallowing it, find a place to refine it, and you'll gain magical power. Then I'll give you a Memory Pearl, which contains some cultivation techniques from our Goddess Realm. Once you have magical power, swallow it, and it will automatically integrate into your consciousness, allowing you to cultivate the spells within. It's very simple; you'll quickly master quite a few, though their effects will be somewhat limited. On
the fifteenth of next month, when the Fang King's magic power is at its weakest, steal the Demon Pearl from his body, then drip your blood onto it, and the seal here will be broken. I'll then go out and reseal him." Lingxi finished speaking and flicked two bright pearls, one green and one blue. Yan Nange reached out and took them. The pearls were cool to the touch.
“The green one is the Divine Essence Pearl, and the blue one is the Memory Pearl. Yan Lang, although Xi’er is reluctant to see you go, we must part temporarily for the sake of our future reunion. You must cultivate ten miles away from the lake, otherwise the Fang King will discover you. He has placed a demonic energy lock on this seal, and it will sound an alarm if attacked or if he senses a powerful aura. If he discovers you, we may never see each other again.” Lingxi said softly.
“Brother is also reluctant to see Xi’er go, but Xi’er is right. For the sake of our future reunion, we must part temporarily. Xi’er, brother is going now. You must wait for brother.” Yan Nange looked at Lingxi’s ethereal face and said softly. Although the two were so far apart, they did not feel any spatial barrier at all, as if they were face to face.
“Xi’er is waiting for Yan Lang to come and rescue Xi’er. Yan Lang, you must take care of Xi’er. Be careful in everything.” Lingxi spoke tenderly and reluctantly, like a young wife instructing her husband before he left. This strengthened Yan Nange's resolve to rescue her and cherish her in his arms. The thought ignited a surge of passion within him, filling him with heroic ambition.
"Xi'er, brother's leaving!" Without looking back, Yan Nange dashed upwards like an arrow, unintentionally learning light-footed martial arts again.
Lingxi sat there, a captivating smile appearing on her face before returning to her expressionless state.
Using his unintentionally learned light-footed martial arts, Yan Nange darted upwards through the lake, the fish scattering in fright at his swift movements. When he was about ten feet above the surface, Yan Nange slowly swam ashore. He placed the small boat on the water, adding some lotus roots to avoid suspicion of his wet clothes. Looking at himself in the water, he saw no change in his color, and then rowed towards the shore. Yan Nange casually gave
some lotus roots to a few pretty young girls, causing their hearts to flutter and their faces to blush. Only then, with a piece of lotus root in his mouth, did Yan Nange leisurely ride off on horseback.
"What a dissolute young master!" most of the older people exclaimed.
"That young master is so handsome!" the young ladies murmured in admiration.
"His appearance is hideous," a young man said disdainfully, only to be spat on by others, for his appearance was a disgrace to the nation.
Yan Nange rode leisurely into the Fire Nether Kingdom, passing through lakeside forests similar to those in Wood Nether, and entering sparsely populated mountainous areas. This was far more than fifty miles from Sacred Maiden Lake. Yan Nange found a secluded valley, let his horse graze freely, and used his leisurely qi to open a cave. After entering, he sealed the entrance with qi-based stone-breaking techniques. In another direction, he used his finger strength to open several air vents.
It turned out this was unnecessary, as he could now breathe internally and didn't need to breathe at all. Unfortunately, Yan Nange had forgotten this.

Chapter 125, Initial Completion
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He took out the two bright pearls from his pocket, their soft blue-green light illuminating the entire dark stone cave.
"Truly treasures! It's a pity to eat them," Yan Nange sighed, looking at the two beautiful, thumb-sized pearls in his hand. The two pearls were crystal clear. Within the shimmering light of the green pearl, a beautiful, strange flower could be seen; within the radiant light of the blue pearl, an incomparably beautiful naked woman could be vaguely seen. Fortunately, it seemed to be just a shadow, otherwise Yan Nange would have felt guilty for the rest of his life for having eaten such a beauty.
Yan Nange put the green pearl in his mouth and swallowed it. So cool! It even had a fragrance. Yan Nange felt a cool sensation travel from his mouth to his abdomen, then spread throughout his body. A delicate fragrance wafted from his abdomen to his nose, the same scent as the lotus flower he had sat on that had disappeared. Yan Nange guessed that this pure, untainted fragrance might be Lingxi's natural scent.
The thought of Lingxi's beautiful, slender curves revealed beneath her white robes warmed Yan Nange's heart. He quickly regained his composure; this could lead to a qi deviation. The goddess was truly a menace!
He circulated his Qi, completing thirty-six cycles, and his body slowly warmed. Yan Nange focused his attention on the divine essence pearl in his abdomen and began refining it with his Qi.
According to the books Yan Nange had read, this was how things were refined, but this was his first time. He regretted not asking more questions earlier.
"Yan Lang, don't doubt it, it's just like this," Lingxi's ethereal voice echoed in Yan Nange's mind.
"Thank you, Xi'er," Yan Nange thought. Lingxi didn't answer, presumably she was also cultivating.
Yan Nange calmed his mind, accelerating the circulation of his Leisurely Qi, which flowed into the Divine Essence Pearl and was stored within it.
Yan Nange closed his eyes and probed the Divine Essence Pearl with his consciousness. Suddenly, a scene appeared in his mind: as more and more Leisurely Qi entered the Divine Essence Pearl, and its circulation accelerated, after a long time, the light of the Divine Essence Pearl began to brighten, no longer the soft light, but a dazzling, intense light.
"Finally, there's a change! I can see inside now! Truly a double blessing!" Yan Nange suppressed his overwhelming joy, maintaining a clear mind and silently praying.
Seeing the effect, Yan Nange knew that, as Lingxi had said, this was the method for refining. Yan Nange
circulated his Leisurely Qi to its limit, and through his inner vision, he saw the white Leisurely Qi flowing frantically into the Divine Essence Pearl. Through the dazzling light, he could see the Leisurely Qi swirling and flying within the Divine Essence Pearl. The Divine Essence Pearl also grew brighter and brighter.
Suddenly, Yan Nange felt his leisurely energy being drawn into the Divine Essence Pearl at an incredible speed, as if it were being sucked dry. Startled, Yan Nange tried to stop the flow of his leisurely energy, but it abruptly stopped on its own. Then, the Divine Essence Pearl suddenly emitted a brilliant light, illuminating Yan Nange's entire body until it became transparent. A vast and powerful surge of heat rushed into Yan Nange's meridians, and he instantly lost consciousness. When
Yan Nange slowly awoke, he felt pain all over his body and didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Looking at the sky, he guessed he had only slept for an afternoon. Thinking he hadn't overslept, Yan Nange smiled as he lay there.
He struggled to sit up, and each movement was like a knife cutting into his bones, causing him to hiss involuntarily. He dared not move again. Yan Nange didn't know what was happening, but he believed Lingxi's words that refining the Divine Essence Pearl wouldn't harm him.
"I wonder if it's been refined yet," Yan Nange muttered to himself. He forced himself to sit cross-legged and began circulating his "Leisurely Qi.
" "Why is it so slow?" Yan Nange's consciousness sank inward, confirming that the Divine Essence Pearl had indeed been refined and vanished without a trace. Then he looked inward at his dantian.
"How could it have turned out like this?" Yan Nange was astonished to see that the originally white Leisurely Qi in his dantian had turned emerald green, the same color as the Divine Essence Pearl. Its circulation was slow and sluggish. Moreover, wherever this green Leisurely Qi (if it could still be called that) went, it brought Yan Nange endless pain, a pain that was difficult to describe in words, but it was simply worse than death.
Sweat and a sticky substance were constantly expelled from Yan Nange's body with the circulation of his true qi.
It took Yan Nange an entire night to circulate this true qi, which he called "Leisurely Divine Qi," thirty-six times. Although being enveloped by that sticky substance was very uncomfortable, Yan Nange felt different from before; his consciousness could actually extend out of his body and "see" everything within a mile radius. This was an ability Yan Nange would only acquire after reaching the seventh level of the Leisurely Qi, "Purple Qi Comes from the East."
With a casual wave of his hand, Yan Nange silently opened the cave entrance. He took a deep breath of fresh air. "Oh!" He stretched lazily.
His snow-white horse grazed not far away.
Yan Nange had already spotted a small lake nearby with his divine sense; he intended to go there to wash himself and his clothes.
Yan Nange touched the ground with his toes, his "You Shen Qi" rising high, his body soaring over two hundred zhang high like a great bird, startling him. Fortunately, he slowly descended again. When he was about three or four zhang from the mountain peak, Yan Nange tried to channel his "You Shen Qi" from the soles of his feet. Sure enough, just like touching the ground, his body flew forward with his grasp, covering over a hundred zhang in one go, reaching the lakeside.
"I can fly! Haha! Damn it, I can fly!" Yan Nange shouted loudly, jumping into the clear lake water.
After shouting and jumping for a long time, Yan Nange finally laughed and took off his clothes to bathe. After washing away the filth, Yan Nange found that he had changed again; the disguised color had disappeared. Yan Nange's skin became even more translucent and crystalline, like the finest jade. His face became more sculpted, and his lips were as red as a girl's, but without giving off a gaudy feel. Paired with his deep, dreamlike eyes, the current Yan Nange was more mysterious and possessed an irresistible allure than before.
Yan Nange smiled softly, finding his smile even more sinister, as if it contained many things.
"He changes every day, and every ten days he changes drastically. If I continue like this, I'll eventually become neither male nor female," Yan Nange muttered to himself with a wicked laugh. Overall, however, he was still happy; he was becoming more and more powerful. The dream of becoming a peerless master was getting closer and closer.
In fact, Yan Nange could now be said to be virtually invincible in the mortal world, but he didn't know it. Ignorance is bliss!
Yan Nange tried using his internal energy to dry the washed clothes and put them on. He found a large rock by the lake and comfortably lay down on it, basking in the nine or ten o'clock morning sun for a while. He stretched comfortably. But he didn't dare sleep, thinking of the goddess and princess waiting for him to rescue. The important matter was paramount.
Yan Nange scanned his surroundings with his divine sense and, finding no one else, used his light-footed skill to fly back to the small valley like an arrow.
Yan Nange easily reopened the cave with his palm, entered, sealed the entrance, sat cross-legged, and prepared to begin the second step: refining his magic.
He ruthlessly swallowed the blue memory bead containing the image of a beautiful woman. As Lingxi had said, the bead dissolved upon entering his mouth, leaving a faint sweet fragrance that reminded Yan Nange of Xiangxiang.
Yan Nange quickly calmed his mind. If he continued to let his mind wander, he would surely disappear. Thinking of Xiangxiang still on his body, he broke out in a cold sweat; he had been too careless.
Yan Nange calmed his often turbulent heart and decided that he must hone his willpower in the future. Otherwise, even the best martial arts and magic would be useless; if others didn't kill him, he didn't know when he would die from a qi deviation during practice.
As he circulated his divine energy, completing just one cycle, images and sounds suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Wow!" Yan Nange couldn't help but exclaim.
"This is outrageous!" The image of the beautiful woman inside the pearl appeared in his mind, but now she was even clearer and more beautiful, with snow-white skin, an incredibly pure face, and a devilish figure. Long black hair that reached her waist made her slender waist even more alluring. Such a beauty would be captivating even dressed, let alone naked, yet every movement exuded her feminine charm. She seemed to be explaining something.
A beautiful woman explaining magic—who came up with this idea?
Yan Nange was furious, and the consequences were severe! He couldn't help but have a nosebleed.

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