After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

It took a long time for Feng Xuan to come back to his senses.

His first thought was to doubt whether his ears had heard correctly.

Or perhaps, Siming Xingjun had suddenly decided to play a joke on him.

But as he stared at Siming’s face, trying to find a flaw in his serious expression, he found none.

Feng Xuan had known Siming for 1700 years and had never seen such a serious expression on his face.

Honestly, in such a serious situation, Feng Xuan should have been a little nervous.

But he was the type whose mind would wander more when he was nervous.

At this time, he could still be distracted by another thought.

Wasn’t it said that the Book of Fate, like the Heavenly Dao, could not be changed?

Unexpectedly, Qi Zhuoyu could actually defy the heavens and change his fate.

All he could say was, it was really like him, truly a hanging up. (TL: one who cheat in video games; a contemptuous term for those who affect other game players and the balance of the game)

There was a feeling of surprise, yet not surprise.

By this time, Feng Xuan wouldn’t ask Siming like an idiot.

How could Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate change, and why didn’t he want to kill his wife to gain enlightenment?

He had read many stories, such as the male protagonist falling in love with the female protagonist and resisting fate.

This kind of clichéd, melodramatic, and even somewhat reasonable plot, actually fell on his own head!

Feng Xuan would normally give this kind of plot ten bad reviews.

But sometimes he had to admit his double standards, when this happened to Qi Zhuoyu, he was actually a little happy.

Just, the big devil and his immortal fate with him.

It didn’t seem like such an arranged marriage and plastic after all.

“Your Highness. Have you thought about what to do?” Siming suddenly spoke.

Feng Xuan’s wandering thoughts were pulled back, “What to do?”

“Qi Zhuoyu has feelings for you, he doesn’t want to use you to gain enlightenment anymore.” Siming looked very anxious.

“Oh.” Feng Xuan responded.

Siming paused, “Your Highness, what does ‘oh’ mean?”

Feng Xuan: “It means I understand. So what can I do, you said he likes me, I can’t refute you.”

Siming was suddenly choked by him.

It wasn’t Feng Xuan who choked him, you see for yourself.

Was this something he, a salted fish, could solve?

It wasn’t like he was forcing the big devil to have feelings for him.

Besides, he had long felt that Qi Zhuoyu was a bit masochistic.

To tell the truth, Feng Xuan sometimes felt that he was quite capable of making a fuss, but he didn’t expect that Qi Zhuoyu could tolerate it and even seemed to enjoy it a bit.

All he could say was that he was strong in every sense.

Of course, it was normal for the big devil to like him.

It showed that he had a future and good taste.

He was so funny and humorous, knew how to coax people, and the key point was that he was also very handsome, Feng Xuan said that he also liked himself very much.

No wonder he waited all day today, but didn’t wait for the news of Qi Zhuoyu’s defection from the Misty Immortal Mansion.

It turned out that he had changed his mind, not only changed his mind, but also forcibly changed the direction of the Book of Fate.

The big devil wouldn’t have refrained from defecting because he was worried about implicating himself in the Misty Immortal Mansion, would he?

If it had been before, Feng Xuan would definitely not have believed it. But after seeing this changed Book of Fate, Feng Xuan’s hesitation wavered for a moment.

But only for a moment, a new problem appeared in front of him.

Once Qi Zhuoyu gave up killing his wife to gain enlightenment, it meant that he had failed his tribulation.

The end waiting for him was to turn to ashes and his soul to scatter.

Siming noticed his expression and said solemnly, “Your Highness, now it’s not just that you will die if you fail the tribulation, but the whole Three Realms will have a turmoil.”

Huh?

Hearing this, Feng Xuan was directly stunned.

What the hell.

How did the direction of this story suddenly change from a melodramatic love story to a ‘love is higher than the sky, hate is deeper than the sea’ and national hatred?

Where did he miss hearing just now?

Siming completely unfolded Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate and pointed out the changes in his Book of Fate.

If Qi Zhuoyu did not defect from the Misty Immortal Mansion today, there would not be the subsequent escape with Su Qingyan, and even less the later killing of his wife to gain enlightenment.

Instead, Qi Zhuoyu crazily tore open the barrier of the Chaotic Sea.

He released the demons and ghosts that had been trapped in the Demon Realm for decades, and even released the ancient great demons that had been trapped under the Chaotic Sea for thousands of years.

For a time, the human world was in turmoil, and there were corpses everywhere.

That’s not all.

He had already seen a more powerful and vast immortal world in the dream of the God of War Jingdu in the Sanqing Realm, which was the real world of the strong.

Qi Zhuoyu, this king of careerists, would certainly not stop at just causing havoc in the human world. His ultimate pursuit of power led him to attack the upper realm without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan still had the mood to daydream.

This changed Book of Fate indeed seemed to fit the big devil’s simple and brutal villainous thinking.

He was the type who wanted to be number one, not only did he want to be number one himself, but he also wanted to step on all those stronger than him.

Moreover, Feng Xuan fully believed that Qi Zhuoyu did have that terrifying power to overturn the Three Realms within a hundred years.

Deadly.

He had casually mentioned before that Qi Zhuoyu’s wish was to unify the Three Realms, surely he couldn’t have really hit the nail on the head?!

Feng Xuan stared at Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate, his face changing, his mood also changing.

Then, falling on the last sentence of his Book of Fate, he suddenly thought of an important question and looked at Siming, “Didn’t you say before that there would be no war in the heavenly realm within a hundred years?”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something.

Feng Xuan remembered that he had asked Siming before, what was the outcome of Qi Zhuoyu after killing his wife to gain enlightenment.

Siming said that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed, and also said that there would be no war in the heavenly realm within a hundred years.

Thinking of Qi Zhuoyu changing the Book of Fate, and the heavenly realm inexplicably having a war again.

Surely not.

Qi Zhuoyu’s original ending was that he died after killing his wife to gain enlightenment, right?

Siming broke his last illusion, “Qi Zhuoyu was originally supposed to die under the Apocalypse Thunder Tribulation.”

Feng Xuan felt a buzzing in his ears.

“He is a hybrid of human and demon, born rebellious. Not only will his seven emotions be extinguished, but he will also use the primordial spirits of a hundred thousand cultivators to sacrifice the demon knife. The Heavenly Dao is destined not to tolerate him. Your Highness is a god undergoing tribulation, your primordial spirit is among the honored gods, Qi Zhuoyu using your primordial spirit to gain enlightenment is killing a god, and will soon attract the Apocalypse Thunder Tribulation. Under the 999 thunder tribulations, Your Highness successfully undergoes the tribulation, the primordial spirit returns to the Ninth Heaven, and Qi Zhuoyu also dies and his soul scatters as a result.”

“Die and vanish, soul scatter? Is it the kind that doesn’t reincarnate?”

Feng Xuan subconsciously asked a question.

Siming nodded, “Your Highness. This is the original ending of Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate.”

Ah, this.

Feng Xuan originally thought that the big devil’s past was already miserable enough.

Who would have thought that his broken fate in the future would only get worse, not better?

If Feng Xuan had just descended to the mortal world, hearing these things would probably only make him write “none of my business” all over his face.

But he had been down for a year, had seen Qi Zhuoyu’s strength, and had also seen his silent fragility, which really made him unable to look at all this from the perspective of a bystander anymore.

Siming noticed his expression and reminded him, “Your Highness, the most important thing for you to descend this time is to successfully undergo the tribulation. Qi Zhuoyu’s fate has long been destined. Your Highness must stick to your heart and not get involved in the cause and effect.”

Feng Xuan replied in a low voice, “Oh. I know.”

…Do you look like you know?

Siming felt like facepalming a bit.

His troublesome and delicate little Highness.

He was practically writing “I don’t want Qi Zhuoyu to die and I don’t want to be a young widower” all over his face.

Thinking back to when he was in White Jade Capital, Feng Xuan was known as a rebellious person in the Heavenly Court. (TL: Bai Yujing=White Jade Capital)

To have him know the truth and still honestly undergo the tribulation was harder than ascending to heaven.

Siming sighed and said, “Your Highness, do you know why all this happened?”

Siming said, “I knew I shouldn’t have spoiled Your Highness that day, I shouldn’t have given you the Book of Fate of this mortal Xiao Qi. If you hadn’t descended with your memories, everything would have developed according to the Book of Fate. Qi Zhuoyu should have fallen in love with his master Su Qingyan. He wouldn’t have fallen in love with you, naturally he wouldn’t be unwilling to use you to gain enlightenment, he wouldn’t change the Book of Fate for you, and he wouldn’t overturn the Three Realms in the future.”

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Such a big pot, you say you’re going to throw it at me?

The more Feng Xuan listened, the more frightened he became, feeling like he had caused an unprecedented disaster and no one was there to clean up the mess for him.

He swore to the heavens that when he descended to the mortal world, he just wanted to simply open a back door and cheat.

He absolutely didn’t expect to poke such a big basket afterwards!

The fate of the Book of Fate cannot be violated.

This sentence does not deceive me.

Siming said to this point, suddenly changed the subject, “But Your Highness rest assured. Although things have come to this, there is always a way out, we still have a glimmer of hope.”

Feng Xuan: “?” There’s this kind of hope, why didn’t you say it earlier? He was scared half to death.

The life of a salted fish is also a life.

Please be aware.

Siming conjured a sharp dagger in his hand and looked at Feng Xuan, “This knife is called ‘No Grudge’, it can sever the threads of affection of mortals.”

Feng Xuan: “I feel like you giving me this knife at this time is not for me to commit suicide out of fear of crime, right?”

Siming ignored his unusual train of thought and continued to issue tasks like a key character, “Qi Zhuoyu once used an ancient forbidden technique to extract his own threads of affection, but unfortunately the side effects of the forbidden technique left residual poison in his body, so he still has seven emotions and six desires.”

“For the present, Your Highness only needs to use this dagger to sever the last thread of affection in Qi Zhuoyu’s body, so that he can be without affection or desire, and continue to fulfill his destiny of killing his wife to gain enlightenment.”

“Only by stabbing this knife into Qi Zhuoyu’s heart can his Book of Fate return to its original track.”

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