After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

After listening, Feng Xuan remained silent for a long time.

He was afraid to break this peaceful scene, and also feared it was a new illusion he had fallen into.

But the nightmare beast affectionately rubbed against his feet.

The Wutong Divine Tree in Qifeng Palace had sprouted new buds.

This time, spring had truly arrived.

Siming said, “Your Highness, please follow me.”

Feng Xuan followed with the lamp, as if in a dream, and softly said, “You said Qi Zhuoyu still had a glimmer of life in the Divine Soul Lamp? But Father said Qi Zhuoyu was destined for certain death.”

Siming spoke like a riddler. “In this world, there has never been a predetermined ending, only constantly developing and changing causes and effects.”

Feng Xuan: “.”

To be honest.

He didn’t understand, but he only needed to understand that Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t destined for certain death.

Siming: “If Qi Zhuoyu was still innately rebellious like before, with his seven emotions extinguished, insisting on overthrowing the Three Realms and trampling the White Jade Capital, then his fate would be destined to be unacceptable to the Heavenly Dao, and this calamity in the Chaotic Sea would be his death calamity.”

Siming continued, “But Your Highness changed him. Only because Qi Zhuoyu was willing to burn most of his primordial spirit for you, is there now a glimmer of life for him in the Divine Soul Lamp.”

Isn’t this the kind of cliché plot development in novels where love brings someone back from the dead?

In the past, if something like this happened to Feng Xuan, he would definitely have complained a hundred times about what a terrible setup this was.

But when it actually happened.

Feng Xuan’s first reaction in his heart was actually overwhelming gratitude.

So much so that he dared not think too deeply, and his eyes reddened.

The two unknowingly entered the Star Palace.

Stepping onto the barrier, the vast starry sky unfolded before Feng Xuan’s eyes.

Revisiting this familiar place, he remembered that last time he came to the Star Palace, it was also for Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate.

However, Feng Xuan’s state of mind now was completely different compared to his carefree self back then.

His heart began to beat rapidly again.

Feng Xuan spoke almost urgently, “Then what should I do? Nurture Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit with the Divine Soul Lamp?”

Siming: “Your Highness. Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit is extraordinary, nurturing it with the Divine Soul Lamp is unrealistic.”

Feng Xuan gradually calmed down for a moment. “Zitong, you have a way, don’t you?”

Siming nodded and reached out. “Your Highness. Please lend this small god the Divine Soul Lamp.”

Feng Xuan’s hand holding the lamp tightened.

At this moment, he almost empathized with Qi Zhuoyu back then.

After he returned to the White Jade Capital, he had met Qi Zhuoyu again at Zhujian Xiaozhu.

At that time, he hadn’t fully recovered his memories, and only tricked Qi Zhuoyu saying that old possessions could reshape one’s primordial spirit. At that time, Qi Zhuoyu only had the small pouch he left behind, and when he handed the small pouch to him, was this how he felt?

Siming reminded. “Your Highness?”

Feng Xuan squeezed the lamp, reluctantly handing the Divine Soul Lamp to Siming.

The Divine Soul Lamp slowly opened up in the Star Palace, echoing the stars in the sky.

Looking over, Feng Xuan finally understood how slim the glimmer of life Siming spoke of really was.

Back then, in order to nurture his soul, Qi Zhuoyu had almost burned up his entire primordial spirit.

The remaining wisp of primordial spirit was shattered beyond repair, so weak it was almost imperceptible.

No wonder the Divine Soul Lamp had been by his side for so long.

He hadn’t even felt Qi Zhuoyu’s presence.

Siming explained. “Your Highness. Please look at the countless stars in this Star Palace. After mortals end their fleeting lives like dew on a leaf, they become a star in the Star Palace.”

Siming lit up one of the stars. “This is the star belonging to Qi Zhuoyu.”

Feng Xuan looked over.

All the stars in this Star Palace actually looked quite similar, but Feng Xuan inexplicably felt that this one before him was extremely unique. At least in his eyes, it shone brighter than all the countless other stars.

Siming took out the wisp of primordial spirit from the Divine Soul Lamp and said gently, “Your Highness already knows, Qi Zhuoyu’s original form was a deity born together with the Father God in the Primordial River. If we want to nurture his primordial spirit, we can only put him back into the mortal realm to reincarnate, until his primordial spirit slowly completes itself through reincarnation.”

Feng Xuan paused. “…Is that possible?”

He remembered how Qi Zhuoyu often acted arrogantly in front of him, saying his body was special and could heal itself.

So it turns out this wasn’t completely him boasting? Even his primordial spirit could self-repair?

Feng Xuan quickly asked, “What about Father God?”

Siming lowered his eyes. “Your Highness. Not everyone in this world has such an opportunity.”

Feng Xuan’s expression darkened.

Siming comforted. “Please don’t worry, Your Highness. Everyone’s destiny is different, as long as you wait patiently, after a long time, everyone will meet again.”

In the Divine Soul Lamp, Qi Zhuoyu’s weak wisp of primordial spirit indeed slowly floated up.

Then, as if guided by something, it slowly disappeared into the star that belonged to him.

Feng Xuan stared without blinking, until Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit completely merged into the star.

His eyes reddened. “What will Qi Zhuoyu reincarnate as?”

Siming shook his head. “Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate has begun to be rewritten. Perhaps a scholar, perhaps a beggar, perhaps a bird in the mountains. What Your Highness needs to do is to wait quietly.”

Siming didn’t tell him how long the wait would be.

Maybe a year, maybe ten years, or even a hundred years.

But it didn’t matter.

Qi Zhuoyu had once waited for him for many, many years.

As long as he could do it.

He could do the same for him.

**

From that day on, Feng Xuan began to frequently visit the Star Palace.

Sometimes he would sit for half a day, and sometimes he would stay inside for days and nights without coming out.

When he came to the Star Palace, he would pass through the Divine Wood Forest.

The seasons changed here, with only the sun and moon remaining constant.

Feng Xuan would pick some fruits to eat.

After eating, he would study Qi Zhuoyu’s star for a while, poke this little broken stone with his finger, and mutter, “Big devil, have you reincarnated yet?”

Perhaps because he poked the star during the day.

At night when he returned, Feng Xuan had a dream under the Wutong Divine Tree in Qifeng Palace.

He dreamed that Qi Zhuoyu reincarnated as a cold-blooded and ruthless tyrannical emperor, not only cruel and heartless but also missing arms and legs, who married a woman he didn’t love and then hung the empress on the city wall for three days and three nights. It was bad enough that he favored a concubine, but absurdly in the dream, this seductive concubine’s face was actually his own. After experiencing a long life of having his heart and liver dug out, emotional and physical torture, Qi Zhuoyu finally realized that he still loved the empress, and then stabbed himself to death with a sword.

Then Feng Xuan was awakened by this dream, feeling angry.

The next day he went to the Star Palace and forcefully hammered Qi Zhuoyu’s star.

After holding back for a long time, he couldn’t help but say. “I think you’d better not reincarnate as an emperor. If you have other wives in the mortal realm, I’ll really be angry.”

Feng Xuan paused, remembering how his heart and liver were dug out in the dream, and shuddered. “Also, don’t randomly dig out other people’s hearts and livers. You’ll lose merit points, understand?”

Sometimes, Yue’er would accompany him to sit for a while.

When entering the Star Palace, Yue’er was amazed. “With so many stars, how do you know which one is your senior brother?”

Feng Xuan could quickly find Qi Zhuoyu, and said righteously. “Isn’t it easy? Qi Zhuoyu’s star is different from others.”

Yue’er: …How the hell is this different from other stars?

Excuse me for disturbing your love-addled brain.

Goodbye!

Feng Xuan occasionally visited the demon realm in the Chaotic Sea as well.

Ever since he inexplicably became a hero at Yingxu Palace last time, the entire demon realm treated him as the Demon Consort. When he entered and exited Yingxu Palace, basically no one from the demon race dared to stop him.

However, Feng Xuan didn’t manage those government affairs.

The demon realm’s affairs were still managed by Li Chaofeng. Every time he came to the demon realm, Li Chaofeng would enthusiastically invite him to look around everywhere, to prove that although he was a dog, he was managing things quite well.

Coming many times, Feng Xuan had the illusion that he was specially coming to the demon realm to help Qi Zhuoyu walk his dog.

Of course, the place he visited most often, besides the Star Palace, was Zhujian Xiaozhu.

Feng Xuan really bought a lot of seeds from the town at the foot of the mountain and planted them in the courtyard of Zhujian Xiaozhu, just like in that illusion. When summer came, he planted many fruit trees, and in autumn, these fruit trees blossomed and bore fruit.

In the blink of an eye, it was winter again.

On this day, Feng Xuan went to the Star Palace to study Qi Zhuoyu’s star as usual.

Just as he reached the entrance of Siming’s Palace, he saw Siming standing there from afar.

Feng Xuan’s footsteps gradually slowed down, he had an inexplicable strange premonition in his heart.

This premonition grew stronger as he got closer to Siming’s Palace, until he walked up to Siming.

Siming silently curved his lips, sighed, with a relieved and congratulatory meaning. “Your Highness. Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate has been completely written.”

The completion of the Book of Fate meant that a person’s life had taken shape.

In other words, Qi Zhuoyu had found an opportunity for reincarnation.

When Feng Xuan received Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate, his hands were slightly shaking.

However, when he saw the first line of his Book of Fate, he blacked out, feeling that he was actually shaking with anger.

Trashy Senior brother.

He really reincarnated to become an emperor?!

So ridiculous.

In Feng Xuan’s mind, that stupid dream of Qi Zhuoyu becoming an emperor instantly appeared. He even vividly remembered his appearance with missing limbs, and finally stabbing himself to death with a sword.

Siming noticed his expression was off and quickly asked, “Your Highness. What’s wrong?”

Feng Xuan shook his head. “Nothing. Can I go to the mortal realm to see him in advance?”

Siming hesitated for a moment. “If this small god says no, would Your Highness listen to my advice?”

Feng Xuan blinked innocently.

Siming: “…”

How dare he hope that a rebellious one from the Ninth Heaven would obediently listen.