When Qi Zhuoyu returned to his divine position.
White Jade Capital sent down the biggest lightning tribulation in history.
It even alarmed many ancient gods, who poked their heads out to watch.
Yue’er remembered she was arranging red strings in the Moon Palace, while complaining to the Moon Goddess that Feng Xuan was just a love-brain.
He had men but no friends, and after so many days in the mortal realm, he must have completely forgotten he still had his little darling in White Jade Capital!
The Moon Goddess calmly refuted, revealing the truth. “You’re not his little darling either.”
Yue’er: “.”
Ahhhh.
Master, how could you side with outsiders!!
Then she saw that bolt of lightning from Biluo River.
Yue’er counted, a full nine bolts, the nine-nine great lightning tribulation, which hadn’t been seen for tens of thousands of years. What kind of figure was ascending to godhood today? And how strange, the Emperor was actually quite soft-hearted, belonging to the faction of gods who loved mortals in the divine realm.
Mortal cultivation was arduous, so when they ascended, the Emperor’s lightning tribulations were usually perfunctory.
It was very much like.
When you scored fifty-nine points, the teaching elder would try hard to find some useless merit like your good character, usual good performance, or beautiful handwriting, to pull you up to the passing score of sixty.
But the lightning tribulation that just flashed by.
Each bolt was more fierce than the last, at a glance, almost all were great lightning tribulations from Biluo River that could be named.
Yue’er couldn’t help but sigh. “The last time I saw the Emperor strike such a big lightning tribulation was when he struck that Demon Venerable from the Chaotic Sea.”
The Moon Goddess didn’t say anything.
After Yue’er finished speaking, she mulled over her own words.
As if understanding something, she exclaimed in shock. “Master. These nine bolts of lightning tribulation, they couldn’t still be striking that Qi Zhuoyu, could they!”
A full month had passed since the day Qi Zhuoyu underwent the lightning tribulation.
It would be a lie for Feng Xuan to say he wasn’t worried.
After all, he was only two thousand years old and hadn’t seen many true gods ascend.
He didn’t know if other ancient gods suddenly disappeared under the lightning tribulation when they ascended.
In any case, thinking of the nine bolts of heavenly lightning his father struck.
Feng Xuan felt more anxious, always feeling like Qi Zhuoyu had been directly struck to ashes!
“Does Father look like the type who would deliberately break up a loving couple?” Feng Li put down the memorial, looking at him helplessly.
Feng Xuan was currently lying on his lap acting coquettishly. Hearing this, he silently nodded.
Feng Li: “…”
Feng Li glanced at him sideways and said, “You’ve made up your mind, even stealing your Father God’s jade pendant to give to that brat, what threat does Father’s lightning tribulations still pose to him?”
Feng Xuan made a small correction. “It was borrowed.”
Looking up, he saw Feng Li’s expression of utter disappointment.
It was very much like that look of “Father painstakingly raised this little cabbage for thousands of years only for it to be rooted up like this” and a kind of “not even married off yet but already siding with outsiders” incompetent look.
“Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit is special, like your Father God’s, born from the Primordial River as one of the first gods. After he undergoes the lightning tribulation and returns to his divine position, his primordial spirit will return to the Chaotic Sea to be reshaped, regathering divine power,” Feng Li slowly explained to him.
So that’s how it was.
He had thought Qi Zhuoyu was really struck out of existence by his father.
Feng Li continued. “Moreover, Father didn’t deliberately make things difficult for that boy.”
Feng Li: “He cultivated too quickly, the lightning tribulation matched his cultivation. If the nine-nine lightning tribulation wasn’t sent down, he would have had difficulty ascending successfully.”
Seeing Feng Xuan obediently lying on his lap.
From Feng Li’s angle, Feng Xuan’s eyes and brows actually resembled Ying Zhu more than himself.
Feng Li couldn’t help but soften, his voice becoming much gentler. “Ling’er was so heartbroken for him back then, Father watched you go through that, how could he bear to see you suffer again.”
He sighed. “Such things. Once is already enough.”
“Father doesn’t want you to continue suffering.”
From that day on, Feng Xuan suddenly had an awakening of conscience and decided to help Emperor Father share some government affairs.
As a result, after making a mess of Feng Li’s government affairs in Lingxiao Palace, Feng Li’s fatherly love seemed to be exhausted, and he drove him out, telling him to go bother his Senior brother Jingyu in Qingqiu.
For a time, Feng Xuan had nothing to do in the divine realm.
Suddenly, he returned to how he was five or six hundred years ago, when he was a carefree and happy little bird in the divine realm.
Sometimes, he would go to Siming Palace to play cards. Siming was still the same old way, deliberately using his ability of foresight while playing cards to guess all their hands in advance. Yue’er nearly lost everything, and seeing that Feng Xuan still had strength left, she was suddenly incredulous.
“How do you still have money to lose?”
In the past, when playing with Siming until now, it was always the two of them who lost everything.
Times have changed. Feng Xuan pointed to the necklace on his neck, showing off his wealth in a low-key manner.
The little treasury left to him by the big devil could finally be put to use one day.
Scanning with her divine consciousness, Yue’er felt jealousy crawling all over her heart.
Tugging at Feng Xuan, she spoke very sincerely, “Treasure Ling, does your husband’s demon realm still have this kind of stupid rich man who always gets himself killed and then accidentally leaves a large inheritance to his wife? I feel like I could immediately go be a young widow.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
There were none with a lot of money, but there seemed to be one who was stupid.
Oh no, it wasn’t a person either, it was a big dog.
Sometimes, he would also go to the Moon Palace to read novels with Yue’er.
Those love stories of infatuated men and resentful women accumulated over hundreds of years filled half of the Moon Palace.
Yue’er would also chat with him while winding red strings.
When talking about immortal fates, Feng Xuan suddenly remembered that he and the big devil seemed to be this so-called destined immortal fate.
He was a bit curious and asked while holding the red string. “How exactly are destined immortal fates formed?”
Yue’er wound the red string well and answered honestly. “Actually, we in the Moon Palace aren’t very clear about this either.”
Feng Xuan looked at her with a face that said, “You’re not mistaken, isn’t this your business?”
Yue’er said, “Destined immortal fate, since they are fated, don’t belong to the red strings we draw out in the Moon Palace. It should be a naturally occurring cycle of cause and effect, there’s a result of being together, so there must be a cause of first meeting.”
Yue’er also said, “Such immortal fates are very rare, even cutting off the threads of love is useless. Because as long as the two people meet again in this world, new threads of love will grow.”
Feng Xuan listened with partial understanding, but fortunately, he didn’t have the habit of digging to the root of things.
As a salted fish little bird, all problems he couldn’t understand could be solved by sleeping.
Of course, he wasn’t completely heartless.
Occasionally when free, Feng Xuan would also run to the Chaotic Sea, sit on the cliff face of the Dongyi demon clan, boredly resting his chin on his hand watching the sunrise and sunset, and incidentally checking on how Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit was being reshaped.
Thus, spring went and winter came.
Another year passed in the mortal realm.
After hundreds of years of changes, Misty Immortal Mountain had undergone great transformations. Those deep chasms and ruined walls that were originally caused by the immortal-demon war were now all covered by new flowers, grasses, trees, and new life.
The originally magnificent Duobao Pavilion was now gradually covered with moss, and the Shangqing Academy that Feng Xuan once hated the most was also occupied by towering dense vegetation.
At some point, those spiritual beasts in the deep mountains gradually gathered again at the Misty Immortal Mansion.
Perhaps because of Feng Xuan’s divine power, the originally exhausted spiritual veins slowly awakened again in Misty Immortal Mountain.
