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After staying at home for three days, Huan Mo Lin suddenly visited, claiming to bring a box of gifts on behalf of someone else.
Zi Wan was too distracted to respond and asked Xiao Qian to set it aside. Before leaving, Huan Mo Lin cast a deep glance at Zi Wan, smiling enigmatically, leaving her puzzled for the entire night.
Once Xiao Qian extinguished the candlelight, she closed the door and exited the room. Zi Wan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her thoughts lingering on Jian Cen, who was still enduring the seven hardships of mortal life. Ultimately, she decided to sit up in bed, preparing to descend to the mortal realm to see him.
She wondered how Jian Cen was faring after her departure; it surely couldn’t be good!
However, after taking a few steps, Zi Wan turned back. The small box brought by Huan Mo Lin had been forgotten in the corner.
At that moment, in the dark room, the box emitted a faint glow, and a waft of lotus fragrance filled the air—Jian Cen's scent!
Jian Cen's true form was a white lotus under the Buddha's seat, pure and flawless, with a gentle sweetness that exuded fragrance.
Zi Wan opened the box to find a crystal-clear pearl quietly resting inside.
The floral scent enveloped her, entering her nostrils and traveling down her trachea straight to her heart, stirring her emotions and disrupting her calm.
How could she not know? This was Jian Cen's inner elixir! The inner elixir was of utmost importance to both immortals and demons.
If anything were to happen to the inner elixir, his true self would be lost forever.
Gently cradling the inner elixir in her palm, Jian Cen's intentions seeped through it into her very bones—“Zi Wan, I am waiting for you on Qingfeng Mountain. Let’s not miss each other.”
Zi Wan tilted her face up, forcing back her tears. She carefully stored her inner elixir and summoned her celestial energy, instantly transporting herself to Qingfeng Mountain. Her charming young man was waiting for her there!
Unfortunately, due to her poor cultivation, Zi Wan made a mistake upon landing and with a loud splash, fell into the celestial pond at the top of Qingfeng Mountain, sending water flying and soaking the celestial herbs nearby. Qingfeng Mountain remained blanketed in snow, and the pond was icy cold, making her shiver and turn pale.
Not far away, beside the pond, Jian Cen in a red robe crossed his arms, looking both amused and exasperated as he observed the drenched Nine-Tailed Fox. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Shishu, it’s been a while. How come you seem to be regressing in your studies?”
Zi Wan, who usually wouldn’t let anyone else suffer if she was having a hard time, snorted coldly, momentarily forgetting her original purpose for coming here. With a wave of her hand, she pulled Jian Cen into the pond with her.
Jian Cen deliberately didn’t dodge and swam over to her side, wrapping her in his arms. He ruffled her hair and smiled indulgently. “Even though you’re just a Nine-Tailed Fox with poor magical skills and made me pine away in the mortal realm, leading to my early demise… well, since you’ve invited me for a romantic bath together, I’ll reluctantly accept your affection!”
Zi Wan pretended to remain calm as she pouted and fixed her gaze on Jian Cen, arrogantly asking, “Come on then, Little Disciple, how long have you been secretly in love with me?”
Such a silly question was beneath Jian Cen’s consideration. Instead of answering, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
The kiss left her speechless; it made her dizzy and weak in his embrace. It drew the attention of passing Little Disciples on the mountaintop who gathered around to watch…
The mortal realm recorded this: On the immortal Qingfeng Mountain lived a pair of beautiful beings—the female Old Cow indulging in Young Grass, specifically the prince from the Nine Heavens. Eventually discovered by the younger generation, she was brought before Taiyi Zhenren for questioning. Young Grass stood by with crossed arms, watching coldly until Old Cow was nearly drowned by everyone’s spittle before stepping forward calmly to confront Taiyi Zhenren.
“Master Ancestor, please spare Shishu. She has been yearning to marry for thousands of years and made a wrong step out of desperation. However, she has promised to take responsibility for me. Given that she is my Shishu, I’ll reluctantly agree.”
Well then, as Shishu now, she had no choice but to set an example for the younger generation. A handsome man could be flirted with but must be given a title—treated well and prepared to bravely shoulder responsibilities at any moment! Especially if he was that kind of devilishly handsome man!
Much later on, Zi Wan lay in Jian Cen’s embrace flipping through a script Xiao Qian had brought from the mortal realm. She complained unhappily, “Why are you Young Grass and I’m Old Cow? My celestial age is clearly younger than yours!”
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