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On that day, Ye Chuanze stayed at Purple Cloud Palace. He originally planned to visit Purple Cloud Palace to ask Hongjun a few questions and leave afterward, not intending to stay. However, when faced with Hongjun's request, he found it hard to refuse. Considering that Fuxi and Nüwa were currently in seclusion and he would return to Buzhou Mountain to find it lonely, he agreed to stay that night at Purple Cloud Palace.
Upon hearing his agreement, Hongjun's expression remained calm, showing no particular emotion, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
As usual, Ye Chuanze's dwelling was by the lotus pond outside Hongjun's sleeping chamber, where the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus quietly bloomed. Among the pool of White Lotus green leaves, this solitary Black Lotus stood out prominently. Even though Ye Chuanze had deliberately concealed himself, he could not be overlooked. From a distance, one could easily spot it.
The Full Moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brightly.
Hongjun Daoist draped in a white robe approached, holding a jug of wine as he walked through the moonlight.
Noticing his arrival, Ye Chuanze revealed his ethereal form and sat cross-legged on the Lotus Platform. His voice was somewhat hoarse from not speaking for a long time as he said, "Why are you here? I thought you were asleep."
"Sleep is inconsequential to me," Hongjun's voice sounded even colder under the quiet moonlight.
Ye Chuanze fell silent upon hearing this. At their level of cultivation, sleep was merely a way to pass time; there was no physiological need for it.
Hongjun walked over to the stone table, lifted his robe to sit down, placed the jug of wine on the table, and took out two wine cups. Seeing this, Ye Chuanze felt even more puzzled—why were there still two cups? "Do you have a guest tonight?" Ye Chuanze couldn't help but ask.
Hongjun glanced at him and coldly uttered two words, "No guest."
"Ah..."
"If you want to ask why there are two cups, there's no need to speak," Hongjun interrupted him.
"..." Ye Chuanze silently swallowed back his question.
Hongjun poured himself a drink and, in just a short while, had downed several cups of alcohol. His voice was slightly deeper than usual, lacking its usual coldness. "This wine is so strong! What a good drink!"
Ye Chuanze felt curious and looked directly at the wine cup in Hongjun's hand. He noticed that Hongjun's fingers were long and pale as jade, with distinct joints, making them quite beautiful. The blue wine cup held clear liquid, and the moonlight shone on it, giving off a faint glow. Ye Chuanze regretted not having a physical form at that moment, unable to taste the fine wine that Hongjun praised so highly.
Seemingly aware of his gaze, Hongjun looked up at him and saw the longing expression on his face. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, slightly curling his lips into a shallow smile, teasingly asking, "What's wrong? Are you craving something?"
Ye Chuanze felt his face flush at the remark and quickly turned his gaze away, adopting a serious tone. "I don't even have a mouth; how could I be craving anything?" He didn't even have a physical form, let alone a mouth. Besides, if he had a mouth to savor the world's delicacies, he wouldn't be sitting here staring at Hongjun. He would have rushed over to snatch his wine cup and take his Wine Jug, drinking until he was satisfied.
Hongjun understood his little thoughts but chose not to expose him. He merely shook his head slightly and said, "Once you attain a human form, I will bring you all the fine wines in the world so you can drink to your heart's content."
"I'll hold you to that! If you go back on your word, I'll burn you alive!" Ye Chuanze quickly replied.
Hearing this, Hongjun shook his head helplessly, chuckling in disbelief. "Do I seem that untrustworthy to you?"
"Cough cough..." Ye Chuanze realized he had spoken too quickly just now and momentarily let slip his true nature. He began to try to salvage his image, saying, "I just worry you might forget. You know how it is; getting older means my memory isn't what it used to be."
Hongjun looked at him with a gentle smile like flowing water. "Are you saying I'm getting old?"
"…No! Absolutely not! Master, you are unparalleled in beauty, a celestial being with grace that could topple nations. I admire you so much; how could I ever think less of you?" Ye Chuanze immediately launched into a flurry of compliments for Hongjun. He would never admit that he was startled by Hongjun's unusually gentle smile from earlier. He would rather face an expressionless face than one that resembled a smiling tiger.
"Cough cough..." Hongjun cleared his throat twice and reprimanded him with a serious expression. "Do not speak such nonsense!"
"…" Ye Chuanze fixed his gaze intently on Hongjun's slightly flushed cheeks and fell silent.
Calmly picking up the wine cup, Hongjun continued without changing his tone, "I think I've had a bit too much to drink..."
In response, Ye Chuanze remained expressionless and coldly let out two soft laughs.
A cool evening breeze swept in, bringing with it the faint fragrance of lotus that calmed the heart.
After a long period of silence, Ye Chuanze suddenly spoke, "Master, today as I passed by a mountain, I encountered something extremely strange." He recounted everything he had experienced on that mountain without holding back and finally asked, "Master, is there truly such a thing as demons?"
Hongjun pondered for a moment before replying, "Naturally, they exist."
"Then... where are the demons now? Why have we never heard of their existence or seen one?" Ye Chuanze asked again.
Hongjun responded, "Demons naturally have their own domain. The heavenly way has its own ethics and principles. When the righteous path prevails, demons do not emerge."
"If the righteous path declines, do demons then rise?"
Upon hearing this, Hongjun looked at him meaningfully but did not answer.
Ye Chuanze did not press further; he already knew the answer.
After a long while, Ye Chuanze asked another question that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, "Master, what are demons and what gives rise to them?"
"To disrespect heaven and earth, to fear no divine punishment, to act without restraint and not follow the righteous path—this is the way of demons. Demons arise from the heart and grow from desire."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze's mind immediately conjured the image of that man: dressed in black like the deep night, with fierce brows and eyes, acting according to his whims—arrogant and overbearing. Compared to the Righteous Immortal, that man resembled a demon more closely.
After a brief silence, Ye Chuanze voiced a question that had long troubled him: "Can a person who has died be reborn?"
Hongjun looked up at him, his gaze lingering on Ye Chuanze's face for a long time before slowly saying, "No."
After hearing this, Ye Chuanze slightly lowered his gaze. If a person cannot be reborn after death, what if that person had never died in the first place?
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Hongjun poured himself another cup of wine and drank it alone. When the Wine Jug was empty, he shook the hollow jug and, seeing there was not a drop left, casually tossed it into the lotus pond.
Ye Chuanze looked surprised and said, "Why are you throwing things around?" He used the power of the Lotus Platform to retrieve the empty Wine Jug into the space within it. After all, this lotus pond was his "home," and he couldn't let it become a garbage dump.
Hongjun's voice was hoarse as he replied, "It's just a Wine Jug; you don't need to care about it."
"It's not about caring or not. Forget it..." Ye Chuanze looked at Hongjun's slightly flushed cheeks and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. This was why he didn't want to deal with someone who was drunk. Drunk people were often unreasonable, always missing the point in conversations, and their logic was completely off! Communication became impossible.
"Black Lotus, stay with me, okay?" Hongjun looked at him with reddened eyes.
"No," Ye Chuanze answered without hesitation.
Hongjun frowned in dissatisfaction upon hearing this. "Why not?"
"I don't like it here; it's too desolate and boring. It's just you and me."
"Isn't it good that it's just you and me?" Hongjun asked, looking at him.
"No, it's not good at all. Just you and me makes life dull, lacking passion and excitement. I prefer the outside world—scheming, killing for treasure, fighting against each other. I enjoy that thrilling and tumultuous life; just thinking about it makes my blood boil with excitement." Every man harbors a dream of conquering the world, and Ye Chuanze was no exception.
Previously limited by his identity, Ye Chuanze didn't dare to dream bigger; struggles for power and dominance over Primordial were beyond his reach. But now that he feared no one and his transformation into human form was imminent, his ambitions grew. He wanted more; he wanted to rise higher. He refused to be buried among the masses or be grouped with those weak and ordinary ants.
In the realm of Primordial beings, who lacked ambition? Di Jun, Nuwa, Zhun Ti, the Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng... Each one had their own schemes and refused to be subservient to others. And Ye Chuanze's ambition was no less than anyone else's.
After listening to this, Hongjun furrowed his brow and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "If you stay, I can help you transform."
"No need; I can rely on my own strength to transform," Ye Chuanze rejected firmly. His pride matched his ambition; if he couldn't even overcome the Transformation Thunder Tribulation, how could he talk about fighting for power in Primordial?
Hongjun sighed upon hearing this. He looked at Ye Chuanze's calm yet determined expression, his gaze slightly dazed. At first, what attracted him was the straightforward and intense desire and ambition on his face. Though weaker than anyone else, he persisted with confidence more than anyone. Despite being so small, it felt as if he held the world in his hands; it seemed that nothing was unattainable if he wanted it. His ambition was unreserved, so candid that it was impossible to dislike.
"Do as you wish," Hongjun said lightly, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness, his demeanor languid.
This time, it was still Hongjun who yielded; he could never force him. Because he knew that forcing would not yield what he desired. To capture a beloved prey, patience was essential, and he understood this well.
Hongjun slightly raised his eyes, his gaze landing on the untouched second wine cup on the stone table, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Did you not ask me why there are two wine cups?"
Ye Chuanze remained silent, quietly waiting for him to continue.
"That one is prepared for you."
"..." Ye Chuanze felt a jolt in his heart, a wave of excitement coursing through him.
Hongjun looked up at him, "You need to transform quickly; I am waiting for you to join me for a drink."
After a moment, Ye Chuanze calmed his emotions and smiled lightly at him, "Master, one cup of wine won't satisfy you. When the time comes, I will accompany you to drink all night long until we are drunk!"
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