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The dazzling golden light faded, revealing Ye Chuanze, whose clothes were completely destroyed, leaving him bare. His fair figure was tall and graceful, with legs sprawled on the ground, black hair cascading around him. A Black Lotus mark adorned his forehead, accentuating his handsome features in a captivating manner. A massive Twelve-Grade Ink Lotus floated above him, enveloped in a faint purple glow.
The Primordial Immortals were astonished; there was not a single trace of injury on him. The nine bolts of tribulation lightning had struck Ye Chuanze directly, charring his body black as coal and burning away all his hair. Yet now, he appeared unscathed, without a single wound.
It turned out that the accompanying treasure, the Twelve-Grade Ink Lotus, had automatically protected its master, blocking the final bolt of lightning and allowing Ye Chuanze to escape disaster. As for the golden light, it was the Merit Golden Light emanating from within Ye Chuanze, repairing his damaged body.
With his eyes closed, Ye Chuanze lay on the ground, having exhausted all his strength; he felt as limp as a puddle of water, even moving a finger seemed difficult. In contrast, his mind was exceptionally clear. He could acutely sense the Merit Golden Light weaving through every part of his body like threads, stitching up his wounds and flesh. He felt the pain gradually dissipate as his injuries healed little by little; being unable to move made his senses extraordinarily sharp.
He could even perceive the divine thoughts directed at him from all directions—some came from Kunlun Mountain, some from Heavenly Palace, others from the West, Blood Sea, Northern Sea, and Buzhou Mountain...
Ye Chuanze couldn't help but smirk; he truly had a significant presence to attract so much attention. After the tribulation passed, the Twelve-Grade Ink Lotus withdrew its purple protective barrier and flew towards Ye Chuanze, merging into his forehead. The Black Lotus mark on his brow flickered with a hint of purple light before vanishing completely, returning to its calm state as before.
The sky remained heavy with dark clouds, showing no signs of clearing; the world was dim and gloomy. Normally, after a tribulation passed, everything would return to normal, but now it felt unusually strange. The Primordial Immortals pondered whether something else was about to happen.
Recalling the recent events—the birth of humanity, Nüwa becoming a saint, and Ye Chuanze undergoing tribulation—these occurrences had come one after another without giving anyone a moment to breathe. The Primordial Immortals quickly regained their composure. Whatever else may come, they were ready.
After waiting for a long time in silence with no further events unfolding, disappointment crept into the hearts of the Primordial Immortals; reality was entirely contrary to their expectations, leading to a significant psychological gap.
Suddenly, Ye Chuanze —lying motionless on the ground like a puppet—felt a chill on his arm as droplets fell upon it. It began to rain softly at first but soon intensified into a downpour. The raindrops were large enough to sting as they hit his arms.
With a rumble of thunder, the rain poured down heavily; this was the first rain since summer began this year. Accompanied by thunderclaps, it fell upon the Primordial Land, nourishing all Sentient Beings. The flowers and grass that had been parched under the scorching sun revived with vibrant green due to the rain's nourishment; the dry earth became soft again as birds and beasts in the forest raised their heads to drink in the heavenly dew.
This was a blessing; just as his name suggested, Ye Chuanze's tribulation brought forth sweet dew that nourished and sustained all Sentient Beings in heaven and earth. However, he himself suffered greatly from this lightning tribulation; while the Merit Golden Light repaired his damaged body, it could not alleviate his pain. Having exhausted all his strength during the tribulation, he lay on the ground like a corpse, unable to move at all.
The heavy rain fell upon him like countless slaps; it actually hurt quite a bit. The yellow earth beneath him turned muddy from the rainwater as he lay in a pile of muck with black hair soaked in mud and yellow dirt covering him entirely. He resembled a silent corpse trapped in filth and unable to move. He wanted to use magic to shield himself from the rain but found himself utterly drained of power.
He couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating smile; what an embarrassing situation! That lightning tribulation was ruthless! It left him no way out at all. He began to suspect that perhaps Heaven had intentionally sent this rain just to humiliate him: "If I can't kill you with lightning, I'll make you suffer this way! What can you do about it?" Ye Chuanze thought how fortunate it was that he was too weak to move; otherwise, he would have given Heaven the middle finger.
Before long, where Ye Chuanze lay became a pool of muddy water; he found himself lying in it completely soaked with dirty water and looking utterly miserable.
Ye Chuanze thought that if someone were to come along and help him now, he would never forget their kindness and would surely repay them in kind in the future!
Suddenly, light footsteps approached as someone slowly walked toward him.
Ye Chuanze felt a sudden flutter in his heart; this familiar presence could only belong to one person.
The person stopped in front of him, and Ye Chuanze knew without looking that the individual was surely frowning at him. That person always preferred cleanliness, and seeing him in such a disheveled state would likely make them want to avoid him.
As expected, he heard a sigh from that person, seemingly filled with helplessness.
Had the rain stopped? Ye Chuanze wondered, as the rainwater hitting him had disappeared. Was it really over? No, it couldn't be. He could still hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ground around him; it was still pouring heavily.
"You! Why do you always get yourself into such a mess? It really makes me feel sorry for you," he heard that person say with a tone that seemed to carry a hint of concern.
Ye Chuanze listened, feeling dissatisfied and wanting to protest. It wasn't like he wanted this to happen; he didn't cause this mess himself. It was the heavens that seemed to have it out for him, striking him with lightning for no reason. What did that have to do with him? It was all the heavens' fault!
Wait...?!
A pair of hands wrapped around his waist, and he was lifted off the ground, cradled in that person's arms.
Ye Chuanze leaned against their chest and heard them say helplessly, "Master, I have to bathe and change again."
Ye Chuanze huffed in dissatisfaction internally. If he found him so distasteful, then why hold him? He hadn't asked to be held! If he dared to find fault with him, then he should just go away!
Hongjun disregarded Ye Chuanze's muddy appearance and held him tightly around the waist. Looking down at Ye Chuanze's handsome and delicate face, he couldn't help but smile and said with a tone of feigned helplessness, "What would you have done if I hadn't come?"
There was a moment of silence; the person in his arms did not respond. Hongjun wasn't surprised; his disciple probably didn't even have the strength to speak anymore. Just surviving under the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation was already a stroke of luck; that was enough.
His expectations for his disciple had gradually lowered over time, his bottom line retreating day by day. Unbeknownst to Hongjun, his tolerance and limits for Ye Chuanze had reached an astonishing level. He endlessly indulged and spoiled his beloved disciple. Initially, he had high hopes for Ye Chuanze, wishing for him to grow into a powerful figure capable of achieving what he could not. But now, all he hoped for was that his disciple would be safe and stay by his side; that was enough.
Hongjun withdrew one hand and gently wiped away the dirt from Ye Chuanze's face with careful and patient movements, showing no signs of impatience or disdain.
Held tightly in Hongjun's embrace, Ye Chuanze felt his heart racing wildly, each beat sending waves of palpitations through him. Hongjun had always been someone who valued cleanliness and could not tolerate dirt or grime; yet now… he held Ye Chuanze covered in mud without any sign of disgust or impatience. Moreover, he personally wiped the dirt from Ye Chuanze's face with movements that revealed tenderness and affection capable of drowning anyone in warmth.
As Hongjun looked at his disciple's face returning to its usual clean and handsome state, a hint of satisfaction flashed across his expression as he withdrew his hand. His gaze shifted to Ye Chuanze's hair, which was still caked in mud, causing him to frown. When he realized that his disciple was currently completely naked, his displeasure grew even more. With a wave of his sleeve, he blocked the gazes of onlookers before soaring into the clouds with Ye Chuanze in his arms.
The Primordial Immortals who had been closely watching Ye Chuanze felt as if everything before them blurred into nothingness. When they opened their eyes again, they found that Ye Chuanze had vanished! The place where Ye Chuanze had lain was now empty, only the sound of rain pattering down remained.
It seems that the Dao Ancestor has taken Ye Chuanze away, thought the Primordial Immortals, who then clutched their chests in shock. They were truly naive! They believed that after Ye Chuanze's tribulation, peace would reign and no more accidents would occur. They were indeed too naive! Who could tell them why the Dao Ancestor suddenly appeared? This... this was too shocking. The Dao Ancestor had once said that he would merge with the Dao and subsequently closed the Purple Cloud Palace, forbidding outsiders from disturbing him, and he rarely ventured out.
Yet now, he had left the Purple Cloud Palace for one person, Ye Chuanze.
The Primordial Immortals and their companions were once again stunned!
Hongjun carried Ye Chuanze as he made his way to the Purple Cloud Palace. Upon arriving, Haotian, who was guarding the entrance, hurriedly approached him. He wanted to speak but was taken aback when he saw Ye Chuanze lying naked in Hongjun's arms, momentarily speechless. Hongjun glanced at him with an expressionless face, causing Haotian to quickly avert his gaze.
Hongjun entered the Purple Cloud Palace while holding Ye Chuanze. He instructed for Yaochi to prepare clothing and then carried Ye Chuanze into the Jade Clear Pool of Hualan Palace.
The water in the Jade Clear Pool was drawn from a hot spring in the back mountain, remaining warm year-round and rich in spiritual energy. Hongjun brought Ye Chuanze to the edge of the pool and placed him in the water. As soon as Ye Chuanze submerged, he slipped down and sank to the bottom.
"..." Hongjun.
Watching this scene unfold, Hongjun's lips twitched slightly. He looked at Ye Chuanze, who lay peacefully at the bottom of the pool with his eyes closed, feeling both exasperated and amused. With a helpless expression, he shook his head and sighed, saying, "You rebellious disciple truly make me worry so much."
Hongjun paused for a moment, then removed his clothing, revealing his bare and muscular body. He stepped into the pool water, intending to bathe alongside Ye Chuanze.
Unaware of this turn of events, Ye Chuanze remained oblivious at the bottom of the water, completely unaware that he was sharing a bath with someone.
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