The sound of Deng ChanYu's qin is vigorous and bright, like the clear cry of a phoenix.
At first, it sounds like a gentle stream flowing slowly through the heart. But as you listen further, you can hear a hint of resilience in the face of hardships and obstacles, and a willingness to persevere through long distances without complaint.
When she reaches the climax of her performance, the heart of Su Ji also swells with excitement. Yet her eyes subconsciously glance towards the grand gate of Yuan Wang's palace. The music is truly captivating, but why does it seem as though a monkey will jump in at any moment?
Deng Chan Yu was fully immersed in her performance.
Su Ji also became interested in the performance, as she is a very artistic girl, someone who only works under pressure and never leaves the house unless absolutely necessary.
She quickly changed into a light blue gown, adorned with cloud patterns and roses, with a slender waist and delicate steps that flowered. She draped herself in silk sashes, dancing gracefully in harmony with the melody.
After playing the Yun Palace Quick Tune, Deng ChanYu switched to a new piece, "Swords and Dreams," and threw her Nanming Lyihuo sword to Su Ji.
Su Ji dances with her sword in harmony with the melody, and the two have a great time.
Su Ji's next statement caught Deng ChanYu off guard, causing her to lose her defense.
"Fetch me some wine!"
"I haven't even had the chance to declare myself an orphan and a spinster, but you've already become a king?!"
Deng ChanYu was at a loss for words
Su Ji was drenched in sweat and called for a civil official to bring up the wine feast. As they drank and ate together, they recounted what had happened over the past half year.
Deng ChanYu has been striving for the Tianxian realm during this period. She has little of her own affairs, mostly listening to Su Ji.
The afterlife has been quite lively recently. The popularity of the twelve-degree industry fire red lotus has gradually diminished, and after regaining their rationality, everyone feels there was a trap involved. Additionally, the cultivation level of Boshun, the Great Brahman Immortal, is not weak either, so most of the matter has quieted down.
But soon there was rumors said that the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River had been severely injured by a Sage. The rumors sounded real, as if the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River had already been severed into pieces. Now a multitude of disordered cultivators were once again eager to lick the Old Man's bag.
The faint-hearted draw their blades towards the weaker, while the brave draw their blades towards the stronger. The ghosts and soldiers in the underworld do not follow such rules; they cut down whoever they encounter.
After listening to Su Ji's experiences over the past half year, Deng ChanYu did not withhold the truth and spoke of her plan to attend the Peach Blossom Festival next month.
"Unfortunately, we are both immortals now, and the Peach Blossom Festival is being held a bit too late."
She sighed deeply.
It is said that peaches that are three thousand years old are good for strengthening the body, six thousand years old can make one fly directly to heaven in the daytime, and those that are nine thousand years old can live as long as the universe itself. The idea of such peaches is undoubtedly a bluff. After so many years of accumulation in the vast void, how many peaches of this kind could there possibly be? Could Hong-Wu allow so many immortals who live as long as the universe to exist? This is clearly impossible.
The Heavenly Emperor and the Queen of the Jade Pool are quite cunning, often holding Peach Blossom gatherings. It may seem generous and magnanimous.
In reality, the ones who most need the peaches are the ordinary people; those who have not become immortals naturally cannot go to the Heavenly Palace.
Those who do not need peaches are already immortals, and they can go to the Heavenly Palace, but the effects of eating peaches are very limited.
For Deng ChanYu now, peaches mainly have the effect of increasing magical power. Fortunately, it tastes great and doesn't cost a penny, so why not enjoy it?
She described the scene of the Peach Blossom Festival according to her own imagination and narrated it to Su Ji.
Su Ji has a slight social anxiety, perhaps due to her outstanding appearance since childhood. She doesn't like crowded places and doesn't want to draw attention to herself, lest it bring trouble to her family.
Familiar with Deng ChanYu, the two can sing and dance very comfortably. However, in a strange environment surrounded by strangers, she still feels somewhat inhibited and is not too concerned about events like the Peach Blossom Festival.
Her focus is odd but reasonable: "Ah Yu, do you think that Chang'e is really that beautiful? Compared to me, who is more beautiful, Chang'e or I?"
Her big eyes were full of curiosity, and her eyelashes fluttered, as if she really wanted to know the answer.
Deng ChanYu had never seen Chang'e and didn't know what she looked like. At this moment, she naturally went along with someone's wishes: "I've heard"
She lowered her voice, and the two began to whisper: "I've heard that the Moon Goddess Chang'e likes the Great Archery God Yi of the Wugui."
Su Ji nodded lightly. She knew about this matter, for even without coming to the underworld, there are already legends of Chang'e and Yi among the common people.
Deng ChanYu spoke in a matter-of-fact tone: "You know so many people from the Wugui tribe. You should know their aesthetic standards. Arms can run horses, fists can stand people, and heads can smash stones. A woman like General Xia Qiao, with her thick muscles and towering height of two meters, is considered a beauty in the Wugui tribe's eyes. I estimate that Chang'e would probably look something like this."
Su Ji knew she was just talking nonsense, but she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh softly, giving her a playful punch with the force of itching: "I knew you were just making things up. My brother always had a crush on Chang'e when he was little, saying she was the most beautiful woman in the world."
Deng ChanYu remembered and spoke with a very confident tone: "My brother also said similar nonsense, I estimate Chang'e is just an average person, definitely not as beautiful as you!"
Su Ji loved this answer, her eyes bright and shining, and the subtle seductive glint in her eyes left Deng ChanYu breathless.
They had a fun day, and then continued on the second, third, and up to the seventh day before they remembered the serious matter at hand.
Deng ChanYu opened the Cuiguang Liyi Lan and took out the body of Zhurong.
The Lady Pingxin was startled, and then quickly recalled the last ancestor witch of the vast void, Xuanming.
This is a female ancestor witch, the Ancestor Witch of Ice.
Seeing the broken body of her former brother, she remembered the scene of twelve siblings enjoying life together since the beginning of creation. Xuanming wept loudly over the corpse.
Lady Pingxin also felt a bit melancholic. She was no longer the Zhuji ancestor witch, but rather a reincarnation of her former life with memories intact. However, her love for the Wugui tribe still flowed in her heart.
Feeling down, she somewhat blamed Deng ChanYu: "These past few days, you two have been singing and dancing. How come it's only today that you've thought of this matter?"
Deng ChanYu and the old lady were familiar with each other, so she didn't mind telling Su Ji that she had tricked her into working for free, promising rewards in return.
At this moment, she said in an unpleasant tone: "Just say yes or no?"
Lady Pingxin turned her face away without speaking. beside her, the ancestor witch Xuanming nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! Thank you, comrade. You are sending my brother's remains back to the vast void. Xuanming will surely show his gratitude!"
Lady Pingxin here gave a white-eyed look and said, "I was thinking of negotiating a better price. If I give too little, this little girl will probably curse me in her heart."
She pondered for a moment. There were indeed no treasures in the underworld.
If she sent out ordinary treasures, Nuwa would definitely mock her.
Lady Pingxin flicked her fingers, and the entire space of the underworld shook. In the next instant, a golden drop of blood appeared in front of them.
This is the ancestor witch blood of Zhuji.
