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July 20 - July 27, 2024
‘All is forgotten after a stabbing.’”
some of her temple attendants were so upset by this treatment that they rebuilt her statues into male forms, transforming Ling Wen-yuanjun to Ling Wen-zhenjun, and crafted their own astonishing legends and backstories. After this change, her temples became prosperous, and everyone praised how effective Ling Wen was. But in truth, it was still the same heavenly official, her spiritual powers never changed, and the legends were all fake. Still, the people ate them up. Since then, whenever Ling Wen needed to appear in dreams or show herself to mortals, she could only do so in a male form.
Appearances could be a million miles off the mark from the real thing, and people would still see what they wanted to see.
excessive drinking causes insanity, so a simple taste is enough.
Being the only one who knew it was Crimson Rain Sought Flower’s true form was like learning an extraordinary little secret.
“A home has family. A place where someone lives alone is not a home.”
“Liking them doesn’t mean I have to own them,” Xie Lian said. “I haven’t used one in years. Just looking makes me happy. Besides, I’d have nowhere to put them if you gave them all to me.”
The more Xie Lian stroked the scimitar, the more intriguing he found it. He was the type of person animals liked; when he’d pet furry dogs and cats, they’d squint their eyes like this when they got comfortable and would often throw themselves into his embrace, whining and mewling. Who knew that he’d be stroking a cold, silver scimitar—that legendary cursed blade, no less—like he would a puppy! In what way was this a “bloody, cursed blade of misfortune”?
“I always thought cultivation was meant simply for living a carefree, pleasurable life. If you must forbid this or that, then what’s the point?
I only remember you playing around with Crimson Rain Sought Flower rolling dice. You guys weren’t even playing properly; you were feeling up his hands, and he was feeling up yours. What kind of new method was that?”
The Flower-Crowned Martial God: Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other. Shi Qingxuan had only remembered the flower. He had forgotten that Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.
“If both of the hungry had gotten food, but wanted more, and fought harder because of greed and sought more food from the third person, what should be done?” “What do you think?” he asked. The crown prince pondered and said, “I don’t know… Maybe he shouldn’t have intervened from the start.”
Feng Xin had always kept his distance from women, his face changing whenever women were so much as spoken of—it was as if the female sex were savage, wild beasts.
Hua Cheng, walking in front of him, said, “If you want to see me, it won’t matter what you roll. I will appear.”
he was insulting Xie Lian for not being a man. But Xie Lian didn’t care whether he acted like a man or not. He’d cross-dressed before, and he’d hung the words “I can’t get erect” on his lips. Nothing could get to him.
“Thoughts are thoughts. You wouldn’t have acted on them,”
“I just think it’s best for people not to place too much hope on someone else.”
“You shouldn’t idolize people or think of them as overly perfect,” Xie Lian replied. “If you’re just watching a shadow from afar and never interacting, then sure. But once acquainted and grown close, one day you’ll find that this person isn’t what you imagined, maybe even the complete opposite. When that happens, you’ll be very disappointed.” Hua Cheng disagreed respectfully. “You never know. I don’t care if anyone else is disappointed. But to some, the very existence of a certain person in this world is in itself hope.”
The moment Hua Cheng left, Xie Lian immediately sensed the void behind him
“I don’t know what the right thing to do was, so maybe this wasn’t such a bad outcome.” “You think too much,” Hua Cheng said lightly. Xie Lian was slightly taken aback and tilted his head. “Just focus on doing what you want to do,” Hua Cheng said.
Those who are destined to shine, I must let them shine. Besides, I don’t believe that goodwill brings bad returns.”
Yet the more awed he was, the more careful he became, and the more he didn’t dare to allow others to sense what he was feeling, didn’t dare take a wrong step.
The so-called “Dao” of cultivation meant exactly what it said: “to walk the path.” As long as one’s heart was set on the path with a singular mind, then training could be done anywhere.
To humans, gods are elders, teachers, everlasting light, but they are not our masters. Therefore, we should be full of thankfulness and admiration but never groveling worship.
I believe the correct attitude is thankfulness and shared joy—not fear, not ingratiation, not intimidation, and certainly not putting oneself in a position of servitude.”
What if the heavens really do condemn you? Will you apologize then?” “If that should happen, then the heavens are wrong. I am right. I will stand against the heavens and defy them until the end.”
“When humans ascend, they become gods; when humans fall, they become ghosts.” Xie Lian gave it some thought. “Is there something wrong with that?” The State Preceptor replied, “Of course it’s wrong. Remember: when humans ascend, they are still human…when they fall, they are still human.”
