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May 31 - June 1, 2024
The martial god who watched over the north was Pei Ming of the Palace of Ming Guang. The Martial God of the West was Quan Yizhen of the Palace of Qi Ying. The Martial God of the Southeast was Feng Xin of the Palace of Nan Yang, and the Martial God of the Southwest was Mu Qing of the Palace of Xuan Zhen. And the martial god watching over the east was Lang Qianqiu of the Palace of Tai Hua.
Because Pei Ming was accomplished in both battle and in love, his rivals and peers alike took great pleasure in cursing him to die, even better if he’d die from syphilis.
Lmao
Those who hadn’t already died by his hand probably all died of outrage.
Lmao(2)
A supreme ghost king might have the worst possible name on people’s tongues, but not everything can be blamed on him.”
I don’t think Crimson Rain Sought Flower is a disingenuous person.”
The Scrap Immortal was still best suited to a scrapped shrine, after all. A proud and glamorous heavenly palace like this wasn’t a place he could stay.
Had always been? Been what? A man?!
Idk why this is written so funnily
“What? Was I not beautiful?” the Wind Master asked. “Yes? But…” Xie Lian was still confused. “If I was beautiful, then there’s no but! As long as I look good!” The Wind Master smiled brightly. “Of course, it’s because I knew I’d look good that I was in disguise!”
I can’t believe it’s not Xie Lian, Xie Lian, and Xie Lian, Xie Lian thought.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a mortal, or a god, or a ghost, you have to be responsible for your own actions.
Nonetheless, there were more than a few who believed in those outrageous stories, and thus did the Wind Master’s gender become confused.
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.
Who cared whether you were a god or a ghost? You were whatever people believed you to be. Appearances could be a million miles off the mark from the real thing, and people would still see what they wanted to see.
Anything unseemly would make him automatically chant Dao De Jing2 sonorously in his mind, keeping him completely indifferent.
However, to someone like Xie Lian, it didn’t matter in the least whether his root of evil could sin or not, so he’d developed the habit of using that as an excuse to get out of these kinds of situations.
Hearing that voice, Xie Lian’s heart suddenly jumped. He silently mouthed the name, “San Lang.”
He’d indeed just heard the voice of that young man. Yet it was slightly deeper than he remembered, which was precisely why it sounded even more pleasing to the ears. Despite being surrounded by boisterous brouhaha, the voice still rang loud and clear, and cut through the cacophony of the Gambler’s Den to reach him.
Admiring the Flower through Red Clouds, a Heart Full of Affection
This title name
Just then, Hua Cheng chuckled lightly from behind the curtains. Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat.
“It seems that not even a change of rules can change my luck.”
Upon hearing his voice, the shadow behind the red curtains paused. Then the figure slowly rose to his feet.
“Chengzhu has invited you to come up, as he is willing to teach you, gongzi.”
The same eye that twinkled like a star was now gazing deeply, unblinkingly at Xie Lian.
Even though he was reprimanding Xie Lian, his tone was exceptionally gentle and patient. As he explained, Hua Cheng supported Xie Lian’s hand with his own again, but this time, his left hand found its way to Xie Lian’s right, the one covering the lid. He instructed softly, “Like this.” And just like that, the backs of Xie Lian’s hands were enveloped by Hua Cheng’s palms.
“Like this?” he asked. The smile curving Hua Cheng’s lips deepened. “Hm. That’s right, just like that.”
This feels oddly intimate
Hua Cheng chuckled and softly whispered words of encouragement into Xie Lian’s ear.
“Xiao-didi,4 stop
It has wht
“What…what’s the meaning of this? Are you saying that I…that I’m only worth a half-eaten bun?!”
There’d been people grumbling earlier, “If this round doesn’t count, then when will it count?” Now, the answer was clear: it counts when this guy wins.
Only Xie Lian knew that the one standing before him was the genuine Crimson Rain Sought Flower of legend.
Wait
Even though it took some really thick skin to say something as embarrassing as “It doesn’t count when I lose, only when I win,” Xie Lian still said it.
Truth be told, when he took out the bun, Xie Lian felt the thick skin he’d grown over his eight hundred years crumble a little, unable to hold up.
Why is it that when they talk about me, they always make it sound like I’m a grandpa?
Yet Xie Lian could still remember that night at Puqi Shrine, when Hua Cheng had told him, “The next time we meet, I’ll greet you in my true form.” He thought to himself, It’s real.
Being the only one who knew it was Crimson Rain Sought Flower’s true form was like learning an extraordinary little secret.
Then he thought, San Lang’s appearance doesn’t look that much different from before, only a bit older and taller. That means he was pretty much in his true form the first time he met me. Strangely, that made Xie Lian feel a little happy.
“Even though a ghost king is no saint, the fact that he went easy on you must mean that he sees you as a friend. And one should never deceive a friend.” Shi Qingxuan could feel an oncoming headache. “My god, Qianqiu, you stubborn mule!” Yet Xie Lian laughed and nodded. “It’s good. What His Highness Tai Hua said.”
“Since gege is here, why not come in? We haven’t been apart for that long, so don’t be a stranger to San Lang.” At this beckoning, Xie Lian let down the beaded curtain. “Earlier in the Gambler’s Den, it was San Lang who pretended not to recognize me.” Hua Cheng approached and stopped at Xie Lian’s side. “Lang Qianqiu was there too, so if I didn’t put on an act, I’d be giving gege trouble.”
This is how they flirt btw
If Xie Lian had to be honest with himself, had he known Hua Cheng was here, he would’ve asked for leave so he could pay him a visit.
“Whether you’re here to see me or not, I’m happy either way.”
“Nothing important,” Hua Cheng replied. “Just keep it for fun.” Although that was what he said, Xie Lian knew that this object must be truly valuable, not something so insignificant.
Seeing Xie Lian put the chain with the ring back around his neck, Hua Cheng’s eye shimmered brightly.
“A home has family. A place where someone lives alone is not a home.”
Although Hua Cheng had no trace of loneliness on his face, Xie Lian thought they were perhaps alike.
Hua Cheng continued, “If it’s home, then even a small place like Puqi Shrine is a million times better than my Paradise Manor.”
“What is it?” Hua Cheng asked. “This is my territory. If you ask, I’ll deliver.”
It seemed, although Hua Cheng was the sentimental sort, he also cared more about control and power than Xie Lian realized.
“But since gege likes them all, I’ll give them all to you.”
“That’s easy to solve,” Hua Cheng replied. “I’ll give this entire armory to you.” Xie Lian took that as a joke and grinned. “There’s no way I could take away a room this big.” “No need to take it away,” Hua Cheng said. “I’ll give you the property too. Just come visit when you’re free.”
Flirting again
Hua Cheng only paid attention to what was at hand or focused entirely on Xie Lian, so he spared no attention for those beautiful women.
