Noche de luna con flores del río Spring

Capítulo 38

"Hehe, that makes sense. Being able to live freely according to one's own ideas is the best way to cultivate," Zi Yang said with a similar sigh.

"I stand with Huang Quan and Feng Shui through thick and thin. Besides, I have my own career in the mortal realm. Actually, being an ordinary person is quite nice; at least I don't have to live the life of fighting and killing in the cultivation world," Jiang Yao said with the same sigh.

"You can still live a normal life in the human world? Forget it, since you've already chosen this way of life, what others say won't matter. Aren't you planning to stay in the Netherworld with Gui Eting?" Zi Yang asked, puzzled.

“A Ting is now an infant soul, so it’s impossible for her to cultivate in the human world anymore. Therefore, it’s better for her to stay here. I’ve already talked to her about this, but she seemed to talk a lot about her attachment to me when she was a demon butterfly in her previous life.” Feng Shui looked at Gui A Ting helplessly and said with emotion.

"If you go to the human world, what will happen here?" Zi Yang asked, puzzled.

“With your abilities, you are more than capable of managing this Netherworld. Moreover, I have noticed that you seem to have a special affection for this place, and you are also quite kind to Eting. I think it would be better if you stayed in the Netherworld to manage this place and accompany Eting in her cultivation.” Huang Quan looked at Zi Yang, a strange smile flashing in his eyes, and said softly.

"So that's how it is... Hehe, it seems you really did plan this all along. But I do have a special, inexplicable attachment to this realm." Zi Yang looked around the Yellow Springs Palace and said with emotion.

"In that case, we'll be going now. Please take good care of Eting. We'll come back to visit you often," Huang Quan said happily.

Feng Shui, holding Huang Quan and Jiang Yao's hands, once again activated the teleportation array in the "Wuji Pestle" with his spiritual sense. A white light flashed, and the three of them disappeared from Huang Quan Palace at the same time.

"Can you really give up the chance to be with Feng Shui?" Zi Yang asked Gui Eting after watching Feng Shui and the others leave.

“Actually, with love, sometimes you have to learn to let go. Although feng shui says to love all our emotions, our seven emotions are no longer the complete butterfly we used to be, but have split into three women. This means that one love will be divided into three. I don’t like incomplete things, so rather than accepting an incomplete love, I’d rather choose to let go and pursue the happiness that truly belongs to me.” Gui Eting looked at Zi Yang in front of her and said meaningfully.

"Hehe, women really are creatures who live for love... Alright, this Netherworld is mine now, so let me accept it completely." Zi Yang seemed to understand the meaning behind Gui Eting's words, and stood up with relief, walking towards the outside of the Yellow Springs Palace.

Standing atop the Hall of the Underworld, a familiar feeling quickly filled Zi Yang's body, like a prodigal son returning home after a long absence. The joy and comfort made Zi Yang feel completely relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a series of profound and familiar fragments appeared in Zi Yang's mind. Zi Yang's body trembled involuntarily, and rays of light, even deeper and denser than the blood-red energy emanating from Huang Quan's body, burst forth violently from Zi Yang's body and quickly drifted to various parts of the Netherworld.

In no time, the entire Netherworld was enveloped in the thick, blood-red light emanating from Zi Yang. In the distance, faint rumbling sounds could be heard. Centered on Zi Yang, one hundred and eight purple beams of light emerged from various parts of the Netherworld, piercing through the thick, blood-red light and converging in front of Zi Yang with lightning speed.

Zi Yang's eyes were no longer as clear as before; they had turned into a deep, thick blood red, just like the light that enveloped the Netherworld, giving them an indescribable mystery and eeriness.

The 108 purple beams of light that were standing in front of Zi Yang slowly revealed their physical forms, and they turned out to be 108 people wearing various forms of full-body purple armor.

"Your subordinates, the Netherworld Gods and Spirits, pay homage to Your Highness, the Yellow Springs. May Your Highness live forever..." One hundred and eight people, their entire bodies encased in purple armor, knelt on one knee in the air before Zi Yang, and shouted respectfully in unison.

The 108 voices converged, shaking the entire Netherworld so violently that the earth trembled and the wind and clouds changed color. All the "pure" beings in the Netherworld were terrified and howled like ghosts, creating a scene of utter devastation in the ghostly realm.

Gui Eting, the "infant soul" within the Yellow Springs Palace, was also shaken senseless by the power emanating from the 108 voices. An uncontrollable sense of submission washed over her. Facing Zi Yang outside the Yellow Springs Palace was like facing a god she dared not look directly at, filling Gui Eting with a mixture of awe and fear, a feeling of inferiority.

Zi Yang floated in front of the group of people who called themselves "Netherworld Gods and Demons," her eyes flashing with an excited and distant purple light. Looking at the 108 "Netherworld Gods and Demons" in front of her, her face was full of a sentimental expression about the world.

"Finally back! I, Huang Quan, am finally back, hahahahaha..." Zi Yang laughed loudly with her beautiful voice.

The laughter lingered in the sky above the Netherworld, refusing to dissipate for a long time, as if it wanted to penetrate the Netherworld and reach the Celestial Realm, letting all the gods know of the return of the true master of the Netherworld.

2004-12-09 10:47:00

Part Two: Cultivation Array

Chapter Eighteen: The Call

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At the summit of Mount Hua in the mortal realm, amidst a sea of clouds, a man with a thick, long black braid floated among the clouds, his body faintly emanating a shimmering green mist. On his classically handsome face, there was an extremely charming smile of excitement, and his eyes were filled with fervor.

"Has it finally awakened?" The man murmured excitedly to himself as he probed the changes in the Netherworld with his spiritual sense.

But then he shook his head, closed his eyes, and said softly with regret, "What a pity..."

Deep within the Divine Realm lies a mysterious and forbidden place, surrounded by mountains shrouded in a purple-gold mist. The heart of these mountains is entirely covered by water of various colors, yet remarkably transparent. Amidst this landscape, stands a colossal celestial tree, its top and bottom invisible. The trunk of this tree is the size of five hundred football fields, and its outer perimeter is shrouded in a fluid substance that is indistinguishable between mist and starlight, making it appear like a phantom, obscuring its true form.

Above this celestial tree floated a man who was almost transparent. This man seemed to be like air. If it weren't for his pair of eyes that flashed with golden light, it would be impossible to tell that he was a person, let alone a man.

“The real Yellow Springs has returned… It seems these kids in the Divine Realm will be busy again…” The transparent man’s expression was impossible to discern; one could only tell he was speaking from his voice, which sounded either aged or childish.

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Zhou Feiliu now understands why Feng Shui went away alone for nearly half a year: because he brought back two boss ladies who completely amazed her.

One of the proprietresses, Jiang Yao, was a chief surgeon at the city's largest hospital. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also rumored to come from a very wealthy family. The other proprietress, Huang Quan, was even more outrageously beautiful. Zhou Feiliu had asked her several times what cosmetics she used to maintain such fair skin and whether she had undergone any cosmetic procedures. However, Huang Quan only smiled, a smile that, while beautiful, gave Zhou Feiliu a slightly uneasy feeling.

The practice of keeping mistresses is quite common in modern society, so Zhou Feiliu didn't find it particularly striking. After all, what wealthy boss doesn't have a mistress while keeping his wife at home? However, the two boss's wives acted as if they were one person, making it impossible for Zhou Feiliu to distinguish which one was the real mistress, leaving him utterly perplexed.

Through this incident, Zhou Feiliu was completely convinced by feng shui, and now she finally understood what it meant to be a "true man."

Normally, Huang Quan would come to work at the "Eight Banners Department" with Feng Shui, but another boss lady named Jiang Yao would only come to the "Eight Banners Department" near the end of the workday, and she would bring a lot of snacks that girls like to eat. This made Zhou Feiliu feel even more favorably toward Jiang Yao.

Although Huang Quan's demeanor was somewhat frightening, she was also a very gentle woman who often cooked soup for everyone. However, Zhou Feiliu couldn't understand why Feng Shui always refused to let her drink Huang Quan's soup, and seemed quite nervous about it. Meanwhile, Feng Shui herself seemed to enjoy it immensely, leading Zhou Feiliu to conclude that Feng Shui was simply too stingy.

But how could she possibly know that the soup brewed by the Yellow Springs in the Netherworld is something ordinary people can drink?

Before the feng shui was restored, the client named Chen Feier used to visit the "Eight Banners" frequently. However, she hasn't come since her last meeting with Huang Quan and Jiang Yao. Zhou Feiliu suspects Chen Feier might have had plastic surgery in South Korea, as the awkwardness of her meeting with Huang Quan and Jiang Yao is still vivid in his mind. Chen Feier thought that with her looks and wealth, she was a woman with excellent conditions, but compared to Huang Quan's beauty and Jiang Yao's family background, she was just a drop in the ocean.

That time, Chen Feier drove her top-of-the-line BMW to the "Eight Banners" to consult feng shui, only to find Jiang Yao arriving by helicopter to pick up the feng shui master, Huang Quan, and Zhou Feiliu for dinner. It was rush hour, and Jiang Yao, worried about being delayed by traffic, had come in her own helicopter. And the dinner location was surprisingly Beijing. Jiang Yao explained that she had chartered a plane at the airport to take everyone to Beijing for Peking duck, because she said the Peking duck at Quanjude in Harbin didn't taste as authentic as in Beijing.

Almost three months have passed since that incident, but Zhou Feiliu still can't forget Chen Feier's embarrassing situation. She hadn't expected Jiang Yao's family to be so wealthy and powerful, because not just anyone in this city can casually fly a helicopter around. Since then, Chen Feier hasn't come back; it seems she was hurt in her pride.

Today is another good day, because it's National Day, a seven-day holiday. Jiang Yao has chartered another plane to take Feng Shui, Huang Quan, Zhou Feiliu, Yu Duotian, and Fan Dao'ai to Xi'an. During their last chat, Zhou Feiliu mentioned that he'd never been to Xi'an and had heard that their mutton stew was delicious, something he'd always wanted to try. He hadn't expected Jiang Yao to remember, which deeply moved him and deepened his feelings for her.

Jiang Yao treated them to this trip, and Zhou Feiliu suddenly felt that Feng Shui had the potential to be a gigolo. Because every time they traveled to another province, it was the woman who paid, Zhou Feiliu thought this might be the reason Feng Shui was destined to have many romantic entanglements. However, working for such a boss was the happiest thing in Zhou Feiliu's life.

The Muslim Quarter in Xi'an, near the Drum Tower.

Two days have passed since Zhou Feiliu arrived in Xi'an. The local snacks are truly unforgettable. She has gained three pounds in the past two days. Although she has been secretly warning herself that she should lose weight, she still cannot resist the delicious temptation of Xi'an snacks.

Tonight, they were still eating snacks at the Muslim Quarter night market. In front of a roadside stall, Feng Shui and the others sat in a row at a simple table, each ordering a local specialty snack and starting to enjoy them. However, Feng Shui didn't eat much; he just watched a man sitting across from him at the table, who was also eating snacks, with admiration in his eyes.

The man was slender with exceptionally delicate features. His clothes were simple yet impeccably clean, and his table manners were refined, befitting a master gourmet. Even more remarkable was that, despite appearing to be only in his early twenties, he exuded a serene and otherworldly aura, giving him the air of a transcendent sage.

"So, you seem to be a cultivator as well, brother?" Feng Shui asked the man with a smile.

"Hehe, your skills are not weak either." The man raised his head, his eyes as clear as a deep pool, and replied with a smile.

2004-12-09 10:48:00

"I never expected to find such an outstanding person as you in this world. I am Feng Shui. May I ask your esteemed name?" Feng Shui introduced himself.

"You're too kind, sir. I'm just an insignificant nobody traveling in the mortal realm. My name is Wuyong," the man introduced himself modestly.

"Do not use it, for it is the virtue of a dragon in seclusion. It does not change with the world, nor does it seek fame; it is not troubled by living in seclusion, nor by being unseen; it acts when it is happy, and refrains when it is worried; it is truly unshakeable, a hidden dragon. What a good name, what a good name," the feng shui master exclaimed.

"Hehe... Brother, you flatter me too much. Feng shui, the wind is volatile, if the qi rides the wind, it will disperse; water is restraining, if the qi encounters water, it can condense and gather. Qi disperses when it rides the wind, and stops when it encounters water. All things in heaven and earth are also within feng shui, wonderful, wonderful," Wu Yong said with admiration.

"Hahahaha..." Fengshui and Wuyong laughed heartily as if they were bosom friends.

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Duotian asked, puzzled, as she ate her cold noodles.

"Hehe, I've met a new friend. Let me introduce you all. This brother is called Wuyong, these two are my brothers Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai, these three ladies Jiang Yao and Huang Quan are my wives, and this is Yu Duotian's girlfriend, Zhou Feiliu." Feng Shui introduced them to everyone.

"I never expected that a master like Brother Fengshui could see through the path of cultivation and return to simplicity. I admire you, I admire you," Wu Yong said with admiration.

“Hehe, just like my brother, I am not easily swayed by the world, nor do I seek fame; I am not troubled by living in seclusion, nor by being out of sight; I do what is joyful and avoid what is sorrowful,” Feng Shui said with a sense of relief.

"Brother Fengshui is indeed a dragon among men; I am humbled by his inferiority," Wuyong said again with a sigh.

"Heroes of the world emerge from our generation; once we embark on the path of cultivation, time flies by. A thousand years and ten thousand months are discussed in laughter; nothing surpasses a life of drunken revelry." Feng Shui sighed, reflecting on his past.

"I never expected Brother Fengshui to have reached such a level. Your words are more valuable than a thousand years of dedicated cultivation. Thank you for your guidance, Brother Fengshui. I understand now. Farewell, and if we meet again someday, we shall surely drink a few cups together." Wu Yong said gratefully, as if he had finally understood something.

They didn't see Wu Yong get up and leave. They only felt a blur before their eyes, and Wu Yong's shadow had disappeared. Feng Shui just looked at the distant horizon, a sighing smile on his lips.

"Shui Shui, who is this Brother Wu Yong? Why did he suddenly disappear?" Fan Dao Ai asked in surprise.

“He is a reclusive master,” Jiang Yao said with a strange smile.

"A master in the world? I never thought there really were such a master in this world. He just disappeared without a trace. Could he be a god?" Yu Duotian asked in amazement.

"The gods won't be here eating cold noodles with us," Feng Shui said helplessly.

"Hehe, but this cold noodles is really good, cough cough..." Huang Quan said with a smile while holding a bowl of cold noodles, but he choked a little.

Jiang Yao quickly turned around and patted Huang Quan's back. Zhou Feiliu looked at Jiang Yao and Huang Quan, who were as close as sisters, and couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, Feng Shui suddenly sensed a familiar aura somewhere in Xi'an. Only Feng Shui could sense this aura; it was a fluctuation that only true demon cultivators with demonic bodies could feel, because it was a resonance generated between demonic bodies.

"You guys go back to the hotel first, I have something to do and will be back later," Feng Shui said with a smile.

"Shui Shui, is something wrong?" Jiang Yao sensed the unusual feng shui and asked with concern.

“Ayao, sometimes it’s best for us women not to ask about men’s affairs,” Huang Quan said meaningfully.

Jiang Yao looked at Huang Quan's expression, nodded knowingly, and didn't ask any further questions.

“Jiang Yao, Huang Quan, don’t worry. Shui Shui is quite capable. He must have discovered something if he told us to go back. But don’t worry, he can handle it. I have experience with this,” Fan Dao’ai said from the side, looking like he knew a lot about feng shui.

"You're kidding me. You definitely want to go out and have fun by yourself. You're quite experienced in this area," Yu Duotian said jokingly, rolling her eyes at Fan Daoai.

"You're the one who understands my feelings best, hehe," Fan Daoai said shyly.

"Shui Shui, be careful," Jiang Yao said with concern.

"Come back soon," Huang Quan said with equal concern.

"Yes, boss, be careful. You're our pillar of strength," Zhou Feiliu flattered.

"Hehe, no need to exaggerate so much, making it sound like a life-or-death separation. I'll be going back in a bit, I'm leaving now, you guys go back too," Feng Shui said helplessly.

Without continuing the conversation, Feng Shui turned and left after saying those words. Jiang Yao and Huang Quan watched Feng Shui's retreating figure, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously revealed a knowing smile on their lips.

Huaqing Pool, north side of Lishan Mountain, Lintong District, Xi'an

It was already 9:30 p.m. when a teleportation array flashing with a pale yellow light suddenly appeared beside the No. 3 spring of Lishan Hot Spring. The light disappeared in an instant, and Feng Shui walked out of the teleportation array.

2004-12-09 10:49:00

A wisp of mist floated above Hot Spring No. 3, but Feng Shui already knew that the demon cultivator with the same demonic body as himself was here.

"You're really in high spirits, having the leisure to soak in a hot spring here," Feng Shui said with a light laugh as he stood by the hot spring.

With a soft splash, a man emerged from the hot spring water. He had long, flowing hair, fair skin, and a well-built, naked body. Even men would envy his muscles. His face was classically handsome. This man was none other than Jimmy Liao.

Jimi leaned against the hot spring, which was not far from Fengshui, and said with his eyes closed, "Since we're here, let's come down and soak together."

Feng Shui smiled, took off his clothes, and went down into the hot spring. He leaned against a few meters away and closed his eyes to enjoy the water.

If you look closely, you can see a faint, luminous green glow on the chest and back of the figure in the water, which looks rather eerie on such a night.

"How does it feel to live in the human world?" Jimi asked softly, his eyes still closed.

“I feel so free and at ease, with a lover and friends by my side. I think it’s pretty good,” Feng Shui replied softly, his eyes also closed.

"Aren't you going to avenge your past life's grudges?" Jimmy asked.

"When will this cycle of revenge end? After all, we've lived through so many years, and we're getting tired of it," Feng Shui sighed.

"It seems you no longer wish to continue cultivating," Jimi said with a smile, slightly opening his eyes.

“Continuing to cultivate will only lead to repeating the same old path. Actually, living a simple and ordinary life is quite nice. How are you?” Feng Shui opened his eyes, turned his head, and asked Jimi.

"I never gave up, because I knew that the destiny that began in the first life was about to repeat itself. You can escape, but I can't." Jimmy Liao sighed, his eyes filled with a helpless look as he lamented the inescapable entanglement of fate.