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"After tens of thousands of years of reincarnation, I have finally entered the human realm again and can once again possess a human body. However, the memories of my past life cannot be erased from my mind. After I become an adult, I will begin to cultivate again. But I do not want to cultivate as a god anymore; I want to cultivate as a demon!" Feng Shui said with a strange and perverse look in his eyes.

Jiang Yao lowered her head even further, and soft sobs slowly escaped her lips. A few crystal tears fell mercilessly onto the "Enchanting Zither," striking a few chaotic notes that added to the sorrowful atmosphere. Li Zhanghao and Cao Hui not only regretted Feng Shui's decision, but also realized that if they had tried to cultivate to godhood again today using Feng Shui's memories from his previous life, it would have been twice as effective. However, he had given up and chosen to cultivate to demonic ways instead. Love truly does lead to great harm.

"After thousands of years of cultivation, I initially cultivated demonic nature, but because the divine imprint I possessed during reincarnation could not be completely erased, I ultimately advanced to a deeper realm of demonic cultivation. Perhaps this is Heaven's revenge on me. Later, through calculations using the Reverse God Demon Eye, I finally foresaw that the Demon Butterfly would be reborn in this life. So, I began searching the world and eventually found Li Qiu. However, by then, she had already been killed by the ashes. Therefore, I used the Demon Body Shaping Soul Technique possessed by demonic cultivators to directly push Li Qiu's, that is, the Demon Butterfly's, soul into the cycle of reincarnation in the Underworld, hoping that in the next life she could find the demonic consciousness deep within her soul and thus restore herself to the true Demon Butterfly. However, some errors occurred, namely, the appearance of the 'Releasing Dragon Disc' interfered with Li Qiu's reincarnation trajectory." Feng Shui's eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at Jiang Yao, who was crying, and gently recounted the story.

"Due to a deviation in the cycle of reincarnation, Sister Demon Butterfly's soul transcended the time and space of the cycle of reincarnation and entered reincarnation ahead of schedule. Then, at this time, she can fully reach the physical growth stage of Demon Butterfly's rebirth. Am I right, boss?" Grass Ash said proudly.

No wonder he knew so much, because demons who cultivate demonic powers have countless connections with the Underworld, and Cao Hui certainly understood the knowledge of reincarnation and the reshaping of demonic bodies. After all, he too had once used a demonic body to create a human body.

"You're right. However, there's one more thing you haven't said. For the Demon Butterfly to successfully regenerate, it needs a demonic artifact to guide it. The Dragon Release Disc can be considered a supreme treasure of the demonic cultivation world, but I don't have the ability to obtain it. However, I did calculate that the 'Enchanting Zither' used in the Demon Butterfly's previous life is sealed here by an array. Although this 'Enchanting Zither' is not as powerful as the Dragon Release Disc, it is still a treasure with strong demonic properties. This is enough to guide the Demon Butterfly's regeneration." A ruthless glint flashed in Feng Shui's eyes as he coldly spoke.

"You were willing to sacrifice so many lives to bring the Demon Butterfly back to life. Feng Shui! You're really ruthless!" Li Zhanghao finally understood the whole story and glared at Feng Shui with hatred.

"Other people's lives are no longer important to me. As long as the Demon Butterfly can be reborn, I am willing to destroy the entire world!" Feng Shui said in a somewhat perverse way.

"Feng Shui~~~~~~!" Jiang Yao could no longer control her emotions and threw herself into Feng Shui's arms, crying.

"Demon Butterfly, you're finally back. All my years of cultivation haven't been in vain. I hope you live well and never act rashly again, doing things that harm the human world. If you do, the gods of the cultivation world will not forgive you." Feng Shui held Jiang Yao's face and said with deep affection.

"As long as you're by my side, I'll never do those things again. With you, I'm willing to do anything, even become an ordinary, unremarkable woman, as long as I have you," Jiang Yao said, crying with emotion.

"I'm sorry!" A hint of pain flashed in Feng Shui's eyes as he said helplessly.

Jiang Yao looked into Feng Shui's eyes in confusion, not understanding why he would say "I'm sorry" to her.

“My lifespan is almost over, and I can no longer accompany you on this journey.” The pain in Feng Shui’s eyes deepened.

"Boss, is this really you?!" Grass Ash asked Feng Shui in shock.

"I'm really glad to meet you, Grass Ash. You guessed right this time. I think you should have known since the night of July 13th." Feng Shui stopped Grass Ash from continuing and said with a sense of relief.

Grass Ash recalled the terrifying transformation that had occurred to Feng Shui on the night of July 13th, and a chill ran down his spine again. Jiang Yao sensed that Feng Shui was hiding something from her, and the fact that Feng Shui didn't want to tell her meant that this matter was closely related to the "I'm sorry" Feng Shui had just said. As a demonic butterfly, Jiang Yao possessed the ability to read people's minds, but she didn't want to do so to the person she loved. Therefore, she used this ability to probe into Grass Ash's consciousness, because from Grass Ash's conversation with Feng Shui, she sensed that Grass Ash probably knew Feng Shui's unspeakable secret.

Within Cao Hui's spiritual consciousness was a room filled with a dense, luminous green light, emanating from Feng Shui himself. Feng Shui's once handsome face was now covered in bulging veins, crisscrossing like the roots of an old tree. His eyes were filled with a horrific, agonizing gaze, and the veins along his neck and all his skin were bulging like those on his face, making him look incredibly ferocious. Feng Shui knelt by the bed, his hands, covered in terrifying veins, gripping his hair tightly. His entire body trembled violently, and low, muffled roars remained trapped in his throat, only adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

These are the changes that occurred on the night of the 13th of the seventh lunar month according to Feng Shui.

Jiang Yao was completely stunned, because she knew what that change meant. It was a sign of going astray in cultivation, meaning that the Feng Shui demon cultivation had gone astray and was on the verge of complete annihilation.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Jiang Yao looked at the feng shui in anguish and asked in a hoarse voice.

2004-12-7 23:57:00

"Everything is preordained by fate, and nothing can be forced. Heaven is fair. As long as you can be resurrected, I am willing to bear any price." Feng Shui said with a relieved and carefree expression, gently stroking Jiang Yao's hair.

"I don't want to, I don't want you to leave me~~~~~~~!" Jiang Yao cried out in a hoarse voice, tightly hugging Feng Shui's body and trembling all over.

Cao Hui was also moved to tears by the deep affection between Feng Shui and Jiang Yao. Although Li Zhanghao was furious at Feng Shui's actions, he was equally saddened by the impending separation of the two lovers.

"Don't be silly. Remember to live well. I will become a star in the universe, watching over you and loving you forever, until the universe is destroyed. My love will never waver." Feng Shui lowered his head, kissed Jiang Yao's forehead as she cried, and whispered in her ear.

"I will never let you leave me, never!" Jiang Yao cried almost hysterically.

Feng Shui's smile, however, was more bitter, and the pain deep in his eyes slowly revealed itself. But Feng Shui knew he could no longer be by the side of his dearest loved ones.

Feng Shui's body began to crack, pieces of broken skin detached from its body, and streams of blue light emanated from the broken body, flying into the air.

"Boss, no~~~~~~~~!" Grass Ash ran forward, knelt in front of Feng Shui, and cried out.

"Feng Shui~~~~~~~~~~~~~!" Jiang Yao completely broke down, her once beautiful face completely soaked with miserable and sorrowful tears.

Li Zhanghao could no longer bear to see this heartbreaking scene of parting, which would bring tears to anyone who saw it or heard it. He closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

Feng Shui's body shattered even faster; his lower body had already turned into fragments and vanished into nothingness, leaving only his face still bearing a helpless and sorrowful smile. The last tear fell and landed on Jiang Yao's face, mingling with Jiang Yao's tears and condensing into a shimmering blue bead that fell to the ground, emitting bursts of bluish-purple light.

Jiang Yao and Cao Hui were ultimately unable to stop Feng Shui from being completely destroyed, and he collapsed. No matter how heart-wrenching his cries were, they could not save Feng Shui's life.

"I won't let you leave me like this. We haven't even started our love yet, and I won't let it end like this. I won't~~~~~~~!" Jiang Yao had gone mad, her voice filled with extreme despair as she screamed.

Suddenly, she unfurled her enormous butterfly wings, the mysterious patterns on them emitting faint purple light that danced around Jiang Yao's body. A strange change occurred on her face; two patterns appeared on her forehead, and her bright, clear eyes were shrouded in a light purple hue. Jiang Yao fluttered her wings and floated up. The "Enchanting Zither" on the coffee table also moved, streams of purple energy flowing across its surface. The zither floated up and quickly flew into Jiang Yao's hands. Jiang Yao hovered in the air, holding the zither in one hand, while her other hand began to move across it, producing eerie and mysterious melodies.

The music's elegant melody, refreshing style, and unique charm, with its bright and fluctuating rhythm, evoke the image of mandarin ducks leisurely swimming and playfully chasing each other in the water. Suddenly, the melody shifts, depicting the tender longing and affection between lovers, expressing a helpless sorrow of wanting to return but being unable to. The melody changes again, rising and falling, lingering and continuous, with a melancholic and sorrowful tone, a lingering and desolate lament, conveying the pain of lovers parting, the resentment of gazing at the moon with longing, a sense of sorrow and grief, and a feeling of helplessness, loneliness, and desolation.

Maple leaves turn crimson, oak leaves turn yellow; in Heyang, my temples are frosted with sorrow. At the gates of hell, I can only recall the past, turning back in vain; on the road to the underworld, to whom can I speak of my heartbreak? The road is obscured by clouds, sorrow hangs heavy; the wind blows away the smoke, and all is lost in the mists. Only tears can freeze into rain, pouring forth boundless hatred into the Eastern Sea.

Jiang Yao's affection and feelings for feng shui are fully expressed in the sound of the zither, so vividly and thoroughly.

Feng Shui's body was completely shattered, and even the last bitter and helpless smile on his face was gone. A wisp of blue soul drifted into the sky.

"Form ranks!" Jiang Yao suddenly shouted.

The "Enchanting Zither" flew out of Jiang Yao's hand and chased after the wisp of green soul. The strings on the zither also rose up, and the twenty-one strings transformed into twenty-one rainbows that surrounded the last wisp of Feng Shui's soul, enveloping it in a formation.

"Sister Demon Butterfly, you can't do this, you'll be punished by heaven!" Grass Ash shouted as he watched all these changes.

This array formation is similar to the method Feng Shui used when he performed the soul-crossing ritual for Li Qiu, except that Feng Shui's power was too weak back then to achieve a better effect. However, Jiang Yao is different. She has now completely become a demonic butterfly. As a goddess in the Demon Realm and one of the public menaces of the Three Realms, the soul-crossing array she creates naturally has unimaginable effects.

In the formation, Feng Shui's last wisp of soul was finally preserved intact. Because it was within the Boundless Realm inside the "Enchanting Kite," the heavenly tribulation from the outside world could not occur there. Therefore, Feng Shui's last wisp of soul was spared the danger of being destroyed by the tribulation lightning.

However, that wisp of azure soul slowly began to condense within the Soul-Crossing Array, gradually transforming into a purple bead, with a faint azure luster gathering within it, resembling a cosmic nebula surrounded by it.

Jiang Yao saw the purple seed formed within the array, and her expression finally calmed down, slowly revealing a bitter smile, yet with a touch of peace.

Cao Hui was incredibly excited because he knew what Jiang Yao was doing and what the consequences would be. This bead was the so-called "Soul Spirit Pill," used to refine the essence of the soul imprint of cultivators who failed to overcome the Heavenly Tribulation and whose bodies and souls were destroyed. As long as this "Soul Spirit Pill" existed, cultivators who failed to overcome the Heavenly Tribulation in their previous lives would be given a new body in the Underworld for reincarnation. After being reborn into the mortal realm, they could retrieve the "Soul Spirit Pill" and cultivate it to regain all their memories and cultivation techniques from their previous life.

Feng Shui, meant to be annihilated by the Heavenly Tribulation to allow the Demon Butterfly to be reborn, was instead protected by the Demon Butterfly, who preserved its last wisp of soul. This method of refining "Soul Pills" is the most taboo in the cultivation world, forcibly prohibited because it violates the cycle of Heaven, and the refiner will suffer the same Heavenly Tribulation retribution. However, with the Demon Butterfly's current abilities, these concerns are irrelevant. To successfully cultivate into a Demon Butterfly, one must undergo four Heavenly Tribulations. Even one more tribulation wouldn't matter to Jiang Yao now. As long as she could be with her beloved again, she wouldn't hesitate to die. This is a woman—a woman unwavering in her love until death.

Feng Shui and Jiang Yao are of the same type; this is what is called love.

Jiang Yao put away the "Enchanting Zither," holding the "Soul Spirit Pill" refined from Feng Shui's soul in her hands. Another tear of parting fell, but she noticed a bead on the ground shimmering with a bluish-purple light. Jiang Yao reached out and grabbed the bead, discovering it was a "Tear of Love Demons" formed from her own and Feng Shui's tears. This "Tear of Love Demons" also had its uses; only the tears of lovers who would never part could be transformed into it. If two lovers held it in their hands simultaneously, and it glowed, it meant their love was the most sincere and they would grow old together, faithful to death; if it didn't glow, the opposite was true.

Jiang Yao carefully put away the two beads, keeping them close to her body as if they were more important than her own life.

"Our boss is finally saved!" Grass Ash said excitedly to Jiang Yao.

“That’s right. As long as we wait for the feng shui to be reincarnated and find him, I can be with him again.” Jiang Yao’s previous desolate mood vanished, replaced by hope and happiness.

"That's wonderful. By the way, Sister Demon Butterfly, what are your plans before the Feng Shui Master reincarnates?" Grass Ash asked.

"I want to finish my studies and then live an ordinary life. After Feng Shui returns, I'll live a good life with him and enjoy the simple pleasures of ordinary life," Jiang Yao said with a blissful expression.

"You can still be ordinary?" Cao Hui looked at Jiang Yao with a disbelieving expression and muttered to himself.

Jiang Yao completely disregarded Cao Hui's thoughts and began weaving a beautiful future for herself and Feng Shui after their reincarnation. Li Zhanghao watched from the sidelines, knowing that he would be entangled with this woman, Cao Hui, and the Feng Shui awaiting reincarnation, unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Chapter Seventeen: Feng Shui, My Name

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I am twenty-six years old, and people say I am an extraordinary person.

I was born in a war-torn country. When my mother gave birth to me, a Scud missile was fired at her location. I think it was as if even God didn't want me to be born.

So, my mother was killed in the bombing.

However, as the saying goes, "Heaven bestows great responsibilities upon those who are capable," so I crawled out of the mother body that had been blown to pieces. That day was my birthday, February 14th—Valentine's Day.

I don't know how I've managed to get by for the past twenty years, but my bad luck seems to be exceptionally good. I've wandered around many countries, but I still haven't had a girlfriend.

My name is Fengshui (风水), and I don't know why, but I really like this name. It has both wind and water in it, which is truly a great joy in life. So, I've kept using it because it makes me feel close to it, perhaps because I hope that my future life will be smooth sailing.

People say I look like a "Manchu," or a "descendant of the Eight Banners," because my cheekbones are a bit high. I don't care what others say, because people are only happy when they are themselves, and this world is such a wonderful place.

Later, I came to China and found a promising job here. I plan to settle down here and find my future.

Today is my birthday again, and also a Valentine's Day without a lover. It seems that God is really looking out for me.

However, something happened to me today that changed my luck. Because I went to have my fortune told.

In front of the fortune-telling stall.

An elderly man who looked to be over sixty years old was staring intently at the feng shui in front of him, his eyes filled with sharp insight.

"Young man, do you know? You are an extraordinary person," the old man said earnestly.

"I already knew that. Could you please be more specific?" the feng shui master said helplessly.

"You have a full forehead, a square jaw, large eyes, and a straight nose. Such an outstanding young man is truly a rare sight. However, your fate is not so good," the old man said regretfully.

"Can you please say something useful, sir? I'm in a hurry," Feng Shui said impatiently.

Actually, Feng Shui had planned to go drinking with friends today, but when he passed by this place, he was stopped by this old fortune teller who kept pestering him to tell his fortune. Feng Shui glanced at his watch and thought he had plenty of time, so he decided to sit there and stare at the old man.

"Since we have met, it means we are destined to meet. Today I will enlighten you. As you know, people like us who have supernatural powers don't care about money, which is a mundane thing for ordinary people. However, we also need to live, so could you please pay fifty yuan first before I can interpret your destiny?" Although the old man had a very holy expression, his tone was somewhat like that of a prostitute.

"Excuse me, since money is such a mundane thing, and I am an extraordinary person, how could I possibly bring such a mundane thing out on the street?" Feng Shui had long been familiar with the tricks of this kind of charlatan.

"Since that's the case, I'll just have to lose money to make a name for myself. Young man, you're lucky to have met me today. I have a martial arts manual and a bead that enhances your internal energy, which I'll give to you at a discount. As long as you cultivate diligently, I guarantee you'll become an immortal. Including the fortune telling, this manual, and this bead, it'll only cost you five dollars. You won't lose out," the old man said sincerely.

The four large seal characters of "Sunflower Manual" leaped onto the paper, and a slightly yellowed handwritten copy was already in the hands of the feng shui master.

It was a purple bead, surrounded by a faint cyan halo resembling a cosmic nebula. Suddenly, the bead emitted a soft cyan light in Feng Shui's hand, the purple bead and cyan glow appearing exceptionally mysterious. Feng Shui was taken aback, suddenly feeling a strong sense of familiarity with the bead. He played with it in his hand, feeling a warm and comfortable sensation flowing through his palm.

The old man's eyes lit up with excitement. He seemed about to say something but swallowed his words back, though his gaze never left Feng Shui's face. Feng Shui said nothing more, for he suddenly realized he liked the bead. He'd consider it a Valentine's Day gift, even though he'd bought it himself.

"You dare to charge five yuan for this piece of junk? Looks like people are desperate for money these days. Fine, considering you're so old and it's not easy for you to be out in public, consider this five yuan my contribution to the country's poverty alleviation efforts. Besides, I just love this bead." Feng Shui found the glowing bead increasingly appealing, so he pretended to be disdainful and took out five yuan to pay the old man, then gave him another jab.

Feng Shui put the bead in his pocket, but returned the "Sunflower Manual" to the old man.

"I don't think this book is suitable for me to practice, you should keep it yourself, but I want this bead!" said the shrewd businessman.

"No problem, no problem, as long as you like it." The old man took the five yuan and the "Sunflower Manual" and said with an even more shrewd expression.

Feng Shui suddenly realized he seemed to have been set up, but since he really liked the bead, he didn't argue with the old man any further. Feng Shui glanced at his watch and realized the party was approaching. So, he said goodbye to the old man and went to attend the Valentine's Day bachelor party.

The old man clutched the five yuan tightly in his hand, watching the feng shui master's departing figure. He was filled with mixed emotions, his eyes reddened, and a tear of emotion rolled down his cheek.

"Boss, I've finally seen you again." The old man said with an excited expression and a slightly trembling voice.

Suddenly, the old man's face began to change; his originally weathered and wrinkled face slowly became younger. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the old man was actually transformed from grass ash.

2004-12-08 11:46:00

Chunxian Dog Meat City.

Feng Shui's two good buddies, Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai, had already booked a table and were waiting for him at the dog meat restaurant.

Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai are similar in age and fortune, and neither of them has a girlfriend. This Valentine's Day is probably the most depressing day for single people. So, the three of them agreed to have drinks here to relieve the pent-up feelings of loneliness on such a romantic and warm day.

The three men were sitting around a dog meat hot pot, drinking heartily. The twenty-odd empty bottles on and under the table were enough to show that they were "almost drunk."

Three flushed faces, three pairs of hazy, drunken eyes, and seemingly casual smiles—these three drunkards are gambling about who should pay the bill.

"We each drank eight," Feng Shui said, looking quite drunk.

“That’s right, now five more bottles for each person. If anyone throws up, they pay the bill,” Yu Duotian said, her tongue slurring.

"The east wind blows, the war drums beat, when it comes to drinking, I'm not afraid of anyone. Today it's definitely the two of you who are paying the bill, come on! Drink until you drop." Fan Dao'ai seemed to have already drunk enough.