Yang Ye refined the Supreme Elder's Dao Artifact to upgrade the Gourd of Fortune. As a result, he caused a huge commotion and alarmed the gods living in the Sea of Sorrow.
He heard someone singing in the sea. The lyrics were: Spring dreams scatter with the clouds, flying flowers follow the water flow.
My sons and daughters, why bother to worry about nothing?
Yang Ye heard it with his divine ears. It was the voice of a few girls. Before the song ended, he saw more than ten fairies walking on the water. They were as delicate as spring flowers and as beautiful as the autumn moon.
The leader of the group was a female immortal. Her hair was tied up in a glossy black bun, and she was draped in a rose-purple gold and silver coat. She wore a honey-colored cotton-padded jacket and a scallion yellow cotton skirt. Her lips were red without any lipstick, her eyebrows were green without any makeup, her face was like a silver basin, and her eyes were like apricots. Her appearance was beautiful, and her skin was like snow. She wore a phoenix gold hairpin, and she had a dignified aura.
"Turbid thing? That's an interesting name. " Yang Ye was smart. He instantly understood the meaning of the women's words. He didn't mind and just smiled. He bowed politely and answered, "Fairies, I'm Yang Ye. I've mistakenly barged into the treasure land and acted recklessly. If I've offended you, please forgive me."
It was a pity that this courtesy only met with a cold shoulder. Although these beauties were all beautiful, most of them had hot tempers and were extremely disgusted with men. They didn't listen to Yang Ye's explanation at all. All of them raised their eyebrows and opened their almond-shaped eyes wide as they said in unison:
"Sisters, don't talk nonsense. The Palace Master has ordered that anyone who trespasses into the Sea of Sorrow, regardless of whether they are humans, gods, or demonic beasts, must be killed. In any case, my Great Illusionary Land's Department of Thin Fate's garden is still lacking a lot of fertilizers.
As they spoke, the women revealed shocking attainments. All of them possessed cultivations at the qi refinement realm that was comparable to the fourth heavenly tribulation, and they were filled with Immortal Core Energy. They blew on clouds and spat out mist, and their movements were accompanied by wind and lightning. They crowded around him while twisting their waists, displaying their fair wrists, and unfolding their pure white sleeves, and they swiftly transformed into demonic dragons and vicious pythons that condensed their claws and accumulated strength. Seeing that the battle was about to break out, someone suddenly shouted, "Stop."
Yang Ye was originally prepared to fight, but when he heard the voice, he looked over and saw another woman descending from the clouds. This person was dressed differently from the others. She was resplendent and looked like a celestial consort. Wearing a golden hairpin with eight treasures and eight pearls, a pearl hairpin with five phoenixes hanging in the morning sun, a pure gold tasseled tasseled collar, and a scarlet satin embroidered with a hundred butterflies and flowers? She was wearing a coat with a five-colored embroidered stone coat and a jadeite flower-patterned crepe skirt. She had a pair of red phoenix triangular eyes and two curved willow leaf shaped eyebrows. Her figure was slender and graceful. Her pink face was full of youthful vigor, and her red lips were full of smiles.
"Thank the heavens, thank the heavens that I made it in time." The graceful woman stood between Yang Ye and the other girls, patting her perky chest and saying in a soft and smooth voice, "Sisters, you're too reckless. This Mr. Yang is the messenger sent by Goddess Nuwa and the Little Heaven Duke of Creation. He has a respectable status and is an honored guest of the Great Illusionary Land of the Sorrowful Sea. How can you offend him?! "
Goddess Nuwa was the leader of the female immortals, and Little Creation was the only native god in the current Creation Space of the Three Thousand Worlds. He still had a high prestige for this group of little women who lived in seclusion outside the Thirty-third Heaven. Therefore, they were all shocked and stopped fighting. They only used pairs of bright eyes to carefully size up Yang Ye from head to toe. They were no longer as arrogant and indifferent as before.
At this moment, the gentle smile in the ink-black eyes of the woman who persuaded them to stop fighting became more and more intense. She said sweetly, "Mr. Yang, I'm the Sorrowful Golden Maiden of the Great Illusionary Land of the Spring Mountain Qinxiang Cave. The rest of you are all sisters in the same cave. We're in charge of the affairs of the mortal world, and we're all obsessed with the mortal world. We've all received great kindness from Goddess Nuwa, and we've always wanted to repay her kindness.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Offending God. "
Yang Ye hurriedly said, "Madam, you're exaggerating. It's just a misunderstanding."
The Sorrowful Golden Maiden said again, "It's fate that we've suddenly met today. This place is not far from the Great Illusionary Land. There are immortal tea and fine wine, as well as immortal songs in the Red Chamber. Please come with us to repay our sisters for their rude behavior just now. "
Yang Ye wanted to refuse, but the Sorrowful Golden Maiden took the initiative to reach out her slender hand. A wisp of delicate fragrance penetrated his heart, softening his heart in an instant. Then, he unexpectedly let her hold his arm and followed her into the sky. They traveled tens of thousands of miles in an instant and arrived at the border of the Sorrowful Sea. A magnificent palace appeared. There was a stone tablet built horizontally on it, and the words "Sea of Sin and Sky of Love" were written on it.
There was another couplet in the archway of the palace gate. The content was, "Thick earth and high sky, lamenting the endless love of the past and present. Obsessed men and resentful women, pitiful affairs of love are hard to repay."
If it were another hipster who came here and saw this couplet, it would be hard for him not to be moved by the passing of spring and the passing of autumn. But Yang Ye was a bold and unrestrained man. He loved to play the copper pipa, iron chowder, and sing the song 'Da Jiang Dong Flows East'. He disdained these kinds of sentimental words and only cared about walking inside with his head held high. Not long after, there were many plaques and couplets in front of him. They were all "Division of Infatuation", "Division of Resentment", "Division of Morning Cry", "Division of Night Grieving", "Division of Feelings of Spring", and "Division of Sorrow in Autumn".
Yang Ye's brain had evolved and he had the qualifications of a Quasi-sage. He had also read a lot of miscellaneous books on Earth, so he obviously understood the meaning of these titles. Comparing the process of his love with Ling Kuang and Liu Huiniang, he inexplicably had a playful thought. He thought to himself, "These are all a bunch of useless stories."
The Sorrowful Golden Maiden asked, "These are the records of the past and future of all the women in the world. Mr. Yang has great magical power and can see and hear the world. Do you want to enter the division to read and foresee their fate?"
Yang Ye smiled and said, "It's not necessary. I'm just an ordinary man. I'm not interested in love and I don't have the divinity to control the worldly affairs. Therefore, there's no need for me to foresee the fate of the women in the world. Since ancient times, beautiful women have been ill-fated. And I don't like to read tragedies the most. Every self-abuse story has a little twist. "
The Sorrowful Golden Maiden chuckled and said, "What an interesting man. Good! Good! Everything is up to you. Please come in! "
The crowd walked all the way inside. They passed by the various divisions and arrived at the back hall. What entered their eyes were painted pillars, carved eaves, beaded curtains, and embroidered curtains. Celestial flowers were fragrant and exotic herbs were fragrant. Yang Ye had seen in his life, even the Bajing Palace was not as low-key and luxurious as this place.
"Sister Police Fantasy, the distinguished guests have arrived. Please come out and welcome them."
Just as he finished speaking, a few fairies walked out from the back hall of the Great Illusionary Land. The person in the lead was graceful and elegant. She was poles apart from the mortals. Her celestial hair fluttered like a spring peach. Her hair was tied up in a cloud bun. Her lips were like cherry blossoms and her teeth were fragrant. Her slender waist was delicate like the wind and snow dancing. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she did not speak. In terms of appearance, she was inferior to Xi Zi and inferior to Wang He. There was also a fragrance that smelled like musk orchids.
"Are the distinguished guests sent by the Little Heaven Duke of Creation and Goddess Nuwa outside?"
The Sorrowful Golden Maiden raised her hand and introduced, "Mister Yang, this is the elder sister of all of us. She is the creator of the Great Illusionary Land, the Fragrant Cave Master Police Fantasy Fairy."
Yang Ye hurriedly bowed and said, "I'm Yang Ye. Greetings to the fairy. Please forgive me for my sudden visit."
The Police Fantasy Fairy smiled sweetly. Her smile was like spring plum blossoms blooming with snow. She said, "There's really such a beautiful man in the world! It's said that women are pure and men are turbid. Now that I've met you, I know that's a fallacy! I admire the fine clothes of a gentleman. Love.
A gentleman's appearance is like a fragrant jade seal. A gentleman's attitude is like a phoenix's pearl and a dragon's soaring … "
Even if Yang Ye's skin was as thick as a city wall, he could not help but feel his cheeks heat up when he was flattered by the Police Fantasy Fairy. He said, "Fairy … you're flattering me."
The Police Fantasy Fairy was passionate. She and the Sorrowful Golden Maiden each hugged Yang Ye's arm and invited him into the inner chamber. Just as he entered the inner chamber, he smelled a delicate fragrance. It was unusually magical and was slightly different from the body fragrance of the Police Fantasy Fairy and the Sorrowful Fairy.
Yang Ye did not ask. The Police Fantasy Fairy knew what he was thinking and explained, "This is made from the essence of the newly born flowers of the various mountains. It is combined with the oil of various treasure forests and pearl trees. It's called the 'Essence of Fragrance'."
"What an Essence of Fragrance. It's indeed unparalleled in the heavens and under the heavens. It's revered by the world." Yang Ye was full of praise as he continued to ask, "I wonder how you managed to collect the essence of the flowers of the various mountains?"
The Police Fantasy Fairy replied, "Mister, this is the easiest thing to do." As she spoke, she clapped her jade-like palms. A spatial ripple appeared in the empty space in front of her. Then, the ripple surged and a sparkling white fish swam out. There was a satin package in its mouth.
Then, she took the satin package and opened it. She took out all kinds of flowers from it. They were all from different plot worlds in the Creation Space.
The Police Fantasy Fairy raised her jade-like hand and held the white fish in her hand. She explained to Yang Ye, "This is a rare spiritual pet after the creation of the world. It is called the White Fish of the Wind. It is quite spiritual and has the ability to travel through three thousand worlds at will. It can quickly deliver all kinds of materials for its master and is not blocked by any magic. I rely on this White Fish of the Wind to collect the essence of the flowers of various worlds and refine the Essence of Fragrance. "
After listening to the introduction of the magic treasure, Yang Ye could not help but secretly criticize, "White Fish of the Wind, why don't you change it to SF Express?" The functions of the two were actually quite similar.
While his thoughts were running wild, Yang Ye had already followed the Police Fantasy Fairy and the others into the banquet hall. The hall was already filled with female immortals. There were old and young, handsome and ugly. There was only one person who stood out.
This person was the same as Yang Ye. He was also a man. The difference was that Yang Ye was handsome and full of heroic spirit. However, this was a boy who looked like a girl. His entire body was exposed with a thick scent of makeup. His face was like the moon in mid-autumn, his color was like the flowers of spring. His hair was like a knife, his eyebrows were like ink painting, his nose was like hanging gallbladder, and his eyes were like autumn waves. Although he was angry, he sometimes smiled. His face was powdered, his lips were painted, his eyes were full of emotions, and his words were like a smile. His natural charm was all on the tip of his eyebrows. All kinds of feelings in his life were piled up in the corner of his eyes.
When the boy saw the Police Fantasy Fairy and the Golden Girl of Sorrows hugging Yang Ye intimately as they entered the hall, he immediately went crazy. He threw the beautiful jade hanging on his neck onto the ground and smashed it into pieces. He gritted his teeth and pointed at Yang Ye angrily and scolded, "Where did you come from, the bodies of the Police Fantasy Fairy and the Golden Girl of Sorrows is not something that a filthy thing like you can touch!"
His words shocked the entire hall. Everyone who was drinking at the banquet stared blankly at him. Yang Ye was not afraid and ignored them. Instead, he stubbornly hugged the Police Fantasy Fairy and the Golden Girl of Sorrows tighter.
The boy continued to scold, "Lecher, you are really shameless …"
Before he finished, the Police Fantasy Fairy coldly said, "Servant Shen Ying, please mind your words. You must know that this is the Great Illusionary Land, not your Red Flaw Palace!"
(End of Chapter)
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