Nine-colored Deer frowned slightly, vaguely sensing that something was amiss with Li Qingshan's tone. But on second thought, this kid had always had a bad temper. Now that he had been wronged by Spirit Sovereign Guihai, he must be infuriated. He would definitely demand justice from that old turtle.
"Hehe, with his current cultivation, he's not much weaker than that old turtle. That old turtle is probably in deep trouble this time!"
However, she had a sliver of doubt in her heart. She and Spirit Sovereign Guihai were both connate gods, so she understood the extraordinariness of the spirit turtle race better than humans. Human cultivators had to study arduously for many years to comprehend the Dao of Divination, but it was an innate ability for spirit turtles. It was as natural as swimming.
"Furthermore, Spirit Sovereign Guihai has always been cautious. If he wasn't completely confident in such a major matter, there's no way he would announce it to the public like this, damaging the reputation of the Myriad Phenomenon Sect for nothing. Why would he make such a mistake?"
But when she looked at Ruan Yaozhu, who was nestled in Li Qingshan's arms, she did not look like the Hundred Herb Garden's lord at all. She was clearly a little woman who had found someone to rely on. She heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that. Her slightly blushed face beamed, and she was completely at ease. She believed that Li Qingshan would explain everything to Spirit Sovereign Guihai and resolve this huge misunderstanding. She even felt a little smug.
"Sigh, this silly blockhead. It's truly a love calamity!"
In this situation, Nine-colored Deer obviously could not voice out her doubts. She could only hope that the greatest and deepest worry in her heart would not come true.
Li Qingshan suddenly changed the topic. "But before that, do you want to hear my story, Yaozhu?" "Yes."
"En." Ruan Yaozhu nodded and suddenly exclaimed.
It turned out that Li Qingshan had carried her and brought her to a patch of flowers to sit on the ground.
Ruan Yaozhu was so embarrassed that she could not help but struggle. She said coquettishly, "Senior brother, let go of me!"
Nine-colored Deer stomped her front paws in indignation, thinking, "Which man would let go of you when you look like this?"
Li Qingshan whispered into Ruan Yaozhu's ear. "Don't move. Let me finish."
His deep voice seemed to have a kind of magic or a kind of majesty. Ruan Yaozhu stopped struggling and blinked her eyes as she looked up at him.
This was the perfect fusion of the Path of the Heavenly Devil and the might of a god. His words carried the will of heaven, and every single move he made emitted boundless charm. Every single word he said was like an order that was difficult to resist, and it was sufficient to affect the mind of a Yang Spirit cultivator.
Of course, at this moment, Ruan Yaozhu didn't have any intention of resisting him at all. She believed in Li Qingshan unreservedly, and was also in the midst of great sorrow and great joy of reuniting after a long time. It could be said that she was at a loss.
"At first, I didn't go to the Infernal Domain. Instead, I was guided to the Elysium and was given the title of Divine General Garan …"
When Li Qingshan began to talk about his experiences, Ruan Yaozhu gradually forgot her shyness and immersed herself in his story. Li Fengyuan and the nine-colored deer also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
The Elysium was a magical world, and everything that Li Qingshan experienced in the Elysium was even more bizarre and incredible.
Everyone present felt that in Li Qingshan's calm voice, there were emotions that could not be described in words. Sometimes, he was like an old man who was talking about the past many years ago. Sometimes, he was as naive as a child, who didn't know the right and wrong, good and evil of the world.
When they heard that he had gone as far as to undergo nirvāṇa rebirth in order to resist the influence of the Elysium and lose all of his memories, everyone worried for him. However, they also felt like this was something Li Qingshan would do. When they heard that he had been adopted by an old couple and was named "Egg", everyone smiled. They felt like the name suited him very well for some reason.
Unknowingly, the last ray of afterglow faded from the horizon and night fell.
As the story progressed, "Eggsheng" finally embarked on a journey to the Big Leiyin Temple. Everything was like fate. The audience became more and more immersed in the story, and the surrounding flowers and trees also seemed to be listening attentively.
Li Qingshan was once a disciple, but he had to admit that he was not very successful in this line of work. He could only copy the works of his previous life and still needed Little Ann's help to edit and polish them. To put it bluntly, those stories did not belong to him at all. And now, this was the most wonderful story he had ever told, a story that completely belonged to him.
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and silver light shone everywhere.
"Li Qingshan, what are you doing!?"
Suddenly, there was a shout. The Nine-colored Deer's eyes were filled with anger as it stared at Li Qingshan. To be more precise, it was staring at Li Qingshan's left hand, which was hiding beside Ruan Yaozhu.
Ruan Yaozhu was at a loss, as if she had just woken up from a dream. Her mind was still immersed in the story — everything that Li Qingshan experienced in the Demon Domain was far more bizarre and thrilling than the Elysium. She also wanted to know if Li Qingshan could escape from the Evil God Jiuying's labyrinth, and how he defeated Demon God Qiongqi …
"As expected of a Natural God, I haven't finished my story yet!" Li Qingshan shook his head with some regret. "But it's getting late, let's stop here for today!"
"Jiu Er?" Ruan Yaozhu blinked her eyes, looked at the Nine-colored Deer, and then looked at Li Qingshan, not knowing what had happened.
And at some point, Li Fengyuan had closed his eyes again, unable to bear to see what would happen next.
Li Qingshan slowly raised his left hand, and in his palm was a blooming cereus. The white and slender petals slowly bloomed in his hand, as if he had casually plucked them. But there was not a single blooming cereus in the surrounding flowers.
That blooming cereus did not look like an ordinary spiritual herb. Its petals were all the same size, and the distance between the petals was exactly the same. There were three layers, and each layer had 24 petals, for a total of 72 petals.
The great array of the Hundred Herb Garden was called the "72 Marquises Array."
The almanac said, "Five days are the marquises, three marquises are the Qi, six Qi are the time, and four seasons are the years."
There were 24 solar terms in a year, which were further divided into 72 marquises. The purpose of the "72 Marquises Array" was to subtly adjust the climate of the Hundred Herb Garden, allowing all kinds of strange flowers and plants with different habits to flourish. That was how it got its name.
The Hundred Herb Garden was the foundation of the Myriad Appearance Sect. The power of this "Seventy-Two Marquises Formation" was far above the "Great Mysterious Nether Formation" of the Mysterious Nether Cave Mansion. This seventy-two-petaled Epiphyllum was the core formation disk of this formation. It was also the symbol of the master of the Hundred Herb Garden.
Ruan Yaozhu touched the Sumeru Ring on her finger, and the blooming cereus was indeed not there. She panicked, as if she had stepped on air, and there was a bottomless abyss below her.
She struggled out of his embrace, and forced a smile. "Qingshan, stop messing around. I can't give this to you, even if you are the Eldest Shixiong. "Her tone was almost pleading. The Nine-colored Deer's heart was about to break when he heard this, and he stared at Li Qingshan.
However, Li Qingshan was unfazed. He stared at the blooming cereus in his hand. A strand of darkness was released from the stamen, dyeing the pure-white petals black from the inside out.
The formation of the Seventy-Two Marquises was profound and complicated. Even though he had already become a god, he was only here as a clone after all. He would struggle to refine it in a short amount of time.
However, apart from the Master of the Hundred Herb Garden and the Spirit Sovereign of Guihai, there was another person who knew the formation of the Seventy-Two Marquises like the back of their hand, and that was the caretaker of the Abundance Department, Pi Yangqiu.
The Nine-colored Deer said furiously, "Blockhead, don't be stupid! He wants to take your Hundred Herb Garden! He's already become a demon! "
Li Qingshan seemed to be completely focused on refining the blooming cereus. He no longer tried to hide anything, radiating with heavy demon qi. It was a darkness even deeper than the night, completely obscuring the bright moonlight. His figure was swallowed in the darkness as well, and his eyes shone with scarlet light.
In the depths of the darkness were the painful and resentful murmurs of a billion demonfolk. He no longer seemed to be among the flowers, but sitting high above a sea of blood.
"No, you won't!" Ruan Yaozhu shook her head slowly as tears fell like rain.
Li Qingshan raised his head and glanced at her. He let out a sigh, as if he was saying, Yaozhu, this is the ending of the story.
The blooming cereus in his hand was completely dyed black.
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