Qi Yuntian held the unconscious Pojun in his arms, feeling an indescribable sense of urgency. He just wanted to find a place to settle Pojun down, but it wasn't as easy as it seemed.
"Stop, let go of my lady." Qinglian grabbed Qi Yuntian's arm with one hand, trying to get him to release Pojun. Although she found it strange that this man referred to the lady as Pojun, she put that thought aside for now. The most important thing at the moment was to prevent him from taking Pojun away.
Qi Yuntian had no intention of dealing with the woman who was clinging to him. He coldly said, "Mie, take her." With a slight shake of his arm, Qinglian was forcefully pushed away.
Before she could feel the pain, Qinglian found herself landing in a pair of warm arms. Startled, she lifted her head and looked into a pair of cold, star-like eyes. What bright eyes he had. However, Qinglian's concern was focused on Pojun, and she didn't delve deeper into it. A silent bond was formed between them.
Qi Yuntian quickly left the forest with a swift movement. A strong and powerful voice echoed in his ears, "My Lord, please take the person to the west wing. I have prepared everything," Qi Yuntian couldn't help but admire the high monk's ability to know everything.
Looking at the increasingly purple face of Pojun, Qi Yuntian decided to pay a visit to this high monk. He wanted to see what tricks the monk had up his sleeve. With a few light leaps, he was already standing outside the west wing. The waiting monks had already opened the door under their master's orders, making it convenient for Qi Yuntian to carry Pojun inside. Just as the door was about to close, Qinglian, who had followed closely behind the man who had been carrying her all this time, hurriedly spoke up, "Wait, I want to go in too." However, her efforts were in vain, as Qi Yuntian's voice rang out again, "Mie, take this woman back to the palace." Qi Yuntian held the person in his arms firmly, determined not to let go.
Qinglian didn't have a chance to refuse as she was once again carried away by Mie. They disappeared from the Qiyun Temple silently, too fast for anyone to see when they made their move.
At this moment, a light sigh made Qi Yuntian slightly displeased. Lao Wu closed his eyes and muttered softly, "It is fate, it is karma, destined by heaven."
Qi Yuntian frowned, extremely displeased. But for now, he had to restrain himself for Pojun's sake. He walked to the bedside, gently laying Pojun down. As he stood up, he gently brushed the hair off Pojun's cheek, his loving gaze evident.
After Qi Yuntian stood up, he looked at Lao Wu standing beside him. In a deep voice, he said, "Thank you, Master." Although he had some medical knowledge himself, the symptoms Pojun displayed were beyond the reach of an ordinary doctor.
"Amitabha, I will do my best," Lao Wu replied with clasped hands, his voice filled with compassion. He moved to the bedside and the young monk who had been waiting by the side had already brought a stool for his master to sit on. As he walked away, he couldn't help but curiously peek at the person on the bed.
Once Lao Wu was seated, he reached out to pulse me. The room became surprisingly quiet. Qi Yuntian had long instructed Mie to gather all the information related to me when he learned that there was a person in the imperial palace of Beichen who looked exactly like Pojun. He also knew that I had been saved by Beichen Xiao after a near-death experience. But even after recovering, my body still harbored a lingering illness.
"Prince Qi, please use your inner energy to calm the cold qi within the lady's body," Lao Wu finished examining my pulse and calmly requested Qi Yuntian.
Qi Yuntian nodded without saying a word and walked steadily to the bedside. He took off his shoes and gently climbed onto the bed, supporting Pojun's body with tenderness. Placing his hands gently on Pojun's back, he closed his eyes and circulated his inner energy. Qi Yuntian was not surprised that Lao Wu knew his identity. Although he had been in the city of Qi for four years, he never drew attention to himself. Few people knew the true appearance of Qi Yuntian.
Time passed in a solemn atmosphere. The warm sun gradually set, and the room became exceptionally quiet. It was so quiet that even the sound of a falling needle would seem loud.
It wasn't until the night grew deep that Qi Yuntian tiredly withdrew his excess power. He gently laid me down and got off the bed. With a sharp gaze, he looked at Lao Wu, his voice neither high nor low as he spoke, "Master, you must have already understood that there is cold poison within Pojun's body."
"Indeed, I have known for a while. However, due to the severe injuries the lady has suffered, any method or external force used to remove the cold poison would further harm her. Therefore, Beichen Emperor has been using the 'Snow Fragrance Pill,' unique to the royal family, to sustain her life. But I know that there is only one person in this world who can remove this cold poison for her, and that is Prince Qi, who has imparted his inner energy to her," Lao Wu explained concisely. Given the current circumstances, it seemed that they could only do what they could and leave the rest to fate.
"It seems that Beichen Emperor has already sought your help, Master," Qi Yuntian naturally understood Lao Wu's words. However, this was the first time he had heard about the cold poison within Pojun's body. Removing the poison himself wouldn't cause much harm since her inner energy was originally imparted by him and had already merged with his. Removing the poison would not cause significant damage.
"Amitabha, it is a pity that I am not the destined one," Lao Wu said softly, using ambiguous words, hoping that Qi Yuntian would soon realize the truth. Otherwise, they would have to wait and see what would happen in the future.
Qi Yuntian remained silent, standing quietly.
"My Lord, it's getting late. How about staying here for the night and bringing the lady down the mountain tomorrow morning?" Lao Wu, being an understanding person, could sense the unrest in Qi Yuntian's heart.
"That would be troublesome, Master," Qi Yuntian replied with a faint courtesy, his gaze fixed on the sleeping Pojun.
"In that case, I will take my leave," Lao Wu said and turned to walk towards the door. The young monk, who had been observing the conversation between his master and the prince, followed closely behind, his little head feeling a bit dizzy from listening. He stuck close to his master's side and made sure to close the door behind them as they left the room.
The Qiyun Temple in the dark night had gained an additional air of mystery. Lao Wu looked up at the stars in the sky, let out a soft sigh, breaking the silence of the night.
"Master, you never involve yourself in worldly matters. Why did you do so today?" the young monk asked curiously, rubbing his bald head.
"Everything is predetermined by fate. Today, I couldn't enlighten her because it was also destined," Lao Wu said slowly, uttering words that confused the young monk even more. "Master, I don't understand."
"Huizhen, do you know how many stars there are in the sky?" Lao Wu asked his young disciple in a gentle voice.
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"Master, the sky is vast, so there must be as many stars as there are," Huizhen answered earnestly.
Lao Wu turned around and looked at Huizhen with great satisfaction. He truly was a child with a strong affinity for Buddhism.
"Huizhen, let me tell you a story about the stars in the sky," Lao Wu said, planning to share this story with him since he had foreseen that she would appear today and that he wouldn't be able to change the course of events, but he still wanted to try his best. However, it seemed that everything would depend on their own destiny.
"Master, really?" Huizhen, after all, was still a child under ten years old. He was delighted to hear that there was a story to listen to, and immediately clung to his master.
"Haha, I will tell you, be patient!" Lao Wu patted Huizhen's head and his gaze gradually became distant. His old voice quietly echoed in the night.
Heavenly Realm
"Pojun, the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet is about to begin. Why are you going there?" Emperor Mie Xingjun looked at Pojun, who was rushing somewhere without knowing where.
Upon hearing the voice, Pojun quickly turned around. He looked at Emperor Mie Xingjun standing not far away, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. With a soft voice, he slowly spoke, "Although the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet is a once-in-a-thousand-year event, today is the day when Yaochi Fairy transforms. I want to go and see. I can go to the Peach Banquet later."
Emperor Mie sighed, shaking his head in silence. Pojun had many good qualities, but there was one thing he didn't like about him—he had a fondness for beautiful women. Observing his well-dressed appearance today, Pojun seemed more dignified than usual. His dark purple hair was tied with a single silver hairpin, while a few strands of rebellious hair floated on his cheeks. There was a flaming pattern burning on his forehead. His handsome eyebrows were refined, not rugged, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. His delicate nose was slightly sweating, and his perfectly sized lips were slightly parted, as if inviting others. He was wrapped in a dark-colored robe that displayed delicate patterns resembling his forehead mark. As a martial star deity, both of his hands were adorned with wrist guards transformed by magical powers. At this moment, Pojun looked incredibly handsome.
Pojun was accustomed to Emperor Mie's scrutiny, and of course, he knew what was on his mind. With a flash of red light, Pojun appeared in front of Emperor Mie. They stood eye to eye, nose to nose, very close. Pojun's smiling eyes narrowed, and his lips formed a perfect angle. He softly asked, "Do I look good?"
Emperor Mie froze for a moment, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and took a step back. With a hint of helplessness in his tone, he said, "Stop fooling around." His slightly blushed cheeks revealed his current mood.
"What are you afraid of? The Heavenly Realm is not what it used to be. Even the Heavenly Emperor..." Before Pojun could finish his sentence, Emperor Mie covered his lips with his hand. In his mind, he cursed, "You idiot, do you want to be banished from the mortal realm?"
At this moment, Pojun's actions became even faster. He forcefully pushed away Emperor Mie's hand. Since they were both gods and their minds were connected, he could hear Emperor Mie's thoughts. So, he said silently, "If I'm banished, then be it. I've been to the mortal realm before."
Emperor Mie shook his head helplessly. It was no wonder that Pojun acted this way. They had always been partners and descended to the mortal realm together. Emperor Mie played the role of the villain, while Pojun supported him. At some point, their relationship began to develop in an unexpected way. After completing their missions in the mortal realm, every lifetime ended with Pojun taking Emperor Mie's life. This ensured that Emperor Mie's Purple Micro Star wouldn't be annihilated. If the Heavenly Emperor were to find out about this, things wouldn't end so easily. After all, gods like them were not allowed to have emotions.
Looking at Emperor Mie's absent-mindedness, Pojun thought to himself that whether he went alone or together with Emperor Mie, it didn't matter. Well, since Emperor Mie's attention was elsewhere, Pojun took the opportunity to pull his lover and flew towards Yaochi. He wondered what kind of beauty would appear this time.
When Emperor Mie came to his senses and looked around at the flowers all around, he realized that the scenery was surreal. He didn't expect to end up here since he just liked watching. Why did Pojun drag him along?
Pojun's eyes shone brightly as he looked at a red rose. At this moment, the flower emitted a faint red light, and if one looked closely, they could see a woman forming within it.
Emperor Mie furrowed his brows as he became displeased with Pojun's focused gaze on the rose. With a flash of light, Emperor Mie appeared in front of Pojun, blocking his view of the rose. His gaze was possessive.
Pojun was completely engrossed and didn't expect Emperor Mie to obstruct him. Just as he was about to say something, Emperor Mie kissed him without hesitation. As soon as Pojun opened his mouth to speak, Emperor Mie's tongue took the opportunity to enter. It ravaged his soft mouth, and Pojun, initially reluctant, gradually succumbed to Emperor Mie's tenderness. His hands couldn't help but tightly embrace Emperor Mie's neck as he passionately responded. However, they didn't notice that the red glow of the rose was gradually deepening. A lively figure transformed from an illusion into reality.
Pojun leaned flush against Emperor Mie's chest, his face flushed. He gripped Emperor Mie's pale golden outer robe tightly. With a hint of resentment in his eyes, he gazed at Emperor Mie, who resembled a cat that had stolen a treat. He felt indignant in his heart. Why was it always him who allowed himself to become confused by emotions first?
However, things always developed unexpectedly. The newly-formed Rose Fairy was instantly infatuated with Emperor Mie. Furthermore, she discovered the feelings between Pojun and Emperor Mie. Filled with resentment and hatred, she exposed their love affair in public. The Heavenly Emperor was furious upon hearing this. Pojun and Emperor Mie were originally incompatible constellations, and not to mention, both were male stars. The Heavenly Emperor unleashed his thunderous wrath, and Emperor Mie, in order to lessen Pojun's punishment, took full responsibility. The Heavenly Emperor punished Emperor Mie to endure the flames of seventy-seven thunderstorms. Finally, he ordered Emperor Mie to drink the Love-Suppressing Water and banished him to the mortal realm. Not long after Emperor Mie's banishment, Rose Fairy disappeared from the Heavenly Realm.
When Pojun was released from the heavenly calamity by the Heavenly Emperor, his divine soul was greatly wounded. Hearing that his beloved had endured so much hardship for him, he couldn't bear the pain in his heart.
"Pojun, I made Emperor Mie drink the Love-Suppressing Water. You and he will never have a chance to be together again. However, I can give Emperor Mie one more chance to return to the Heavenly Realm," the Heavenly Emperor said coldly, secretly feeling that the punishment was too severe. But he couldn't lose face. Since Emperor Mie bore all the guilt alone, and now that Pojun was innocent, if Pojun was willing to undergo calamities in the mortal realm for Emperor Mie, when they returned to the Heavenly Realm in the future, they could be together.
"Heavenly Emperor, what must Pojun do to enable Emperor Mie to return to the Heavenly Realm?" Pojun knelt with disheveled hair in the Hall of the Clouds, his eyes filled with tears. Upon hearing that the Heavenly Emperor was willing to show mercy, a spark ignited in his heart.
"As long as you can make Emperor Mie, who has already forgotten about you, shed a tear of love for you once again, he can return to the Heavenly Realm. If you cannot do it..." The Heavenly Emperor narrowed his eyes.
"What will happen to him?" Pojun urgently asked.
"He will vanish into thin air." The Heavenly Emperor uttered these four words lightly, but they thundered in Pojun's ears.
"I will give you ten chances. Take care of yourself. Since you love him wholeheartedly, once you descend to the mortal realm, you will be a woman for eternity. Experience the joy of being a woman." After the Heavenly Emperor finished speaking, he ordered his warriors to escort Pojun to the South Heaven Gate.
"Master, Master!" Huizhen called out loudly, realizing that his master was still immersed in the story and hadn't come back. He wondered if his master knew what would happen after they descended to the mortal realm again.
Startled by his disciple's loud call, Liao Wu returned to his senses. He looked down at Huizhen's bright eyes and said, "Master, what happened to them after they descended to the mortal realm? Did they return to the heavens?"
"No, they went through ten reincarnations. In nine of those lifetimes, Emperor Mie died by Pojun's hand," Liao Wu replied, sighing lightly before falling silent.
"Why, Master? Why? Weren't they in love?" Huizhen couldn't understand.
"It was because of the Love-Suppressing Water. It made Emperor Mie completely forget about Pojun. And it was destined that Emperor Mie's life had to end at Pojun's hands. Due to these reasons, they missed out on nine lifetimes," Liao Wu explained, closing his eyes, unwilling to say more.
Understanding that his master didn't want to be disturbed further, Huizhen silently prayed to the Buddha, hoping that these lovers would be given another chance!