Yuan Ruoyu stared at the last lines of the diary, stunned, her face flushing bright red.
Her blush was as vivid as a delicate flower, a sight that gave her an allure rarely seen, like a fairy descending into the mortal realm—losing some of her ethereal charm but gaining a touch of feminine tenderness.
“Not suitable for children, 10,000 words omitted here…”
Yuan Ruoyu whispered softly, unable to help but picture the scene in her mind.
For cultivators, both their physical capabilities and memories far exceed those of mortals.
The time she spent with Lin Feng in the Yunluo Mountains was the most cherished and happiest period she’d ever experienced, a memory she guarded closely and often revisited…
Thus, it remained vivid as ever.
Yuan Ruoyu gently closed her eyes, and the scenes from those days seemed to play out before her, so real and tangible.
That night.
The night sky was beautiful, and the breeze was gentle.
The deep red wild fruits were fragrant, juicy, and uniquely delicious.
She knew they would soon part ways and felt a pang of sadness, but before the farewell, she finally mustered the courage.
She didn’t want to leave any regrets.
And so, she made that bold gesture, offering him a taste.
His kiss was fervent, like a blazing fire, seeming as if it would melt her.
Under the flickering glow of the firelight, they embraced tenderly, and then…
Yuan Ruoyu suddenly snapped back to reality, her eyes wide open, her face still red, and she couldn’t help but think, “Ten thousand words is really not an exaggeration!”
A moment later.
Yuan Ruoyu appeared in an ancient hall of the Jade Pool Holy Land, her complexion already returning to normal. Her gaze was calm, yet there was an air of distance that kept others at bay.
After all, she was the current Holy Lord!
Having held a high position for so long, coupled with her remarkable cultivation, she naturally exuded an aura of dignity and weight in every gesture.
At this moment, several elders, including Wei Yuan, were discussing matters regarding the diary.
“Dark cuisine? What in the world is that?”
“Can it enhance cultivation? But I’ve never heard of any faction being able to concoct such a thing!”
“This Ruoyu seems to have an unusual background!”
At that moment, an old man dressed in a green robe, with a lotus leaf atop his head, chuckled and said, “From the Emperor’s diary, this little fish is both beautiful and talented, and she can even concoct dark cuisine. She really is a remarkable person!”
The man with the lotus leaf on his head was known as the Green Elder, an infamous prankster in the holy land, typically called Old Green by everyone.
He was also the Eighth Elder of the holy land, and despite his eccentricity, his talent and cultivation were top-notch.
Old Green was known for his unfiltered speech and carefree attitude. He continued, “And she’s quite flirtatious, too! The Immortal Emperor must have quite the good fortune!”
“Hahaha!”
“You old man, at over ten thousand years old, can’t you speak more properly?”
“Watch your image! You’re a Daoist cultivator!”
The Great Elder, Wei Yuan, scolded him with a laugh, as this old fool always seemed to steer discussions off course.
Feigning a hurt expression, Old Green said, “But am I wrong?”
“Honestly…”
“I’ve lived over ten thousand years, yet no beauty has ever offered me a ‘taste’! This girl truly is among the finest…”
He hadn’t even finished his sentence when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Killing intent!
He quickly turned his head and saw the Holy Lord, Yuan Ruoyu, standing not far away with a calm expression.
She wore a slight smile, but her gaze always seemed to carry the weight of someone who could kill.
The Great Elder, Wei Yuan, and the others quickly reacted, bowing their hands in greeting.
Old Green quickly followed suit. “Greetings, Holy Lord!”
“No need for formalities!”
Yuan Ruoyu withdrew her gaze and casually began to converse with the elders, asking about the progress on deciphering the diary.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually warmed again, during which Yuan Ruoyu specifically instructed that there was no need to waste time on the term “dark cuisine.”
Yuan Ruoyu said, “According to the content of the diary, it’s just a type of food. There’s no need to overanalyze it!”
Of course, she understood precisely what those few words referred to.
But she couldn’t possibly explain that to them!
Next, the Holy Lord and the elders chatted pleasantly, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
However, Old Green felt increasingly uneasy, wondering, “Was that just my imagination?”
He was generally fearless in the Holy Land.
Yet, the Holy Lord, Yuan Ruoyu, had plenty of ways to deal with him, and he was genuinely afraid of her!
That unsettling feeling grew stronger.
Sure enough!
Just as Yuan Ruoyu finished listening to the elders’ insights and shared her own thoughts, she prepared to leave. Suddenly, she turned to Old Green and said softly, “Eighth Elder, I need to trouble you with something!”
Old Green inwardly cursed that this was bad news and instinctively straightened his posture, saying, “Please, Holy Lord, instruct me!”
“The formations throughout the Holy Land haven’t been checked or repaired for a long time. I need you to inspect each one and report the condition of every formation to me!”
“What? Only me, to handle thousands of formations?”
“Oh, do you expect me to do it?”
“Of course not! I mean…”
—The Holy Land has thousands of large formations, and you’re telling me to repair them all by myself?!
Isn’t that going to take three to five hundred years?
Besides, repairing formations is a laborious task; it’s incredibly boring!
The other elders burst into laughter.
The Great Elder, Wei Yuan, stepped closer and chuckled, “Cough, Old Green, have you done something to offend the Holy Lord recently?”
“Why else would she send you to repair the great formations without reason?”
Old Green wore a face of pure misery:
“How would I know? I was even planning on heading down the mountain for a bit to relive those passionate days with my dao companions.”
“Hahahaha!”
The other elders laughed heartily at this.
———
Liyue Immortal Dynasty.
After reading today’s diary, Ye Qingge returned to her palace with a cold expression.
The entire palace was adorned with exquisite carvings and luxurious beyond compare.
“You can all leave now!”
“Yes!”
Some palace maids, noticing her displeased expression, quickly bowed and retreated.
The heavy door closed behind them.
Ye Qingge, who had been wearing a frosty expression, suddenly turned indignant. She pulled out something from under her pillow.
It was a small doll made of animal hide.
Crafted from the skin of a demon beast, it was only the size of a palm but had a nose and eyes, resembling Lin Feng.
Ye Qingge no longer exhibited her usual pride; instead, she looked like a resentful woman in a secluded chamber…
She pinched and twisted the little doll between her fingers.
“Hmph!”
“I’ll pinch you to death! Flirting with other women!”
“Ten thousand words skipped? Just confess what you’ve been up to!”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Suddenly, she grabbed the doll by its legs and coldly said: “I’m going to castrate you and keep you by my side as a little eunuch!”
But then she recalled that according to the diary, she and Lin Feng hadn’t even met at that time.
After a moment’s hesitation, Ye Qingge loosened her grip and softly said: “Hmph, I’ll let it go this time. But if there’s a next time, I’ll definitely make you my eunuch!”
She then carefully smoothed out the little figure, straightening out its creases with gentle hands.
Ye Qingge stared at it blankly, tears shimmering in her eyes: “You scoundrel, you haven’t come to see me in so long…where are you?”