Longevity: After Six Thousand Years, The Diary Was Exposed - Chapter 51 - Chapter 51 – When Golden Wind Meets Jade Dew, It Surpasses Countless Earthly Encounters!

Ten days had passed.

The Immortal Emperor’s Diary was released once again.

As expected, it caused an uproar.

Mainly because, in the last entry, the diary had progressed to the moment when Lin Feng finally arrived in Central Region and reunited with Ruoyu—the woman who had long occupied his thoughts.

It had been decades since they parted ways in the Yunluo Mountains.

A long-awaited reunion, dry wood meeting a blazing fire…

What would happen next?

Many cultivators of the cultivation world had already prepared tea and snacks, ready to watch the drama unfold.

There was another reason for the excitement:

As the diary continued to be revealed, the mysterious identity of Ruoyu was also gradually being uncovered.

This sparked widespread attention and speculation.

However, with the current information, her true identity still couldn’t be confirmed.

After all, Central Region was vast—several times larger than the other regions combined—and countless top-tier powers were based there.

Some of these holy lands were widely acknowledged throughout the cultivation world.

Others were self-proclaimed, trying to look impressive.

Among them were numerous holy sons and saintesses—if not three to five, then dozens.

Based on what was revealed so far, there wasn’t enough to pin down her background.

But precisely because of that, everyone was even more curious and excited about Ruoyu’s identity. She had become a topic of great interest.

Recently, she’d even caused quite a stir across Central Region. It had become one of the most discussed topics among cultivators during meals and breaks in their training.

So, with the release of this next diary entry…

Everyone was eagerly waiting to see whether the mysterious woman behind the Immortal Emperor would finally come into the light.

Boom!

At the appointed hour, the communication arrays spread across the nine provinces lit up with glowing screens.

The Immortal Emperor’s Diary had already been engraved into these arrays using a secret technique.

It was now a fixed rule that the entries would be published once every ten days. That couldn’t be changed.

To stop it, one would have to risk making enemies of the entire world by simultaneously destroying all the communication arrays.

That was simply unrealistic.

This was also why Jiang Wujie and others, despite their best efforts, had no solution but to try to eliminate the factions influenced by Lin Feng.

Under the expectant gazes of countless people—lines of glowing script slowly appeared on the communication array’s light screen.

Immortal Emperor’s Diary, Page 25:

[Back at the inn.]

[In this moment, in this scene, only a few lines of poetry can capture the emotions in my heart!]

[As the saying goes…When golden wind meets jade dew, it surpasses countless earthly encounters!]

[In this moment, Ruoyu and I gazed at each other with deep affection. It was as if our hearts were connected—no words were needed.]

[She knew my impure intentions.]

[And I understood her feigned reserve.]

[The atmosphere was burning up! It felt like the air was about to boil, and yet at the same time, it had the freshness of spring—vibrant and full of life.]

[Ah, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces. I fear that for the next ten days or half a month, I’ll have no time to write in this diary.]

[Let me end this perfect moment with one more poem:]

[Hand in hand, arms entwined, we entered the silk-draped bed.

With a shy smile, she blew out the light.

Golden needle pierces peach blossom’s core— She frowns in silence, not daring to cry out more.]

And with that, the diary entry ended.

The word count wasn’t high, and the information it revealed was sparse. But the imagery was rich, leaving endless room for imagination…

In the cultivation world, this sparked yet another wave of widespread discussion.

Especially the few verses of poetry—they left a deep impression.

Even some Confucian cultivators, fond of calligraphy and literature, couldn’t help but applaud in admiration!

“The Immortal Emperor’s literary talent is top-tier across the entire cultivation world!”

This entry revealed the poetic side of the Immortal Emperor.

Cultivators everywhere were talking all at once:

“Who would’ve thought?! The Immortal Emperor’s literary flair is this strong—how are we supposed to compete?!”

“A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”

“If the Immortal Emperor enters the literary world, he will surely be another shining star!”

“Good heavens! It’s a blessing he didn’t become a storyteller, or I’d be out of a job!”

“When golden wind meets jade dew, it surpasses countless earthly encounters!”

“Verses like these—how many of today’s great scholars could write them?”

“You understand my wicked intentions, and I know your feigned reserve—hehehe, the Emperor truly is a character! How amusing!”

“My favorite part is still the poem at the end!”

“Absolutely perfect—especially those last two lines. That kind of… that kind of… whatever it is between lovers—just brilliant!”

Meanwhile, in the Jade Pond Holy Land.

At the mountain peak, beside a serene lake, atop a jade lotus platform, Yuan Ruoyu bit her red lips lightly, her face flushed with shame.

Today, she had intentionally avoided watching the diary with the other elders of the Holy Land.

She feared some awkward content might appear.

Though no one had definitively confirmed that she was “Ruoyu,” there were surely people who had guessed.

After all, those who’ve cultivated to such profound realms and lived for thousands of years—especially the elders of holy lands—how could any of them not be sly old foxes?

Perhaps…

From the very moment Lin Feng mentioned arriving in the Central Region, someone had already seen through the truth.

They just didn’t dare to bring it up.

Yuan Ruoyu certainly wouldn’t stand up to announce it herself. She preferred to let things unfold naturally.

If the truth became known one day, she’d admit it openly—no need to deliberately hide it.

But if everyone watched the diary together in a situation like today…

It would just be too awkward.

Take today’s diary, for example—just reading it alone made her blush and fume.

“That scoundrel!”

“‘What feigned reserve do I have? It was clearly you…”

Yuan Ruoyu murmured under her breath, furrowing her brow, but then seemed to remember something. Her voice grew softer and softer, until she whispered:

“Even if it’s true, you shouldn’t have written it in the diary…”

Just from the very first line, her heart skipped a beat.

A bad feeling settled in.

Sure enough, it was just as she’d feared. Fortunately, the content was still within acceptable bounds.

Just a few elegantly phrased, deeply suggestive lines of poetry.

Nothing crude or vulgar.

She took a deep breath, calming herself, and let out a soft chuckle: “But the poetry really is well-written.”

“Especially the line—‘When golden wind meets jade dew, it surpasses countless earthly encounters’ This Saintess approves!”

…

Liyue Immortal Dynasty.

Immortal Hall.

The court buzzed with lively chatter, every face beaming, full of praise.

All the talk revolved around admiring compliments.

Things like “The Emperor’s literary talent is unmatched beneath the heavens,” or “A peerless genius, a true giant of this era’s literary world.”

The atmosphere was peaceful and joyful.

News of the decisive victory at the Tianjue Mountains had just arrived, so the ministers were already in high spirits.

However, none of them noticed…

Seated high above on the imperial throne, Ye Qingge, Her Majesty the Empress, wore a cold expression, her face showing no emotion.

As if unmoved, her majesty and dignity unshaken.

Yet under her luxurious imperial robes…she was furiously squeezing a little leather voodoo doll in her hand.

Ye Qingge sneered inwardly:

“Surpasses countless earthly encounters, huh? A night of spring worth a thousand gold, is it?!”

She let out a cold snort and muttered:

“Since you’re so good at composing poems, next time you better write at least a few dozen more for me—or I’ll show you what it truly means when spring thunder strikes!”

“Then you’ll know what impure intentions are!”

Just then, a guard entered the grand hall with a report.

The gist: Du Jiuyou and the others from the Jiujue Sect had been fully castrated and were awaiting orders on when to be delivered to the palace to serve as eunuchs.

Ye Qingge’s face darkened instantly, and she snapped coldly:

“No need!”

“Didn’t Wei Lan just invent a new punishment? What was it called again… ‘Immortal Rod’ or something?”

She paused, then her calm voice rang out again:

“Have them all refined into Immortal Rods. Announce it publicly and send them back to the Jiujue Sect—let that useless Lei Jue see for himself!”

“And also—”

“Prepare for all-out war. This time, I will completely destroy the Jiujue Sect—leave no room for future trouble!”

Inside the Immortal Hall, a chill swept through the hearts of all ministers present.

But soon, a spark of excitement flickered across their faces.

Their blood surged with righteous fury.

A vast, unstoppable fighting spirit erupted forth!