Heaven's Official Blessing Novel Quotes

Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Body in the abyss, heart in paradise.

To me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you, not the state of you.

To have beauty exist in this world is already in itself something to be grateful for.

Watching your beloved be trampled and ridiculed with your own eyes and being unable to do a thing about it. You understand that you are nothing, that you can do nothing. That’s the worst suffering in the world.

I'm forever your most devoted believer.

Hua Cheng disagreed respectfully. “You never know. I don’t care if anyone else is disappointed. But to some, the very existence of a certain person in this world is in itself hope.

If I like you, you could be a beggar and I'd still like you. If I dislike you, you could be the emperor and I'd still dislike you. Shouldn't it be like that? It's simple logic, so whether you're human or not is irrelevant.

Remember: when humans ascend, they are still human... when they fall, they are still human.

So it’s your home,” Xie Lian commented. “Residence,” Hua Cheng corrected. “Not a home.” “Is there a difference?” Xie Lian asked. “Of course,” Hua Cheng replied. “A home has family. A place where someone lives alone is not a home.

You're so insincere," Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng laughed. "I promise, you will not find another person more sincere than me in this world.

I told them, ‘If you don’t know how to live on anymore, then live for me! If you don’t know the meaning of your life, then make me that meaning and use me as your reason to live.

Watching your beloved be trampled and ridiculed with your own eyes and being unable to do a thing about it. You understand that you are nothing, that you can do nothing. That's the worst suffering in the world.

Only, in this world, simply doing your best isn't good enough.

Was that little silver butterfly really that scary? Xie Lian wondered. It wasn’t that bad… It was kind of cute.

If you want to see me, it won’t matter what you roll. I will appear.

That infamous weirdo, the laughingstock of the three realms, the legendary Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he…he…he…he fucking ascended again!

Hua Cheng said woefully, “Gege, although I’m happy you’re so happy, but, is it really that funny?” Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…

That beauty exists in this world is, in itself, something to be grateful for.

Xie Lian hugged his belly as he laughed. “Of course! Only since meeting you have I rediscovered how simple it is to be happy, ha ha ha ha ha…

You’ve always been the strongest. But you don’t need to be strong every waking moment of every day,

I can't give up until I've tried, you know.

Xie Lan sighed. “It certainly is painful to think about, to have given everything for love and lose everything in return.

..." said Feng Xin. "..." said Mu Qing. "...?" said Quan Yizhen. "Ho ho," said Pei Ming.

All at once, thousands of emotions and millions of words swarmed into his head. There was gratitude, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.

The state preceptor stared hard at him. “I’ve seen your future, and it’s pitch black.” Xie Lian looked him straight in the eyes. “You must be mistaken. I only like to wear white.

By heaven official's blessing, no paths are bound!

Remember that if anything happens, I’m here. I will always be on your side.

All that once lived would eventually pass away, leaving behind only that which had never lived at all.

I pray to never rest in peace,” Hua Cheng replied.

If I was beautiful, then there's no but! As long as I look good!" The Wind Master smiled brightly.

If I like something, then my heart has no room for anything else. I’ll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, my feelings won’t change no matter how many years pass. And so I won’t tire of this poem.” “...

My beloved is a brave, noble, gracious special someone...he saved my life, and I've looked up to him ever since I was young. But I want to catch up to him and become even stronger for his sake. Although he might not remember me well - we never really talked - I want to protect him.

If I like something, then my heart has no room for anything else. I'll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, my feelings won't change no matter how many years pass. and so I won't tire of this poem.

So you see, there are many things in the world that simply cannot be clearly defined or resolved. You can only fight. Xie Lian sighed. "I'll agree to the first part." San Lang, on the other hand, said, "Hm. I'll agree to the second part.

Hua Cheng would never help or protect anyone aside from Xie Lian,

He believed this man would die for him again and again and would be reborn for him over and over; even if he fell into the depths of hell, he would break through the abyss in the name of his faith. Last time, they spent eight hundred years running toward each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.

Xie Lian smiled wistfully. “San Lang, things aren’t always that absolute. Sometimes, it’s not up to you to decide if the road is easy to walk.” “I might not be able to decide if the road is easy, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me,” Hua Cheng said quietly.

To me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you, not the state of you,’” Hua Cheng recited languidly as he gazed at Xie Lian. He blinked meaningfully, cocking an eyebrow. “I feel the same way.

If I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the bones you need to trample on your climb, the sinner who endures the agony of a million knives. But I know you won’t allow it.

However, the nameless ghost declared, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honor.” Xie Lian was stunned.

Hua Cheng had waited for him for over eight hundred years. What did it matter if he waited for Hua Cheng for eight hundred more? It could be a thousand years, ten thousand years, and he would still wait. He would still keep waiting.

A deep, forlorn voice came from above his ear. “…I was about to lose my mind!” Xie Lian hurried to turn around. He cupped his captor’s cheeks with his hands and soothed him, “Don’t…don’t. I’m here…I’m out!

What’s wrong with you, you pieces of dog shit?! Attacking people while they’re down—so vile! Fuck your entire family!” “You sure you want to fuck their families if they all look like that?!” Xie Lian responded.

Help me. Help me, help me, help me. Help me, help me, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help me! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts…it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS! Why can’t I die? WHY CAN’T I DIE?!

Hua Cheng raised his brows. “Mmm, that’s right. Virtuous and beautiful. A real noble, gracious special someone who I’ve liked ever since I was young. I had a crush for many years and pursued it nonstop until I managed to win my special someone over.

It’s all right. There’s nothing shameful about being afraid of something.” Xie Lian gave a small, flickering smile. “I’m just not brave enough, that’s all.” “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself,” Hua Cheng comforted. “Without fear, there is no courage.

But you no longer belong to this world.” “What of it?” the nameless ghost replied. “If you force your soul to remain, you won’t be able to rest in peace,” Xie Lian said. The nameless ghost didn’t seem to care. “I’m willing to never rest in peace.

Don't worry. Ming-xiong is someone who doesn't even know how to lie.

Gege, want to get married?

Only since meeting you have I rediscovered how simple it is to be happy

How could anyone be so unlucky?” Xie Lian cleared his throat quietly and agreed earnestly, “Yeah.” How could someone other than Xie Lian be that unlucky?!

Your Highness, don’t be afraid,” he said with grave assurance. “Remember? The one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you, not the state of you. No matter what happened in the past, I will never leave you. You can tell me anything.

There was a period in my own life that wasn’t easy. Back then, I’d always think about how wonderful it would be if someone could still love me for who I was, even if they saw me rolling in the dirt and couldn’t get up. Though I don’t know if there’s anyone out there like that. And I’m scared of showing that part of myself too.

Gege, want to get married?” “...” Xie Lian was struck dumb. “...Huh?” Such an intent gaze, such words; they were in such close quarters with nowhere to run. Colors exploded in Xie Lian's vision, and his mind went completely blank. His entire body was frozen, stiffer than a corpse. Seeing his reaction, Hua Cheng withdrew his arm and let out a snicker. “It's a joke. Did I shock gege?” “...” Xie Lian only snapped out of it with concerted effort. “...You're too much. How can you joke about something like that?” It wasn't just shock. He was so rattled by that question that his heart had almost stopped. And though he did not quite understand why, he also felt a trace of hurt. “My bad,” Hua Cheng laughed.

Feng Xin, it's your son!

There must be "fanatism" towards something before one can achieve a state of "godly".

Your Highness!” Xie Lian covered his ears and screamed his penitence as he ran. “I’m sorry!” Die! Just die! If I can’t die, just dig a hole somewhere and pretend to be dead!

I promise, you won't find another person more sincere than me in this world.

I’ve been wanting to ask,” Hua Cheng said. “If gege doesn’t feel secure living here, why not move somewhere else?” Xie Lian shook his head. “That’s easy for you to say, San Lang. Where would I move?” Hua Cheng smiled. “Why not move in with me?

By the time Xie Lian snapped out of his stupor, Hua Cheng had already reached his side. He clutched one of Xie Lian’s hands and pulled him up into an intense embrace. “…How can I possibly let go?” he whispered.

Ming-xiong, maybe you shouldn't be my best friend for the time being. Wait until I've killed that thing first!” Ming Yi, however, replied without a trace of restraint: “Who's your best friend? I've never been.” “...” Shi Qingxuan took a moment to process, then his expression turned to outrage. “Ming-xiong, that's too much! Don't turn your back on people so quickly when things get tough!

Those who have known each other for decades can become strangers in a day. We met by chance, and we may part by chance. If we like each other, then we shall continue to meet; if we don't, then we shall pull apart. At the end of the day, there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so let's take it easy, and I'll say what I want to say.

Even if his heart was bleeding profusely from being stabbed by spears of lips and swords of tongues, he would stubbornly refuse to move an inch.

Assigning fault is meaningless

El Príncipe Heredero Coronado de Flores: Espada en Una Mano, Flor en La Otra. Shi Qingxuan solo recordaba la flor. Se había olvidado de que Xie Lian ascendió por su espada.

Although every time this happened was out of his control and he never had a choice…the truth was, he couldn’t resist his feelings. Every time.

Something to fight for, someone to live for

honor is accompanied by blood,

It really wasn’t fair. Xie Lian didn’t dare touch anywhere on Hua Cheng that was even slightly dangerous. But in his confused state of mind, Hua Cheng’s hands roamed over every inch of his body without restraint, causing Xie Lian unspeakable torment.

Xie Lian made a curious noise and tilted his head. One of Hua Cheng’s arms suddenly snaked around Xie Lian’s waist and pulled him into his arms, and he lifted Xie Lian’s chin gently with his hand. And then, Hua Cheng enveloped Xie Lian’s lips with his own.

My beloved is a brave, noble, gracious special someone,” Hua Cheng continued. “He saved my life, and I’ve looked up to him ever since I was young. But I wanted to catch up to him and become even stronger for his sake. Although he might not remember me well—we never really talked—I want to protect him.” He gazed at Xie Lian. “If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you.

Better than most people, huh?” Yin Yu gave a small, arduous chuckle. Then he sighed, and the sound of his last regret passed along with his soul as he mumbled, “But I wanted to be a god…” Xie Lian bowed his head deeply. “Your Highness Yin Yu…this world has no true gods…

Seeing him like this made Hua Cheng join his laughter. He cupped Xie Lian’s face with his hands to guide him back, then leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t be nervous, gege,” he said gently.

On the third finger of his left hand there was now a thin red string, carefully tied there by Hua Cheng. The red string extended outward and connected to a red string knotted around Hua Cheng’s finger. Hua Cheng smiled and raised his own hand to show him that they now had identical tiny red butterfly knots on their fingers. “Now we’re joined together.

All fortunes in the world, good or bad, are limited. Just like this cup of water, there's only so much. Once you've drunk your fill, there'll be no more left for others. If one receives more, another must receive less. Throughout the ages, all conflicts are born from the fact that there are many in this world, but only one cup of water, and there is a good reason to justify giving it to any of them. You want to change fate? It's difficult but not impossible. But if you change that child's life, someone else's life will also be changed, and more grudges will be created. Once upon a time, you said to just give another cup of water, just like how today you wanted to choose a third path. Your intention is to expand the source - a beautiful thought. But I must tell you, it's basically impossible.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When

But Hua Cheng only replied, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honor.” Those words were like a fatal blow. Xie Lian could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and they began to pour. As if he were hanging on to the last thread of his life, he pleaded, “You said…you would never leave me.” But Hua Cheng replied, “There is no banquet in this world that doesn’t come to an end.

One of the five elemental masters, the younger brother of the Water Master Wudu, the Wind Master Shi Qingxuan.” Shi Qingxuan shook his head and sighed. “Why the hell didn't you say ‘my best friend’?” Ming Yi glanced at him. “Who's that?

As Xie Lian stood over Jun Wu, who lay sprawled on the ground, he noticed a trace of relief on his face. Like a heavy burden had finally been lifted. He couldn’t help but wonder—deep down, perhaps Jun Wu had wished for someone to defeat him. For someone to put these relentless eons of brokenness and madness to an end.

In the end, he made up his mind. Gritting his teeth, he whispered a simple phrase. “…I apologize in advance.” His voice was practically shaking as he said it. He clapped his hands together in silent prayer and then bent down. With his eyes shut tight, he pressed his lips against Hua Cheng’s. Hua Cheng’s eyes snapped open.

But in the end, I…still think…it’s so unfair,” Yin Yu sobbed. “If I wasn’t destined to be perfect, I at least wanted to be perfectly kind. But…I couldn’t even manage that. It’s really…so unfair. And to tell you the truth, I can’t get over it, even now. I just can’t swallow the fact that I’m dying for this little bonehead, Yizhen. I can’t even let go and die without resentment or regrets. What the heck…?

After much consideration, Xie Lian made a decision. “…Forgive me.” He cupped Hua Cheng’s cheeks and captured his lips with his own. Xie Lian then began to gently guide the turbulent flow of heat into his own body, helping ease Hua Cheng’s pain and agitation.

Yet his eye didn’t remain closed for long—soon it snapped open once more as a pair of arms suddenly circled him from behind and caught him in a forceful embrace. Xie Lian buried his face in Hua Cheng’s back, but he didn’t speak either. Though nothing was said, it was enough. It was a long time before Xie Lian felt the man he was hugging turn around. Hua Cheng fervently returned the embrace, engulfing Xie Lian in his arms. From above his head, Xie Lian heard Hua Cheng’s staggering response. “Your Highness… You really will…be the death of me.

San Lang’s answer was only two words: “It’s dirty.” “…” Xie Lian had never imagined that would be the answer—and said with such seriousness too. He thought it was a little funny, but it also made him feel inexplicably strange, his chest growing slightly warm for some reason.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When you see something strange or dangerous, don’t touch it. Find me. Let me take care of it.

San Lang, how did you figure out that something was wrong?” After a pause, Shi Qingxuan replied, “Crimson Rain Sought Flower says he knew the moment you sought him out. Oh, Hua-chengzhu wants me to tell you this: ‘Gege is so shy, I knew he wouldn’t recite my verbal password if it wasn’t something major.

Xie Lian felt the rims of his eyes grow hot, and his vision went blurry. “I’m sorry,” he replied. “Forget me.” The nameless ghost’s flickering flames flared brighter. “I won’t forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer.” Xie Lian forced down a sob. “…I’ve already lost all my believers. Believing in me won’t do you any good; it might even bring disaster. Did you know? Even my friend has left me.” The nameless ghost declared as if swearing an oath, “I won’t.” “You will,” Xie Lian said. The ghost was insistent. “Believe me, Your Highness.” “I don’t,” Xie Lian said. He no longer believed in anyone, especially himself.

Who exactly is that ‘noble, gracious special someone’?” Xie Lian asked solemnly. Hua Cheng’s finger—the one that was tied with the red affinity knot—subtly twitched a few times. He was silent for a while before he eventually answered, “If Your Highness already knows, then why ask?” Xie Lian nodded. “I see. So I didn’t misunderstand you. It really is true.” Hua Cheng didn’t respond. After a pause, Xie Lian asked, his tone flat, “Don’t you want to know…how I feel about this?

Xie Lian’s own heartbreaking screams couldn’t be heard, but he could hear another heart-wrenching wail that seemed to come from the flame. Although it wasn’t him, it felt like he was the one making that sound—its pain was the same as his own. In the end, Xie Lian couldn’t hang on to his sanity. His consciousness had completely shattered, and he was left to blankly gurgle from his throat.

Although he wore a black eyepatch, his remaining eye was as bright as the stars above as he gazed unblinkingly at Xie Lian. Xie Lian scrambled down. There were no words. They both started walking toward each other. One step, another step, each one faster than the last. Then, finally, they started running. As he ran forward, tears fell and were left behind. In his heart, Xie Lian swore it once more: I believe.

Hua Cheng bowed his head slightly and hugged Xie Lian’s waist. “All right… You don’t move either,” he whispered in his ear. Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing them to press tightly against one another, their faces nuzzling and their ears warming at the contact. While it was hardly the right time, a thought nonetheless flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: It doesn’t feel so bad to share a grave.

He whipped his head around. Hua Cheng was standing so close behind him, like he was about to reach out. Xie Lian stopped caring about anything else and went right for it—he pounced on Hua Cheng, cupped his cheeks with his hands, and then, getting up on his toes slightly to reach, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together. “…” said Feng Xin. “…” said Mu Qing. “…?” said Quan Yizhen. “Ho ho,” said Pei Ming.

TREADING ACROSS THE GROUND strewn with exquisite fragments of crimson, Xie Lian slowly approached Hua Cheng. He saw that the man’s shoulders had a few red blossoms scattered on them, and he wanted to brush them off for him, but he realized that gesture would be overly intimate. So he forced down the urge and tucked his arms behind his back, smiling. “Not only can you call forth blood rain, you can also make a flower shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!

Even though he was hounded by misfortune, never once did Scholar He think of killing himself.” “Think about it. He had abnormally strong determination,” Xie Lian continued somberly. “He was ground down by so much unfairness, so much injustice. A typical person would've given up or ended everything. Yet he always fought back; he never yielded. Perhaps, once the Reverend of Empty Words clung to him, it didn't bite down on sweet fruit but rather an iron plate. In the end, it broke its teeth and lost thoroughly.” Shi Qingxuan shook his head as he listened. He sighed in earnest. “...I really am nothing compared to that man.

But it wasn’t enough. Since they were already in that position, Xie Lian thought he might as well take a bit more—he wound his arms tightly around Hua Cheng’s neck to deepen the kiss. All the fatigue he’d been feeling was swept away in an instant as his body was refilled with spiritual power. The enormous sword of spiritual light in the giant stone statue’s grip clamored with riotous noise. “What is this?!” Feng Xin cried, clearly shaken. “What are you two doing?! Your Highness?!” Xie Lian choked—only then did he break away. He didn’t dare look down. “I’m b-borrowing spiritual power!” he shouted to the sky. “I’m just borrowing his spiritual power! It’s all very proper!” Mu Qing was shaken too. “You don’t need to do that to borrow spiritual power, though! Couldn’t you just slap your palms together?!” “Ha ha ha ha! You saw through me!” Xie Lian babbled—he didn’t even know what he was saying. “So maybe it’s not just to borrow spiritual power! Ha ha ha ha…

Hua Cheng stopped walking. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice gentle, “you’ve already given me a present today.” Xie Lian blinked. “What?” Please don’t say “you’re the best present” or something, Xie Lian thought. That’d only mortify him more. Hua Cheng gazed at him and smiled. “Your Highness, you said that you wanted to see me even if it hurt you. That you didn’t want to part, even when it caused you so much pain.” “…” “That made me really happy,” Hua Cheng finished, his voice low.

Xie Lian quickly took cover under his umbrella. “Phew, that was close. Thank goodness for you, San Lang.” Hua Cheng flashed a smile and very thoughtfully tilted the umbrella more to Xie Lian’s side. “Come closer.” Even though it really wasn’t the time, Xie Lian still felt a little touched. “Are you tired of holding the umbrella up? I can help you hold it…” The others were fleeing and dodging, running like mad. They couldn’t stand the sight of their two companions having such a lovely time, so they started to shout at them. “Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!” “Hua-chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas?!” “Can I hide under that umbrella too?!” Hua Cheng smiled fakely. “No. And no.

That red one, it’s all the same person, isn’t it? It’s all him?! They’re all Hua Cheng?! Holy fuck… He’s been following you all this time?!” Mu Qing also looked incredulous. “He wasn’t just following, he was watching. Watching very closely. Very, very closely. He was everywhere! Look, this is the main street, Buyou Forest—what’s this? Beizi Hill? My god… Was he the one who carved all these divine statues?!” Looking at the murals was giving Feng Xin chills. “My fucking god… Who the hell is he? He’s had his eye on you since eight hundred years ago?! And he’s still following you, even now? What the fuck?! This is terrifying! Is he bewitched? What the hell does he want? No normal devotee would go this far—so just what the hell does he want?!

Hua Cheng didn’t answer him directly. Instead, he bent one knee and knelt on the ground before him. He raised his head to gaze at him with a broad smile. “How’s this? Gege, do you remember now?” How could he not? Back then, the nameless ghost had always bent the knee to him just the same! A phantom image of that pale smiling mask overlapped with Hua Cheng’s current smiling face. Xie Lian’s heart quivered, his knees buckled, and he slumped to the ground in front of him. “San Lang…it…it was you all this time!” Hua Cheng let out a small laugh as he continued to kneel, and his remaining eye gazed deeply at Xie Lian. “Your Highness, I’ve always watched you.