Heaven Official's Blessing Quotes

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

If you don’t know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live. - Heaven Official's Blessing

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.

I might not be able to decide whether the road is easy or not, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me.

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.

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.

Body in Abyss, Heart in Paradise.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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…

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

You're so considerate of others, but they have never been considerate of you, doesn't that suck?

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

If I like you, you can be a beggar and I’ll still like you. If I dislike you, you can be the emperor and I’ll still dislike you. Shouldn’t it be like that? It’s simple logic. So, whether you’re human or not is irrelevant.

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

Make yourself stronger and continue down your path according to your own will, and not the tragedy it predicted for you.

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

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 you don't know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live.

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

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

The Flower-Crowned Martial God; Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other. Shi Qingxuan had only rememberede the flower. He had forgotten that Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.

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.

After a while, San Lang said softly, “Something like saving the world, it really doesn’t matter how you do it. But, although brave, it’s foolish.” “Yeah,” Xie Lian agreed. Hua Cheng continued, “Although foolish, it’s brave.

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.

Who cared wether you were a god or a ghost? You were whatever people believed you to be. Appearances couuld be a million miles off the mark from the real thing, and people would still see what they want to see.

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

Every banquet in the world must come to an end.

To Ascend‌ ‌is‌ ‌Human, ‌to‌ ‌Fall‌ ‌is‌ ‌Also‌ ‌Human‌

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

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.

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 don't die but have nothing, then that's truly a fate worse than death.

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

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.

I promise, you won’t find another person more sincere than me in this world,” Hua Cheng replied.

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

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.

Body in the abyss, heart in paradise.” [...] If the crown prince were to see the remnants of those words, he would probably be the first one to rush to destroy what was left. The person who had said those words had personally proven that when the body is in the abyss, the heart could not be in paradise. He ascended to the heavens quickly, but his fall from grace was even faster.

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.

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.

The one standing in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you and not the state of you.

She remembered no one who beat her; the ones who had saved her once, she remembered for a lifetime.

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

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.

Aren't gods called gods because they can save the people?

Gege, want to get married?

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?!

I don’t know if you all missed me, but I haven’t thought about any of you at all.” “…” There were indeed many heavenly officials in the heavens who secretly thought about him everyday, but hearing that Hua Cheng didn’t think about them at all, they all chanted heavenly blessings: thank you thank you thank you please continue to never think of us.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Those who have known each other 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 part. 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.

Yin‌ ‌Yu‌ ‌finally‌ ‌gave‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌chuckle‌ ‌arduously,‌ ‌“Better‌ ‌than‌ ‌most‌ ‌people,‌ ‌huh?”‌ ‌ After‌ ‌he‌ ‌stopped,‌ ‌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,‌ ‌“But,‌ ‌Your‌ ‌Highness‌ ‌Yin‌ ‌Yu,‌ ‌there‌ ‌is‌ ‌actually‌ ‌no‌ ‌god‌ ‌in‌ ‌this‌ ‌world…”‌ ‌

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.

Even though a ghost king is no saint, the fact that he went easy on you must mean that he sees you as a friend. And one should never deceive a friend.

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.

When humans ascend, they become gods; when humans fall, they become ghosts.

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.

Whether I can, I won't know until I've tried. Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn't pierce my heart and nail me dead on the ground, then I am still alive, and 'til my last breath I will struggle to the end!

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.

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.

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!” 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!

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.

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

Something to fight for, someone to live for

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…?

You foolish child, if it hurts, why don’t you turn back? Did you think that if you keep slamming, keep smashing, the wall will fall down on its own? Why don’t you change your own course of direction?” “I won’t turn back,” Xie Lian stated. (...) “Must you anger me like this? Let me ask you again, will you change?” Xie Lian coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “I won’t.

Like millions of fish swimming through the gorges into the sea, countless Blessings Lanterns slowly rose from the mountain peak. They were brilliant, glowing and shimmering in the black night. The most beautiful dream, exceedingly magnificent, had brightened his path.

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

Hua Cheng was right behind him, his hands steady on Xie Lian’s waist. He was just one person, but to Xie Lian, it felt like the entire world was supporting him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.

Speaking of which, I also met a teenager that could command silver butterflies around on Mount Yu Jun. Does anyone know who that was?” The lively, bustling chaotic spirit communication array suddenly fell silent the moment those words were out. This kind of reaction, Xie Lian had seen it coming and so he just waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen finally asked, “Your Highness Crown Prince, what did you just say?” Mu Qing coldly answered for him, “He just said, he met Hua Cheng.” Finally obtaining the name of that red-clothed young man, Xie Lian was ineffably in a good mood. He smiled and said, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Hm, this name suits him quite well.

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…

Feng Xin, it's your son!

Who had ever fucking heard of a god worshipping himself?! To reach such tragic heights, what was the point?!

When the people call you a god, you are a god. If they call you crap, your are crap. You are whatever they say you are. It has always been this.

a god and a ghost could still lie together on a crappy mat, laughing and chatting.

It seemed this youth really didn't like sunlight. The way he was watching the sky looked as if he wanted to pluck the sun and stomp it into pieces.

Assigning fault is meaningless

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.

Lang Qianqiu, however, objected, “I don't need you to banish yourself. Ascension is based on ability alone. I only want a duel.” “I don't want to fight you,” Xie Lian said. “Why not?!” Lang Qianqiu shouted. “It's not like we've never fought before. Life or death, the outcome doesn't matter, let's just put an end to this!” Xie Lian said plainly, “No reason. But fight me, and you will surely die.

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.

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.

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.

Your Highness...excuse my bluntness, but why do you care what they think? Today they think one way, tomorrow they'll think another. There's no need for you to mind the small details; trust me, people will carry on doing what they need to do and will not be touched by your actions nor use you as an example.

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.

The auspicious Shangyuan Festival on the Grand Avenue of Divine Might, and the awe-inspiring first impression that had led to centuries of pining… A smile hung on Xie Lian’s face as he reflected on the past. In the end, Hua Cheng wasn’t the only one who’d fallen.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Hua Cheng stood in front of Xie Lian, shielding him.

honor is accompanied by blood,

But, there were many things in this world where just hard work wasn’t enough.

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.

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.

It’s not possible! I can swear that you are you. You’re no one else. Trust me.” “…” San Lang. San Lang!

Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn't pierce my heart and nail me dead to the ground, then I am still alive, and I will struggle till my last breath!

Eight horses can't pull back a man who really wants to seek death. I can't stop stubborn people, so I won't try...

If I like something then my heart will not have room for any other, I'll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, no matter how many years this will not change.

The Flower-Crowned Martial God: Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other. Shi Qingxuan had only remembered the flower. He had forgotten that Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.

People naturally love saying that all gods are equal and all beings are equal, but if that were true, then pretty much all those different gods wouldn't exist.

The nameless ghost’s flickering flames flared brighter. “I won’t forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer.

For lack of anything to say to that, Xie Lian laughed. “Can you stand anyone?” That question was directed to Hua Cheng, and Shi Qingxuan replied, “He says, ‘Other than you, no.

I do not worship gods— “I am god!

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.

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

Xie Lian raised his head to look at it. “Is this the one you told me about? The best divine statue you ever sculpted?” he asked softly. Hua Cheng gazed up at it as well. It was a long while before his eyes fell back on the man beside him. “…Yes.

Three thousand Blessings Lanterns rose into the night behind the man who had turned to gaze at him. Robes redder than maple, skin as white as snow. A face so handsome that one couldn’t bear to stare for long. There was still a wildness about him and a feral aura on his brow—and a pride that could never be felled.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

Even if ‘Your Highness’ mistakes me, ‘I’ would never mistake Your Highness—because a Hua Cheng will only ever be the believer of a single Highness; he is faithful to his one and only. It will never happen.

It’s that pot of ‘Love for All Seasons’ stew,” Xie Lian replied warmly. “I’m heating it up.” Hua Cheng applauded quietly at this. “What a good name.” Qi Rong screeched, “YOU GAVE THAT FUCKING SHIT A NAME?! STOP!

It was only some praise; no big deal. And so Xie Lian said, “Very well. Eming, listen closely! You are handsome and carefree, cute and kind, clever and intelligent, gentle and determined, number one in the world…

Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he thought, Oh no, this is bad. Although Hua Cheng had only displayed it subconsciously, Xie Lian really was quite weak to his aggressive, rebellious confidence.

Very well, I shall wait and see. However, I don’t think it’s a good thing for you to ascend too early. Let me ask you, what is The Path?” Xie Lian inclined his head. “As you have said, that which is walked is The Path.

Sometimes, it's just like that. Ten years of study couldn't compare to natural wit and talent; a hundred years of body struggles couldn't compare to a momen's enlightenment. If it wasn't written in fate, then it wasn't.

Right at this moment, a sudden gale blew off Xie Lian’s bamboo hat. Once it was in the air, the bamboo hat was about to disappear altogether within the infinite yellow sand. Nevertheless, San Lang was deft and quick to react. Shooting out his hand, he reached out and caught the bamboo hat that was about to fly into the sky. Then, he once again handed the hat back to Xie Lian.

There is nothing wrong with saving people. Why would the heavens condemn me for doing the right thing?” Uh…but what if the heavens do condemn you? “Then it is the heavens who are wrong. Why would I apologize to those who are wrong?

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.

I’ll tell you what it is,” he said softly. “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.

Do you hate?

White No-Face chuckled sympathetically. “Silly child. Did you think someone would help you pull out that sword?

Mu Qing glared at him. “Why did you barge into my palace in the middle of the night in a state of undress?!

See that?! I said I’d fuck you up! Fucking pieces of dog shit! This ancestor can blow all of you away with one hand!

However, if Hua Cheng laughed, maybe it really was somewhat amusing after all.

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

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.

No, no, it can’t be him, so what kind of creature is he?” Before Hua Cheng responded, Xie Lian smiled and explained, “Obviously, the kind that belongs to him.

Body in Abyss, Heart in Paradise.

San Lang…how about we switch it up?” “Switch what?” Hua Cheng asked. “...You on top and me on the bottom,” Xie Lian replied. “Top, bottom; isn’t it all the same?” Hua Cheng asked.

When Yushi Huang took her last breath that night beneath the divine statue of the former Rain Master, the statue sighed.

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

Try touching him, I dare you,” Hua Cheng warned frigidly. “Do you think I would so easily allow you lot to touch my heart’s dearest treasure?

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.

It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay?

Relationships should depend on chance and whether we’re on the same wavelength, not on identity. If I like you, you can be a beggar and I’ll still like you. If I dislike you, you can be the emperor and I’ll still dislike you. Shouldn’t it be like that? It’s simple logic.

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!

In an instant, Hua Cheng shattered into thousands of silver butterflies right before Xie Lian’s eyes, transforming into a breeze of twinkling stars that he could neither embrace nor hold. Even as his arms came up empty, he maintained that hugging position, not moving a limb. He couldn’t tell if he hadn’t come to his senses yet, or if his body simply couldn’t move anymore, but he stayed there, kneeling, amidst the dreamlike array of butterflies, his eyes wide.

Hua Cheng’s right hand held his left elbow, and his left hand propped up his chin. He looked at Xie Lian, seeming to think very seriously for a moment. “Then, gege, my order is…” Hua Cheng smiled happily. The anticipated command came mere moments later. “Borrow spiritual power from me.

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?

Besides, there’s nothing to being a god, really. If you say you’re a god, then you’re a god. If you say you aren’t, then you aren’t. He considers the crown prince a god, and that’s all there is to it.

Your Highness, I understand your everything." Hua Cheng said quietly. "Your courage, your despair. Your kindness, your pain. Your resentment, your hate. Your wisdom, your foolishness. "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.

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…

There is a custom in the Ghost Realm where if a ghost has a special someone, they entrust their ashes to that person." "I didn't know the Ghost Realm had such a romantic practice." "They do." "But, not many dare practice it." "It certainly is painful to think about, to have given everything for love and lose everything in return." "What's there to be afraid of? If it were me, I'd have no regrets giving away my ashes. Who cares if they want me to disintegrate or just scatter the ashes for fun!" ................................................................................... And dangling from the chain, there was a crystal-clear ring.

Fu Yao smiled without mirth. "This young master sure knows a lot." San Lang smiled back. "It's nothing. You just don't know very much, that's all." "..." Xie Lian smiled in spite of himself, amused by San Lang's sharp tongue.

Your Highness truly thinks outside the box. There is no one like you in all of history. I am steeped in deep respect.” “Please, that’s too much praise,” Xie Lian said. “It’s not,” Ling Wen said. “At least, I certainly do believe there will never be another person in history able to create a dish called ‘Incorruptible Chastity Meatballs.

Xie Lian had never experienced a feeling like this, as if all the blood in his veins had turned into an electrical current that charged through his body. The powers he’d borrowed before had to be economized and saved, only one bite taken at a time for fear of wasting them. Right now, he felt like he could eat a full bowl and dump out ten without a care.

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.

Mu Qing pointed at the center of the mural. “So…that…that was him?” he said with a trembling voice. Xie Lian was also staring at that section. This piece was mostly colorless; only two figures had been colored within it. There was a small figure at the bottom that had been painted pure white; it seemed to be glowing. The figure was looking toward the sky with hands outstretched. It was about to catch another little figure who was falling from the tower. That little figure was bloody red.

best for Yin Yu to pretend not to know him. “San Lang, should we also think of a way to get out of here?” Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng seemed to be enjoying himself where they were. “Hmm? Already?” Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Well, yes. Do you want to live in here?” “If it’s with gege, I don’t see why not,” Hua Cheng said. “All right, fine. I was joking.

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.

The moment he looked up, Xie Lian had extended a hand to him, smiling. “In any case, although a little late, this hand isn’t extended too late, right?” “…” Perhaps it was because he had been gripping the hilt for too long earlier, but Mu Qing suddenly felt his arms incomparably heavy, unable to be raised. Xie Lian then stretched his hand lower. “Come.” Mu Qing finally took hold of his hand.

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.

He told me that if I was suspicious, then even if you knew I didn’t do it, you would still go with the flow and not save me. Because you hate me, you wouldn’t believe in me. (...) Even though I didn’t agree to help him, but everything he’s said, I’ve thought of it too. I’ve always thought deep down, you hated me, you despised me, so I, I’ve always…anyway, you don’t actually think that. I’m glad.

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.

A fire was lit under a giant pot that sat to one side of the kitchen, and within the pot a long-necked rooster spirit was scrubbing himself and having the time of his life. But when he noticed that new people had seen him bathing, he screamed and covered his chest with his hands.

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?!

Xie Lian knew that was probably true. He couldn’t win. But even if he couldn’t, he had to fight! “No,” Hua Cheng interjected. “Your Highness, you can win.” Stunned, Xie Lian stared at him, and Hua Cheng returned his gaze measure for measure. “You can win. You’re stronger than him.” His one eye was as bright as if it were ablaze, and he said with certainty, “Believe me. He’s wrong. You’re right. You’re stronger than him. You’re much stronger than him!

Stop asking!” Feng Xin cried. “You don’t understand! He’s not like us! He’s crazy! He… Toward you, he… He…” “‘Toward me,’ what?” Xie Lian demanded. “Please let me go. Let me go back and see for myself, all right?” One wanted to go back, but the other two were pulling him forward. They were stuck in that stalemate until suddenly, a bone-chilling voice came from ahead of them. “Didn’t I say not to randomly put your hands on things in other people’s territory?” The three of them froze, then slowly turned to look.

The air was alight with a shimmering, twinkling glow. The butterflies’ wings sparkled, just as they had during their first reunion after eight hundred years apart. A silver butterfly drifted over and lightly brushed the back of Xie Lian’s hand, his cheek, his forehead. Its actions were full of affectionate longing, as if it were whispering its goodbyes. Xie Lian numbly extended a hand and let it rest there. The silver butterfly fluttered its wings in delight, and sure enough, it lingered for him. But it too couldn’t last. It wasn’t long before it scattered on the wind like the rest. However, in the spot where it had perched on Xie Lian’s third finger, there was still a bright, vivid red string.

Forming a friendship should depend on how well two people hit it off and how well their personalities match, not their identities. 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.

He's done his best. Only, in this world, just doing your best isn't good enough.

You no longer have the choice to turn back.

A moment later, instinct made him whip his head around, and sure enough, Pei Ming was watching the two of them. They stared at each other, and Pei Ming huffed a dry laugh. “Fine. I’ll go away.” “No, it’s fine,” Xie Lian said.

Xie Lian shook his head and opened the pot cover, and the fragrance wafted ten miles around. Now he'd done it - the brawl instantly stopped, and everyone started howling. “What the fuck ... ? What's that smell? ” “Who's cooking shit?!” “Not just shit - shit that smells like pot bottoms!” “What?! This is a hidden, treasured royal recipe - ” Xie lian began to argue back. The foreman approached with his hand covering his nose, his face green, and he exclaimed in anger, “Bullshit! What hidden, treasured recipe? Who's royalty - you?! Get the hell outta here! That's disgusting!

HOW IS IT?” Xie Lian asked. Thud! Ming Yi collapsed onto the altar table facedown as if she’d lost consciousness. Next to her, two lines of silent tears streamed down Shi Qingxuan’s face. “…” Xie Lian hesitantly pressed them, “My Lords, how is it exactly? Can you collect your thoughts and give me some constructive criticism using your words?

Depuis que Ling Wen avait été amenée au ciel par nomination, les contes populaires racontaient tous qu’elle y était parvenue en séduisant un autre officier céleste, ce qui explique pourquoi, au début, le Palais de Ling Wen était froid et silencieux avec très peu de fidèles. Apparemment, pendant une période d’intense objection, elle était insultée et maudite au possible, et il y avait même des gens qui jetaient des linges menstruels et des brassières dans ses boîtes de dons. Cependant, si des officiers masculins avaient des rumeurs similaires, ils obtiendraient le titre de « charmant » à la place, et pouvaient en profiter pleinement. Clairement, bien que les situations soient similaires, il existe une différence entre les hommes et les femmes, et les conséquences étaient différentes.