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Hongjun returned to the Purple Cloud Palace, passing through the long Corridor and arriving at his sleeping chamber. In front of his chamber door, a wide water pool was constructed, with the bottom paved with Han Baiyu, smooth and lustrous without a trace of dirt. The water in the pool was also flowing spring water, drawn from a Heavenly Pool that Hongjun had sourced, rich in spiritual energy. Although the Purple Cloud Palace was outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, it formed its own world, containing everything from mountains and forests to rivers, birds, beasts, trees, and flowers.
Hongjun placed the Black Lotus he held into the pool. Upon encountering the spiritual spring, the Black Lotus instantly came to life. The originally dark and withered petals of the Lotus Platform gradually regained vitality, faintly shimmering with light. Seeing this, Hongjun couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile. "This spiritual spring is beneficial for your cultivation; you should stay here obediently! Don't be mischievous."
Although this thunder tribulation was fierce and even more intense than the last one, Ye Chuanze did not suffer severe damage this time. The injuries were only superficial; his Primordial Spirit remained intact without significant harm. Therefore, Hongjun simply placed him in the pool to recover his lotus body with the spiritual spring's nourishment, which was sufficient to replenish his Primordial Spirit. The last thunder tribulation had nearly cost Ye Chuanze his life; his Primordial Spirit was on the verge of dispersing. If it weren't for Hongjun timely protecting his fragile Primordial Spirit that could collapse at any moment, he would have likely met a grim fate.
To Ye Chuanze, Hongjun was indeed a lifesaver, a debt that was hard to repay.
Hongjun lingered by the pool for a long time, his gaze fixed on the Black Lotus quietly floating in the water, showcasing its beautiful form. After a while, he waved his hand, and in an instant, the pool was filled with blooming White Lotuses.
Just like when they first met, the pool was adorned with proud and beautiful White Lotuses; among them was a single black hue that captured attention—its beauty enchanting and unrestrained. Instantly, it drew the gaze of passersby; hearts inadvertently passing by fell for it.
Finally glancing at the Black Lotus blooming quietly in the water before turning away, Hongjun took a few steps forward to reach his sleeping chamber. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel that building this water pool outside his chamber had been an exceptionally wise decision. Not long ago, he had found this bare water pool quite unsightly. It can only be said that people's thoughts change with their moods.
Ye Chuanze had been in a coma since the thunder tribulation but now gradually regained consciousness. He felt as if he were immersed in a warm ocean surrounded by flowing warm and comfortable liquid that nourished and healed his damaged Primordial Spirit and lotus body. This time, most of the thunder tribulation had been blocked by the Black Lotus; thus, his Primordial Spirit did not suffer much damage while his lotus body sustained significant injury.
The Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus was Ye Chuanze's original form; if the Black Lotus was harmed, his Primordial Spirit would naturally be affected as well. However, injuries to the lotus body healed faster than those to the Primordial Spirit and were easier to recover from. As long as it soaked in this spiritual spring for some time, it would fully heal.
Hongjun never engaged in meaningless actions; he nurtured this pool of lotuses not just for admiration. The White Lotuses thrived due to the spiritual spring in the pool while also using their own spiritual power to nourish and replenish it. This way, the spiritual energy in the celestial pond would not deplete, allowing Ye Chuanze to recover more quickly.
Outside of the Thirty-Three Heavens also experienced cycles of day and night. When night fell, Hongjun emerged from his chamber wearing a white robe. The bright moon above cast silver light down upon the pool, making it shimmer under its glow. Hongjun looked up at the starry night sky but soon shifted his gaze away; even such beautiful and brilliant stars could not capture his attention.
He walked along the long white jade stone path until he reached the lotus pond. Pausing by its edge, his eyes were clear and bright as he gazed at the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus and suddenly spoke: "Black Lotus, do you still remember our first encounter?"
In the tranquil night, silence enveloped him; no one answered his words. Hongjun didn't mind this silence as he continued speaking to himself: "At that time, I felt an extraordinary surprise. A seemingly weak and tender Black Lotus boldly claimed it would defy heaven's will and not be bound by destiny. How astonishing that was! And how interesting! I wondered then how far this fragile Black Lotus could go? Truly something to look forward to!"
"You ultimately did not disappoint me; despite heaven's repeated attempts to extinguish you, you survived nonetheless. Although you always emerged battered and bruised each time, you lived on." Hongjun curled his lips into a slightly cold smile. "You are just like your master Rahul—both lucky yet unfortunate."
"Are you done talking?" A cold, emotionless voice echoed in the silent night. "Are you pleased to watch the weak struggle and compromise for survival? What a twisted sense of humor you have, Hongjun."
Seeing that Ye Chuanze, who should have been unconscious, spoke up, Hongjun showed no surprise on his face, as if he had anticipated this.
Ye Chuanze continued with an icy tone, "You appear righteous and noble, yet you are more ruthless than anyone else. If someone were to die before you, I fear you wouldn't even blink. You truly are as Rahul said, false."
Indeed, Ye Chuanze had never liked Hongjun; the reason was that this person was too hypocritical.
"You deceive the world in the name of righteousness and the Great Dao. You seem benevolent, but in reality, you are heartless. You manipulate all beings merely to fulfill your Great Dao. Why do you teach the Primordial beings? Why do you open the path for the Purple Cloud Palace?"
This person seemed perfect in every way, yet it was precisely because of this that he appeared false and unreal.
Finally, Ye Chuanze said fiercely, "It makes me want to tear off your indifferent and noble facade and see what lies beneath your mask!"
A moment of silence passed before a light laugh broke through. "I didn't expect you to see through me! Black Lotus, you are becoming increasingly surprising. What else do you know? It seems you know more than I imagined. After all, being born innate and awakened with intelligence as a spiritual being means you naturally know more than ordinary people. I have underestimated you all along."
Ye Chuanze's Primordial Spirit was not severely harmed; after resting during the day, three parts of the damage to his lotus body had healed enough for him to regain clarity of mind. He manifested a phantom form, sitting upright on the Lotus Platform. Due to the current weakness of his Primordial Spirit, his ethereal body appeared even more transparent than usual. He was always reluctant to face Hongjun as a Black Lotus; perhaps it was because this person witnessed his earliest and most vulnerable moments. Or perhaps it was because Hongjun's coldly detached attitude made him feel a deep resentment. Whenever he faced Hongjun, he felt as if the other looked at him like an amusing little clown.
At night, Hongjun seemed transformed compared to during the day.
During the day, Hongjun's expression was cold and solemn, exuding an air of indifference and nobility that made it hard to look directly at him; merely glancing at him felt like an insult. His eyes were deep and calm, like an ancient well reflecting some weariness from witnessing the vicissitudes of life. The handsome Daoist in his purple robe and flowing hair resembled a celestial being who sat high above the clouds, observing the world's trials without being tainted by its troubles.
At night, Hongjun's eyes became clearer and brighter, sharper as if he could see through people's hearts, carrying an imposing pressure. The same face bore a different aura; his handsome features displayed vivid and genuine expressions that revealed unmasked emotional changes. His demeanor remained cool but was now even more piercing, like a sharp blade glinting with coldness, as if ready to pierce through one's heart at any moment.
If there were any distinction to be made, it would be that night-time Hongjun felt more real—more like an actual person rather than an unattainable illusion.
Hongjun slightly lowered his head; his silver-white hair fell freely to his waist without any bindings, cascading over his chest and adding allure to his already handsome face. The moonlight illuminated his features further, making him appear even more ethereal; his nose was high-bridged and his lips thin. Because of this, Ye Chuanze had always believed him to be heartless and cunning—difficult to trust.
Hongjun parted his thin lips slightly and calmly uttered a sentence: "You seem quite wary of me?"
"Where! That's not true," Ye Chuanze said insincerely.
"You don't need to lie to me; it won't work," Hongjun replied, glancing at him.
"..." Ye Chuanze.
"I think you might have misunderstood something. I am indeed very interested in you, but I mean no harm. If you are worried that I might be a threat to you, there is no need for such concern," Hongjun said calmly, seemingly trying to alleviate Ye Chuanze's aversion towards him.
Ye Chuanze smirked sarcastically, "I am certainly not worried about you being a threat. With your abilities, there's no need for that. If you truly found me displeasing, you could simply lift a finger and take my life; why endure such... humiliation?"
Ye Chuanze had never worried about Hongjun being a threat to him. Hongjun had saved him multiple times, and Ye Chuanze believed it was genuine. As he said, if Hongjun really wanted his life, he could act directly without pretending to be close to him. What he found intolerable about Hongjun was never due to fear of harm but rather the way Hongjun regarded him, much like how he felt years ago about Rahul.
Upon hearing this, Hongjun looked up at him and said, "If possible, I hope you won't reject me. I believe we can be closer." After a pause, he added, "After all, we are master and disciple, aren't we?"
Under the moonlight, Hongjun wore a white robe, his tall figure standing with hands behind his back. The evening breeze made his clothes flutter lightly, and his features showed a rare softness, making him appear more approachable. Good-looking people always had an advantage.
Ye Chuanze had never seen such an approachable side of Hongjun and was momentarily taken aback. After a while, he regained his composure and smiled coldly as he said, "I am naturally willing; everything as you wish, Master."
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