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Hongjun carried Ye Chuanze down the mountain and returned to the quiet, empty palace. A gentle breeze occasionally swept through, lifting the tassels of the gauzy curtains. On the intricately carved Sandalwood Bed, Hongjun carefully placed the person in his arms onto the bed. Ye Chuanze leaned against him, eyes closed in a feigned slumber, allowing him to move. Due to the earlier encounter on the mountain, Ye Chuanze's complexion was somewhat pale, and his expression was listless, clearly still recovering.
Hongjun looked at him with a slight frown and said, "Should I get you some medicine?"
"No need," Ye Chuanze replied without hesitation, his tone somewhat cold. "I'll be fine in a moment; there's no need for extra measures."
Seeing his firm attitude, Hongjun did not insist. Ye Chuanze, being an immortal, would recover quickly even if he had overexerted himself earlier. Hongjun watched as Ye Chuanze lay quietly on the bed, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something but hesitated and ultimately said nothing.
Ye Chuanze's displeasure grew, making his demeanor even colder, something Hongjun was well aware of. He understood that Ye Chuanze was troubled by their earlier encounter and felt uneasy about it. Hongjun found it hard to comprehend Ye Chuanze's feelings; after all, they were mutually attracted to each other, and physical intimacy was only a matter of time—why then this unhappiness?
Hongjun was typically taciturn, and this moment was no different. He had questions in his heart but chose silence in front of Ye Chuanze. He refrained from voicing his thoughts and opted for quiet acceptance. Meanwhile, Ye Chuanze was exceedingly stubborn; although he felt unhappy, he refused to share the reason with Hongjun and kept it bottled up inside. Both remained silent, each hiding their thoughts within; despite being so close together, it felt as if they were separated by layers of gauze.
After a long while, Ye Chuanze began to calm down and appeared more spirited. He opened his eyes and looked at Hongjun, speaking coldly: "I'm leaving."
Upon hearing this, Hongjun paused momentarily; he didn't say anything to keep him from leaving but merely nodded with a cold expression.
Seeing Hongjun's demeanor only deepened Ye Chuanze's sense of despair. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, extinguishing any remaining warmth. With a dispirited expression, he gathered his slightly disheveled robes and stood up to leave without casting another glance at Hongjun.
Hongjun sat silently by the bed as Ye Chuanze departed without saying a word. Only when Ye Chuanze had walked far away did he lift his gaze to look at him at the door, his expression deep.
Ye Chuanze rode the clouds toward Mount Buzhou, the wind tousling his hair as he moved with an extremely cold demeanor and an unusually icy gaze—indicative of his poor mood. As their relationship grew closer, his anxiety about losing Hongjun intensified along with increasingly strict expectations of him. He cared more about Hongjun than he had anticipated and could not tolerate any mistreatment from him or any schemes directed against him.
For those close to him, Ye Chuanze's personality was exceptionally possessive and domineering; he could not tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to those he recognized and hoped for the same in return. However, Hongjun's heart was vast; his ambitions were grander than life itself as he schemed against everyone around him. Using the heavenly principles as a chessboard and sages as pawns, he engaged in a game that involved all beings of Primordial origin. Ye Chuanze dared not assert that he was excluded from Hongjun's calculations nor did he have the courage to voice this doubt aloud.
He buried all his doubts, suspicions, and dissatisfaction deep within his heart. If he were heartless, he would not care; rationally, he would choose what was best for himself. However, because he had feelings, Ye Chuanze could not control his dissatisfaction with Hongjun. He felt that Hongjun was too cold-hearted, too rational, unlike him who was fully invested in this relationship. Ye Chuanze believed that the effort he and Hongjun put into this relationship was unequal; he had already half-sunk into it, almost... almost completely lost. Just a word from Hongjun would make him fall entirely. Yet Hongjun seemed terrifyingly rational and clear-headed from the beginning, as if he could withdraw from this relationship at any moment.
This made Ye Chuanze feel uneasy and dissatisfied. He began to regret his actions; it seemed he should not have provoked Hongjun. He should not have developed feelings for Hongjun; Hongjun was not someone he could easily approach. Ye Chuanze started to seriously consider the possibility of severing emotions.
Returning to Buzhou Mountain and landing at Yunze Cave, the gatekeeper Qing Shan saw Ye Chuanze and hurriedly approached him. He originally wanted to say something but fell silent upon seeing Ye Chuanze's cold expression. Ye Chuanze glanced at him and coldly said, "I will be in seclusion for a month starting today and will not receive visitors."
Qing Shan was somewhat surprised by this news; hadn't the master just come out of seclusion? Why was he going back in? However, he did not dare voice this thought, noticing the frighteningly cold expression on the master's face. Something must have happened with the elder master that upset him, Qing Shan speculated inwardly.
Ye Chuanze did not care what he thought; with a cold face, he walked directly into the cave.
Indeed, Ye Chuanze secluded himself for a month. He tried to break through his emotional entanglements and sever his feelings but found his thoughts in turmoil, unable to calm down or cut off his emotional ties. After a month of seclusion, he gained nothing. Unable to comprehend or see through it all, he decided not to cling to it or become obsessed. He let everything take its course and followed nature.
Lying on a soft couch with one hand holding a wine jug, he tilted his head back and drank deeply. His dark hair fell loosely around him, revealing his fair and elegant neck. His clothing was open at the chest, clearly showing his smooth skin.
The rich aroma of wine entered his throat; it was sweet and mellow with a long-lasting aftertaste. Drunkenness in the mortal world severed ties and left him sorrowful. One might ask, how does one sever emotions?
A hundred years later, at Purple Cloud Palace.
"Master, this is the wine sent by Brother Ye," Haotian said while holding a jar of wine and bowing his head.
"Where is he?" Hongjun asked.
"Brother left after giving me the wine," Haotian replied.
"What did he say?" Hongjun asked, looking down.
"Senior Brother said... Senior Brother said this wine is called 'Severing Emotions.'"
Suddenly, Hongjun's aura surged, exuding a powerful pressure. Haotian trembled all over, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He quickly steadied his mind and lowered his head.
Hongjun expressionlessly took the wine from Haotian's hands and gulped it down. The taste was incredibly sour and bitter. 'Severing Emotions,' 'Severing Emotions,' never in this life! Hongjun coldly curled his lips, revealing an icy smile.
A month later, Ye Chuanze received a congratulatory gift personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor from Purple Cloud Palace. Indeed, it was a congratulatory gift; after Ye Chuanze severed the Evil Corpse, he surprisingly first severed his obsessions. This left other immortals in disbelief; the Good Corpse had not yet been severed, yet he had already cut off his obsessions. Among the Three Corpses, the hardest to sever is indeed the obsession. In life, it is difficult to break free from one's attachments. Many immortals spend their lives unable to sever even two corpses, with the lingering obsession being the barrier. Even the Three Pure Ones had not merely severed two corpses at this point.
Many immortals came to discuss with Ye Chuanze how to sever their obsessions. In response, Ye Chuanze simply smiled and cryptically said, "Calmness and non-action, calmness and non-action."
Calmness and non-action are four words of Daoist philosophy. Every Disciples of the Daoist Sect learns these four words in their first lesson from their teachers. Every disciple hears these words and understands them deeply.
Thus, those immortals who came seeking advice left in frustration, feeling that Ye Chuanze was deceiving them. To this, Ye Chuanze innocently blinked and indicated that he was speaking the truth.
"I didn't lie; it's rare for me to speak the truth, yet no one believes me. How sad!" Ye Chuanze lay on a soft couch, holding a wine jug and pouring himself more wine, appearing lazy and speaking in a slightly frivolous tone.
Fuxi shook his head secretly upon seeing this; Ye Chuanze seemed increasingly lazy, showing no signs of seriousness at all, making him appear listless. "If you say that, don't blame others for not believing you; even I don't believe it," Fuxi remarked.
Ye Chuanze tilted his head back and took a sip of wine before turning to look at him. His slender brows slightly raised, exuding an indescribable charm—cold yet alluring. He lightly snorted and mockingly said, "A bunch of fools! Without experience, they cannot comprehend; naturally, they cannot understand. If one could sever their obsessions just by listening to others' few words, how many people in this world would have attained enlightenment? Why struggle so hard without liberation?"
Hearing this, Fuxi glanced at him with a look of realization.
"Calmness and non-action; keep your heart still without desire; act without attachment to outcomes. The Highest One forgets emotions but is not emotionless!" Ye Chuanze declared as he took another sip of wine—forgetting emotions, forgetting emotions; forgetting does not mean being devoid of feelings.
To sever one's obsessions does not mean truly leaving no attachments behind; it only means integrating those obsessions into one's very being, burying them deep within the heart until they become a part of oneself—existing as naturally as breathing. When obsessions are no longer seen as such, they have already been severed.
After a long time, Fuxi poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "The taste of this wine seems a bit different from before."
Ye Chuanze glanced at him and replied with a half-smile, "This wine is naturally different."
Fuxi poured another glass and asked, "Oh? How is it different?"
"This wine is called Entwined in the Throat," Ye Chuanze said.
Fuxi pondered for a moment and remarked, "The taste of this wine is too strong; I don't like it. Do you have any of the wine you brewed last time?"
"You mean Severing Emotions? It's all gone; we finished it. Next time, when the grapevines in the back mountain bear fruit, I'll brew some more," Ye Chuanze said lazily. It was just a barrel of wine, yet it seemed to provoke Hongjun quite a bit.
During that time, Ye Chuanze felt resentful and increasingly thought that Hongjun was not a suitable match. He felt disheartened. Just then, he discovered a vineyard in the back mountain and picked grapes to brew some cellar wine. He took the sourest barrel of wine and sent it to Purple Cloud Palace as a form of retaliation against Hongjun. That day, he didn't even enter the gates of Purple Cloud Palace but had Haotian deliver the wine directly to Hongjun without seeing him at all. He maliciously named the wine Severing Emotions to test Hongjun's reaction.
Coincidentally, during that time, Ye Chuanze was troubled by feelings and lost in thought, and he actually gained some insights into Dao Law, cutting off his attachments. After learning that he had severed his attachments, Hongjun couldn't sit still anymore. Although he didn't come in person, he sent a barrel of wine and a handkerchief via his mount, a white crane. The handkerchief read: "Two people in love, mutually pledging their feelings. Feelings are hard to sever; Entwined in the Throat. Wielding a sword to cut off feelings; the sword Severing Emotions is resilient."
Thinking of this, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but laugh; it was rare for Hongjun to be so domineering. The love words written were filled with his arrogance. Wielding a sword to cut off feelings; the sword Severing Emotions is resilient. This was a threat to Ye Chuanze: if you dare to Sever Emotions, forget it! The sword that severs feelings may break, but our bond remains.
Recalling the imposing ancient script on the handkerchief, which wrote tender yet domineering love words, Ye Chuanze felt amused and proud. Occasionally playing with these romantic gestures seemed to yield unexpected results.
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