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Under the full treatment of the Four Great Monks and the Dragon Clan's Four Sons, Long Xiao Wu finally stabilized his Divine Soul, and his body began to heal. Zhao Yang finished explaining the situation regarding Xuanbing Buddha to the host before meeting with his senior brothers Song Baliang and Nangong Wuxin. After briefing them on a few matters, he prepared to take his leave.
Scholar Xiu noticed Zhao Yang's despondency and said, "Zhao Yang, Sister Yu left for the north a year ago; perhaps she went to find her master."
Zhao Yang turned around, nodded, and calmly departed.
The clouds raced by as the sun shone brightly.
Zhao Yang arrived at Falling Flower Valley, where the entrance remained unchanged, covered in fallen petals.
"I am Zhao Yang; I trouble you two sisters to go in and report," Zhao Yang said to the two Female Sword Servants guarding the entrance of Falling Flower Valley.
"Zhao Yang?!" The two Female Sword Servants gasped in shock, as they had just been discussing which young man was the most handsome, and they had both mentioned that fleeting figure from Zhongzhou Continent.
"Isn't Zhao Yang already dead? Where did this Zhao Yang come from?" One of the Female Sword Servants glared at Zhao Yang and questioned him. However, as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly found it hard to breathe and couldn't move an inch. The other Female Sword Servant frowned slightly at her companion's rudeness and was about to draw her sword when she too was frozen in place, like a statue.
A rustling sound came from above as a Female Daoist appeared atop the high wall of Falling Flower Valley. It was none other than Miao Yujie, the Grand Elder of Falling Flower Valley. She stared at Zhao Yang in shock and exclaimed, "You really didn't die!"
Zhao Yang chuckled, "Thanks to the Extinction Master!"
Miao Yujie snapped angrily, "What Extinction Master?!"
Zhao Yang laughed lightly and said, "I assume Valley Master already knows I've arrived."
Miao Yujie's expression darkened as she replied curtly, "Valley Master knows you're coming; hurry up and go inside."
Zhao Yang complied and walked into Falling Flower Valley. Several disciples of Falling Flower Valley saw Zhao Yang and recoiled in fear as if they had seen a ghost. Zhao Yang shook his head with a smile and ignored them. One younger disciple shouted, "Quick! Go inform Liu Rou Sister that her little lover is still alive!"
"Little lover?" Zhao Yang felt a mix of amusement and embarrassment at this remark.
He entered Consort of Rain's chamber, but suddenly the door slammed shut behind him. Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel tense as he looked up to see Consort of Rain reclining alluringly on a phoenix chair, her bosom partially exposed, jade feet raised high, her eyes dreamy and captivating.
"Damn it," Zhao Yang thought as heat rushed to his face; he knew he was in trouble and hurriedly turned to flee.
He felt speechless; the last time he saw Consort of Rain, her gaze had been unsettling. Now, after such a calamity, before he could utter a word, she was already employing her charms. He had seen similar scenes countless times in movies during his previous life, but facing the enchanting Consort of Rain in person made it impossible for him to remain composed.
The Consort of Rain was just like that, always wearing a sour expression around everyone, but when it came to him, she acted all flirtatious. No wonder his eyelids had been twitching when he arrived; he had a bad feeling about it.
"Hey there, handsome! Back from the dead and still pretending to be all serious! I risked my life to save you that day, almost ruining my looks!" The atmosphere suddenly turned cold as the Consort of Rain's demeanor shifted, the temperature in the chamber dropping sharply, frost forming in the air.
Zhao Yang's face darkened. "By the time you showed up, I probably would have already been dead!"
"Ah?" The Consort of Rain's expression became somewhat awkward as she covered her lips with her delicate fingers. "Sorry, I got lost. The wind was strong on the way here; I could hardly open my eyes."
Zhao Yang felt a surge of frustration, but when he caught sight of the Consort of Rain's gaze, which roamed over him without any pretense, he suddenly blushed, feeling at a loss.
"Hey! Could it be that you're still a virgin?" The Consort of Rain asked Zhao Yang in a teasing tone.
"Damn! He even knows what a virgin is!" Zhao Yang thought wildly. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't accept the idea of sleeping with a woman who had lived for over five hundred years. Although she was indeed alluring—more seductive than Yu Qingxue and more mature than Liu Rou—she was far too old for him. By age alone, she could be his ancestor. Even in the cultivation world, he couldn't wrap his head around it.
"Um, um, I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. I'll visit again another day," Zhao Yang stammered. He was truly at a loss with the Consort of Rain; he didn't know if she had taken an aphrodisiac or if she was just lonely for too long that she was now eyeing him.
"You want to find my disciple, don't you?" The lazy voice of the Consort of Rain drifted from behind him.
Zhao Yang stopped beating around the bush and admitted directly, "Yes, Valley Master. I have some matters with Sister Liu Rou..."
"Get lost!" The Consort of Rain suddenly changed her tone and shouted loudly.
The powerful sound wave made Zhao Yang's eardrums ache and his insides twist painfully.
"Women’s hearts are as hard to fathom as needles at the bottom of the sea," Zhao Yang thought helplessly. What kind of misfortune had he run into today?
"If it weren't for you, how would my disciple have ended up in such a dangerous situation? Do you even know who she is?" The Consort of Rain's expression turned serious.
"Who?" Zhao Yang asked in confusion. Could it be that Liu Rou had some significant background? He had never noticed anything unusual about her.
"My disciple." The Consort of Rain suddenly shot him a flirtatious glance without warning.
Zhao Yang felt like he was going crazy because this cold joke was not funny at all. Who would have thought that the Consort of Rain, renowned as the greatest female powerhouse throughout history and known as Unrivaled in the Universe, would be here teasing him?
"I came to tell you the words of Xuanbing Buddha. The Sun Daoren you were waiting for is dead. He was a manifestation of the Divine Monkey under Buddha's Palm Mountain, so you don't need to wait any longer!" Zhao Yang said, unconsciously looking away.
Consort of Rain fell silent for a moment, her eyes slightly red as she replied, "I already knew that."
"Also, I am his disciple, so please show some respect." Zhao Yang brought up his master, knowing that Consort of Rain had feelings for Sun Wukong; surely she wouldn't bully his disciple!
"What!" Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, Consort of Rain became agitated, smashing the phoenix chair into pieces. The bronze beast beside her was also shaken apart by her fury. "You are his disciple?"
"What’s wrong?" Zhao Yang was taken aback by Consort of Rain's reaction, fearing she might do something extreme.
With red eyes and a murderous aura, Consort of Rain approached Zhao Yang. He retreated while saying, "Consort of Rain? Master? Please don’t come any closer. Calm down! What do you want? I’m just..."
Suddenly, Consort of Rain embraced Zhao Yang, tears streaming down her face as she lamented, "Do you know I waited for you for five hundred years? When I was at my loneliest, you appeared before me. Without you, how could I have survived? Why did I search for you for so many years and you ignored me? I killed all your enemies; even those who helped you are gone because they never appreciated your kindness. But still, you never came to find me! Why?"
As Consort of Rain held onto Zhao Yang and poured out her grievances, he felt uncomfortable in his current position. He wanted to comfort her; after all, she was a pitiful person who had waited five hundred years for her beloved. This kind of devotion could rival the love Purple Mist Fairy had for Sun Wukong.
Looking at the small characters "Purple Mist" on Consort of Rain's profile, he recalled that his master had saved her simply because she resembled Purple Mist Fairy.
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