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Immortal Lord with Illness
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The Hall of Heavenly Ascent is bustling with people today, as it is said that the Changheng Immortal Lord is seeking talented individuals. If someone catches his eye with their abilities, they can join The Hall of Heavenly Ascent and become a servant of the Changheng Immortal Lord, allowing them to stand tall in the heavenly realm.
As a vibrant and graceful young sprout, Yuanling is always worried about one thing: how fortunate she was back then to bathe in the Jade Pool Immortal Dew and gain immense celestial fortune, which allowed her to ascend to the ranks of immortals.
However, in today's world, Yuanling is weak and insignificant, just a mere green onion, always worried about being uprooted and turned into a dish served with drinks.
Therefore, finding a reliable support is crucial for her.
This thought had lingered in Yuanling's mind for ten long years, but every attempt ended in failure, and she always returned in a state of disarray.
Those despicable immortals were always coveting her lush, green form, attempting to cook her and eat her!
Just as Yuanling was immersed in her memories, the sixty-first candidate ahead of her had completed the interview. Finally, it was Yuanling's turn to witness the appearance of Changheng Immortal Lord.
Changheng Immortal Lord's looks were exceptionally striking, yet he always maintained a cold demeanor that seemed to ward off strangers, resembling a celestial being who desired nothing.
Yuanling cleared her throat and looked directly at Lord Changheng, saying, "I have a talent. Whenever others look down on me and disdainfully ask, 'Who do you think you are?' I always manage to leave them speechless."
Lord Changheng raised an eyebrow, his smile not reaching his eyes as he replied, "Oh? Who do you think you are?"
Yuanling sighed inwardly, realizing that this immortal lord was indeed difficult to deal with. However, she did not show any signs of fear on her face. Instead, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a mischievous smile as she said, "I am your little green onion."
The Changheng Immortal Lord clearly did not expect Yuanling to respond this way. He was momentarily taken aback, and then a subtle smile flickered in his eyes.
However, Yuanling suddenly changed her expression, bursting into tears. Tears flowed like a broken dam as she choked out, "You heartless person! Back then, I was so sincere to you, and you professed your deep feelings for me. You said that if you could cultivate to become an immortal, you would surely take me as your wife. Now, although our vows remain... people's hearts can change. Boo hoo!"
Yuanling's cries were filled with sorrow, moving anyone who heard them. Changheng Immortal Lord furrowed his brows slightly, appearing somewhat impatient, yet not entirely indifferent. His gaze lingered on Yuanling for a moment before he slowly spoke, "It seems there is indeed..."
Upon hearing this, Yuanling couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Could it be that she had inadvertently hit upon something from Changheng Immortal Lord's past? Did he truly have a romantic entanglement in his youth? With this thought, a glimmer of hope rose within her. She widened her eyes and looked at Changheng Immortal Lord, eagerly anticipating him to continue.
However, the following words of Changheng Immortal Lord left Yuanling greatly disappointed.
"There are indeed some... distorted facts that even I was almost deceived by," he said, suddenly changing his tone. He then stepped forward and continued, "This person is quite eloquent; I have decided to choose this person today."
Perhaps Yuanling happened to uncover his romantic debts, which would tarnish his reputation for asceticism in public. This prompted Lord Changheng to hastily interrupt Yuanling and publicly announce that he would become his attendant.
When there was no one around, Lord Changheng's calm and composed demeanor disappeared, and his face lit up with excitement. He asked, "Little Scallion Deity, what is your name? Are you really in the mortal realm and have a connection with me? Did you really work hard to cultivate yourself for a promise to me?"
Seeing him ask this way, Yuanling naturally took the opportunity and shyly nodded, then replied, "I... I am called Yuanling."
"Indeed, I was this charming thousands of years ago," Changheng Immortal Lord said with an expression that was naturally handsome and hard to resist. He then sighed, "Yuanling is truly a rather casual name. Such a low-key and modest name does not match the grandeur of my Hall of Heavenly Ascent. How about this..."
He paused and said, "Then, in the mortal world, my surname will be Lincong."
Lincong? This name suddenly made Yuanling's heart tremble. Is this the beginning of nurturing my potential?
However, Yuanling soon discovered that entering The Hall of Heavenly Ascent and getting roll Changheng’s eyes was not necessarily a good thing.
On a dark and windy night, with everything silent, a mysterious figure quietly infiltrated Yuanling's dreams.
His technique is skilled and ruthless, easily pulling the sleeping Yuanling out and casting a powerful binding spell, rendering it unable to resist and forcing it to obediently return to its original form. Then, without mercy, he throws the poor Yuanling onto the cutting board, sharpens his tools, and prepares to put it to death!
At the same time, this person, with a righteous and resolute expression, says to Yuanling: "Today, my long-admired Qinghe Goddess has lost her appetite and become unusually picky. If I can prepare a dish that will whet her appetite, I will surely win the beauty's favor, and perhaps even steal her heart. Therefore, today, I have no choice but to sacrifice you, little scallion!"
Yuanling felt the chill of the sword's edge and couldn't help but shiver, her voice trembling as she spoke, "But that's the Qinghe Goddess! She is pregnant right now! How can you do such a thing? Are you trying to take someone else's wife? This is just too much!"
However, the Immortal Lord on the opposite side seemed unfazed, a cruel smile even playing at the corners of his mouth.
He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, his eyes revealing a sense of determination and coldness. "Don't try to fool me! The Qinghe Goddess has a slender figure; how could she possibly look pregnant? Even if she were truly with child, what of it? My love for her is unconditional, naturally including the life growing within her!"
His voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible magic.
He then turned his gaze to Yuanling, and the tenderness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by endless indifference and determination.
"As for you, Ling'er, don't worry. I won't let you suffer too much. I only need to take a small piece of your tail as seasoning, and then sprinkle some green onions on top; it will surely taste exquisite. So, don't even think about escaping." After saying this, he stepped closer to Yuanling, the sword in his hand gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.
It turns out that the Changheng Immortal Lord is such a twisted person!
Yuanling struggled desperately, but found it futile; she could only resign herself to trembling beneath the sword. Little did she expect that after spending so long in the Heavenly Realm, she would end up as a victim beneath the sword in such a situation...
After a long time, he was seen scrutinizing Yuanling, not knowing what he was thinking. He picked up Yuanling from the cutting board and sniffed it near his nostrils.
Ahem, although Yuanling has turned into a small green onion, as the saying goes, even though it's small, it's still complete in every way.
At this moment, this small scallion is pressing its nose tightly to the ground, as if trying hard to sniff something... "You...how dare you insult me!"
Yuanling finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the person in front of them hard.
"You actually dare to dismiss me! No, you even have the audacity to accuse me of being frivolous with you!"
The expression of Changheng Immortal Lord instantly turned extremely ugly, as if he had suffered a great insult. He shouted angrily, "I have always been respectful towards Qinghe Goddess. To slander me like this is simply tarnishing my reputation!"
"You must compensate me," the Changheng Immortal Lord continued, completely disregarding Yuanling's reaction. "Now that you are the Scallion Deity, you should naturally be very skilled in the culinary arts. As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. So, you can take responsibility for preparing the dish for the Qinghe Goddess."
"Hey—do you have any sincerity at all?" Yuanling exclaimed, hopping in anger. "You want me to slaughter my own kind! This is too much!"
" sincerity is such a thing; who knows if the dishes were made by me when they are presented to others." The Changheng Immortal Lord wore a look of disdain, as if to say how naive the world of women is. With a sneer, he took advantage of Yuanling's moment of distraction and swiftly split Yuanling's scallion-like legs apart before breaking them.
Yuanling's spiritual energy went out of control, and in an instant, he transformed back into human form, his energy depleted. He instinctively reached out to support Yuanling, his lips brushing against Yuanling's cheek. A strange sensation flowed through Yuanling's heart and lungs.
However, this feeling passed in a flash. He drew out his divine sword, his expression serious as if facing a formidable enemy. Yuanling only saw a blur before her, and her green onion legs turned into bits of green onion, neatly falling into his hands.
He then took out an Aquarius from his body, poured the water from the bottle into the bowl, and sprinkled the green onion on top. He revealed an extremely satisfied expression and said, "It's simply a masterpiece, so let's call this dish 'Clear Dew Soup'."
Yuanling was filled with grief and anger, clutching their wounds as they hobbled away.
Am I destined to be a broken and defeated person from now on, Yuanling wondered?
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