Wenren Li was visibly stunned when he heard this. He remained silent for a long while before leaning closer, cupping Chen Yixin’s face in both hands as their gazes met.
“A-Rong is truly amazing.”
“Mhm.” Chen Yixin’s confused expression immediately turned delighted. He nodded in strong agreement before furrowing his brows in thought again. Yet Wenren Li lowered his head once more and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, so tender and lingering that Chen Yixin’s mind instantly turned to mush.
“A-Li, stop distracting me! I need to think seriously!”
Although Chen Yixin sounded perfectly serious, his wandering gaze completely betrayed the fluttering shyness in his heart. He shifted himself and directly burrowed into Wenren Li’s embrace while continuing to think. “Fine then, I’ll let A-Li hold me.”
“Alright,” Wenren Li replied softly with a faint smile, making no further moves.
The two remained nestled together like this for about half an hour before Chen Yixin finally stirred again. Wrapping his arms around Wenren Li’s neck, he pulled him downward until their foreheads touched.
A point of blue light ignited between their brows.
Chen Yixin was transmitting the complete Divine Dao cultivation method to Wenren Li. A full hour passed before the blue glow gradually dimmed.
“A-Li, don’t rush to cultivate it yet. I still need to organize some divine arts for you. They’re all paired with this cultivation method,” Chen Yixin said while slowly shifting himself back into Wenren Li’s arms again, clingy as ever.
Although these divine arts were supposedly “paired,” in truth they had all been personally created by the former Wenren Li. Only he had cultivated them, and only he had wielded them. There might still be omissions, but what Chen Yixin organized already accounted for eighty or ninety percent of them.
“Good. Though it’s hard on A-Rong,” Wenren Li replied, one hand resting upon Chen Yixin’s waist, silently indulging his clingy little movements while simultaneously studying the complete Divine Dao cultivation method.
The opening section consisted of a lengthy explanation of the Divine Dao itself, far more detailed and understandable than what Immortal Emperor Fengtian had once explained to him. It presented profound truths in simple terms, every word containing the meaning of the Great Dao.
There was always a difference between completeness and incompleteness. This was the true perfected Divine Dao cultivation method.
“It’s not hard at all. Being able to help A-Li makes me really happy.”
Chen Yixin spoke softly, eyes closed as he continued organizing the material. At the same time, his fingertip lightly tapped Wenren Li’s brow. Each time he finished organizing a divine art, he transmitted it directly to Wenren Li.
Chen Yixin’s little head could practically be called Taixuan’s greatest treasure vault. Great divine arts, minor divine arts—too many to count. Eventually, he no longer bothered distinguishing whether they had once belonged to Wenren Li or not. He transmitted them all to him and let Wenren Li choose whichever he wanted. Even those he could not use still served as valuable references and comparisons.
“What a pity… I understand all these things, but there aren’t many I can actually use.”
Chen Yixin’s once lively voice had already become weak and listless. Simply organizing all the divine arts within his mind was a massive undertaking. Even with Wenren Li helping him sort through them, it still consumed nearly ten days.
“If A-Rong masters the Burning Heaven Six Arts to the highest level, that alone will already be enough.”
As Wenren Li spoke, he picked Chen Yixin up and carried him toward the palace garden to let him relax.
“Burning Heaven? That’s talking about my Elder Brother. He really loved that title.”
Leaning against Wenren Li’s shoulder, Chen Yixin’s voice carried traces of longing and sadness. “I wonder when I’ll see Elder Brother again… I still want to drink the wedding wine of him and Big Brother Linyu.”
“Linyu…” Wenren Li had often heard Chen Yixin mention Qingruo and was no longer unfamiliar with him—a proud Heavenly Phoenix with unparalleled combat strength. Yet regarding Qingruo’s companion Linyu, Chen Yixin rarely spoke concretely. Or whenever he did mention him, it was usually because he was jealous.
“Big Brother Linyu was the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Language Divine Clan and also the number one Divine General of Yuxu Palace.”
After speaking seriously for only two sentences, Chen Yixin immediately became jealous again. “So annoying. He always liked stealing Elder Brother away from me. This time it was definitely him who convinced Elder Brother to dump me in Yuxu Palace. Hmph!”
Chen Yixin turned his head to meet Wenren Li’s slightly darkened gaze. Pursing his lips, he murmured, “I know… it’s not that I slept once and they disappeared. It’s that I forgot they disappeared.”
“I’ll work hard to remember, so A-Li should work hard to remember too, alright? I want to bring Elder Brother and Big Brother Linyu back.”
If this had been the Chen Yixin who remembered everything, he absolutely would not have said such words to Wenren Li. Yet this Chen Yixin, who had forgotten everything that came afterward, followed his heart and spoke honestly.
“A-Rong, are you truly certain that I’m the A-Li you speak of? That Great Emperor Yuxu?”
Wenren Li lowered his eyes to meet Chen Yixin’s directly, his expression and tone both extremely serious.
Within his memories, there was nothing that felt forgotten. If anything truly needed investigating, perhaps it would be the years before he gained sentience. But during those times… was that really him? Wenren Li could not be certain. In fact, he vaguely felt a sense of rejection toward the idea.
“Of course. I could never mistake you. You are the Great Emperor Yuxu, Wenren Li. I overheard your name while secretly listening to you speak with Father God Lingxu. Besides A-Li, there can’t possibly be a second person in this world named Wenren Li.”
As Chen Yixin spoke, he buried himself against Wenren Li’s neck and sniffed repeatedly. Then, lifting his head again, his expression became increasingly resolute.
“Elder Brother often left me behind in Yuxu Palace. I stayed with A-Li for a very, very long time. I could never mistake A-Li.”
After hearing this, Wenren Li remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.
“Alright.”
Considering the state of the Upper Realm and Chen Yixin’s words, those who had once been closely tied to that “him” had likely all met tragic ends. If those truly were his pasts, then he neither could nor should avoid them.
Most importantly, this was Chen Yixin’s request. Wenren Li simply could not refuse him.
Yet Chen Yixin did not look especially happy after hearing his answer. He knew his request had been somewhat excessive. Gently hugging Wenren Li, his voice quiet yet unwavering, he said:
“A-Li, I’ll protect you, stay beside you, and remain with you forever.”
Just like the people who had once existed within Yuxu Palace, he would use his loyalty and life to protect Wenren Li. No—not only that. There was also his love. He had already fallen in love with Wenren Li. He might have forgotten many things, but not this.
“Mhm,” Wenren Li responded.
The two stood pressed tightly together in the garden for nearly half an hour before the mentally exhausted Chen Yixin simply fell asleep in Wenren Li’s arms.
Wenren Li did not carry him back to the palace. Instead, he directly returned outside Nether City to the encamped army. After settling Chen Yixin properly, he headed toward the command tent where Black Feather and Han Zichuan—who had already waited nearly half a month—finally received an official audience with him.
“Reporting to Demon Lord, this subordinate Black Feather is willing to surrender his entire domain.”
The moment Black Feather entered the tent, he immediately knelt while holding up his surrender document. He absolutely did not want to follow in You Ruo’s footsteps. While most people had been moved by Wenren Li’s devotion to Chen Yixin when he personally killed You Ruo that day, Black Feather himself had been terrified.
For Wenren Li, killing a Soul Transformation powerhouse had been as easy as crushing an ant. Black Feather had not even seen how Wenren Li made his move before You Ruo—who could hold off three Soul Transformation powerhouses without defeat—was already dead.
The Wenren Li he had not seen for ten years had clearly encountered unimaginable opportunities. In the past, Black Feather still believed he could preserve his own life under Wenren Li’s hands. Now he no longer dared entertain such thoughts. Therefore, surrender was the most appropriate decision he could make without future regret.
With a lift of Wenren Li’s hand, the surrender document flew from Black Feather’s grasp into his own. He carefully reviewed it before nodding.
“I accept. Azure Roc and Black Feather will make a trip to fully take over Black Feather’s domain. Go and return swiftly.”
“Yes!”
Azure Roc and Black Feather accepted the order simultaneously before departing. Aside from the Demon Guards awaiting orders, only Wenren Li and Han Zichuan remained inside the command tent.
Wenren Li had always been decisive. He understood Black Feather’s character and abilities well enough that once accepted, he directly treated him as one of his own. But toward Han Zichuan, he could not do the same.
“Sect Master Han, what business brings you here?”
Han Zichuan concealed his feelings toward Chen Yixin extremely well—so flawlessly that almost nothing leaked. Yet Wenren Li was different. Because he cherished Chen Yixin, he had also come to understand love. Han Zichuan’s several seemingly casual glances had long since exposed him completely.
“I wish to establish a Divine Guard unit within the righteous path for the Divine Son, dedicated solely to protecting the Divine Son’s safety.”
Han Zichuan bowed slightly, seemingly unaware of the distance in Wenren Li’s tone. After speaking, he waited for a response. In his view, the request was not excessive. Wenren Li had no reason to reject it.
“No need. I will personally ensure A-Rong’s safety.”
Wenren Li shook his head and rejected the proposal. Meeting Han Zichuan’s somewhat puzzled gaze, he continued:
“You’ve already seen it yourself. A-Rong can now battle Azure Roc. The things capable of harming him will not be martial force.”
Rather, they would be things beyond force—human schemes, or painful memories from the past.
“A guard unit would help the Divine Son unite the righteous path and also assist Demon Lord in unifying—”
“No need.”
Wenren Li rejected Han Zichuan’s persuasion once more.
He naturally understood the obvious advantages. Yet despite that, he still had no intention of using such methods.
“The righteous path will remain unwilling if unwillingness still exists. What A-Rong and I want is to completely resolve the problem.”
Rather than leaving those conflicts buried within future Taixuan as hidden dangers.
Han Zichuan’s method was indeed good, but what he and Chen Yixin sought was true unification—a Taixuan united completely in heart and purpose. In this world, strength reigned supreme. Absolute force was the true path. Chen Yixin’s title as Divine Son was not meant to be used in such a manner.
This war was both a trial and a choice. A mutual choice.
Han Zichuan slowly nodded. “Understood.”
“And another thing.”
Wenren Li narrowed his eyes, both gaze and spiritual sense locking firmly onto Han Zichuan.
“A-Rong is this lord’s Demon Consort. Keep your eyes under control.”
Han Zichuan’s gaze shot upward. Yet before he could even properly see Wenren Li, he was struck by a brief blindness that felt like dying. Even possessing the Heaven’s Secret Sect’s secret treasures, Wenren Li still had confidence in killing him within three moves.
Cold sweat continuously formed upon Han Zichuan’s forehead. Only after a long while did he recover enough to realize Wenren Li had already left the command tent.
“Love tribulation… love tribulation…”
His love was Chen Yixin, but his tribulation was Wenren Li.
Wenren Li naturally had no idea that a single warning from him would cause such a shift—or rather, confirmation—within Han Zichuan’s thoughts.
He simply did not wish to keep looking at Han Zichuan, whom he found disagreeable no matter how he viewed him. Having already said everything necessary, he directly teleported back to the tent where Chen Yixin slept.
Pale green curtains draped softly downward, and from within came the even, unhurried sound of breathing. All irritation from meeting Han Zichuan disappeared entirely the closer he approached.
Sitting cross-legged beside the bed, Wenren Li rested his palm gently against Chen Yixin’s rosy sleeping cheek.
A faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his lips as he closed his eyes and began cultivating.
Chen Yixin rubbed against Wenren Li’s palm before unconsciously wriggling closer and closer until his entire body pressed completely against Wenren Li’s. Only then did he stop moving.
When he finally awoke from his deep sleep, they were still in exactly that position.
Slowly sitting upright, Chen Yixin’s eyes widened. His trembling hand carefully touched Wenren Li’s face. After confirming Wenren Li held absolutely no guard against him and would not wake easily, he finally relaxed. Then his hands began roaming more boldly and boldly.
“Ahh, he’s so nice to touch…”
Chen Yixin grinned, practically drooling from covetousness. At the same time, his hand settled upon Wenren Li’s belt as he hesitated over whether to untie it.
“I’ll just peek once, then help you put everything back properly.”
After saying this, Chen Yixin took a deep breath and finally started moving.
Removing Wenren Li’s outer robes, he grasped the ties of the inner garments and pulled.
They loosened immediately.
At the same time, Chen Yixin’s cheeks turned even redder while his breathing grew heavier.
“Silver Tree, Silver Tree… ahh, just as expected…”
Chen Yixin pressed his face close against the position of Wenren Li’s lower back, staring carefully. Then a pale silver phantom flashed briefly past his sight. Yet before he could examine it clearly, the awakened Wenren Li turned onto his side, completely blocking his view.
“Ah! A-Li woke up!”
The regret still lingering on Chen Yixin’s face instantly transformed into shock, while his cheeks flushed even deeper crimson. At least he still retained some awareness regarding exactly what he had been doing.
“A-Li, listen to my explanation…”
Chen Yixin spoke weakly, but Wenren Li had already pulled him over and draped him stomach-down across his lap, rear raised upward.
With sharp instinctive awareness, Chen Yixin hurriedly covered his own butt.
“A-Li, A-Li, it’s not what you think…”
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