Prologue
Heaven Official’s Blessing
It was the greatest honor to be chosen for the role of the God-pleasing Warrior, and therefore the selection criteria were extremely strict. It was the highlight of the performance, with people on both sides of the street at the height of excitement. After the ghost disappeared, the Crown Prince planted a flowering tree at the head of the bridge.
So to honor their son, the king ordered that great temples and shrines be built throughout the country and that statues of the crown prince be erected and worshiped by all. Thus, within a few short years, the Xianle Palace of the Crown Prince became incomparably glorious, and for a time its prosperity and splendor reached its peak. However, as the flames of war were ignited all over the mortal world, the gods of the Heavenly Realm could not easily intervene.
If not for the war that burned almost the entire kingdom to the ground, if the crown prince were to see the remnants of those words, he would probably be the first to rush to destroy what was left. That infamous weirdo, the laughingstock of the three realms, the legendary Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he…he…he…he has risen again.
The Scrap Immortal, Third Time Entering the Heavenly Capital
Mm…” Xie Lian asked for confirmation, “So I have offended many Heavenly Officials since the moment I arrived?”. The last time Xie Lian entered the string was eight hundred years ago, so he didn't even remember the password. Then after his ascension, Xie Lian appointed him as his general and took him with him to the Heavenly Capital.
However, when the Xianle Kingdom fell and Xie Lian was banished to the mortal world, Mu Qing did not follow him. After Xie Lian entered the great hall, Ling Wen turned around and went straight to the point. Xie Lian thought to himself: Are you just sweeping within the communication group at any time of the day….
There are no connecting roads!” Xie Lian replied, waved his hand and left in a hurried manner. Xie Lian entered the shop and chose a table near the window, ordering tea and snacks.
Three Clowns, Night Discussion on the Palace of Tremendous Masculinity
But overall, this statue was still significantly different from Xie Lian's own impression of Feng Xin. No, I'd say 'I don't know if anyone has the answer,' Xie Lian thought. Nan Feng obviously didn't want to answer this question either, which was making Xie Lian even more curious.
Xie Lian choked for a moment, then reprimanded, “Fu Yao, you can't talk about girls like that.” As the laughing stock of the three realms who were exiled twice, Xie Lian naturally had such a cursed chain on his body. And so, Xie Lian took out the scroll given by Ling Wen's Palace.
Xie Lian was just trying to intercept when Fu Yao aha-ed and said, “. Xie Lian still chose the spot next to the window, and after they settled down, Nan Feng spoke up.
The Ghost Takes a Bride, the Crown Prince Mounts the Bridal Sedan
Xie Lian sat upright in the sedan and swayed with the movement of the sedan bearers. Xie Lian had his head bowed and let the man slowly lead him out of the sedan.
Mountain-Locked Ancient Temple, Forest of Hanging Corpses
Xie Lian was just about to take a closer look at the bandaged boy when Xiao-Ying rushed over. Xie Lian and Xuan Ji both looked out the window at the same time.
Red-Clad Ghost, the Burning of the Martial and Civil Temples
Xie Lian finally came around and shouted, “Wait!” He shouted as he chased after him, "Wait. Maybe he will go back to take Xiao-Ying's body, Xie Lian thought as he returned to the Ming Guang Temple. Xie Lian continued, "There are many burn scars in his face, probably from self-inflicted burning to get rid of the faces."
Fortunately, the boy was not sticky, but Xie Lian thought how terrible it looked. This case finally came to an end, but Xie Lian thought that the few days since he ascended felt longer than an entire year of waste collection in the Realm of Death. Xie Lian was grateful for all the tasks this small official had performed and poured him some tea.
Xie Lian found it funny that Fu Yao sounded like he was speaking from experience and warning a newcomer. But even though Xie Lian had ascended three times, he never lingered there for long. The first thing Xie Lian did when he returned to heaven was to report the bandaged boy to Ling Wen's palace and make a request to search for him.
Xie Lian replied, “I have to thank the two lower officials who volunteered to help, as well as General Pei Junior. Feng Xin had never been good with women and Xie Lian regretted that he was the one given the task of interrogation. Xie Lian rarely spoke in the communication string, so his voice was unfamiliar to many, and the officials did not know whether to respond.
Xie Lian realized that Fu Yao must not have reported every detail – perhaps his volunteering to help was even done in secret. As he thought about this, Xie Lian was suddenly reminded of another matter that had been on his mind all along. The Four Calamities was probably something that became popular later, but Xie Lian had never heard of the term before.
Clothes Redder than Maple, Skin White as Snow
Puqi Shrine Talks, Guileful Tales of Banyue Pass
How do you know how to paint the Prince of Xianle?” Xie Lian asked. I will be right back,” Xie Lian told San Lang and then closed the door behind him.
Shortened Distance, Adrift in Sandstorms
Xie Lian agreed and the two became engrossed in a serious discussion about stars and the night sky. Xie Lian did not argue; if the boy didn't need it, there was no need to push. Let me know if you need it.” Xie Lian straightened his hat and continued walking.
Xie Lian looked at the sky and saw that it was just after noon and time for the worst of the heat. Xie Lian led the group inside and they found a table to sit at and settle down. Xie Lian took out a water bottle from his bag and handed it to San Lang.
He grabbed the water bottle and drank from it before Xie Lian took it back to drink himself. Beside him, San Lang held his arm against his chin, stealing glances as Xie Lian drank. San Lang was about to reach for it when another hand blocked him from the water bottle in Xie Lian's grasp.
San Lang reached for the water bottle next to Xie Lian's elbow again and replied, “Of course it's different. Xie Lian thought that would be the end of it, but Nan Feng stood up and dropped the sword on the table with a loud clang. With such a powerful battle aura surrounding him, Xie Lian initially thought that Nan Feng intended to finish off San Lang for good.
Xie Lian's eyes widened in recognition, and he put his hand over his forehead and turned away. No one answered him and Xie Lian looked back, afraid that someone might be lost. Xie Lian could feel how hard the sand hit his face and was worried about how little San Lang seemed to care.
