Early in the morning, various gods were standing around the God-Slaying Platform, and the Heavenly Emperor hurriedly arrived and shouted, “Jing Feirong! What are you doing?”
In the center of the God-Slaying Platform stood a young god with red eyes and uncombed hair tied up in a loose bun. The ends of his hair fluttered in the wind, and his pair of snow-white wide sleeves rustled in the wind.
“Father.” Jing Feirong’s eyes were filled with tears and he choked up as he spoke, “I have made up my mind. You don’t have to persuade me.”
The historian beside the Heavenly Emperor immediately took out a notebook and recorded it while reciting words, saying, “In the 9715th years of ancient times, The Fifth Prince of the Dragon Clan, Jing Feirong, was forced into marriage by his father, the Heavenly Emperor. He was determined to cut himself off in the God-Slaying Platform on his own. The young deity, who was fearless of power…”
His tone became increasingly heated, and he seemed to be exaggerating. The Heavenly Emperor frowned and waved his hand. The deity guards stepped forward and carried the old man who was talking nonsense away.
“I have made up my mind.” The Heavenly Emperor said coldly, “If you want to jump, then jump. Don’t disturb the deities who are going to the Lingxiao Palace to report their works.”
Jing Feirong was still brewing his sorrows in the wind. Upon hearing this, he was taken aback, and the tears trembled on his chin. He asked incredulously, “What?”
“Not jumping?” The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyebrows and waved his hand again. “Go give him a hand.”
Three or five divine guards took orders and walked towards the God-Slaying Platform. Jing Feirong panicked: “Wait… Father, actually, it’s not like this matter can’t be discussed any further…”
“No need to persuade me.” Said the Heavenly Emperor.
Jing Feirong was horrified and stepped back in a hurry. However, because his legs were too long, he stepped on empty air after taking a few steps and fell straight down the God-Slaying Platform.
There were dense god-killing barriers under the God-Slaying Platform. Even the most powerful gods would be helpless if they were touched by the barriers. Jing Feirong held onto the edge of the God-Slaying Platform with both hands, trying to reveal half of his face. Seeing that the Heavenly Emperor was looking at him indifferently, he cried with real emotion this time: “Father! What’s wrong with you? Say something ah!”
The Heavenly Emperor turned around indifferently, “All the deities present, return to Lingxiao Palace to report on your duties.”
The area around the God-Slaying Platform was suddenly empty, with only Jing Feirong’s hoarse cries echoing everywhere.
It is said that he spent the whole day digging at the edge of the platform until dusk fell, before the Heavenly Emperor ordered the divine guards to pull him out. Jing Feirong sat alone in the center of the God-Slaying Platform and cried for a long time. In the end, his third brother persuaded him to go back on the pretext of having dinner.
This city has another sad dragon.
The Demon Realm, the Realm of Withered Swamp.
The Demon Realm is dark all day long, with rolling black clouds and sandstorms flying, and the Realm of Withered Swamp is no exception. Chu Yanchuan stood at the edge of the barrier, gazing at the slowly surging golden-red seal within the territory. Under the seal was a square base carved with various forms of supernatural beasts. Surrounded by thick chains of stone pillars, a huge blue totem floated faintly above.
“Wake up.” Yu Cang reminds.
Chu Yanchuan took a deep breath as if coming back to his senses, slowly opened his half-closed eyes, and said weakly, “I’m not asleep.”
He gathered up his wide sleeves and said to himself, “The weather is getting colder, especially in the Demon Realm.”
Yu Cang nodded. “It’s time.”
Chu Yanchuan rubbed his forehead and said, “I almost forgot, the wedding is today.”
A small priest1神官 has different meanings based on different religions. So as for my research, 神官 refers to a priest or deity with noble titles. They’re a bridge to communicate with the universe and nature. So I’m gonna use priest here. appeared behind him, bowed, and said respectfully, “Ming Wang Daren2The Lord of the Underworld, Dijun Daren3帝君 or Dijun is the title of reverence added to the names of gods, and Daren refers to the lord., the Heavenly Court has sent the Lord of the Stars, and the ceremonial team is waiting outside.”
“Let’s go now.” Chu Yanchuan sighed and said.
Chu Yanchuan didn’t expect the scene to be so grand.
Sixty thousand deity guards and three thousand heavenly officials of the heavenly palace respectfully welcome them with a bow. The Three Pure Ones4This is the highest god of Daoism, the “Three Pure Ones,” namely Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun (Yuqing, Taiqing, Shangqing), which is the symbol of the “Trinity” doctrine of Daoist philosophy.came with their respective mounts and ceremonial horses. The sedan chair was carried by the Garuda, the white elephant under Samantabhadra was in front with reins, and a hundred spiritual horses were flying behind. The Nine Heavens, the Changxi River, the giant rock shaking gold, the goddess embroidering clouds, the blazing sun in the sky, and the bright moon and stars were also hanging high in the western sky.
Such a vast and magnificent scenery is indeed worthy of the grand wedding of the Yuanling5Referring to spiritual beings.Shen Jun6Referring to Gods.and the famous beauty. Countless immortals wanted to see the grace of this beautiful Dijun, but the wedding sedan curtains were layered and fluttering, and only a beautiful jaw could be vaguely seen. Along with the hands on the knees, the scarlet brocade reflected the slender fingers, and the graceful charm was unparalleled.
Chu Yanchuan was sitting in the sedan chair, intending to take a nap, but now he couldn’t fall asleep at all because it was too noisy.
It was just an arranged marriage. Chu Yanchuan had also heard about how Jing Feirong was in a state of panic and tears on the God-Slaying Platform that day as well. The Heavenly Emperor was now arranging such a grand ceremony. Chu Yanchuan had reason to suspect that the Fifth Prince of the Heavenly Dragon Clan might not be his father’s biological son.
But Chu Yanchuan would not ask, for he was afraid that the delicate and mentally fragile Fifth Prince would start crying again.
When he arrived in heaven, Chu Yanchuan was very sleepy, so he skipped all the other complicated formalities. He went to Jing Feirong’s bedchamber, lifted the curtain, and fell asleep.
He slept soundly. He didn’t know what kind of incense was burning in Jing Feirong’s palace, but the quilt also smelled pleasant. Chu Yanchuan fell asleep peacefully, wrapped in crimson clothes and red silk. When he woke up, a bright moon was already in the sky outside.
With a bang, the door of the bedchamber seemed to be pushed open by someone. Chu Yanchuan raised his eyelids, turned over slowly, and lifted the bed curtain.
Jing Feirong thought he had walked into the wrong room. This had happened before. A few years ago, he once entered his third brother’s room by mistake after drinking, and as a result, he was struck head-on by a powerful talisman technique—because his third brother was doing this and that in bed with someone who couldn’t be mentioned.
In fact, there is nothing to hide either. The person in his third brother’s bed is the Lord of the Underworld, Yu Cang.
Jing Feirong only hated himself for not having a sharp enough eye, as he failed to see clearly who was on top and who was at the bottom between his third brother and the Lord of the Underworld.
At this moment, he was holding the wine jug, staring blankly at the beauty on his bed—he was wearing red robes and had black hair, and his slender white hand was holding up the bed curtain. Only half of his face was illuminated by the moonlight, and there was still lingering sleepiness at the corners of his eyes. His pupils were watery and even cooler than the moonlight that Jing Feirong had seen along the way just now. He was so beautiful.
Today was his grand wedding, but Jing Feirong did not show up to welcome the bride. He hid in Zhuling7Apologize in advance, based on what I research, Zhuling is like a bamboo ridge but I’m not too sure either, so please feel free to correct me.to drink alone until the Heavenly Emperor sent someone to capture him and make him go back to the bedchamber and apologize to Dijun.
It was impossible for him to apologize, and Jing Feirong felt that this Chu Yanchuan did not look angry at all. Not only was he not angry, but he looked very good too.
Jing Feirong stood there in a daze for a long while and suddenly burped. He realized why he was drunk today, and then he gradually frowned and said in a muffled voice, “Why are you sleeping on my bed?”
Chu Yanchuan smiled with a good temper, flickered his hand, and his fingertips drew a flame. He lit a pair of red candles under the window and said, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, wipe your saliva.”
This smile was like a pear tree blossoming under the moon, with snow on the branches. Jing Feirong was stunned, and he quickly wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth. When he looked up, he was still angry: “I asked you why you slept on my bed!”
Chu Yanchuan still gave an irrelevant answer: “Wine can harm your health and cause trouble, so it’s better for the Fifth Prince to drink less.”
Jing Feirong’s brows furrowed even more. This confusing conversation made him unable to tell whether he was drunk or whether Chu Yanchuan was deaf.
“Although I don’t know why Dijun agreed to this marriage.” Jing Feirong suddenly became serious: “But I believe Dijun also knows how we should deal with each other.”
Chu Yanchuan nodded thoughtfully. “Then it must be clear.”
It seems that he isn’t deaf. Jing Feirong’s expression eased a little. Just as he was about to say, ‘Who among us should go out to sleep?’ He saw Chu Yanchuan slowly sit up straight, raise his hands, and start to untie his waist belt.
Our poor Highness the Fifth Prince, has never experienced such a sudden and exciting scene before. When he finally reacted, Chu Yanchuan had already thrown his waist belt on the ground and was ready to take off his robe.
With a clang, the wine jug fell to the ground, and Jing Feirong’s shadow quickly moved to the bedside, gripping Chu Yanchuan’s wrist with one hand.
“What are you doing?!” Jing Feirong’s face twisted, his ears and neck were all red, and it wasn’t sure whether he was angry or embarrassed, he gritted his teeth tightly. “Why are you taking your clothes off?”
“……” Chu Yanchuan pondered for a moment and chose a slightly subtle expression that was suitable for the age group of His Highness the Fifth Prince, saying, “To do that.”
Jing Feirong understood, and his expression gradually became out of control.
“Could it be that Your Highness the Fifth Prince is not capable?” Seeing the miserable look on Jing Feirong’s face, Chu Yanchuan asked tentatively, “It can’t be, right?”
In the dead silence, only Jing Feirong’s heavy breathing could be heard.
“It can’t be, right?” Chu Yanchuan asked again. He pulled his wrist out of Jing Feirong’s grip and looked at him with some doubt. “Don’t they say that dragons are lustful by nature?”
“You…” Jing Feirong was filled with shame and anger. He burped again and then shouted, “Dijun, you are disrespectful as an elder! How can you be like this at such an old age?”
Chu Yanchuan was not at all annoyed and nodded in agreement. The candlelight was shining brightly, and there was a hint of seriousness on his cold and elegant face. Chu Yanchuan said, “I am indeed several generations older than you. Since that’s the case, why don’t Your Highness the Fifth Prince call me grandfather?”
That night, the Heavenly Court’s historian who had been taken away by the deity guards recorded in the Heavenly Book with each stroke: on the grand wedding’s night, His Highness the Fifth Prince, Jing Feirong, was unable to bear the shame of being forced into marriage, collapsed, fled from the bedchamber, and shed tears. In the end, he was so grief-stricken that he vomited blood. It was a tragic scene. It is reported that he was drunk all day before returning to the palace, but he was still overwhelmed and unable to face it. Is this marriage a moral decline or a distortion of human nature…
The rest of the story was not finished because the Heavenly Emperor sent someone to take him away again.
