I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 2295 The Affectionate Yu Qiushui?

Just then, Vice Hall Master Liu Yuan came over and gave Peng Cheng a subtle look: "Your Majesty, the Hall Master is waiting for you."

Peng Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He was known for his fiery temper, and if Liu Yuan hadn't appeared in time, he was afraid he would have lost control and started fighting with Liu Jun. Regardless of who won or lost, delaying the Palace Master's important business would be disastrous.

"Alright, lead the way." Liu Jun didn't seem to care at all, swaggering ahead while humming a little tune, "Exploding oven, exploding oven, I love it the most, bang bang bang bang, so exciting~"

Peng Cheng's forehead veins throbbed as he listened, and Liu Yuan quickly pulled him along to catch up.

The group walked through the ornately decorated corridor and soon arrived at the banquet venue. Though called a banquet, it was actually just the two of them eating. A large, three-zhang-long rosewood table was laden with delicacies, but there were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks—Yu Qiushui sat at the head of the table, with a solitary chair beside her, clearly prepared for Liu Jun.

Liu Jun casually sat down on the chair and grabbed a roasted crane leg to gnaw on: "Palace Master Yu, you've set up quite a grand scene, but isn't the portion a bit small?"

Yu Qiushui smiled slightly, flicked her fingers from her sleeve, and a soundproof barrier quietly unfolded: "God King Liu, I've invited you here today because there's an important matter to discuss."

Peng Sheng and Liu Yuan tactfully retreated outside the hall. Just as they closed the door, a loud "boom" echoed from inside, followed by Liu Jun's exclamation: "Holy crap! How did that wine pot explode?!"

Peng Sheng took a few steps back expressionlessly and said to Liu Yuan, "I think it would be safer for us to retreat further away."

"It doesn't matter if the wine pot explodes, as long as it didn't spill on God King Liu." Yu Qiushui quickly wiped the wine that had splashed on her face, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips, as if the splashed wine was just a trivial matter.

"Palace Master Yu has such a magnanimous heart!" Liu Jun grinned, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yu Qiushui waved her hand gently, looked sharply at Liu Jun, and slowly said, "God King Liu, I won't beat around the bush. I believe you have seen those dozen or so God King level puppets. I can give them to you as the beginning of our friendly cooperation."

Liu Jun was startled, but he maintained his nonchalant expression, revealing no flaw in his demeanor.

"What is Palace Master Yu saying? I don't understand. You still have more than a dozen Divine King Realm puppets? That's too powerful. I've never heard of that before." Liu Jun pretended to be surprised, trying to find out Yu Qiushui's true intentions.

Yu Qiushui smiled slightly and shook her head gently, as if she had already seen through Liu Jun's trick.

“Why is God King Liu pretending to be stupid? Although you are impersonating Emperor Long Ao, your appearance and mannerisms are very similar, but your personality is completely different. I know my son Emperor Long Ao very well. He has been aloof since childhood and does not like to interact with people. But you are more cunning and cheerful.” Yu Qiushui continued.

Liu Jun cursed inwardly that this guy was indeed a cunning old fox, not someone to be trifled with, but on the surface he still pretended to be calm.

He took a bite of the roast chicken in his hand; the aroma of the meat filled the air, but he couldn't taste it.

"I still don't understand what you're talking about," Liu Jun muttered, resolutely denying it.

He's the kind of person who, even if you threw him into an incinerator and burned him for half an hour, would still leave you with a mouth full of hard bones.

“It doesn’t matter if God King Liu doesn’t admit it. Let’s talk about cooperation. As long as you’re willing to help, my God King realm puppets, the Heavenly Lord’s Palace, the Heavenly Lord’s City, and even the entire God Realm will all be yours.” Yu Qiushui’s words carried a hint of determination.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun raised an eyebrow, his suspicion evident: "You don't want me to help you get yourself killed, do you? This collaboration sounds like a dream."

Yu Qiushui smiled gently, as if she had already anticipated Liu Jun's reaction: "Lord Liu is joking. I just want to ask you to help resurrect someone, someone who is of great importance to me."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun's lips curled into a playful smile: "If you're talking about resurrecting the God Lord, then forget it. Although I may not seem very smart, I'm not completely stupid. The God Lord's strength is comparable to that of the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. If I were to actually resurrect him, I'm afraid even a hundred of me wouldn't be enough for him to kill."

Yu Qiushui gently shook her head, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes: "No need, I just want you to help me resurrect a woman, a woman I love. In my heart, she is more important than any god or the Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun's expression turned serious, and he looked at Yu Qiushui in surprise: "You're not talking about your wife, are you? As far as I know, your wife passed away many years ago..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Yu Qiushui nodded gently, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes: "Yes, the one I want to resurrect is my wife. She sacrificed herself for me before. I owe her something I can never repay in this lifetime. So, no matter what the cost, I want to bring her back to my side."

Liu Jun remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Logically speaking, Yu Qiushui's wife should be Long Aodi's mother.

Long Aodi was his good brother. If there was a chance to revive his mother, he would definitely be willing. Even without Yu Qiushui saying so, he would be willing.

But there's a crucial problem: he can't resurrect others; he hasn't learned the art of resurrection.

"Does Divine King Liu find the conditions unsatisfactory? Then please speak up, and I will do whatever I can." Seeing Liu Jun's hesitant expression, Yu Qiushui's eyes flashed with urgency, and she spoke sincerely again.

“That’s not the problem,” Liu Jun sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “The key is, I don’t know any resurrection techniques. I want to help, but I’m powerless to do so.” Upon hearing this, Yu Qiushui’s eyes did not dim; instead, they became even more determined. “Alas, resurrecting my wife doesn’t require any resurrection techniques. Her resurrection would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens for others, but for you, it might not be difficult.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun frowned, a look of confusion on his face.
Upon seeing this, Yu Qiushui smiled slightly, stood up, and gestured for him to proceed.

"Please follow me. When we get there, you'll understand." Yu Qiushui's tone carried a hint of mystery, which aroused Liu Jun's curiosity.

“Alright, please.” Liu Jun stood up and followed Yu Qiushui deeper into the Heavenly Lord’s Hall. His heart was filled with doubt and anticipation, wondering where Yu Qiushui was going to take him and how she would resurrect his wife.

As for whether he suspected it was a trap, to be honest, he did have suspicions, but Yu Qiushui's actions were all very reasonable.

The two hurried along and soon arrived at the second basement level of the Catholic Church. Compared to the upper level, this place appeared more secluded and mysterious.

In the dim light, a small square can be seen lying quietly in front, with a crystal coffin in the middle of the square.

Surrounding the crystal coffin were faint circles of blue light, like guardian deities, quietly protecting the woman inside.

Liu Jun's gaze was instantly drawn to the crystal coffin. He carefully examined the woman inside, noticing her peaceful expression, as if she were simply asleep.

However, when he sensed the faint, almost imperceptible life force emanating from the woman, he was overwhelmed with a strange sense of awe.

"This is...your wife?" Liu Jun's voice trembled with disbelief.

The woman in the coffin had an exquisitely beautiful face, bearing an eight-tenths resemblance to Emperor Long Ao. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips all revealed the traces of their bloodline connection.

No blood test was needed; their striking resemblance alone was enough to establish their biological relationship. However, what was even more shocking was that this woman, who was related to his best brother by blood, was not human.

Yu Qiushui nodded gently, her eyes filled with endless tenderness and affection.

"Yes, she is my wife." Yu Qiushui's voice was deep, and every word contained his deep love for this woman.

"Are you sure this is Emperor Long Ao's biological mother?" Liu Jun asked again, his tone full of doubt and confusion.

He could hardly believe that this demon woman with a beautiful human face, but with fluffy ears and white down, was actually Emperor Long Ao's mother.

The key point is that Long Aodi has no demonic aura or demonic characteristics whatsoever. Yu Qiushui's genes are quite powerful.

Yu Qiushui smiled slightly, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, you're surprised, aren't you? I fell deeply in love with a rabbit demon, and we even had a child, the one you know, Long Ao Di," Yu Qiushui said calmly and casually, as if she were recounting something perfectly ordinary.

However, these words were like a bombshell, creating a huge uproar in Liu Jun's heart.

Liu Jun's eyes widened, his lips slightly parted, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He looked at Yu Qiushui, then at the woman in the coffin, his heart filled with confusion.

According to Long Aodi, Yu Qiushui was not only his biological father, but they were also entangled in a complex web of hatred.

Long Ao Di's mother, the beautiful rabbit demon who now lies quietly in her coffin, was "murdered" by her beloved Yu Qiu Shui. However, the truth behind this is far more complex than that.

However, Yu Qiushui said that the rabbit demon in the coffin was the woman he loved most in his life. For her, he spared no effort and even tried every means to revive her and let her live in this world again.

This statement sounds illogical and contradictory, raising serious questions. Clearly, a huge problem lies behind it.

Liu Jun frowned and asked the question that had been bothering him: "Excuse my bluntness, but why did you kill your wife, yet go to such lengths to revive her? Isn't this behavior contradictory and puzzling?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qiushui's face turned pale. He shook his head and denied it, saying, "Kill her? No, I wouldn't. I didn't kill her. If I could, I would rather die myself than see her leave this world."

Seeing this, Liu Jun became even more curious and continued to ask, "If you don't mind, could you explain the reason in detail?"

Yu Qiushui took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind to uncover this long-buried past.

He slowly began to speak: "The cultivation technique I practice is called the Profound Heaven Heartless Technique. This technique requires the practitioner to sever all seven emotions and six desires in order to reach a supreme state. However, I have never been able to bring myself to harm her. I love her more than I love myself. But tragically, in the end, it wasn't me who ended her life, but the people of the Heavenly Lord's Temple..."

At this point, Yu Qiushui's voice became hoarse, as if that memory were a sharp blade tearing at his heart. His eyes were filled with pain and regret, as if he were recounting an irreparable mistake and sorrow.