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Chapter 503 The fairy maidens used the Old Man of the Moon's red thread to bind Chongming, and Chongming returned to Jiang Chacha's seedling stage.
Chongming lowered his eyes and looked at the pale-faced Siming. His deep and authoritative voice was unhurried: "Even if she is a tool, she is my tool. She must be by my side and let me see her."

Si Ming asked in astonishment, "Chongming Shangshen, you are an ancient god above the tenth heaven. You have gone through countless tribulations to protect the three realms, suppress the eight wastelands, and love all people. You did not do this to find a tool, nor did you love a tool."

Why is this happening?

Is the power of love really that great?
He should be devoid of human emotions and desires, possessing only great love and universal love for all people.

Why look for ginger tea?

Jiang Chacha was merely a tool for him to experience the tribulations of love, a stepping stone for him to become a true ancient god.

Why is he so obsessed with her? Why does he want to find her? Why does he want to take her to heaven?

Looking at the agitated Siming, Chongming said calmly, "Immortal Siming, you've been in the Upper Realm for too long, managing the Book of Cause and Effect and Tribulations of all the gods and immortals there. You've forgotten how you originally ascended to this realm."

Siming was taken aback. It wasn't the icy cold that enveloped his entire body; his divine sense felt the biting cold of winter.

Did he do something wrong?

No, he did nothing wrong. God has great love and loves all people. He is not wrong.

Petty romantic feelings will only trip God up, making it impossible for God to be fair and just.

Chongming continued, "Immortal Siming, you said that Jiang Chacha has taken over my seven emotions and six desires. But who is the cause of your greed, anger, ignorance, restlessness, and attachment?"

"I am currently keeping this wordless book about the karmic tribulations of the gods and immortals. I will inform the Heavenly Emperor and ask the God of Justice to re-examine your merits over the years. At that time, the God of Justice will also release you."

Si Ming's voice trembled, and his body shook: "Chongming High God, I have not made a mistake. You have no right to have the God of Justice re-examine me."

Chongming's words struck Siming's heart directly: "Immortal Siming, those who have not made mistakes will not loudly proclaim that they have not made mistakes."

Siming's pupils suddenly constricted, and his throat felt as if it were blocked, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

Chongming withdrew his gaze, said no more to him, and disappeared from his sight as if he had never been there.

"Hahaha."

Several mocking female voices echoed from the distance, reverberating throughout the icy prison, piercingly loud.

Si Ming looked in the direction of the laughter and saw a woman in the distance whose waist was bound by ice chains, whose hands and feet were tied, whose body was covered with a thin layer of frost, whose hair was disheveled, whose face was as white as frost, and whose eyes were red. She was grinning and mocking him.

Si Ming looked at the woman and frowned: "Who are you?"

Who is she?
Why didn't he know that there was such a person in the First Heaven Ice Prison?

He's been here for almost a month and hasn't found this person.

Are there people in the upper realm whom he doesn't know about?

The woman pulled on the icy chains and walked barefoot step by step to Si Ming.

The icy chains made a sound, crisp like ice breaking.

The woman looked at Si Ming and clicked her tongue: "Who I am is none of your business. I am just one of the gods and immortals in the heavenly realm. Each generation is worse than the last. People have already put the words in his mouth, but he still can't understand them. He even challenges them and says that he is not wrong."

"Sigh, I really don't know how you managed to get into the Immortal Ascension Realm with your level of comprehension. Oh, I know, you got in through connections!"

Si Ming searched through all his memories but could not find the woman with crimson eyes who had been imprisoned in a layer of icy prison.

Moreover, he clearly saw that the woman's wrists, ankles, and waist were not bound by icy chains, but rather that a transparent ice sword was stuck in her heart.

"Oh, you're absolutely right. The gods in heaven are getting worse with each generation. What second or third generation? They're not as prosperous as our demon realm. Each one is more comprehension-oriented and more powerful than the last."

Xuanyuan Longbai appeared, answered the woman's words, and casually tossed a golden pill towards her.

The woman opened her mouth, and the golden pill entered her mouth. She swallowed it, and the frost on her face disappeared. She raised her head and exhaled a breath of cold mist.

Si Ming frowned even more deeply. Did Xuan Yuan Long Bai know this woman? He didn't know this woman at all. How could Xuan Yuan Long Bai know her?
After exhaling the mist, the woman lowered her head and looked at Xuan Yuanlongbai as if they had known each other for a long time: "It's right that you didn't ascend to the upper realm and instead remained a free and unrestrained demon."

Xuanyuan Longbai, proud and aloof, replied to her words: "My choice is of course correct, but I'm so afraid that this Immortal Si Ming might accidentally betray my granddaughter to his second generation."

The woman replied, "That's simple, just alter his memory."

Xuan Yuanlongbai's eyes lit up: "Can you help me tamper with it?"

The woman snorted coldly: "You really are as good at ordering people around as ever."

Xuanyuan Longbai shamelessly said, "I have no choice. Although I am just a lowly demon cultivator, I am useless in literature, martial arts, cultivation, and magic. I can only beg you for a favor."

The woman, her hands bound by icy chains, stretched out them in front of Xuan Yuanlongbai: "Benefits!"

Xuanyuan Longbai took out a Yanbing flower from his Qiankun bag and placed it in her hand: "Is this alright?"

The woman lowered her eyes to look at the flower, her fingers slowly closing to hold Yan Binghua in her palm.

"can."

"No."

The voices of the God of Fate and the woman rang out together, one in agreement and the other in disagreement.

The woman sneered, "Little Master of Fate, who gives you the right to speak here?"

Si Ming was greatly shocked. He had never seen or heard of the woman before him. Even though she was bound by chains of ice and had an ice sword stuck in her heart, she was still arrogant, powerful, and looked down on everyone.

The woman stared at Siming with her bloodshot eyes. Without saying a word, Siming fainted and lost consciousness in an instant.

The woman said lightly to Xuanyuan Longbai, "It's done."

Xuanyuan Longbai replied, "Thanks."

The woman replied, "You're welcome. I took your things; it's what I should do."

Xuanyuan Longbai walked up to the woman and said, "Wu Shi, the ice chains on your body were put on by the Heavenly Emperor, and the ice sword in your heart was inserted by the God of Justice. To break these ice chains, remove the ice sword, and gain your freedom, you must rely on external forces. Now the opportunity has come. Do you want to give it a try?"

Wu Shi stared at Xuan Yuan Long Bai: "You mean to use that second-generation rich kid who's looking for your granddaughter?"

Xuanyuan Longbai nodded: "Yes, the second generation who is looking for my granddaughter, you just saw it too. He was formed from the essence and blood of his father, born in accordance with the Dao of Heaven, and possesses the purest and most ancient bloodline of a great god."

"The Frost Chains, the ice sword of the God of Justice, should be no problem under his magic."

"Furthermore, you can become the God of Fate, and the God of Fate can become you. When the God of Justice comes to arrest the God of Fate, that will be the time of your freedom. Why don't you give it a try?"

Wu Shi neither agreed nor refused, but asked, "For many years I have wanted your help to get rid of this place, but you were afraid of getting into trouble and refused. At most you would give me some pills to ward off the cold and some spiritual herbs and flowers to nourish my body. But this time you are giving me advice for your granddaughter. What, is the child your own? When did you have the child?"

Xuanyuan Longbai laughed out loud: "I wish she were my own daughter. Unfortunately, those who have fallen in love with me—gods, immortals, ghosts, demons, and monsters—are all weaker than me. A powerful demon like me can't have a child with a weakling."

“This is my adopted granddaughter. During the great battle, I was seriously injured and on the verge of death. I fell under her true form. She had a divine encounter and, in order to save me, she transformed from her human form into a small tea sapling.”

“Whether it’s a god, an immortal, or a demon, we all believe in gratitude and cause and effect. She saved my life and we have this connection. Since I’m her grandmother, I naturally have to protect her.”

Wu Shi understood: "Okay, I'll try it as you say."

Xuanyuan Longbai responded with a congratulatory message: "I hope you will be free this time. If you have nowhere to go, you can come directly to my demon clan via the Fallen Immortal Platform."

Wu Shi chuckled: "You've even included me in your plans for your granddaughter's sake, intending for me to be your helper in the future. You're really something."

Of course she would scheme. If she escaped the first layer of the icy prison, descended from the Fallen Immortal Platform, and headed straight for the demon race, she would not be a sinful god of the upper realm, but a demon of the lower realm.

Even if her magical power was reduced after passing through the Fallen Immortal Platform, it wouldn't be by much. Once she came to the Demon Clan, the Upper Realm couldn't capture her, so she would be safe.

If she were to get into a fight with that second-generation rich kid because of her granddaughter, having an ally would at least give her a 50/50 chance.

Moreover, the demon race is inclusive and loves fallen immortals from heaven, finding them exciting, fun, and useful in crucial moments.

Xuanyuan Longbai: "It's fine, it's fine. You decide for yourself. I'm leaving so I don't get caught if I stay up there too long and have to explain myself." Wu Shi nodded: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Xuanyuan Longbai left.

Wu Shi crushed the spirit herb in her palm, threw it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it. In an instant, Si Ming transformed into her, her hands and feet bound by ice chains, her waist and heart pierced by an ice sword. She became Si Ming, enveloped in ice.

She fell silent and began to wait, waiting for the God of Justice to come and cut the ice so that she could take the opportunity to escape.

Chongming returned to the Tenth Heaven and searched the Three Realms, Five Elements, and Six Paths, but found no trace of Jiang Chacha.

He arrived at the Three Lives Stone, but his name was not on it, nor was Jiang Chacha's.

He stood before the Three Lives Stone for a long, long time, wearing a wide-sleeved, dark robe and a jade crown. The celestial maidens and goddesses were filled with longing, wondering if he had fallen in love with a mortal and wanted to find a partner.

Fairy maidens and goddesses would pretend to come to the Three Lives Stone by chance, hoping to have a chance encounter with him and fall in love at first sight.

Despite their affections, Chongming ignored them and couldn't see them. No matter how beautiful they were, he only had eyes for the Three Lives Stone.

The fairies and goddesses returned empty-handed, leaving no impression on him or in his eyes.

But the fairies and goddesses were not giving up. In order to win his favor and fall in love at first sight, they went to the Old Man of the Moon to ask for a red thread.

The young matchmaker, dressed in a white robe and with a red rope tied around his waist, counted the leaves on the marriage tree: one, two, three, four, countless leaves.

When the fairies and goddesses came to find him, the Old Man of the Moon jumped up and started pulling, breaking, and emptying the red rope around his waist as if it were free.

"Oh my, ever since I took on the role of the Matchmaker, I don't know if it's just bad luck or what, but people have already started to regard the God of Wealth as the Matchmaker, and you still know to come to me. I'm so honored that you know I'm the Matchmaker."

"Come, come, who wants a red string? Take it, take it. Whoever you want, go tie it yourselves. Whoever you can tie is yours."

Is the newly appointed matchmaker so easy to talk to?
The fairies and goddesses each took a red string, looking utterly astonished and incredulous: "Old Man of the Moon, before, asking your ex for a red string was like asking him for his life; he wouldn't give it to you even if it meant death. And now you're giving it to him like this?"

The Matchmaker snorted twice: "The past is the past, the present is the present. Times have changed. It was easier to get by before, but it's not so easy now. Do you understand KPIs?"

"It's too difficult to meet KPIs now. We need to keep up with the times. You are fairies and goddesses, not old-fashioned people. If you like someone, go for it bravely."

If they can be paired up in the celestial realm, that's good, as it fulfills his KPI. Otherwise, his marriage performance report would be too bad, making him seem like a completely unqualified matchmaker, and he would be sent back to reincarnation to start over.

The Old Man of the Moon is finding it increasingly difficult to get along. People in the mortal realm pray to the God of Wealth for marriage, but even his red rope, eight times thicker than a human's, cannot bind those who don't want to date or get married and only want to make money.

The people in the lower realm are still so clear-headed, while the gods in the upper realm still believe that a red string is a destiny ordained by heaven.

There are no predetermined things in heaven. They don't think that by using a small red rope to tie up the Heavenly Emperor, he will marry them. How naive, how incredibly naive!

The fairies and goddesses hesitated, holding the red string, and asked, "Old Man of the Moon, are we really going to take the red string away?"

The Old Man of the Moon waved his hand: "Take it, take it. If it's not enough, ask me for more."

The fairies and goddesses nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, thank you, Old Man of the Moon."

The Matchmaker God generously replied, "You're welcome."

The fairies and goddesses happily took the red rope.

The Old Man of the Moon watched the departing fairies and goddesses, shaking his head with a smile. They were all gods and immortals without a destined marriage; even if they had the red thread, it wouldn't be of any use. A forced marriage is like a melon that doesn't taste good even when dipped in sauce.

The fairies and goddesses returned to the Three Lives Stone with red ropes, sneaking around and tiptoeing, hoping to use the red ropes to bind the God of the Deep Sea and themselves for an eternal marriage.

To their utter surprise, no matter how they tried to tie the red rope to Chongming Shangshen's ankles and wrists, the red rope would turn to ashes and scatter as soon as it touched his robes, leaving no trace.

The fairies and goddesses stared at their empty hands: "!!!!"

The matchmaker is lying; this is a fake red thread that can't be used to tie anyone up.

Chongming turned around, holding a red rope in his hand, and looked at the fairies and goddesses. His dark eyes were as black as the night: "Tie the red rope and make someone who doesn't love you fall in love with you. There are so many things in the world that you can't have. Go to the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon and cry for a red rope. The incense of the Old Man Under the Moon won't be so withered."

Fairy maidens and goddesses: "!!!!"

The gods' words made perfect sense, and they were speechless.

But... being strong is in his nature!

Chongming reeled in the red rope: "Do your duty well and cultivate diligently. You won't be immune to death in heaven. Heavenly tribulations can be fatal, and there will be no next life."

The fairies and goddesses dared not disobey and replied, "Yes, we will obey the teachings of the Supreme God of the Deep Sea."

Chongming lowered his gaze and disappeared from their sight.

The celestial maidens patted their chests, exchanged glances, and said as if they had survived a calamity, "The way the High God Chongming is behaving doesn't seem like he's being moved by worldly desires and wanting to fall in love; it's more like he's comprehending the Great Dao."

"Ah, love? What nonsense are you talking about? He is a supreme god, an ancient god who inherited the power of his father. Have you ever seen any of the ancient gods from the tenth heaven to the thirty-third heaven who fall in love?"

"Yes, yes, I was just hoping for the best. I saw him by the Three Lives Stone and wondered if he had fallen in love with the mortal world, so I went to ask the Old Man of the Moon for the red thread. I never dared to think that I would actually tie him up."

"Exactly! If the Old Man of the Moon's red thread can bind him, it can also bind the Heavenly Emperor. Wouldn't the Heavenly Realm be in chaos?"

"Good heavens, you guys are all so clear-headed, making me look like a fool. I really wanted to tie him up with a red rope!"

"Hahaha, then you are a real fool. He inherited the bloodline of an ancient god. He is an ancient god. All of us combined are no match for him. How dare we talk about love with him?"

"Yes, yes, I don't even dare to raise my head in front of him. His divine power is too great. I feel that I have attained enlightenment through cultivation and moved the heavens, and the heavens have given me this honor."

They're all celestial maidens or goddesses, either through painstaking cultivation or through incredible good fortune. They're all incredibly clever and shrewd. They may like or admire, but they're not clingy or love-struck. They're genuinely afraid of being slapped to death by an ancient god, leaving no trace of their souls.

Chongming returned to the Tenth Heaven, unable to concentrate on his cultivation or erase Jiang Chacha from his mind.

He took on the task of inspecting the various small worlds, and began to tear through space and time to inspect each small world and see if any of them violated the laws of heaven.

If it violates the rules, divine punishment will be imposed; if it does not violate the rules, its development will not be interfered with, allowing its small world to prosper.

He searched for days, days, months, years, and even ten years, trying to use busyness and time to dispel the bone-deep longing for Jiang Chacha. But things didn't go as planned. The more he tried to get Jiang Chacha out of his mind, the more she seemed to be welded into his soul and consciousness, and he simply couldn't get rid of her.

He toured for a hundred years, pondered for a hundred years, and thought for a hundred years. When he returned to the Tenth Heaven, he visited the ancient gods above the Tenth Heaven and discussed the Dao and the Law with them. He went up from the Eleventh Heaven, layer by layer, and paid homage to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Having returned to the tenth heaven from the thirty-third heaven, another hundred years have passed. He is now ill with longing, and a few strands of white hair have appeared in his jet-black hair that was as black as a waterfall.

After discussing the Dao and the Law for a hundred years, Chongming still couldn't calm his mind. Siming had already been punished to reincarnate in the mortal world for ten lifetimes, and he couldn't find Jiang Chacha at all.

He was unwilling to accept it, he couldn't calm his mind, he couldn't forget, and he was afraid of being tormented by longing. He left behind a wisp of his divine consciousness, and he tore through space. His original intention was to go to the capital star of the Zhenlin Empire in the M31 star system to search for him, but while walking in space, a ring suddenly appeared on the ring finger of his left hand. It was the ring that Jiang Chacha had given him.

The ring emitted a powerful energy that caused the space he tore apart to become chaotic, preventing him from reaching the capital star of the Zhenlin Empire, and instead causing him to fall into a valley.

The valley was rich in spiritual energy, with giant trees providing ample shade. Various spirits and monsters trembled with fear at his arrival and hid away, watching him from afar in a furtive, sly, and sly manner, chattering amongst themselves.

Chongming's gaze and mind were completely captivated by the shimmering ring on his ring finger. This ring should have been destroyed along with his physical body during his reincarnation in the M31 star system.

But now the ring seems to recognize its owner; when he reaches out to touch it, the ring moves from his left ring finger to his right ring finger.

Chongming stared at the ring, his eyes reddening. Jiang Chacha was not virtual, not code, not a tool tailor-made for him to overcome his love tribulation.

She is real. This is a gift she gave him, containing her bodily essence, blood, dragon scales, flesh, and blood, a gift to prove her existence.

Chongming clasped his left hand over his right, pressing it against the ring. As he clasped the ring, tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks, landing on a small green tea tree in front of him.

The tiny green tea tree, with only a dozen or so leaves, was so frail that it could be crushed with a single step. Yet, it suddenly gained sentience because of the tears of an ancient dragon god, and began to grow wildly, growing and growing until it reached the height of Chongming's jaw.

The tiny green tea tree stretched out its branches and leaves to touch the tears that fell on it, making it feel comfortable all over, giving it a sense of awareness, and allowing it to get close to the cheek of the two-legged beast.

Chongming's cheek was touched, and the tears that flowed down were wiped away by the branches and leaves. He looked at the small tree that was as tall as his chin and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you for wiping away my tears, little sapling. I miss my wife so much."

(End of this chapter)