On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, I was executed and became Yang Jian's brother-in-law.

Mount Hua, the Holy Mother Palace.

Since the battle at Yaochi, the entire Mount Hua seemed to be shrouded in a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Yang Chan is back.

She returned alone. Su Bai was taken to the underworld by Lady Pingxin to recuperate, while she, as the Third Holy Mother and Su Bai's wife, in that chaotic battlefield of gods and entangled karma, although she did not erupt on the spot like the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, nor did she suppress with domineering force like the Queen Mother of the West, it felt as if a poisonous thorn had been pierced into her heart.

The night was deep, and no lights were lit in the palace.

Only a faint blue light flickered intermittently in the darkness.

Yang Chan sat in front of the dressing table, holding in her hands the antique-looking Lotus Lantern that originally radiated a sacred seven-colored light.

Now, that lamp has changed.

The once warm, seven-colored light had now completely transformed into a chilling, eerie blue. The light reflected on Yang Chan's exquisitely beautiful yet bloodless face, making it appear somewhat strange and sinister.

"My husband is asleep..."

Yang Chan stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the cool lamp body, her eyes empty and deep, as if she were talking to the lamp, or as if she were talking to herself:

"Empress Pingxin took him away, saying it was to save him."

"But... the underworld is a gloomy place, and there's that Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness) and that other shore flower... what if my husband wakes up and forgets me?"

"and……"

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Yang Chan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and scenes from the Yaochi Palace kept flashing through her mind.

The domineering oath of the Queen Mother of the West, the taboo between the master and disciple of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the unforgettable life-and-death bond between Xuanming (although he has passed away), and even the saintly demeanor of Nuwa who protects her own.

Too much.

There are just too many people who covet her husband.

"The outside world is too dangerous."

Yang Chan's voice softened, carrying a chilling sweetness, "They all want to take her from me, and they all say they have a connection, a bond."

"But I was here first."

"I spent so many years with him at the foot of Mount Hua, I bore him children (although we haven't had any yet), and I was the one who married him."

Yang Chan gently touched the wick with her fingertip.

"Buzz—"

The Lotus Lantern emitted a clear, resonant sound, and its deep blue flame suddenly shot up, as if responding to its master's sentiments, or as if yearning for something.

"You also feel that I'm not safe, and I'm not safe with him either, right?"

A sickly smile curved Yang Chan's lips as she pressed her face against the Lotus Lantern and murmured softly:

"You said... what if I locked him up, in a place only I know about?"

"There is no Queen Mother of the West there, no such thing as messy women, and no sense of justice or racial responsibility."

"Does he... belong only to me now?"

The Lotus Lantern flickered again, and this time, a trace of spatial law fluctuations was revealed in its light.

This Lotus Lantern was transformed from a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus, containing boundless creation power and even possessing the potential to create a small world!

Yang Chan used it to save people and protect the common people.

Now, driven by this extreme possessiveness and insecurity, she actually wants to use this sacred treasure to build a golden cage to imprison her lover!

"You agree too? That's great."

Looking at the flickering lights, Yang Chan felt the plan was more and more reasonable, and that it was the only way out.

"Yes, that's what we'll do."

"When my husband wakes up, I'll bring him back. Then... we'll be together forever, and no one will ever find us."

"hey-hey……"

In the dimly lit palace, Yang Chan's low, suppressed laughter echoed.

……

Outside the palace, above the clouds.

A valiant figure clad in silver armor and wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword was trembling as he hid behind a dark cloud.

It was Erlang Shen, Yang Jian.

As a well-known "sister-obsessed" person, he had been worried about his sister's condition ever since he heard that Su Bai had an accident in Yaochi and was taken away. So he secretly followed her back to Huashan, wanting to observe her in secret and see if she needed comforting.

As it turned out, this observation almost cost him his life!

"Is this...is this still my gentle and kind Chan'er, who wouldn't even step on an ant?"

As Yang Jian listened to the lewd words coming from the palace and looked at the eerie blue light shining through the window paper, cold sweat had already soaked through his battle robe.

What do you mean by "locked up"?

What does "belongs only to me" mean?

What "hehe"?

"Damn it..."

Yang Jian swallowed hard, his teeth chattering. "After that bastard Su Bai went into a deep sleep, my sister seems to have... gone mad?!"

"This isn't just being heartbroken; this is clearly going mad, developing that legendary... hysteria (yandere)!"

Through the crack in the window, Yang Jian saw Yang Chan holding a pair of scissors, trimming the lamp wick while giving the air that terrifying "unwavering even in death" smile.

"Waaaaah..."

The mighty God of War of the Heavenly Court was so frightened that his eyes turned red at this moment.

terrible!

Su Bai once told him, "Your sister is actually quite scary," and he wanted to beat Su Bai up, feeling that he was slandering Chan'er.

It seems you've really suffered, Su Bai!

"No! This can't go on!"

Yang Jian wiped away the cold tears that had welled up in his eyes from fright. "Chan'er is being invaded by a demonic possession. In addition, the Lotus Lantern, a precious treasure, is susceptible to emotional influence. If she really creates some kind of 'small world' and imprisons Su Bai inside, wouldn't the Three Realms be thrown into chaos?"

"I can't handle her, I need to find someone else!"

Yang Jian dared not stay on Mount Hua for even a second longer, fearing that his sister would discover him and "kill him to silence him" (although that was unlikely, he was genuinely afraid).

He rode on a golden beam that seemed to leap across the ground, fleeing madly towards Kunlun Mountain like a stray dog.

……

Kunlun Mountain, Yuquan Mountain Jinxia Cave.

This is the Daoist temple of Yu Ding Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

At this moment, Master Yuding was wearing a loose Taoist robe, lying on a rocking chair, holding a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, leisurely basking in the sun.

Since the end of the Investiture of the Gods, he, as the master, has completely retired. His disciple Yang Jian has become successful and has become the God of War in Heaven, so he, as the master, can also "lie down" and spend his days drinking tea, bragging, and living a very comfortable life.

"Master! Master, save me!!"

Just then, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility of Yuquan Mountain.

"puff--"

Master Yu Ding spat out a mouthful of tea and nearly choked to death.

Before he could react, a golden light landed, and Yang Jian's disheveled figure rushed in front of him, kneeling down with a "plop".

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Master Yu Ding was startled and quickly helped his beloved disciple up. "Erlang, you are a Heavenly Judge, what's wrong? Why are you so panicked? Has Sun Wukong attacked Heaven again? Or does the Jade Emperor want to cut off your head?"

"No...no..."

Yang Jian's face was deathly pale. He gripped Yu Ding Zhenren's sleeve, his hands trembling. "It's my sister! Chan'er! She...she seems to have gone hysterical! She's gone mad!"

"Hi!"

Upon hearing this, Master Yuding breathed a sigh of relief, lay back in his rocking chair, fanned himself with a palm leaf fan, and adopted the demeanor of a hermit.

"What could be so important that it startled me?"

Master Yu Ding stroked his beard, looking unconvinced. "I've met Chan'er. She's gentle and well-mannered. Even if she was temporarily upset, it's nothing serious."

"Erlang, you need to calm down."

Master Yu Ding began to lecture, “As the most talented and insightful of the twelve Golden Immortals under the Yuanshi Tianzun (self-proclaimed), what storms haven’t I seen? Back then, on the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods, when gods and demons were running rampant, I remained as steady as Mount Tai.”

"A mere minor heart ailment, a bout of hysteria, leave it to me, your teacher!"

Master Yu Ding pulled a dirty gourd from his robes and poured out a dark, murky pill:

"This is the 'Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Pill' that I refined. Take it back and give it to her. She'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

As he spoke, he casually asked, "By the way, tell me the details first. How exactly did she 'go crazy'? Was it crying and screaming? Or was she throwing things?"

Yang Jian looked at the pill and said with a bitter face, "Master, it would be better if she cried and threw things... She doesn't cry or make a fuss."

"Then what did she do?"

"she……"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and began to describe the terrifying scene he had just witnessed:

"Recently, she has been using all her magical power to do nothing but use the Lotus Lantern to deduce the construction method of the 'small world'."

"The Lotus Lantern has changed color! It's turned into that eerie blue flame!"

"And she would talk to herself in front of the light all day long, saying things like 'the women outside are too bad,' and 'it's only safe to lock him up.'"

Yang Jian grew increasingly frightened as he spoke, mimicking Yang Chan's tone:

She also said, "Only Su Bai and I will be together forever; no one will be able to find us."

She said through gritted teeth, "I was here first! Why should I give it to someone else?"

"at last……"

Yang Jian shuddered. "She was still touching the Lotus Lantern, her smile particularly chilling, and asked the lantern, 'You'll help me, right?'"

"Master, that's the Precious Lotus Lantern bestowed by the Goddess Nuwa! It actually responded to her! That lantern is practically a spirit!"

As Yang Jian described it, the once calm and composed Jade Cauldron Immortal, who was fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, moved slower and slower until he finally froze completely.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of utter terror.

Deducing a small world?

Imprisonment Play?

The Lotus Lantern turns evil?

I was here first, wasn't I?

This isn't hysteria at all! This is clearly love turned to hate, a demonic possession, and it even involves the karma of a sacred treasure!

And the target is Su Bai! That super causal entity that the entire prehistoric world is watching, with Pingxin, Nuwa, and the Tongtian Sect Leader (although he's imprisoned) standing behind him!

If we get involved in this matter, we'll be going against Yang Chan, and we might even offend the Goddess Nuwa.

"Um... Jiro."

Master Yu Ding suddenly stuffed the pill back into the gourd, then covered his forehead with his hand and began to shake violently.

"Master? What's wrong? Please think of something!" Yang Jian said anxiously.

"Ouch...ouch..."

Master Yu Ding let out a painful groan, then slumped back into the recliner, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore..."

While convulsing, Master Yuding said, "My old ailment has flared up again... I've recently run into trouble in my cultivation, resulting in a deficiency of both qi and blood, and an unstable spirit..."

"This...this matter is too big. It involves sacred treasures and complicated romantic entanglements."

"Now I'm just a lazy old man at home, my eyesight is failing, I'm deaf and blind, my heart is willing but my strength is insufficient!"

After saying this, Master Yuding closed his eyes and began to play dead, muttering to himself:

"I can't hear... I can't hear anything..."

"Don't come to me... I don't dare to get involved... Who would dare to get involved...?"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded.

Seeing his master, who had been so arrogant just moments before but was now lying down and pretending to be dead, he was utterly desperate.

Even Master Yuding was too frightened to interfere.