The male supporting character was actually myself.

Erlang Shen was truly enraged. He sneered and formed a hand seal in the air, creating a scroll painting.

The scene depicts a handsome man flirting with a woman dressed as a maid, their vulgar and explicit words leaving the Holy Mother of the Three Realms stunned.

"This is the 'good' man you chose for yourself, Liu Yanchang." Erlang Shen's tone was filled with barely suppressed anger. "If it weren't for the son you bore, I wouldn't have violated the heavenly rules and forcibly interfered in the fate of mortals!"

My dear sister, our father and elder brother were killed, and our mother was suppressed. Only my brother and I were left, relying on each other for survival. Do you still remember the way both gods and mortals looked at us?

A bitter smile appeared on his face. "We are the despised second-generation immortals, with only half mortal blood, yet we have to seize the opportunities of mortal cultivators and spirits in the mortal world."

We've endured so much scorn and harsh words, and it wasn't easy for us to finally stand firm and silence the criticism through our own efforts. How could you bear to let your son be born with such a shameful identity again?

Are we going to make him bear the stigma of being a "second-generation immortal" from birth, forced to repeat the path we've all walked?

The Holy Mother stared blankly at the scene on which Liu Yanchang was beaten half to death by his brother, had lost his official position and face, and could only make a living by pasting lanterns at home. A resentful expression appeared on her beautiful face, and she snorted coldly: "You must have used magic to create this to deceive me. Brother Chang loves me so much, he would never do such a thing!"

"Brother, I'm a celestial being who bore him a healthy, chubby son to carry on the family line. What mortal man, after marrying a celestial being, would still look at those ordinary, common mortal women?"

Fluffy dumpling: ...

Another hopeless love-struck fool. He jumped into the pit himself and then tried to drag the Weaver Girl down with him; he enjoys his brother's protection while cursing her. What a disgusting drama queen!

"What second-generation immortal? Humph!" She straightened her clothes and maintained an elegant sitting posture, her eyes slightly lowered as she said coldly, "Brother, you've just been brainwashed by the Heavenly Court. They set up the Heavenly Laws to restrict freedom and make all immortals behave properly and perform their duties without any humanity."

Are the second-generation immortals afraid of vying for opportunities?

The mortal cultivators and spirits could only blame themselves for not being able to reincarnate and be born into the womb of a deity.

I painstakingly cultivated myself into an immortal to pave the way for my child, why should they have to give way to me? My child was born with half of my immortal bloodline, which makes them stronger than mortals and gives them talent for cultivation. That's an advantage I gained as a mother at the cost of arduous cultivation!

The Heavenly Court always complains that fewer and fewer people are cultivating to become immortals in this Dharma-ending Age. Why can't they amend the Heavenly Laws to make it easier for offspring born from intermarriage between immortals and mortals to ascend to the ranks of immortals? Why worry that the Heavenly Court will have no one to use in the future?

Erlang Shen was shocked after hearing this. His eyes twitched, and he felt helpless as he realized he was powerless to change his sister's mind.

In this Dharma-ending Age, cultivation in the mortal realm is indeed much more difficult than before. However, with the Heavenly Dao arranging for spiritual energy to dwindle, the fragile cultivation environment needs even greater protection. Otherwise, various immortal relatives and friends might seize opportunities, leading to situations where "one person achieves immortality and all their relatives and friends ascend to heaven," leaving countless mortal beings with even less of a future.

If everyone holds the same idea as the younger sister, the immortals will take advantage of their patrols to linger in the mortal realm for decades, having children with mortals. Only a few months will have passed in the heavens. The second generation of immortals will give birth to the third generation... Sooner or later, the path to immortality will be taken over by the descendants of the immortals.

At that time, there will be no fairness or justice, only blood ties, and factions will be formed. Are all the immortals going to compete to see who can reproduce the most?

Where does this leave ethics, morality, and divine rules?!

"Give up on that idea. I will never let anyone succeed in changing the Heavenly Laws." Erlang Shen withdrew his supernatural powers and stopped her from seeing Liu Yanchang's actions. He said in a deep voice, "Back then, I was young and ignorant and tried to forcefully attack the Heavenly Court to change the Heavenly Laws, but I failed. After I learned the reason why immortals and mortals cannot marry, I realized that I almost made a big mistake."

Since assuming the purview of the judiciary, I have never slackened in my duties, all to atone for the ignorant sins I committed years ago. You and I, brother and sister, have already taken a shortcut to immortality, seizing opportunities from the mortal realm…”

"You succeeded because of this, but you have to cut off the path to immortality for other second-generation immortals. Doesn't your conscience hurt?" The Third Holy Mother seized the opportunity to interrupt her brother and retorted, "It is precisely because we have gone through hardships that we must amend the Heavenly Laws so that devoted immortals like Mother and me will no longer suffer the pain of separation, and so that children like us will not be scorned!"

Erlang Shen closed his three eyes, let out a long breath, and turned to leave with a flick of his hand. "I have already violated the Heavenly Laws by abusing my power for your sake. I will go to the Jade Emperor's table to receive my punishment after this matter is settled."

Don't even think about changing the Heavenly Laws; I'll make plans for your future.

Today I sensed your contact with an old acquaintance from Heaven. I originally wanted to tell you that Liu Yanchang was plotting an affair and was not a trustworthy lover, but you preferred to believe a lecherous rogue rather than your own brother.

Then I will make plans for your family of three. Just wait quietly. Chenxiang has already become an apprentice and will soon be able to help him split the mountain to save his mother.

"At that time, once you've removed your immortal bones and your family is reunited, Liu Chenxiang will have absolutely no chance of achieving enlightenment and joining the ranks of immortals."

Chapter Twelve: An Even Greater Temptation

"Brother! Brother, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing that her own son could not attain immortality by virtue of being a second-generation immortal, the Third Holy Mother's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "Explain yourself clearly! Why can't my child achieve enlightenment?"

Why should I?! You're his uncle, a god of justice, he can get into any trouble without me having to worry…

The little dumpling squatted on Erlang Shen's shoulder, who didn't even turn his head, and stuck out its tongue at her, saying, "You're shameless. You scolded your brother for not protecting him and then tried to morally blackmail him into helping your son."

A dignified deity, yet he lacks the courage to take responsibility for his own actions, expecting his brother to shoulder the burden.

They already told you they'd pulled strings for you, and you still have the nerve to complain that the back door wasn't wide enough? Tsk tsk... Erlang Shen is truly cursed to have a sister like you!

"If you want your child to successfully cultivate into an immortal, why not find him a good father so he can enjoy the nourishment of immortal energy from birth? You will eventually have to pay for the sins you have created."

With a cold and aloof final reply, Erlang Shen vanished down the stone steps.

The Third Holy Mother, deeply shocked, collapsed to the ground. Her brother's heartless words echoed in her ears. A fierce thought flashed in her gentle eyes, "Weaver Girl, no matter what, you must marry the Cowherd and have children."

"As long as the mortal child is successfully born, our plan will succeed, forcing the Jade Emperor to amend the Heavenly Laws to allow all immortals to enjoy free love without constraints. That would be an immeasurable act of merit!"

There is still room for maneuver.

As long as the reply from above can break the Weaver Girl's magic weapon, the great success will be just around the corner!

He will be released without charge; Chenxiang will not have to go through hardships and dangers to focus on cultivating himself to achieve enlightenment, and he will no longer have to worry about being looked down upon.

Brother, the wish you couldn't fulfill to amend the Heavenly Laws back then because you were trying to save Mother will be fulfilled by your younger sister.

When that time comes, you will understand me.

The younger sister, disregarding past grievances, even helps her brother find a gentle and kind beauty, allowing Erlang Shen, who is burdened with responsibilities and can only keep company with a silly dog, to also enjoy the taste of love and experience true family bliss!

Completely unaware that he had been meticulously planned, Erlang Shen left Mount Hua and returned to his temple at Guankou. As soon as he entered, a shadow darted over and began sniffing him incessantly. "Woof woof woof! What's that smell on you? Woof? Do you have another dog outside?"

"Silly dog." Erlang Shen, who was already in a bad mood, patted the dog's head and walked straight into the main hall, where he sat down and stared blankly into space.

The fluffy little ball cautiously looked around, completely bewildered. While tattling to its host, it muttered under its breath, "This doesn't seem to be the Heavenly Court. I haven't seen any celestial energy..."

"Oh no! I've been running around like this for ages! I haven't kept an eye on the Third Princess and don't know who she's contacting; I haven't been able to stay by the Weaver Girl's side to guard against Mu Jiuxiu's protagonist aura; and I've even lost myself! Where am I? This mirror world is huge!"

Xiaotianquan is a pure white greyhound, tall and slender, agile and quite clever.

"Did the Divine Lord go to visit the Third Holy Mother again?" it sniffed and muttered. "You always look so worried when you come back from Mount Hua. What are we going to do about this, woof!"

Erlang Shen said with a wry smile, "What should I do? I can't persuade her to turn back, and I can't knowingly follow the heavenly rules and fool around with her. I can only secretly let Liu Chenxiang learn his skills properly, and then give him the Lotus Lantern so he can split the mountain to save his mother."

Since she's so unwilling to abide by the precepts and rules, let her live as a mortal for a few short decades in the mortal world. At least her desire to find freedom and love will be fulfilled when she returns to the cycle of reincarnation.

"Being an immortal is so great!" The Celestial Dog scratched its ear with its hind paw, muttering, "After all the hardships of cultivating to become an immortal, she would give up being an immortal just for a mortal man. I really don't understand what kind of logic the Third Holy Mother has."

"Ha, it's not that she's reluctant to be a god. She's clearly reluctant to give up the benefits of being a god but wants the freedom of being a mortal. She's got a good plan. She thinks that with her brother backing her up, she can do whatever she wants and satisfy her selfish desires."

She could be a loving couple with Liu Yanchang, and when Liu Yanchang's life came to an end, she could continue to be the Holy Mother of the Three Realms and enjoy offerings. Her son could also be raised by her and successfully attain immortality and ascend to heaven.

They could avoid the toil of being reborn into the mortal world and struggling for daily meals, while enjoying the simple pleasures of life. If they could even manage to earn a reputation that would be passed down through generations for revising the heavenly laws, they would be truly blessed.

The mortals, unaware that by blindly guiding them to sing praises of love and overthrow the Heavenly Court, are actually severing their own and their descendants' path to cultivation and ascension to immortality!

The celestial dog tilted its head, twitched its ears, and figured out the intricacies of the situation. It rubbed its face with its paws, even more troubled, "What am I going to do? Woof woof..."

Erlang Shen had made up his mind, so he leaned down and whispered a few words in its ear.

A moment later, the Celestial Hound straightened up. "Rest assured, Divine Lord, I, the Celestial Hound, will never tarnish your reputation!"

"Meow meow meow? You're sending a dog to find out who the Third Holy Mother sent a message to?" The fluffy little thing, who was peeking out to listen to the whispers, looked completely bewildered. "Then what are you going to do? Who should I follow? Meow~ Host, my CPU is about to overload..."

Before it could finish complaining, the little white cat suddenly remembered something and became excited, "That's right, I also have a tail ball clone!"

Two seconds later, the tail ball clone chirped and bounced around on Erlang Shen's shoulder;

The little white cat perched on the head of the Howling Celestial Dog and disappeared like a gust of wind from the Guanjiang Estuary Temple.

"Wow, this is getting way off track." Jiang Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips when he received the latest note. The little white cat had followed the magpie spirit, then followed the Third Holy Mother, and then followed Erlang Shen to Guanjiang Estuary. Now, it was finally chasing the dog all the way to the Heavenly Palace.

Enjoying the scenery and eating melons, what a wonderful life!

In contrast, the protagonist Mu Jiuxiu's life is utterly boring.

"Damn it, no wonder people in ancient times said this was slow and that was slow. Traveling by foot is not only incredibly slow, but also incredibly tiring!" Mu Jiuxiu complained as he walked along the mountain road under the scorching sun, carrying a piece of cloth.

He had lost count of how many times he had regretted it terribly. How could he only think of the Cowherd winning by lying down and waiting for the Weaver Girl to pay him off when making up a romantic love story, without ever considering the reality?

The woven cloth needs to be sold, right?

These days, there are no merchants who come to pick up goods; you have to go to the town to sell them yourself!

The old ox had to keep an eye on the Weaver Girl to prevent her from running away and couldn't ride her; the Cowherd was so poor that he couldn't even afford to ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair. Sure enough, in the future, we must never just look at the surface and must consider whether there are any logical loopholes when entering a story.

The celestial Weaver Girl also despised the poor and looked down on the Cowherd, who was of poor condition.

The old ox wasn't just trying to play matchmaker; it had its own plans to use the cowherd as a tool.

"Next time, I must think carefully before entering a story. I absolutely cannot dig a hole for myself!" Mu Jiuxiu wiped his sweat, looked at the bustling town not far away, and felt a renewed hope in his heart. He felt less tired after walking so many mountain roads.

Once the cloth is sold, there will be money to spend!

He wanted to buy some nice clothes and some good food. He hadn't eaten anything decent since he'd been here for a day and a night. Just thinking about the braised beef and roast chicken in period dramas made his mouth water.

"Green vegetables, freshly picked green vegetables!"

"Freshly cooked, piping hot wontons!"

"Don't miss out! Antiques and calligraphy are being sold off at a loss!"

"Tea! Let's rest and have a bowl of tea..."

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Upon entering the bustling town, you are greeted by the lively shouts of vendors lining both sides of the street.

Mu Jiuxiu was dazzled by the sights, his nostrils filled with the aromas of various dishes. His stomach, which had only eaten some wild fruits that morning, was growling even louder.

Upon arriving, he was unable to retrieve any information from the cowherd's memory about where to sell the cloth.

After all, the other party was a bachelor who didn't know how to weave cloth, so where would he get the experience to sell cloth?

After walking half a street without finding a place to sell the fabric, Mu Jiuxiu instead smelled a strong scent of rouge, which was hard to describe. It was more like the fragrance of various flowers than perfume, strong yet with a hint of ambiguity, and faintly tinged with a light pink.

He followed the scent of rouge and saw a brothel in the distance.

The place was decorated in a magnificent manner, with horses tied up and carriages parked in front of the door, and people coming and going in a lively atmosphere. On the brothel, girls dressed in bright colors with their snow-white arms exposed waved colorful silk handkerchiefs in their hands, laughing and joking as they greeted the guests.

"Grandpa, come and have some fun!"

"That young man made me blush..."

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The sight of the women laughing and chatting instantly stunned Mu Jiuxiu, who had never experienced anything like it before. He had only ever seen this scene on screen, but he never expected it to be so impactful in real life!

"Holy crap! The girls are all so beautiful!" Unlike the eerie and ghostly women in some old photos, the brothel was a vibrant and sensual scene!

Mu Jiuxiu could no longer walk.

Looking back on the past twenty years, I realize I haven't even been able to hold a girl's hand.

After finally getting lucky and transmigrating, he inherited a shop with a cheat code and had a puppet maid. However, they hadn't spent enough time together to develop a relationship in bed.