Category: The Number One Good-for-Nothing in the Celestial Realm

Chapter 7

The scorching flames seared his flesh, while the waters of the West Sea were suppressed. Ao Chaofeng, enduring excruciating pain, transformed into his dragon form, trying to escape the inferno. He desperately channeled his celestial energy, blasting through the smoke and clouds. Just as he thought he was about to break free, a crimson streak of light shot towards him from the side, slashing across his body.

He let out a piercing scream, his celestial energy dispersing as he plummeted towards the sea. A thunderous boom echoed as the boiling waves surged upwards. He hit the water, but instead of diving into the depths, he landed on the surface with a sickening thud, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Feng Chiyue, who stood calmly, stroking her sword.

“I am the West Sea Dragon Prince! You dare to treat me like this? The West Sea will not let you get away with it!” he roared furiously.

Feng Chiyue ignored his empty threats. She sauntered over to the massive black dragon, casually picked off a scale with her sword, and then surveyed him, pondering how to extract his tendons.

Ao Chaofeng had never suffered such humiliation. His furious roars were met with indifference. Seeing Feng Chiyue’s smile, he switched tactics, pleading for mercy. He had only borrowed a few materials and would return them in a few days. Was it worth suffering such agony? Was it worth offending the entire West Sea? He tried to reason with her, but all he received in return was a blood-chilling smile. The good-for-nothing of the Celestial Realm? No, she was a complete lunatic!

With his cultivation level, Ao Chaofeng wouldn’t die easily. But he was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy. A wave of terror washed over him as he felt the scorching tip of her sword pressing against his flesh, slicing through muscle and bone with a sickening sound. Agony shot through his body as the sword probed, searching for his tendons. If she extracted his tendons, his cultivation would plummet. He…

Just as his fear reached its peak, Feng Chiyue stopped. The excitement in her eyes faded, replaced by a faint smile. She stood in the sea of fire and blood, her red robes billowing around her, a terrifying yet alluring figure.

“Master, please spare him,” a gentle voice pleaded. A young woman in white robes, her beauty rivaling the frost and snow, emerged from the waves. Her long hair was tied with white ribbons that fluttered in the sea breeze, giving her an ethereal appearance.

Feng Chiyue raised an eyebrow and smiled. “He took what belonged to me. He should pay with his scales and tendons, shouldn’t he?”

The woman glanced at Ao Chaofeng in surprise, disbelief flickering in her eyes. She couldn’t believe he would do such a thing. Seeing her, Ao Chaofeng felt a surge of relief, followed by shame and embarrassment. “I—” he started to explain, but a sharp blow to his head silenced him. It felt like a mountain crashing down on him, leaving him breathless.

Feng Chiyue warned coldly, “Be quiet.”

Tears welled up in Ao Chaofeng’s eyes as he looked pleadingly at the woman, but she ignored him. She took out a Qiankun bag from her sleeve and tossed it to Feng Chiyue. “There are enough dragon scales and tendons inside, along with other materials and Cinnabar Jade. Will this be enough to spare him?”

“Yes.” Feng Chiyue considered herself a reasonable and accommodating person. Her goal in coming to the West Sea was to retrieve the materials needed to repair “Understanding Words.”(magical artifact) Now that she had them, what use did she have for this useless dragon? With a thought, she extinguished the flames, and the raging waves subsided, leaving the sea calm and tranquil. Freed from his restraints, Ao Chaofeng flicked his tail and dived into the depths.

Despite intervening on Ao Chaofeng’s behalf, the woman had barely glanced at him since her arrival. She hadn’t even noticed his departure. Her gaze remained fixed on Feng Chiyue, a friendly smile on her face. “My surname is Ying, and my name is Cunxin. I hail from the East Sea.”

Feng Chiyue, lost in her own thoughts, barely registered her words. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled absently. Ming Jiansu was gone, Zhu Wan hadn’t mastered the necessary skills to repair “Understanding Words,” and neither could she. Where could she find someone who could fix it? The Longding Palace? But they might not be willing. What should she do? Kidnap someone? A new problem arose, and Feng Chiyue’s brow furrowed again.

When Ming Jiansu was around, she never had to worry about such things. Why had Ming Jiansu disappeared on the battlefield? Was it the work of the Demons? Unlikely. Perhaps it was just an excuse to fake her death. If so, they deserved to die too. Should she take some time to eliminate them?

Ying Cunxin observed Feng Chiyue, noticing the shifting emotions on her face, the aura of dejection and barely suppressed killing intent. She raised an eyebrow. She had heard of Feng Chiyue, but only in passing while inquiring about the Dong’e Mountain Lord. She admired strength and had no interest in good-for-nothings. But now, the good-for-nothing wasn’t so useless after all. It was Ao Chaofeng, who had boasted of his power, who had proven to be utterly incompetent. It seemed the marriage alliance between the West Sea and the East Sea was off the table.

A jumble of thoughts swirled in Feng Chiyue’s mind, giving her a headache. She focused on the most pressing matter: repairing “Understanding Words.” Without sparing Ying Cunxin a glance, she grabbed the Qiankun bag, leaped onto her golden chariot, and prepared to leave. But just then, the calm sea erupted once more. Hundreds of aquatic soldiers and generals, armed with swords and spears, emerged from the depths, led by Ao Chaofeng, who, still smarting from his humiliation, sought to regain face in front of Ying Cunxin.

Feng Chiyue looked down at the aquatic army, confusion and surprise flashing in her eyes. Hadn’t she let that loach go? Why was he back?

“Cunxin, come over here,” Ao Chaofeng said, his face dark, his eyes glinting with malice.

Ying Cunxin: “…”

At the Qingjun Palace in the Celestial Court:

Chu Yi had been closely monitoring Dong’e Mountain. When she heard that Feng Chiyue had left, she sneered inwardly, anticipating a good show. As expected, Feng Chiyue had encountered a setback at the Longding Palace, failing to obtain any materials. However, unlike yesterday, the Immortal Lord of the Longding Palace still cared about his reputation and hadn’t stooped to the Jingde Immortal Lord’s level.

She had assumed that after this setback, Feng Chiyue would obediently return to Dong’e Mountain and wait for the Phoenixes to intervene. But to her surprise, Feng Chiyue had gone straight to the West Sea, seemingly intending to confront Ao Chaofeng. But what was her cultivation level? And what about Ao Chaofeng’s? How could she possibly stand against the West Sea? Making a fool of herself was one thing, but she couldn’t afford to lose her life in the West Sea.

After a moment’s thought, Chu Yi transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the West Sea.

But when she arrived, the scene she had envisioned was nowhere to be found. Feng Chiyue stood calmly in her golden chariot, the jade pendants on her belt and the bells on the chariot chiming in the strong wind. The West Sea was in turmoil, shrimp soldiers and crab generals floating belly-up on the surface.

Ao Chaofeng, the West Sea Dragon Prince, lay wounded, his dragon horns broken, his scales scattered, blood oozing from his wounds. Ying Cunxin, the East Sea Dragon Princess, stood on a black reef, a swirling vortex beside her. Her robes fluttered in the wind, her beauty ethereal. If not for the hint of amusement on her lips, she would have resembled a true immortal, detached from the world.

Chu Yi: “…”

It couldn’t be the West Sea cultivators attacking their own prince. The flames floating on the water like lotuses were clearly Phoenix Fire. She recalled her reaction when she heard about Feng Chiyue destroying the Supreme Palace’s alchemy furnace yesterday… It seemed the joke was on her. But Feng Chiyue hadn’t even been qualified to be a Celestial Soldier back then. Had Ming Jiansu trained her in the past few hundred years? What methods had Ming Jiansu used to make the spoiled and indulgent Feng Chiyue learn magic? The thought filled her with a grudging respect.

“Welcome, Heavenly Empress,” Ao Chaofeng said coldly, his voice filled with hatred. He turned to Chu Yi. “Feng Chiyue has humiliated the West Sea. What does the Celestial Court have to say about this?”

Chu Yi looked at Feng Chiyue. No wonder she had continued her reckless behavior after Ming Jiansu’s death, acting without restraint. It seemed she had the power to back it up. A spark of anger ignited in her eyes. “Master Feng, do you have anything to say?”

Feng Chiyue replied with a puzzled expression, “Didn’t he invite me to this seafood feast himself?”

“Seafood?” Ao Chaofeng choked, spitting out a mouthful of blood. How shameless could she be?

Feng Chiyue continued, “I appreciate the Dragon Prince’s kind intentions, but I’m not fond of seafood, especially not the stupid kind.” She didn’t want to waste any more time on him. It had been a while since she had heard Ming Jiansu’s voice. Without acknowledging Chu Yi, she urged her golden chariot forward, heading towards Mount Kunlun.

Ao Chaofeng couldn’t bear to watch her leave. He lunged after her, but Chu Yi intercepted him. “I heard you took materials belonging to Dong’e Mountain from the Longding Palace?” she said with a smile. “It’s only natural for Master Feng to come and demand their return. Even if this matter were brought before the Celestial Court, few Immortal Lords would side with the West Sea.”

Ao Chaofeng’s face darkened. “So this is just going to be swept under the rug? I only borrowed a few materials! I’ll return them! She’s so unreasonable! I can’t let this go!”

Chu Yi sighed dramatically. “The Dong’e Mountain Lord’s body is still cold. The other Immortal Lords are sympathetic towards Master Feng. My father has also mentioned treating the Dong’e Mountain Lord’s relatives with kindness.”

Ao Chaofeng stared at her intently. Did she think he was stupid? The first person to cause trouble at Dong’e Mountain after the Dong’e Mountain Lord’s death was the Heavenly Empress herself! Was she hinting that he should wait for a better opportunity? The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He swallowed the blood rising in his throat and gritted his teeth. “I’ll give the Heavenly Empress face.”

Chu Yi smiled. “Thank you for your understanding.” With the matter temporarily settled, she had no desire to linger. She hurried towards Dong’e Mountain, eager to uncover the truth. What was going on with Feng Chiyue? Was it her own power? Or a protective measure left behind by Ming Jiansu? Or perhaps the Phoenixes were secretly helping her?

The fierce battle had caused a great commotion, but its ending was surprisingly anticlimactic. Ao Chaofeng, never expecting such a disastrous outcome, suppressed his anger and turned to Ying Cunxin, who stood nearby. He softened his tone. “Cunxin…”

Ying Cunxin replied indifferently, “I’m returning to the East Sea.”

Ao Chaofeng’s expression changed! She had come to the West Sea to spend time with him and discuss their marriage, but now she was leaving before they had even begun. Did this mean the marriage was off? He said urgently, “Is it because of those materials? I didn’t take them intentionally!”

Ying Cunxin shook her head, looking at his bruised and battered face. He had lost his last redeeming quality.

Ao Chaofeng squirmed under her gaze. He knew he looked terrible, but no matter how he channeled his celestial energy, he couldn’t heal the wounds inflicted by Feng Chiyue. But Cunxin wasn’t someone who judged by appearances. He couldn’t understand her sudden change of heart. Just as he was about to ask, she spoke.

“I was naive before,” she said sincerely. “You are indeed strong among the current generation of the Four Seas Dragon Clans. But compared to the female Celestials of the Celestial Court, you are nothing. Even Feng Chiyue, who is known as a good-for-nothing, could defeat you. What chance do you have against the Heavenly Empress?”

Ao Chaofeng gaped at her, bewildered. How had the topic shifted to the Heavenly Empress? After a moment, he sputtered, “Those are just rumors!”

Ying Cunxin smiled faintly. “But you lost.” She didn’t care about the lineage of her future partner, but he had to be strong. Her critical gaze swept over him once more. “Go back. Don’t delude yourself.”

Ao Chaofeng was devastated. “This isn’t just about our marriage. It concerns the alliance between the Four Seas.”

Ying Cunxin gave him a fake smile. “Whoever proposed this alliance, you can marry them.”

Chapter 6

Zhu Wan couldn’t fathom how her master had managed to refine such a “useless object.”

All she knew was that when she channeled her celestial energy into the black box, it would play her master’s voice, mostly reciting love poems that made her skin crawl. Feng Chiyue treasured the black box and never allowed anyone to touch it. Now, with her master gone, even the black box was breaking… It was truly a tragic situation.

“It’s been a long time since Dong’e Mountain has collected any refining materials from the Longding Palace, hasn’t it?” Feng Chiyue’s voice rang out.

Zhu Wan’s eyes widened, sensing trouble brewing. As expected, Feng Chiyue continued, “I need Dragon Star Sand, Star-Patterned Meteorite Iron, Yu Wood, and Dragon Tendon Glue.”

Zhu Wan asked cautiously, “…From the Longding Palace?”

Feng Chiyue countered, “Is there anywhere else that provides them?”

Zhu Wan sighed heavily. The Immortal Lord of the Longding Palace was a fellow disciple of the Jingde Immortal Lord. After offending the Supreme Palace just today, she doubted they could obtain these precious materials from the Longding Palace. But she couldn’t contradict Feng Chiyue, so she simply replied, “Yes,” while secretly wondering if there was anything usable among the gifts from Phoenix Mountain.

Feng Chiyue had informed Zhu Wan of her needs but had no intention of letting her handle it. After fiddling with the black box for a while, seeing that it remained silent, Feng Chiyue grew frustrated. She tossed it aside and lay down on the couch, sulking.

Ming Jiansu had disappeared, and the things she left behind were breaking down. The Celestials were all turning their backs on her, as if the whole world was against her. It was utterly unbearable. Who did they think she was? Was she destined to suffer? Why did everything seem to be going wrong? She couldn’t suppress her anger any longer.

Zhu Wan had already retreated. The hall was silent. A dark aura emanated from Feng Chiyue, as if countless shadows were clinging to her Phoenix Dharma Body, slowly devouring her celestial energy, trying to drag her into an abyss of despair. She felt a deep unease, and in her sleep, an indescribable sensation tormented her, jolting her awake. She instinctively reached out to embrace Ming Jiansu, but her hand grasped only emptiness. “Elder Sister?” she mumbled, her eyes flashing crimson as she opened them, a sinister aura surrounding her.

The next day:

Feng Chiyue didn’t wake up until noon.

Seeing her emerge from her chambers, Zhu Wan didn’t mention the refining materials. When Feng Chiyue didn’t ask either, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had decided to search for the materials elsewhere instead of requesting them from the Longding Palace. Once she had gathered everything, she would present them to Feng Chiyue.

But Feng Chiyue had other plans. When she woke up, she checked the Chaos Mirror. Last night, she had directly contacted the Longding Palace, demanding that they deliver the materials to Dong’e Mountain the next day. However, her message had been rejected. It seemed she would have to make a trip herself. She was reluctant to leave, but the thought of the silent black box intensified her anxiety. She couldn’t endure the night without it.

Unlike the Daoist boy at the Supreme Palace, the boy at the Longding Palace didn’t sneer at her when he learned of her identity. Instead, he greeted her warmly and inquired about the materials she needed. Feng Chiyue didn’t bother bringing up the rejected message. She simply listed the names of the materials.

The boy’s smile faded, replaced by a troubled expression. “Master, unfortunately, those materials have already been taken by someone from the West Sea.”

It took Feng Chiyue a moment to process his words. “You mean they’re gone?” she asked, staring at the boy. The West Sea? Which loach had taken what belonged to Dong’e Mountain?

The boy flinched at her fierce gaze. He had been polite at first, but now he felt like he was facing a predator, fear gripping his heart. He trembled slightly and whispered, “The West Sea Dragon Prince. He wanted those materials. We couldn’t stop him.” Fearing that she wouldn’t believe him, he hurriedly took out the registration book from his pocket and showed it to her. When she remained silent, he added with a nervous laugh, “Master Feng, perhaps you could wait a few days?”

“You want me to wait?” Feng Chiyue shifted her gaze, a strange expression crossing her face. She chuckled and said, “I can’t wait.”

Before the boy could say another word, Feng Chiyue turned and left, the clear chiming of her bells echoing through the hall. He scratched his head, sighing in relief. Sending her away felt like a great accomplishment. He turned to attend to his duties, but just then, a fellow disciple entered. He whispered, “Senior Sister, about what happened at the Supreme Palace yesterday… I think the Immortal Lord might have been telling the truth.”

The disciple looked at him with pity. “Have you been working too hard? Should I ask the Immortal Lord to give you a few days off?”

The boy’s face fell. “We don’t get vacations.”

After leaving the Longding Palace, Feng Chiyue headed straight for the West Sea in her golden chariot.

In the Celestial Realm, besides the Celestial Court, there were other powerful forces, such as the Four Seas Dragon Clans, the Merfolk, and the Qingqiu Foxes. They were nominally under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Court, but it was debatable how much control the Heavenly Emperor actually had over them. It was highly likely that the Longding Palace had given the West Sea Dragon Prince special treatment, allowing him to take materials that didn’t belong to him. The Immortal Lord of the Longding Palace might even be trying to avenge his fellow disciple, the Jingde Immortal Lord, by deliberately obstructing her. But did they think they could manipulate her? How naive!

As the golden chariot left Mount Kunlun, it streaked across the sky like a ball of fire, its brilliance illuminating the heavens. The primal energy of the world surged, distorting space, sending ripples in all directions, creating a powerful spiritual tide that pressed down on the sea, whipping up waves hundreds of feet high. As the waves crashed down, the reefs scattered across the sea were smashed to pieces, then swept up and tossed around by the churning white water.

The Four Seas had enjoyed peace for a thousand years. They had never witnessed such a spectacle. The West Sea soldiers and generals on duty immediately dived into the Dragon Palace to report the news. Soon, a thunderous roar echoed from all directions, as if a thousand thunderbolts were striking at once. The already turbulent sea grew even more ferocious, rising like an enraged dragon, almost touching the clouds. Atop the towering waves, a man in black robes, with sharp brows and starry eyes, stood wielding a long halberd.

This was the West Sea Dragon Prince, Ao Chaofeng. He stared at Feng Chiyue, who stood calmly in her golden chariot, her hands clasped behind her back. His brow furrowed, and he demanded in a cold voice, “What brings you to my West Sea?”

Feng Chiyue, consumed by anger, glanced at him indifferently and asked, “The West Sea took what belonged to my Dong’e Mountain. Don’t you owe me an explanation?”

Ao Chaofeng was taken aback for a moment before realizing who she was. The Dong’e Mountain Lord was dead, her disciples scattered. This woman, claiming to be from Dong’e Mountain, must be the legendary most beautiful woman in the Celestial Realm. Beautiful, yes, but nothing more than a pretty face. Ao Chaofeng scoffed inwardly. He knew he was in the wrong, so he cupped his hands towards Feng Chiyue and said with a forced smile, “I needed those materials urgently, and they have already been used. How about this? The West Sea will compensate you with Cinnabar Jade. What do you think, Master Feng?”

Feng Chiyue replied coldly, “I don’t think much of it.”

Ao Chaofeng felt a surge of anger, but he managed to control his temper. He had an important guest in the West Sea and couldn’t afford any disturbances. “What do you want then, Master Feng? Speak your mind.”

Feng Chiyue raised an eyebrow and said calmly, “Dragon Star Sand, Star-Patterned Meteorite Iron, Yu Wood, and Dragon Tendon Glue.”

Ao Chaofeng: “…” He had gone to the Longding Palace precisely because the West Sea didn’t have those materials. They were already gone. Where was he supposed to get them now? Was Feng Chiyue deliberately picking a fight? He gritted his teeth, finding her utterly unreasonable. His expression hardened. “They have been used up. Perhaps you could choose something else, Master Feng.”

Feng Chiyue laughed, her eyes mocking. “Then I’ll take your dragon scales and tendons.”

Ao Chaofeng’s fury exploded. He had merely been careless for a moment. Did she have to push him so far? He snarled, “The Dong’e Mountain Lord is dead. I advise you to watch your words. The fact that I could take those materials from the Longding Palace means they didn’t belong to you in the first place. Even if I refuse to compensate you, what can you do about it?”

Feng Chiyue scoffed. If those materials had belonged to Chang Li or Ming Yuheng, would Ao Chaofeng have dared to take them without permission? How ridiculous! She was the one who had been wronged, yet she was expected to be understanding? Who made these rules? She didn’t like them, and she would break them today!

Ao Chaofeng, tired of dealing with her, turned to leave, assuming that the “useless” Feng Chiyue couldn’t pose any real threat. But as he moved, a cold voice pierced through the air.

“Who said you could leave?”

Ao Chaofeng’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a wave of scorching flames engulf him, threatening to boil the entire West Sea. A sense of danger washed over him. He swung his halberd, summoning a torrent of water. He dodged the flames with nimble steps, but as he looked up, he saw fiery rain falling from the sky, landing on the sea like crimson lotuses, spreading rapidly. Trapped in a sea of fire, his control over water weakened drastically.

“Phoenix Fire,” he murmured. He had sparred with Phoenix cultivators before, but none of their Phoenix Fire had been able to suppress his powers, especially not on the West Sea. He looked up at Feng Chiyue, who stood amidst the flames in her red robes. Rumors were often exaggerated, but this… This was beyond exaggeration!

Feng Chiyue asked nonchalantly, “When will I get my dragon scales and tendons?”

Ao Chaofeng weighed his options. “Give me two days. I’ll deliver the materials you need.”

The sea wind howled, the flames danced, like a blazing sun sinking into the West Sea.

It wouldn’t be long before the other West Sea cultivators were alerted. Would Ao Chaofeng be able to keep his promise?

Even Ming Jiansu had lied to her. What hope was there for others?

Dragon scales could replace Dragon Star Sand and Star-Patterned Meteorite Iron. Dragon tendons could be boiled into glue. As for Yu Wood, she could simply pluck a feather from Feng Yao. Feng Chiyue quickly formulated a plan. She took a step forward, her red dress swaying, the jade pendants on her belt chiming. A torrent of scorching flames rained down on Ao Chaofeng, and a deafening dragon roar shook the heavens. A black dragon, several zhang long, soared into the sky!

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T/N: 1 Zhang ≈ 3.2 – 3.3 meters aprox

Chapter 5

What kind of person was Feng Chiyue? After spending over three hundred years together, how could she not know? Initially, she had kept Feng Chiyue by her side, thinking that it wouldn’t hurt for her to be idle and carefree.

However, all the comfortable positions in the Celestial Court were already filled. The only remaining tasks were menial chores, and she couldn’t bear to see Feng Chiyue subjected to such drudgery. So, she had considered bringing her into the army. After all, she was a Celestial Immortal, a true Phoenix, and had grown up wild in the Abyss of the Milky Way. Surely, she could pass the Celestial Soldier assessment with her eyes closed, right? But to her surprise, while she had been resting with her eyes closed, Feng Chiyue had been “invited” out by a Celestial official.

The official’s face had been grim as he declared, “What Phoenix? I could train a goose from the mortal realm to be stronger than her in a few months!” From that day forward, nicknames like “Worse than a goose” and “Good-for-Nothing Beauty” had spread throughout the Celestial Court, completely shattering any chance of Feng Chiyue rising through the ranks of the Celestial Soldiers.

How could such a Celestial Immortal exist? At first, Ming Jiansu had suspected that Feng Chiyue was putting on an act. After all, when she had first ascended to the Celestial Realm, young and naive, she had been tricked into signing a two-hundred-year contract and had considered playing dead.

She had cultivated diligently in the mortal realm, aspiring to become superior, not an underling among Celestials. If she had known how dreadful the Celestial Court was, she wouldn’t have ascended at all. No, she had already endured countless troubles in the mortal realm.

She should have become a carefree wandering Immortal, even if it meant a life of solitude, poverty, and hardship. Unlike now, where she was neither rich nor free from suffering.

Fueled by suspicion, she had decided to test Feng Chiyue. After several attempts, she became convinced that Feng Chiyue was not pretending. The final test involved staging a break-in at a dilapidated courtyard and attacking Feng Chiyue relentlessly. In the face of death, even the most skilled deceiver would reveal their true colors. But to her surprise, Feng Chiyue had remained nonchalant throughout the ordeal.

Unable to stop herself in time, she had severely injured Feng Chiyue, and it had taken almost all her savings to nurse her back to health. Yet, after learning the truth, Feng Chiyue hadn’t uttered a single word of blame. She had continued to cling to her as if nothing had happened. But the more forgiving Feng Chiyue was, the guiltier she felt. In the end, she had become completely wrapped around Feng Chiyue’s little finger.

Convinced of Feng Chiyue’s weakness, she had scoured countless Daoist texts, even risking the wrath of the Phoenixes, to find cultivation techniques suitable for her.

Although Feng Chiyue’s enthusiasm for cultivation was sporadic at best, she had managed to learn a few divine abilities. At the very least, she wouldn’t be ridiculed if she participated in the Celestial Soldier selection now. But even so, how could she possibly destroy the Supreme Palace’s alchemy furnace? Between refining elixirs herself and attacking the Supreme Palace, wouldn’t the former be the more logical choice?

Who had spread such baseless rumors, slandering Feng Chiyue? The Jingde Immortal Lord was thousands of years old. How could he resort to such petty lies? How dare they bully Feng Chiyue, her junior sister? Anger surged within her.

For a moment, Ming Jiansu wanted to abandon the Asura City and return to the Celestial Realm immediately! But then she thought of the hardships and injustices she had endured, of Feng Chiyue’s heartless nature, and she forced herself to calm down.

Ming Yuheng was there. She would help smooth things over. It was just the Supreme Palace spreading rumors about her junior sister. It wasn’t worth her concern. She couldn’t forget the vow she had made before ascending. She had ascended to enjoy a life of bliss. After three hundred years, she had finally made up her mind. How could she let a petty, ungrateful brat ruin everything?

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Back in the Supreme Palace:

The Jingde Immortal Lord was fuming. The destroyed hall had been restored to its former glory with his celestial energy, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn’t swallow his pride. He had been born a Celestial, and after surpassing all his fellow disciples five hundred years ago, he had become the head of the Supreme Palace. Who dared to show him anything but a smiling face? Who dared to address him without respect? Who dared to cause trouble in the Supreme Palace?

Feng Chiyue! That damned Feng Chiyue! Hatred burned in his heart, his nails digging into his palms. He stood up abruptly, summoned his celestial chariot, and headed straight for the Purple Extremity Palace at the heart of the Celestial Court, where the Heavenly Empress, Chu Yi, resided.

Chu Yi had already received news of the incident at the Supreme Palace. Her beautiful eyes held a hint of skepticism. Feng Chiyue, with her lazy disposition, had destroyed the Supreme Palace’s alchemy furnace? It sounded more like a fabrication by the Supreme Palace.

“Your Highness, the Jingde Immortal Lord is here,” a maid announced softly.

Chu Yi picked up her jade ruler and parted the beaded curtain. As the beads clattered softly, she said nonchalantly, “Tell him I’m in seclusion.”

The maid hesitated for a moment before adding, “The Supreme Palace has stopped providing elixirs to Dong’e Mountain. They’re doing it for you.”

Chu Yi’s gaze turned cold. “Do I need them to fight my battles for me? That’s all the more reason not to see him.” If she sided with the Jingde Immortal Lord, wouldn’t that confirm the rumors of her mistreating Feng Chiyue? What would the other Celestial officials and wandering Immortals think of her, the Heavenly Empress? She might have her differences with Feng Chiyue, but she would never resort to such underhanded tactics. Whether it was an argument or a duel, she preferred to confront her opponents directly.

Rejected at the door, the Jingde Immortal Lord’s anger intensified. His gaze swept across the grand palace, and on impulse, he turned towards the Purple Extremity Hall, where the Heavenly Emperor resided, to lodge a complaint.

Melodious music filled the air as Tian Yuan enjoyed a performance with his officials. When he heard that the Jingde Immortal Lord had something to report, his brow furrowed. He dismissed the musicians and dancers with a wave of his hand, straightened his robes and jade crown, and finally allowed the Jingde Immortal Lord to enter.

Lost in his world of music and entertainment, the Heavenly Emperor had no idea about the commotion at the Supreme Palace. Listening to the Jingde Immortal Lord’s aggrieved tone, he thought he had misheard.

Before he could inquire further, someone exclaimed, “Who is the Jingde Immortal Lord talking about? The Dong’e Mountain Lord’s junior sister? That good-for-nothing little Phoenix who was kicked out of her own clan?” A wave of laughter followed.

Before the Jingde Immortal Lord could respond, another voice drawled, “Has the Jingde Immortal Lord been drinking? What nonsense is this? If you said the Dong’e Mountain Lord herself had destroyed the Supreme Palace, we might believe you. But that one… Hahahaha.”

“I heard the Supreme Palace stopped providing elixirs to Dong’e Mountain for no reason. Are they trying to find a justifiable excuse now to save face?” A cool, amused voice rang out. The Jingde Immortal Lord looked up and saw the Lord of the North Star(Bei Chen Zhu) Ming Yuheng, holding a wine cup, a smirk playing on his lips. Ming Yuheng and Ming Jiansu had both ascended from the mortal realm and were close friends. It was only natural for him to speak up for Feng Chiyue.

Ignoring Ming Yuheng, the Jingde Immortal Lord bowed deeply to the Heavenly Emperor. “Your Majesty, I beg you to see through her deception!”

Tian Yuan stroked his wine cup and coughed lightly. “The Dong’e Mountain Lord was a hero of the Celestial Realm. Your actions, Jingde, are disheartening.”

The Jingde Immortal Lord: “…” He had been taught a lesson by Feng Chiyue, his body still aching despite consuming healing elixirs. Yet, no one believed his accusations!

He sensed something strange in the gazes of the other Celestial officials, a hint of mockery, as if they were enjoying his humiliation. How had he fallen so low? His hands clenched into fists inside his sleeves. He looked up at the Heavenly Emperor, his voice sharp. “Your Majesty, do you not believe me?”

Tian Yuan averted his gaze.

Ming Yuheng chuckled softly. “Has the Jingde Immortal Lord taken leave of his senses?”

Just as the Jingde Immortal Lord was about to retort, a deep voice boomed through the hall.

“Jingde.”

The Jingde Immortal Lord froze. He slowly raised his head and saw his master, the Si Lu Star Lord, emerging from the swirling clouds. His master’s expression was grave, his eyes filled with disappointment. If he continued, he would only bring shame upon his master. Despite his resentment, the Jingde Immortal Lord could only bite his lip and force himself to back down.

—

Meanwhile

Zhu Wan, who had been anxiously awaiting her fate, finally received news from a friendly Celestial official. The official recounted the Jingde Immortal Lord’s humiliation in vivid detail. Listening to the story,

Zhu Wan couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t a big deal. The Jingde Immortal Lord acting like a dog to receive elixirs—that would have been truly embarrassing. In the entire Celestial Realm, only the Jingde Immortal Lord would receive such “treatment.”

“Tell me honestly, did Master Feng really beat up the Jingde Immortal Lord?” the official asked curiously.

Zhu Wan replied righteously, “How could that be? You know what Master Feng is like: delicate, frail, weak…”

“Stop!” The official cut her off, glancing at her. “I believe you. But your description is a bit much. Do you think I’ve never seen Master Feng?” With her bright eyes, white teeth, and radiant beauty, how could she possibly resemble the sickly person Zhu Wan described?

Zhu Wan felt like she was floating on clouds. As soon as they returned to Dong’e Mountain, she rushed to share the good news with Feng Chiyue. She had witnessed Feng Chiyue’s display of power and had been worried. It hadn’t occurred to her that Feng Chiyue’s reputation as a “good-for-nothing” would work in their favor. Even if the Jingde Immortal Lord filed a complaint, no one would believe him! What a turn of events! They no longer had to face the cold scrutiny of the Celestial Pivot Department. However, they still had to be wary of the Heavenly Prosperity Department.

“Master, did you hear?” Zhu Wan exclaimed, her face beaming with excitement. But after her animated retelling, the person she was addressing didn’t even spare her a glance, too engrossed in fiddling with an ugly, square, black box. Zhu Wan recognized the box. It was a magical artifact her master had refined long ago, with an elegant name: “Understanding Words.” It was neither offensive nor defensive, merely a child’s toy.

Feng Chiyue, with her love for all things luxurious and extravagant, had always baffled Zhu Wan with her inexplicable attachment to this black box that no one would even bother picking up if they saw it on the street.

Finally, Feng Chiyue looked up at Zhu Wan, her brow furrowed, the usual smile absent from her face. Clutching the black box, she said with frustration, “It’s broken.”

Seeing the beauty’s troubled expression, Zhu Wan felt a pang of sympathy. But she quickly snapped out of it, exhaling deeply.

This was Feng Chiyue, after all. What was there to pity?

“Should I try to fix it?” Zhu Wan offered tentatively.

Feng Chiyue glanced at her, her eyes filled with disdain. “Do you even know how?”

Zhu Wan: “…” Right. She didn’t.

Chapter 4

The Jingde Immortal Lord couldn’t stand the sight of Feng Chiyue.

Logically, with Ming Jiansu gone, she should be lying low. Yet, here she was, strutting around and even causing trouble in the Supreme Palace.

Did she think she could simply refuse and be on her way? He wouldn’t allow it.

The Jingde Immortal Lord didn’t expect much from the Daoist boy. He made a hand seal and summoned two powerful guardians, commanding, “Seize her.”

Feng Chiyue watched the two golden-armored guardians with an amused smile. She kicked a shard of the alchemy furnace on the ground, and with a sharp clang, it shattered into countless fragments, transforming into streaks of light that shot towards the foreheads of the two guardians.

The guardians let out low growls as they raised their axes, but the light beams struck them before they could react, shattering them into dust.

The Jingde Immortal Lord’s expression darkened slightly. He looked at Feng Chiyue in surprise, realizing that she wasn’t completely powerless. Then again, she was a Phoenix. A thousand years ago, the Phoenixes were the most formidable force in the Celestial Realm. Under their leader, few dared to challenge them.

He let out a cold laugh, flicked his dust whisk, and unleashed a beam of profound light. He might not be a general of the martial department, but he had attained a certain level of power. It was more than enough to deal with a mere Feng Chiyue.

By the time Zhu Wan and Feng Yao arrived, the Supreme Palace was in ruins. A terrifying pressure emanated from within. Sensing trouble, they rushed inside. Feng Yao, fearing for Feng Chiyue’s safety, transformed into her true Phoenix form and soared over the protective formations, her magnificent tail feathers shimmering with five-colored light, trailing flames behind her. “Immortal Lord, please wait! Show mercy—” But the words died in her throat as she witnessed the scene unfolding before her.

The usually arrogant and haughty Jingde Immortal Lord was kneeling on the ground, his limbs splayed out, his phoenix crown lying discarded beside him. He cut a sorry figure.

As for Feng Chiyue, she was sitting gracefully on a throne of gold and jade, a jade tray in her hand. On the tray, several translucent spirit pills rolled around, emitting a pure and refreshing aura.

The sight shocked Feng Yao to her core. She almost thought she was still trapped in a bizarre dream, having never left Phoenix Mountain.

Zhu Wan, a step behind Feng Yao, was equally stunned. It took her a while to find her voice. “Master… Why are you humiliating the Immortal Lord?”

“Am I humiliating you?” Feng Chiyue asked with a faint smile, picking up a spirit pill and tossing it towards the Jingde Immortal Lord. The Jingde Immortal Lord, like a dog, raised his head and opened his mouth, swallowing the pill.

“No,” he mumbled.

Zhu Wan: “…” She looked at Feng Chiyue, who seemed completely unharmed. Instead of feeling relieved, a chill ran down her spine. Something felt terribly wrong, as if things were spiraling out of control.

The Jingde Immortal Lord still had his master and numerous fellow disciples. He was also known for his petty nature. Would he let this go unpunished? Master was gone.

Who would protect Feng Chiyue now? Phoenix Mountain? Zhu Wan glanced at Feng Yao, only to see the same coldness and apprehension reflected in her eyes. What kind of chaos had Master’s death unleashed?

“Why so serious? Don’t you like to smile?” Feng Chiyue asked lazily, raising an eyebrow.

Neither Zhu Wan nor Feng Yao responded. The Jingde Immortal Lord, still kneeling on the ground, trembled before bursting into a chilling laughter.

Feng Chiyue rolled her eyes. “How boring.” She tossed the jade tray aside, the round spirit pills scattering across the carpet. “We might not need them, but you… You can’t refuse to provide them. Understand?” she said to the Jingde Immortal Lord.

The Jingde Immortal Lord nodded vigorously, concealing the hatred burning in his eyes.

As Feng Chiyue rose to leave, Zhu Wan and Feng Yao followed silently.

“What if he reports this? The Celestial Pivot Department will come for us,” Zhu Wan said worriedly.

“It’ll be fine,” Feng Chiyue replied nonchalantly, fiddling with the bells on her waist. She rarely bothered to explain herself, but this time, she said, “He was the one who broke the rules, refusing to provide us with elixirs. The Heavenly Emperor is currently trying to recruit Human Immortals. He wouldn’t want rumors of mistreating the Dong’e Mountain Lord’s junior sister spreading around.”

But Zhu Wan found no comfort in her words. Even if the Heavenly Emperor and the Celestial Pivot Department didn’t care, the Jingde Immortal Lord’s allies could easily crush Dong’e Mountain. “Should we… Should we ask the North Star Lord for help?” Zhu Wan asked desperately, clutching at straws.

“Go ahead if you want. I’m not stopping you,” Feng Chiyue said indifferently.

Zhu Wan wanted to scream. Was she even considering her own well-being? She was doing this for Feng Chiyue! It was always the elders who protected the younger generation, yet here was Feng Chiyue, making her junior sister worry herself sick. She was truly ungrateful! Perhaps, apart from Master, no one else deserved to hear a single pleasant word from her.

“Let’s return to Phoenix Mountain,” Feng Yao said with a frown. Bringing Feng Chiyue back might cause some chaos, but it was better than leaving her exposed. They could avoid the wrath of the Heavenly Prosperity Department and find an opportunity to return later.

Feng Chiyue countered, “Can Phoenix Mountain be transformed into Dong’e Mountain? Can you move everything Elder Sister gave me there?”

Feng Yao: “…” That was absolutely impossible. Besides Ming Jiansu, who would go through such lengths for Feng Chiyue? Building pavilions, digging ponds, transplanting trees… demolishing and rebuilding at the slightest whim… Only someone like Ming Jiansu could tolerate Feng Chiyue’s constant whims.

Feng Yao tried again. “Then stay on the mountain for the next few days and activate the protective formations. I’ll contact some friends and find a way to smooth things over.”

Feng Chiyue nodded, her eyes revealing her lack of interest. Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Feng Yao felt a surge of anger. She gritted her teeth, but before she could speak, Feng Chiyue continued, “You’re not thinking of asking Chang Li for help, are you? You might as well ask Ming Yuheng directly.”

Chang Li was the title of the South Departure Lord. Her true form was a Vermilion Bird, and she was once a member of the Phoenix lineage. However, after the Celestial and Demon War, the Vermilion Birds, along with the golden pheasants and other races, had broken away from Phoenix Mountain.

In the eyes of the Phoenixes, they were all traitors. While the other Celestials rarely mentioned the events of over a thousand years ago, the Phoenixes had never forgotten. What was the “Fallen Phoenix Pact”? It was the Phoenix, their revered leader, who had fallen!

The pure were Celestials, the turbid were Demons. The two sides were separated by the River of Ages, each occupying half of the heavens.

In the Celestial Realm, the River of Ages was known as the “Heavenly River,” while in the Demon Realm, it was called the “Demon Abyss.” The current Heavenly Emperor, Tian Yuan, upon inheriting the throne, had sought to achieve unprecedented glory by conquering the Demon Abyss.

He had ignored all objections and launched an attack on the Demon Realm. The war had dragged on for fifty years with no end in sight. To Celestials, fifty years were but a blink of an eye, but Tian Yuan was a coward who cared deeply about his reputation. When the Demon Realm proposed a truce, he readily agreed.

A truce wouldn’t have been a big deal, but the Demon Lord, Ming Ji, had demanded their revered leader as a “prisoner” in exchange! Tian Yuan and many other Celestials who feared the Phoenix Lord had agreed to this outrageous demand! They could have refused, but traitors had emerged within Phoenix Mountain, and in the end, their forces were shattered, forcing the Phoenix Lord to descend into the Demon Abyss!

The peace enjoyed by the Celestial and Demon Realms was built upon the suffering of the Phoenix. It wasn’t until four hundred years into Tian Yuan’s reign that a lone wandering Immortal entered the Demon Abyss and returned with the head of the Demon Lord, Ming Ji! That Immortal had become famous throughout the Celestial Realm, known only as “Suxin.”

However, her glory was short-lived. Soon, rumors of her demise spread. The Phoenixes didn’t even have the chance to inquire about their leader’s whereabouts! For centuries, they had been searching for their Lord. But the Demon Realm remained silent, and the Celestial Court was even less helpful. Fearing that the Phoenix lineage would seek revenge, they had joined forces to suppress Phoenix Mountain for a thousand years! And among them, the Vermilion Birds and the golden pheasants had played a significant role. They were determined to be Tian Yuan’s loyal dogs.

Feng Yao’s face turned as cold as ice, her pride wounded. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave. She chanted “Revered Lord above” several times in her heart before suppressing her anger. Exhaling slowly, she asked, her voice laced with barely suppressed fury, “What exactly are you planning to do?”

Feng Chiyue smiled at Feng Yao, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She tossed a candied bean into her mouth and said after a moment, “I want them all dead. Is that alright with you?”

She would take what she wanted and destroy anything that displeased her. If they could be vicious, she could be even more so.

She had voiced this thought to Ming Jiansu several times, but Ming Jiansu had always disagreed. Perhaps out of consideration for her feelings, Ming Jiansu’s rejections had always been gentle. However, Feng Chiyue knew that deep down, Ming Jiansu must have cursed her. Despite her perpetually stoic and aloof demeanor, Ming Jiansu was actually quite dramatic.

—

Far away in the Asura City, Ming Jiansu sneezed.

She held a jar of wine in her hand. Compared to the fine wines of the Celestial Realm, the wine here had a wilder, more untamed flavor.

She had seen enough singing and dancing. It was time to return to her cave dwelling and cultivate.

But even after returning, she couldn’t resist pouring herself a cup of wine and taking out the Chaos Mirror to check the latest news from the Celestial Realm.

When she saw the headline “Feng Chiyue Kicks Over Alchemy Furnace,” she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had had too much to drink or if her cultivation had gone awry.

Wasn’t her junior sister skilled in alchemy? Why would she need to go to the Supreme Palace for elixirs?

Chapter 3

The Supreme Palace was an institution under the Heavenly Prosperity Department, responsible for managing the elixirs needed by the Celestial officials. The current head of the Supreme Palace, the Jingde Immortal Lord, was a disciple of the Heavenly Prosperity Star Lord.

He was skilled in alchemy, but perhaps due to spending too much time with alchemy furnaces and flames, his temper had become increasingly volatile. If he were in a bad mood one day and decided to withhold elixirs, no one would dare to question him. After all, offending him was akin to offending the entire Heavenly Prosperity Department.

Not only would it be difficult to obtain elixirs from the Supreme Palace in the future, but even Cinnabar Jade from the Heavenly Prosperity Palace, Daoist scriptures from the Wenqu Palace, and treasures from the Longding Palace would become inaccessible. These four palaces were the “four tyrants” under the Heavenly Prosperity Department, their fates intertwined.

With Master’s passing, Dong’e Mountain’s situation had plummeted. They already had countless enemies. If they were to offend the palaces under the Heavenly Prosperity Department as well, would they still have a place in the Celestial Realm? Would they have to become like those wandering Immortals, searching for secluded mountains and going into seclusion for thousands of years? Would they have to rely on themselves to travel vast distances for any necessities? Zhu Wan felt like a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean, her despair deepening with each passing moment. She had to stop Feng Chiyue before she could cause any more trouble. They no longer had an invincible Dong’e Mountain Lord to clean up their messes!

But just as Zhu Wan was about to leave, a guest arrived at Dong’e Mountain. It was none other than Feng Yao, a wandering Immortal from the Phoenix lineage who hadn’t set foot on Dong’e Mountain for a long time. Zhu Wan quickly composed herself, adopting the demeanor befitting a disciple of the Dong’e Mountain Lord. She bowed to the stunningly beautiful Immortal in the golden-red dress. “Greetings, Master.”

Feng Yao returned the gesture and handed Zhu Wan a Qiankun bag, her expression impassive. “This is a small token of goodwill from Phoenix Mountain.”

After learning of Ming Jiansu’s death, the Phoenixes had held a meeting, and everyone agreed that Feng Chiyue’s situation was precarious. Whether to let her stay on Dong’e Mountain or bring her back to Phoenix Mountain became a dilemma.

After several rounds of voting, the result was unsurprising: they didn’t want her back. However, the Phoenixes couldn’t bear to watch her suffer. After much deliberation, they decided to pool their resources to support Feng Chiyue, on the condition that she remained on Dong’e Mountain.

The Celestials of the Celestial Court were cold and ruthless, perfectly embodying the saying “when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.” After Master’s death, apart from Ming Yuheng, who had a close relationship with her, no one else had offered any condolences. Instead, they were busy distancing themselves and watching the drama unfold.

Zhu Wan never expected that the Phoenixes, who had always been at odds with Dong’e Mountain, would be the ones to offer help in their time of need. However, all her gratitude vanished the moment she remembered that Feng Chiyue had left Dong’e Mountain. She thanked Feng Yao, fighting back tears, and said, “Master Feng has left Dong’e Mountain. She might have gone to the Supreme Palace.”

Those words instantly wiped the frowns off both their faces, replaced by shared dismay.

“What is she doing at the Supreme Palace? Don’t tell me she’s selling Phoenix Fire?” Feng Yao exclaimed, her teeth grinding.

Zhu Wan smiled wryly. “Do you think that’s possible?” She wished Feng Chiyue was selling Phoenix Fire. At least that way, it would only be the Phoenix lineage losing face. But if she was there to cause trouble… The mere thought of it made Zhu Wan feel suffocated.

“We have to stop her before it’s too late,” Feng Yao said, her thoughts aligning perfectly with Zhu Wan’s.

The Celestial Court was located atop Mount Kunlun, at the center of the four directions. The four great mountains—Dong’e(East Ah), West River, South Departure, and North Star—along with numerous smaller mountains, surrounded Mount Kunlun like stars.

The Celestial Court had three main departments—Heavenly Mechanism, Celestial Pivot, and Heavenly Prosperity—all situated in the central hub. After all, the “center” represented the “core,” while the “four directions” were merely auxiliary.

All the influential Celestial officials resided on Mount Kunlun. If they were all currently on Mount Kunlun, they wouldn’t hold out much hope of catching up to Feng Chiyue. However, to reach Kunlun from Dong’e Mountain, one had to pass through several Heavenly Gates. They could definitely catch her.

But soon, Zhu Wan and Feng Yao realized something was wrong. They had passed through several Heavenly Gates, and each time, they were told that Feng Chiyue had left a while ago. They couldn’t believe they were being outrun by someone who was usually lazy and indolent! Exchanging bewildered glances, they both chose to ignore this baffling fact.

Upon arriving at the Celestial Court, Feng Chiyue strolled leisurely along the corridor, the golden bells on her waist chiming melodiously. Looking around, she saw magnificent palaces and jade towers scattered among the clouds. The Celestials passing by were adorned in crimson robes and phoenix crowns, their jade pendants and golden ornaments clinking softly. When their gazes fell upon Feng Chiyue, their faces filled with surprise, and they began to whisper among themselves.

Feng Chiyue, unfazed by the attention, crossed the long red bridge and arrived at the Supreme Palace. Golden nails studded the jade doors, and a gentle breeze rustled through the red curtains.

Exquisite wind chimes hung from the eaves, their tinkling sounds like a beautiful melody. Beside the plaque, an upside-down purple gourd was carved with intricate patterns, its round beads resembling Nine Transformations Elixirs, emanating an air of mystery. A strange smile played on Feng Chiyue’s lips.

That old geezer Jingde wanted to withhold Ming Jiansu’s elixirs? What belonged to Ming Jiansu belonged to her. Did he think it would be that easy? He made the decision, so he should be the one to face the consequences!

A young Daoist boy, fanning himself, dozed off in front of an alchemy furnace. The sound of bells jolted him awake. He had never met Feng Chiyue before, and her imposing aura startled him. He quickly plastered a smile on his face and greeted her warmly, “Welcome, Immortal. Are you here to collect elixirs? Which palace are you from?”

Feng Chiyue replied calmly, “Dong’e Mountain.”

The moment those words left her mouth, the Daoist boy’s expression changed, his obsequious smile morphing into a sneer.

He took a step back, putting distance between himself and Feng Chiyue as if she were something repulsive. “There are no rations for Dong’e Mountain today,” he spat. The Immortal Lord had given clear instructions: no more elixirs for Dong’e Mountain from this day forward. The Dong’e Mountain Lord was dead, and most of the Celestials stationed there had fled. Why should they waste their efforts? It was better to save the elixirs.

Feng Chiyue pressed on, “Why not?” Her gaze shifted to the alchemy furnace, her eyes sweeping over it as if it were her own possession.

The Daoist boy couldn’t come up with a proper explanation. He didn’t know the specific rules and regulations, but he had memorized the Immortal Lord’s orders. Waving his hand dismissively, he said impatiently, “Go away, go away. There are none, that’s all you need to know. Why ask so many questions?” Being a Daoist boy at the Supreme Palace was a cushy job. Even those with higher cultivation levels had to treat him with respect. His ego inflated, his demeanor shifting in an instant.

Feng Chiyue chuckled, a dangerous glint flickering in her dark eyes.

“I won’t leave until I get the elixirs,” she declared.

The Daoist boy hated dealing with “unreasonable” people like her. He let out an angry shout, flicked his fan, and channeled his celestial energy, sending a blast of scorching wind towards Feng Chiyue.

Waves of heat rolled through the air, but Feng Chiyue stood her ground, unmoved. Only her robes fluttered around her, the jade pendants on her belt clinking against each other.

Feng Chiyue watched the Daoist boy with amusement. She took a step forward, the deep shadows of the hall falling upon her, creating an aura of vastness and mystery.

The Daoist boy felt a chill run down his spine and couldn’t help but take a step back. The flames licked at the alchemy furnace, crackling softly, and an eerie silence descended upon them.

Feng Chiyue asked sweetly, “Why are there no rations for Dong’e Mountain? Is the fire beneath the alchemy furnace not strong enough?”

She raised her right hand, and a ball of flame erupted from her palm, crimson red with streaks of black. As the Daoist boy watched in horror, she pressed the flame against the Bagua alchemy furnace and said with a faint smile, “Let me lend you a hand.”

The moment the flame touched the alchemy furnace, a deafening explosion shook the heavens and earth! The shockwave sent shards of unformed elixirs flying through the air like shooting stars, embedding themselves inches deep into the pillars, tables, and chairs in the hall. The Daoist boy’s eyes widened in terror as he stared at Feng Chiyue.

He had heard countless stories about her, each more outlandish than the last. But one description remained consistent: she was a parasitic vine clinging to the Dong’e Mountain Lord, a good-for-nothing with only her looks to boast of. Yet, here she was, the rumored good-for-nothing beauty, destroying the thousand-year-old alchemy furnace of the Supreme Palace with a flick of her wrist!

The Daoist boy collapsed to the ground, his scalp tingling. As he met Feng Chiyue’s lazy smile, a wave of fear shot up his spine. His ears rang with the fading echoes of the explosion. His lips trembled, and finally, he regained his senses and screamed, “Immortal Lord! Help!”

Even without the Daoist boy’s cries, the Jingde Immortal Lord would have rushed over. The explosion had been too loud, far exceeding the usual “furnace explosions” caused by his disciples. When he arrived, he was greeted by a scene of utter devastation. And standing amidst the rubble, a serene smile on her face, was Feng Chiyue in her vibrant red robes.

The Jingde Immortal Lord’s face darkened, his temples throbbing. He couldn’t fathom how Feng Chiyue could be responsible for such destruction. He shifted his confused gaze to the cowering Daoist boy.

The Daoist boy pointed a trembling finger at Feng Chiyue and cried out, “It was her, Immortal Lord! She did it!”

A cold glint flashed in the Jingde Immortal Lord’s eyes. Whether it was Feng Chiyue or not, someone had pointed a finger at her, so it was settled! He didn’t need to think too hard to understand Feng Chiyue’s motive. After all, he had just announced the cessation of elixir supplies to Dong’e Mountain last night.

Did this fool not realize that with the Dong’e Mountain Lord gone and her recent offense against the Heavenly Empress, the Supreme Palace had no reason to provide her with elixirs and incur the Empress’s wrath?

The Jingde Immortal Lord said coldly, “Please come with me to the Grand Precept Hall of the Celestial Pivot Department.”

The Celestial Pivot Department was the thunder department responsible for law enforcement. It housed the Platform of Severance, the Senluo Prison, and the Grand Precept Hall.

The Platform of Severance was the execution ground, the Senluo Prison was where criminals were imprisoned, and the Grand Precept Hall was where Celestial offenders were interrogated.

These places were usually empty, but once someone entered, they rarely came out. A lone Celestial with no backing versus the Supreme Palace and the Celestial Pivot Department… His colleagues should know which side to choose. At this thought, the Jingde Immortal Lord’s gaze turned even colder.

“The Grand Precept Hall?” Feng Chiyue’s smile took on a mocking edge. She raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly, “I refuse.”

She might be smiling, but her mood was far from pleasant. In the past two hundred years, when had she ever been so humiliated? Ming Jiansu was gone, and she had to do everything herself! If you’re dead, then stay dead; if you’re capable, don’t pretend to be a corpse!

Chapter 2

Although they addressed each other as “senior sister” and “junior sister,” Feng Chiyue and Ming Jiansu were not from the same sect.

Ming Jiansu was a true Human Immortal, while Feng Chiyue was a Celestial Immortal.

Feng Chiyue had met Ming Jiansu over three hundred years ago. Back then, Ming Jiansu had just ascended to the Celestial Realm and mistakenly entered the “Abyss of the Milky Way.” There, she stumbled upon and broke through a barrier that had been hidden for centuries, rescuing Feng Chiyue from the lightless abyss.

(T/N): Milky Way is also in literary translation “Heavenly River”

At first, Ming Jiansu mistook Feng Chiyue for a bewitching demon or a long-imprisoned traitor and refused to take her away. It was only after Feng Chiyue vehemently proclaimed her innocence, swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao, and presented an ancient record left behind by her predecessors that Ming Jiansu’s suspicions were dispelled. Only then did Feng Chiyue follow her to the Celestial Court.

She was just an innocent and pitiful Phoenix, abandoned in the Abyss of the Milky Way, left to grow up wild for decades.

“They’ve finally left,” Zhu Wan’s voice rang out. She and the other Celestials of Dong’e Mountain were like bamboo shoots after the rain, emerging one after another, clutching their chests as if they had just experienced a great fright.

In Dong’e Mountain, Ming Jiansu was upright and virtuous, Feng Chiyue was arrogant and domineering, and their disciples and the other Celestials were cautious and timid. They were three completely different types of beings. Feng Chiyue usually had Ming Jiansu to take care of everything, so she never bothered with the other Celestials on the mountain. Now, looking at their fearful and apprehensive expressions, she said with disdain, “The Heavenly Emperor intends to reclaim Dong’e Mountain. You’re all free to go your separate ways.”

Zhu Wan: “…” She wished she were better at cursing so she could unleash a torrent of abuse on Feng Chiyue. But then again, she also wanted to follow the other Celestials and find a new path. However, she was Ming Jiansu’s disciple, even if only in name. She couldn’t simply join another Celestial. At most, she could find a blessed place and become a wandering Immortal, living off the land.

Feng Chiyue didn’t care whether they listened or not. She couldn’t be bothered with their lives. Ming Jiansu was gone, and she didn’t want anyone else to serve her. With her immaculate Immortal body, she could just find a random place to meditate for hundreds of years without eating or drinking.

At dusk, Zhu Wan reported back with a mournful expression. After the Heavenly Empress’s visit, the Celestials who had initially agreed to stay on Dong’e Mountain were no longer willing. Feng Chiyue’s words earlier had given them the perfect excuse, and now they were all packing their belongings and leaving. Of the three hundred and sixty Celestials on Dong’e Mountain, not a single one remained. Even the peach blossom spirit in front of the hall wanted to escape, but unfortunately, no one was willing to move its roots.

Her master had spent hundreds of years building this place, and now it was crumbling overnight. Feng Chiyue, who had never had to manage anything, felt no heartache at the thought of its ruin.

“If their hearts aren’t in Dong’e Mountain, isn’t it normal for them to leave? What’s their relationship with me? Why should I stand in the way of their future?” Feng Chiyue looked at Zhu Wan with genuine confusion. Weren’t life and death, separation and reunion, all part of the natural order?

Zhu Wan’s heart bled. She gritted her teeth and said, “But they should at least wait until after the memorial ceremony! Master’s body is still cold—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhu Wan saw the soul-stirring smile on Feng Chiyue’s face and heard her nonchalant words, “What body? Did you find one? It’s just old clothes and a crown. What’s the point of worshipping that?”

Her voice was soft, but it struck Zhu Wan’s ears like a thunderbolt. She was so angry that she trembled all over, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She wished she could slap Feng Chiyue across the face. Feng Chiyue had always been infuriating, making people want to gnash their teeth in frustration. How could she say such a thing? How well her master had treated her! And this was how she repaid her?

Ignoring Zhu Wan, Feng Chiyue sat down on a stone platform, calmly admiring the twilight that seemed to set everything ablaze.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the mountains and rivers crimson.

Where the sun sank below the horizon, a majestic and imposing city wall stood on the desolate earth. Outside the city flowed a black river, stretching for thousands of miles, its depths unfathomable.

As night deepened, fewer and fewer people came and went. While the Celestial guards at the city gate dozed off wearily, a young female Celestial in gray robes and a veiled hat stepped into the city. The guards checked her identification plaque and waved her through.

The city was situated on the border, adjacent to the battlefield between Celestials and Demons. Those who came and went were mostly Celestial officials on duty or wandering Immortals seeking experience. As the female Celestial entered the city, more and more shadows appeared under the lanterns. In a tavern, two or three Celestials gathered, drinking and gossiping about recent events.

The female Celestial found a secluded corner and sat down, ordering two catties of wine as she listened to the conversations around her.

“The Dong’e Mountain Lord has perished. The Celestial Court is currently selecting a replacement.”

“So soon? Not that it concerns us.”

“That jinx Feng Chiyue is still on Dong’e Mountain, right? According to custom, the mountain still belongs to her until a new Dong’e Mountain Lord is chosen. If someone could buy it, they’d only need to change the name. How is she doing now?”

…

The female Celestial listened intently, her brows furrowing as she fought the urge to flip the table at the crude remarks about Feng Chiyue.

“She’s doing just fine,” a burly man with a wine pot snorted. “Maybe the Dong’e Mountain Lord’s death hasn’t sunk in yet. She even had the audacity to curse at the Heavenly Empress through the barrier today.” A hint of schadenfreude colored his tone. He wanted to curse at Feng Chiyue too, but he didn’t dare. It was quite entertaining to watch these two thorns clash, but it wouldn’t last long.

“The Dong’e Mountain Lord was a remarkable figure. Why did she spoil Feng Chiyue so much?” A female Celestial chimed in, unable to help but feel a twinge of sympathy. “If only the Dong’e Mountain Lord had taught her some manners, she wouldn’t be in such a predicament now, despised by everyone.”

“Perhaps she’s just rotten to the core,” someone chuckled. “To be honest, I want to see her downfall. I’m stuck here on the battlefield, risking my life, while she enjoys everything without lifting a finger. If she were the Heavenly Empress, I wouldn’t say a word. But she’s just like us. Even if she is a Celestial Immortal, she has no one to back her up.”

“You’re surprisingly honest about your jealousy.” The female Celestial placed her wine cup on the table and smiled faintly. “Gentlemen, be careful what you say, even after a few drinks.” With that, she tossed down some Cinnabar Jade, turned, and left. The remaining male Celestials, their mood dampened, fell silent for a moment before changing the subject.

Hearing no more news about Feng Chiyue, the female Celestial in the corner also rose and left the tavern. She walked along the wide street until she reached the end, then looked up at the fluttering banners. A moment later, she strode into an inn and rented a cave dwelling for three months. Only after entering the dwelling and activating the protective formations did she remove her veiled hat, revealing a face as cold as frost—it was none other than Ming Jiansu, the Dong’e Mountain Lord, who was rumored to have perished.

As the candlelight flickered in the cave dwelling, Ming Jiansu exhaled slowly, pushing away all thoughts of Feng Chiyue.

She had decided to leave after an argument with Feng Chiyue. She suddenly realized that since ascending to the Celestial Realm, she had never experienced the carefree and joyful life she had yearned for. Back in the mortal realm, she had envisioned a life of freedom and leisure after ascension. No one had told her that ascending just meant working a different job! The Celestial officials were even more cliquey than those in the mortal realm, with more rules and regulations, and they could deduct her monthly allowance at any moment. Moreover, there were tasks outside her official duties that she couldn’t refuse.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if she were only busy during the day, but she also had Feng Chiyue, a demanding and troublesome presence, in her palace. She felt that the two biggest mistakes she had made in her life were accepting the decree to become a Celestial official after ascending and bringing Feng Chiyue back from the Abyss of the Milky Way. Blinded by beauty, she had agreed to all sorts of unreasonable requests, including dual cultivation.

She had nothing against dual cultivation itself. Back in the mortal realm, she had taken her sword as her companion, and no one had ever captured her heart. However, when she first laid eyes on Feng Chiyue in the Abyss of the Milky Way, she was captivated, her mind in a daze. They were mutually attracted, their feelings aligned, so it seemed only natural to take things further. But Feng Chiyue… Forget it, it was better not to dwell on it.

In short, after two hundred years of physical and emotional exhaustion, she was tired.

She didn’t need to worry about Feng Chiyue.

With Feng Chiyue’s heartless nature, upon learning of her death, she would probably cry for a bit and then forget all about her sorrow. After all, she was a Celestial Immortal. She had survived in the Abyss of the Milky Way, so she could certainly stand on her own without her. As for those “enemies,” although Feng Chiyue was universally disliked in the Celestial Realm, it hadn’t reached the point of life and death. Moreover, Phoenix Mountain wouldn’t just stand by and watch Feng Chiyue suffer. The Phoenix lineage might be in decline, but a thousand years ago, they were the most formidable force in the Celestial Realm. A centipede dies but never falls over, let alone them, who were far from dead.

“Time to sleep,” Ming Jiansu murmured to herself.

She took out a jar of wine from her Qiankun bag.

The wine was called “Drunken Dreams Forget a Thousand Sorrows.”

With wine, how could she not sleep? Oh, she definitely wouldn’t.

Would her junior sister miss her tonight?

The next day, at the Dong’e Mountain Palace:

Feng Chiyue, her expression solemn, prepared to leave.

Zhu Wan, noticing her pale complexion and slightly red-rimmed eyes, felt a flicker of consolation. It seemed that Master Feng wasn’t truly cold-hearted. She had merely refused to show weakness in front of others and had grieved in private during the night. After a moment’s thought, Zhu Wan advised, “You just had a conflict with the Heavenly Empress yesterday. It’s not wise to go out now.”

Feng Chiyue frowned. “Last night, a Daoist boy from the Supreme Palace sent a message saying they would no longer provide elixirs to Dong’e Mountain. How dare they withhold what rightfully belongs to Elder Sister?” The message on the Chaos Mirror had infuriated her so much that she hadn’t slept a wink! How many elixirs would it take to replenish the energy she had lost from this one night of distress?

Zhu Wan: “…” She had received the message too. Why? Because “when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter,” of course. With no one left to protect them, they had nothing to fear. If they wanted to use rules and regulations as an excuse, it was even easier. They could simply agree on the surface and then delay it indefinitely. In short, they wouldn’t lift a finger. “Master, Elder Sister is gone. We can’t fight them.”

Feng Chiyue let out a cold laugh. “Do you think I’ve ever suffered a loss before?”

Meeting Feng Chiyue’s sharp and icy gaze, Zhu Wan felt a shiver run down her spine. For a moment, she thought she was facing the cold and imposing Sword Master. She rarely saw this sharp side of Feng Chiyue. In her memory, Feng Chiyue was always graceful and indolent, exuding the innate nobility of the Phoenix lineage. Among all the races in the Celestial Realm, only the merfolk of the Four Seas could compare.

But the feeling of being overwhelmed by Feng Chiyue’s aura lasted only a second.

How could she expect someone who would jump into her master’s arms at the sight of an untransformed green snake to possess the sharpness of a sword?

It must have been an illusion.

She parted her lips, about to urge Feng Chiyue to face reality.

But by the time she collected her thoughts, Feng Chiyue was gone.

Where had she gone? It couldn’t be the Supreme Palace, could it? The thought made Zhu Wan’s face drain of all color.

Chapter 1

It was the 1326th year of the Celestial Abyss, in the third month.

Ming Jiansu, the East Ah(Dong’e) Mountain Lord and one of the four great generals of the Celestial Court, had vanished on the battlefield between Celestials and Demons.

Over a thousand years ago, after the first Great War between Celestials and Demons, the Celestial Realm and the Demon Abyss had signed the “Fallen Phoenix Pact.” Since then, there had been relative peace, with only minor conflicts arising. The battlefield, a remnant of the past war, became a no man’s land and a place for the two realms to settle their disputes.

At the beginning of the year, as was customary, Dong’e Mountain Lord Ming Jiansu went to patrol the battlefield. However, she disappeared without a trace. The Celestial official on duty with her had returned to the Celestial Realm long ago, but there was no sign of her for three months. The Heavenly Emperor had sent people to search for her several times, but to no avail. Although no one knew what had happened, one thing was certain: Ming Jiansu, the Dong’e Mountain Lord, had perished.

The Celestial Court had four great generals. With the Dong’e position vacant, there were still three Sword Masters: West River(Xi He), South Departure(Nan Li), and North Star(Bei Chen). The Heavenly Emperor(Tian Di), without much worry, began to slowly select a new Dong’e Mountain Lord, not taking Ming Jiansu’s death to heart. However, the other Celestial officials were fixated on Dong’e Mountain, eager to watch the drama unfold. Of course, they weren’t watching Ming Jiansu, but rather the other, less legitimate “master” of Dong’e Mountain – Feng Chiyue – and waiting for her downfall.

There were two widely disliked figures in the Celestial Realm. One was the arrogant and domineering Heavenly Empress, Chu Yi. The other was the indolent, troublemaking, yet beautiful Feng Chiyue. But if they had to choose the one they disliked the most, it would undoubtedly be Feng Chiyue. The reason? Empress Chu Yi was a formidable fighter. It was said that the Demon Abyss worshipped strength, but the Celestial Realm was no exception. Of course, there was another unspoken reason: jealousy! They couldn’t fathom why Ming Jiansu favored Feng Chiyue. Was it solely because of her breathtaking beauty? Impossible. Dong’e Mountain Lord Ming Jiansu couldn’t be so superficial. Feng Chiyue must have used some underhanded tricks to bewitch her.

But now, all that talk was meaningless. Feng Chiyue’s only and greatest backer was gone. Could she continue her arrogant ways? She would probably be driven out of Dong’e Mountain soon, wouldn’t she? At this thought, many Celestial officials revealed smug smiles, exchanging knowing glances with their colleagues as they walked. If Feng Chiyue were truly left with nowhere to go, they might even generously offer her shelter.

Unaware of their wishful thinking, Feng Chiyue was lying on a couch, leisurely reading a book, her fingertips delicately holding a piece of fruit. The entire Dong’e Mountain was shrouded in grief over Ming Jiansu’s death, yet she was the only one so heartless, concerned only with her own enjoyment.

When news of the Dong’e Mountain Lord’s death returned, who would have thought that the good-for-nothing beauty, who had always been under her care, wouldn’t shed a single tear? She merely uttered two words: “My condolences.” Then, she turned around and went back to her own amusements, without a care for anyone else’s feelings. Even a pretense of sadness would have sufficed!

“Master, are you planning to lie there indefinitely?” Zhu Wan, the registered disciple of the Dong’e Mountain Lord, couldn’t bear it any longer. Years of ingrained habits prevented her from being disrespectful to Feng Chiyue. Unable to snatch away the fruit or the book, she could only emphasize her displeasure through a stern tone.

“Hmm?” Feng Chiyue raised an eyebrow and slowly sat up. Her red robes draped over the couch, complementing her snow-white skin. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her chest, a few strands braided into delicate plaits that swayed gently. Silver chains adorned her hair, a crescent moon ornament resting on her smooth forehead. A red necklace graced her chest, and silver bells hung from her waist, chiming melodiously with her every move.

As the most beautiful woman in the Celestial Realm, she possessed an ethereal face. Yet, looking at her expression, Zhu Wan felt a pang of despair. Seeing those exquisite accessories reminded her of her master’s monthly allowance, which had been completely drained! Now that her master was gone, could the Celestial Jade provided by the Celestial Court as compensation even sustain this idle beauty?

Should she be returned to Phoenix Mountain? No, Dong’e Mountain and Phoenix Mountain were already at odds. Two hundred years ago, when her master took charge of Dong’e Mountain, the Celestials from Phoenix Mountain came, not to congratulate her, but to accuse her of stealing their Phoenix egg and attempting to take Feng Chiyue back. Her master, being reasonable, agreed. However, within two days, Feng Chiyue was sent back. Phoenix Mountain claimed that her master had spoiled her, rendering them incapable of handling her.

She had heard that Phoenix Mountain had been in decline since the Celestial and Demon War a thousand years ago and cherished their descendants greatly. Feng Chiyue, the returned Phoenix, was the first of her kind in millennia.

Feng Chiyue remained unfazed, but Zhu Wan was anxious. Before she could persuade her further, a deafening roar shook Dong’e Mountain, like a thousand thunderbolts exploding at once. Zhu Wan’s expression shifted, and she dashed outside. Less than a quarter of an hour later, she returned, panting, and declared, “This is bad! Your nemesis is here!”

Finally, Feng Chiyue set aside her book. She raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked nonchalantly, “Nemesis? Which one? The little loach from the Four Seas? The old geezer from the Supreme Palace? The fat-headed fish guarding the Heavenly Gate? Or that—”

Zhu Wan couldn’t stand Feng Chiyue’s demeanor any longer. If she kept her mouth shut, she might still possess a semblance of grace. But once she spoke, it shattered her elegant facade! Which Celestial official, high or low, hadn’t she offended? By the time she finished guessing, Dong’e Mountain might be reduced to rubble! “It’s the Heavenly Empress,” Zhu Wan interrupted, unsure why she even bothered telling her. Did she expect Feng Chiyue to pick a fight with the Empress? One must know that Chu Yi was on par with the four great generals of the Celestial Court. If not for her special status, she would have long become a Celestial General.

“Oh, it’s Chu Yi.” Feng Chiyue seemed to suddenly understand and rose gracefully. Meeting Zhu Wan’s ashen face, she drawled, “Why the panic? She can’t break through this barrier.”

Zhu Wan: “…” Why wasn’t she, this walking disaster, the one who died on the battlefield? Oh, right, she was weak and frail, having never witnessed bloodshed. Who would dare send her to guard the battlefield?

Outside Dong’e Mountain:

Although the relentless bombardment had caused a tremendous commotion, just as Feng Chiyue had said, it couldn’t shake the barrier protecting Dong’e Mountain in the slightest. Unless the Heavenly Emperor himself issued a decree to appoint a new Dong’e Mountain Lord, the barrier of this entire mountain remained under Feng Chiyue’s control.

Chu Yi’s brows furrowed, her eyes flashing with anger. She had initially come to witness Feng Chiyue’s misfortune, but she hadn’t expected to make the trip herself and end up fuming with rage. Her feud with Feng Chiyue was longstanding. Firstly, she couldn’t understand how Feng Chiyue, who possessed nothing but a pretty face, could be so arrogant and haughty, even more so than herself, the Heavenly Empress. Secondly, it was because of Ming Jiansu. She had repeatedly sought to spar with Ming Jiansu, but the only response she received was: “My junior sister is waiting for me.” Junior sister, junior sister, always the junior sister! Was Feng Chiyue going to lose a limb or become incapable of taking care of herself without Ming Jiansu?

In the past, with Ming Jiansu’s protection, no one could touch Feng Chiyue. But things were different now. She had to seize this opportunity to vent her pent-up frustration.

She reached out and drew her sword, channeling her celestial energy as she silently prepared to attack. The booming gradually subsided, and the barrier shimmered with flowing light, painting the sky with a mesmerizing array of colors. In this brief silence, a cool voice rang out, “Why did you stop? Have you exhausted your arsenal?”

Chu Yi’s temple throbbed, and her sharp gaze shot towards the source of the voice. As expected, standing leisurely on a cloud was none other than the ostentatious and infuriating Feng Chiyue. The entire Dong’e Mountain was draped in white mourning for Ming Jiansu’s death, yet Feng Chiyue was the only one dressed so flamboyantly. For a moment, Chu Yi felt a surge of sympathy for Ming Jiansu!

“You’ve finally decided to show yourself,” Chu Yi said icily.

Feng Chiyue’s lips curved into a faint smile as she crossed her arms. “Didn’t you come to invite me out?”

The word “invite” struck a nerve with Chu Yi. How could she possibly invite Feng Chiyue? She would never be so courteous. She let out a cold laugh. “My father is already searching for a new Dong’e Mountain Lord. If you know what’s good for you, pack your things and leave Dong’e Mountain. Save yourself the embarrassment of being thrown out later.”

Feng Chiyue maintained her smile. “No one else will reside in Dong’e Mountain.”

Chu Yi rolled her eyes and scoffed, “You still think Ming Jiansu is around? Back then, she shielded you from everything, allowing you to live as you pleased. Now that she’s gone, I advise you to learn some humility. Don’t tell me you’re hoping Phoenix Mountain will come to your rescue? Let’s not mention that the Phoenix Mountain lineage has long been in decline. The fact that they kicked you out is already a laughingstock throughout the Celestial Realm. I’ve never met a more useless Phoenix than you!”

Feng Chiyue’s lips twitched, but her expression remained devoid of shame. “Well, now you have.” Seeing Chu Yi speechless, she sighed dramatically. “The Dong’e Mountain Lord died fighting for the Celestial Realm, her body still cold, yet the Celestial Court is already here to reclaim Dong’e Mountain and drive out her disciples. How utterly disheartening. No wonder those with any ambition prefer to be carefree Immortals in their own secluded paradises. With the Celestial Court teeming with Celestial Immortals, it’s as if you’re intentionally pushing out the Human Immortals.”

In the Celestial Realm, there were two types of Immortals. The first were those who ascended from the mortal realm after overcoming tribulations, known as Human Immortals. The other type were born as children of Immortals, possessing the innate destiny of Immortals, known as Celestial Immortals. On the surface, the two groups seemed harmonious, but secret rivalries were inevitable. You look down on my mortal origins; I despise your indolence and extravagance. Of course, no one would ever admit to such sentiments. Just like Chu Yi at this moment, she was so furious her teeth could shatter, but she couldn’t acknowledge Feng Chiyue’s words. She was the Heavenly Empress, representing the face of the Celestial Court. Certain things should not, and could not, be uttered from her mouth.

Watching the fuming Chu Yi depart, Feng Chiyue chuckled softly and murmured to herself, “Elder Sister is gone. How will I ever endure these long, lonely nights?”