Part 2
Yun Wuxiang: “No need. War results in loss of population; letting them die on the battlefield is a waste.”
“Then what do you mean, Little Brother?” Under the puzzled gazes of Yun Tianqing and Lin Yue, Yun Wuxiang unfurled a map. His finger landed on a line representing a river between the two nations.
“I plan to build a bridge here and dig two rivers on both sides.”
“It will require many people.”
The basic small farming tools were almost ready. Next were large-scale projects that couldn’t be solved quickly: canals, dams, road construction… each required a large population to implement.
After Song Yilouâs funeral, Yun Wuxiang began his national development plan.
Imperial edicts were issued one by one, and the whole nation was put in motion.
Anyone opposed?
Then they probably ceased to exist.
Five years after Song Yilouâs death, the first generation of hybrid rice was introduced.
Seven years later, the canal was completed.
Ten years later, the “Yun Bridge,” which spanned the river and connected the two nations, was finished. The two nations opened for mutual trade, and relations began to thaw.
The following year, rumors spread among the people that the two nations were going to merge into one.
…
In the thirtieth year, the rumors became reality. The two nations merged under the name “Xuanâan.”
Emperor Yun selected a Crown Prince who possessed the bloodlines of both royal families and publicly announced him as the heir to the new nation.
In the thirty-fifth year, the new Emperor ascended the throne.
In the thirty-ninth year, Yun Wuxiang had lived long enough; he wanted to exit the Small World.
“A-jie, what part of this world are you still dissatisfied with?” Yun Wuxiang asked once more. Over the years, he had repeated this question many times.
Yun Tianqing, now over sixty, her hair gray, the Great General who had fought on the battlefield had become a kind old lady. She said with a smile, “Itâs good, everything is good.”
Yun Wuxiang disliked this answer. “Youâre being perfunctory.”
If everything was good, then why hadn’t he seen the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower?
Yun Tianqing tilted her ear toward him. “Oh, what did Your Majesty say? This old woman is a bit hard of hearing.”
Yun Wuxiang: “I want to be buried with Song Yilou.”
“Oh, buried together. I know. You still can’t forget him. Being buried together is good,” Old Lady Yun said slowly.
Yun Wuxiang: “Mm. Iâve already chosen the dateâthe first of next month.”
“What?!” Yun Tianqing was no longer hard of hearing, and her back was no longer bent. Her scream pierced the sky.
“No! I don’t agree!”
Who could decide their own death in advance? Naturally, someone who was actively seeking it.
Yun Wuxiang: “My mind is made up.”
“Little Brother, I am old, and youâre the only relative I have. Are you going to make me experience the pain of losing a loved one at my age?” Yun Tianqing clutched her heart, her face full of exhaustion.
Yun Wuxiang was unmoved. “Thatâs what you said four years ago.”
Four years ago, when the new Emperor took the throne, he had mentioned his intention to die. He was stopped by Yun Tianqing and a group of people who used a bunch of reasons to block him.
“I gave you four years to prepare mentally. You should be able to accept this result by now.”
Now, Yun Wuxiang completely didn’t want to wait anymore. It didn’t matter if he didn’t get the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower; he was going out.
“I donât accept it!” Yun Tianqing angrily struck her dragon-headed staff and gestured to the prosperous capital. “Look at the nation you built over the years; do you have no lingering attachment at all?”
Yun Wuxiang: “None.”
“If I make him wait any longer, that guy will cause a scene.”
Thirty-nine daysâmore than a month had passed outside. He hoped the Merman tribe was still safe after he went out.
Hearing this, Yun Tianqing was first enraged, then a bit powerless. “Fine. Whether itâs me or the whole of Xuanâan, none of us can compare to a single Song Yilou in your heart. He really is a disaster!”
Yun Wuxiang agreed, “Mm, he is indeed a disaster.”
The sixty-year-old ladyâs face was distorted; her kindness and gentleness were gone. Her lips trembled with a mix of anger and sorrow, eventually leaving only a regretful sigh.
If only the Songxuan Emperor hadn’t died…
The thing Yun Tianqing regretted most in her life was accidentally killing her little brotherâs partner, which led to him always wanting to commit suicide in his later years.
This guilt lasted until Yun Wuxiang drank the poison, stopped breathing, and truly lay in the coffin.
Yun Tianqing looked at the young, semi-transparent phantom of Yun Wuxiang standing outside the coffin and felt… her feelings of all those years were wasted!
She remembered now; this place was a Small World she had created years ago, using the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower as a foundation.
As Yun Wuxiang detached from his mortal body in the Small World, a long-lost lightness returned. The voices around him faded, and the whole Small World seemed to have its “pause” button pressedâtime froze at the moment he left his body.
His crimson demon pupils looked through the coffin at the azure figure before him. “A-jie, or Shifu?”
Daozun Tianqing composed herself, slightly tilting her chin. “Either is fine.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Can you give me the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower?”
Daozun Tianqing didn’t answer yes or no, but instead said, “You have that phoenixâs aura on you.”
“Mm, I do. You sent me to the Nine Sovereigns Secret Realm. By the way, my Daoist name is Tanyun; you gave it to me.”
Yun Wuxiang continued amidst Daozun Tianqingâs complex gaze, “I also found three reincarnations of Daozuns and took them all as disciples. Do you have anything else to instruct? If not, give me the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower. I need to use it to forge a body to facilitate the research of celestial-demonic conversion techniques.”
Daozun Tianqing quirked an eyebrow. “Youâre in a hurry?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Somewhat. If I go out late, Song Yilou might play the Merman tribe into an endangered species.”
“The descendant of Shuji… how did you get involved with him? Everyone in Shujiâs lineage is mentally ill.”
The fluctuations in Daozun Tianqingâs expression were small, but her micro-expressions were very rich, making her features look very vivid. Her eyes wrote “youâve got yourself into big trouble.”
Yun Wuxiang: “He floated over from the sea by himself.”
Delivery to the door; there was no room to avoid it.
“Shifu, the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower.” Yun Wuxiang had no interest in telling others about his past. He held out his palm toward Daozun Tianqing, indicating he wanted it.
Daozun Tianqing pressed her index and middle fingers together and flicked upward. A black-and-white flower floated in the air. She tilted her head and peeked from behind the flower at Yun Wuxiang. “You really don’t have anything else to ask me?”
Yun Wuxiang: “I do.”
Daozun Tianqing was satisfied. Thatâs more like it; she was a Daozun, after all. What junior wouldn’t look at her with eyes full of admiration and ask about her glorious deeds, as well as her insights and experiences in cultivation?
Yun Wuxiang asked, “Shifu, have you reincarnated?”
“Reincarnated?” Daozun Tianqing held the flower and approached Yun Wuxiang. With a toss, the flower drifted to the side and floated in the air.
She used her right hand to tap Yun Wuxiang on the forehead. The Demon Phoenix mark appeared under her finger, as if it wanted to fold its wings and wrap around the finger. Her azure eyes swept over it with a smile, and the words she spoke shattered part of Yun Wuxiangâs perception.
“As long as the Dao lineage is not extinguished, the Daozun does not die. I am not dead, so why would I reincarnate?”
“As long as there is still one person in this world practicing the Qingdi Scripture, I cannot die.”
Yun Wuxiang lifted his gaze, his deep eyes watching her. “You made me find the reincarnations of the Daozuns and even left marks, yet now you tell me a Daozun won’t die?”
“Is that so? Probably because those fellows aren’t as powerful as me. Hahahaha, this venerable one truly is number one in the world.”
Daozun Tianqing laughed enough and then propped her chin. “Alright, the joking is over. Itâs like this: this consciousness of mine was left here shortly after I became a Daozun. The Black-and-White Floating Life Flower is a primordial object, and the Small World formed using it as a foundation is independent of the world.”
“Therefore, I am not clear on what happened later outside.”
“If a Daozun chose to reincarnate, there is another possibility: they abandoned their own Dao lineage. You said you found three reincarnated Daozunsâthat many? Something big has happened.”
Daozun Tianqing asked Yun Wuxiang, “Didn’t Jiangzi tell you anything?”
Yun Wuxiang: “I didn’t ask.”
“Why didn’t you ask? Do you have no curiosity at all?” The way Daozun Tianqing glared was exactly the same as when Yun Tianqing wanted to strike him with a staff in anger.
Yun Wuxiang spoke a bit more casually. “Curiosity kills the cat. If Master Jiangzi doesn’t bring it up herself, it means she believes itâs not important.”
“Pah! That dead phoenix thinks nothing is important. Even if the sky falls, sheâd slowly brew a pot of tea and then say ‘itâs a trivial matter, why the panic?'” Daozun Tianqing described it vividly.
Yun Wuxiang: “No, she thinks you are very important.”
Daozun Tianqing suddenly lost her voice, as if it had been stolen. After two seconds, she found it again. She rubbed her shoulders and shook off non-existent goosebumps. “Ugh, who did you hear such mushy words from? That dead phoenix would never say such a thing.”
“I saw it myself. When she was with me, not three sentences would pass without her mentioning you.” Yun Wuxiang reached out and plucked the flower floating in the air. “Shifu, do you have anything else to say? If not, Iâm going out.”
Daozun Tianqing was led by his words to start pondering her life. Hearing this, she waved her hand casually. “Go on, go see your lover.”
His consciousness detached. Yun Wuxiangâs vision went dark. After sensing his own body, he opened his eyes.
In the center of his vision was the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower, its petals and stems spread out. Now, he could touch the flower.
But there seemed to be something extra in his handâa bright red silk ribbon. The other end of the ribbon was held in someoneâs palm.
A weight hit his shoulder, and a cold breath blew past his ear: “Guanzhu, Iâve waited for so long.”
“Was the world without me… fun?”
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