Three years ago, after the Demon Clan’s ancestor goddess, Goddess Shaowan, faded, the Demon Clan split into seven. The seven Demon Lords under Shaowan each led a branch of clansmen, entrenching themselves in a region of the Southern Realm, each governing things in his own way. Henceforth, the Demon Clan entered an era lasting 260,000 years where the seven lords coexisted side by side.
Without Shaowan to restrain them, the seven lords of the Demon Clan were somewhat aimless. When Fu Ying rose in rebellion and Heaven and Earth fell into chaos again, they also wanted to put their foot in to stir up the water, but at that time, the seven lords were still internally fighting for territory and drawing boundaries. Even if they wanted to, they didn’t have the strength. For this reason, they let it go. It was only near the end of the rebellion when the seven Demon Lords had finally nearly finished dealing with their internal affairs. Just as they were planning to nullify the Zhangwei Accord and join the war in their eagerness to fight, who would have thought that Dijun would conduct battles with such incredible speed? The war on the Jieshui riverbank was already declared over.
Furthermore, when they were settling accounts after the war, Dijun even taught them a lesson that left quite a deep impression: each and every one of rebel High God Fu Ying’s supporters was slaughtered without a single one being spared; of the Ghost Clan and Monster Clan, the aristocratic families who participated in and supported the rebellion were all taken care of one by one. In merely seven days, the fresh blood of the rebels and dissidents dyed the entire Western Realm.
This uncompromising method worthy of being called cruel frightened and deterred the Demon Clan. The seven lords ready to cause trouble had no choice but to take back their troublemaking notions. Not one dared to act recklessly again. Allegedly, the Zhangwei Accord had originally already been torn to shreds by the impetuous Blue Demon Lord. After having his horizons broadened by Dijun’s ruthless methods, the Blue Demon Lord quietly and very carefully glued the Zhangwei Accord that had been torn to shreds back together, page by page, and then respectfully put it back…
In any case, the Eight Realms finally returned to the peace and tranquility of three years prior, at the very beginning of Moyuan’s title-conferral: the God Clan united, the world pledging their allegiance.
However, no one had expected that although the Demon Clan, Ghost Clan, and Monster Clan had been stopped, more troublemakers would arise from within the God Clan.
The month after the battle of Jieshui, a Shenjun submitted to the Council of Elders an impeachment document for the impeachment of the God King.
The impeachment document was eloquent. Although it affirmed Dijun’s merit in quelling Fu Ying, it denounced his method as excessively vicious. The report said that Fu Ying rebelled, and his crime merited execution, but the Ghost Lord and Monster Lord had been poisoned and bewitched by Fu Ying. Although they had once aided the wicked1, they had also sincerely repented and handed in letters of surrender. And yet, Dijun was without a trace of mercy, still executing the two lords. It was excessively cruel. In the Western Realm and Northern Realm lay the corpses of millions and pools of blood. In the seas of blood and mountains of corpses was revealed Dijun’s inhumane heart. If one were a God King, how could one be so inhumane? Because of this, he hoped that Dijun would abdicate the position of the God King of his own accord, allowing the God Clan to choose a benevolent King who would serve the world.
The Council of Elders handled this impeachment in a private hearing. With a vote of seventeen to three, they agreed to impeach Dijun.
The lower-level gods were ignorant, but the high-ranking gods could all see what was going on. It was nothing more than a play put on and acted out by High God Hou Zhen and the Council of Elders themselves: the crisis of Fu Ying’s rebellion had already been taken care of, and the elders did not need Dijun anymore. They were anxious to take back power. With Dijun’s powerful position and his prestige in the Eight Realms, if Dijun were still honored as King, one could well imagine that in matters of the God Clan in the future, there would never again be space for the Council of Elders to speak. All this talk of impeaching Dijun, it was because Dijun was inhumane, so they enthroned another benevolent King, to serve the world. These were all nothing but excuses.
Everyone thought that Dijun would be furious. After all, they had turned their backs on their benefactor when they had no more use for him2 in taking care of this matter. The elders were also quite afraid; however, they went ahead with it. Although Dijun’s military power was formidable, he was a solitary person. In the past, he had not had the intention of vying for the world either. For this reason, when he helped Moyuan unify the Eight Realms, he had not kept many troops in his hands, only having twenty-some loyal god generals and a few hundred thousand private soldiers. Afterwards, Dijun returned home in seclusion, the god generals also left the military to return to civilian life, and no one had heard of any additional private soldiers kept in the Holy Blue Sea. Dijun came out of retirement this time to help them defeat Fu Ying, the army he led was also the army of the God Clan. The army of the God Clan was the army of Moyuan, Hou Zhen, and the Council of Elders. Dijun had already trained the God Clan’s army with the Great Qianyuan formation, making the God Clan’s army into an invincible army unrivalled in the world. But this invincible army actually did not belong to Dijun, but instead belonged to them.
The Council of Elders had considered it very thoroughly. For this reason, they were not particularly afraid that Dijun would follow Fu Ying’s example and meet them on the battlefield, battling for the position of God Master. Instead, they were actually afraid that Dijun would lose his temper in Lingxiao Hall, and in the jade hall slaughter them all… Therefore, after they cast their votes in the impeachment, seventeen elders took ill, one after the other. They quietly hid in their own mansions, setting up fortifications for fear that Dijun would drop in on them to look for them to settle the score.
The elders did not go to Lingxiao Hall for several days in a row. Unexpectedly, Dijun also did not go to Lingxiao Hall. Five days later, everyone could not take it anymore. Only after searching high and low did they discover that the entire 13th Heaven was closed.
In the end, it was the guardian of the zhoudu tree, Lingshu3 Xianjun who came to Lingxiao Hall to pass on a message.
Lingshu Xianjun smiled faintly. “Dijun said, if you’re fighting for power, then fight for power, what the hell are you doing, impeachment4? You’ve managed to pull it off in such a novel and refined way, it must really have been hard on you. He isn’t patient enough to deal with you, so he returned to the Holy Blue Sea. Right, he also said, in the future, even if the world ends5, he asks that you still not to go to the Holy Blue Sea to bother him again.”
The Council of Elders were all embarrassed, and when they were done feeling embarrassed, they became angry. A few of the older elders were so angry they were about to faint, but they firstly did not dare to vent their anger on Dijun, and secondly did not dare to vent their anger on the guardian Shenjun that the zhoudu tree had personally chosen. They had no other choice but to let it go.
When the immortals of the Nine Heavens were turning the world upside down searching for Dijun, the well-informed High God Zheyan kept watch on the Holy Blue Sea’s main entrance.
Sure enough, Dijun arrived.
High God Zheyan stepped forward to block him, getting straight to the point with Dijun: “You’re6 admitting defeat just like that?”
“Defeat?” As Dijun opened the door he answered him, “You’re joking. This word doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”
High God Zheyan thought that Dijun was just being stubborn. Following behind him: “Those old fogeys are filled with greed, how could they truly care about the God Clan and Eight Realms? It’s nothing but them thinking that if you are on the throne of the God King, it would be inconvenient for them to abuse their power.” Hatefully, “Crafty old fogeys, coaxing you to bring out the Qianyuan formation and train an invincible army for them, and in the end, this army instead became their card to use against you… but they’re also a bit impatient. It hasn’t even been a month yet, and they’ve already come to seize your power, they’re too reckless!”
“Mmm,” Dijun opened the door, walking directly in, “They indeed don’t dare to be too impatient, so I helped them out.” As if he were only casually asking, “You’ve read that document from Duo Yi Shenjun about impeaching me, right? Isn’t it pretty well written?”
High God Zheyan’s brow furrowed deeply: “What time is it now that you can still say…” Suddenly recovering, incredulously, “It couldn’t be…”
Indifferently, Dijun: “I provided Duo Yi with a few ideas.”
High God Zheyan was dumbstruck: “… it was actually written by you!”
Dijun was unwilling to claim credit for other people’s work: “The grammar and wording was Duo Yi’s own consideration.”
High God Zheyan felt that he couldn’t catch a breath: “Why would you…”
Dijun was composed: “Don’t you feel that the current situation is very good? Everyone’s position can be clearly seen at a glance.”
High God Zheyan’s mind turned. In an instant, he understood everything. Once he understood everything, High God Zheyan felt that his worry for the past several days had entirely been wasted for nothing7.
At this time, the two were already standing next to the lake of the Holy Blue Sea. Dijun summoned a cloud boat, looking at High God Zheyan. “It’s getting late. Are you sure that you want to guest in the stone palace?” Then he answered for him, “Maybe not, then. Fei Wei has to look after our family of three. He doesn’t have time to entertain you.”
“…”
High God Zheyan did not know what he should say for a moment, only wondering why he had wanted to follow inside. He really should have known already. Seeing Dijun stepping onto the cloud boat alone without a trace of guilt, he thought about it, and unable to suppress his anger in the end, he rushed after Dijun’s departing figure, yelling: “Family of three, is it so amazing that you have a family of three?” Finished yelling, he calmly thought about it, and then felt that it really was quite amazing. Sighing, feeling a little sorry for himself, he turned around and returned home, alone.
Fengjiu only heard from Fei Wei’s mouth, the day before Dijun returned, of this major event of the unpredictable changes that had occurred in Jiuchongtian. But the history books clearly said that Dijun had received a task in a time of danger, as the temporary God King. After the battle of Jieshui, because he had no intention of governing the Eight Realms, he took the initiative to abdicate the position of God King, returning to the Holy Blue Sea.
The disparity between taking the initiative to abdicate and leaving, and being impeached by the Council of Elders and leaving, was really too big. 260,000 years later, in the Four Seas and Eight Realms, who would dare to cause Dijun to suffer such a grievance?
Fengjiu cried out of anger, right then and there. Sitting sullenly for half a night, angry on the one hand, thinking that Dijun would definitely also be unhappy on the other, she therefore went to the dining room before daybreak, spending the entire day there, planning to make an exquisite meal to welcome Dijun back, and console Dijun at the same time.
When a young immortal child came to the dining room to report that Dijun had already returned and was waiting for her in the bedchamber, Fengjiu had just begun stewing the last of the Buddha’s Temptation8. Hearing this, she immediately extinguished the fire and rushed to the bedchamber. Only halfway did she remember that she had spent all of today in the dining room and was covered in soot. She hurriedly went to a nearby side hall and quickly bathed.
Dijun also just happened to have finished bathing and was sitting on a jade stool, allowing Fei Wei to debride and change the dressing on the whip injury on his back. It was the wound he had received from the Canglei whip in Fu Ying’s hand in their final fight to the finish. The Canglei whip was a top-notch divine weapon in the Eight Realms’ Book of Weapons. Being injured by it, even if Dijun’s natural recovery was different from an ordinary person’s, the injury would not be able to heal for several months.
As soon as Fei Wei brought out the medication for the wound, Dijun heard the sound of footsteps hurriedly rushing over, hasty and disorderly, as though they held a lot of urgency and endless worries.
He pulled his clothes on and stood, turning around. As expected, he saw a maiden in a red dress, standing at the doorway and looking at him.
“Come here.” He raised his hand to her.
She had seen the wound that had already been covered by the snow-white underclothes. Walking over step by step, her eyes reddened and she softly asked: “How could you be injured?”
The maiden lowered her eyes, struggling to control her tears, but unable to stop her eyes from reddening. Her heart ached for him, her heart aching so much she was about to cry. She was truly very understanding.
He stroked her head, comforting her: “Don’t worry, it’s not a serious injury.”
Her eyes still lowered, she bit her lip: “Turn around, let me see.”
Reading the room, Fei Wei put the ointment down and withdrew, even helping the two to shut the room’s door. As he was closing the room’s door, he unintentionally glanced inward. He saw that Dijun had already been sat down on the jade stool once again. The young man’s back to the hall’s door; the wound that had not yet healed soaked the snow-white underclothes with a bit of a bloodstain. The maiden stood to the side, her expression unclear, her white hands holding onto the young man’s shoulders, about to undress him. Fei Wei did not dare to keep watching, quickly and quietly walking away.
His outer robe had been lowered, folded to over his lower torso, exposing the young man’s strong and handsome back within the soft fluorescent light of the pearls in the chamber; that hideous whip injury was also exposed, from his left shoulder straight to his right waist, crossing over his entire back. Because it was healing slowly, after debridement, one could still see fresh blood and flesh.
Dijun didn’t think that this was any serious injury, and besides, it was already half-healed. Originally thinking that since she was so persistent, it wouldn’t be a big deal to let her see, but to his surprise, in the moment she undressed him, he actually heard the distinct sound of her drawing in a breath from behind him. Realizing that she had been frightened, he instinctively wanted to pull his clothes back on, also comforting her again: “Don’t be afraid, it’s already almost healed. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
But she stopped his hand that wanted to put on his clothes, her voice very soft, carrying a bit of the hoarseness of someone about to cry: “The medication hasn’t been applied yet.”
He stopped. “Weren’t you frightened?”
“No,” she was depressed.
She picked up the bowl of medication Fei Wei had left, beginning to apply medication to that wound. In the medicine bowl was a spoon made of jade and a small applicator, supposed to be used to apply medication. But she worried that the jade utensil was too hard and would hurt his wound. After weighing it, she rejected the jade utensil and used her finger to dip into the ointment, very lightly and very gently smearing the medication for him.
His body stiffened. She worried that her finger was also hurting him, her movements becoming even lighter and gentler; because it was even more light and slow, it was only a long time later before she had covered the entire wound in medicine.
The wound was covered by the white ointment like a warm and smooth silk ribbon gliding across that strong back. Although it was no longer ugly, it was definitely still very painful, she thought, or why else would a thin layer of sweat still form on his back when she was applying the medicine for him, when her movements were clearly already that light and gentle? It was definitely from the pain.
Thinking this way, she placed one hand on his shoulder, very tenderly asking him in a soft voice: “Does it still hurt?” Without waiting for him to answer, she continued, “I’ll blow on it for you.” As she spoke she leaned over slightly, her other hand pressing against the bare skin near the wound. Her lips drew closer, lightly blowing on the wound covered in medicine.
She felt that body sitting upright tremble slightly.
“Does it still hurt?” Her heart ached for him, but she could not think of another way to relieve his pain. Her right hand pressed on his back unconsciously stroked downward, her lips moving to the lower part of the wound, “Then I’ll blow on it for you again.”
It was when that warm breath swept over the wound on Dijun’s back again that her hand placed on Dijun’s left shoulder was suddenly grabbed. Before she could react, her arm was violently tugged on, and the next moment, she was already half-lying on Dijun’s lap, held firmly in his arms.
The maiden raised her head uncomprehendingly, looking at the young man whose gaze was lowered to her with deep eyes. When his right hand on the back of her head forced her to face him, she finally reacted: his stiffening and trembling just before, were actually not due to pain. Her face was like a maple leaf covered in frost, suddenly turning red: “I- I wasn’t…” She wanted to defend herself, that she was really very earnestly applying medicine for him just before, that she wasn’t deliberately trying to seduce him. But the words hadn’t been fully spoken yet when he had already lowered his head and kissed her.
A very deep kiss. A very long kiss.
After he released her, his eyes remained closed, his forehead pressed against her forehead. Under his kiss, her entire body heated up, her mind also dazed, but still remembering to defend herself, she whispered: “I didn’t want…”
He smiled faintly, his eyes still closed: “Mmm, it’s not you who wants it, it’s me who wants it.”
His response made her feel bashful. Lightly biting her lower lip, she raised her hand wanting to place it on his shoulder, wrapping around his neck. But when her gaze fell on his carved jade shoulder, she suddenly remembered his wound. She froze for a moment. When she recovered, thinking that she shouldn’t allow the wound be strained, she immediately tried to get off of him. Sensing her movement, he opened his eyes, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly lifted her and stood up. She was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
Just a few steps.
A few steps later was the jade bed.
The Holy Blue Sea had already entered nighttime. All was still and silent. Although there were light pearls to illuminate the bedchamber, the shells holding the light pearls were half-closed, the light emitted faint and soft. It was not very bright, casting a layer of dim haziness over the chamber.
The maiden was placed in a pile of soft quilts. The next moment, the young man had leaned over and pressed down on top of her. Blood rushing to her face, she immediately guessed what might happen next. “Your injuries…” The man’s forehead pressed against hers. As though he thought that she was adorable for still worrying about his injuries at this time, he smiled. “It’s nothing.” Then he caressed her lips, and in the curtains’ faint and hazy light, kissed her again.
Outside the bedchamber, Fei Wei stopped Bai Gungun, who had excitedly rushed here to see his father when he’d heard that Dijun had come back.
Fei Wei also really didn’t know how he should explain to young Gungun that he couldn’t enter the room right now, and not just right now, but perhaps not for the entire night. Just as he was racking his brain, he saw Gungun’s look of contemplation. “Is father helping Jiujiu make up lessons again?”
Fei Wei froze for a moment. “Ma- make up lessons?”
Gungun nodded. “This kind of thing is very normal. A lot of the time, when I go to look for Jiujiu at night, brother Zhonglin always says that father is helping Jiujiu make up her lessons and that I can’t disturb them.” He let out a helpless sigh. “Then Jiujiu’s Fuzi is really too strict. If she can’t keep up with her schoolwork, she’ll be punished harshly by her Fuzi. Father helping her make up her lessons is very important. I understand it all.”
Fei Wei didn’t know how he should respond to these words and could only nod mechanically: “Mmm, yes, making up lessons is very important. It’s good that the little master understands.”
Gungun: “Mmm, then I won’t disturb father and Jiujiu’s hard work.” After speaking, he sensibly walked away.
With a complicated state of mind, Fei Wei watched Gungun’s small back disappear down the stone corridor. In that moment, he felt his conscience nagging at him…
On the horizon was a full icy moon.
Tonight was a full moon, tomorrow would be a good day.
Notes:
1: 助纣; this means ‘aided Zhou,’ it’s part of the idiom 助纣为虐 lit. aiding King Zhou in his tyrannical rule
2: 过河拆桥; idiom; lit. pull down the bridge after crossing the river; fig. burning bridges
3: 灵树; lit. spirit tree
4: 还搞什么弹劾; a note, this is like ‘what are you doing?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or ‘come on!’
5: 天崩地裂; idiom; lit. Heaven collapses and the Earth splits open
6: 贤兄; virtuous elder brother; Zheyan addresses Donghua as such as a way of showing respect
7: 喂了狗; lit. fed to the dogs
8: 佛跳墙; also ‘Buddha Jumps Over the Wall,’ a type of Fujian shark fin soup
UnluckyWhiteCat 
Thanks for the translation!!! ❤️❤️❤️
The last part was cute.. Fengjiu and Dijun 🤩
BGG is so innocent ah… believing what the adults telling him. 🤣
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I’m confused 😹😹 Dijun kissed who?? Fengjiu?? Cause I didn’t saw her name being mentioned when Dijun is taking a bath. I first thought that Dijun kissed Fei Wei, but if I understand well, he is a man, right? So Dijun is kissing Fengjiu??
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Yes, DH kissed FJ. When she enters the room, Fei Wei leaves, and the part where he kisses Fengjiu comes after Fei Wei has already left.
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