The feelings Ling Xian held toward Yun Wuji were extremely complex. On one hand, she was deeply impressed by his talent and strength, and more importantly, by his devastating looks. After all, what woman could remain unmoved by an appearance like his?
On the other hand, she saw the shadow of Mo Su in him. To her, the two shared many similarities. Both were incredibly talented, powerful, and good-looking, and both had close ties to Creation Gods. One was the son of a Creation God, while the other inherited the Profound Veins of one.
Spending time with Yun Wuji over the past half year, staying so close to him, talking with him, and especially feeling his soothing, gentle, calming Light Profound Energy when he treated her, she found herself relishing his considerate care. Even though he was merely being polite, it still stirred something inside her, leaving her both drawn to him and weighed down by guilt.
She felt ashamed, even disgusted with herself, for trying to view him as a substitute for her failed love.
Another thing that stopped her from facing her growing feelings was her own appearance.
Her appearance made her feel ashamed of even looking at Yun Wuji that way. Compared to his otherworldly looks, she was nothing more than an old, faded woman who would soon step into the grave.
"What happened? Am I dreaming?" Staring at her faint reflection on the glass window, Ling Xian saw her own face frozen in shock. "Lord Li Suo... it really was her!"
"Lord Li Suo... why?" Her lips trembled as she slowly raised her hand, touching the glass as if she were reaching for her own face.
Her original face, once etched with deep wrinkles like the rings of an ancient tree, the lines around her eyes and brows heavy with the marks of time, and her formerly cloudy eyes, were no longer there.
What replaced them was an exquisitely beautiful, breathtaking oval face and long phoenix eyes. Her originally white, gray hair turned a burning crimson, giving off the illusion of being bathed in crimson flames.
Soft hair, beautiful eyes, crescent-like eyebrows, cherry-like lips. No matter where one looked on her face, even the finest details were beautiful to the extreme. At the same time, she gave off a divine aura that made others instinctively want to submit and not dare offend her in the slightest.
"Is this really me?" Ling Xian touched her face and whispered again. It had been so long that she no longer remembered how she looked when she was young.
"But why? Why would someone like Lord Li Suo do this?" She turned around and walked upstairs, entering her room. There, she stood before the tall mirror, staring at her reflection, watching the changes with a confused expression.
Li Suo should be dead. All Creation Gods and the Devil Emperors should have long been dead. How did Li Suo survive? Why was she here? And why was she helping her?
In the past, her frail, old body had seemed lost in her crimson flowing dress. But now, after Li Suo's Divine Blessing, her figure had returned to its youthful peak, fuller and more vibrant.
Her dress clung to her body, revealing exquisite curves. Her breasts and hips were large and rounded, while her waist was slender and elegant.
Never had she thought that in the time she had left, she would feel such happiness, reclaiming the appearance she had willingly given up on long ago.
Staring at her reflection, taking in her figure and face for what felt like an eternity, Ling Xian finally muttered, "Is Lord Li Suo encouraging me?"
"What should I do?"
...
Above the clouds, silently observing Ling Xian's expressions and reactions, Li Suo felt that she was becoming more and more like Yun Wuji.
"Fortunately, my acting is not terrible," she thought to herself, habitually crossing her arms like Hei Xiaolian.
Earlier, when Yun Wuji had purposely taken Su Shang with him, along with Hua Qingying and Hua Caili, he did it to give Li Suo the opportunity to meet Ling Xian alone, to restore her appearance, and also to extend her lifespan.
From Yun Wuji's observation, he felt that Ling Xian already had feelings for him. However, what made her hesitate, or rather feel that she did not deserve anything even remotely close to that, were her past experiences and her appearance.
To eliminate these two obstacles at the same time, Yun Wuji asked for Li Suo's help. On one hand, she could restore Ling Xian's appearance and remove the first obstacle. On the other hand, she could encourage her. If it were anyone else, Ling Xian would not take them seriously, but if it were Li Suo, the most revered antity in the Universe after the Ancestral Goddess, it was an entirely different matter.
Ling Xian would feel that she now had the motive and the right, perhaps even the 'legitimacy', to pursue her love this time, because she had the support and encouragement of the Creation Goddess of Life, Li Suo.
How many True Gods throughout the entire history of the universe had ever received Li Suo's personal encouragement to pursue their happiness and love?
Furthermore, because of her regrets over her failed first love, she would try even harder and be far more persistent this time to make up for what she had lost.
"Why am I feeling pleased doing this?" Li Suo pondered over the subtle sense of happiness she felt from her success in her role. She wondered if this was how Hei Xiaolian felt whenever she assisted Yun Wuji in winning over more women.
Thinking that she was becoming not only similar to Yun Wuji but also to Hei Xiaolian, Li Suo's expression twisted. She really did not want to become even remotely like that rude, perverted Heavenly Spirit.
Shaking her head, Li Suo's figure blurred, and in the next moment, she vanished.
...
"Aunt, are you really okay with this?" Staring at the scene before her, Hua Caili couldn't help but nudge Hua Qingying and whisper in a low voice.
Before her, the woman she had always admired and respected, the one she used to call Aunt Su Shang, was leaning from behind the sofa, hugging Yun Wuji from behind and pressing her breasts against the back of his head. On his left and right clung two other women, equally beautiful, both staring at Yun Wuji with the same infatuated expression her aunt wore.
Hua Caili watched this, gritting her teeth in secret. Harem was not a strange concept for her. Heck, her father had tens of thousands of concubines and who knew how many thousands of children as well.
But when she realized that this man had not only taken her aunt Qingying's love and attention, but also showed no sign of cherishing it, she felt deeply uncomfortable. It was like a cuckold watching his wife being stolen by a man who already had a long line of other stolen wives clinging to him.
"What do you mean?" Hua Qingying glanced at her niece in confusion, wondering why she had been acting so strange since earlier. 'Perhaps she still hasn't accepted Wuji yet? Speaking of which, Caili doesn't even know what love truly is. No wonder she must be confused now.' She thought as she watched her niece pout angrily.
"Aunt, he is being so close with other women. Are you okay with this?" Hua Caili looked at her aunt in disbelief. She felt as if the woman before her was drastically different from the one she had always known. What happened to her aunt?
Her aunt was the first person in the entire history of the Abyss to ever become a True God through cultivation. And yet this man was flirting with other women right in front of her. Did he have no regard for her aunt at all?
Even if he wanted to take concubines, he should at least not touch them while he was with her aunt. That was the bare minimum!
"What's so strange about that?" Hua Qingying chuckled at her adorable expression and patted her head. "Wuji is always like this. You'll get used to it."
'Wait... would she even need to get used to it in the first place?' As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized they sounded strange. Why would Caili need to become used to how Wuji acted? It's not like she would be his woman someday in the future.
Right?
Right?!!!
"Little Caili, it seems that you are dissatisfied with me, right?" Yun Wuji spoke suddenly.
Hua Caili's whisper was soft, but everyone here was at least a Half-God. It was absurdly easy for them to hear her heartbeat, much less her whisper.
"Hmph! Don't call me little! I am not little!" Hua Caili snorted and looked away.
"Right, I heard that you were born 10,000 years ago, so in a sense you are much older than me." Yun Wuji touched his chin as if he had just realized something. "Since you are 10,000 years old, should I call you Granny Caili instead?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Yun Wuji felt a cold shiver run down his spine. 'Shit! I am screwed!'
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