But why did she feel so miserable that she wanted to cry?
She was still clearly the only disciple of her master.
"Father just told me that he's going to distribute new spiritual seedlings to other clans. I'll go and help," she said.
After leaving the mountaintop, seeing the phoenix flowers in the courtyard, Yaohua couldn't help but touch the phoenix - flower hairpin on her head.
Maybe she should go to the Celestial Realm and take a look?
The little yellow chicken had been in the Godly Tombs for so long. Her master must not know about it yet.
Thinking of this, Yaohua immediately made up her mind.
She thought justifiably, "The Godly Tombs are filled with a heavy aura of evil. Although the little yellow chicken accidentally swallowed the inner core of the Paoxiao, it's still just a mortal body with little cultivation. Moreover, I promised the little yellow chicken that I would go find it with my master. How could I break my promise?"
The magnificent body of the phoenix soared into the sky. Holding her master's token, Yaohua quietly arrived at the Cangling Hall.
"God Chongming, look. Isn't this flower beautiful?"
Coincidentally, as soon as she entered the back hall, she heard an unfamiliar female voice.
Yaohua concealed her figure and silently looked over.
A purple - clad woman was lying on her master's lap with her back to Yaohua. She was holding her hairpin with both hands, and a bright phoenix flower was tucked behind her ear.
Presumably, this was the Princess Zhuying, Xilan, that the Flower God had mentioned.
Her master's eyebrows were gentle, like a pool of spring water just thawed from ice and snow.
Yaohua had never seen him look so gentle towards another fairy.
"Beautiful," he said.
She had heard that Xilan was extremely beautiful. Her master never liked to tell lies. His sincere praise was just stating the fact.
But even so, Yaohua's heart couldn't help but sink. Her injured throat had long since healed, so why did it still hurt so much now?
"Then let me tuck one behind the God's ear too," Xilan said.
Xilan carefully tucked the flower behind Chongming's ear, and her master actually let her do it.
Yaohua felt sad in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but look in that direction.
Apart from that one time in Henan Prefecture when she accidentally saw her master wearing black, her master always dressed in white, looking dignified, noble, and serious. He was like the moon on a snow - capped mountain, a flower on a high peak, inviolable.
But at this moment, the bright and juicy phoenix flower behind his ear was like a ball of fire, revealing his handsomeness hidden beneath his calm face.
Yaohua was actually a bit dazed.
"Don't be naughty," her master said with a helpless smile on his face. He reached out and took off the flower, and a look of indulgence appeared between his eyebrows.
"The God is so good - looking. He should wear other colors," Xilan said.
"Little Zhuying, I'm a god. You shouldn't be so frivolous," Chongming said.
"No, the God's majesty doesn't depend on what he wears," Xilan couldn't help but laugh. "Other immortals may need to pay attention to such things, but the God doesn't."
Yaohua nodded subconsciously.
Her master was born good - looking. It was indeed a pity that he only wore white clothes all day long.
But as soon as she realized that it was Xilan who said this, Yaohua felt a bit sad.
Her master not only called Xilan "Little Zhuying" but also allowed her to tuck a flower in his hair and even smiled indulgently at her. He had never been so doting on his own disciple.
Was it really because he wanted to marry Xilan?
"You're right," Chongming nodded. "I was being narrow - minded."
"The God is not narrow - minded at all," Xilan leaned in front of him, looking at him with a beaming look in her eyes. "The God has the world in his heart and places the well - being of all sentient beings above everything else. He's not the kind of person who pays attention to such trivial details."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Chongming carefully for a while and then slowly stood up. "I almost forgot. I prepared some immortal soup for the God. Please wait for me for a while, God."
Xilan lifted her skirt and skipped away.
Yaohua stepped out from behind the pillar.
Her master was sitting on a chair. The peach blossoms behind him were fluttering down, and a thin layer of pink snow had accumulated on his head and shoulders.
"Come out," he said.
Maybe Yaohua's gaze was too intense, or maybe her cultivation was too low. Chongming instantly distinguished the unfamiliar aura in the air that didn't belong to the Cangling Hall.
Yaohua came here just to see her master. Hearing his voice at this moment, she gradually revealed her figure.
"Master," she said.
She was in a low mood, and even her eyebrows looked a bit gloomy.
Chongming's gaze gradually fell from the mark hidden between her eyebrows to her lips. It paused for a moment but then quickly shifted away.
"The God - Lord has ordered you not to enter the Celestial Realm. Why are you still so disobedient?"
Yaohua had thought of all the things her master might say to her, but she never expected him to say this.
"I... I just wanted to come and see you, Master," she said.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yaohua's heart skipped a beat. Her master was so intelligent. Would he notice something different about her?
That kiss...
No, that expedient measure of feeding the medicine. Her master should not know about it, right?
"Master, how's your injury..."
"Since you've seen me, go back," he interrupted her.
When had her master ever interrupted her with such a cold tone?
Yaohua was stunned again. Her mind was in a complete mess, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly remembered the excuse she had come up with.
"Master, the little yellow chicken went to the Godly Tombs with me and is now trapped inside. I... I want to ask if you have any way to save it out," she said.
Chongming lowered his eyes. He calculated with his fingers, and his expression was far from good.
"The little yellow chicken has its own fortune. Let things take their natural course," he said.
"But I've already made a promise to it..."
Her words were silenced by the sharp look her master suddenly gave her.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
Chongming withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "Go back first."
"Master!" Yaohua took two more steps forward. "How's your injury?"
"The God's injury will be taken care of by me," a voice suddenly came from behind, making Yaohua's heart feel as if it had been stabbed by an ice pick.
She sniffed and lowered her head to look at her toes. All she could think about was, "Master has a mistress now. He'll never smile at me like he used to."
Amid the faint fragrance, Xilan slowly walked up to the God's side. "God, would you like to have a taste?"
Yaohua's attention was all on her master. Hearing him take the immortal soup from Xilan, she could already picture him drinking it in her mind.
"What do you think of it, God?" Xilan asked.
"Very good," he replied.
Xilan must really like her master. Yaohua heard her let out a sigh of relief.
"If I remember correctly, the God - Lord has already banished you from the Celestial Realm," Xilan's voice pulled the absent - minded Yaohua back. "Yaohua, you came here without the God - Lord's summons. Don't implicate the God."
Yaohua's heart was cut like a knife. Most of her master's injuries were because of her.
Xilan was right. She really shouldn't have come here.
With Xilan taking care of her master, what did she have to worry about?
"I'll leave right away," she said. But even so, Yaohua didn't move for a long time.
"I'll see you out," Xilan said with a gentle smile.
Yaohua looked at her master hesitantly.
Her master was lowering his eyes, holding the immortal soup in his hand. He was calm, as if he didn't care about what was going on here at all.