"God of Wealth," Yang Xue turned around, a gentle smile on her face, her eyes softening. "Long time no see. You haven't changed a bit."
"But you've changed a lot," he said, looking at her intently. His eyes were full of light, different from his former infatuation, now filled with the joy and relief of an old friend. "You've been the biggest surprise and unexpected turn in the Three Realms in recent years."
What he didn't say was: You're also my surprise and unexpected turn.
"With your current strength, few in the Three Realms would dare to make things difficult for you. Why don't you show your true strength and live up to the title of Saint?" Zhao Gongming lowered his eyes, hiding the bitterness in his heart with a smile. "That way, you and Sun Wukong will avoid a lot of trouble in the future. No one would dare to stop your decisions."
Yang Xue blinked and gave a mischievous smile. "Take a guess?"
The God of Wealth's heart skipped a beat. He still couldn't resist her charm. For a moment, his selfish thoughts almost slipped out.
"You..."
"There you are," Yang Jian strode over and stood between them, chest out, looking imposing. "Aren't you afraid of making Sun Wukong jealous?"
Yang Xue looked up at his obvious attempt to hide his feelings and teased, "Lord Yang, are you jealous?"
"... " Yang Jian's pupils dilated suddenly. His ears turned red instantly. He stared straight ahead stiffly, not daring to move a muscle for fear of revealing his feelings.
"What?" The God of Wealth frowned. "Yang Xue, you're misusing words. There are a lot of people outside. I'll go and check."
With that, he strode away, his back straight and his steps steady.
But Yang Xue saw sharply that a few pieces of gold had accidentally fallen out of the God of Wealth's pocket and were rolling on the ground. The golden color was really appealing.
"Oops, the God of Wealth is so careless. They're mine now." With a wave of her hand, the gold fell into her pocket.
Yang Jian snorted. "You're so greedy for money. Do you still need these few taels of gold?"
"Yeah, I'm different from you. You're after the whole God of Wealth. Of course you don't need these few coins." Yang Xue walked past him sourly and gently patted his arm. "Come on. I wish you all the best. If you can really win over the God of Wealth, you'll be the richest man in the world."
"... " Yang Jian was speechless. He wracked his brains for a retort, his face flushing slightly.
His heroic face showed a hint of embarrassment. He turned around stiffly, looking at her back and retorting, "Stop talking nonsense!"
"Hahaha, don't be shy. It's only human nature." She seemed to think of something and stopped, saying seriously, "Love is sacred. It doesn't need a reason and can cross races and genders. No matter who you fall in love with, I sincerely wish you happiness."
"... " The handsome expression on Lord Yang's face finally relaxed. His beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Yang Xue waved her hand behind her and was about to go find Sun Wukong.
"Wait. Someone wants to see you." Lord Yang cursed himself inwardly. He almost forgot the important thing.
...
After Sun Wukong settled his master, he couldn't find Yang Xue when he went out.
He was extremely worried. He flew over the Lion Camel Ridge and finally saw her in front of a waterfall.
He quickly flew to her side. "Xue'er."
Yang Xue turned around. "Great Sage, why are you here?"
"I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye again!" Sun Wukong pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "The God of Wealth is here. You're not going to change your mind and go with him, are you?"
Hearing his dejected tone, Yang Xue said helplessly, "Great Sage, do you really think I'm the kind of person who is fickle?"
"Of course not," he said, lowering his head to kiss her on the cheek. "But my wife is so charming. It's inevitable that some people will have thoughts about you."
Yang Xue couldn't help laughing. She never thought Sun Wukong could be so cute.
He could be clingy and say sweet words. He just didn't show it usually.
"Xue'er, are you hiding something from me?" Sun Wukong said casually. His deep voice struck a chord in her heart, making her feel at ease.
Yang Xue looked up. "Why do you say that?"
Lying in his arms, she took a deep breath and found that the Great Sage had quietly changed into a scented robe. He was really a vain Great Sage.
"If you're really a Saint, will you leave me one day?" His voice was unusually gentle. He rubbed his cheek against her hair. His eyes were full of indescribable sadness, with reluctance and helplessness.
"Huh?" Yang Xue looked up and saw the strong emotions in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a slight pain.
She hugged him tightly, her voice soft. She nuzzled his chest like a spoiled child. "Great Sage, I'm not a Saint. No matter who I become in the future, I'll always be by your side. To be honest, I'm afraid that one day you'll find me troublesome and abandon me."
"Nonsense!" The Great Sage's voice got louder in his anxiety. Only after he had spoken did he realize he had been too excited. He quickly covered her ears. "Even if I have to be imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for another five hundred years, I'll be with you. If they don't agree, I'll fight them to the end and take you to roam the world."
He murmured softly, "I'm just afraid you'll suffer with me."
"What about your Flower-Fruit Mountain?" Yang Xue was very touched. She tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want the Great Sage to be imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain again. If it really doesn't work out, we can just not be together. But you're not allowed to do anything stupid. I'll be heartbroken. As long as we have hope, there's always a way out. Great Sage, you can't be impulsive. I don't want to implicate anyone."
Sun Wukong grabbed her shoulders with both hands, lowered his head, and got close to her eyes. He stared at her seriously. "What do you mean by implicating? Do you not trust me?"
Yang Xue shrank her neck slightly. He seemed to be angry.
She raised her hands and weakly suggested, "Great Sage, don't be angry. Let's discuss it properly. If one day someone forces us to separate, you can't be stupid and fall into their trap. I don't want to see you being manipulated by others."
"... " He moved his lips but didn't ask anything else. He just nodded gently. "Okay."
He tightened his fingers involuntarily. "Xue'er, that day will never come."
In the past three years, his strength had also made a breakthrough, but no one had noticed.
He used to be a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Now he had advanced two levels and broken through to the realm of Immortal Lord.
He hoped that one day when faced with a choice, he could better protect the people he wanted to protect.
...
Yang Xue didn't know what a Saint was. Just hearing the word sounded mysterious and unattainable, let alone being associated with it.
Although she understood that being a Saint was a realm, she had always suppressed her abilities and was reluctant to break through that realm because she wasn't ready yet.
She had stayed in the nameless cave of Patriarch Bodhi, in that utopia, for three years before gradually accepting her identity. She was indeed what they called - a Saint.
But this Saint was different from the others...