2 Fusang (Part Two)

It was a spring day.
A spring day when green plums were like beans and willows like eyebrows.
Several sword boats returning from the wasteland had just entered the Ninth Heaven when a radiant light flew from the heavenly ruin and gracefully descended onto Bai Su’s sword boat.

The visitor was clad in pure white crimson gauze, her hair styled in a lofty celestial bun, waist bound by a crimson-purple cloud-patterned sash, her flowing robes ethereal, her appearance exquisitely elegant and serene.

This was Fusang’s first—and only—encounter with Imperial Princess Kui Tan.

Kui Tan, renowned as the most beautiful woman of the Heavenly Realm, was a perfect match for Bai Su. Both clad in white purer than snow, exuding an aloof and unworldly aura.

Though it was their first meeting, Fusang felt a strange and profound sense of familiarity toward Kui Tan.

She did not know where this feeling came from.

As the east wind blew, Fusang heard Kui Tan call out coldly, “Bai Su.”

For once, Bai Su inside the sword boat lost his usual composure. He stared fixedly at Kui Tan, his normally tranquil eyes rippling with rare emotion.

After a moment, he softly responded with a hum, a faint smile flickering at the corner of his lips.

Then, as if recalling something, his gaze shifted toward Fusang. Kui Tan followed his eyes and looked over as well. The warriors on both sword boats held their breath and also turned their gazes to Fusang.

Fusang: “...”

Although there had been some unruly rumors between her and Bai Su over the past twenty thousand years, it was unnecessary for a goddess by his side to come and watch her reaction.

While amused, Fusang keenly sensed something unusual in Kui Tan’s gaze: a mixture of mild surprise, doubt, and incomprehension.

They had never met before, yet Kui Tan’s look suggested she recognized Fusang and was genuinely surprised to see her here.

The next moment, Bai Su calmly introduced Fusang:
“Kui Tan, this is Fusang, High Deity of Southern Huai Heaven, protector of the Sacred Tree of Life and Death.”

As if sharing a silent understanding, Imperial Princess Kui Tan’s expression cleared, as if clouds parted before her eyes. She nodded lightly at Fusang and said, “Heavenly Ruin, Kui Tan.”

The divine descendants were increasingly sparse. Emperor Ying Mian of Heaven had only two children: Crown Prince Shao Yu and Imperial Princess Kui Tan.

As an imperial princess, Kui Tan’s status in the Ninth Heaven was exalted; her name could not be casually spoken.

Yet Bai Su called her simply “Kui Tan,” not “Imperial Princess Kui Tan.”

Fusang had known him for thirty thousand years, and he had never once called her by her personal name. At first, it was “Young Deity Fusang,” then “High Deity Fusang.”

Never just “Fusang.”

At that moment, Fusang finally understood something. She belatedly realized the meaning behind the warriors’ gazes toward her.

The wind blew outside the sword boat. She clasped her hands in a respectful salute and smiled faintly:
“Southern Huai Heaven, Fusang.”

—

The first meeting between Fusang and Imperial Princess Kui Tan could be called amicable. The unruly rumors about her and Bai Su over the past twenty thousand years faded away like smoke with Kui Tan’s awakening.

It was only after Kui Tan awoke that Fusang learned of the little-known bonds between Bai Su and Kui Tan.

Their mother goddesses were close friends. From childhood, they studied the Dao together in the Heavenly Ruin, then practiced swordsmanship under the Jade Pavilion Heavenly Lord in Northern Ying Heaven.

In mortal terms, they were childhood sweethearts. Had Kui Tan not fallen into an inexplicable slumber thirty thousand years ago, they would have long since been united in marriage.

If asked whether Fusang had ever harbored feelings for Bai Su, the answer was certainly yes.

In many of the paths her life took, Bai Su’s presence was indelible.

He awakened her from icy darkness, led her out of the Abyssal Waters, personally taught her the Dao formula sword technique, took her to the wasteland to train, fighting side by side for twenty thousand years.

But that affection was not enough to make her seize another’s love or break a marriage bond. After all, as the youngest High Deity and War Lord of the Ninth Heaven, she must not lose her dignity.

Over the next twenty thousand years, Fusang and Bai Su had little contact. Had it not been for that one time with the blood, the rumors between them would never have been revived.

—

Fusang still clenched her fists and sighed bitterly when recalling that blood.

It happened about ten thousand years ago. She returned from the wasteland severely wounded, and upon entering the Ninth Heaven, she coughed up a mouthful of blood before many eyes.

That very day, Bai Su and Imperial Princess Kui Tan sealed their marital pact and announced it throughout the Ninth Heaven.

Strictly speaking, Fusang coughed up blood first and then learned of their alliance. But the immortals, proud of their sharp eyes, were certain she bled from a broken heart.

Thus, the rumor spread across the twenty-seven Immortal Realms and Ninth Heaven that High Deity Fusang, unable to win love, was heartbroken upon learning that War God Bai Su and Imperial Princess Kui Tan had wed, shedding tears of blood.

“Do the war generals of Northern Ying Heaven not know why the High Deity coughed blood that day?!” Under the Tree of Life and Death, Fuli clenched the white jade bottle in her hand, pouring the spirit elixir with such force that the fragrant liquid seemed to seethe with killing intent.

Fusang rubbed her forehead, thinking that if she didn’t find something for Fuli to do soon, she might storm off to Northern Ying Heaven tomorrow. She pushed open the door and strode over to the Tree of Life and Death.

Fuli’s face instantly brightened upon seeing her, hurriedly gathering the jade bottle and cheerfully saying, “High Deity, you’re finally awake!”

Fusang smiled gently: “Mm, you and Manshuang take some things to Little Ci Mountain. I’ll have Xiao Chu send you.”

Little Ci Mountain was in Yihuang Heaven, which lay in the Western Fourth Layer—a heaven where many demon lords dwelled, commonly called the Demon Realm.

Living in Little Ci Mountain was He Jing, the foremost disciple of the current Demon Lord, Ghost Kui Heavenly Lord. Given He Jing’s status in Yihuang Heaven, she surely had received invitations from both.

Fuli, curious, asked, “High Deity, will He Jing go to Northern Ying Heaven tomorrow?”

Fusang said nothing of He Jing’s plans but tapped Fuli’s forehead and smiled: “Go ask her yourself in Yihuang Heaven.”

Then she tossed a token to Manshuang:
“A few promising talents have arrived in the Immortal Realm. Once things here settle, you personally select six upper immortals to nurture well, so they can soon occupy positions like Ting Yu’s.”

In the past, High Deity Fusang had nine Heavenly Generals, thirty-six Immortal Generals, and thousands of heavenly soldiers who accompanied her to cleanse the wasteland.

Ting Yu was one of the thirty-six Immortal Generals.

Though an Immortal General who ascended from the mortal realm, her power surpassed born divine beings like Fuli and Manshuang. If nothing untoward happened, in a mere ten to twenty thousand years, Ting Yu would transcend her limits and become a deity after overcoming heavenly tribulations and slaying the Three Corpses.

But four thousand seven hundred and sixty years ago, an accident occurred.

An ancient battlefield long buried resurfaced. Shiguo High Deity of the Heavenly Ruin, wielding the Heavenly Ruin Token, led hundreds of warriors and nearly ten thousand heavenly soldiers to the wasteland.

That battle claimed the lives of six Immortal Generals, all from Southern Huai Heaven.

When Ting Yu and the others departed, Fuli and Manshuang never imagined these summoned Immortal Generals would all perish, returning only six broken swords and a Southern Wood Token.

Three years after the six broken swords were returned, High Deity Fusang emerged from seclusion, carrying the broken swords to issue a battle challenge to Shiguo High Deity, whose strength ranked among the top twenty-seven High Deities of the Heavenly Ruin, at the Thunder Punishment Platform.

The Thunder Punishment Platform lay within the Thunder Marshes of the Fang Tian Stele realm, a place in the Ninth Heaven designated for punishment and settling grudges among the divine. Each year, hundreds of grievances were resolved there.

In the divine realm, grudges settled on the Thunder Punishment Platform could result in injury, crippling, even disfigurement unrecognizable to one’s divine parents or sacred beasts—but never death.

Any death incurred there would invite the wrath of the Fang Tian Stele’s ninety-nine and eighty-one divine thunder strikes.

Few divine beings could withstand the power of eighty-one divine thunders. And if a divine fell, there was no reincarnation. Thus, no god dared kill another at the risk of obliteration.

Throughout the ten-thousand-year history of the Heavenly Realm, those who dared kill gods on the Thunder Punishment Platform numbered fewer than a handful.

Both Fusang and Shiguo were formidable High Deities. Their battle was naturally tumultuous, shaking heaven and earth, causing the winds and clouds to shift. Fusang not only severely wounded and crippled Shiguo but accidentally killed him on the Thunder Punishment Platform, then endured the eighty-one divine thunder strikes herself.

When she descended from the platform, her blue robes were soaked in blood, her true spirit on the verge of collapse.

Manshuang clearly remembered that when Ting Yu left for the Heavenly Ruin, Fusang handed her the Southern Wood Token.

The bearer of the Southern Wood Token was protected as if the War Lord of Southern Huai Heaven had personally arrived. The newly revealed ancient battlefield was perilous and unpredictable. Fusang’s gesture was to prevent Ting Yu and the others from becoming expendable pawns.

Manshuang once thought Fusang was being overly cautious, but when the six broken swords returned, she realized her error.

Therefore, even though Fusang’s wounds had not healed, she emerged from seclusion to issue a battle challenge, proclaiming to all heavens that Southern Huai Heaven’s grievances would be avenged, and blood debts repaid in kind!

—

“Xiao Chu is getting impatient. You should go; the things to be delivered are with him.” Fusang raised her chin slightly, signaling Manshuang and Fuli to board the three azure birds circling above.

Fuli and Manshuang reluctantly stepped onto the backs of the three azure birds. With a loud cry, the birds spread their massive wings and flew westward.

The brisk spring wind howled past. Fuli and Manshuang glanced back once. Under the Tree of Life and Death, Fusang’s pale face was tilted slightly upward, a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

But Fuli and Manshuang could not smile.

Since emerging, the High Deity seemed... even weaker.

Even the Tree of Life and Death had not sprouted new branches or leaves for a long time, appearing as if it were dying.

The High Deity was the protector of the Tree of Life and Death; their fates were intertwined. When she was grievously wounded on the Thunder Punishment Platform, the tree lost all its leaves in an instant, its vitality nearly extinguished.

“Manshuang, when do you think the High Deity’s wounds will heal? The tree has been withered for over four thousand years. Despite daily tending the soil and pouring spirit elixir, there’s no sign of recovery. I’m truly afraid, really afraid...”

Fuli’s face was filled with worry. The High Deity now looked only slightly better than when she descended from the Thunder Punishment Platform. No, actually that day...

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