After Tongtian left, Yuan Heng continued to lie flat, finding great peace in entering secluded meditation, sleeping, sunbathing, and playing with her two little attendants.
About two thousand years later, an invitation and a message drifted over from Mount Kunlun.
Dijun was going to marry the two sisters, Xihe and Changxi, from the Lunar Star. Tongtian mentioned that because the people of the Demon Court could not find Fangzhang Island, Baize, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages, had asked them to help deliver the invitation.
Yuan Heng: (´-﹏-`；)
Cough, cough. Her home's concealment was simply too good; without her invitation, outsiders could not find Fangzhang Island at all.
Yuan Heng took a closer look and found that the wedding was in three thousand years, which plunged her into deep thought.
Inviting everyone three thousand years in advance? That was very sincere.
Yuan Heng thought about it. The senior brothers of the Three Pure Ones would go, Senior Sister Nuwa would definitely go, and not to mention the two senior brothers from the West—they would surely attend to enjoy the feast.
In that case, she should also join in the fun.
At this thought, Yuan Heng instructed her two young attendants to pick some gifts from the garden to prepare the wedding gift in advance.
Walking through the sea of flowers in front of the palace, she could hear the laughter of her attendants from afar... Why did she feel just a tiny bit lonely?
As expected, she was still too idle.
Hmm... Why not pack up and visit her master?
Yuan Heng went to her garden herself to pick a basket of fruit for Hongjun. After thinking for a moment, she picked a smaller one, planning to bring it to the two little ones, Haotian and Yaochi.
She also brought along the things she had personally refined before, which were originally intended for her master, thinking she would give them to him together.
After everything was ready, Yuan Heng gave some instructions to Ling Nü and Susu. Then, she looked toward the distant horizon, her eyes curving like crescents and the corners of her mouth turning up uncontrollably. “Master, your disciple misses you very much. I want to see you~”
Hongjun: (*￣︶￣)
What was there left to say? My disciple, come to the Purple Heaven Palace for a chat.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Heng was already inside the Purple Heaven Palace. She could not help but sigh with emotion. As expected of her master, he had brought her over with just a wave of his hand.
Hongjun had seated himself on the dais at some point. He lowered his gaze to look at his disciple, his expression full of gentleness. “My disciple, have you been well since we last met?”
Yuan Heng: !!!
When did Master get there?
Yuan Heng cupped her hands and bowed with a sweet smile. “Master, your disciple is naturally well.”
“And you, Master? Has your cultivation been exhausting? How have you been lately?”
Hongjun nodded and beckoned to her.
Yuan Heng happily approached and sat down on the futon beside him, her eyes filled with deep affection and respect. “Master, it has been a really long time.”
“My longing for you is like a surging river, completely unstoppable...”
“By the way, Master, your disciple also brought you some gifts this time. Though they are not very precious, they were all personally refined by me to help keep you entertained...”
Yuan Heng then casually pulled out the basket of fruit she had picked. “Master, these are from my garden, just a little snack for you...”
“Master, I have mastered all the methods you taught me, and my cultivation has even broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm...”
“...”
Yuan Heng chirped away, chattering non-stop. Hongjun listened with great interest, occasionally replying with a word or two.
“My disciple is very thoughtful...”
“Then I shall accept them...”
“My disciple possesses extraordinary talent...”
“Excellent...”
After chatting for a long time, Yuan Heng looked up at her master. She felt that the aura surrounding him was becoming increasingly elusive. A mighty figure of the Dao-Merging Realm was truly terrifyingly powerful.
With a smile plastered on her small face, she looked around and asked curiously, “Eh? Master, why don't I see Haotian and Yaochi?”
“The two of them are in the backyard.”
Yuan Heng nodded understandingly. “Oh, I see.”
Hongjun looked at her and waved his hand. “My disciple, go and play with them on your own.”
Yuan Heng nodded and bowed as she stood up. “Alright, Master. Then your disciple will take her leave first.”
Cough, cough... To be honest, this was the first time she realized she could be such a chatterbox. How could an immortal have so much to say?
She was worried her master would find her annoying. Sigh... Better make a strategic retreat.
After Yuan Heng left the grand hall, Hongjun happily put away the items she had specially brought for him, the smile on his face impossible to suppress.
Finding no one else in the Purple Heaven Palace to talk to, he could only share his joy with the Heavenly Dao.
“My disciple is always thinking of this old Daoist. My heart is deeply comforted.”
“My disciple is truly exceptionally gifted, reaching the Quasi-Saint realm so quickly. Truly remarkable.”
“Sigh... The Primordial World is perilous, yet my disciple's mind is still too pure. Truly worrying...”
Heavenly Dao: “...”
Crazy.
The busy Heavenly Dao, or rather, the Eye of Law, recovered from its initial shock and gave Hongjun—who had transformed into a total disciple-braggart—a very humanlike, massive eye-roll before turning and leaving without looking back.
Hongjun: (ᗜ ˰ ᗜ)
Humph~ The Heavenly Dao is definitely jealous of me.
Sigh, it is all because this old Daoist is simply too outstanding as an immortal, and even took in such an outstanding disciple.
It is normal, quite normal. He could completely understand~
Yuan Heng was already quite familiar with the backyard of the Purple Heaven Palace. When she arrived, Haotian and Yaochi were watering their master's garden.
“Haotian, Yaochi~”
The two little ones turned around at the sound of her voice and looked closely, their voices filled with pleasant surprise. “Little Senior Sister!”
“Yes, yes, it's me! I missed Master, so I came to visit him. Master told me to come play with you~”
Yuan Heng raised her hand and handed them the fruit basket she had prepared for the two of them. “Here, a gift for you.”
The two little ones reached out and took it. Yuan Heng casually took the water ladle from Haotian's hand and began mindlessly watering the garden.
“Thank you, Little Senior Sister.”
Haotian and Yaochi looked at the precious treasures inside the basket, their small faces completely filled with joy.
Their incredibly generous Little Senior Sister had come to find their master, yet she had not forgotten to bring gifts for the two of them... Sob, Senior Sister was truly too kind.
Yuan Heng waved her hand casually. “Oh, why be so polite? It's nothing.”
After watering another clump of spiritual herbs, Yuan Heng took the two little ones to play.
They sat in the pavilion where they used to play cards together. The two little ones happily ate the spiritual fruits, while Yuan Heng leaned on the table, supporting her cheek with one hand as she watched them.
“Has Master been well over these past ten thousand years?”
Haotian thought about it, pausing his fruit-eating. “Master is in secluded meditation most of the time. Yaochi and I do not get to see him very often either.”
Oh... Then he must be very busy.
Yaochi added, “Occasionally, once or twice, we can still see Master coming out to get some fresh air.”
Yuan Heng nodded thoughtfully. “I see.”
What a hard-working master.
Hongjun: ᗜ֊ᗜ
Why does my disciple still ask about this old Daoist's recent situation even when she goes out to play with Haotian and Yaochi?
Truly thoughtful~
Yuan Heng stayed in the Purple Heaven Palace for a long time. Whenever she felt a bit bored, she would drag Haotian and Yaochi along to work on more inventions.
This time, she directed her sights toward the culinary arts.
However... the results probably were not very good. Yuan Heng stared at the incapacitated Haotian and Yaochi, falling into deep thought.
Uh... She had better not feed this to her master.
Hongjun: “...”
There is absolutely no need, my dear disciple.
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