You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 462: The truth about Jiekong's life experience (2 in 1 order)

Deep within the palace of the Qingqiu King's residence lay a secluded and elegant courtyard, its emerald green pond winding through its winding paths, its surface shimmering with crimson waves. Outside a corridor surrounded by rockery, cushions were scattered in an orderly fashion, where Zhong Wuye, Mingjue, and the others sat respectfully. Across the pond sat a woman of exquisite beauty and unparalleled grace.

She was Dongfang Hongyu, the queen of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. Her every move exuded a charming, ethereal aura. She smiled at Jie Kong, her expression like that of a gentle and caring elder sister.

"Jiekong, there has actually been such a connection between you and me for a long time, but you have been kept in the dark." Dongfang Hongyu opened her red lips slightly and slowly uttered a few words.

Jie Kong looked puzzled, twirling the hem of his robe with his hands, without saying a word.

"Your mother, Dongfang Wan'er, is actually my biological sister," Hongyu said softly. "She has possessed rare spiritual roots and extraordinary talent since she was a child. As she reached adulthood, her cultivation level has advanced by leaps and bounds. She will soon be qualified to wear mourning clothes and go to the human world to gain experience."

As she spoke, she stretched out her pink arms slightly, and a trace of nostalgia and reluctance flashed in her clear eyes.

"But who knew she was having an affair with a young man from a noble family and gave birth to you." She paused, her expression dimming for a moment. "She violated the rules of our Nine-Tailed Clan and angered the Sky Fox Saint."

"Later, she was punished and banished to the mortal world. She was just an ordinary human." Hongyu sighed softly at this. "It's so pitiful. She fell in love with that young man with all her heart, but in the end, she could only live in the humiliating life of a concubine in the mortal world."

She looked at Jiekong, who had a painful expression on his face, and slowly shook her head.

"Jiekong, your mother, as Consort Chen in the Great Abyss Imperial City, was isolated and powerless, enduring constant scorn and bullying. Yet, she still gave birth to you wholeheartedly, demonstrating how much she longed for you."

When Jiekong heard this, he was stunned and seemed unable to accept these shocking words.

"Twenty years ago, on the night Emperor Yongping was born at the same time as you, a shocking conspiracy unfolded!" Dongfang Hongyu's expression grew serious. "The Empress Garona was a cunning demon. To ensure her son, Emperor Yongping, could ascend the throne smoothly, she gathered a group of trusted eunuchs and murdered your mother, Dongfang Wan'er, with poisoned wine!"

Hearing this, Zhong Wuye and the others couldn't help but gasp. Jie Kong's fists were already tightly clenched into fists, and his eyes were glaring at Hong Yu. But Hong Yu just smiled slightly and continued speaking.

"And what's even more terrifying is that they actually slandered you, a baby, as a 'disaster for the nation,' and had the imperial guards carry you out of the imperial city and abandon you in another place!" Her face grew increasingly grim. "If the abbot of Tzu Chi Temple hadn't rescued you, you'd be nowhere to be found now."

"I saw it with my own eyes. When the emperor was seriously ill, he was asked by someone to make you the crown prince. Who would have thought that the people in Dayuan Palace were such a bunch of ruthless people!"

Dongfang Hongyu said this and finally couldn't help but punched the pond hard, splashing water everywhere and a few red blushes splashed on her heroic face.

"Alas, poor Wan'er, what sin did she commit to deserve such a fate?" After a long while, she finally regained some of her composure and sighed softly, "Jiekong, did you hear that? This is your life story!"

Jiekong was obviously immersed in extreme pain, his whole body was shaking violently and tears were streaming down his face.

"Okay, Jiekong, don't be too sad." Dongfang Hongyu comforted her softly, "I came to pick you up personally because I want you to no longer be homeless and get everything that belongs to you."

She smiled faintly, stood up, and waved her robe gracefully.

"Our Celestial Clan's Thirty-Six Caves and the Heavenly Palace Treasure Pavilion are all waiting for you, our in-laws, to take the throne. You and I are one family, and I will accept you, my nephew, as my son-in-law."

"From now on, you are the legitimate heir of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan."

As she spoke, Dongfang Hongyu stepped forward, cupped Jiekong's face in her hands, and whispered something in his ear. Jiekong simply nodded blankly, the grief and anger on his face gradually subsiding.

"Let's go, let's go back to the cave." Hongyu smiled slightly, turned around and waved. Suddenly, a group of servants behind her brought out a huge bronze mirror, emitting a strange golden light.

At this moment, Zhong Wuye hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jie Kong's other hand.

"Jiekong, do you really want to go back?!"

She looked at Jiekong with a serious expression.

"I want to see the place where I was born." Jiekong said silently.

……

The memorial service took place in the early morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten.

In the quiet and vast cemetery, a slender snow-white cenotaph stands surrounded by lush green trees, like a blooming white lotus bud, beautiful and eye-catching.

Jie Kong walked slowly to the tomb alone, standing with his hands hanging down. At this moment, his deep eyes were almost shrouded in deep sadness.

He gently picked up the white silk shirt in his hands, looking at the exquisite floral pattern embroidered on it, and his mind flashed back to the gentle and elegant face of his mother, Dongfang Wan'er. Perhaps it was the dress she often wore when she was Concubine Chen in the imperial palace.

"Mother," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, as if filled with a thousand feelings of helplessness and sorrow, "did you suffer humiliation and torment during your life in that human world?"

Jiekong slowly squatted down and reverently placed the silk shirt in front of the tomb. Perhaps it still held the last lingering scent of his mother.

"Giving birth to me and raising me was truly a difficult task for you." His eyes were already moist. "You willingly threw yourself into the mortal world, falling in love with that young man who was not your destined marriage, and condescending to become a concubine for me. It seems that from that moment on, you were destined to experience all the hardships of this world."

He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes sadly and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

"But even so, you still insisted on giving birth to me." Jie Kong's voice was already hoarse. "From the beginning, you knew that I was destined to endure untold hardships, right? After all, my identity as a half-human, half-demon is the biggest taboo in that imperial city."

"I sincerely thank you for your courage and tenacity, without which I would never have been born."

Jie Kong had already broken down in tears by this point. He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down before slowly continuing.

"But mother, aren't those scheming people the ones who caused you all this suffering?" He clenched his fists tightly, his expression filled with resentment and anger. "In their quest for power, they recklessly harmed you and even nearly killed an innocent baby like me. Ah, I will avenge these evil deeds!"

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the crimson petals of the dwarf cherry blossoms in front of the tomb. Jiekong silently watched them swirl and drift in the air, feeling for a moment transported to a dreamlike otherworldly realm. After a long moment, he finally calmed down. With both hands, he respectfully scooped up a handful of green grass from the cenotaph and reverently placed it between his brows.

"Mother, I came here this time just to comfort your soul in heaven in person. Don't worry, your son is here to avenge you for that biggest regret of yours!" Jiekong took a deep breath and swore firmly in front of the tomb.

After saying this, he picked up the white silk shirt in front of him and respectfully folded it back in front of the tomb. Finally, he took out a blooming white lotus from his arms and solemnly inserted it beside the tomb.

In this way, amidst the subtle fragrance of the early morning, Jiekong silently paid tribute to his biological mother. And at this decisive moment, he finally made an important vow to his mother as a son.

……

So, let me re-describe it:
It was shortly after I finished paying tribute to my mother. The sun was shining brightly at noon, but the shadows of the trees in front of the altar retained a quiet shade.

Jiekong sat beneath the tree, gazing out at the center of the clearing ahead, where Zhong Wuye was practicing martial arts. His bright yellow monk's robes gleamed in the sunlight, like a brilliant morning sun, making it impossible to look away.

Zhong Wuye's heroic figure was faintly visible in the scorching light. Her movements were graceful and concise, and every move and every style revealed supreme grace and majesty, like an eagle with spread wings, exuding domineering aura.

Jie Kong watched quietly, a faint smile gradually appearing on his face. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Wu Ye, come and sit down."

Zhong Wuye responded, tapping his toes on the ground. Suddenly, his figure shifted and appeared in the shade of the tree beside Jie Kong. His long black hair, blown by the wind, spread across his shoulders, making him appear particularly beautiful. His dark eyes were now filled with a serene wisdom.

"Jiekong, why did you suddenly call me over?" she asked, unconsciously playing with the hat with hidden dragon horns on her head.

"Miss Wuye, we have known each other for many years. I was once extremely worried about my own alien species." Jiekong's expression was gloomy as he slowly recalled the past. "But now I think we took this matter too seriously."

Zhong Wuye looked at Jie Kong curiously, as if he was a little confused.

"Yes, I was once extremely confused about my own life experience, not knowing where my roots lay." Jie Kong laughed self-deprecatingly. "If I myself find it difficult to accept this half-demon, half-human identity, how can I expect others to understand?"

Zhong Wuye nodded silently in agreement. She knew that Jie Kong was right. They had both felt extremely troubled and helpless about their special identities.

"But now I finally understand." Jie Kong took a deep breath, his eyes firm and bright. "Since we are born different and have extraordinary blood, why should we feel sorry for ourselves? Instead, we should be proud of our unique identity!"

He stood up, his whole body tall and straight, like a majestic pine tree pointing straight to the sky.

"Miss Wuye, look at my current appearance. Although I am in the form of a human-faced dragon monster, I have never thought of hiding it."

Jie Kong said, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek, "I'm proud to be an alien, because this is the source of pride and strength given to me by God!"

Zhong Wuye was deeply moved when she heard these words. She saw unprecedented confidence and calmness in Jiekong's eyes.

"You're absolutely right." After a long moment, Zhong Wuye finally said in a deep voice, "We carry the blood of a different species, and we should be proud of it, not deny ourselves."

She slowly took off her conical hat, revealing the pair of dragon horns hidden in the shadows. The sunlight cast a warm, dazzling light on them, forming a sharp contrast with her beautiful face.

Zhong Wuye's blood was boiling as well. She waved her delicate hands and responded loudly: "That's right, we are the most unique creation in this world! We should walk with our heads held high and show off our unique style!"

The two laughed for a long time in the swaying shadows of the trees, as if they had finally unloaded the last burden in their hearts.

……

Afterwards, Zhong Wuye checked in the room to see that she had collected the remains of the eight dragon sons.
The night was deep, and all was quiet. A ray of cool moonlight streamed through the window, casting a tranquil silver pool on the brick floor of the room.

Zhong Wuye sat cross-legged, eyes closed, hands hanging down, lost in meditation. Her entire body was instantly enveloped in a faint golden glow, like a bright moon, gentle and majestic.

After a moment, Zhong Wuye slowly opened her eyes, her gaze firm and focused. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out an ancient jade box, holding it respectfully in front of her with both hands.

This was where the remains of the eight dragon sons she had collected over the years lay. Each of these bones exuded a deep, profound aura, like embers waiting to be rekindled.

Zhong Wuye spread his hands apart, and the jade box opened automatically. Inside lay eight skeletons of varying shapes, glowing a faint blue light under the moonlight, awe-inspiring.

The first was a thick, powerful dragon tailbone, densely covered with tough dragon whiskers, and its texture was extremely hard. The second was a curled dragon claw, with sharp claws at the end. The third was a dragon waist bone, twisted and powerful, with protruding joints.

……

Zhong Wuye took out the eight remains one by one and respectfully laid them out before her. Although there was only enough space for one person to stand on, her movements were incredibly calm and graceful, as if this were the abode of a supreme dragon.

Each time a dragon skeleton was removed, moonlight would flow over it, and the fluorescent blue light would become increasingly dazzling. Soon, the entire room was enveloped by the mysterious aura of these eight dragon skeletons, giving people the illusion of being in an exotic fairyland.

"Eight sons of the dragon, though you have fallen, your essence and blood still remain in the world." Zhong Wuye clasped his hands together and recited respectfully: "I will now reunite your remains into one, allowing your essence and blood to revive and guide me in finding the remains of the last dragon son!"

As soon as the words fell, the eight skeletons suddenly trembled, emitting a dazzling fluorescent blue light! The light grew stronger and stronger, and finally gathered into a dazzling dragon-shaped light pattern, circling and dancing in the air, like a real dragon soaring in the void!
Zhong Wuye opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the magical dragon-shaped light pattern. After it spun a few times in the air, it suddenly stopped and suddenly shot out a bright light, pointing directly to the northeast of the room!
"So it's there!" Zhong Wuye smiled faintly, and his right hand made a secret handprint on his chest. Suddenly, the guiding light became even more dazzling and brighter, almost wiping out the shadows in the entire room!
Looking closely, the beam of light was straight and powerful, yet at its end, it gradually dissipated into elegant, ethereal dragon-shaped dots of light. These dots of light swirled and danced in the air, sometimes condensing, sometimes dispersing, like a mysterious dragon dance.

"I understand! We're in the Dayuan Imperial Court!" Zhong Wuye muttered to herself, her eyes filled with determination. She spread out her right hand's five fingers, and the dots of light began to swirl and condense, finally transforming into a three-dimensional topographical map.
That's a panoramic view of the Dayuan court!
Zhong Wuye looked intently and saw a bright dragon shadow flickering and dancing in a place where the terrain was rising and the wind and clouds were surging above Taihu Lake and beside the Chengjiang River!
"Found it! It's right there where the dragon resides!" Zhong Wuye was overjoyed, her eyes gleaming with determination. She immediately clasped her hands together and concentrated, memorizing all the details of this miraculous geography in her mind.

Then she waved her hand again, and the dragon lights gradually dimmed, eventually disappearing into the darkness of the room. The eight dragon skeletons also became still again, lying quietly on the ground, returning to their original appearance.

Zhong Wuye sighed deeply, carefully picking up the eight bones one by one with both hands, and placed them back into the jade box. She bowed devoutly with both hands before closing her eyes and channeling her inner energy, allowing the faint golden light to once again envelop her body.

The next goal is clear, find the last remains!
(End of this chapter)