Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 15 Winter Snow, Plum Tea

The Supreme Realm is a legend. If the news of his attainment of the Supreme Realm were to spread, Di Yi would immediately become a celebrity in the entire Kunlun Realm.

But apart from Ziyuan who saw it with her own eyes, only the Nascent Soul Half-Saint and the head of the Black Market First-Class Hall knew about this matter, and probably also Di Yue, as the head of the Di family, he was also qualified to know this secret.

As for the others, perhaps those with powerful cultivation in the First-Class Hall had some guesses, but after all, they hadn't seen them with their own eyes.

The Supreme Realm is rare enough, but for a Sacred Body to reach the Supreme Realm is even rarer, occurring only once every hundred years.

The appearance of the leader of the Black Market's First-Class Hall is largely attributed to Di Yi's successful cultivation of his Sacred Body, which revealed a talent and potential unknown to them.

Beside the training ground, several peach trees were once again covered in snow. The pale pink buds, frozen by the frost, had stopped growing, but they hadn't died either, which looked rather strange.

Emperor Yi, dressed in black robes, danced with his sword in the snow, still using the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique, but now wielding a three-foot-long sword instead of a short sword.

The sword is named "Crow's Cry". It is entirely black and contains ninety-three inscriptions. It is a True Martial Treasure of the twelfth rank and was a gift from a Nascent Soul Half-Saint to congratulate him on reaching the Supreme Realm.

The sword was a fine sword, but it seemed somewhat out of place with his current height of less than four feet.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship was high enough, reaching the advanced level of "the sword follows the heart," and combined with his considerable strength in the Profound Realm, he was able to use the Crow Cry Sword to perform the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique.

"Di Yi, why are you practicing your sword again?"

A red figure walked in from outside the courtyard, carrying two strings of candied hawthorns in her hand, the sugar coating on them as bright as the hem of her skirt.

"You always come at the wrong time; most of the time I'm still practicing my claw techniques."

Having just finished practicing his martial arts, Di Yi sheathed his longsword, leaving the 12th-tier True Martial Treasure-level sword standing tall in the wind and snow.

"Don't you have anything else to do besides cultivating all day?"

"Of course there is. Going to the Seven Star Palace to study, doesn't that count?"

"How can that be? The other things I was talking about were rest, play, and experiencing new and interesting things."

Ye Honglei wore her hair in two buns, which hung down on the collar of her red dress, partially obscuring her fair swan-like neck. Her round, bright eyes held the innocence of a young girl.

Since he transmigrated, apart from Ziyuan who was by his side every day, Ye Honglei had the most contact with him.

Ye Honglei took Di Yi's hand and walked to the pavilion by the training ground. Ye Baicao, who had come with her, had already brewed a pot of plum tea.

This plum tea is said to be a popular drink in the Qianshui County area. It doesn't have much tea flavor, but it's sweet and sour, which is very appealing to children.

She pulled Di Yi to sit down and placed a skewer of candied hawthorn on the table.

Did the Monkey King actually escape from the palm of the Buddha?

Will Sun Wukong's six brothers come to his rescue?

"Why do those gods in Heaven make things difficult for Sun Wukong at every turn? You only ever tell me a little bit, and it keeps me up at night."

Di Yi chuckled and said, "To have one great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace in one's life is already incredibly exciting. Does the ending really matter that much?" Ye Honglei bit off a piece of candy coating, nodded seriously, and said, "Of course it matters. Only a perfect ending can make people feel happy."

The Emperor looked at her and said, “The ending of a story can be made to be perfect and beautiful, but reality is not necessarily so. Sun Wukong’s ending could be that he somersaults out of the Buddha’s palm, or his six great brothers join forces to help him rebel against the Heavenly Court, or Sun Wukong’s cultivation level can be further improved, and he can fight his way back to the Heavenly Court alone, make havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and beat all the gods and immortals to a pulp.”

"But what will reality be like? We come from the black market. Although we haven't done anything bad yet, in the eyes of outsiders, we are born evil people, and it would be perfectly justified for them to kill us. If we really die at the hands of others one day, will anyone seek revenge?"

Ye Honglei melted the sugar coating in her mouth, then took a big bite of the whole candied hawthorn, stuffing her little mouth full, her sweet eyes narrowing into slits.

"Sister Baicao told me that life is full of different aspects and is very colorful. The pills that Master gave me were very bitter. On my way here, I bought these two strings of candied hawthorns, and they taste especially sweet now. If I had eaten the candied hawthorns from the beginning, I wouldn't have this feeling now."

After thinking about it, Di Yi realized that what she said made sense.

"The ups and downs of life are an integral part of it, and friends and enemies are also things we encounter along the way. However, in this era where people's hearts are no longer pure, friends may not truly be friends."

"Unfortunately, the ending wasn't as perfect as you wanted. None of the six Great Sages came to help Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong couldn't escape the Buddha's palm. He was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain."

Upon hearing this, the girl felt a little disappointed, and the candied hawthorn in her hand didn't seem so sweet and delicious anymore.

"Did Sun Wukong die?" she asked tentatively.

"He didn't die, but he was imprisoned under the mountain for five hundred years. Every day he could only drink molten iron and swallow copper pills. When he came out of the mountain, he had lost his original vigor, was shackled, and became a monk's disciple, serving as a guard by the monk's side."

"This ending is not fun at all. How could the mighty Monkey King end up as a guard by a monk's side?" Ye Honglei lost interest in the candied hawthorn in her hand and put it on the table.

"There's always a higher mountain to climb. Unless you become the most powerful one in the world, you can't truly be free. Fortunately, Sun Wukong protected that monk through eighty-one tribulations, went to the Western Paradise, became a Buddha, and thus gained freedom," Di Yi said with a smile.

"I've heard that the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect have the most rules and regulations, with so many strict rules and regulations. For someone as carefree as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, this is hardly freedom."

The girl was a little downcast. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Di Yi, are we friends?"

"Friends? I guess so."

Ye Honglei's eyes regained their light, and she smiled, "Don't worry, I will never be a friend like the Six Great Saints. If you ever encounter trouble in the future, I will definitely face it with you."

Di Yi smiled and said, "What you said touched me a little, but I hope that day will never come. I don't want to run into such big trouble."

Ye Honglei was amused by him, and her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons.

“You’re two years younger than me, so why do you always act so mature and old-fashioned, like an adult?”

She received an affirmative answer, and her little face was full of joy, instantly forgetting her previous sadness.

Blowing on the plum tea that Ye Baicao had poured, I took a small sip and finally remembered the purpose of my trip.

"By the way, I've come here on important business. My master wants to see you and asked me to take you to the Wenqu Hall."

"Your master? Lord Illusionary Saint wants to see me?"

(End of this chapter)