Chaos Spirit Field

Lei Zhenzi, roused from his dream by Yun Zhongzi's rebuke, stared at the broken Wind and Thunder Golden Staff with a wave of dread. Normally calm, why had he been so impulsive today, intent on murdering the Empress's son? Someone must have been plotting against him, a perfect tactic of borrowing a knife to kill someone. He already had a plan in mind, and it was no one else but that person.

After this incident, Yang Nianhe was now in awe of Zhao Shanhe. He especially admired that punch, which was so impressive. He said, "Master, what's the magic of that punch? It actually broke an acquired spiritual treasure in two. It's really amazing."

"One can defeat ten with force. I'll teach you later. Say goodbye to your mother, and then we'll go down the mountain."

"Master, if Second Uncle-in-Chief hadn't come, would you really have killed Emperor Gouchen?"

"No, he was plotted against. Fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other. This is the rule of the Chan Sect. You must remember it."

"Master, what if he kills me?"

"Why so many ifs? A forger must be strong himself. If you're strong, who can kill you? If you want a weapon, just say so. No need to beat around the bush."

Yang Nianhe said in surprise: "Master, you can read minds."

"It's just a method of deduction. I'll teach you later."

"Master, you are so kind. I wish you were my father."

Zhao Shanhe was touched when he heard this. He stroked Yang Nianhe's head and said, "Silly disciple, isn't the master like a father?"

Yang Nianhe asked cunningly, "Master, are you interested in my mother?"

Zhao Shanhe's expression changed, and he said sternly, "Nianhe, there are some things you can't say carelessly. Be careful, there are ears."

Yang Nianhe said angrily, "Master, I understand."

The two returned to Yaochi. Zhao Shanhe saw that Nuwa was there too. He said, "Hello, Nuwa. I thought you were gone."

Nuwa teased, "Zhao boy, I can't go to my sisters to reminisce about the past. Yaochi is the gathering place of the female fairies. You shouldn't stay here for too long."

Zhao Shanhe heard this and said dissatisfiedly, "Nuwa, I am at least half the owner of Yaochi. You are taking over the reins a bit."

Nuwa asked in confusion, "Zhao boy, what does Yaochi have to do with you?"

Zhao Shanhe spoke eloquently, "Nuwa, Yaochi belongs to Yang Nianhe's mother, isn't that right?"

"Yang Hui is the master of Yaochi, but what does that have to do with you?"

"As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. I am Yang Nianhe's master, at least half a father. It's not an exaggeration to say that I am half the master of Yaochi."

Nuwa said with a half-smile, "Zhao boy, is Yang Hui beautiful?"

Zhao Shanhe blurted out: "Nuwa, you are more beautiful. Queen of Heaven, I am going to take Nianhe down the mountain. If you miss him, you can go to Luoyi City. Nianhe, say goodbye to your mother, let's go." Before he finished speaking, he left as if escaping. After leaving the Yaochi, he slapped himself twice in the face.

Yang Nianhe asked in confusion: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "It's nothing, my face is a little itchy. Just keep flying southwest and you'll reach Luoyi City."

"Master, you can fly faster than me, why do you want me to carry you on my back?"

"What's wrong? You don't like it. It's only natural for a son to carry his father on his back."

"Master, you and my mother are actually quite a good match."

"Silly disciple, your master is so handsome, who wouldn't be a good match for me? Some things are better left unsaid. Remember, words can cause trouble."

Zhao Shanhe now understood this deeply. He felt like he'd been a bit of a mouth-opener lately. Forget about Yang Hui; his wife wouldn't say anything. Nuwa was a petty woman; teasing her was courting death. Perhaps he'd been single for too long and should find a woman. As the saying goes, solitary yang cannot thrive, solitary yin cannot prosper. Immortals and mortals were essentially the same; they were simply humans with powerful powers, and they had needs too.

After Zhao Shanhe left, Nuwa Niangniang said, "Sister Wanjin, Zhao Zilong actually dared to tease you. He's quite brave."

Yang Hui jokingly said, "Sister Nuwa, Zhao Zilong is so brave! Didn't he tease you too? Back then, when he wanted to take Nianhe as his disciple, he pointed at Zhunti Taoist and called him an old bastard."

"Master Zhunti is quite patient."

"Even if he and Jie Yin were to join forces, they couldn't defeat Yuanshi Tianzun. Is that unbearable?"

"That's true. What are you going to do?"

Yang Hui said self-deprecatingly, "Just bear with it. I don't have the strength, what can I do? Sister Nuwa, what do you want from me?"

Nuwa was shocked. What kind of magic power did Zhao Shanhe have that made the Queen Mother of Heaven so obsessed with him that he turned against the Emperor of Heaven and even drove Hou Tu Niangniang crazy? It was a pity that he was dead, otherwise she would have really met him. She came here with a mission. Tongtian Patriarch came to her for help, so she said, "Sister Wanjin, Hou Tu Niangniang has gone mad. She has stopped the reincarnation of the immortals. For the sake of the people of the Three Realms, can you help to persuade her?"

"Sister Nuwa, you've really got the wrong person. Zhao Shanhe is dead, and Luo Tianshuang should be the one she hates the most. She has the best relationship with Tan Tai Mingyue, so maybe you'll have a better chance if you go find her."

"Thank you for your advice. I'll take my leave now."

After Nuwa left, Yang Hui sat alone, lost in thought. She couldn't help but ponder Zhao Zilong's identity. Could it be Zhao Shanhe? But, in appearance, temperament, or even soul, the two men bore no resemblance at all! Yet, their ways of doing things were so similar: both were incredibly lecherous, and both were so kind to Nianhe. If they were truly the same person, everything seemed to make sense.

However, if Zhao Zilong wasn't Zhao Shanhe, then what was his real purpose in restoring the Peach Garden? Was he harboring lustful thoughts, or was he plotting against the Emperor of Heaven? Should she cooperate? This puzzled Yang Hui. Even more puzzling was why she had even entertained such thoughts.

Yang Hui was stuck in a dead end, questioning her own character and why she had fallen in love again. She casually picked up the fine wine Zhao Zilong had given her, took a sip, and her eyes instantly lit up. Although the taste of this wine was different from Wuliangye, its brewing method was surprisingly similar! At that moment, she suddenly understood: Brother Shanhe was still alive!

At the same time, Zhao Shanhe didn't know that Yang Hui had already noticed his true identity through some subtle details. Some things can indeed change, but some things have long been deeply imprinted in his bones and are difficult to erase, such as unforgettable love.

If the Emperor of Heaven knew about this, he would probably go crazy. One Zhao Shanhe was not enough, and now there is another Zhao Zilong. Even ordinary people cannot accept it, let alone the Emperor of Heaven who is the master of the Three Realms.