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LOTUS STEP BOOK 3 CHAPTER 5 PT 2 EXCERPT: ZHE YAN AND BAI ZHEN BEING DOMESTIC A F

When High God Bai Zhen finished dealing with the governing of the Southeast Wilderness and returned to the Ten Miles of Peach Forest from Qingqiu, High God Zhe Yan told him about what happened when Lian Song had brought Zuti to the Peach Forest. High God Bai Zhen sat cross-legged and became so invested in the story that he forgot to lift his chopsticks from his bowl and pushed the plates away - amazed: "So it was because of Zuti that the security on Yeqianjue Palace suddenly tightened?"

High God Zhe Yan pushed the plate he had displaced back: "I know you're surprised, but don't use it as an excuse to push this plate of spinach to me." He picked up some spinach with his chopsticks and piled it into High God Bai Zhen's bowl, earnestly advising him, "You should eat more spinach. It's good for the circulation and the eyes," And urged him, "Go on."

High God Bai Zhen had a bite of the spinach with great difficulty, and swallowed it with a sip of tea and an expression that indicated that his will was strong though his body was battered: "But Qing Jiang likely hasn't realized it was Zuti that trespassed on Qianjuejing." When he recovered, he continued the topic, "The day after, when we bid him farewell, he did ask Yehua why his third uncle wasn't there. That kid Yehua drank all night with me and Dage, but he had some smarts about him, and said that his third uncle had a hangover headache and thought it was inconvenient to stay and left early morning to return to Jiuchong heaven. The Celestial Clan's third prince Lian Song has never been one to be bound by etiquette and the reputation of his carefree nature has spread across the eight wildernesses, so Qing Jiang wasn't suspicious."

High God Bai Zhen, though he was a high god and he was a hundred something thousand years old, had a playful heart, and loved to hear of bizarre occurrences. After detailing what had happened in Qianjuejing, he looked at High God Zhe Yan curiously: "You just said that Lian Song had only taken a day or two to gain little Zuti's trust, and in the half month following, whether it was hiking into the mountain or taking a boat out into the lake, Zuti let him accompany her?" After Zhe Yan nodded, High God Bai Zhen spoke with admiration, "It only took two days for him to build such a good relationship with Zuti - Tianjun's third son is very skilled!"

High God Zhe Yan disliked hearing High God Bai Zhen compliment others, and sighed: "Little Zuti is naïve and trusting. She's not vigilant, and she'll be close to whoever's willing to play with her. It's easiest of all to fool her. It's just that I'm unwilling to go wild with a child like her,  but if I were to inconvenience myself, do you believe that she would also be close with me?"

High God Bai Zhen set down his chopsticks, thought steadily for a moment and replied carefully: "I might not believe it." Seeing Zhe Yan's expression turn cool, High God Bai Zhen immediately changed his mind with zero shame: "I...might believe it a little bit?"

But High God Zhe Yan's expression still did not change for the better. High God Bai Zhen dug out the spinach that he had pushed to the side of the bowl and buried with rice and took a bite or two in an attempt to appease High God Zhe Yan: "Alright, I was just joking around with you just now." He tried for a sincere smile.

High God Zhe Yan didn't even want to talk to him and turned his head to Bi Fang who was subtly kneeling to the side, waiting on them. "That kid Lian San's been freeloading at my Peach Forest with Zuti for half a month. When are they planning to leave?"

The Bird Bi Fang said, very politely: "The Third Prince is careful and says he wants to observe for another two days to make sure nothing will happen to Zuti before they bid their farewells."

High God Zhe Yan was cross: "That little light god is always catching fish and hunting birds. She's even more spirited than me - what could happen to her? Tell them to leave quickly, they've become an eyesore."

The Bird Bi Fang politely agreed to carry out the order.

High God Bai Zhen had his head down as he once again buried the spinach underneath his rice with his chopsticks, mumbling: "You don't have to be so angry with him just because I complimented the third prince once..."

High God Zhe Yan was indignant: "A child couldn't ripple my sea of jealousy!"

High God Bai Zhen laughed out loud, and though he managed to stop before High God Zhe Yan's gaze shot like knives toward him, his eyes retained the mirth: "Oh, your sea of jealousy was rippled." He said with a leisurely tone.

High God Zhe Yan blinked, and after half a moment, shook his head and laughed, looking at High God Bai Zhen with exasperation: "Eat your food. You missed lunch because you were on the road, and now you're distracted while making up this meal. You have to be watched over while you eat - are you still a child?"

Seeing the two masters once again speaking affectionately, the honest Bird Bi Fang was very confused: was there still a need to get rid of the third prince and the little light god who'd freeloaded at the Peach Forest for half a month doing nothing? He wanted to ask High God Zhe Yan again, but the two high gods at the dining table were sat close together, and the way they spoke to each other with low voices was full of the air of long-lasting peace and happiness, not an atmosphere during which he could interrupt. So the honest but very sensitive Bird Bi Fang quietly left. When he was out of the room about five steps, he remembered that the Peach Forest had guests right now, and so walked back carefully and considerately closed the door for the two high gods.  

The bird Bi Fang was alone in conflict for a whole afternoon, and waited till the sun set in the western mountain. When he was about to ask High God Zhe Yan again, His Third Highness had surprisingly taken the little light god to bid farewell themselves. Apparently, there was a letter delivered from Yuanji Palace that something had happened in Heaven that was urgently awaiting His Third Highness to attend to.

High God Bai Zhen was resting in his room. High God Zhe Yan came out alone to send off the guests and repressed his happiness at seeing them off.

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     When she had been a little fox in the morning, he hadn't noticed, but now she was a person and pressed so closely into his arms that he could hear her breathing. What was surprising to him was that aside from the scent of flowers that radiated from the girl, her whole body, even deep within her veins, emanated his scent. White sandalwood, this spiritual breath rooted deep within her body had to be fed by his red gold blood. She must have consumed copious amounts of it.

     The fingers that were slender as white scallions grasped his robes, and the ring on her finger was something else he could not ignore. A blood red glass ring with a phoenix feather that looked the same as the birthmark on her forehead, a touch of gold, bright like the sunrise, swirling within the crimson. He almost recognized at a glance that it was an object of power that protected her with his spiritual breath. It was no ordinary object but something that must have been forged with his own flesh so that it held so much of his godly power.

     He didn't know with what frame of mind the him of two hundred and sixty thousand years from now protected and cared for this beautiful young woman beside him so that anyone could look at her and see that she was a part of him. And he finally realized how the girl could enter Bi Hai Cang Ling unhindered. She was surrounded by his spiritual breath, and everything that was his was naturally hers as well. As long as he was the one that set the ward, even if it was the Starlight Ward and of the highest order, it could not have stopped her completely.

                                                                    - THE PILLOW BOOK EXTRA, CHAPTER 4

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@pommpomee said   :    How?😯😯😯 I thought he was born underwater 90k years back?   

Regarding THIS POST

So, the second part of the Mortal Realm Arc of Lotus Step has been published. It is no longer updating online, so the admins who are both...uh, not living in China and therefore can’t get our hands on the book, have only been getting bits and pieces of the work through pictures from weibo. Below is an excerpt concerning the ancient gods as we know them:

The three creation gods were God Pangu, Father God and Shao Wan; The four protection gods were Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan's younger brother who as of yet had no known birth date, Xiluo in the Western Nirvana, and himself; The five nature gods were the mother of the earth, Nuwa, the light god Zuti, the fire god Xie Ming, the wind master Sejia, and the water god who had only been born in the new age, Lian Song, who was still serving his punishment under the second peak of Tiangui Mountain.

So perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Lian Song is counted among the ranks of the ancient gods in terms of powers/abilities rather than that he himself is actually...you know, Ancient (tm), but honestly the admins were just...very excited that their back and forth theorizing was proving to be some kind of valid!  

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     Lying down again with the girl beside him onto the cloud bed, Dijun only managed to pull his thoughts together after a long time.

     It seemed as if he did in fact marry this woman of his own volition, and they were very happy.

     This was a pretty, clever, a little dumb, and very affectionate girl, and when she looked at him there were stars in her eyes full of adoration. She wore his spiritual breath and broke into his wards without asking him, came close to him with practiced ease, held him, and said those affectionate things, and pressed her cheek to his palm.......he pressed his hand to his heart. It seemed to have skipped a beat a moment ago.

     He could not deny that this girl was lovable.

     And the reason why he married her suddenly did not seem to be an unsolvable mystery.

                                                                    - THE PILLOW BOOK EXTRA, CHAPTER 4

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Her heart jumped lightly and she could not help but to examine her right wrist closer, gaze stopping on that thin chain for a moment, and then moving to the red lotus ring circling her ring finger, and said, a little hesitantly: "Why do I think that Lian San gege didn't give me these presents to make up for something?"

The young man paused: "Then, what do you think they're for?"

She murmured: "Such decadent jewelry...seems like a betrothal present." She realized what she had said so carelessly only after she had said it, and immediately lowered her gaze in embarrassment, mumbling as she bit her lip: "I...I was just joking, just pretend you didn't hear it."

But the young man laughed, voice low: "How are you so good at guessing? They really are a betrothal gift, and an imprint." His thumb rubbed her full lip. "Don't bite. It's red enough already." She was always obedient, and under his touch she loosened her teeth. But his thumb still brushed her lip and he told her in a low voice: "When you wear them, all the living beings in the world will know you're the bride of the water god." And as if leading her toward a conclusion, asked her, "You will always wear them, won't you?"

                                                                              -    Lotus Step 

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Pillow Book Extra Excerpt, I.E., Admin Ro Translates Out of Order because Motivation, Don’t Read if you Want the Full Chronological Experience.

     Dijun had also just finished bathing, and sat on a jade stool to allow Fei Wei to change the bandages on the whip wound on his back. It was a wound made by Fuying's Canglei whip in their final battle. Canglei whip was a significant godly weapon compared to the selection of weapons in the eight wildernesses, and having been hurt by it, even though Dijun recovered at a faster rate than normal people, the wound would not heal completely for a few months yet.

     Fei Wei had only just gotten out the medicinal ointment for the wound when Dijun heard the rushed footsteps, chaotic and hurried as if it held great urgency and endless worry.

     He tugged up his clothes and stood up - and saw the girl in the red dress standing at the door of the hall, looking at him.

      "Come here." He gestured toward her.

     She saw the wound that had already been covered by the white middle robe, and came forward step by step. The rim of her eyes became red and she asked lightly: "You got hurt?"

     The girl's gaze was lowered and she was forcefully holding back tears, but she couldn't control the faint red at the end of her eyes and near the bone of her brow. Her heart hurt for him, hurt so much she wanted to cry. She was very easy to understand.

     He smoothed his hand over her head, and comforted her. "Don't worry. It's not a serious wound."

     Her gaze was still lowered, and she bit her lip. "Turn around. Let me see."

     Fei Wei, with his great ability to read the room, put down the ointment and left, and closed the door for the two of them. While he had been closing the door, he looked in and saw that Dijun had again been sat down on the jade stool. The young man's back was to the door, and from the wound that had not yet closed, blood seeped through the middle robe that was white as snow. The young girl stood to the side and her expression could not be seen. Her hands were hovering near the young man's shoulders, about to slip his robes off. Fei Wei didn't dare look further, and left with light footsteps.

     The robes were pulled away, folding at the waist, and the young man's sturdy and beautiful back was bare under the soft light of the hall, and the frightening whip wound was brought under the light as well, spanning from the left shoulder to the right of his waist, across the whole of his back. Because it healed so slowly, even after it had been cleaned, one could still see fresh blood.

     Dijun didn't think this was a serious wound, and it was half-healed already, so he had thought that if she insisted then there was no harm in letting her look at it. But the moment the robes had come away he had heard a clear gasp from behind him, and he knew she must have been frightened. Instinctively he pulled his robes up again, and comforted her again with words: "Don't be scared. It's almost healed and doesn't hurt."

      But she stopped the hands that had been pulling up his robes, and her voice was quiet, a little hoarse with the hint of tears. "The ointment hasn't been applied yet."

     He stopped. "Weren't you frightened?"

     "No." She replied, voice muffled.

     She picked up the bowl of ointment Fei Wei had left behind, and began to apply it to the wound. There was a little spatula made of jade in the bowl with which to apply the ointment, but she was worried that the jade object was too hard and might cause him pain, thought for a moment and set it down. Then she picked up the ointment on her fingers and very, very gently began to spread it on him.

     His body stiffened, and she was worried that even her fingers were hurting him, and her movements became even lighter and gentler. Because her touch was slower and lighter, it was a long while until the whole wound had been covered in ointment.

     The wound was covered up by the white ointment, as if it was a supple ribbon, falling idly against that sturdy back. It didn't look horrible anymore, but it must still hurt, she thought. Otherwise, when she had been applying the medicine for him, even though her movements had been so slow and gentle, why did his back begin to glisten with a light sheen of sweat? It must be the pain.

     Thinking of this, she put her hand on his shoulder and asked, voice light and aching: "Is it still hurting?" Without waiting for his answer, she said: "I'll blow on it for you." And then she bent slightly, one hand pressed against the bare skin close to the wound and drew close with her lips, blowing lightly on the injury that had been covered in ointment.

     She felt the man, sitting up straight, trembling lightly.

     "Does it still hurt?" Her heart hurt, but she couldn't think of another way to stop the pain for him. The right hand that had been pressed against his back moved subconsciously downward, and her lips moved to the lower part of the wound, "Then, I'll blow on it some more."

     When the warm breath again brushed past the wound on Dijun's back, her hand that had been placed on Dijun's left shoulder was suddenly seized. Even before she had time to react, her arm was tugged and in the next moment she was half lying across Dijun's lap, circled into his embrace very firmly.

     The girl lifted her head with great confusion, looking to the young man who was staring down at her with deep eyes. When his right hand palmed the back of her head so that she faced toward him, she finally understood: his stiffness and trembling had not been because of pain. Her face became like the leaves after frost, suddenly bright red: "I, I didn't......" Wanting to explain that she really was very focused on putting on ointment for him, and had no intention to seduce him. But before she could finish her sentence, he had lowered his head to kiss her.

     A very deep kiss, for a very long time.  

     When he released her, his eyes were closed and his forehead was pressed against hers. Her body became hot when he kissed her, and her head was spinning, but she still remembered to explain herself quietly: "I really didn't mean I wanted......"

     He smiled very faintly, eyes still closed: "Mmm. It wasn't you that wanted. It was me."

     His answer made her feel shy, and she bit her bottom lip lightly, and was about to lift her arms up to his shoulders to circle his neck. But when her gaze fell on his sculpted-jade shoulder, she suddenly remembered his injury, and paused for a moment and remembered that she ought not make a wounded man exert himself too much, and immediately wanted to get down from her perch on top of him. He sensed this action immediately and opened his eyes. At the moment he looked at her, he suddenly picked her up and stood. She was surprised and instinctively hugged his neck.

     It was only a few steps.

      A few steps to the jade bed.

     It was night at Bi Hai Cang Ling, and all were quiet. Though there were bright pearls to light the hall within, their shells were half closed and the light that escaped was slight and gentle, and not too bright, and colored the room dim and misted.

     The girl was set down into a sheets that were soft and clouds, and in the next moment the young man leaned over on top of her. Her face was red like blood, and immediately she guessed what might happen next: "Your injury......" The young man's forehead pressed against hers, and as if thinking that it was adorable of her to be worried about him at a moment like this, he smiled. "Don't worry." Then, he caressed her lip and in the faint light falling through the bed curtains, kissed her again.

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      Feng Jiu had only heard from Fei Wei of the affair as great as the changing of the sun and moon that had happened in Jiu Chong Heaven a day before Dijun returned. But the history books said that Dijun had only taken up power in the face of danger to be a substitute God King and resigned the position after the war at the Jie River as he had no desire to rule over the eight wildernesses, and returned to Bi Hai Cang Ling.

     There was a great difference between resigning of his own will and being impeached by the group of elders. Two hundred and sixty thousand years later, in the whole of the Realms, who would dare to wrong Dijun like this?

     Feng Jiu was so angry she started to cry at that moment. She sat for half a night, angry, and thought that Dijun must be in in a bad mood as well, and so she went to the kitchen before it was even light outside and stayed in there for the whole day. She wanted to make a table full of delicacies to welcome Dijun home, and to comfort him as well.

                                                                       - PILLOW BOOK EXTRA, CHAPTER 8

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     The first time he saw her, she had come on the floating waves of Wang Sheng Sea, with a head full of long, pitch black hair and draped in snow-white silk. Strands of hair were stuck to her cheek and made her face, which had only been the size of his hand, seem even smaller. Among the goddesses of Jiu Chong Heaven, there was never anyone one who smiled so animatedly, anyone who possessed such a bright beauty.

     He always thought when he had first seen her on the banks of Wang Sheng Sea, that he had little impression of her. But now that he was remembering it, the events of that day were clear in front of his eyes. He stared for a long time.

   He only returned to himself when she once again tugged on his sleeve to ask what he thought of her when he first saw her, and didn't realize the warmth shining in his own eyes. "Wasn't I drawn to you when I first saw you?"

    The hand that had been rubbing at her forehead paused and she stared with wide eyes for a long time before murmuring: "Really?"

     He smiled and took up the task of rubbing the place on the top of her forehead that might have been sore from him knocking it a moment ago. "So, even if we didn't know each other - as soon as I meet you, I'll like you quickly. No matter how many times we have to do it over."

     She stared at him dumbly for a very long time. And then suddenly her eyes were red and she was throwing herself at him, arms circling around his neck tightly and burying her face into his shoulder.

                                                                                                      The Pillow Book Extra