CH 139

Give It All to You

"Mother... Mother." The little dumpling on the bed had his eyebrows knitted tightly, and tears kept tracing out from the corners of his tightly closed eyes, obviously caught in a nightmare.

Seeing him so sad, A'Zhi's heart involuntarily seized. He reached out his small hand to wipe his brother's tears, but unexpectedly the drowsy little dumpling violently opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Mother!!!"

"You... you're awake?" A'Zhi was taken aback and stared at him in a daze. "Father asked me to look after you..."

He couldn't see it when he was sleeping, only now did he realise that his brother was born with a pair of blood red pupils, demonically beautiful beyond words. It was just that those beautiful eyes were filled with sadness at the moment, and tears were pouring down like an endless stream of thin water.

He looked around, but didn't find the person he was looking for, so he jumped out of bed and ran for the door. The edge of the bed was too high for a four-year-old and he inevitably fell hard to the ground with a muffled thud. A'Zhi panicked and tried to help him, but before he could reach his arm, he got up on his own and ran towards the door on his feet, mumbling something about his mother.

A'Zhi chased him out and followed him down the steps of the hall, watching him search around like a headless fly, but after a long time, perhaps knowing that his mother could not be here, he gradually stopped.

This was Dongji Hall, and apart from the hall behind him and the jade bricks beneath his feet, there was only a boundless sea of clouds in front of him, there was no way his mother could be here.

A'Zhi went to the little dumpling, who was slightly shorter than him, and asked, "Where did your mother go?..."

The little dumpling did not answer, staring vacantly at the sea of clouds in the distance, tears flowing silently.

In the past, A'Zhi also did not have a mother, and had even lost his father for a long period of time; he knew what missing someone was like, so he could empathise with him.

"Don't worry... no matter where your mother has gone, I will accompany you in your search for him, and I will stay with you until you find him." A'Zhi said and took the little dumpling's hand.

The little dumpling turned his head to look at him and met a small, sincere face.

In the long years to come, it was this little warmth that was left that would keep him alive and happy in this world, until the day when his warmth no longer belonged to him...

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After the banquet was over, Yan Yuan ordered someone to summon Immortal Monarch Zhiyu to see him alone.

Since his return from the Divine South Ridge, he had not heard from Ye Ling Shenjun that Ning Zhiyu had re-ascended, so when he first saw him at the banquet, although it was unexpected, he was not surprised.

Ten thousand years ago, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had died for him and had fallen into the mortal world before him. It was normal for him to return now, and Yan Yuan's heart was at peace, but he was only happy for A'Lie, who finally had his mother again.

After the divine attendant outside the hall had sent word, the door was opened and the white-clothed immortal entered. He stopped ten feet away from Yan Yuan and knelt on the ground: "Greetings, Emperor."

Yan Yuan: "No need to be polite, get up."

"Thank you, Emperor." Immortal Monarch Zhiyu rose unhurriedly.

Yan Yuan sat behind the silver table and looked at him, thinking that the immortal in front of him did not look any different from Ning Zhiyu in the mortal world, but something else seemed different.

Ning Zhiyu looked as gentle as water, with a smile on his face, while Immortal Monarch Zhiyu was cool and calm, with an indifferent appearance.

Since they were both the same person, Yan Yuan did not look deeper: "Since you are back, take A'Lie back to your side."

The white-clothed immortal was slightly stunned, his hands were clasped in front of him and his eyes were downcast as he asked, "What does the Emperor mean?"

Only then did Yan Yuan realise that something was wrong and frowned, "Don't you remember?"

The immortal in white raised his head and met Yan Yuan's eyes: "Dare I ask, Emperor, what should this immortal remember?"

Yan Yuan's brows knitted deeply: "Mortal matters."

The white-clothed immortal showed some confusion in his eyes and shook his head.

Seeing that he did not look like he was pretending, Yan Yuan sighed.

"That's all, you can withdraw."

It was reasonable to say that those who had ascended would not forget the events of their past lives unless someone intervened. It was not difficult to guess the reason for this, and Yan Yuan quickly came to a conclusion in his mind.

"Yes." Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had been summoned in a daze and then withdrawn in a daze. The Emperor's heart was unfathomable and it was not something he could understand just by thinking about it.

He turned around and was about to go out when he heard the person behind him ask indifferently:

"Do you know about the Empress Crowning Ceremony on the 15th of next month?"

The immortal monarch stopped in his tracks, and a thin, inconspicuous red tinged behind his ears: "I've heard Ye Ling Shenjun mention it."

He had fallen deeply in love with the emperor ten thousand years ago and was willing to die for him. Now that he has returned, he was willing to marry him as an immortal couple and be his heavenly empress.

Yan Yuan: "I already have a sweetheart, and I can't tolerate anyone else in my eyes."

"It is true that you and I are destined by Heaven, but 50,000 years ago, I had my heart set on him and I married him as an immortal couple. He fought to the death to bear me an heir, so I cannot let him down."

"Marrying you is only to follow the will of Heaven and avoid Heaven's punishment. If you are wise, you should not want to."

Immortal Monarch Zhiyu was silent for a long time: "I am willing to do so."

Yan Yuan did not expect him to answer in this way.

"It is a blessing for me to be able to help the Emperor avoid the heavenly punishment." Immortal Monarch Zhiyu said in a low voice.

Yan Yuan was dumbfounded for a moment, and when he opened his mouth to say something else, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had already taken a step and gone out.

The heavenly realm was like the mortal world where there was day and night. It was already late at night, and after crying for the whole day, A'Lie fell asleep early in the side hall. In his dream, he was running after his mother in a daze, knowing that his mother was smiling gently at him from not far away, but he could not catch up with him, and his eyes were turning red with anxiety.

When Immortal Monarch Zhiyu came out of Dongji Hall, A'Lie seemed to have sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the blanket and ran out.

A bright moon was hanging in the darkness of the night. Under the bright moonlight, a thin figure was walking down the jade steps in front of Dongji Hall. A'Lie murmured and ran over, but before he could get close, the man turned hesitantly to look at him.

"Demon?..."

The closer he got, the more certain A'Lie was that this was his mother; the familiar scent of him, there was no way he could be mistaken. The only thing he wasn't sure of was whether he had woken up from his dream.

"Mother..." The closer he got, the more cautious he became. He looked steadily at his mother, afraid that if he blinked he would disappear. The moisture in his eyes made it hard for him to see his mother's face clearly, so naturally he could not see the hatred that flashed in the eyes of the person in front of him.

Before A'Lie could react, the other party suddenly raised his hand and struck him. A'Lie was caught unprepared and his young body was sent flying by the powerful magic force. The back of his head hit the jade pillar that towered into the clouds, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He trembled and coughed up blood, not understanding what he had done wrong again for his mother to punish him like this. But it didn't matter, as long as his mother was back, as long as he still wanted him, it didn't matter.

He reached out and searched for the unstained white boots that stopped in front of him, blood and tears mixing together and smashing onto the white jade tiles beneath him: "Mother... they said... Father is dead... A'Lie… has no father…"

Before his dirty little hands could touch his white boots, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu took a step back and bellowed coldly, "Bold demon, how dare you trespass in the Heavenly Realm." Raising his palm, he struck the little demonic creature's head with a palm strike.

A'Lie let out a stifled grunt and his little hand dropped to the ground. After the blow, he couldn't move much, but his mouth continued to bleed and he muttered silently.

"Mother... Mother..."

The Heavenly Realm was heavily guarded, yet a demon was able to blend in, such a big matter must be reported to the emperor for strict investigation. Fortunately, the demonic creature was still young enough not to cause a big disaster.

Gods and demons are incompatible. Over the past ten million years, many divine soldiers and generals have fallen into the hands of the demons, and Immortal Monarch Zhiyu also lost his life at the hands of the demons ten thousand years ago, so he naturally hated the demons. His eyes were icy cold, and he condensed ten percent of his magical power in his right palm to give this little demon a final blow.

"Stop!"

In a flash of lightning, Yan Yuan stepped in front of A'Lie and blocked the palm, and his face was cold as he said, "Do you know what you are doing?

From the perspective of Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, what Yan Yuan was doing at that moment was unbelievable. He knelt down on one knee: "In reply to the Emperor's words, I am eliminating a demon."

"You..." Yan Yuan swallowed back the words that were on his lips. Now that Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had no memory of his past, if he were to tell him that he had given birth to a little demon with the Demon Lord, he would certainly not be able to accept it. "Forget it, you can leave, go and ask a healer to come."

Immortal Monarch Zhiyu got up and saw Yan Yuan picking up the little devil creature on the ground. The little demon was clearly unable to open its eyes, yet it still stubbornly looked towards him like this, mumbling inaudible words, its half-closed red pupils filled with unspeakable sadness, which caused his heart to ache like it was being struck by a dull object.

Immortal Monarch Zhiyu frowned, obeyed Yan Yuan's words and left.

A'Lie saw his mother's back getting smaller and smaller, and he cried sadly, but no matter how hard he tried, his only words came out in a breathless whisper:

"Mother..."

"Cough... cough… doesn't want A'Lie..."

"Mo... ther..."

After that day, the already lifeless little dumpling became more and more silent, knowing that his mother was still alive, but that he didn't want him.

In the past, he hated him and detested him, but now, he was no longer wanted.

The healing immortal invited by Immortal Monarch Zhiyu did not help, as gods and demons have different paths and do not share the same medical skills. A'Lie lay in bed for ten days, gradually recovering from his injuries through his innate ability to heal himself.

While he was unconscious, Yan Yuan removed his demon bone, a blood bone formed in his spine, around an inch long, which controls a demon's mind. Although removing the demon bone could not completely wash away A'Lie's demonic nature, being in the Heavenly Realm and being imbued with immortal energy, with more discipline, it is not impossible for him to become an immortal, or even a god.

At that time, he will be truly renewed.

The demonic energy is inherently cloudy, and when innate demons are imbued with immortal energy, the initial discomfort is unavoidable. After just ten days in the Heavenly Realm, A'Lie had lost a lot of weight, his small round face, which was still somewhat baby-fat, had become a melon face, and his face was as pale as paper.

He spent his days sitting on the threshold of Dongji Hall, looking at the endless sea of clouds. Occasionally, when immortals dressed in white with a figure similar to that of Immortal Monarch Zhiyu passed by, he thought they were his mother and watched them walk by from afar, softly calling out to his mother under his breath, but would not go after them.

Because he knew that it was useless to go after him. If he was not wanted, he was not wanted, and that would not change just because he cried and begged.

Yan Yuan originally suspected that it was Ye Ling Shenjun who had done the manipulation, washing away Immortal Monarch Zhiyu's memories in order to make him willingly become the heavenly empress. After checking, he found out that this was not the case. The reason why Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had forgotten all about his past was because his consciousness did not want to remember the unpleasant past.

Since he wanted to start all over, no one else was in a position to make decisions for him and forcefully awaken his memory.

"A'Lie, look, this is a paper windmill bought from the mortal world, isn't it beautiful?"

A'Lie looked at the sound of the voice. The little dragon with the icy turquoise pupils sat down on the door threshold beside him, holding a colourful windmill in his hand and smiling at him, the paper windmill spinning in the breeze.

When his father had taken him to the mortal world, he had bought him paper windmills like this, three or four at a time. He held them majestically in his hands as he sat on his father's shoulders.

He wanted to amuse his younger brother, but he made him cry instead. A'Zhi panicked and wiped his tears with his free hand: "Don't… don't cry. If you like it, I will give it to you, I have many more fun things, I will give them all to you."