[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t":3,"chapter-living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-chapter-401":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Living Among All Heavens, Achieving Immortality Through Merit",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2323969,4545,"Chapter 401: The Wedding Gets Better and Better","living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-chapter-401",401,"\u003Cp>Guanjiangkou, Yang family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing is once again holding a wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along this journey, Gu Qing married a female martial artist, a female immortal swordswoman, and even a female demon spirit—now he’s beginning to marry female immortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his left and right, clad in phoenix crowns and brocade robes, bowing together in marriage, were the Seventh Princess, daughter of the Jade Emperor, and Yang Chan, his niece—this wedding had truly become better and better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Yangzhi Sweet Dew sent by Cihao Daoist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taiyi Zhenren passed along the gift, rubbing his temples: “You really know how to stir up trouble…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t wear a siheyuan—what trouble did I stir?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing knew Taiyi Zhenren was referring to the Investiture of the Gods scroll; he smiled inwardly, took the Yangzhi Sweet Dew, and examined it closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ding Zhenren sat beside him, fanning himself with self-satisfaction: “Seal your cave, recite the Huangting Scripture two or three times—that’s always been the Jie Sect’s way to avoid disaster. They’ve seized their lifeline; this is the Dao’s own design, inexhaustible and abundant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaotianquan chimed in, applauding: “Write this down in a book!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ding Zhenren ignored him, took a bamboo slip, dipped his brush, and wrote it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jian stared coldly at everything. Today was his sister’s wedding—he should have been happy—but the groom was Gu Qing, and that made him deeply uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing noticed Yang Jian’s expression, walked up to him, shook his head, and said: “I’ve done all I could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All you could?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jian’s eyes widened in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Investiture War is primarily a clash between the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect. I’ve already removed many of your strongest foes for you. The rest—you must face alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing patted Yang Jian’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re fighting the Jie Sect not because of the monkey, but because of me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jian glanced at Sun Wukong, who stood beside Yu Ding Zhenren, sweet-talking and observant, and didn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Qing’s intervention has indeed made things much easier for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ding Zhenren added reassuringly: “But be careful—the Investiture Scroll is missing some names. Wang Yuyan will go to great lengths to fill them, and that will bring you no end of trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jian shook his head, feeling this burden had somehow landed on him out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing watched silently. He had no intention of joining the Investiture War—so he could only burden Yang Jian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You monkey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventh Princess walked up to Sun Wukong and said sternly: “From now on, when you walk the Three Realms, you must never call a female immortal ‘Mama.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong’s eyes darted. To be honest, when Gu Qing first made him call people ‘Dad’ and ‘Mama,’ he had no sense of self and just went along with it—calling any female immortal ‘Mama.’ But after calling Chang’e, Ruoshui, and the Seventh Princess, he realized it got him things. Then, among the Jie Sect, he found many elderly female immortals, lonely and neglected, starved for affection—just one ‘Mama’ would make them beam with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the Jie Sect’s female immortals—they taught him talismans, formations, and martial arts, greatly benefiting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventh Princess grew impatient as Sun Wukong didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing walked over, stood beside Sun Wukong, and gave him advice: “Your power is now great, but countless cultivators exist across the Four Continents. You should seek immortals, make friends, broaden your horizons—like Zhen Yuanzi of Wanshou Mountain’s Wuzhuang Temple—he’s worth knowing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since being awakened by Gu Qing, Sun Wukong had received much guidance from him and knew Gu Qing had no ulterior motives. Hearing the name Wuzhuang Temple and Zhen Yuanzi, he sensed there was meaning behind it—he bowed to Gu Qing, already prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing held a wine bowl and approached Nezha and Li Jing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jing now had a lotus body and held a treasure pagoda; Nezha stood beside him, still defiant, though occasionally glancing at Li Jing with wary eyes—he’d clearly been taught a lesson by the pagoda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Jing, lotus root as appetizer—you must drink more today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing urged Li Jing to drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jing’s face twitched—he couldn’t bite into his own lotus body, but still drank three bowls before sitting aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nezha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing held the wine bowl, hesitated, then said: “A sip won’t hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though small in stature, Nezha was old in age—he raised the bowl and drank it all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing carried wine, went from table to table, toasting every guest. After finishing, he joined the Yang family in a small side room, where Yu Ding Zhenren, Taiyi Zhenren, and Yunzhongzi—who’d come to join the celebration—sat together, discussing the marriage and the coming campaign against Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji, hearing talk of the campaign against Zhou and the Investiture, looked at Yang Jiao and Yang Jian with deep concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about your mother-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing patted his chest and told Yang Jiao and Yang Jian: “I’ll take good care of your mother. All you need to do is fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji glanced sideways at him, shooting him a sharp look. Lately, Gu Qing had teased her two or three times; now when he said “take care,” she sensed hidden meaning. But her power was profound—if he dared overstep, she’d break his limbs immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wedding lasted until deep night before guests finally dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Qing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he entered the bridal chamber, Yaoji warned: “I hope you’ll settle down from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother-in-law, rest assured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing patted his chest and promised: “I’ll take on the heavy burden of the Yang family’s bloodline!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji spat angrily: “I have two sons—do I need to entrust this to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji felt Gu Qing was taking advantage of Yang Jiao and Yang Jian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing reached out to embrace her, but she slapped his hand away. Only when he gestured toward the Kitchen God did she lean in slightly to listen as he began his analysis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your eldest son, Yang Jiao—his round face, thick beard, and accent—I doubt he’ll ever father children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing thought of Yang Jiao’s round face and bushy beard, then added: “As for your second son, Yang Jian—he’s handsome, second only to me. He once tried courting girls, but he’s too proud, doesn’t know how to flatter them. Unless he marries someone who finds him dazzling and obeys him blindly, his marriage will be full of hardship—he’ll never have children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing, tipsy, spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji flew into a rage, lunging for him: “You’re slandering my two sons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Believe it or not!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing dodged aside, slipped into the bridal chamber, and called back: “In the Three Realms, there aren’t many immortals as handsome, gentle, witty, and skilled at pleasing women as I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji gritted her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eldest son, Yang Jiao, devoted himself entirely to martial cultivation, seeking only strength—he had no interest in women. As for Yang Jian, his pride ran deep; such pride meant he would never bow easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Yaoji compared him to Gu Qing—and her expression grew grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two sons’ marriages truly were problematic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bridal chamber, red candles glowed, red paper adorned the walls, silk flowers were tied everywhere—joyous and festive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing looked toward the bed, where two brides sat: Yang Chan and the Seventh Princess. After years in this world, he had finally won these two famed female immortals. He stepped forward, lifted their veils, and embraced them—one on each side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Chan and the Seventh Princess blushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing gently kissed each woman’s cheek. Then Yang Chan took his hand, led him to the table, and opened a gift box—inside was a mooncake sent by Chang’e.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie Chang’e is watching over us,” Yang Chan said softly, cradling the mooncake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Chan was Yaoji’s daughter; Yaoji had naturally told her about Gu Qing’s affairs with Chang’e and Ruoshui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing took the mooncake, split it into three, and shared it with Yang Chan and the Seventh Princess. Then he raised the joined-cup wine, drank with them, and blew out the candle. His eyes glowed—startling Yang Chan, who had just begun untying her sash, into a soft reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing yanked the quilt over them, claiming the future birthplace of Chenxiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During a pause, Yang Chan lay on Gu Qing’s chest and asked softly: “If we have a child, what will it be like?” After this, she felt hopeful for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing chuckled: “Nephews resemble uncles—might end up just like your elder and younger brothers, fighting their uncles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventh Princess immediately pounced, protesting loudly; Yang Chan joined in, tearing at Gu Qing, pulling the quilt back down. This time, Gu Qing no longer pretended innocence—he unleashed every technique: the electrically-charged Soul-Switching Palm, the esoteric methods of Yogic Tantra—all aimed at the two female immortals, until dawn approached and he finally ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, Gu Qing washed and dressed. When he met Yaoji, she scowled, clearly displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Mother-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing smiled cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji led Gu Qing outside the Yang family compound. Soon, in the middle of the road, he saw Wang Yuyan—beside her stood Tianpeng Yuanshuai, Juanlian Dajiang, and Nezha and Li Jing, who had attended the wedding yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Qing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yuyan gestured, summoning a stone table and chairs, inviting him to sit. She studied him and said: “Do you know what marriage is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing paused. He’d married how many times already—why was he being asked this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Marriage is torment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yuyan said casually: “In mortal marriages, the first year is sweet as honey—but by the second or third year, passion fades, leaving only torment. Mortals live only thirty or fifty years—so the torment ends. But you, as an immortal, will endure this torment for three or five hundred years, even three or five thousand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing and Yaoji exchanged glances—both found it absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaoji and Yang Tianyou had deep affection for each other; Gu Qing had rich emotional experience. Neither cared to argue with Wang Yuyan’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Qing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yuyan continued: “You know the Investiture Catastrophe is about to begin. Before the Investiture War, I can grant you the most important divine post on the Investiture Scroll—make you the Heavenly Court’s Supreme Judicial God, in charge of the Heavenly Laws and Regulations…” Her face glowed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh… can we reconcile?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing’s expression flickered with surprise. He looked at Wang Yuyan and asked: “After I killed nine golden crows, stormed the Yaochi, and married the Jade Emperor’s daughter—you’re willing to forgive me and give me the position of Judicial God?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yuyan stared at Gu Qing; their eyes met, each seeing the other’s true expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you met Jin Chanzi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yuyan’s face paled—she had been troubled by the flaws in the Investiture Scroll while in the Yaochi, and at that moment, she had encountered Jin Chanzi, who wandered the Heavenly Court. After their discussion, Jin Chanzi advised her to resolve it with Daoist methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen Mother thought of using softness to overcome hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Queen Mother summoned Gu Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I become the Heavenly Judge, can I serve in Heaven with Qi’er and Yang Chan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he could go, Gu Qing would not go—after all, Heaven had killed Yang Tianyou, and Gu Qing would not let Yang Chan bow to the Jade Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen Mother, upholding Heavenly Law, refused sharply; but after speaking, she felt her tone too harsh, so she suppressed her anger and spoke gently: “Gu Qing, the words you and Yaoji spoke by the Eastern Sea made great sense. Though you’ve married Qi’er and Yang Chan now, over time the novelty will fade, and you will eventually part. If that’s inevitable, why not just [fast-forward]?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen Mother was urging Gu Qing to divorce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing exchanged a glance with Yaoji; hearing the word [fast-forward], Yaoji recalled how Gu Qing had once said that absurd thing about her son marrying his mother-in-law—thankfully, the Queen Mother had not brought it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Queen Mother, after all these years with the Jade Emperor, have you become each other’s bitter spouses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen Mother fell silent at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qing stood up and, with Yaoji, took leave of the Queen Mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t intend to reconcile? You want to keep fighting Heaven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen Mother slammed her hand on the stone table and demanded of Gu Qing and Yaoji—her visit to Gu Qing already signaled Heaven’s surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Gu Qing nor Yaoji responded; they returned directly to the Yang household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Gu Qing’s prompting, Sun Wukong arrived here. Seeing the secluded Daoist temple and hearing many Daoists inside, he crept in, blending among them to listen to the senior Daoist preach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing here, you monkey?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenyuan shook his dust whisk; Sun Wukong felt celestial energy pulling him, but he offered no resistance. As he was drawn forward, he rolled on the ground and stared up closely at Zhenyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your master came here not long ago and spoke of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenyuan raised one hand and said: “Since you’ve come, I’ll give you one first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master Zhenyuan referred to was Jin Chanzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenyuan ordered his disciple Qingfeng to fetch the Ginseng Fruit. Soon after, Sun Wukong saw Qingfeng carrying out a childlike figure—he leapt onto a chair, hand already gripping his golden cudgel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down, calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenyuan spoke with serene composure: “Wukong, take a good look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong examined closely—and indeed, it was a fruit hanging there, not a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Ginseng Fruit: one sniff grants three hundred and sixty years of life; one bite grants forty-seven thousand years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenyuan spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong stared at the Ginseng Fruit, his mind already elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2315,"2026-06-20T17:04:28.193Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","65d64976137fa13e49930d4233f0aaac81c41df0f646b6c30d3eab1a5080cab5","living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-chapter-402","living-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-chapter-400",449,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fliving-among-all-heavens-achieving-immortality-t-cover.jpg"]