Chapter 545: Chenxiang: Godmother, I've come to tear your umbrella too

Huashan, seven miles away from the Bamboo House.

Jiuyue, in her fox form, cunningly opened one eye and peeked behind her.

"I told you this trick would work on Sister."

"Even though Sister says she has let go, she is the softest-hearted of all."

"If we didn't let her see us like this, how else would she be anxious enough to wake up?"

Tang An had taught her this trick, saying it was a modern 'white lotus' tactic. It always involved acting weak to elicit sympathy, appearing innocent and harmless.

"However, Jiuyue has never harmed anyone; I just wanted to show my weak side and act pitiful to wake Sister up."

"At most, this is just called 'the little white fox,' right."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Jian shook his head helplessly, "But your injuries really do need recovery."

Jiuyue was merely showing them their truest selves to Tang An. As for those injuries and such, they were actually real.

Sun Wukong looked at Jiuyue, whose fur had already lost its luster; he hadn't expected that Jiuyue, who usually looked the most obedient, could actually have Tang An wrapped around her finger.

"Then aren't you afraid that if Master finds out, he'll come back and spank your palms to teach you a lesson?"

Jiuyue gave a 'hehe' laugh, "Let him hit me; as long as Sister can live, I'll accept the beating."

After saying this, she curled up her tail and had a lovely sleep.

It had been nearly a thousand years, and she hadn't had a good sleep since.

Every day was spent either searching for various Spirit Grass or searching for and practicing a Forbidden Technique.

She was too tired; she could finally rest at ease.

Inside the Bamboo House.

Nezha and Tang An faced each other.

Tang An looked at Nezha's chest, and Nezha reached out to pull his clothes shut, not letting Tang An look anymore.

"Hiss... this vibe of yours..."

Why does it feel a bit 'tea-like,' with a sense of playing hard to get?

How long has it been, and you've evolved into a scheming lotus-tyrant?

"Does it hurt?"

Nezha shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Are you stupid?"

Nezha still shook his head, "I'm not stupid."

"Have you been guarding here the whole time?"

"Mm."

"Not bad, after so long, the Bamboo House has actually developed an increasingly settled, ancient aesthetic." Tang An looked over the furnishings inside and outside the house.

"Mm."

No matter where Tang An walked, Nezha followed.

She took a step, he took a step. She retreated a step, he also retreated a step.

Tang An turned to look at Nezha, "Afraid I'll run away?"

Nezha took a deep breath and looked at Tang An without speaking. But in those eyes, there was a grievance ready to overflow.

"Oh my... don't look at me like that."

Tang An really couldn't handle this gaze; it gave her a deep sense of guilt.

"Don't leave me behind again, okay?" In this voice, there was pleading, humility, grievance, and even a trace of resentment.

Tang An rubbed her forehead; she really couldn't look Nezha in the eyes.

This is just too...

I can't take it!!!

"Um, I just remembered I didn't turn off the air conditioner at home, you wait..."

Before she could finish, Nezha attached his warm Dharma Power to the surface of her Primordial Spirit, hugged her waist from behind, and imprisoned her in his embrace.

"Don't abandon me again, okay? I really can't hold on much longer."

His chin rested in the hair at Tang An's neck, rubbing slightly, as if embracing a warmth he hadn't touched in a long time, completely unwilling to let go.

Tang An smiled knowingly and reached out to stroke his hair.

"My Primordial Spirit cannot stay out for too long; I still need to recover."

"Then will you fall into a deep sleep again?"

"Sleep? How can I sleep? You've all pushed yourselves to this point, how could I still sleep?"

Nezha laughed through his tears and tightened his arms around her.

He was happy, too happy.

A false alarm, finding what was lost, and a long-awaited reunion.

The three great joys of life made him feel so happy right now that his limbs felt weak.

He was afraid again, even more afraid that it was just a big dream, and that upon waking, everything would be empty.

"Alright, as long as you don't gouge out your heart-blood again, I promise I'll come out tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Really, truer than real gold and silver."

"Mm, okay."

"Don't just 'mm,' let go."

"Let me hold you a little longer."

"..."

Tang An sighed deeply; no one had told her that a dignified God of Slaughter could also develop a "love-struck brain."

After this, the time Tang An spent active each day gradually increased.

Under these circumstances, she fell into a state of blissful melancholy.

Jiuyue also refused to leave Huashan, whining and clinging to Tang An every day, begging Tang An to take pity on her.

Tang An truly felt sorry for Jiuyue's appearance, so she had Wukong go to Doushuai Palace to retrieve an Immortal Pill to help Jiuyue restore her looks.

Jiuyue used her Dharma Power to suppress the medicinal effect, recovering slowly, which gave her an excuse to linger and not leave.

Nezha saw that this wouldn't do, so he had no choice but to bring up the pain of his own heart-gouging.

Consequently, Tang An had to coax one and then the other every day; sometimes when the two were together, they would bicker like elementary school students, competing for her favor.

Sigh, it was truly a blissful helplessness.

During this period, other friends also came to congratulate her on her recovery. Her Master and several senior uncles also visited, all bringing Tang An many good things.

It was just a pity that she needed to recuperate and was not suited for overly lively scenes. Therefore...

Therefore, Huashan closed its doors to all visitors.

Living in these mountains, Tang An did not know how many years had passed.

But in these years, with their company, she was equally joyful, happy, and relaxed. It was as if she had truly begun a life of retirement.

Except for being unable to eat and being so greedy for food every day that she scratched her ears and cheeks in frustration, everything else was quite good.

Until she accidentally heard some sounds similar to machinery in the mountain forest.

"Wait... without realizing it, could it be that... it's the modern era now?"

Before she could finish speaking, a strong white light shone upon her body, and after her Primordial Spirit merged with the Heaven and Earth Fetal Pearl, she darted out from the Purifying World Green Lotus.

At the same time, the Purifying World Green Lotus also departed with Tang An, transforming into a streak of light.

The Three Pure Ones, Bodhi Patriarch, Nuwa, Fuxi, Wutian, Kong Xuan, Houtu, and other sages opened their eyes simultaneously.

Sun Wukong and the others followed closely behind Tang An as she departed, transforming into streaks of light.

Chenxiang had been in seclusion for a thousand years and emerged at this moment.

"Godmother."

"This time, it should be my turn to tear your umbrella."

Chenxiang finished speaking with a smile, then also transformed into a streak of light and vanished from Huashan.

He had always firmly believed that Tang An would wake up, so he had resolutely gone into seclusion for a thousand years to improve his cultivation and completely master the Lotus Lantern.

Not for anything else, but because he had promised Tang An that, just as Tang An had found Yang Chan and Yang Jian's mother, he would also find her mother.

And the only thing capable of protecting Tang Zhenzhu's life under the Heaven and Earth Fetal Pearl was the Lotus Lantern.

At night, a certain hospital, outside the delivery room.

In the corridor sat a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties, sitting outside the delivery room, anxious and at a loss.

Standing beside her was a man of about twenty, as well as a middle-aged woman who looked sharp-tongued and mean-spirited.

"Tang Zhenzhu, you stubborn thing, insisting on giving birth to this jinx, you'll die..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Maolin felt a chill run down his spine and turned his head to look behind him.