If It Happens Again, I'll Castrate You!

Yuan Ruoyu stared at the last few lines of the diary and froze for a moment. Her face flushed scarlet.

She was utterly bewitching.

Like a celestial maiden who had fallen into the mortal world, she had lost some of her ethereal aloofness and gained a woman's tenderness.

"Not suitable for children. One thousand words omitted..."

Yuan Ruoyu murmured softly, and the scene from that time rose unbidden in her mind.

For cultivators, both physical strength and memory far surpassed those of ordinary mortals.

And the time she had spent with Lin Feng in the Cloudfall Mountain Range had been the most precious and happiest entry in Yuan Ruoyu's heart.

She kept it buried deep inside, often recalling it...

So the memory remained vivid.

Yuan Ruoyu gently closed her eyes. The scenes from the past seemed to unfold right before her, so clear and real.

That night.

The night sky was beautiful, and the breeze was gentle.

The deep-red wild fruit was sweet, juicy, and unlike anything else.

She knew they would soon part ways. Secretly melancholy, she finally worked up the courage before their farewell.

She didn't want to be left with regrets.

So she made that gesture, asking him to have a taste.

His kiss was passionate, and his chest was like a blazing fire, as if it would melt her.

In the glow of the bonfire, they embraced tenderly, and then...

Yuan Ruoyu suddenly came back to herself and opened her eyes. Her face was scarlet as she thought, One thousand words really isn't an exaggeration!

A short while later.

Yuan Ruoyu appeared in an ancient hall in the Jade Pool Holy Land, her expression returned to normal.

Her gaze was calm, yet she possessed an imposing air that kept people at a distance.

After all, she was the Holy Venerable of this era!

Having held a high position for so long, and with cultivation that reached the heavens and penetrated the earth, every movement of hers carried an innate dignity.

At that moment, Wei Yuan and several other elders were discussing the diary.

"Dark cuisine—what exactly is that?"

"Can eating it improve one's cultivation? But I've never heard of any sect capable of making such a thing!"

"This Ruoyu's identity is probably no ordinary one!"

Just then, an old man in a green robe, with a lotus leaf perched atop his head, chuckled and said,

"According to the Great Emperor's Diary, this Little Fish is a rare beauty, both in figure and appearance, and she can even make dark cuisine. What a fascinating woman!"

The old man with the lotus leaf on his head was a famous old mischief-maker in the Holy Land. Everyone usually called him Old Man Green.

He was also the Holy Land's Eighth Elder. Though he was an oddball, his talent and cultivation were among the very best.

Old Man Green had always spoken without restraint and feared nothing. He went on, "She knows how to flirt, too—quite the flirtatious one. The Immortal Great Emperor was truly blessed with beautiful women!"

"Hahahaha!"

"You old rascal, you're over ten thousand years old. Can't you speak a little more seriously?"

"Mind your image! You're an accomplished cultivator!"

Great Elder Wei Yuan laughed as he scolded him. That old fellow always managed to steer the discussion off course.

Old Man Green feigned deep anguish and said, "Am I wrong?"

"Tsk, tsk."

"I've lived for more than ten thousand years. How come no beauty has ever asked me if I wanted a taste? That woman really is the cream of the crop..."

Before Old Man Green could finish, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end!

A murderous aura!

He abruptly turned around and saw Holy Venerable Yuan Ruoyu standing not far away, her expression calm.

There was a faint smile on her face, but why did her eyes seem to promise murder?

Great Elder Wei Yuan and the others reacted as well and quickly cupped their hands in salute.

Old Man Green hurriedly bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Holy Venerable!"

"At ease!"

Yuan Ruoyu withdrew her gaze and, as if nothing had happened, began discussing things with the elders.

She asked about the progress they had made deciphering the diary.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually warmed again. During the discussion, Yuan Ruoyu specifically instructed them not to waste time on the term "dark cuisine."

Yuan Ruoyu said, "According to the diary, it's nothing more than a kind of food. There's no need to overthink it!"

Of course, she knew exactly what those words referred to.

But she couldn't just say that outright!

After that, the Holy Venerable and the elders chatted amiably, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Old Man Green felt uneasy and thought, Was that just my imagination?

He was never afraid of anything in the Holy Land!

But Holy Venerable Yuan Ruoyu had all sorts of ways to deal with him, and he really was afraid of her!

That ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Sure enough!

Just then, after hearing the elders' opinions, Yuan Ruoyu offered some thoughts of her own.

As she was about to leave, she suddenly looked toward Old Man Green and said softly,

"Eighth Elder, I have something I need to trouble you with!"

Old Man Green knew something was wrong and instinctively straightened up. "Please give your orders, Holy Venerable!"

"The formations throughout the Holy Land haven't been inspected or repaired in a long time. Sorry for the trouble, but please inspect them one by one, then report the condition of every formation to me!"

"What? You want me to repair thousands of grand formations all by myself?"

"Should I go instead?"

"Of course not. I mean..."

Old Man Green stared blankly at Yuan Ruoyu's departing figure. He was expected to repair thousands of grand formations across the Holy Land all by himself!

Wouldn't that take three or five hundred years?

Besides, repairing formations was grueling work, and terribly dull!

The other elders burst into laughter.

Great Elder Wei Yuan stepped closer and said with a grin, "Ahem, Old Man Green, did you do something lately to offend the Holy Venerable?"

"Why else would she suddenly send you off to repair the grand formations..."

Old Man Green wore a woeful expression.

"How would I know? I was thinking of heading down the mountain myself, to rekindle the old flame with my Daoist companions."

"Hahahaha!"

The other elders roared with laughter at his words.

Liyue Immortal Dynasty.

After reading that day's diary, Ye Qingge returned to her bedchamber with a cold expression.

The entire palace was extravagantly adorned with carved railings and sculpted jade.

"You may all leave!"

"Yes!"

The palace maids who attended to her saw that something was wrong with her expression and hurriedly withdrew, bent at the waist.

The heavy doors closed.

Ye Qingge's face, which had been cold just moments ago, instantly twisted with embarrassment and anger. She took something from beneath her pillow.

It was a Little Leather Doll.

It had been made from the hide of a demonic beast. It was only the size of a palm, but it had all its features, and it looked like Lin Feng.

Ye Qingge no longer looked the least bit haughty. Instead, she seemed like a resentful wife shut away in her chambers...

Her hands kept pinching the Little Leather Doll.

"Hmph!"

"I'll pinch you to death for chasing after other women!"

"And 'one thousand words omitted'—tell me the truth. What did you do?"

Ye Qingge grew more and more agitated. Suddenly, she grabbed the Little Leather Doll between its legs and sneered,

"I'll castrate you! Then you can stay by my side and be a little eunuch!"

But then she reconsidered. According to the diary, she and Lin Feng hadn't even met yet at that time.

After a moment's hesitation,

Ye Qingge released her grip and said softly,

"Hmph, I'll let it go this time. If it happens again, I'll castrate you and make you a eunuch!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly soothed the Little Leather Doll, gently smoothing out its wrinkles.

Ye Qingge stared blankly at it, tears glimmering in her eyes. "You scoundrel, you haven't come to see me in so long. Where have you been?"