Probing the Stone in Flower-Fruit Mountain, Xuanyuan's Three Demons Return to Their Positions

When the Great Mage was drunk, his heart-fire rose, leaving his emotions muddled and his mind beguiled. Kong Xuan of the Phoenix Clan entered through the side door, wearing a multicolored cloud-patterned robe and exquisite makeup. She seemed neither immortal nor mortal. Reaching the Great Mage's back, she wrapped both arms around him.

The Great Mage's thoughts were righteous and pure. Addressing her as a fellow Daoist and recalling his own unusual state, he told her to keep her distance. Thus, he said:

"Fellow Daoist, you have come at the wrong time."

Kong Xuan's crimson lips curved languidly as she spoke in a sweet, fragrant voice:

"I have come at precisely the right time."

She then coaxed him with gentle words, her delicate hands parting the clouds, supplemented by unceasing tender affection. At last, the Great Mage's heart-fire blazed fiercely, his Dao heart fell into disarray, and he added aspirations spanning three lifetimes to his promise of remaining together. They cast off their robes and embraced, completing a fine tale among immortals and gods.

Desire was the beginning of spirit, and spirit was driven by desire.

The Great Mage had once been steeped in Dao-nature, transformed into something sacred, nearly assimilated by the Dao itself. Thus, Taiqing had intended to return him to the human heart and human nature, which was why there was today's situation.

Afterward, Kong Xuan rose while draped in a thin robe. Her bearing was peerlessly beautiful, beyond all comparison. She said:

"Since you are now my husband, you should take Kong as your surname."

The Great Mage sobbed and choked back tears, clutching the bedding and heaving a long sigh. He then drew her back with immortal power, preventing her from leaving. For three nights, neither emerged from the warm chamber.

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