Chapter 3, I will definitely come back!

Rong Chenzi was utterly perplexed; how did a river clam manage to transform into a sea creature? In the end, it even became the Sea Emperor

It is not her

Rong Chenzi was puzzled when suddenly a heavy aura of demons surged into the sky around him. His first instinct was to look at the giant river clam in the waterfall; it seemed to sense something was amiss and was suspiciously glancing around.

After Rong Chenzi bathed and changed clothes, she entered the secret chamber and saw this person crying like a child. The forbidden spell had not yet been lifted, so she could not make a sound while crying, and her tears had soaked half of the pillow. Rong Chenzi was immediately a bit flustered.

He returned to his bedroom, found a black cloak for her to wear, and wrapped her up tightly. The Sea Emperor lowered his head and sniffed the cloak; it was one he had worn, imbued with his scent, a lingering fragrance reminiscent of medicine and flowers, delightfully enticing

Master Rong Chen secretly formed a hand seal, and before long, a mass of white mist in the night sky slowly coalesced into a human shape. The figure appeared to be that of a young woman, yet the voice fluctuated between male and female: "I have heard that Master Rong Chen strictly upholds the principles of the Dao and avoids the company of women, but it seems this is merely a deception to the world." She floated in front of Master Rong Chen and then switched to a soft female voice, "With your appearance and demeanor, what kind of spirit could you not attract? Yet you have chosen a clam spirit."

At last, this fellow has finally quieted down, standing there in a daze without moving. Rong Chenzi wrapped her tightly in a blanket and then carried her back to the couch. So far, he had not discovered any abilities in this Sea Emperor. Fearing that she might feel stifled, he uncovered her head before finally lowering the curtain.

Master Rong Chen regarded www.hetushu.com as a mere nuisance. If he had maintained a semblance of courtesy towards this individual in the past few days, he now viewed her as worthless: "I am going to exorcise evil and cure illnesses; what are you going to do?"

Outside the door, there is a faint sound of wind, as if the wind is blowing through the window paper. Rong Chenzi suddenly opened his eyes, extended his right hand, and slightly bent his fingertip. He picked up a small amount of vermilion from the table beside the couch. Murmuring an incantation, he flicked his index finger. Suddenly, the vermilion shot out, its bright red dots resembling sparks of fire

The thorny pears on the mountain have ripened, their color a bright yellow. She exclaimed with delight, "Is that edible, Rong Chenzi?"

Upon hearing this, she finally showed some reaction. She lifted her head, her eyes still glistening with tears, her expression one of tentative belief: "Really?"

Rong Chenzi could not bear the annoyance

This is simply an enigma

Unexpectedly, it became unfavorable when returning in the evening

The clam sat on the giant rock, eating prickly pears while enjoying itself

The Daoist priest, dressed in a snow-white robe, exuded a faint fragrance reminiscent of medicine and flowers: "The path down the mountain is not easy to traverse. What are you going to do? Moreover, what would others think if they saw you?"

The next morning, as Rong Chenzi had just finished washing up, a villager rushed in in a panic, saying that his younger brother's wife had fallen ill with a strange disease and had specifically come to request Rong Chenzi's assistance. Since the establishment of Qingxu Temple on Lingxia Mountain, most nearby demons and evils had avoided the area. Therefore, upon hearing this news, Rong Chenzi was quite astonished and went inside to change clothes, planning to set off immediately.

That person turned their head away, simply crying, refusing to eat any pastries. Rong Chenzi was so troubled that his head felt heavy; when his master imparted the secret techniques of the sect to him, he had never been this conflicted while comprehending them alone. He was restless, pacing around the room for a while, glancing at the sky outside that was gradually darkening, and finally gritted his teeth: "Alright, alright, I will take you out, I will take you out! Get up, we are going down the mountain to buy candied fruits. Please stop crying!"

The Sea Emperor on the bed was still asleep. Rong Chenzi, adhering strictly to etiquette, naturally could not change clothes in the room and had to go to the secret chamber. Just as she was tying her belt, she saw her bouncing in, the light and sheer white veil making her appear very pure: "Rong Chenzi, where are you going to play?"

One should not look at what is inappropriate, as Rong Chenzi turned her face aside, slightly lifting the corner of the blanket to cover her securely

Previously, under the meticulous protection of his master, Rong Chenzi gradually honed his skills over time. Now, upon encountering these demonic beings again, regardless of how beautiful their forms may be, he finds it difficult to harbor even the slightest romantic thought.

Rong Chenzi touched the dense thorns on the prickly pear, remaining silent. After seeing her not speak for a long time, she finally opened her mouth: "How is it?"

Rong Chenzi picked a good number of thorn pears, looked around to see no one, and loosened his waist belt. The belt unfolded wide, and he stuffed all the thorn pears into it before leaping down. That fellow rushed over and took a bite first. The thorn pear had a taste that was both sour and sweet, with a slight bitterness. It was a very refreshing wild fruit

Outside the door, several paper cranes were unexpectedly floating, igniting with a touch of vermilion, producing a ghostly blue flame. This fire resembled a cold flame, not affecting any other flammable materials. In a moment, between the books and the engraving, the few paper cranes that attempted to approach the window to peek were all reduced to fine dust.

She stood barefoot on the ground, the bells on her ankles jingling lightly, their sound clear and pleasant: "I want to go too!"

I don't care! The Sea Emperor tugged at his wide sleeves, clearly conveying the message of "If you don't let me go, then you can't leave either." Rong Chenzi, mindful of the distinction between men and women, found it inappropriate to reach out and touch her, struggling in vain to break free. In the end, he had no choice but to bite his index finger, quickly drawing a talisman in his palm, and without further ado, pressed it against her forehead.

Rong Chenzi ignored it and engaged in a fierce battle with the fog demon. Golden light surrounded them from all directions, but the fog demon was not a solid entity; it dispersed into mist and quickly escaped. As it left, it uttered a classic line in a low, husky male voice: "Rong Chenzi, I will definitely come back!"

This person remains lying on the bed, completely ignoring him, with tears flowing even more profusely. Rong Chenzi finds it both amusing and exasperating, considering that all the disciples in the temple are male, and his junior sister usually keeps her distance, making it impossible to find someone to comfort her. He is at a loss for what to do: "I... I will go check what food is available in the kitchen, please stop crying"

That thing turned around, and the golden bells on its feet jingled: "Ah, I want the biggest and the most yellow one!"

The expression of Rong Chenzi was grave, indicating that there are still individuals within the Daoist sect who harbor doubts.

After a long pause, he said: "It's okay, but it is a bit rough on the mouth"

This person has an extremely ungraceful sleeping posture, curled up into a round ball on the bed. After a while, she turns over, revealing a pair of small feet. Her feet are exquisitely beautiful, with dainty nails coated in a layer of ointment, exuding a pearl-like luster and a gentle sheen. Her skin is even more translucent and fair, and around her right ankle is tied a red braided cord, adorned with a string of delicate bells, lively and playful like a young girl, completely devoid of any trace of a sea monarch's grandeur

He brought the plate to the couch, trying to lower his voice: "Hey, have a piece of cake, don't cry now."

Master Rong sighed: "Really, truly!"

This person is unhappy: "No matter what! I am going!"

He took a damp towel to wipe the forbidden spell from her forehead, rubbed his hands together, and after a long pause, said, "Don't cry!"

He is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth, possessing the divine bloodline from birth. The fragrance of his flesh and blood holds immense allure for demons and monsters. Furthermore, there is a saying that those who consume the flesh of a deity can attain immortality. Thus, throughout history, he has been surrounded by countless monsters, some feigning affection, while others resort to forceful theft in their quest to taste this divine flesh

On the journey ahead, Rong Chenzi specifically led her to places with wild fruits, clear springs, and scattered stones. He noticed that she was having a great time and almost forgot about the need to descend the mountain. Upon seeing the mountain spring, he was very happy, took off his cloak, rolled into the waterfall, and transformed into a large river clam about four feet long.

Rong Chenzi had no time to pay attention to her: "Go down the mountain."

Lingxia Mountain is indeed high; for an ordinary person, it takes at least one or two hours to descend. However, Rong Chenzi's pace is quite different. The fellow behind her has long resided by the sea and finds the flowers and plants on the mountain quite novel. In the evening, her gaze is also keen, often stopping in her tracks at the sight of a butterfly.

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Countless goosebumps erupted on Rong Chenzi's forehead as a flying sword condensed into a beam of golden light. At this moment, the river clam in the waterfall had already crawled onto a large rock, beside which lay Rong Chenzi's belt, containing half a pouch of thorny pears. She transformed back into human form, used the belt to wipe the thorns off the pears, tossed one into her mouth, and mischievously said: "Rong Chenzi, it wants to take a bath with you, so you should bathe with it first."

As the fog demon drew closer, he flicked his right fingers slightly and suddenly summoned his sword. The fog demon retreated, and its voice transformed into a hoarse male tone: "Daoist, how heartless you are. You can bring the clam spirit out to bathe together, yet you refuse to let me come within half a step. What makes me any less than this clam spirit?"

Upon seeing this, Rong Chenzi thought, well, it’s probably better not to descend the mountain; just wandering around up here is already quite good. With this thought, he also let out a sigh of relief: "Sure, but it’s a bit prickly. I will go pick it; you wait down here and don’t wander off."

He left quickly and returned just as swiftly. He was carrying several large trays and, fearing that Qingxuan and Qingsu would see this situation, he did not call over the two disciples. The young man's thoughts were racing; seeing her cry like this, she might mistakenly think he had done something wrong.

She occupied the bed, and Rong Chenzi had trouble sleeping at night. However, he was mindful of her identity as the Sea Empress and feared that any careless words might leak out, so he did not dare to stay outside. Fortunately, the bed in the room was spacious, and he sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, trying his best not to let even the corner of his clothes touch her.

He became a monk at a young age; when it comes to dueling, he is unafraid, and he is particularly adept at expounding scriptures. Therefore, if this fellow were to engage him in combat, he would be able to handle it with ease; if it were a matter of reasoning, he has a cartload of arguments at his disposal. However, when it comes to this fellow crying, he is utterly at a loss.