Chapter 3, Do Not Waste Water

Huang Yu looked at her with sympathy and said: "There is a barrier between the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm. You cannot even leave the Eastern Wilderness, let alone return to the Mortal Realm. Once you have entered the Immortal Realm, you must sever your longing for the mortal world"

Although she had linked arms and leaned against male classmates, that was called friendship. Although she had once stolen glances at a certain boy that made her face turn red, the paper window had not yet been pierced. Indeed, the paper window had not yet been pierced—no, originally she had planned to pierce it at the summit, but before she could confess, she ended up falling here. Tang Miao foolishly allowed him to kiss her, her soul drifting far away.

Huang Yu took a deep breath and said to her: "Now you understand the importance of water, right? I have been thirsty for many years! Your tears can condense and not disperse, unlike ordinary water. I truly do not want to waste a single drop..."

"Ouch, it hurts!" Tang Miao's eyes were pained by his gaze. She came to her senses and forcefully pushed Huang Yu away.

She can understand and forgive him for kissing her, but what right does he have not to apologize to her

Tang Miao was astonished: "No way? I am a food enthusiast! Don't say I can only eat fruit once every three years; if I only eat one piece of fruit every three days, I will starve to death. I haven't cultivated immortality! The fasting period without food or water is a legend, not reality! Not to mention not having food, if I don't drink water, I will die of thirst."

Huang Yu clearly did not notice the young lady's change in emotions and continued to speak to himself: "This place is known as the Eastern Wasteland, where naturally not a blade of grass grows. The Eastern Wasteland has ninety-nine barren mountains like this one, and the desolate plains stretch for ninety-nine thousand miles. It rains only a few drops of acidic rain every six months or a year, not enough to wet one's face. The grass growing in the rock crevices is something I have painstakingly nurtured with my spiritual energy. That holy orchid fruit also survived and bore fruit only after three years of my spiritual energy nurturing. Three years, and I have only managed to eat two of them. In the five years in the Eastern Wasteland, there has been no water, and my spiritual cultivation has fallen to less than thirty percent of what it once was."

Does it mean she cannot go back? By the time she returns, the world will have changed beyond recognition. Tang Miao was stunned. She suddenly thought, if there is a celestial realm, then there should also be a netherworld. If she cultivates spiritual power and becomes a highly skilled immortal, can she, like Sun Wukong, go to the netherworld to retrieve her parents' life and death register, allowing them to be reincarnated and live forever?

Tang Miao felt extremely uncomfortable. Ever since he saw her tears, this originally aloof and distant handsome man had become more talkative, even enthusiastically wanting to teach her how to cultivate her magical powers. He recognized her potential, but he never considered what his kiss meant to her.

In a daze, Huang Yu discovered that the spring had dried up, and could not help but anxiously suckle with all her might

Tang Miao was stunned by his sudden kiss. She widened her eyes to see the extraordinarily beautiful man reverently kissing her chin and her cheeks. He exuded a fresh scent of grass and trees. His lips were slightly cool, soft as flower petals. His tongue brushed lightly across her face, as delicate as a feather. ... A chill ran through her eyelids, and she instinctively closed her eyes, her heart racing wildly, as his lips ... . ... were gently sucking on her eyes. A chill ran through her eyelids, and she instinctively closed her eyes, her heart racing wildly, as his lips ... . ... were gently sucking on her eyes.

Stimulated by his spiritual power, Tang Miao once again revealed the white jade ring in the palm of her hand. This time, Tang Miao saw clearly that the white jade ring was one inch in size, inscribed with simple ancient seal characters: "Tang Miao, a mortal immortal from the Northern Region." Goodness, she now possessed an identity card from the immortal realm

You possess the potential to control water. Your tears can gather without dispersing. A person who can control water, as long as they possess spiritual power, can summon a spring with a single drop of tear as a medium!" Huang Yu calmly explained to Tang Miao.

Her skin was as delicate as velvet, and the cool moisture penetrated deep into her heart. The sweetness of her tears was unbelievable to him. The wonderful sensation on his tongue intoxicated him, and his entire body clamored for more.

As he gazed into her eyes, which were filled with mist once more, the urge to see her shed tears surged within him like the phoenix feathers. He turned his head slightly and said softly: "One day in the celestial realm is equivalent to ten years in the mortal world"

This question left Tang Miao in a state of deep conflict. At this moment, who still cares about the issue of spiritual power! She only wanted to understand why Huang Yu had kissed her. "No," Tang Miao replied tersely, turning her head away.

Her voice awakened Huang Yu's consciousness, what was he doing? How had his composure become so poor? Huang Yu couldn't help but smile wryly: "Don't cry in front of me anymore."

Could it be that he was not kissing her just now, but rather quenching his thirst with her tears? Is there really such an absurd thing in this world? For the very first time in her life, she was licked and kissed by someone, and it turned out to be to avoid wasting a single drop of water? Tang Miao's face instantly flushed with anger

Since we are here, we should make the best of it. A bad life is better than a good death; even being a deity is better than being dead. Perhaps she will have a day in the future when she can reunite with her parents

He ... ? ... what does it mean? Tang Miao's mind was muddled by Huang Yu's words

He is a traveler who has been thirsty for too long, suddenly seeing a clear spring bubbling in the wilderness. He wishes he could bury himself completely in it

Tang Miao unknowingly wiped away her tears amidst feelings of shame, anger, shock, and panic

Tang Miao exclaimed, "This, this, this day is already over, they think I have been dead for ten years!" She became anxious. Her parents were both in their fifties, and if she could not return within a few days, she would never see them again

Tang Miao diligently comforted herself and smiled at Chong Huang Yu, saying: "I will not cry anymore; I will work hard to cultivate and become a powerful and joyful immortal!"

He looked at Tang Miao, whose eyes were red and whose expression was somewhat unusual, and suddenly asked: "Did you feel any fluctuations of spiritual power within your body after eating the Saint Orchid Fruit just now?"

Her eyes became moist once again

Tang Miao rubbed her eyes, her face as red as a tomato. Hearing Huang Yu speak such caring words made her heart race. Usually lively, generous, and cheerful, Tang Miao suddenly transformed into a demure lady, burying her head and speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I’m sorry. I am the only child of my parents; how wonderful it would be if they could know that I am still alive"

She thought indignantly, does he think that being handsome can mislead me? Does a deity not understand what warmth means and what teasing is? Tang Miao felt an impulse to explode with rage

With this in mind, Tang Miao has found a goal to strive for

Huang Yu smiled faintly, holding her hand and saying: "Look, this piece of white jade ring can prove that you are a person of the celestial realm. As long as you are from the celestial realm, you can cultivate the spiritual power spells of the celestial realm. I can teach you!"

Tang Miao turned her head in frustration and said, "I have already mentioned that I am not a cultivator. I do not understand what spiritual power is!"

Huang Yu did not look at her again, crouching down to dip his fingers into the pool of water gathered on the rock, and in an instant, it was completely drained. Tang Miao's tears rekindled hope in his heart, and he smiled, thinking that this must be the reason she was quietly sent to the Eastern Wilderness.

Huang Yu was taken aback for a moment and murmured, "How can you not cry?"