Three Lives, Death Exists Not at the River of Oblivion

Chapter 11: It's embarrassing to wheedle, Sansheng

My nape burned once again after the Black and White Guards of Impermanence escorted me back to the underworld. It was then that I realized Moxi and I only had one lifetime left.

This time, I didn't intend to wait for Moxi in the underworld anymore. I didn't want him to give me another 100 or 1000-year seal the next time we met. At the same time, I couldn't reincarnate too soon either, lest I give the people of Liubo a scare when I popped out in front of them just as Moxi had buried me.

I went to Yanwang's palace to ask him when Moxi would be arriving so that I could time my departure.

Before I could utter a word, Yanwang circled me twice, clucking all the while: "Tsk tsk, our Sansheng is quite capable!" Because he was too short, he could only pat my thigh in delight. "You've helped His Lordship pass his trial twice. Moreover, you've seduced him so successfully each time. The day our underworld sees the light of day is just around the corner! Ahahaha!"

I slapped away his wandering hand that was slowly creeping to my behind and asked, "When will Moxi come down here? I can't run into him this time."

Yanwang jumped onto his desk and flipped through the chaos of books on it. "Ah here it is, here it is. This is it." Yanwang squinted his eyes to read for a second and then continued: "In Siming Xingjun's Book of Fate, it is written that Liubo's strength will greatly decline after Hu'yi rebels against them. In less than two years, Zhonghua will be murdered and will pass away in his bedchamber."

I was stunned. "Who's going to kill him?!"

"His junior, Qingling."

"That priestess?" I rubbed my chin. "Her watery eyes are filled with the tragic love-hate of a spurned admirer. How can she kill Moxi?"

"Perhaps love bears hatred, and she destroys what she cannot have. Look, it says right here that after his master's soul is freed by Hu'yi, Zhonghua drinks himself to distraction. Qingling confesses to him but gets rejected. She then resents him for it, kills him, and then commits suicide."

I asked him in seriousness after pondering for a moment: "Yanwang, don't tell me you were the one who came up with this soapy rubbish?"

Yanwang said in equal seriousness: "Lord Moxi's fates are all personally written by Siming Xingjun, you know."

I was made even more curious as to how sick that Siming Xingjun's head was.

I went back to be a stone by the Wangchuan River. These two years quickly flew by. When Jia and Yi left to the human world to escort spirits, I asked them to help me look out for news on Moxi. When they came back, they told me that it was true Liubo's strength had greatly declined, it was true that Venerable Zhonghua drank every day, and it was also true the priestess named Qingling had turned love into hate. The Book of Fate, however, had failed to include the small detail that he was spending his drunken days in the snowy plum forest and that he had driven Liubo's heirloom sword into a nameless grave like a piece of scrap metal.

Sealing his sword away and retreating to seclusion.

After listening to everything, I looked heavenward and burst out laughing in front of Jia's and Yi's aghast eyes.

"Sansheng, shouldn't you be pained for him right now?" Jia asked.

I patted Jia's shoulder. "No matter how he reincarnated, no matter what tribulation it was, Moxi still got seduced by me. I'm so proud of myself. It's enough for Moxi to be pained alone. All I need to do is put on a grin and wait to seduce him in his next life."

Yi turned to the side and clasped his palms together in prayers. "Amitabha. Good luck, Your Lordship."

In a chipper mood, I went back to the stone and sat around for a few days. When I reckoned time was nearing, I dusted my butt and coolly went off to the human world.