“Jiang Lin’er of Small Jade Peak, Crossing Immortal Gate, using the Previous Life Tear, wishes to form an earth marriage with Wang Fugui of Breaking Heaven Peak lineage, Crossing Immortal Gate.”

In the rear hall of the Old Man Under the Moon’s Palace, the Old Man Under the Moon solemnly murmured, summoning a mass of clay figures from the Crossing Immortal Gate, accompanied by starlight spots, holding the Mutual Longing Treasure Tree.

Small Jade Peak was Changshou’s peak…

The Old Man Under the Moon smiled calmly and began carefully examining each marriage destiny clay figure from the Crossing Immortal Gate.

The Old Man Under the Moon only managed marriage destinies. When marriage destiny clay figures were created, they only came with an original name, birth time and date, current residence, and basic “connections”…

The Heavenly Dao only allowed him, the Old Man Under the Moon, to know these things.

But he could roughly deduce a person’s age through their birth year and month, and from there derive some simple relationships.

Soon, he found all four clay figures belonging to Small Jade Peak, their relationships clear at a glance.

“By age, this should be Young Friend Changshou’s Senior Master, Jiang Lin’er.”

The Old Man Under the Moon stroked his beard and sighed lightly, looking at Jiang Lin’er’s marriage destiny clay figure and seeing six clay figures close to her.

Among them, five clay figures had extended red strings that had already reached near Jiang Lin’er’s figure;

But Jiang Lin’er’s figure only had one red string extending from her right hand toward the sixth figure —

Breaking Heaven Peak lineage’s Wang Fugui.

And around Wang Fugui’s left ankle was wrapped a red string, distantly facing the red string shot out by Jiang Lin’er, but the two were a section short of connecting.

The Old Man Under the Moon calculated with his fingers, then knew these two red strings had once been connected but later broke.

“So that’s how it is.”

The Old Man Under the Moon stroked his beard in contemplation. Currently, this Wang Fugui already had strands of dao charm entwined around him, a sign of approaching the Golden Immortal realm.

The Old Man Under the Moon’s cultivation was limited, and the Heavenly Dao power he could mobilize was also limited. Trying to manifest red strings for a Golden Immortal would bring considerable backlash and make it easy for the other party to deduce the cause and effect.

But now, both people had feelings, only the red string was a section short.

In this situation, even if one had already cultivated to Golden Immortal, as long as he, the Old Man Under the Moon, acted, he could facilitate good things…

Though the Old Man Under the Moon claimed outwardly he couldn’t affect Golden Immortals’ marriages, specific situations required specific analysis.

“But this Wang Fugui’s tribulation is imminent…

If he can’t become a Golden Immortal, wouldn’t that mean Changshou’s Senior Master would be widowed?

How could the fruit of long life be so easy to obtain?”

This Old Man Under the Moon was quite troubled, wanting to send a dream to advise Young Friend Changshou, to have his Senior Master wait until this Wang Fugui cultivated to Golden Immortal before helping connect them, which would be more stable.

But…

‘Forget it, since this Jiang Lin’er is willing and used the Previous Life Tear, I’ll help her.’

At present, the Old Man Under the Moon began operating.

He took out his Heavenly Dao brand golden scissors, first cutting the red string wrapped around ‘Wang Fugui’s’ foot short at the root, then wrapped this red string around ‘Wang Fugui’s’ wrist, and drew it near Jiang Lin’er’s red string.

There was great significance in this!

When ordinary immortals came seeking marriage destiny, even for established marriages, the Old Man Under the Moon wouldn’t tell them anything.

One red string connecting two people, from then on their destiny would not be divided.

If this red string was wrapped around a clay figure’s wrist, it meant this marriage would generally benefit the person corresponding to that clay figure.

If this marriage destiny red string was wrapped around the ankle, it meant this marriage would hold that person back.

If connected directly earlier, Jiang Lin’er would have held back Wang Fugui.

But now, the marriage between Crossing Immortal Gate Small Jade Peak’s Jiang Lin’er and Crossing Immortal Gate Breaking Heaven Peak’s Wang Fugui belonged to ‘advancing hand in hand’, ‘harmonious beauty’, ‘mutual benefit’…

This was the greatest function of the Old Man Under the Moon’s position as a proper deity!

Speaking of different red string wrapping positions, there were several other special situations…

The red string around the neck represents this marriage would bring fatal disaster;

Red string around the waist meant in this marriage, this person would be completely passive, led by the other party.

Of course, not only could the Old Man Under the Moon actively modify them, but these red strings could also move positions on their own…

The Old Man Under the Moon glanced at the only Three Stars Surrounding Moon image from the Crossing Immortal Gate nearby;

Currently, a red string on Li Changshou’s ankle had already moved to his wrist…

Though Li Changshou’s red string was just a thread end, the Old Man Under the Moon was an old immortal official and could naturally distinguish.

After handling Wang Fugui’s red string position, the Old Man Under the Moon took out the Mutual Longing Treasure Tree and gently pricked Jiang Lin’er’s clay figure…

At the Crossing Immortal Gate, Small Jade Peak, by the lakeside cottage.

Jiang Lin’er suddenly ran out from inside, holding the doorframe, biting her lip, eyes like silk threads as she looked toward Breaking Heaven Peak.

She wore a loose long robe that, like her beautiful hair, flowed straight down.

In the pill room, before the furnace;

Li Changshou, who routinely monitored the movements on Small Jade Peak, frowned as he looked at this place.

What was wrong with his Senior Master?

Then, he heard Little Senior Master’s soft moan…

“You heartless Wang Fugui… how do you not know my heart’s intent…”

Wang Fu-!

*cough*!

Li Changshou almost spurted out a mouthful of immortal power, nearly blowing up the pill furnace Elder Wan Linyun had given him!

What the hell was Wang Fugui?

For-Forgetting Emotions Supreme’s original name?

Li Changshou couldn’t help but cover his forehead with one hand – Forgetting Emotions Supreme’s standard for giving himself a dao title was something else!

Meanwhile, in the rear hall of the Old Man Under the Moon’s Palace.

The Old Man Under the Moon hummed a proud tune as he tightly wound the long section of red string that had grown from Jiang Lin’er’s clay figure with Forgetting Emotions Supreme’s red string.

He also plucked a thread from his celebratory robe and tied a true heart knot before smiling with satisfaction.

Locked in.

Being able to facilitate such a pair of immortal love birds also made him quite content.

Then, the Old Man Under the Moon recalled another true heart knot he had tied not long ago.

After returning the Crossing Immortal Gate clay figures to their places, he brought out Ao Yi and Jiang Si’er’s clay figures.

“Oh…”

They were already leaning together?

Good, good, the Old Man Under the Moon nodded with a smile.

Hmm? How did another red string appear at this little dragon prince’s side?

The Old Man Under the Moon frowned slightly, following this red string to look, and immediately saw “in the distance” that clay figure that had appeared at some unknown time.

Wait, the clay figure extending a red string toward Dragon Prince Ao Yi was… a human man?!

“This?”

The Old Man Under the Moon calculated with his fingers, drawing that clay figure over, and with a snip of his scissors, decisively cut this red string short at the root!

“If women were pining for Changshou’s friend that would be one thing, but even men! The customs of the primordial world are declining, and people’s hearts are unstable!”

However, as soon as the Old Man Under the Moon cut this [non-fated] red string, the thread end on that clay figure’s wrist grew into a new red string at visible speed, extending again toward…

The little dragon prince…

“You dare grow again?”

The Old Man Under the Moon’s eyes widened as he rolled up his sleeves and cut with his scissors again.

“Still growing!”

Snip!

“Hey, you think this poor Daoist can’t handle you?!”

Thus, half a day later…

The golden crow rose in the east as the primordial world welcomed the first wave of heat from the sun star.

In the Heavenly Court’s Old Man Under the Moon Palace, the Old Man Under the Moon’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at two clay figures, the ground covered in a dense mass of red strings.

And now, the six hundred and twelfth red string grew again from the wrist of that clay figure named Bian Zhuang, stubbornly extending toward…

East Sea Dragon Palace’s Second Prince Ao Yi!

The Old Man Under the Moon had seen passionate people before;

But to reach this degree, suffering hundreds of setbacks yet still so persistent!

Such a passionate, stubborn, devoted person, the Old Man Under the Moon truly hadn’t seen many!

How much emotion was hidden in this clay figure? Was the whole person assembled from emotion?

But the problem was…

“You’re using the wrong path, Bian Zhuang!”

The Old Man Under the Moon stomped his feet in anger and cursed: “If you were a woman, I might say something to Young Friend Changshou about letting that Dragon Palace Second Prince have another consort.

But you! You!

Waaah, you’re truly infuriating this poor Daoist!”

Just then, the Old Man Under the Moon Palace’s head boy hurriedly reported:

“Master! Great Lord East Wood is coming on his cloud!”

“Oh?”

The Old Man Under the Moon’s spirit shook as he looked at the red strings covering the ground. With a shake of his sleeve, these red strings all transformed into pink light and silently dispersed.

“Just wait until this poor Daoist returns to deal with you!”

At present, the Old Man Under the Moon turned away angrily, arranged his robes, and went out to welcome the guest.

…

Half a month ago.

At the Western Cattle Gift Continent, at Spirit Mountain’s foot, in Daoist Wen Jing’s cave dwelling.

Wearing light blue gauze clothes with an embroidered silk underdress, Daoist Wen Jing stood before a full-length mirror she had casually condensed, carefully examining herself.

In the future, when seeing that man, how about dressing like this?

‘Though this queen doesn’t stoop to pleasing him, even if he is the strongest among the Sage disciples, this queen just appreciates him;

But after all, if he could fall at this queen’s feet, that would also be a wonderful thing.’

“Hahaha, hahaha!”

Thinking of this, Daoist Wen Jing burst into great laughter.

Suddenly, a golden light flew from Spirit Mountain above, landing before Daoist Wen Jing and condensing into a wooden tablet.

Daoist Wen Jing’s laughter immediately stopped as her mouth corner twitched. She casually shattered the mirror before her, its fragments becoming drops of clear water falling into the treasure pool.

She raised her hand to point at the wooden tablet and heard an elderly voice transmit from within:

“On East Sea Dragon Palace Ao Yi’s wedding day, you must lead six thousand puppets and twenty thousand blood mosquitoes to coordinate with the sea clan rebels in a feint attack on the South Sea Dragon Palace, drawing the Dragon Clan experts away from the East Sea Dragon Palace.”

Daoist Wen Jing said softly: “Yes, this subordinate obeys.”

“Mm, after completing this matter, this poor Daoist will naturally request merit for you from the teacher.

You need only serve us wholeheartedly, and we at Western School will surely keep you safe and sound.

But, if you dare harbor other thoughts… hmph!”

“You jest,” Daoist Wen Jing’s mouth corner twisted as she continued smiling: “Without shelter here, where else in the world could accommodate me?”

“Mm, good that you understand.”

An acknowledgment was transmitted from the wooden tablet before it transformed into a golden light and flew away.

‘Trash!’

Daoist Wen Jing cursed in her heart, her mood becoming much worse.

‘Such an obvious feint attack, do they think the Dragon Clan can’t see through it?

Even if the Dragon Clan can’t see through it, can it fool that little man’s thieving eyes?’

Feint attacks the South Sea Dragon Palace, draws the tiger from the mountain, and then attacks Ao Yi’s wedding at the East Sea Dragon Palace…

This seemed like a good strategy but was full of holes.

If the sea clan rebels wanted to heavily wound the Dragon Clan, why not gather their strength and directly attack the East Sea Dragon Palace?

If Daoist Wen Jing were arranging this matter, she would pick the weakest of the Four Seas Dragon Palaces – the North Sea Dragon Palace – and use full force to break through the North Sea Dragon Palace, giving the Dragon Clan a heavy blow!

Then send several Sage disciple level experts to the East Sea’s sea eye to spread ‘demon-inciting’ methods, turning the remnant souls of those Dragon Clan experts filling the sea eye into demon obstacles to cause trouble for the East Sea Dragon Palace…

This would be a heavy hammer blow to the Dragon Clan!

It could directly crush the Dragon Clan which was now already weak inside despite appearing strong outside!

At that time, the Western School could directly extend an olive branch, and wouldn’t subdue the Dragon Clan be done?

‘Unfortunately, you’ve already lost such a wise and resourceful queen like me.’

Daoist Wen Jing swept her sleeve and floated back to her bed.

She had originally wanted to directly report to the South Sea God to continue earning merit, but Daoist Wen Jing unconsciously…

First, stabilize things.

She deliberately waited half a month, confirming through the blood mosquito puppets distributed among various sea clan rebels that the plan she had received was indeed true.

Only then did she use divine abilities to activate a blood mosquito hidden in a fish demon’s primordial spirit near An Water City in the South Jambu Continent, silently floating toward An Water City.

Flying above the Sea God Temple, Daoist Wen Jing still wanted to use her old trick of finding that old temple priest she had controlled before to annoy this Sea God.

But after a slight sensing, she found…

Today the Sea God was home, currently receiving guests in the Sea God Temple’s rear hall.

Daoist Wen Jing gave a cold laugh and floated to the rear hall, landing on the beam to look at the three white-haired, white-bearded old men below.

In the main seat, a kindly thin elder in white robes was naturally the South Sea God, the Human School’s Little Law Master’s avatar, and also her current following target who held her future fate.

The other two, one wearing blue robes and one wearing festive red robes, the former at Golden Immortal realm and the latter at Heaven Immortal realm, their whole bodies emanating shocking…

Heavenly Dao merit!

Daoist Wen Jing was instantly moved, but just as she was about to act, she heard Li Changshou’s transmission…

“These two are important ministers of the Heavenly Court, are you sure you want to sting them?”

The blood mosquito instantly froze as Daoist Wen Jing in her cave dwelling at Western Cattle Gift Continent mouth corner twisted as she gave an embarrassed laugh.

However, this scene made Daoist Wen Jing believe three parts more of what Li Changshou had said before.

Below, these two Heavenly Court ministers were discussing various details about congratulating the East Sea Dragon Palace with the South Sea God, also transmitting much information to Daoist Wen Jing…

The Sea God truly was an important figure in the Heavenly Court.

This wasn’t Li Changshou deliberately scheming, just two groups of guests happening to arrive together…

Thus, being able to let Daoist Wen Jing see more hope was also a good thing.

Counting the days, Daoist Wen Jing came this time to tell him about Western School’s arrangements targeting Ao Yi’s wedding.

Li Changshou didn’t think much about it, knowing he would know later;

He continued discussing with East Wood Lord and his old friend the Old Man Under the Moon about specific congratulatory gifts for Ao Yi, the Old Man Under the Moon’s blessing words, and how many Heavenly Generals and soldiers to bring…

The Heavenly Court’s congratulatory group for East Sea Dragon Palace Ao Yi’s wedding, appointed by His Majesty the Jade Emperor, was now officially established.

The group leader was East Wood Lord, the deputy leader was the South Sea God who had not yet received his proper deity position, and the group secretary… naturally was the Old Man Under the Moon.

East Wood Lord pondered for a few moments, tactfully raising a suggestion…

“Friend Old Man Under the Moon’s cultivation isn’t too high, being a civil official of the Heavenly Court – should we assign several Golden Immortal realm military commanders to escort?”

Li Changshou glanced at the Old Man Under the Moon, worried his old friend would feel awkward, but the Old Man Under the Moon just smiled and nodded, showing no discomfort.

“Does the Heavenly Court currently… have any?”

“We naturally do, though not many.”

“Then please trouble Wood Lord to petition His Majesty, requesting two experts to come along.”

Li Changshou said seriously: “Wood Lord must remember, though His Majesty arranged this matter for us three to handle, we cannot make any decisions arbitrarily. For everything, we must not weary of troubling His Majesty for decisions.

Currently, the Heavenly Court has few affairs – we must not fear trouble in this matter. Wait until the Heavenly Court operates normally, then we can complete and perfect matters before reporting to His Majesty.”

East Wood Lord and the Old Man Under the Moon both thought for a moment before nodding.

Daoist Wen Jing privately snorted, ‘This guy does know a lot.’

She had been somewhat bored when she saw a painting scroll hanging in the main hall and unconsciously looked at it for a few moments;

In a daze, Daoist Wen Jing felt a sharp sword intent, her whole body instantly shuddering as cold sweat soaked through three layers of clothes…

This- this was!?