Su Xiaomo was very fortunate.
After finishing the play, she actually didn’t get beaten!
You must know, she’d played a villain who was trying to steal the protagonist’s wife—absolutely courting death.
In the end, Jun Changxiao didn’t follow the normal script and, like Hua Meigui, became himself while acting.
“The Sect Master wasn’t mad?”
After the play ended, everyone was thinking about this question.
When Su Xiaomo was playing the Bull Demon King and stopped Madam from leaving, the Sect Master called out Su Xiaomo’s name—his tone and expression were completely normal.
“I was mad.”
In a courtyard filled with roses, Jun Changxiao gave an explanation. “But I also regained consciousness.”
“When did you regain consciousness?” Hua Meigui looked at him.
“…”
Jun Changxiao was silent for a moment before speaking. “The moment you put down the ceremonial cape and turned to leave.”
Pain.
Stimulated his nerves.
Allowed him to emerge from Monkey King’s memories.
Though the description was simple, in fact, during those few seconds, Jun Changxiao’s internal drama could fill an entire chapter, especially his past with Hua Meigui, which swept through his consciousness sea like movie scenes.
As a martial artist, unless one didn’t want to remember certain things or had lost memory due to certain factors, there was no such thing as forgetting.
Those memories had been forgotten in a corner, quietly waiting for a certain node to explode and loudly tell their master that some things couldn’t be forgotten—they were even deeply etched in bone.
Therefore.
During the acting process, when Hua Meigui abandoned her Zixia Fairy identity and returned to herself, she actually helped Jun Changxiao transform from madness to normalcy.
It could also be said that Jun Changxiao had Hua Meigui in his heart. Seeing her put down the phoenix crown and ceremonial cape and leave in tears, the memories and emotions that had been suppressed all along finally took the initiative and exploded.
“Thank you.”
“For taking care of me, for understanding me.”
During the mad period, Jun Changxiao remembered Hua Meigui’s kindness, remembered her day and night guardianship, and even more remembered how she wove a play for him, allowing him in the play to truly be unrestrained and do as he pleased.
“You don’t need to thank me. I had selfish motives too.”
Hua Meigui looked at him. “I took liberties with the story you told and forcibly merged another story into the script.”
Jun Changxiao had told the story of Journey to the West and also A Chinese Odyssey—the original work and a fan fiction. But the plot involving Zhizunbao and Zixia Fairy had been deliberately added by her.
Hua Meigui’s selfish motive was to enter his life as Zixia Fairy, even if marriage was deliberately arranged.
I’ll weave a play for you, and I’ll be the female lead.
Back in the Soul Clan Continent, their marriage had been putting on an act.
Now, the script Hua Meigui wove was still a play, because she knew it couldn’t happen in reality.
“Good adaptation.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Lovers finally united.”
Hua Meigui smiled.
Not because of the praise, but because he’d regained consciousness.
But there was still inexplicable melancholy in her heart, because no matter how perfect the play was, it was ultimately just a play—reality would remain unchanged upon return.
“Life itself is a play, with male and female leads, supporting roles, and melodramatic plot points.” Jun Changxiao leaned closer, pressed against her ear, and said softly, “My play is still missing a female lead. Are you willing to perform the role?”
Hua Meigui’s smile froze, then she stepped back several paces.
Because she’d heard many stories, she could understand some professional terminology.
But…
Hua Meigui looked at him with suspicious eyes. “Are you Jun Changxiao?”
“He’s not!”
The system roared. “He’s not!”
It could listen to the host’s inner thoughts and absolutely didn’t believe Gou Sheng would say such mushy words. Moreover, still missing a female lead—this was too affected!
Had he been replaced?
Been possessed?
Or had his brain been kicked by a donkey?
“As you said, tired.”
Jun Changxiao walked forward two steps and smiled. “Actually, I’m quite tired too. Why not just lay our cards on the table.”
Hearing this, Doraemon Q Dream and Feng Yichen, who’d been following Gou Sheng’s romantic situation for years, excitedly embraced each other, tears streaming down like rain. “Finally seeing the moon through the clouds!”
“Remember this.”
Jun Changxiao took another step, placing his finger under Hua Meigui’s chin. “In my play, you are the female lead.”
“No way!”
The system roared. “Where’s the blade! I need to split this guy open and see what soul is in his brain!”
What kind of person Gou Sheng was, it understood better than anyone. Today he suddenly transformed into a domineering CEO—this simply violated all reason. Especially since ascending to the upper realm, he’d been constantly criticized for being out of character. If the straight-man persona was gone too, heaven and earth would truly collapse!
Speaking of which.
The system’s internal monologue—Jun Changxiao definitely knew about it. In the past, he’d definitely tell it to get lost, but this time he rarely didn’t talk back, treating it like air, like it didn’t exist.
“Hah!”
“Hah hah!”
Hua Meigui’s breathing became somewhat rapid, her chest heaving continuously.
He acknowledged her?
He accepted her?
No, no, too nervous, too sudden, couldn’t accept it.
The former Jun Changxiao hid his feelings away, acting like a moron. Hua Meigui had grown accustomed to it. Today he suddenly transformed into a domineering CEO—anyone would be unable to handle it!
“Big sister!”
“Give me a straight answer!”
As soon as Jun Changxiao said this, it immediately had that familiar flavor.
“He hasn’t been replaced or possessed!” The system confirmed. “He really is Jun Changxiao!”
“I…”
Hua Meigui placed her hand on her heaving chest, trying to control her emotions, then lowered her head, becoming like a shy little girl. “I’m willing to be the female lead in your play.”
“This is clearly a serious xuanhuan novel, how did it suddenly become a romance!” The system roared while being dragged out by Little Duo and Feng Yichen, repeatedly beaten along the way and cursed at. “You talk too much!”
“Let me go!”
“The plot’s wrong, the style’s wrong!”
“This must be a dream, this must be acting! I haven’t gone mad! They’re the ones who’ve gone mad!”
…
In the courtyard filled with roses.
Jun Changxiao and Hua Meigui stood very close, one smiling gently, one shyly lowering her head—the scene seemed frozen.
“Snap!”
The elusive Li Shangtian captured the moment.
Jun Changxiao raised his hand, his five fingers proactively interlacing with her five fingers. “When I’ve finished dealing with what comes next, I’ll hold a grand wedding for you and invite strong cultivators from the upper universe as witnesses.”
“Is that necessary?”
Hua Meigui said, “We’ve already married twice.”
“That was acting.” Jun Changxiao said, “Besides, only weddings where red envelope money is collected count as real!”
“Puchi!”
Hua Meigui covered her mouth and smiled. “Do you actually want to get married, or do you want to collect red envelope money?”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao gently pulled her into his embrace. “I want both!”
“And our children—their birth, full-month celebration, hundred-day banquet, coming-of-age ceremony—every strong cultivator in the upper universe who’s reached the Truth-Seeking Realm must come to celebrate. Not one can be absent!”
The voice wasn’t loud, only echoing in the courtyard.
However.
When Jun Changxiao spoke these words, they seemed to contain profound dao mysteries, directly piercing through the Eternal Realm, piercing through the Crossing Heaven Realm, transforming into countless streams of light flying in all directions.
In an instant.
No matter how distant, no matter how remote, every strong cultivator who’d broken through to the Truth-Seeking Realm felt their hearts tremble, felt a strange sensation arise, foretelling that a tribulation would soon appear.
“This is!”
A top-tier diviner stood up in shock. “A calamity of wealth loss!”