6kv Chapter 121: Even Qingwan isn't half as pretty!
Chapter 121: Even Qingwan isn't half as pretty!
Holding the ancestral tablet in his hand, the cool, wooden touch brought a sense of solace to Lu Yuan's wildly beating heart.
However, invoking the ancestral master to possess one's body is not as simple as calling upon Gu Qingwan.
Lu Yuan could summon Gu Qingwan with just a thought.
However, if one does not possess the true essence of the patriarch, one must go through various steps to "invite" him.
The current situation certainly cannot be resolved through those complicated steps.
The only option is to use the True Knowledge to invite the Ancestral Master.
Now, he is completely empty-handed, not even a wisp of wind can stir him.
If you want to invite the ancestral master, you must wait until the true essence within your body is restored.
Fortunately, the amount of knowledge required to invite the patriarch is not much.
Just wait another minute or two.
However, the being above him who has just become a god might not give him those two minutes.
The moonlight, like water, poured down on the desolate land of Luoyanpo, which had just experienced a bloody battle.
No longer a cold, luminous glow, but a viscous, flowing liquid of light, was converging from all directions toward the figure high in the sky, in homage. High in the sky, the "Perfect God" who had just completed his ultimate transformation stood barefoot on the nebula mist formed by spiritual energy.
Her long, black hair moved without wind, leaving inky afterimages behind her.
She lowered her head slightly, her starry eyes looking down at the five people who were lying on the ground below.
There was no murderous intent, no resentment, and not even the violence commonly seen in evil spirits in that gaze.
There was only one kind of curiosity... a curiosity so pure it was chilling.
The ambiguous smile still lingered on her flawless face.
But those two arched eyebrows, like distant mountains veiled in ink, furrowed in an almost imperceptible curve.
She was puzzled.
Why didn't those five people turn into porcelain just now?
There wasn't even the slightest sign of vitrification.
Of course, the reason why Lu Yuan and his group of five did not turn into porcelain was because they were not affected by the illusion array just now.
Therefore, it will not change.
The God of Perfection's gaze lingered on Xu Erxiao for two breaths before turning to Wang Cheng'an.
These two are the least skilled; they've already been captivated.
The "Goddess of Beauty" then looked at Tan Jiji and Shen Shulan, who were still somewhat conscious.
Finally, the image focuses on Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan did not react.
He didn't even show a trace of obsession or fear.
For the first time, a very subtle expression, resembling "confusion," appeared on the flawless face of the "Goddess of Beauty."
She blinked.
Her red lips parted slightly.
A voice resounded directly in the depths of everyone's soul.
Am I pretty?
These three words were uttered from those flawless red lips.
It's not a sound.
Or rather, it's not entirely sound.
That's something more fundamental.
It is the concept of "beauty" itself that is vibrating, it is the rule of "beauty" that is whispering.
It is the power of words formed from all the yearning and obsession with "beauty" in countless broken lives.
She has perfectly become a god!
She is no longer obsessed with becoming more beautiful.
What she's obsessed with now is being recognized!
The moment the sound waves spread, even the moonlight on Luoyan Slope was distorted.
The moonlight no longer fell evenly, but instead flowed like water towards the figure high in the sky.
A soft halo formed around her.
Within the halo, there were faint illusions of celestial flowers falling and lingering echoes of celestial music.
It contains the most exquisite silhouettes of all the beautiful things in the world.
The peach blossoms in early spring, the fullest moon in autumn nights, the glowing coral in the deep sea, the crystalline snow on the mountaintops that never melts...
This is no longer French.
It is the "power" that naturally emanates when the concept of "beauty" is embodied in life.
The first to break down was Wang Cheng'an.
He was the closest, the least skilled, and his mind had already been teetering on the brink of collapse when he witnessed the transformation of the God of Perfection.
When those three words entered my ears...
No, it's when it's directly poured into the soul.
Wang Cheng'an shuddered violently.
His body, which had been slumped on the ground, slowly straightened up.
It wasn't that he wanted to straighten up; some force pulled his spine, vertebra by vertebra, lifting him from his limp state. His eyes were fixed on the figure high in the sky.
The pupils began to dilate.
The figure of the "Goddess of Beauty" continued to expand in his pupils, gradually filling his entire field of vision and his entire consciousness.
"beautiful……"
Wang Chengan's lips trembled as he uttered the word.
His voice changed.
It was no longer that booming voice that used to hurl insults, but had become gentle, intoxicating, and carried an almost reverent tremor:
"So beautiful...so beautiful..."
The blood and dust on his face, under that invisible divine light, transformed into paint on the saint's face.
He raised his hand tremblingly, reaching into the air, trying to touch the unreachable hem of the garment.
"How can she be...so beautiful..."
His breathing became rapid and spasmodic, his chest heaving violently, each heartbeat like a response to God's call with his life.
"Everything I have... belongs to you..."
Wang Chengan murmured obsessively, his eyes vacant yet feverish.
It was as if a devout believer had finally seen the true face of the deity he had worshipped all his life.
Wang Cheng'an murmured, his voice growing softer and softer, his eyes becoming increasingly infatuated:
"Please... let me... look at you one more time..."
The second one is Xu Erxiao.
Xu Erxiao was still trying to stay awake by biting his cheek.
But when those three words entered my mind
Xu Erxiao froze.
His head, which had been turned away, was forcibly turned back to the sky, little by little, as if by an invisible giant hand.
His eyes met those starry eyes.
"Hold……"
Xu Erxiao's lips moved, as if he wanted to curse.
But the word "fuck" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it completely.
Because his brain is being frantically washed over, covered, and reshaped by something else.
He saw it.
It's not about seeing with your eyes, but about some deeper level of perception being forcibly unlocked.
He saw the starlight flowing from the hair of the goddess of perfection, and the faint spiritual veins beneath her skin.
I saw the countless joys and sorrows of life contained in the half-smile on her lips.
Those extreme emotions, once refined, transform into a complex and heartbreaking beauty.
This kind of beauty transcends gender, desire, and even life and death.
It strikes at the deepest part of the soul, awakening the most primal and instinctive yearning for "beauty" in living beings.
Like moths drawn to a flame.
Like a sunflower facing the sun.
"Damn it..."
Xu Erxiao made a strange hoarse sound in his throat. He tried to look away, but his eyeballs seemed to be nailed to the ground.
His massive body began to tremble, not from fear, but from an irrepressible urge to get closer.
"nice·……"
Xu Erxiao's eyes glazed over completely.
He grinned, revealing a foolish smile that seemed utterly incongruous with his large, fat face:
"It's so beautiful..."
"She's even prettier than... Wang Erya from our village..."
The third is Tan Jiji.
But Tan Jiji was not obsessed with this so-called "beauty".
His lips moved, but the sound he made was cold, aged, and devoid of emotion.
It was as if an ancestor of the Xingyou Tan family was speaking through his mouth:
"Beauty... is an illusion..."
"Appearances...will eventually decay..."
"Divinity...can also be tarnished..."
"The Tan family bloodline... does not reveal its true nature..."
This is the bloodline instinct of the Xingyou Tan family resisting, using the "principles" passed down for hundreds of years to fight against the erosion of "beauty".
but
High in the sky, the God of Perfection tilted his head slightly and looked at Tan Jiji.
A hint of...interest flashed in his starry eyes.
She parted her red lips slightly and uttered two more words:
"real?"
This time, those two words carried a force of "questioning" as they directly struck the ancestor within Tan Jiji's body.
The force crashed directly into the depths of Tan Jiji's bloodline.
哢嚓
A sound that seemed to shatter from the very soul.
Tan Jiji let out a muffled groan, and black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The aged and cold aura within him vanished instantly, replaced by a more fanatical greed.
"Let me...see clearly..."
Tan Jiji stretched out her trembling hand, her fingertips tracing lines in the air, as if trying to trace that flawless outline.
His voice reverted to his own, hoarse and frantic.
"How...did you become like this...?"
Tell me... I want some too...
The last one is Shen Shulan.
Of all the people, she was the one who guarded her Dao heart the most firmly.
When the question "Am I beautiful?" echoed in her mind, she bit her tongue, the sharp pain and the taste of blood keeping her conscious for the last moment. Her right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, her left hand formed the Heart-Guarding Mantra, and she frantically recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra of the Jade Pivot Thunder Scripture.
However... it was no use.
That power was not magic, nor incantation; it was the rule itself.
Like water, it penetrates everywhere.
Like the wind, it is everywhere.
It's not asking you a question, but rather declaring an answer directly in your mind.
Am I pretty?
These three words echoed and amplified in Shen Shulan's mind, until they resonated with her.
She heard a voice answering from deep within her heart.
"beautiful."
That was her own voice.
It was her most primal, undisguised, instinctive answer after stripping away all Taoist principles, precepts, and reason.
Shen Shulan's face instantly turned pale.
She knew she couldn't hold on any longer.
Because she couldn't lie, it truly was the ultimate beauty, a creation beyond the boundaries of her more than twenty years of cultivation, unimaginable to her. So beautiful you couldn't deny it, so beautiful that even knowing it was an evil spirit, you couldn't help but want to look at it a few more times.
This kind of beauty even makes you feel that denying it is a sin.
"No……"
Shen Shulan squeezed out the word through his teeth, his voice as light as a feather.
Her vision began to distort, and her consciousness was being stripped away.
The figure high in the sky became hazy and dreamlike under the moonlight, as if it were no longer a physical entity.
Rather, it was the illusion that ultimately coalesced from all her prayers for "beauty."
And she... only wanted to embrace this illusion.
"I……"
Shen Shulan's hand holding the sword lost its strength.
The longsword clattered against the gravel.
She looked up, and the moonlight illuminated her pale cheeks, revealing two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks.
That was her reason, her final lament before it completely collapsed.
"beautiful……"
She finally uttered that word.
Then, as if all her energy had been drained away, her body slowly leaned forward, her knees buckled, and her hands weakly supported her. In an almost prostrate posture of worship, she lowered her proud head towards the figure in the sky.
Her long, black hair fell down, obscuring her face.
It also obscured the last glimmer of clarity in her eyes.
At this point
Xu Erxiao chuckled foolishly and reached out, attempting to embrace the void.
Wang Chengan murmured to himself, willing to offer up his entire soul.
Tan Jiji gazed greedily, yearning for the mystery that had transformed into beauty.
Shen Shulan knelt down with his head bowed, his Dao heart completely collapsing.
All four were trapped.
Only one person...
Lu Yuan was looking at the four people around him with a blank expression, then looked up at the so-called "goddess of beauty" in the sky.
Uh……
To be honest, Lu Yuan really didn't know why he was alright.
Could it be that the mental cultivation method in the "Tao" is protecting my body?
That's not right. The little bit of true swallow that had just recovered in my body had to be saved for the ancestral master; I didn't dare to use it at all.
Is there some kind of secret weapon helping them in the dark?
Lu Yuan checked around, but found nothing.
That makes things really strange.
What exactly is the reason?
Lu Yuan really didn't understand.
But there was one thing he understood perfectly from beginning to end.
That is……
This "goddess of beauty"...
Uh... it's not that great either!
Of course, when Lu Yuan said she was "not very good", he didn't mean she wasn't pretty.
Of course she's beautiful.
They're all so beautiful they've become goddesses, how could they not be beautiful?
But Lu Yuan felt... wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?
That's it?
Is this level of skill enough to be called a "goddess of beauty"?
Is there something wrong with my aesthetic sense?
In Lu Yuan's eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Uh……
It has to be Gu Qingwan!
Especially that day, Lu Yuan dressed Gu Qingwan in a new outfit and then fitted her with glasses.
The moment Gu Qingwan opened her eyes in front of him…
My goodness!
That was absolutely breathtaking, breathtakingly beautiful!
Lu Yuan didn't even dare to imagine what Gu Qingwan would be like once she fully recovered.
The so-called "goddess of beauty" before my eyes...
Hmm, she's not even half as good as Gu Qingwan!
So, in Lu Yuan's eyes, could this "Goddess of Beauty" rank second?
wrong!
Big mistake! !
In terms of looks alone, this "goddess of beauty" is at best on par with Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin, tied for second place.
but……
She's only tied for second place in terms of looks!
As for body shape!
Ok……
You little scoundrel!
Actually, this "goddess of beauty" has a perfect figure, the golden ratio. However, perhaps Lu Yuan's aesthetic sense is... a bit perverse. Lu Yuan likes the kind of fleshy, mature, and voluptuous woman to the extreme, the kind that can be described as lewd.
Let's be frank and speak openly!
It has to be like Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin, who walk with a swaying gait, their beautiful flesh trembling all over their bodies!
The "god of beauty" in front of you? !
Not even close!!!
This is nothing!
Besides, Lu Yuan had already verified the credentials of Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin!
On our wedding night, tsk.
Two stunningly beautiful female donkeys, one red and one purple, plopped down on the kang (heated brick bed).
Aunt Qin was below, and Aunt Qiao'er was on top of Aunt Qin.
Tsk~
That's what you call beautiful!!
This "goddess of beauty" is utterly worthless!
Lu Yuan didn't know whether it was his own twisted aesthetic sense that saved him.
Anyway...
From the initial transformation of this so-called "goddess of beauty" to her use of words to seek recognition.
Lu Yuan was only slightly distracted.
To call it obsession, to call it ecstasy?
Don't be ridiculous, Lu Yuan didn't even react.
If it were someone else, like Aunt Qiao'er or Aunt Qin, who would just sit up like that on the kang (heated brick bed).
Lu Yuan had already pounced on him!
This "goddess of beauty"... is really just so-so!
At this moment, the "Goddess of Beauty" under the moonlight looked down at the reactions of Xu Erxiao, Wang Chengan, Tan Jiji, and Shen Shulan.
An expression of utter satisfaction shone on her flawless face.
Finally, her gaze fell on Lu Yuan.
When she saw Lu Yuan's bored, even somewhat disgusted expression.
For the first time, the "Goddess of Beauty's" exquisitely beautiful face showed surprise.
She seemed completely unable to understand why a mortal could be so indifferent to "beauty".
"Am I...not beautiful?"
She spoke, her voice carrying a hint of bewilderment stemming from divinity.
At that moment, Lu Yuan suddenly pulled out the ancestral tablet behind him and cursed loudly at the sky:
"She's not even half as pretty as Qingwan!!"
"You're so beautiful, what a load of bull! You're just infatuated with your mother!!!"
The next second, the wisp of true essence that Lu Yuan had just recovered from was completely poured into the ancestral master's tablet!
He mustered all his strength and let out a deafening roar:
"Grandmaster, save me!!!"