I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 83

She had arrived.

After slaying the demonic creatures, Jiang Yuning’s complexion looked much improved, and Wanqi Yanjing had reverted to her original form.

Without time to discuss future matters with the people of the Immortal Mansion, Wanqi Yanjing entrusted everything to Ling Le’s leadership. She transformed into a phoenix and soared toward the Star-Observing Platform.

The brilliant light of the phoenix shimmered amidst the iridescent clouds. As the radiance grew more magnificent, the people of the Immortal Mansion watched with trembling hearts.

“I never expected the Empress of the Qin Kingdom to possess such formidable strength. After this battle, she seems even more powerful!”

“In the days without the Divine Wood, the Phoenix Clan could only find life through death, gaining a brief moment of brilliance through continuous annihilation. If you feel this way, it means the Divine Wood is gradually recovering and growing,” Ling Le said, looking at the sky with gratification.

Jiang Mengran had devoted her entire heart and soul to preserving a sliver of hope for the Divine Wood’s growth and guarding the future of the Zhai and Qin Kingdoms. Exhausting her immortal power, she had fallen into the cycle of reincarnation. She strictly observed the entrustment of her dear friend, Wanqi Sangyan, unable to forget it even unto death. Ling Le, who had once practiced cultivation alongside her at the Langhuan Immortal Mansion, shared the bond of classmates. Thus, she was willing to lend Jiang Yiqing a hand and had now stepped forward to set the world right.

“It is only you, Mengran… a wisp of your divine consciousness resides within the Divine Wood. If the Divine Wood succeeds, I wonder if you, too, can return to this world?” Ling Le’s voice carried a rare trace of melancholy.

If it were any other immortal art, bringing the dead back to life would be impossible. However, the Divine Wood was the entity that governed the vitality of heaven and earth—when one tree lives, all things grow. The mysteries within were far beyond what the mortal realm could measure.

When Wanqi Yanjing reached the Star-Observing Platform, she saw Jiang Xian standing in a daze. On the ground, the Wutong Divine Wood had already grown to the length of an arm.

“Grandmaster Jiang, what exactly happened? Where is my Ancestress?”

To be precise, where was her Ancestress’s “Thread of Passion”? Wanqi Yanjing did not see it.

“She said that the cultivation of the Divine Wood cannot lack certain elements, especially since she has lived for a thousand years and possesses immense spiritual power. Her Thread of Passion was an essential component. So, just a moment ago, she merged herself into the Threads of Passion of the Wanqi Clan.” Jiang Xian looked at Wanqi Yanjing; the resemblance between the two caused a sharp pang in her heart. “Tell me… do you think she will never come back?”

“…” Although she didn’t know the specific details, there was one thing she was certain of. “Grandmaster Jiang, the Wutong Divine Wood and the Phoenix are bound by destiny. If Yiqing grows into the new Divine Wood, I believe the Ancestress will also have a sliver of hope for survival.”

“She must blame me for being cold to her,” Jiang Xian said. “That is why she left so quickly.”

The fireworks in the sky had not yet fully burned out, but Jiang Xian’s heart had begun to turn cold. She whispered, “If only I had told her sooner that the ‘Star-Fall’ was a birthday gift I prepared for her all those years ago.”

“Please do not grieve. The priority now is to find a suitable place for the Divine Wood to grow.” Wanqi Yanjing didn’t know how to comfort her. Looking at the Divine Wood sapling, she said, “Grandmaster Jiang, I will take Yiqing with me first.”

“Very well…” Jiang Xian stood silently, looking as if she had lost her soul.

At that moment, the final voice transmission left by Wanqi Sangyan echoed quietly:

“Xian’er, you aren’t crying again, are you?”

“Back then, I left a drop of Phoenix Blood within the Divine Wood. If Jiang Yiqing can grow into the new Divine Wood, I will be able to return by riding that momentum.”

“I am leaving without a word again, but I promise you, this is the last time.”

Jiang Xian was struck by an immense wave of joy. Only then did she realize that Wanqi Sangyan might have anticipated such a possibility long ago—this was the only way they could truly be together.

The hope was slim, but why hadn’t she told her?

She would rather hold onto a glimmer of hope and wait forever than live through all these years of yearning mixed with resentment, her heart broken.

The Far East

In the Far East, near the sea cliffs, there was once a volcanic eruption in ancient times. Now, it was a vast plain with thousands of miles of fertile land.

The phoenix, holding the Divine Wood sapling in its beak, arrived at this place where ancient texts claimed the Wutong Divine Wood first appeared.

She sought out the highest point of the plain and, with the solitary obsession of a phoenix, planted the Wutong tree upon which her own life depended.

“Yiqing, how long must I wait for you to wake up?” Wanqi Yanjing sighed in her heart. She flew to the North Sea, gathering rain and dew with her phoenix wings to personally water the sapling. When it was hot, she used her wings to shield it from the scorching sun; when it was cold, she wrapped her wings around the sapling to bring it warmth.

Beside the phoenix and the Wutong was the Soul-Sustaining Lamp, shining upon them without a moment’s pause.

Time passed in this manner, though she knew not how long. Wanqi Yanjing built a Phoenix Terrace and constructed palaces on this land.

“Yiqing, the moment you wake up, you will see beautiful palaces. I prepared them specifically for you. You will be happy when you see them, right?”

Jiang Yiqing could see everything, but she could not move. She saw the system prompt: “Phoenix Passion Thread Fragments ??”.

Those threads of passion had been merged into her system, and her own form had entered the space. The system immediately began producing growth experience for the Wutong Divine Wood.

The experience grew every day, and her growth became increasingly rapid. However, to grow from a sapling into the sky-covering stature of the original Wutong Divine Wood would take far too long.

She couldn’t let her wait that long, so she kept praying for the day she could return to human form to arrive sooner.

Finally, one moment, she heard her voice clearly. Like a phoenix chick about to break its shell, she heard the outside world through that layer.

“Yiqing, two years have passed. If you don’t come back soon, what if I grow old and ugly?”

Nonsense, Jiang Yiqing thought, how can an immortal grow old?

“By the way, that fellow Jiang Yuxiu is even more long-winded than I am. She says I brought you to this barren wasteland and insists on seeking justice from me. If you don’t come back, we’re going to end up in a fight.”

Wanqi Yanjing and her Imperial Sister were the two people Jiang Yiqing cared for most in the world. At that moment, she found the firm courage to break the shell.

Wanqi Yanjing saw a new layer of protective casing grow over the topmost leaf bud. By now, she was so familiar with the tree’s growth that she knew exactly how many leaves it had. The arrival of the new leaf made her very happy.

However, within the protective casing of that bud, a white, jade-like flower bud gradually appeared.

“It’s blooming?” Wanqi Yanjing was astonished. It was only the second year, yet it was already blooming. That meant the day of bearing fruit was not far off. “Will I see Yiqing when the fruit ripens?”

In March, the Wutong tree bloomed with white flowers, emitting a faint fragrance. Two months later, the fruit Wanqi Yanjing had long awaited finally appeared.

“Yiqing was the last Vermillion Fruit of the Divine Wood. Now that she has borne fruit, it means the Divine Wood has entered its official stage of rapid growth. In time, it will surely become a majestic immortal tree with a canopy wider than any other.”

While she was muttering, a Vermillion Fruit fell from the tree. Wanqi Yanjing hurriedly reached out to catch it. The fruit shed its shell in her hand, and a round little thing appeared.

Before Wanqi Yanjing could recover from her shock, it transformed into a thumb-sized girl, then slipped from her palm to the ground, instantly becoming a girl of six or seven years old.

“Yiqing?” Wanqi Yanjing looked at the girl’s features, which were identical to Yiqing’s, and was overcome with amazement.

The little girl smiled at her and quickly transformed again, turning into a young woman.

Wanqi Yanjing looked at her in awe. Jiang Yiqing had finally become a woman of her own age and threw herself into her arms.

“It’s me, I’m back.” Jiang Yiqing let out a yawn, as if she had just woken up. “Saving up experience… I’m exhausted.”

The joy of reclaiming what was lost left Wanqi Yanjing speechless for a moment. Then, her first instinct was to tell the whole world the news.

“It’s Yiqing! My Yiqing is back!”

She immediately transformed into a phoenix and carried Jiang Yiqing up to the Phoenix Terrace. Jiang Yiqing looked at this world created specifically for her, gazing at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and her spirits soared.

Previously, whenever she was sad about not being able to meet Wanqi Yanjing, she would play the Sheng (reed pipe) in her space. Due to long-term infusion of spiritual power, the ordinary pipe she had bought from the system had now become an extraordinary spiritual treasure.

Jiang Yiqing named it the “Jing-Qing Sheng.”

She took out the Jing-Qing Sheng and played a long, ethereal melody. Mortals looking up could see the phoenix flying high and hear the melodious music. It was truly: On the Phoenix Terrace, the phoenix wanders; with a song of the Sheng, the scenery and love are in harmony.

The phoenix and the immortal maiden soared together, finally perching together upon the Wutong tree. This sight was admired by thousands, possessing an elegant, immortal grace.

Within the Wutong Divine Tree, a spiritual entity seemed to sense the yearning in the music. It transformed into two spots of white light and vanished into the homes of ordinary people.

At the same time, on the Ninth Heaven, Ling Le whispered, “She has arrived.”

On the Star-Observing Platform, Jiang Xian wore a smile: “I am waiting for you.”

Jiang Yuning, who had already become Empress, married Master Qiyun as her Consort, successfully winning her beauty.

“No one would have thought that we would be the first couple to find fulfillment,” Jiang Yuning said with a laugh, raising a wine cup to him.

“Your Majesty, I…” Although he was not good with alcohol, Qiyun drank it all in one gulp.

“Send this wine to my Imperial Sister as well. I invite her to the palace to attend the wedding.”

“Whose wedding?” Qiyun asked curiously.

“Prince Xiu hasn’t married a wife yet.”

“I have scouted a good girl for her,” Jiang Yuning said mysteriously. “But this wedding is one I’ve prepared for Princess Anxu, as an apology for my past unkindness toward her.”

Qiyun also remembered that before Princess Anxu became the Wutong Divine Wood, she had been ridiculed by those fools in the Zhai Kingdom for having no spiritual roots and had suffered much grievance. It was indeed time to clear her name.

“Having Princess Anxu is the fortune of our Zhai Kingdom,” Qiyun said. “Her union with the Empress of the Qin Kingdom is an unprecedented joyous event for both nations. It should be proclaimed to the world for a nationwide celebration.”

Though the Zhai and Qin Kingdoms had experienced war, they eventually formed a grand marital alliance. On the day of the wedding, the borders of both countries were opened. The wedding procession stretched all the way from the Qin Imperial Palace to the Zhai Imperial Palace, a scene so grand it would be a unique entry in the history books.

Jiang Yiqing wore a phoenix-patterned gold-woven wedding robe crafted by Wanqi Yanjing, inlaid with shimmering Mani pearls. Her regal aura flowed with immortal grace; though her face was hidden, she was undoubtedly a beauty hard to find in all the heavens or the divine land.

Wanqi Yanjing personally drove a phoenix carriage adorned with pearl tassels. Immortal maidens held jade whisks and lotus lamps to light the way. The procession moved from the heavens to the earth, split into two paths to receive the bride.

Heavenly maidens scattered flowers, cranes signaled luck, and precious bells chimed. Auspicious clouds and jade-like flowers were everywhere. Various immortals also rode Green Phoenix carriages to join the celebration.

Upon entering the Zhai Imperial Palace, under the presidency of the two sisters Jiang Yuxiu and Jiang Yuning, Jiang Yiqing and Wanqi Yanjing completed their bows. Their names were recorded in the Heavenly Palace, and the Old Man under the Moon (Yue Lao) tied their red strings tight and collected the precious scrolls.

Wanqi Yanjing welcomed Jiang Yiqing to the Phoenix Palace in the sky. This place was now a sea of crimson “Double Joy” characters—their eternal and indestructible love nest.

With a trembling hand, Wanqi Yanjing used a jade Ruyi to lift Jiang Yiqing’s bridal veil. Jiang Yiqing gave her a faint smile, and the atmosphere between them instantly turned warm.

“I love you, Yiqing.”

“I love you too, A-Jing.”

The two held each other tightly in their arms. Within this small space was their entire world.

The immortal who had provided guidance was watching them from afar at a high altitude, holding the Soul-Sustaining Lamp, a knowing smile appearing on her face.

[End]