She Said That Kisses and Hugs Are Needed for Redemption [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11.2

Even Qi Ran, the sole High God of the Divine Realm, would likely struggle to open that gate.

So, just what was Lu Xi’s true identity?

“Me?” The one being questioned raised an eyebrow, then struck a pose, adopting the air of a transcendent master as she replied with feigned solemnity, “Naturally, I am the most formidable person.”

Receiving such a flippant answer, Fu Lancen took a deep breath and lowered her head, refusing to look at her any longer. Instead, she focused on how to return to Qingqiu discreetly or even make a trip to the Heavenly Realm.

“If you want to go back, I have a way,” Lu Xi, following her system’s instructions, leaned in close to Fu Lancen and whispered into her ear, “We can do it like this.”

By the time the sky brightened, Anping Village had been reduced to ashes by crimson flames, all its filth and darkness obliterated, leaving behind only embers of hope.

The three figures standing at the village entrance watched the fire die down before finally stepping away.

The radiant sunlight spilled over them, casting elongated shadows in their wake.

“Many thanks for the fairy’s rescue, this humble woman and my lady were able to escape danger.” Fu Lancen, now wearing a different face, spoke in a soft and demure voice as she bowed respectfully to the aloof Xia Xin. “My lady and I must hurry to the Heaven’s Gate, so we shall not accompany the fairy further.”

With these words, she gently supported Lu Xi, who stood beside her, offering a tender smile before preparing to turn and leave.

“Wait!” Xia Xin’s gaze lingered on Lu Xi before leisurely settling on Fu Lancen, who had now altered her appearance.

Under the blazing sun, the eyes of Fu Lancen and Lu Xi met, conveying volumes without words.

“Does the fairy have further business with us?”

Seeing that Fu Lancen truly seemed not to recognize her, Xia Xin’s lips curled slightly upward, her demeanor as a celestial maiden becoming even more pronounced. “You and your lady are going to Heaven’s Gate?”

Heaven’s Gate was the passage connecting the mortal realm to the celestial realm. Ordinary cultivators who needed to ascend to the heavens would go there.

As the personal maidservant of the Celestial Sovereign’s consort, Xia Xin naturally didn’t need to jostle with common cultivators at this gate. But now that she had found the audacious Princess Cen, she was determined to bring her back to the celestial realm properly.

“What business do the two of you have in the celestial realm?”

Fu Lancen frowned slightly, casting a sorrowful glance back at the now-burned ruins of Anping Village. “As the fairy knows, such a horrifying event occurred here. My lady and I failed to save the villagers and nearly perished ourselves. There is nothing more we can do, so we must report this incident to the celestial realm, ensuring more people understand the rampant havoc wrought by demonic creatures.”

“If the celestial realm takes this seriously, they will surely dispatch more envoys to patrol the mortal world, preventing other villages or cities from suffering the same fate.”

Hearing this, a flicker of ruthlessness passed through Xia Xin’s eyes. She chuckled lightly. “I never imagined the two of you possessed such noble hearts. This fairy is deeply impressed.”

“Coincidentally, I must return to the celestial realm to report this matter. Why don’t you both accompany me? That way, you can relay the events here more swiftly and thoroughly.”

Fu Lancen glanced at Lu Xi, her eyes brimming with amusement, though when she turned back to Xia Xin, she resumed her frail and feeble demeanor. “In that case, it would be most appreciated.”

“We shall trouble the fairy, then.”

Each harboring their own thoughts, the three set off on the path to the celestial realm.

Anping Village was remote, and even the fastest route to the celestial realm required several days of travel.

As they journeyed day after day, nearing the Ninth Heaven of the celestial realm, Fu Lancen’s unease grew. Sitting on the cloud summoned by Xia Xin, she stole a glance at the fairy standing with her back to them. Then, she subtly pinched Lu Xi, who was meditating, and gave her a meaningful look.

Lu Xi casually waved a hand, casting a barrier around herself and Fu Lancen to isolate their space. Once the surroundings were sealed, she lazily asked, “What is it?”

The moment she spoke, Fu Lancen was startled. She hastily looked toward Xia Xin ahead, relieved to see no reaction, and exhaled deeply.

Clenching a fist, she lightly thumped Lu Xi’s back, her voice trembling with lingering fear. “How could you set up a barrier right under her nose? Weren’t you afraid the spatial fluctuations would alert her?!”

Lu Xi playfully grimaced as if in pain, though her tone remained serious. “She’s not that formidable. Even if I erased her right now, no one would notice her disappearance.”

Fu Lancen: “…”

Alright, she had underestimated Lu Xi’s abilities once again.

However, they were about to reach the Ninth Heaven, a place far more heavily guarded than Qingqiu, and home to the highly powerful Divine Lord Qiran. She needed to caution Lu Xi properly. “Once we reach the Heavenly Realm, we must keep a low profile and avoid being discovered by Qiran. Otherwise, we might never make it back.”

Based on their discussions, even if Xia Xin whose memories had been altered recognized her as Fu Lancen, she likely wouldn’t recklessly expose her identity. More probably, she would take her straight to her dear cousin Bai Youran.

After all, if Fu Lancen remembered correctly, Bai Youran needed her essence-blood to save her own life.

“Got it,” Lu Xi stretched lazily and patted Fu Lancen’s head. “I won’t hold you back, my wife.”

Hearing this address, Fu Lancen’s delicate face slowly flushed red. This was also part of their plan since Lu Xi would be accompanying her to the Heavenly Realm, they needed to establish a convincingly intimate relationship.

In the realms beyond the four seas and eight directions, partnerships weren’t limited by species or gender, so they had settled on the closest possible bond.

After all, lifelong companions naturally needed to stay inseparable, didn’t they?

Though she already knew this, hearing Lu Xi call her “wife” in that sticky, affectionate tone still made her heart race uncontrollably thump, thump, thump like the booming drums of the mortal world, deafening and impossible to ignore.

Fu Lancen pressed a hand to her pounding chest and turned her face away, refusing to look at the languid woman.

“You should hurry and dispel the barrier. We’re almost at the Heavenly Realm.” The girl’s voice was sweet and clear, the trailing notes like honey, intoxicating to the ear.

Lu Xi glanced at Fu Lancen’s crimson cheeks and unconsciously rubbed her nose, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed herself.

Huh, she hadn’t expected Fu Lancen to be so easily flustered. A simple tease had turned her this red.

She really was quite shy.

But it was rather adorable.

“Rumble!” A vast, otherworldly sound echoed in their ears as the thick clouds in the sky suddenly parted, revealing a golden path unfurling before them. Swirling immortal mist rose, nearly blinding them.

“Move! Get out of the way!” Xia Xin frantically grabbed the collars of the two behind her, dragging them toward a corner.

Lu Xi and Fu Lancen exchanged a glance and obediently let themselves be pulled, slipping into a hidden spot away from prying eyes.

“Divine Lord Qiran has returned!” someone cheered loudly.

Lu Xi looked toward the end of the golden light, where a white-robed man drifted gracefully toward them. Squinting, she sensed the tension in the girl beside her and, remembering Fu Lancen’s former engagement to Qiran, instinctively tightened her grip on the girl’s slender hand.

Seeing that Qiran hadn’t changed over the years, Lu Xi shook her head and averted her gaze.

Leaning down to study the girl’s pale face, she gradually tightened her hold and cast another barrier around them.

“Why are you afraid of Qiran?” Lu Xi’s voice came out oddly strained. “He was your fiancé before. Could it be you were very fond of him?”

Hearing Lu Xi’s voice, Fu Lancen instinctively glanced around. Seeing that neither the welcoming crowd nor the Divine Venerable, who was about to enter the divine palace, had noticed anything, she hastily covered Lu Xi’s mouth with her hand.

Warm breaths brushed against her palm, soft and sweet like cotton candy, sending tingles down her spine.

But Fu Lancen was afraid someone might hear Lu Xi’s voice and didn’t dare remove her hand, forced to endure wave after wave of his scorching breaths.

Only after Divine Venerable Qiran had walked away and the welcoming crowd gradually dispersed did she finally withdraw her hand, her cheeks flushed red.

“That was Divine Venerable Qiran, the only Upper God in our Heavenly Realm,” Xia Xin said, shedding her earlier submissive demeanor and adopting a haughty stance. When mentioning Divine Venerable Qiran, her sharp eyes bore into the plain-looking Fu Lancen, scrutinizing her reaction.

But seeing her with downcast eyes, appearing even more timid than she had been earlier, Xia Xin chuckled lightly. “This immortal’s master is the Divine Venerable’s consort, the princess of Qingqiu.”

“In a moment, you will follow me to the Magnolia Hall. Do not look around recklessly, and do not act out of turn. Understood?”

The two bowed their heads, their postures exceedingly humble. “Yes, we heed the immortal’s command.”

Finally entering the divine palace, they followed Xia Xin through the winding corridors of the palace until Lu Xi and Fu Lancen arrived outside the Magnolia Hall, where Bai Youran resided.

Xia Xin did not rush to present Fu Lancen to her master. Instead, she instructed another young maid to lead the two of them to a long-abandoned, desolate hall at the back.

She then entered the Magnolia Hall alone to meet her master.

Left behind in the cold, neglected hall, where weeds grew as tall as a person, Fu Lancen frowned in confusion. “Why do you think Xia Xin didn’t take me directly to Bai Youran?” she wondered aloud.

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