In my terror, I was completely unable to dodge and was crushed by a boulder the size of a house.
Bones shattered, pain raged, and I was crushed like a mosquito—with a snap.
Dead.
Really dead.
I could clearly feel the blood spurting, my heart shattering, my brain shutting down.
Death came so suddenly and unexpectedly.
My world turned pitch black, and then the next moment, I was like a stone dropped into a river, swaying and falling through muddy, turbulent water.
"Bang!"
I hit the bottom of the river—but not at the bottom, rather inside my own body.
Before me was the path I had just walked on, and ahead was the bend in the mountain road.
After a moment of dizziness, I steadied myself.
I touched my heart, squeezed the bones of my arm, and finally knocked on my head. Bang, bang—it was fine.
The moment I was crushed by the boulder just now seemed like a dream.
A dream both absurd and real.
I slapped my face, steadying myself. As if searching for evidence, I took a step toward the bend in the mountain path, slowly advancing forward. As I turned the corner, a familiar scene suddenly appeared before me.
A muscular man in black, wielding a dagger, gravely wounded, sprawled on a large rock.
His blood flowed precisely where the rock bulged, then dripped down in sticky drops to the ground.
I stared at the bright red drop, not even feeling it fall to the ground. Instead, I felt it settle into my heart, blurring my entire world.
"She despises love! Let her taste it!"
"Yes! Let her taste it!"
"Let her find true love in the human world."
"If she doesn't find it... let her die..."
The immortals in heaven weren't here, but they were more present. Their curses against me from heaven reverberated through my ears and mind.
I remembered the beginning: they told me to find true love.
But I forgot the end: they said if I didn't find it, I'd die.
I am a divine fruit grown in the divine realm. I am the god of law, sent to this world by the ancient gods. I exist outside this world, so they certainly can't truly kill me. Therefore, I didn't take their curses to heart.
And now I suddenly have a realization.
I refuse to believe in evil. I can't believe such a ridiculous thing could happen!
With the red string in hand, I rush toward the seriously injured knight.
This time, I'm sure there are only trees and no rocks on the mountain. This time, I approach him, anticipating his dagger swing and retreating, dodging his attack.
The knight is startled. While he rolls over, unable to react, I tie the red string around his wrist.
Seeing me so desperately rushing toward him just to tie a red string around his wrist, the knight gives me a look even more outrageous than last time. I ignore him and tie the other end of the red string around my own wrist. Then, looking at him sincerely, I say, "I love you."
He's stunned, and then, as expected, the rumbling sound of a huge rock rolling can be heard.
I turned in surprise, staring at the rockless mountainside. Suddenly, a huge rock emerged from the ground! Then it broke loose and rolled toward me.
I had expected this!
I leaped up from the ground like a rabbit, darting sideways! I'll definitely get away!
I thought to myself, but the moment I landed after my jump, my foot slipped, and my throat collided directly with the sharp dagger in the knight's hand.
With a "swish," blood splattered everywhere, and I fell into the knight's arms, covered in blood.
The pain was so intense that blood choked my trachea, and my lungs and throat made a whirring sound like a bellows.
I couldn't even feel the pain of the boulder crushing my ankle. I only felt the knight flip me over. As I slowly closed my eyes, I saw his face, bewildered and stunned.
I hadn't looked closely last time, but this time, closer, I noticed his features were quite handsome.
My world fell into darkness again, and I felt like I had turned into a stone, sinking into murky river water, swaying and falling, and then falling back into my body.
It was the same mountain road, just before the bend.
It seemed if I confessed my feelings to someone I wasn't truly in love with, I would die, and time would return to the moment before I met this person.
After figuring out this pattern, looking at this mountain road again, I felt a little scared.
The first time, I was crushed into a meat pie. The second time, my throat was cut by a sharp knife. The pain didn't linger on my body, but it remained in my heart.
In silence, I walked to the bend, then, clinging to the mountainside, poked my head out.
It was the same knight, lying on the stone in the same position.
He was completely oblivious to the two previous incidents, yet I began to break out in a cold sweat as I gazed upon his gravely wounded form.
The shock of those two sudden deaths was too much for a fruit that had spent its entire life on a tree.
I calmed myself, then raised my hand and, with my fingers, grasped the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air. Like fireflies, the spiritual energy slowly flew toward me from all directions, then, following my guidance, gathered around the knight.
The knight seemed to sense something, and he slightly opened his eyes. He held the dagger, but didn't swing it. This time, through the fireflies, he saw me.
Firefly-like light dotted his body, even illuminating his eyes. Meeting his gaze, I felt like I had touched the god of plague.
With trembling hands, I hurriedly channeled the spiritual energy into his wounds.
While it wouldn't heal him completely, it was enough to keep him alive.
Having done this, I immediately withdrew my hand and ran back in the direction I had come from, ignoring the knight's weak cry from the rock: "Girl..."
I ran furiously until I returned to the spot where I'd landed in the mortal world. There was still a crater in the ground where I'd made it. I held Shen Yuan's red string, thought for a moment, then angrily slammed it onto the ground again.
"What a lousy matchmaker, what a rotten god of love! This red string is useless! Even if it ties us together, it's not true love!"
I cursed, but inwardly I was thinking: Now I have a "test" for true love—as long as I express my feelings to the other person, or as long as the other person expresses their feelings to me, and I'm not dead, then it must be true love!
Although this method of testing is a bit costly, at least there's a standard for success.
The sooner I find true love, the sooner I can begin my cultivation, return to the immortal realm, and crush all those immortals who only care about love!
Crush them all!
I cursed bitterly, "Sooner or later, I'll burn down the Nine Heavens!"
"Heh..." A light laugh seemed to respond.
My heart trembled, and my first thought was, "I didn't say anything to express my feelings! I'm not going to die again!" I hunched my neck and waited for a moment. When nothing happened, I stretched my neck again, looking around for the source of the laughter.
As I watched, a branch suddenly hit my head with a "pop."
I covered my head and looked up. Sitting in the tree was the culprit who had caused my death and rebirth in the lower world—the pink-clad love god, the butterfly matchmaker, the handsome but sinister male immortal—Shen Yuan.
"Little Fruit Fairy," he said, smiling at me. "It's been a while. How are you doing?"
"Your name is Shen Yuan, the Yuan from evil fate?" I folded my arms and asked him angrily. "I've come to the mortal world. Why are you still haunting me? What else do you want? To silence me?"
"Oh, how would I dare, God of Law." The pink-clad butterfly leaped from the tree, his sleeves fluttering like butterfly wings, landing on the ground gracefully.
However, after he landed, I noticed that his hair was a little messy, and his neck was a little charred.
This look was exactly the same as that day in his Acacia Palace when he was struck by my heavenly thunder.
He raised his hand and, without hiding it from me, directly pulled open his wide sleeve, revealing a shocking charred wound. "Your golden bell is really powerful. It's beyond my expectations."
Indeed. This was beyond my expectations.
I blinked and looked at Butterfly's face. "My golden bell is in your hands. What did you do to it to make it strike you like this?"
"Oh?" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly. "It wasn't controlled by you?"
I rolled my eyes and didn't answer, but he seemed to have seen through me.
"So it was the golden bell itself that struck me." He laughed. "Little Fruit Fairy, you see, it's so big, yet it's not as obedient as a bunch of bells."
"You see, it's so big, yet it was still struck by that bunch of bells?" I fought back. "Don't tease me here. Thanks to you, I have fallen into this situation, but sooner or later I will find a way to return to the Ninth Heaven. Don't get in my way! Get out of here and go back to your Acacia Palace!"
"Well, I want to too..." the butterfly said, sighing as he rolled up his sleeves. "But I can't. The golden bell summoned ninety-nine and eighty-one heavenly thunders to strike me. Now, I can't go back to the Ninth Heaven either."
"Ha..."
Before he finished speaking, I laughed out loud. Looking at the scars on his arms, I felt even happier.
"After I fell, the thunder rumbled from the sky, meant to strike you!" I swept away the gloom I'd previously felt, proudly placing my hands on my hips and shaking my head. "Butterfly! Are you still so proud? You stole the Golden Bell! Ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderbolts! With the Golden Bell in my hand, I might not be willing to let it strike your pretty face! You shook it yourself, and look what it's worth now, Butterfly!"
My ridicule didn't shatter Butterfly's mask of a smile. He stood leaning against the tree, his arms folded, watching me. He listened to my laughter, saw my pride, and didn't interrupt. His expression was almost doting.
When my laughter faded a little, he gently took over. "Although I was struck by several thunderbolts, destroying my cultivation and sending me to the mortal world, it's good that this has made you so happy."
As I listened to his words, I thought back to the tricks he'd played on me in the Ninth Heaven.
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