After the Goddess returned, rumors spread throughout the Six Realms: the legendary aloof High God had willingly gone into the kitchen to work as a cook. A true paragon of virtue in men.
Qing Jiu drifted like a ghost through a place of deepest yin for hundreds of years. The moment she took human form, she nearly ended up in a monster’s mouth.
All she wanted was a bite to eat, but somehow she ate an offering meant for the legendary High God Hua Yan. So what if I ate it? I’ll work for you to make up for it, won’t I? And now you’ve dragged me off to seduce the High God as compensation?
Seriously? Are you all blind? The High God isn’t blind. I don’t even have any sex appeal, so how am I supposed to seduce him?
As they say, when Heaven opens one door for you, it’s bound to shut another.
The legendary High God is handsome and radiant, but unfortunately his eyesight is poor. He ignores all those beautiful young fairies and asks me to go eat with him every day.
Qing Jiu felt as though she had entered a dream. Clouds and mist swirled around her, peach blossoms stretched for a thousand miles, petals fluttered down, and a stream ran nearby. Beneath a peach tree, she saw a woman smiling warmly:
“Since I’ve accepted your jade, the custom of our Fusang people is that once I’ve brewed ten jars of Beauty Wine for you, you may marry me.”
“Fusang’s rites,” the young man said, smiling brilliantly among the flowers, so beautiful he seemed beyond this world. “Are you that eager to marry me?”
