Heaven Official's Blessing: A Derivative Story

Liu Qingluan is a famous puppeteer. His skill at making puppets is known throughout the Ghost Market, but he still thinks his creations aren't good enough. For hundreds of years, he searched for the finest materials to make puppets. Before he'd even had his fill of life in the mortal realm, he ascended again one night.

Liu Qingluan: This is ridiculous.

But no one knows that he is one of the Five Calamities, the White-Talk Immortal.

(The White-Talk Immortal gained a huge following in the mortal realm in just a few short years, at a terrifying pace, thanks to his abilities and the rumors surrounding him.)

He has carved out a corner for himself in the Ghost Market. Apart from Qi Rong, he and the others don't interfere with each other, and they keep to their own business. (Interested in a pairing with Qi Rong? Give it a try.)

Three hundred years after Mu Qing ascended, Liu Qingluan followed him, but this time he had changed his face, and no one recognized him.

No one knew his past, as if it had been deliberately erased.

In any case, if he didn't tell them, no one would care.

Taking a closer look, everyone realized that the young man bore a seven-part resemblance to Mu Qing. If he rolled his eyes, the resemblance would be even stronger. Although the two looked alike, their personalities were worlds apart. The one distinguishing feature was his pair of purple eyes, which were so captivating that people couldn't help taking a second look.

At least he wouldn't suddenly roll his eyes, everyone thought. That was nice... hmm.

Liu Qingluan, who was often mistaken for Mu Qing, seemed to have gotten used to it.

After becoming a heavenly official, Liu Qingluan spent his days lazing about and doing nothing useful. Though he was a Martial God, he was always in contact with the Lingwen Hall. In his spare time, he often told fortunes for heavenly officials and mortals. He would read the signs for some passing official, then tell them about a major event that would happen in a few days. The official wouldn't believe him and would lash out, even drawing a blade on him. Then, a few days later, his prediction came true.

Liu Qingluan: See? I told you.

That official: ...

Liu Qingluan: "Young man, you have an excellent face. Would you like me to tell your fortune?"

Mu Qing: "..."

Mu Qing could sum Liu Qingluan up in four words: "You just won't go away."

When he saw Mu Qing's disguised form, instead of exposing him, he watched Fu Yao for a while and shook his head with a sigh. "I think this young man and I are fated to meet. How about... I tell your fortune?" As he spoke, he took his hand and read his palm.

"..."

Though Liu Qingluan was a Martial God, he knew how to sew. He had long since figured out the measurements of every heavenly official in the skies, and even Old Pei hadn't escaped his notice. The only two he probably hadn't gotten close enough to measure were Jun Wu and Mu Qing.

Perhaps he could try with Mu Qing. As for his old dad... absolutely not.

Liu Qingluan held the script in his hands and knew the past and future. He was an existence that defied the heavens, yet there was one thing he could never change.

He would die.

Note: This story features a guest appearance by Xue Yang. Please don't complain if you dislike it.

Theme: Nothing in life is constant.