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Chapter 262: Chapter 262 Why Do You All Love Her?!
This beauty was beyond the reach of humankind.
Beneath the star-speckled night sky, huge pure white wings unfolded behind him, his tall figure surrounded by countless rays of light, his face somewhat indistinct and hazy.
Or perhaps, it was a visage that human beings dare not gaze directly at, involuntarily feeling ashamed in comparison.
The silver-haired man’s expression was serene and calm, beautiful and holy, fitting the description of divine beings in all the myths and legends.
A pair of golden pupils, clear as spring water, rippled with tolerance, compassion, and pity.
In the moment he cast his gaze downwards, it seemed as if all surrounding shadows had nowhere to hide, rendering humans minute and sullied.
Has a god descended upon us?
Chen Shu was already shocked to his core.
Before he could recover and determine whether it was a trick of the eye or reality, he saw another breathtakingly beautiful curly-haired woman appear behind the man.
With wings of the same pure white, a similarly superior countenance, and tight-fitting clothes outlining her proud figure, she exuded an air of condescension, her chin held high.
The woman’s aura lacked the silvery-haired man’s pacifying serenity, instead carrying an air of sharpness.
A pair of sharp purple eyes stared straight into the room, revealing a hint of impatience.
"This..."
Chen Shu opened his mouth and had barely let out a syllable when the divine beings outside the window suddenly vanished as if the entire scene had been nothing but his illusion.
But the next second, all he felt was a cool breeze blowing behind his ear.
On reflex, he spun around and was abruptly met with a pair of cold, piercing purple eyes.
Before he could react, the woman’s fair and slender hand had already clasped his neck and squeezed unmercifully.
Of course, she did not actually snap his neck. Chen Shu merely felt darkness descend before his eyes, followed by his body swaying and falling to the ground.
At this moment, the frailty of the human body was all too apparent, utterly defenseless in the face of a powerful divine being.
"...Ling Yue, you’re too rough," said the man, frowning slightly as he spoke softly, his voice melodious like a bell in a silent valley.
The man and woman had retracted their wings and stood within the vast dining hall, appearing no different from humans.
"Who could possibly be in a good mood working overtime late into the night?"
The woman, or rather Ling Yue, spoke irritably with a huff, "I just knocked him out. Since I didn’t injure his neck, I’ve been quite restrained."
Hearing this, the man’s beautiful face softened slightly, remaining in his serene tone, hardly betraying any emotion, "I told you, I could have handled it myself. You didn’t have to come."
"I..."
His words stuffed her displeasure back down her throat, and Ling Yue pursed her lips, saying nothing more. Her gaze swept past the sofa and landed on the book with pages already turned.
It was a volume made of parchment. The cover was dark green, emitting a touch of mystery. The pages were old and yellowed as if thumbed through many times.
The script appeared to be a carefree scrawl, the handwriting of someone who was unrestrained, and the characters were those of China.
However, as Ling Yue reached out to pick up the book, the writing on it instantaneously transformed into another language not of the human world.
Which is to say, no matter where this book ended up, be it in any realm or in any nation within the Human Realm, it would automatically convert into a script the holder could understand. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"So, just how idle and bored must Yu Si be to write such a thing, and to purposely throw it into the Human Realm?"
Ling Yue rolled her eyes at the book, "If not for him, no human would know the secrets about the divine. We wouldn’t have this situation tonight."
"Yu Si is merely avoiding Sloth and is passionate about all things he has yet to try; writing is one of his hobbies."
The man spoke indifferently, "Besides, it’s not like he deliberately dropped the book in the Human Realm. It’s just that he carelessly tossed it aside during his last visit and forgot where he left it."
"Regardless, it was still he who wrote this book and left it in the Human Realm for humans to see, right?"
Ling Yue frowned, looking towards the unconscious Chen Shu, her voice cold and condescending.
"This human, obsessed and fanatic about the divine, has no idea what horrifying and bloody events would unfold in the Human Realm if he truly manages to awaken Chen Yin."
"Back in the days, Chen Yin, she was..."
"...Stop," Ling Yue hadn’t finished speaking when the man cut her off with a crease of his brow.
Speaking with a rare hint of gravity in his voice, "You also say ’back in the days.’ Everything from the past is over, and humans have had their memories of it all erased; let’s not bring it up again."
"...I understand," Ling Yue seemed somewhat aggrieved, biting her lip and swallowing back her words.
The man did not linger his gaze on her or on the book for too long. Instead, his figure hesitated for a moment before walking toward the girl lying on the couch.
Halting beside the sofa, he leaned slightly forward, his silver hair cascading from his shoulders like moonlit water, his exquisite features resembling a painting.
His distinct and slender fingertips gently touched the girl’s closed, sleeping face, probably to check if she was safe.
After making sure, he relaxed, lightly tucking a strand of hair that had fallen onto her cheek back behind her ear, his movements and gaze full of tenderness.
Too tender.
The man was born from divine anger, yet the most peaceful, tolerant, and patient being in the world.
However, the tenderness he showed the girl was not the same as with others. Since ancient times, she was the only one privileged to receive it.
Witnessing the scene before her, Ling Yue clenched her fists in the shadows, her teeth gritting as she gathered her hands tightly.
Purple light suddenly burst out of her eyes, and if her wings were spread at that moment, the feathers might have revealed traces of black.
The man, engrossed in watching the girl, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look over, reminding with a frown, "...Ling Yue, don’t forget your original sin."
At the fall of his words, as if suddenly realizing something, Ling Yue came back to her senses.
She took a deep breath, and the surrounding darkness dissipated at once, but her eyes still held a trace of reluctance.
"...Li Zhi," Ling Yue said through clenched teeth, "I really don’t understand what charm Chen Yin holds to make you all so unconditionally protective of her."
"It’s as if no matter what she does wrong, no matter how she changes, you all can still forgive her."
"Chen Yin, she is the most powerful among gods. Yet, she was the first to willingly fall from grace, abandoning the light for darkness!"
"The Divine Lord granted her power, thinking she would be humble and compassionate, loving toward all. But what happened?"
"A god who should be humble, but is prouder than anyone. A god meant to be compassionate, yet with a heart cold and indifferent as stone. Meant to love all, yet she arbitrarily plucked out hearts and killed in the Human Realm to refuel her power, eventually even instigating a cataclysmic massacre!"
"And yet, even so!" Ling Yue, her emotions stirred, "And yet, even after such deeds, you all still love her! Why, what right does Chen Yin have?"
