Pre-Qin Mythology: Starting with the River God

When Quan Ming asked her, Qingyu's expression changed. She knew that silence would not satisfy Quan Ming, but how could she reveal Shao Siming's private affairs?

She had no choice but to say plainly, "My lord, please forgive me for what happened to Shao Siming. I have no way to answer."

Upon hearing this, Quan Ming was not annoyed.

He gazed at the bluefish, its face dull and colorless, constantly spitting out ink dots.

Previously, he couldn't see clearly and didn't know why Qingyu was acting so strangely, but after meeting Shao Siming, Quan Ming had come to a general guess.

"The Lesser Master of Fate holds the power of life."

"She is the source of life in the land of Chu, and all life originates from her... Therefore, she is revered by the people of Chu as the goddess of life and growth. Whether they are noble families or commoners, all those who seek children must worship her... They pray to her to bring them many descendants and peace and well-being for their families."

Upon hearing about Shao Siming's divine authority, Quan Ming's expression changed, and he stared solemnly at the ink spots that the blue fish was swallowing and spitting out.

These ink spots are actually the roe of grass carp...

Tiger poison does not eat children.

These fish eggs, imbued with intense emotions and desires, are eggs that should not have been born.

If born recklessly, they will only become deformed, uncontrollable, and tyrannical beings. If they cultivate into spirits, they will surely be cannibalistic, despised by the world, and exterminated by righteous people.

That's why the grass carp swallows the eggs after spitting them out, to prevent them from hatching and causing unnecessary trouble.

……

Qingyu's eyes darkened when she saw Quan Ming staring at the ink specks she was spitting out.

She didn't know how to explain it, nor did she know if Quan Ming really knew anything about it.

Quan Ming continued, "You escaped from Shao Siming... it should be said that you escaped. Shao Siming controls the power of procreation, yet you, as a spirit under her rule, are so seriously ill and cannot be cured. This shows how serious her own 'illness' must be... or rather, Shao Siming is the source of the illness. Your strangeness originated from her, which is why you escaped."

Qingyu clenched his fist involuntarily.

Quan Ming chuckled upon seeing this: "This shouldn't be a secret among high-ranking immortals and gods. It's just that Shao Siming is still under control, which is why no major problems have arisen in Chu... Or rather, these problems are still under control and haven't been reported."

——Growth——

This is no small matter; otherwise, Shao Siming would not have been able to rely on this power to become a fifth-level Dao Heaven Immortal God of Chu.

Quan Ming said this to Qingyu only to offer her some comfort.

But the bluefish remained silent, unsure how to respond...

Quan Ming shook his head.

"I am not trying to use this as leverage. In fact, my words cannot threaten Shao Siming. However, since you have come to the Water Palace and become a member of the Water Palace, I should understand your situation... Of course, I am not asking without reason. However, with the war at hand, and Mo Ao harboring ill intentions towards me, I naturally want to find a backer. Today, when I met several high-ranking gods in Dao Tian, ​​they were all unapproachable. Only Shao Siming... I still have you here, and I can talk to you."

Quan Ming did not hide his purpose from Qingyu.

It wasn't too difficult to strike up a conversation with Shao Siming, which relieved Qingyu, but she was still somewhat conflicted.

"My lord..."

"When the bluefish was under the rule of Shao Siming, it was just one of the fish in the pond, not a close friend."

"I'm afraid we'll fall short of our lord's wishes."

Seeing that the bluefish had given in, Quan Ming was satisfied. He said, "Just deliver a bottle of wine and a letter for me. As for the rest, leave it to fate."

Quan Ming does not believe in fate.

But the bluefish believed.

This was said simply to relieve Qingyu of any burden, so that she could deliver the letter to Shao Siming on behalf of Quanming.

In this way, regardless of whether he can actually strike up a conversation, at least the outside world will know that he has had dealings with Shao Siming, which can be considered as gaining some influence.

"...Then, let us do as our lord says."

"I don't know when the Lord will send the message. I can't guarantee that Shao Siming will see me immediately. I need to pay my respects in advance."

Upon hearing this, Quan Ming stood up, sat down at a table to the side, and unfolded the silk book.

Upon seeing this, the bluefish ground ink for it.

Before long, Quan Ming picked up a brush and began to write on the silk scroll—

Humans should not approach gods, and gods should not approach humans; this is the rule of Heaven. However, the Lesser Master of Fate is the god of life and nurturing, who has given birth to countless lives and interacted with countless living beings. Humans' seven emotions and six desires may have already harmed their spirit, which is the root of their illness.

Ancient books record that a person's death is divided into three parts.

The first is the will, which retains everything from its previous life, wandering between heaven and earth, and dissipating with the passage of time; the second is the soul, which upholds the rationality of the Dao, is guided by immortals and gods, falls to be reborn, ascends to the Dao Heaven, and disappears with the world's forgetfulness; the third is the corpse, which indulges in the seven emotions and six desires, is buried in the earth as a form of suppression, and perishes with the decay of heaven and earth.

The three.

Willpower has feelings and desires, but it cannot be changed.

The soul is heartless, only reason prevails; follow the path and forge a new way.

Corpses possess feelings, yet lack reason; indulging in lust, they are immoral and inhuman.

……

Quan Ming is unworthy, but he possesses a Corpse Domain that may house the corpses of those with power... The Lesser Master of Fate's inappropriate emotions and desires are not without limits; she only wishes that the Lesser Master of Fate could frequently bless those with power, allowing the relatives of these corpses to have many offspring and live in good health...

……

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All that Quan Ming wrote was under Qing Yu's watchful eye.

Qingyu looked at Quanming in surprise. She had originally thought that Quanming wanted to talk to Shaosiming because of her.

Unexpectedly, Quan Ming was not only acting on behalf of Quan Ren, but also preparing to use his own corpse domain to suppress Shao Siming's "illness." In this light, it seems that Shao Siming actually benefited...

After all, once the ruler returned to Chu, he was considered a member of the Chu people.

Under the heavens, it is only right that those in power continue to rule.

Seeing Qingyu's expression, Quan Ming smiled, waved his hand to dry the ink, rolled up the silk book, tied it with a ribbon, and then took out his own Xuan Bird seal and stamped it.

"Go."

What do you mean "Shao Siming got the better deal"? Quan Ming just wants to make himself suffer a loss.

The fact that Shao Siming looks so melancholy suggests that she is a sentimental and sensitive person. This loss is not a bad thing; it will only make the other party lower their guard and accept her "goodwill" with some hesitation, while thinking about how to "make amends." Even if this compensation is not made public, there will still be some bias in the interaction.

That's enough.

No wonder Quan Ming schemed like this; it's just that someone like Shao Siming can only be approached in this way.

Besides, he didn't intend to harm Shao Siming.

That Corpse Domain can indeed suppress Shao Siming's problem.

While immortals and gods cannot touch the seven emotions and six desires, they are the best "nourishment" for corpses. As the ancestral god of these corpses, and with his own corpse as the leader to suppress them, Shao Siming's seven emotions and six desires will not allow the corpses of Quanren to escape his control.

Bloodline... Ancestors...

The remains cannot be separated. In fact, once a corpse becomes a corpse and loses its will and soul, the bloodline becomes the corpse's lifeline. The seven emotions and six desires arise from the bloodline and cease because of the bloodline.

Of course, this is disrespectful to the corpse of a powerful person.

But if it can ensure the health and well-being of the living, their relatives, and their offspring, then it is all worthwhile. They died protecting their loved ones; this was their destiny... even if it was filled with bitterness and sorrow.

But Quan Ming's resources are truly limited.

Quan Ming sighed deeply.

He could only use everything at his disposal to help the powerful figure gain influence and establish a firm foothold in the state of Chu.

This can't be delayed...

Otherwise, those in power will become slaves, the slaves of the Chu nobles for generations.

……

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Small Theater——

At Jingmen, King Chu had just finished training his troops, his face ashen, clearly angered by the newly recruited soldiers, his anger stuck in his throat.

Straight road...

"Hmm, did Quan Ming send this?"

Looking at the red lacquered wooden box on his desk, he took a sniff and detected a smell of wine.

The King of Chu waved for his attendants to step aside, then personally stepped forward and opened the wooden box. Upon inspection, it was indeed a wine jar. His expression immediately turned serious: "How could I, in the military camp, have seen such a thing!"

Upon hearing this, the attendant remembered what the person who delivered the item had said and said, "This was originally wine that the Quan family prepared to brew for the Quan Immortal. The Quan Immortal thought that he had not corresponded with Your Majesty for a long time, so he presented this as a gift and asked Your Majesty not to be offended."

"snort……"

The King of Chu snorted: "Having become a powerful immortal, one naturally has to manage the affairs of the local waterways, and there's quite a lot to do... especially that Zhi Xian, that Wei Shi, really..."

As he spoke, he shook his head and chuckled to himself, then waved away the attendants.

For a moment, he was left alone, spreading out the letters next to the wine jar, reading Quan Ming's account of the land and power matters while sipping the wine.

"Good wine. Although it's lightly brewed, the flavor suggests it's made from fine rice and perhaps some other ingredients..."

"This is... the luck of a powerful person!"

"...How ruthless! Is this telling us that you truly have no attachment to the Kingdom of Quan, and you're not leaving behind even a trace of your destiny?"