Ancient Godly Monarch Chapter 2045 - The Day of Her Twentieth Birthday

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Mo Qingcheng had consumed a great deal of wine, and as she did, her words flowed freely. She placed an immense amount of trust in Qin Wentian, perhaps unknowingly influenced by the bond they shared across two lifetimes. In her previous life, the youth standing before her had been her greatest love. Even now, having met him once more following her reincarnation, she felt a deep, instinctive proximity to him.

In this moment, Mo Qingcheng tilted her head back. With a flushed face, she beamed at Qin Wentian and asked, "Strange uncle, do you truly believe I ought to marry him?"

"If it is not what you desire, then simply refuse," Qin Wentian answered.

"But my parents and the clan Elders expect this of me. They have showered me with kindness, and the future of our entire clan rests upon my shoulders," Mo Qingcheng murmured, her voice hazy with intoxication.

"You should not force yourself to wed someone you do not love for such reasons; it will only cast a shadow over your heart. In this world, no one possesses the power to compel you to do anything against your will," Qin Wentian spoke with absolute gravity.

Seeing his solemn expression, Mo Qingcheng let out a silly giggle. She leaned in close, bringing her face near Qin Wentian’s handsome features. Her soft cheeks brushed against his, allowing Qin Wentian to feel her steady breathing and catch the subtle, natural scent she carried.

"If I don't marry him, then who is left? Would you marry me?" Mo Qingcheng laughed playfully, as if the wine were coaxing the hidden truths from her soul. Staring at her radiant, innocent face, Qin Wentian was momentarily stunned. His composure shattered, and a silent cry echoed in his heart: 'I will marry you!'

Nevertheless, the words remained unspoken. Only two years remained. After that time, Qingcheng would regain her lost memories. Such was the decree of fate. She had carried her deep obsession into this reincarnation, tied to the vow she once made. He was prepared to keep waiting.

"I'm only teasing," Mo Qingcheng laughed, dismissing her previous question. She downed another cup of wine before continuing, "But strange uncle, you are the most handsome man I have ever encountered, and it seems you never age. What does some genius from an immortal Sect matter? How could he possibly compare to you? In the future, the man I wed must be as good-looking as strange uncle and cherish me just as much. Furthermore, he would need to summon true dragons and divine phoenixes, organizing a wedding procession spanning ten thousand miles. Rainbows would drape the heavens, and divine phenomenons would manifest across the sky. The whole world would be left in awe. How could a mere Sect genius measure up to that?"

Listening to her whimsical ramblings, Qin Wentian thought silently to himself, 'Silly girl, that is exactly the scene from when I married you and Qing’er in your past life.'

"He most certainly will," Qin Wentian agreed with a serious nod, etching her words into his soul.

"Is that so?" Mo Qingcheng peered at him. "Strange uncle, are you just telling me lies again to make me feel better?"

"No, it is the truth. One day, the person who takes your hand will surely lead a magnificent procession. Even the upper worlds will be notified, and every heavenly deity and divine beast shall attend. Phenomenons will grace the firmament, the nine heavenly layers will vibrate in harmony, and supreme experts from every immortal realm will arrive to offer their blessings," Qin Wentian declared solemnly.

His words left Mo Qingcheng momentarily dazed. Then, she laughed and pointed a small finger at him. "Strange uncle, you really are just trying to please me. How could anyone ever be as powerful as you describe?"

"Qingcheng." Suddenly, a voice from outside cut through their conversation. Someone shouted, "Qingcheng, your parents and the Elders are waiting to celebrate your birthday. Why did you suddenly run off?"

A middle-aged man pushed open the door of the small hut, followed by several others. Qin Wentian showed no surprise; he had sensed their approach long ago.

"Strange uncle, I must return now. Perhaps the things you said will only happen in my dreams," Mo Qingcheng giggled. She then patted Little Rascal’s head with a touch of sadness and said, "Little Rascal, I have to go."

With those final words, she turned and exited the hut.

After her departure, her second uncle did not leave immediately. His sharp gaze fell upon Qin Wentian, his eyes as cold as bared steel.

"I am unaware of your motives for lingering here all these years, nor do I care who you are. However, Qingcheng is now grown and is a disciple of an immortal Sect. She is destined to marry a monstrous genius. It is for the best that you stop seeing her, lest you tarnish her reputation." He stared coldly at the strikingly handsome youth. He was deeply curious as to why Qin Wentian never seemed to age. Although the youth lacked the aura of a Cultivation expert and appeared to be a mortal, his presence was undeniably extraordinary.

Regardless of his identity, the family could not allow Qingcheng to associate with him any longer. He was far too handsome—no one in her circle could match his looks—and his youth seemed eternal. Qingcheng was at an age where the first stirrings of love occur, and they could not let her stray. Now that she had joined an immortal Sect, she had the potential to reach the upper worlds and become the disciple of an immortal. Furthermore, her intended husband was a top-tier genius and the scion of an immortal. They would not permit Qin Wentian to interfere.

Qin Wentian raised his head to look at the man. To think that someone now dared to address him in such a tone was almost amusing. Yet, this man was Qingcheng’s second uncle in this life. With his current level of Cultivation and state of mind, Qin Wentian felt no need to be provoked by such words. He simply replied calmly, "You may leave now."

"Hmph. You would do well to remember what I have said," the uncle threatened before departing the shack.

Qin Wentian watched him leave with a quiet gaze. Eventually, a small smile touched his lips. Qingcheng was finally of marriageable age. After staying by her side for eighteen years, she had finally reached adulthood.

...

After leaving Qin Wentian’s small dwelling, Mo Qingcheng took to the air atop her immortal crane. Her face remained flushed, but as the wind brushed against her, tears began to well in her eyes.

'Strange uncle, of course I do not wish to marry him. Because there is already someone else in my heart,' she whispered silently.

'I heard the clan members say that since the day I was born, you were waiting outside the Mo Residence as if anticipating my arrival. For years afterward, you were there every single day, watching me grow and playing with me. You were always so patient, never minding my mischief. You never grew angry when I climbed onto your shoulders. You have spent more time with me than even my own parents. When you look at me, your eyes are filled with such tenderness. For some reason, I have always felt a strange familiarity with you, as if we knew one another in a past life. In your presence, I feel safe. It feels as though no matter what happens, you will always be there, watching over and protecting me.'

'Now I am grown, yet you haven't changed at all. You are just as handsome as you were back then. Don't you know that the only person I want to marry is you?'

'You tell me that my future husband will arrange a grand procession that notifies the upper worlds and brings deities and divine beasts together. You say the nine heavenly layers will resonate and supreme experts will offer congratulations. But I want none of that. I only want that person to be you.'

'But how can I? The immortal sister is so beautiful and kind. You already have such a loving family; how could I ever destroy what you have with her? I simply cannot.'

As these thoughts swirled, Mo Qingcheng’s tears fell like a torrential rain, soaking her face and staining her robes.

The love of two lifetimes—who could possibly comprehend it? Who could truly understand what was in Qingcheng’s heart?

Upon returning to the Mo Residence, she wiped her eyes. Forcing a smile, she thought, 'Strange uncle, you told me to live happily. I will be strong and stop dwelling on these feelings. I will try my best to be joyful. I know seeing me happy is what makes you happy. Even if I am sad in the future, I will hide it away and only show you my smiles. That way, I am certain you will be at peace.'

With that resolve, she entered her home.

The Mo Residence held a celebration for her birthday. During the event, she informed her family that she had no desire to marry yet and would decide when she turned twenty. The news spread, and the immortal Sect did not pressure her. Given her immense talent, her path to becoming an immortal was guaranteed. While the Mo Clan hoped she would agree immediately, they did not force the issue.

Shortly after, word arrived from the Sect. In two years, an immortal from the upper worlds would descend. That immortal intended to take Mo Qingcheng as a personal disciple on her twentieth birthday.

Furthermore, the immortal’s descendant—the Sect’s top genius—would formally propose to her on that same day, intending to make her his wife.

The Mo Residence erupted in joy at the news. An immortal from the Azure Mystic Immortal Realms was coming specifically for her. This was an unprecedented honor. The Mo Clan, situated in this small city, was destined to rise to greatness.

As the news traveled, powerful clans from across the nation came to visit. Though these clans were far more influential than the Mo Clan, they acted with extreme humility, fueling the Mo family's pride. To them, the marriage proposal two years from now was already a certainty.

From that point on, Mo Qingcheng rarely left her home. She dedicated herself to Cultivation, knowing that only through strength could she master her own destiny. In this world, power was the only currency that mattered.

Consequently, her visits to her strange uncle became infrequent.

Naturally, Qin Wentian continued to watch over her and everything in her surroundings in silence.

As time marched on, the two-year mark drew closer. Qin Wentian found it difficult to maintain his inner calm. This restlessness had nothing to do with the Sect's marriage proposal; to him, such things were trivialities.

The reason his heart wavered was that Qingcheng’s true self was about to return. Once she reached twenty, her memories would be restored.

"Strange uncle." One week before her birthday, Mo Qingcheng arrived at the small hut. Seeing the young man sitting outside, she smiled. "Strange uncle, you really haven't aged a day."

"You won't age either," Qin Wentian replied with a smile.

"Don't tease me," she said with a playful glare. She then added, "Strange uncle, I came to tell you that in seven days, an immortal from the Azure Mystic Immortal Realms is coming to take me as a student. Regarding the genius who proposed... I’ve realized he isn't so bad. He is talented, handsome, and elegant. Marrying him should be fine. I will be very happy."

Qin Wentian remained silent, looking deeply into her eyes. He saw her gaze flicker with avoidance.

"Strange uncle, can you promise me something?" she asked.

"Tell me," he nodded.

"On that day, will you come to see me?" Mo Qingcheng asked nervously.

"I will be there," Qin Wentian promised. She left with a smile, but Qin Wentian knew that the moment she turned away, her happiness vanished.

"Silly girl," he whispered. There was no way she could hide her heart from him. Finally, only seven days remained.

Qin Wentian stood up, looking toward the heavens. His gaze pierced through the nine heavenly layers as his divine sense expanded across the infinite void. In that instant, countless beings within the Godking Palace felt his presence. They all recognized the source of this power.

"Seven days remain. Prepare everything," a voice resonated through the Godking Palace. Hearts trembled at the command, followed by a wave of joy. They had waited twenty long years. Was she finally coming back?