Volume One, Chapter Sixteen: The Most Beautiful Woman in the Three Realms

Chapter Sixteen: The Most Beautiful Woman in the Three Realms

At that moment, even Hu Lu Zhi Na was struck speechless. Was this boy insane? He was actually charging straight at the colossal hand of Brahma Qi, intent on battle. There was no suspense at all—he would be crushed into nothingness in an instant. But he dared to do it. There was nothing more to say.

Far away in the palace of the Great Dragon Elephant King, Ira Pona opened his heavenly eye, seeing every scene and person here. Tu Zhe’s resolute march toward his Brahma Qi giant hand’s grandeur made Ira Pona so furious that he nearly spat out the fresh blood he’d held back after being injured in his battle with the dog.

His vision was keen enough; how could he not see Tu Zhe was a newborn, barely versed in any divine arts? Yet this insignificant creature, an ant on Mount Sumeru, dared confront his giant hand. This was not mere courage—it was a direct insult to the Great Dragon Elephant King.

Ira Pona was nearly bursting with rage. What a situation—if word got out, it would be the laughingstock of the entire Three Realms. Yet the joke was about to become reality.

A surge of viciousness rose within Ira Pona. Gritting his teeth, he thought, “Boy, you court death yourself. You can’t blame me for bullying the weak.”

The Brahma Qi giant hand accelerated toward Tu Zhe, the violent disturbance in the void and the flickering, annihilating cracks sent him staggering, barely able to stand.

But at that moment, he raised his double-bladed trident, poised for a charge, and rushed headlong toward the giant hand.

Just as Tu Zhe was about to collide with the Brahma Qi giant hand, a sudden rain of light enveloped him, instantly teleporting him into a space filled with brilliance.

Before the eyes of all, Tu Zhe was shrouded in light and vanished as if by magic. The heavenly host had not yet begun to cry out in astonishment when, simultaneously with the rain of light, a gigantic golden-winged bird, shimmering with gold, appeared in the space where Tu Zhe and the Brahma Qi giant hand had been.

The golden-winged bird’s vast wings covered the sky and sun, countless wind blades flickered across its immense wings, ready at any moment to shred the Brahma Qi giant hand.

“Ah, it’s the King of Garuda...”

“How could the King of Garuda save Tu Zhe? It’s unbelievable...”

“The King of Garuda is an equal to the Great Dragon Elephant King, the most gifted and resolute warrior among the Eight Heavenly Dragons...”

“Ah, the King of Garuda and the Great Dragon Elephant King are clashing—this has become far too momentous...”

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“The newborn celestial has vanished—what’s going on? Is some powerful being intervening on his behalf?”

Amid the murmurs of the heavenly host, the King of Garuda cast a cold, ruthless gaze and spoke across a thousand miles to the Great Dragon Elephant King: “Enough. If you insist on violence, I shall entertain you...”

The Brahma Qi giant hand paused in the void, a cold snort resounded, shaking the cracks in space. The giant hand moved and withdrew.

The King of Garuda glanced toward Hu Lu Zhi Na, snorted coldly, and with a beat of his wings, vanished from the sight of the heavenly host in an instant.

Hu Lu Zhi Na was shaken and staggered by the King of Garuda’s snort, nearly driven mad with suffocation. But this was the King of Garuda—even his father, Lord Indra, granted him respect. As one of the Eight Heavenly Sons, who was he to challenge the King of Garuda?

Meanwhile, in the strange space filled with rain of light, Tu Zhe saw a figure emerge from the brilliance.

The figure grew clearer, walking gracefully toward him. A strange fragrance wafted about, intoxicating him as if he were drunk on aged wine. He unconsciously flared his nostrils, inhaling more of the scent.

When he focused and saw the figure’s shape, he forgot how to breathe.

At the instant Tu Zhe was about to collide with the Brahma Qi giant hand of Ira Pona, he was enveloped by a rain of light and teleported to a space awash in radiant rain.

In this space, flooded everywhere with luminous rain, he stared, dumbfounded, at a woman.

The moment he saw her, Tu Zhe almost instinctively forgot to breathe.

What was this—was she even human?

In his previous life, Tu Zhe had grown up in a village on the outskirts of a city, exposed to television, film, computers—he’d spent four years in Beijing, that vast metropolis. He’d seen all sorts of women from all countries, all kinds, from lolitas to mature beauties, and had perused countless foreign websites, witnessing thousands upon thousands of alluring forms. He considered himself immune to beauty, his heart unmoved.

But now, he felt his previous life had been wasted.

Those he’d seen before, whether real or on screen, whether Fan Bingbing or Cecilia Cheung, whether Aoi Sensei or Kate Winslet—they were all... ordinary, mundane.

Xi Shi holding her heart? Too affected.
The imperial concubine drunk? Too wanton.
Wang Zhaojun leaving for the frontier? Too cold.

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Diao Chan shedding tears? Too false.

In short, Old Tu was dizzy.

Tu Zhe stared at the woman manifesting amid the rain of light—no—

A goddess!

She gazed at him, and he didn’t know how he managed to speak.

“Who are you?”

“I am the consort of Lord Indra, Lady Delight.”

At once, Tu Zhe’s mind recalled legends he’d read in his previous life. Lady Delight—the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms. No wonder.

Delight was originally the daughter of the great Asura King, Rahu. It was said she possessed sixty-four virtues by birth. Among the Asuras, the men were ugly and fierce, but the women were beautiful as flowers. It was said that Delight’s breath carried the fragrance of blue lotus, her pores exuded sandalwood, and wherever she went, she turned all hearts. Her skin was like condensed cream, her complexion like fine jade, ivory laced with rose, utterly unique. Her beauty was renowned throughout the heavens.

Delight’s beauty stirred Lord Indra, Shakra Deva Indra, who became determined to possess her. He sent the god of music, Panja Yi, to Rahu’s palace, where he played praises for Delight on a ninety-one string crystal lute, then threatened Rahu: “Hurry and give your daughter to Lord Indra, or armies will sweep through, leaving nothing behind.” A classic carrot-and-stick, sweet words and threats, thinking himself clever.

But Rahu would not yield. “If you want war, then war it is.” The two sides battled, Indra used his divine seal to capture the Asuras and bring them to Mount Sumeru. Rahu was defeated and, to exchange for his people, agreed to give Delight in marriage to Lord Indra.

In theory, after gaining Delight, Indra’s desires should have been sated. But time is treacherous—after a few years, Indra grew restless. He secretly ventured to the wild gardens’ great pool to flirt with celestial maidens, indulging in trysts of three, four, or more, nearly sparking another war between Mount Sumeru and the Asuras.

When Lady Delight learned of this, she refused to share a bed with Indra ever again, and that was a cause and effect.

“Um... Lady Delight, I know your story...”

“Oh? Even those below know of me? Truly, good news stays at home, but bad news travels a thousand miles. How true that is...”

“Mm-hmm... Lady, your beauty and virtue are famed throughout the Three Realms. I’m not drooling, so I’m not that much of a lecher, right... hehe...”