Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

A woman tore through space, her azure robes fluttering in the breeze like a celestial being stepping out of a painting. Her long hair danced around her snow-white skin, and her eyes, like precious gemstones, shimmered with emotion. As she saw Long Chen, those eyes grew wet with tears.

She possessed an unrivaled beauty and grace, but in the presence of Long Chen, she appeared vulnerable, like a fairy descending into the mortal world. Her lip trembled as she tried to hold back her tears, but they flowed freely down her face.

“Wan-er!” Long Chen’s voice was filled with emotion. Seeing Tang Wan-er again, his eyes reddened. She was as beautiful as ever, yet the weariness deep in her eyes made his heart ache.

In an instant, Long Chen appeared right in front of Tang Wan-er. Seeing that familiar face, smelling that familiar scent, he spread his arms and pulled Tang Wan-er into his embrace.

Both Long Chen and Tang Wan-er trembled, their hearts burning with emotion as they reunited. Tang Wan-er clung to Long Chen, openly weeping in his arms.

“You scoundrel, why did you take so long? Do you know how tired I am? You bad person…” she sobbed, releasing the grief that had built up inside her.

“I’m sorry for being late,” Long Chen whispered, his heart breaking. He knew how much she had endured in his absence. Behind her stubborn and competitive nature was a delicate heart that had always depended on him.

Before she met Long Chen, she was very competitive and unyielding, like a hedgehog unafraid of rolling into any challenge. But after that, she removed her own thorns and found her safe haven. If she still put up so many thorns, it would only hurt the ones dear to her, especially Long Chen.

For Long Chen, she gave up all her dreams, willing to share life and death with him. But the brutal final battle on the Martial Heaven Continent showed her that even Long Chen was not invincible, and she took it upon herself to become stronger.

To protect him, she donned her armor and trained relentlessly, not wasting a single moment. No matter how bitter it was, she could endure it. Even if cuts and bruises covered her body, even if she faced trials of death countless times, she did not retreat.

None of the hardships could compare to the pain of missing him. She saw him in her dreams, but every time she woke up, she was alone.

When Tang Wan-er saw Long Chen again, all the grief she had accumulated poured out. She hit him lightly, as if afraid that if she hit too hard, she would wake up from this dream. After all, no one had ever found a cure for the longing that came from missing someone. Not even the strongest person could resist its pain.

Long Chen held Tang Wan-er close, feeling her trembling in his arms. Her heartbeat, her tears, her emotions—they all flowed into him, leaving his own eyes wet with tears.

In Long Chen’s heart, Tang Wan-er was still the same girl who hadn’t completely grown up. Seeing the exhaustion and suffering etched into her face felt like needles stabbing into his heart.

The world around them faded away. At that moment, there were only the two of them, lost in each other’s embrace. Time seemed to stand still as they held on to one another, ignoring the gazes around them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tang Wan-er’s sobs subsided. She raised her tear-stained face to him and asked, “Tell me, did you miss me?”

Looking at her, Long Chen was filled with tender affection. Her long eyelashes still held tiny droplets of mist, remnants of her tears.

“I did.” Long Chen nodded, his voice thick with emotion.

Tang Wan-er smiled through her tears. All the hardships she had endured now felt worth it.

“How much did you miss me? The same kind of love where you’d turn yourself into a bridge and endure five hundred years of battering wind, five hundred years of rain, and five hundred years of scorching sun, all so that when you crossed over, you could tell me, ‘I love you!’?” Tang Wan-er’s eyes glistened with new tears, tinged with jealousy.

Long Chen realized she was referring to the words he had once spoken to Yu Qingxuan. He sighed inwardly but smiled at her.

“How can the love between us be measured by time?” Long Chen said gently. “From the moment we met, our fates were intertwined. I can never forget the beauty by the water. The words I couldn’t say—no matter how many times I saw you in my dreams—let me say them to you now. After crossing the heavens to see you… I missed you.”

“Scoundrel, you really are a big scoundrel,” Tang Wan-er murmured, hitting him lightly on the chest again. The phrase “beauty by the water” wasn’t just a description of her tearful self, but a reminder of their time on the Martial Heaven Continent.

Back then, Long Chen, Tang Wan-er, Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Ye Zhiqiu, and the others had gathered by a riverside table, playing a game with a floating flower. Whoever the flower bloomed beside would have to drink and confess their innermost feelings. That day, no one held back, and everyone got a little tipsy, revealing their true emotions.

Tang Wan-er remembered that day very clearly. The first to get drunk was Ye Zhiqiu, but everyone ended up drunk by the end.

After ascending to the immortal world, Tang Wan-er had dreamed of that day countless times. Long Chen’s words now resonated with her not because they were poetic, but because they touched the deepest part of her heart.

Once more, she buried her head in his chest, finding peace in the place where she felt safest.

Seeing her like this, Long Chen relaxed. It was a good thing he had reacted quickly. Reading all those books in the High Firmament Academy had definitely paid off, or he’d never have survived this trial of jealousy.

“Scoundrel, I suppose you pass. But don’t be too pleased. I’ll remember how long it took you to find me! We’ll settle this debt slowly,” said Tang Wan-er, wiping away her tears.

Her mood lightened after crying. Though she had planned countless ways to torment him, she now felt no desire to use any of them. That didn’t mean she would let him off completely, though.

Sensing the shift in her mood, Long Chen took a step back and, with exaggerated flair, crossed his arms over his chest and bowed deeply.

“Great divine daughter, it is only under your divine light that I can grow. Only with your guidance can this lost lamb find his way once more. From today on, I am your eternal servant. Whatever your orders, I will carry them out without hesitation,” Long Chen declared dramatically.

Tang Wan-er burst into laughter at his antics, forgetting all thoughts of punishment. Laughing and crying at the same time, she felt a mix of embarrassment and relief.

“Long Chen, if you’re a man, you’ll finish our battle now!”

A furious roar shattered the moment. The long-forgotten Yan Beifei soared into the sky, his face twisted with rage, destroying the tranquility they had just found.

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