Chapter 10 She's a demon, or what! ...

Yes, this really does resemble a strategy guide.

Her target was still her husband, as if she had been forced into this situation from the very beginning when she met Xiao Daojun.

A hypothesis slowly took shape in Yao Jin's mind. She lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

"Madam?" Meng Ji looked at the girl behind the bed curtains, the words on the note flashing through his mind again. "What are you thinking about?"

Yao Jin snapped out of her reverie, "Oh, I was just thinking..."

"Hmm?" Meng Ji walked over and listened to her.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yao Jin pulled the paper out from under his buttocks and hid it. "I was thinking about the Immortal Sect Competition. I heard from Doctor Chu that the competition requires identity verification. Why is that?"

Yao Jin heard Chu Fengliu's words; he only asked this question to lead into the next one.

Meng Ji walked to the bedside and sat down. "A hundred years ago, there was a demonic cultivator couple who, in order to obtain a love stronger than gold, disguised themselves as cultivators and infiltrated the immortal sect, almost stealing the sect's treasures. Since then, the immortal sect has created the Demon-Testing Stone, stipulating that all couples must have their identities verified before the competition."

Yao Jin grasped the key point: "Love stronger than gold? Isn't that an adjective? How come it seems like a treasure?"

Meng Ji lowered his eyes, somewhat dissatisfied, and reached out to take her hand, "Madam seems to be very cold to me today."

"Hmm..." Yao Jin was still thinking when he heard this, "Hmm?"

"Why are you being indifferent? You're overthinking it." Yao Jin only wanted to know what this treasure was, but Xiao Daojun's aggrieved look made her feel compelled to comfort him.

So he wrapped his golden hand around Xiao Daojun's slender waist, found the waistline under his inner robe, and absentmindedly rubbed against him, "Keep going, don't just stand there."

Meng Ji noticed the perfunctory attitude, paused, and cleared his throat. "Madam, isn't this a bit presumptuous?"

Yao Jin got angry and punched him, "Then why didn't you push me away?"

After speaking, Yao Jin looked at the slightly flushed Xiao Daojun and smiled knowingly.

She straddled Xiao Daojun and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Yao Jin buried her head in his chest, "It's alright, we're husband and wife, what's the big deal?"

Meng Ji smiled silently, ignoring Yao Jin's cute little gestures. "The phrase 'love stronger than gold' is a piece of gold and stone, taken from the Mirror of Origin."

Upon hearing the name "Tracing Origins Mirror," Yao Jin felt a sudden tightness in her chest. Despite this discomfort, she asked, "What is the 'Tracing Origins Mirror'?"

But this time, no matter how much she pleaded and begged, Meng Ji remained silent.

Meng Ji not only didn't answer, but instead grabbed her hand and pulled it downwards.

After a while, Meng Ji's voice was slightly hoarse, "Madam, it's time to retire for the night."

Yao Jin was speechless.

Not long after, the hoarse voice came again, but this time it was somewhat probing, "How did you know that the drug was an aphrodisiac?"

Yao Jin had already been led astray. Upon hearing this, his breathing became unsteady, and he covered his eyes with his other hand, saying, "You're going to die! You're still talking so much at a time like this."

Outside the attic, a figure flashed by.

The figure headed straight for the Weak Water Pavilion

In the palace

"He really didn't mention the Mirror of Origin? He didn't reveal a single detail?" Xu Jinan sat on the high platform, his face grim as he asked Xiao Juan, who was kneeling below.

Xiao Juan prostrated herself on the ground, "Reporting to the elder, the immortal lord did not say anything."

“Father, I knew my senior brother wouldn’t be bewitched. There must be a reason why he married that vile woman.” Leng Dandan, who was sitting to the side, was very excited after hearing this. “Maybe my senior brother knew she was a demon, so he pretended to marry her so that he could kill this cunning demon with his own hands.”

“But that’s not what he said when he broke off the engagement.” Xu Jinan recalled the past, his expression suddenly tightening. He stopped talking, looked at his beloved daughter, and sighed, “But even so, this little bastard’s fate is truly…”

Seeing the resentful look in his daughter's eyes, Xu Jinan could only change his tune, "Okay, okay, it's Mengji. Mengji's fate is that of a cursed lone star; those who get close to him will not have a good ending."

Most importantly, this person is prone to violence and contention, making them an unsuitable partner.

"When we arranged the engagement, we said it was just to appease you. I never expected you to fall for this little rascal... Meng Ji."

"Father!" Leng Dandan pouted and acted coquettishly, "My senior brother is handsome and powerful. If he were my husband, he would definitely make those people who said behind my back that I was just a piling up of elixirs slap me in the face."

Leng Dandan felt her face flush when she thought of her senior brother. "Besides, once we're married, his cultivation can also help my daughter."

It is common knowledge that the immortal sects do not reject dual cultivation, and that the stronger partner can help the weaker partner advance in rank.

However, it was not appropriate to say this so bluntly to his own father.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jinan stroked his beard and said, "That's true. He is indeed very talented. It's only a matter of time before he enters the Mahayana Realm. When that time comes, you, Nannan, will also be able to advance a few realms and won't be limited to the Golden Core Realm with only a thousand-year lifespan."

Even though Xu Jinan doted on his daughter and fed her countless rare and precious treasures, reaching the Golden Core realm was already his limit.

Cultivation level corresponds to lifespan; how could Xu Jinan bear to see his daughter die young?

It took Xu Jinan quite a while to accept the situation. "But where is this Mirror of Origin..."

The Mirror of Origin was forged in ancient times and has the function of returning to time.

However, things changed under the leadership of the next sect leader on Mount Buzhou, Xu Jinan.

Using time travel to change other people's fates and leave people from the past in the present—this is something that goes against the natural order, yet Xu Jinan does it with ease.

However, the Mirror of Origin was lost after the Great Battle of the Immortal Sects. Xu Jinan believed that Meng Ji had tampered with it and secretly took it behind his back, attempting to punish him and make him lose his position as an elder.

Xu Jinan pretended that he hadn't lost the mirror and wanted to see Meng Ji's reaction. Unexpectedly, this wicked boy was so calm that he couldn't trick him.

Unable to figure it out, Xu Jinan could only put it aside for the time being. He stroked his beard and asked again, "Was that woman really a demon? Or was she possessed by a demon? If that's the case, it's bound to be another misunderstanding."

Although this sounds unbelievable, it is not unprecedented; at least one such case occurred at Buzhou Mountain.

These words instantly reminded Leng Dandan of Chi Yi's matter, and she immediately said, "Of course, that bitch is definitely a demon."

Xu Jinan didn't miss this scene. He paused, stroking his beard, and said, "My dear, if this woman is truly a demon, then I will be able to reveal her identity at the Immortal Sect Grand Competition. Only then will Meng Ji be able to kill the demon and you be engaged to him again."

With the engagement renewed, even if that little beast took the Mirror of Origin, they'd have a reason to demand its return. But there was still one thing Xu Jinan wasn't entirely sure about. He looked at his daughter, "Are you sure she's a demon?"

"Oh, Father," Leng Dandan said coquettishly, "Of course, those around me saw with their own eyes that that vile woman had demonic energy on her."

She gave a wink, and Xiao Juan, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately kowtowed. "Yes, Elder. This servant has seen the demonic aura on Fu... Yao Jin's body. This servant bears witness with my life!"

"Moreover, this servant also saw that Yao Jin was secretly recording the Immortal Lord's every move, which must be an exchange of information with the people of the Demon Realm!"

Xu Jinan knew about Xiao Juan's role as an informant, and upon hearing this, he was completely relieved. "In that case, let's wait for the Immortal Sect Competition in a month."

He instructed Xiao Juan, "Keep a close eye on that mortal these days. Report any unusual behavior immediately. You'll be well rewarded afterwards."

After finishing his sentence, Xu Jinan suddenly felt tired. He seemed particularly exhausted these days. "It's getting late, you should go back."

Leng Dandan: "Yes, Father."

Xiao Juan: "Yes, Elder."

The two left the room together, but Leng Dandan had something to tell Xiao Juan. She led Xiao Juan away and gazed at the Wugou Pavilion, which had been turned off.

Suddenly, a slap landed on his face.

Xiao Juan was beaten until she coughed up blood, but she didn't have time to cover her face. She just knelt down and kowtowed, "Miss, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"How could you do such a thing, you lowly servant? You can't even deliver a message properly, making me wait all night by the Muchi Lake!" Leng Dandan's voice was cold and sharp, her small face devoid of its usual gentleness.

She flicked a beam of light from her fingertip, striking Xiao Juan who was kneeling on the ground.

Xiao Juan was struck and immediately fell to the ground, only able to let out weak groans. She raised her hand in a gesture toward Leng Dandan, "Miss...Miss, spare me! I was just helping you lie."

"This servant has always been of one mind with Miss..."

Xiao Juan's willingness to risk her life to vouch for Leng Dandan's words just now also proves her loyalty.

Leng Dandan frowned in disgust and moved away from her. "How well did you do what I asked you to do?"

Xiao Juan endured the excruciating pain, "I, I have already put the medicine into Yao Jin's candied fruit jar. As long as she continues to eat a few pieces every day... that slut will definitely become like a monster after a month."

Leng Dandan was not satisfied. "That's all? She hasn't eaten yet?"

Xiao Juan immediately kowtowed, leaving several bloody holes on the ground. "She ate it, she ate it. I've seen her eat it for several days now. That slut hasn't been sleeping well these past few nights, and her temper has become more irritable than before."

"Go back and keep an eye on that bitch. Make sure she takes those pills every day." Leng Dandan was finally somewhat satisfied.

"Yes, Miss." Xiao Juan reluctantly took her leave.

After Xiao Juan left, Leng Dandan took out a letter from her sleeve. The letter still had a few eerie black wisps of energy on it. Several lines of wild cursive script were written on the paper: This is the medicine you wanted. Once you take it, people will recognize you as a demon. — Signed, Breaking Illusion.

Po Wang was someone Leng Dandan encountered by chance while traveling.

At that time, the demonic soul of the broken illusion was split into two, one like a few scattered flames, and the other the size of a broad bean, but both seemed to be about to dissipate into the world.

Leng Dandan had never seen such a strange soul before, so she used the Heart-Protecting Lotus to save him. She never expected that this soul could bring her such a big surprise.

At that time, she was just complaining that her senior brother had married a slut, and she uttered the slut's name. Then, her weak and confused soul floated over and asked, "What do you think that woman's name is?"

Leng Dandan: "Yaojin, the name sounds like a fairy!"

A few scattered flames flickered suddenly, and Po Wang slowly said, "Tell me, how did Yao Jin meet your senior brother? How did they get married? How is she now..."

Leng Dandan immediately became wary, "Why are you asking about this?"

The voice that had been piercing suddenly became ethereal, like a siren singing in the night, "Don't you want to get rid of her?"

"Just tell me, and I can help you fulfill this wish."

Then came this letter. Leng Dandan had someone try the medicine, and it was indeed effective, turning people into demons.

Next, she only needs to wait quietly, and she will see Yao Jin being chased and killed by the cultivators in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition.

Imagining this scene, Leng Dandan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Meanwhile, Xiao Juan returned to Wugou Pavilion late at night.

The lights in Wugou Pavilion went out, and a soft barrier enveloped the outside.

Xiao Juan knew that this was a barrier set up by the Immortal Lord, and that the Immortal Lord would be able to detect it once it was touched.

How dare a mere mortal like me live such a life of luxury?

The night wind blew, and in the cold wind, Xiao Juan covered her bruised face, her eyes filled with resentment.

inside the house

Yet it was incredibly popular.

Looking at her palms, which were almost worn raw, Yao Jin kicked Meng Ji with a hint of resentment, "You promised it would be the last time, but you broke your promise, Little Daoist."

Meng Ji caught her feet and used his warm abdomen to warm Yao Jin's cold soles.

The moment the almost icy temperature touched his lower abdomen, Meng Ji couldn't help but shiver. His long Adam's apple bobbed up sharply, forming a fragile arc.

Yao Jin's pupils instantly narrowed into thin slits, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand.

Her fingernails have grown back, but not very long, about an inch in length.

The long, stubby nails, like the sharp claws of a fox, touched the Adam's apple and gently brushed past, leaving several scratches.

Pain and stimulation came at the same time, and this pain was accompanied by pleasure, causing Meng Jiqing to let out a soft gasp involuntarily.

Yao Jin was suddenly jolted awake by the gasp. Looking at the scratches, she felt a sudden sense of familiarity, and that feeling of destruction that wasn't hers made her panic. "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Ji didn't care much about the wound on his neck, nor about the sudden hand. He took his wife's hand and sighed softly, "But this is Madam's last time, not mine. We can't let Madam pass away..."

"Hey!" Yao Jin quickly covered his mouth, "How can you, a Taoist priest, say such shameless things?"

It wasn't that Yao Jin was shy; after all, they had already done even more outrageous things.

She was just afraid that if Xiao Daojun continued talking, he would start holding her hand endlessly again.

Thinking of this, Yao Jin turned his back, put his hand away, and felt a little angry.

Didn't we agree that there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that's been over-plowned...?

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