Chapter 18 My wife and I are indeed a perfect match

A loud boom followed by a faint rumble of thunder.

Elder Chi's arrogant laughter echoed through the dense rain, making him even more villainous than the villain himself, leaving the other elders speechless for a moment.

Elder Chi suddenly paused, his long, worm-like body abruptly shrinking as he realized what was happening.

His expression turned somewhat awkward for a moment, and he stroked his beard, striking a pose of otherworldly wisdom, "Look, what are you looking at me for? Look at my sword!"

Elder Mu, who was standing to the side, rolled his eyes at him but said nothing.

The other elders exchanged knowing glances and mobilized their spiritual power, channeling it into the Demon-Slaying Platform from a distance.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged.

The intense spiritual power emitted a considerable amount of light. The moment it was struck into the Demon-Slaying Lock, runes immediately appeared, and the pitch-black chains were pulled high into the air, emitting an extremely strong golden light, before ferociously slashing down towards the center.

With a loud "boom."

The ground instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures, and the four iron chains in the corner were stretched taut like a bowstring about to break as they were pulled upwards.

Under a strong attack, how can any egg remain intact?

The Frostflower Sword was chiseled and floated in the center of the formation, emitting a whistling, untamed sword cry.

It is relentlessly fighting back with its own spiritual power.

The two collided, radiating brilliance.

Disciples who were nearby were instantly thrown back by the fluctuations of the formation, landing on the ground and vomiting a pool of blood.

The moment the spiritual energy erupted, Yao Jin was also affected. Just as he was about to retreat, a figure protected him.

"Don't be afraid of shaking the gold."

Meng Ji stood in front of her, his Taoist robe fluttering slightly as he dispelled the spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy, like the tides and waves, receded layer by layer, swirling rapidly, mixed with blood and rain.

This power was formidable, almost a culmination of the elders' life's work. Now, it was forced back to the Demon-Slaying Platform, directly overturning the Bagua disc, shattering the ground, and heading in the original direction.

However, a tiny, insignificant trace of demonic energy quietly lurked in the cracks in the ground, meandering towards the direction of Yao Jin.

【Energy replenished】—the small print appeared faintly.

Over here, Elder Chi saw the surging spiritual energy and realized something was wrong. He immediately waved his sleeve to disperse the rebounding spiritual energy.

Elder Chi is straightforward and outspoken. The reason he was able to sit in this position and be respectfully addressed as Elder is because of his strong spiritual power; he is a cultivator at the Refining Void Realm.

Despite his best efforts, he was still struck by these spiritual energies and coughed up blood.

"You..." Elder Chi clutched his chest and took several steps back. With a cultivator's senses, even if he were stupid, he would know what was going on.

Even though the other party's spiritual power was higher than his, he dared not say so, because in this world, the strong are respected. If people knew that his spiritual power was inferior to that of a mere youth who had only cultivated for a few hundred years, then his status would be...

Elder Chi suppressed the blood gushing from his spleen and lungs and remained silent.

Elder Mu stepped forward from behind and asked Meng Ji, "What are you going to do?"

The other elders quietly retreated a bit, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

They had lived for many years, and even though they didn't understand what was going on for a moment, they didn't dare to rush forward.

But even though they were careful, those glances still slipped through their fingers.

Fear, dread, suspicion, and murderous intent were all extremely familiar to Meng Ji.

He seemed to be thinking of something, and a look of disgust appeared in his long eyes, as if he were a lifeless object, devoid of joy or sorrow.

But when I turned my gaze back, I unexpectedly caught sight of a pair of bright eyes—the eyes of the lady—mischievous, clever, and incredibly lively.

Beneath his long eyelashes, a faint red light shone in his pupils, revealing a sense of eager anticipation and excitement, but without a trace of fear.

He and his wife were indeed a perfect match.

Meng Ji's whole demeanor brightened instantly, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes.

Their eyes met, and as soon as Yao Jin's gaze fell upon hers, she quickly put her hand to her lips and silently said, "Little Daoist, you are really amazing!"

The rain soaked her to the bone, but Yao Jin didn't care. On the contrary, she was so excited that she could hardly breathe.

She thought: If only I were the one being watched by everyone, the one being feared by everyone.

Then she thought: Forget it, with her body like that, she'll probably be wiped out before she even gets a chance to play.

But this did not diminish her eagerness to try her hand at it, nor did it diminish her desire to cheer for her husband.

Meng Ji stared at her for a moment, then was amused by her.

Even though he wasn't used to exposing himself to the public eye, he couldn't help but feel regretful at this moment—oh well, in ancient times there were stories of people playing with the feudal lords by lighting beacon fires to make their wives smile, so it's not surprising.

Having thought this through, he set off on this mountain path.

The boy walked slowly and deliberately, without using any water-avoidance spells, simply letting the rain wash over his tall body.

The disciples unconsciously stepped back another circle.

The rain was heavy, and the unique earthy smell of rainy days rose from the ground.

The wet Taoist robe clung to the boy's tall body, clearly revealing the lines of his strong waist.

This powerful physique reminded everyone that this was a man who, in his youth, could slay the Demon King with a single sword strike.

So, with each step the immortal lord took, his disciples retreated one step, until they had nowhere left to retreat.

"—Immortal Lord!" a disciple couldn't help but exclaim in fear.

But their immortal lord seemed oblivious, the young man possessing an air of otherworldly grace and a face as handsome as jade.

She was soaking wet, and an unnatural flush appeared at the corners of her eyes. Coupled with her bright red lips, she looked like a water ghost crawling out of a dark river, completely devoid of any semblance of her usual gentle and refined demeanor.

Centuries of teachings have become utter nonsense. Upon seeing this, Xu Jinan could only recall that stormy night when the boy took a kitchen knife and chopped up his own father like a dead pig.

Xu Jinan cursed Elder Chi in his heart, feeling a surge of powerlessness and deep exhaustion. He didn't step forward for a moment.

Meng Ji stood still below the Demon-Slaying Platform, and after confirming that the lady could not see him, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He looked at them and bowed respectfully, but a trace of youthful arrogance still leaked out from his eyes. "This disciple wishes to retrieve Shuanghua. I wonder if the elders have any objections?"

It wasn't an inquiry at all; it was a notification.

That little beast!

Xu Jinan felt increasingly resentful, but he remained hidden behind the elders and refused to show himself.

The elders looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward and say no.

Only Elder Chi was still trying to use his reputation to hold Meng Ji hostage. He looked at him angrily and gloomily, "Have you thought this through? This is a demonic sword. If you take it, people may not be convinced of you in the future, and you may not be able to be the sect leader for long."

Elder Chi hesitated to step forward, but he had his reasons. Although their spiritual power had been pushed back, the Demon-Slaying Array had already been activated. It contained the mysterious power of the universe, and no one could change anything by themselves. Forcibly taking something from the array's core would only result in being slaughtered by the array.

Meng Ji chuckled lightly, "A matter is accomplished through secrecy and ruined through leaks. Doesn't Uncle-Master know this?"

Every elder of Buzhou Mountain has a course to teach, and this Legalist saying comes from Han Feizi, so Elder Chi must know it.

"You, you, you, you wretched creature..." Elder Chi was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

Elder Mu was quick-witted and nimble-fisted, and pinched the other man's philtrum.

Don't get confused, he doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

Chi Chang screamed in pain as soon as he was choked.

Meng Ji watched, his mockery growing even more pronounced. He stopped looking and instead stretched out his right arm—spiritual energy surged, conjuring an invisible giant hand out of thin air.

That hand became a claw at this moment, ignoring the turbulent formation and heading straight for the center of the formation.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the entire Demon-Slaying Platform trembled violently.

Suddenly, a thunderclap descended from the sky, turning the shattered patterns on the Bagua disc into cracks. These cracks gathered all their power and then struck at the incoming force.

—You ordinary child, don't be arrogant!

The Demon-Slaying Platform is acting on behalf of Heaven to suppress evil spirits and refine evil energy. How can it allow a rebellious child to interfere?

Meng Ji pretended not to hear the warning from Heaven. His eyes were contemptuous, and the corners of his lips curled up as he commanded the claw.

Its claws and teeth twitched, seemingly possessing the power to move mountains and overturn seas. In the end, it even ignored the magic array and snapped the Demon-Locking Chains with a single finger.

Upon seeing this, the dying Frostflower suddenly came back to life. It let out an arrogant cry and shook off the chains binding the sword.

Shuanghua repeatedly struck the broken chain with the blade of her sword, and the once majestic Demon-Locking Chains now shrank back like a sick chicken.

The sword gleamed brilliantly, and with each strike, the cold white blade was tempered to become even brighter.

Until the final blow landed, the Demon-Locking Chains shattered into dust, and the demonic energy surrounding the Frostflower Sword vanished abruptly, never to be seen again.

—This immortal sword has finally returned, and in an even more refined form.

Chu Fengliu immediately spoke up, "This sword has become a Sword Lord!" A sword is a sovereign, and not every immortal sword can have such a title.

But a sword with this title must be free of demonic energy.

Upon hearing this signal, Shuanghua let out a soft whistle and spun around in the air with a smug air.

Thus, this farce, which was supposed to be about refining demonic energy, came to a complete end, and even Elder Chi, who was unwilling to give up, was helpless.

The Frostflower Sword hovered swiftly in the air, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, it paused and turned sharply towards Mengji.

It stopped in front of Mengji, then lowered itself to Mengji's hand, displaying an attitude of submission and boundless intimacy.

Meng Ji's cold gaze fell upon him, and he glanced at him with a half-smile.

After a moment, he grabbed Shuanghua and leaped in front of Yaojin.

With his robes fluttering, Meng Ji's brows were no longer furrowed with arrogance. He simply held his sword in both hands, his demeanor as graceful as jade. "Yao Jin, your sword."

The sun and moon have changed again, the thunder has passed, and only the drizzle remains.

In the gentle breeze and slanting rain, Yao Jin's heart pounded, her breath came in short, shallow gasps, and she finally couldn't help but laugh unrestrainedly.

Meng Jiding looked at her fiery red lips and the strands of dark hair, soaked by the rain and winding around her cheeks, and silently smiled.

Yao Jinxiao felt a surge of joy. Before this, she might have imagined that Xiao Daojun was retrieving the sword for her, but when the sword was actually brought to her and presented to her by his own hands, she was still flustered.

However, this chaotic mix of excitement made it difficult for her to discern the truth for a moment.

She frantically ran two fingers across the blade of the sword, using this to mask the wild beating of her heart.

But the heart is where blood is supplied; how can it be hidden or ignored?

Yao Jin only hesitated for a moment before her hand immediately changed direction. She abandoned her sword and used her fingers to hook Meng Ji's clothes.

Their breathing was rapid, and Yao Jin was excitedly whimpering like a little animal, "Little Daoist, lower your head."

Meng was extremely puzzled, but still bowed down and asked, "Hmm?"

Her long, slender fingers suddenly pinched his chin, causing a strange itch to rise in his slightly stubble. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he suppressed the urge to destroy, quietly watching his wife approach.

Breathing sounds, the stench, human desires—all pause at this moment.

Someone in the crowd seemed to gasp in surprise.

Meng Jiyu's eyelashes trembled violently, and raindrops fell down her long eyelashes, hitting the ground with a soft patter.

He was caught off guard when his wife suddenly kissed him.

The salty, fishy rainwater mingled between our lips and teeth; there was no unnecessary distance between us—this was the most intimate relationship in the world.

He watched quietly as his wife's breathing became disordered, yet he seemed quite adept at it.

The lady's eyes were haughty, or even cunning.

Even under this equal gaze.

Of course, Yao Jin also knew that this was shocking. When their eyes met, at this distance, she saw the shock in Dao Jun's long eyes even more.

But Yao Jin didn't miss the look of confusion that followed the shock.

So she hooked her arm around him and pressed her lips even closer to his.

However, Yao Jin did not open her lips, choosing instead to leave a sliver of room for maneuver.

"Is this also written in a storybook?" Meng Ji had a photographic memory, and his memory was naturally excellent. Even though he was currently in a daze and not clear-headed, he could still explore it.

Yao Jin could no longer bear it, "You..."

Meng blinked slightly, looked at her, and waited.

"You're such a spoilsport." Yao Jin felt a lump in her throat and muttered, "Who asks where they saw a kiss?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Ji readily agreed and prepared to close his eyes, hoping to show mercy to the lady who was being rewarded.

But out of the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly saw his disciples standing there dumbfounded.

His joy faltered for a moment; he paused, then straightened up properly.

“The Book of Rites says: ‘Women should not be discussed in public, and onlookers should not pry into their private affairs.’ How are you any different from the common people in the marketplace?” Meng Ji lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes fluttering slowly, looking somewhat disappointed, but his words were unhurried.

These words immediately struck the onlookers as familiar.

Some quick-thinking cultivators had already quietly turned around and fled.

"I imagine everyone has studied Confucius's Yan Hui quite well." Meng Ji concealed Yao Jin behind his back and looked at his disciples. "Tonight, everyone here will study the Book of Rites and write a 10,000-word reflection, which you will submit to me first thing tomorrow morning."

"Heavens, no..." Everyone gasped for breath and cried out in despair.