Chapter 26 If you can protect it, then keep protecting it…

Yao Jin never expected that a single sentence from back then would be remembered to this day. She felt a little sweet inside, but after a while, some bitterness crept into that sweetness.

She was his wife, that's true, but she was also a demon.

The bitterness slowly ferments, but the sweetness within cannot be ignored.

A drop of water splashed into my heart, leaving a slightly bitter taste.

Her vision slowly blurred, and the surrounding light was like a sun, making it hard to open her eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears—"Let's see how you escape this time?"

Yao Jin was speechless. He glanced over and saw nothing but a timid face.

The expression on his face was not obvious, but the smile that flashed in his eyes was malicious.

It's cold.

"Not pretending anymore?" With punishment looming, the people who came now couldn't think of anything else but to watch the spectacle.

Leng Dandan opened her mouth in surprise, "Why would you think that, sister?"

She came to see her die.

Besides male cultivators, there are also female cultivators on Buzhou Mountain, but the proportion of female cultivators is very small. However, this does not prevent the Discipline Hall from setting up a separate room for them.

This is a place exclusively for female cultivators to be punished; senior brothers cannot enter.

It was precisely because Leng Dandan clearly knew this that she could say those words with such confidence.

She just didn't expect that her favorite senior brother was already prepared, simply waiting for his victory. "When he heard the news that his sister was a demon, Dan Dan didn't believe it and came here specifically to defend his sister."

No, she will only wait for the right moment to stab her in the back after her mother-in-law has finished punishing her.

Even a fool could see how ridiculous this statement is.

Women's intuition is especially accurate when it comes to other women. Especially after Xiao Daojun coaxed her into taking the Nourishing Spirit Pill, Leng Dandan's seemingly casual remarks all revealed her malice.

Yao Jin blinked, her round eyes shining. "I see."

She mimicked the other person's gesture, opening her lips, but the corners of her lips slowly turned up, revealing a boastful smile, "I thought my sister came to see how Little Daoist Lord was protecting me."

"After all, Xiao Daojun came to the Discipline Hall specifically to plead for me as my husband, just to protect me from punishment." Yao Jin spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

Yao Jin is full of malice and makes no attempt to disguise it, just like that time.

This was the second time Leng Dandan had been so bluntly slapped in the face, and it felt like being doused with a bucket of cold water in February, leaving her feeling icy cold all over.

Her teeth chattered with rage. "You think you're going to get away with this?"

"That's right." Yao Jin clapped his hands and laughed. "What are you pretending for, you wicked woman?"

When women are vying for a man, there's no such thing as an innocent, pure white lotus; that's what makes it interesting.

However, such a sudden revelation, coupled with seeing the other person's shocked face, felt rather pointless.

Suddenly, Yao Jinxiang seemed to remember something. Her bright pupils shone even brighter than before. She raised her arm and suddenly turned around. Her red jade bracelet swayed and clattered, making a soft, tinkling sound.

The little snake, adorned with two tiny black dots, coiled around the silver base of the armlet, staring with disdain like a creature poised to pounce, so lifelike.

As expected, Leng Dandan's attention was drawn to it.

She just murmured something and didn't say anything.

"Isn't it beautiful? Little Dao Jun made it by hand." Showing off something he liked, Yao Jin didn't hold back in praising its beauty.

Even though this is a strict disciplinary hall, and even though the soul lamps above flicker as if countless eyes are glaring at you, you can still feel the dazzling brilliance of these armlets.

They are flamboyant and unrestrained, like flames burning fiercely in a raging fire; how could anyone not love them?

Leng Dandan could no longer contain herself. Jealousy welled up from the depths of her heart. She lunged forward, pulled out her hairpin, and said, "What's there to be proud of, you vile woman? In just a moment, all the demonic energy within you will be released, and the fact that you are a demon will be confirmed. After losing the position of sect leader's wife, let's see what you have to compete with me for!"

"After today, you will be like a dog, only able to grovel at my feet and beg for mercy."

"No, they're not even as good as dogs!"

The curses and venomous fumes all ended with that final scream.

The sharp hairpin gleamed with a cold, menacing light, its malice no longer concealed.

Just as the murder weapon and the gun were about to reach each other, Yao Jin retreated instead of advancing, and with a gentle pinch of her fingers, she pried open the other person's hand that was holding the hairpin.

With a soft click, a strange red light flashed in Yao Jin's eyes. She whispered in the other person's ear, "Got you."

This caused her to act strangely, and the person with the long nails caught her.

Let her think of what to do.

"You..." Leng Dandan was a little flustered. Only now did she realize how close the two of them were.

Even though the other party was a mortal, and she was a Golden Core cultivator, why was she so afraid?

At this moment, Leng Dandan even felt a little angry and regretful, hating herself for stepping forward and getting so close to this bitch. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in this situation now, with her wrist easily grabbed by a mere mortal.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her now!"

Suddenly, a hurried male voice rang out. Yao Jin felt as if his head had been exploded, the pain excruciating.

"Who?" She endured the churning pain and quickly scanned the room, inch by inch, carefully.

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On the other side, separated by a wall, is the men's room.

"Twenty-seven"

"Twenty-eight"

"Twenty-nine"

"Three, three..."

Elder Mu's wrist, which had been wielding the whip, began to ache. He gritted his teeth and took a break.

The person on the ground remained kneeling upright, their expression neither warm nor cold, which ignited Elder Mu's youthful spirit.

He glared at the disciple who was counting, "Why did you stop counting?"

The original purpose of the count was to make the person being punished feel the pressure through the sound and number of lashes, thus making the punishment more effective. But now, it was he himself who felt the pressure, which made Xu Zhao feel very uncomfortable.

Xu Zhao looked at the immortal lord he had met just a few days ago, his mind constantly turning to Zhen Qing and the other two. He thought to himself, what kind of mess is this? He was the one who failed to fight back, yet he was the one who caused countless deaths, and he was the one suffering.

But Xu Zhao dared not say it and had to rack his brains to answer, "Disciple, disciple has a problem that I was born with, I tend to stutter when I'm nervous."

Elder Mu snorted and looked at Meng Ji, "You junior, you're quite tolerant."

Elder Mu actually had no blood feud with Meng Ji, and even thought highly of him when Meng Ji first arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

They even argued heatedly with Xu Jinan because of Meng Ji's outstanding talent, debating who would be more suitable to be his master.

Although Elder Mu did not become his master because of Meng Ji's refusal.

Elder Ke Mu valued talent and treated Meng Ji very well.

But when your warm welcome is met with a cold shoulder, over time, you become somewhat annoyed and embarrassed.

The boy kneeling on the ground had an extremely straight back. He looked thin, but Elder Mu, the one wielding the whip, knew exactly how wiry and slender his body was from being whipped under his outer robe.

With each strike of the whip, the muscles tightened with each blow.

This is something only cultivators who train their bodies day and night can achieve.

All of this indicates that he is not a boy, but a powerful cultivator wielding authority.

In that instant, Elder Mu couldn't help but recall the immense immortal power he had glimpsed at the Demon-Slaying Platform. With the Dawn of the Crimson Dawn approaching, the immortal sect needed such a powerful junior to lead it.

Elder Mu looked at the blood on Meng Ji's body and threw the whip on the ground in exasperation. "You want to protect her? How many more times can you protect her?"

Elder Mu had opposed the marriage from the very beginning, and now that he had the opportunity, he naturally reiterated the pros and cons repeatedly.

In fact, Elder Mu was not the only one who opposed this marriage.

The whip being thrown to the ground signified the end of the punishment. Ultimately, this seemingly most stern and fierce elder was also the kindest at heart.

They all knew that when the whip fell, the spiritual realm would also collapse.

Thirty lashes are enough to send someone down a level.

Meng Ji lowered his eyes and said gently, "If we can protect you, we will continue to protect you."

"You, you, you..." Elder Mu was furious. "You insist on doing this, don't you care about your reputation at all? I never saw you being so stubborn before..."

With a wife like that, who knows how much trouble she'll cause in the future.

Meng was stubborn, but Elder Mu knew from the beginning that if he hadn't been stubborn, he wouldn't have insisted on joining his senior brother's sect to repay the debt of gratitude just because his senior brother had taken him in and helped him escape the miserable life of the mortal world.

You should know that he offered a lot of benefits to win over this disciple.

"Do you know that you and she have not formed a spiritual contract, and that a mortal's life is only a few decades long?"

"When she grows old, will you still remain true to your original aspirations?"

"Although you have temporarily relinquished your position as sect leader, the position still belongs to you in the end. No matter how much you sacrifice for her, it is not worth it."

"The dawn is approaching, don't you want to bring glory to Buzhou Mountain?"

The question of their lifespans is a real obstacle between them. As long as Yao Jin doesn't revert to his demonic identity, aging is inevitable.

Time and the universe will not show any leniency because of the feelings between two people.

Meng Ji knew that Elder Mu was implying that the best course of action was to abandon his wife and get back on track, but he said, "Uncle-Master, even if others don't acknowledge it, even if she grows old, she is still my wife."

"It is my responsibility as her husband to accompany her."

"As husband and wife are one, I should bear all her mistakes."

This simply doesn't make sense. Elder Mu was utterly disappointed. "Are you determined to protect her to the very end? But have you considered that if your leniency emboldens her and she becomes even more demanding, what if she commits murder and robbery—crimes that are intolerable to heaven and earth? Will you still protect her then?"

"Can you still protect her?"

This is the nature of humanity: if we make mistakes and don't receive the punishment we deserve, or if the punishment isn't severe enough, we'll cross the line even further next time. This is folly, one of the seven deadly sins.

Elder Mu's words were not without reason. As an elder, how could he not see Yao Jin's character?

This is a reckless woman, fearless of heaven and earth; how can she be so indulged?

Even Elder Mu, who had only met Yao Jin a few times, could discern Yao Jin's personality. How could Meng Ji, her husband who was with her every day, not know?

Moreover, Yao Jin is not human, so the seven deadly sins of greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, aversion, and desire would only be more pronounced in her.

But would the lady really do that?

Meng Ji lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, but his tone was undeniably firm: "Madam will not."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of demonic energy rushed towards him.

Elder Mu immediately turned his head and glared angrily at the room next door, separated by only a wall, "There's a demon!"

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"Marrying My Sister"

Although her younger brother was mischievous, he doted on her and would personally escort her to the bridal sedan chair. When they divorced, he would rush to her husband's house to stand up for her.

Yet this very younger brother never married a woman until his death.

Reborn and facing her impotent husband, Xie Qingyan seemed to understand something.

In the third year of their marriage, her impotent husband took a concubine. On their wedding night, Xie Qingyan finally couldn't hold back anymore. She looked out the window and gritted her teeth, "Xie Xingzhi, stop pretending. I know it's you."

According to the Xie family rules, a woman must marry at the age of sixteen, and she cannot remarry after her second husband dies.

He was willing to resort to such means to get her.

Xie Xingzhi, however, looked aggrieved and pitifully said to her, "Sister, you have no idea how much pain I felt when I saw you off in the bridal sedan chair."

He then said, "Sister, since you pity him, why can't you pity me?"

Once he climbed onto her bed, he coiled around her like a venomous snake, devouring her completely. Satisfied, his voice was excited and satiated, "Sister, are you satisfied with the husband I chose for you?"

"He's dead, so you're mine now."

Consumption Guide:

Pseudo-orthopedics, half-siblings.

The male lead is a scheming, manipulative guy who cries whenever he can't get his sister's love.