Chapter 50 The disciple already has someone in mind to choose as his wife...

That feeling of resentment was initially like a kitten scratching, but later it turned into a tiger clawing, making one's heart pound with frustration.

Yao Jin remained in that position, looking at him, at his unusually dark eyebrows and eyes, at his lean waist and abdomen, and at the white finger buried in the blankets, "But..."

"But what?"

But I'm not entirely willing to let you go. Yao Jin didn't say this, of course. She was so frustrated that she wanted to roll around on the bed, but suddenly she sat up. "I understand!"

Meng Jining looked at her, nodded slightly, and gave her an encouraging look.

Yao Jin said, "If you, one of my top disciples, become my male concubine, the people of Buzhou Mountain might feel deeply humiliated and continue to attack the Demon Realm. But if you become my servant, the people of Buzhou Mountain will only feel they have lost face, and it's not impossible that they will disown you as their disciple!"

Meng Ji: ...

Male concubines were kept for the pleasure of others, and it was common for them to be sent away by their masters when they became aroused during banquets. But servants were a different story; she could hide them in the Demon Palace, never taking them out and never letting outsiders know.

Yao Jin thought about it and felt it made more and more sense, even thinking that the idea was perfect. So, regardless of how disadvantaged she was in her current position, she still raised her head high and said, "Then I'll appoint you as my hair-dressing maid."

The wedding night was naturally unsuccessful, but Yao Jin gained an extra "maid" to serve her.

When Chunqing saw Yaojin, she asked what was wrong, but Yaojin hesitated. Chunqing sighed, "Miss, he is a cultivator."

"Of course I know he's a cultivator, so I didn't intend to do anything with him." A night had passed, and Yao Jin was very clear-headed. "He's a cultivator, and he's naturally at odds with us demons."

"He could kill so many demons by himself, how could he possibly surrender to me?"

Yao Jin sat in the Demon Palace, her red lips parting slightly, her eyes filled with an indescribable coldness. "He dared to come alone, either he was prepared to die, or he must have come for something."

When Yao Jin saw Chun Qing, she used the excuse that the two of them wanted to have a private chat between girls to drive Meng Ji out. Now, she didn't care about anything else. Her fingernails, painted with red balsam flowers, kept tapping on the table. "He must want to kill my father and go back to claim credit. Since that's the case, I'll make sure he comes in upright and leaves horizontally!"

Chunqing also fell into deep thought because of these words, but her reason for silence seemed to be different from Yaojin's. Just as the two of them had somber expressions, a soft sound came from the doorway.

"Miss, I'm back." Meng Ji said, carrying a tray with tea and dried fruit.

Yao Jin doesn't need to eat, but she likes to snack on things on a regular basis.

Yao Jin asked, "How do you know my habits and hobbies?"

"Is it that hard to find out?" Meng Ji placed the candied fruit in front of her. "Don't you have many servants outside, Miss?"

Mengji was referring to the group of demon servants standing outside. Yaojin didn't like being served personally, but that didn't mean she didn't have any servants. The Demon King's darling daughter had a much higher standard of servants than a princess in the mortal world.

After Meng Ji arrived, the group of demon servants became nervous. After all, no one had ever descended like a divine soldier like this young man and become the young lady's first-class "maid" in one fell swoop—especially since this "maid" did not have the same body as them.

These days, nothing is more powerful than a pillow talk, so even though this was a cultivator, when Meng Ji asked, the demon servants all blurted out the truth.

"Miss loves sweets the most."

"The young lady also loves expensive and dazzling jewelry."

"Miss, Miss, she, she loves pretty things the most."

Things can be categorized as people, objects, or pets. Yao Jin also has a pet, a white lady. Why not a highly venomous snake like a bamboo viper or a spearhead viper? Mainly because the white lady is beautiful, pure white, with a pair of red beaded eyes like red plum blossoms in the snow. As for being fierce, that temper probably doesn't exist in front of Yao Jin.

In addition to being well-behaved, appearance is also an important factor.

Meng Ji nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, and thanked everyone politely.

The demon servants became even more convinced of the power of pillow talk.

Now, Meng Ji stood before Yao Jin, his lean and powerful body wrapped in a black short-sleeved outfit. The clothes made his tall frame appear thinner, but the black color gave him a sense of composure. Combined with the boy's delicate and gentle features, he gave off a perfect youthful vibe.

Meng Ji leaned forward slightly, bringing his face closer, which conveniently avoided the regret of not being strong enough. He pushed the candied fruit in front of Yao Jin and said, "Miss, don't you like this? Why don't you try it?"

Yao Jin's eyes were glued to the food. Her previous clarity and composure had vanished. She absentmindedly picked up a candied fruit, put it in her mouth, and exclaimed, "Mmm, delicious!"

"Is it that delicious? You've become a glutton." Chunqing couldn't help but smile as she looked at Yaojin's appearance. She casually picked up a candied fruit as well, but as she put it in her mouth, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.

Yao Jin didn't notice Chun Qing's suspicious expression and was still asking Meng Ji how he made these candied fruits, which were sour and appetizing, and very delicious.

Meng Ji paused, picked up a candied fruit, and looked at her with an inscrutable expression. "How did you know I made this, Miss?"

"I've tasted all the candied fruits in the Demon Realm, but none of them taste like this."

He gave a deep, resonant "hmm".

Although Yao Jin praised the candied fruit as delicious, he said he was very sleepy and only ate half of it before stopping. Meng Ji took the rest and left it in his small house.

The night is as cool as water

A sweet fragrance filled the air, mixed with a hint of tartness.

This room was temporarily cleared out, and there were still a lot of miscellaneous items left. However, apart from the miscellaneous items, the entire room was covered with candied fruit.

Looking at the room full of candied fruit, Meng Ji put the unfinished plate of candied fruit in his hand into the jar. When he picked up the half-eaten candied fruit, he paused, picked it up and gently touched it along the teeth marks. After a while, he slowly brought it closer to his lips along the teeth marks and put it into his mouth.

The fruit was sour and astringent at this time. Even though it was coated with a thick layer of sugar, it still had a sour taste inside. As the juice burst on his lips, Meng Ji narrowed his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "Little liar."

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

The woman stepped in, her small embroidered shoes gleaming. She looked at the young man and asked, "I wonder why this Daoist is willing to reside in the Demon Realm."

Meng Ji stared at those upturned eyes for a moment, then asked, "Didn't you bring me here?"

How Meng Ji was captured and "invited" was no secret. Chun Qing was about to say that he had infiltrated the Demon Realm with ulterior motives, but she choked for a moment. Then a sinister male voice came from behind her, "You infiltrated the Demon Realm to kill the Demon King!"

After being used once, the Mirror of Origin was exhausted of its spiritual power and turned into a stone mirror. It will be unusable for at least ten thousand years. If the Demon King suffers another accident this time, then there will truly be no way to turn things around.

After Po Jun finished speaking, he fell into memories. He had not lost his memory. As soon as he returned, he secretly sneaked into Buzhou Mountain to find the Mirror of Tracing Origins. At that time, the Mirror of Tracing Origins had not been fought over so much, and the guards were not so strict. With the memories of two lifetimes, he quickly blended in.

Po Jun originally intended to hold the mirror in his hand to seize the initiative, but unexpectedly, when he turned it over, it turned out to be a stone. Later, a group of elders arrived. As the secret treasure of Buzhou Mountain, the sudden change of the Suyuan Mirror was no less than a raging storm. Xu Jinan dared not take the risk alone, so he hurriedly called several elders to discuss the matter.

After much deliberation and observing the Demon King's changes, the group concluded that it was the work of the Demon Realm. They believed that as long as the Demon King was killed, the stone would return to its original state, but a dispute arose over who should be sent.

Elder Mu pondered, "It would be more appropriate to send a disciple with good cultivation techniques."

Elder Chi snorted, "Who's going? My disciples certainly won't be going."

Going to the Demon Realm alone is tantamount to certain death. Since they are all his own disciples, his master will naturally protect them.

For a moment, the other elders remained silent, fearing they would be called out.

Xu Jinan pondered for a moment, "How about sending one of my newly recruited disciples?"

Xu Jinan had been planning for his future lifespan. He sought out a disciple to conduct experiments, using the disciple's "lone star" destiny to counteract potential problems when the Time-Tracing Mirror traced back to the original time and space. However, others were unaware of this and simply thought that he had chosen someone with good aptitude to inherit his cultivation method.

Elder Mu recalled that thin figure and hesitated, "He's so young, and he's just joined the sect. He hasn't even learned many cultivation techniques, and his cultivation level is only... Isn't this too much..."

Elder Mu didn't say what it meant, but everyone understood the implication.

Xu Jinan, however, thought this method was excellent. His daughter had been running around that little beast every day these days, and he had long felt that it was inappropriate, but he had not taken action because of his image as a kind-hearted person. Now he had this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

Xu Jinan stroked his beard and sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. No one is willing to make sacrifices for the sect, so I, as the sect leader, have no choice but to step up."

"It's just that we'll inevitably mistreat him. It would be better to give him a decent weapon before we set off, and if we return, we can betroth Dan'er to him as his Daoist partner. That way, we won't mistreat him."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. Taking risks for wealth and status, hoping to achieve instant success by returning home, and avoiding many years of detours—perhaps that wasn't impossible.

The matter was settled just like that. No one asked the boy for his opinion, but Elder Mu said, "Why don't we use that ancient sword?"

So when several elders came with their swords to ask Meng Ji for his opinion, Xu Jinan explained everyone's guesses and the changes that had occurred in the Source Mirror, and finally gave a solution.

Meng Ji seemed to be thinking about something, and after a short while, he replied, "It is only right for me to fight for my sect. I do not need a marriage as a consolation."

Meng Ji gently stroked the sword, slowly drawing it out. The sword made a clanging sound as it left its sheath, and a cold glint reflected in his gentle eyes. "I already have a plan for my wife. I hope the elders will grant my request upon my return."

Xu Jinan felt gratified upon hearing the first half of the sentence, but the second half nearly broke his composure. Wasn't this a slap in the face? Was his pampered daughter really inferior to others? Moreover, the implication was that she was even going beyond him, begging her fellow disciples for their blessing. Where did this little beast place him?!

However, this was a condition, like a hanging dog, and whether he could come back was still uncertain. Thinking of this, Xu Jinan was able to maintain his composure, but the cold light in his eyes did not fade, and he stroked his beard without saying a word.

Elder Mu seemed to notice, yet also seemed not to, and chuckled, "Alright, we'll all agree when you come back."

Elder Mu was a senior elder, and as soon as he spoke, the other elders echoed his words.

Po Jun, who had been following and hiding all along, also knew the whole story.