Chapter 62, Chapter 62: Outbreak

There were quite a few people standing outside.

Three or five elders, led by Xu Jinan, and even the Qiao family came.

At this time, Qiao was in her late twenties, with her hair half-white and her eyes not yet showing that harsh and sharp look. However, seeing the chaotic mess inside, Qiao's brows furrowed.

"She still doesn't like me," Yao Jin thought to herself, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the person standing in the crowd.

He stood at the center of a group of people, dressed in a white disciple's robe, with long legs, a strong waist, and his black hair tied up high. A gentle smile played on his lips. Some of the faces on the crowd showed surprise, some anger, and some fear.

Only he remained unfazed.

No, look closely, there's some disapproval in their eyes.

He pushed through the crowd, reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder, his slender fingertips caressing the back of her neck, bringing a cool sensation, and suddenly a painless, itchy feeling came over him.

It's hard to describe; it feels like I've been hacked.

It's as if an invisible thread is flowing through my veins, eventually taking deep root.

Yao Jin frowned, feeling a strong sense of rejection, and reached out to slap the hand away.

Those around him, however, showed a slightly relieved expression.

Xu Jinan stroked his beard thoughtfully and stepped forward, saying, "Even so, we still cannot be careless."

"Yes, those who are not of our kind deserve to be punished."

"It's better to resolve this."

Everyone felt a strong sense of wariness and disdain towards the woman present. They didn't hesitate to make the most malicious assumptions and looked at Yao Jin with an air of superiority.

Yao Jin remained silent, focusing intently on the person before her. From the moment Meng Ji gave her his first disapproving look, a deep disappointment had settled in her heart. Yet, a faint glimmer of hope still lingered within her.

That was the path the two of them had walked side by side when they came, a path where they had shared the same thoughts.

No one should be allowed to judge or comment on it.

But no...

Yao Jin heard a clear, melodious voice beside him, "I will keep an eye on her."

"We will not let her leave the mountain again."

Logically speaking, this decision shouldn't be convincing enough, but Xu Jinan glanced at the room without showing any emotion and said, "You are my beloved disciple, and as your teacher, I naturally trust your character."

The people around him were not so easily appeased, but Xu Jinan pressed them down one by one, saying, "Alright, after all, he is our hero. Such a great honor, and besides, he has a happy occasion coming up, so let's give this old man some face."

Once those ambiguous words were uttered, everyone who wanted to say something fell silent.

The tense situation instantly relaxed, as if a tightly wound string had been forcibly pulled loose, deflating little by little.

But where is this anger coming from?

In an instant, Yao Jin burst into tears, "Congratulations."

Congratulations on your triumphant return!

Congratulations on finally becoming a hero by stepping on the backbone of the demon realm.

Congratulations on your success and marriage to a beautiful woman. From now on, you will never have to endure any more foul language.

A feeling of dizziness overwhelmed my entire body, and the breath I had been holding finally dissipated.

With a loud bang, Yao Jin crashed to the ground.

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The night was as dark as ink, with countless stars forming a row of tracks in the night sky, and a dark shadow gliding along those tracks.

With a whoosh, the dark figure spun around and landed silently on the waterside pavilion.

"Shake the gold, shake the gold?" The dark figure called out as he pushed open the door, glancing furtively around before doing so.

Yao Jin woke up in the afternoon, but she didn't call for anyone.

Indeed, with no one around and no one to call, it seemed that prisoners were not treated much better. But just sitting there gave one the illusion of being isolated from the world. During this time, Meng Ji did come by, seemingly wanting to say something to her, but after giving her a deep look, he told her to rest well first.

At this point, the two had nothing more to say.

Leng Dandan's words may not be true, but Meng Ji has indeed done a lot of things.

The memories of her past life were too exhausting and torturous. Yao Jin was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information and had a splitting headache. But when she suddenly saw Chu Fengliu, she didn't feel that unreal feeling of floating on clouds. Instead, her heart returned to its original place.

Exhausted, she forced herself to stay awake, resting her elbows on the bed, and asked, "When are you going to take me back to the Demon Realm?"

Chu Fengliu's carefully prepared speech vanished instantly. He touched the bridge of his nose, "The Demon King is dead, the Demon Realm is in chaos, if you were here..."

The unspoken words were understood by both of them.

“I don’t have such grand ambitions.” Yao Jin slowly shook his head. “I just want to go back to living a carefree and unrestrained life.”

"It's not that easy. He's been..."

He's made preparations for this life, so he can't let go so easily.

Chu Fengliu suddenly fell silent. After a long pause, he forcibly changed the subject, "There's no rush to go back. I still need to prepare. After all, you're practically on his side now. If you just go back so casually, others might not be able to keep quiet about it..."

"This life? Which life? You mean he knows?" Yao Jin didn't miss Chu Fengliu's words. She connected the two lives and recalled Meng Ji's appearance when he first entered the Demon Realm. Her face turned ashen. "I knew it, I knew it..."

She said, "Who comes to the Demon Realm alone and surrenders as soon as they arrive?"

He gripped the edge of the bed with his fingertips and vomited a pool of blood, startling Chu Fengliu who rushed over immediately.

"What a brilliant plan, what brilliant methods, what brilliant cunning."

If he came with memories of two lifetimes, he should know that all she cared about was her father's life or death. He clearly knew everything, yet he didn't want his father to live well, and he deliberately revealed things she didn't know in either of her lifetimes.

Make her feel disgusted, make her feel scared.

At this moment, Yao Jin felt a chill run through her, her whole body was cold, and waves of coldness enveloped her.

The chill came in waves, seemingly without end.

Yao Jin's spirit had been completely drained. Finally, she closed her eyes tightly, her words forced out with a sharp, bloody force: "Bring me a pen..."

The divorce papers were drawn up in one go, and in the end, the pen broke and was thrown hard to the ground.

The ink splashed and fell like water droplets, making several loud "splat" sounds.

Chu Fengliu watched from the side, wanting to applaud and cheer. He thought to himself that this was a fair way to treat him after he had lost all his hair. But then he thought that if he took Yao Jin away now, that person would come looking for him directly. So he made an appointment with Yao Jin to meet at the foot of the mountain the day after tomorrow evening.

The reason for waiting until the day after tomorrow is that Chu Fengliu still needs to go back to his old hideout to make some arrangements. Now that he has no rivals, he can show his warm and considerate side.

During this brief period, Yao Jin simply kept a blank expression, neither looking nor listening.

Of course, this is only in a literal sense.

After defeating the Demon King and eliminating the Demon Realm, a major threat, the entire immortal sect was immersed in deep joy. Meng Ji's punishment was over, and no one had revealed it to the outside world. People from the eight major sects came one after another to congratulate him, and even though Meng Ji had not been granted any substantial honors, he was treated like the protagonist and praised.

Joyful sounds, congratulatory greetings, and the celebratory dances of the celestial birds never ceased.

These sounds were like needles, densely piercing Yao Jin's heart.

As Yao Jin listened and pondered, his hands clenched tightly.

Before we knew it, the appointed day had finally arrived.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the evening glow hangs almost in the air, merging with the rising stars in the night sky.

After tonight's banquet, Meng Ji finally got some rest. This was time he had specially requested. From now on, he would spend every day and night with his wife, undisturbed by anyone.

Thinking of this, Meng Ji walked with a brisk pace, unusually losing his composure and gaining a touch of youthful spirit.

He was still wearing the clothes that the immortal sect had carefully prepared for him: a white robe, a jade crown to tie his hair, and bamboo sea patterns embroidered on the collar, which was somewhat similar to the sect leader's robe in his previous life, which was what his wife used to love to see the most.

So he deliberately didn't change his clothes. When he reached the waterside pavilion, he suddenly stopped, pursed his lips, and looked at the lake carefully again.

He crouched down, scooped up a handful of clear water, and the ripples on the lake surface were stirred by his flowing robes. Two fathead fish were attracted by the movement and nuzzled the boy's slender fingertips affectionately.

The fingertips were icy cold, and the sudden touch instantly infused the two fathead fish with the lingering aroma of wine from the banquet. They became drunk and sank to the bottom of the water, their tails intertwined.

Meng Ji chuckled, a slight smile curving his lips.

He stopped looking at the fathead fish and began to slowly and meticulously examine his own features. From the bridge of his nose to his jawline, and then to his tightly buttoned collar, he scrutinized every inch.

Suddenly, he stopped washing his hands, frowned and pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and slightly pulled open his collar, making sure that his Adam's apple and collarbone were just right for exposure to the air, before he smiled silently.

Water is truly the most faithful reflective surface, and the springtime charm in the boy's eyes, reflected on the water's surface, is revealed without any concealment.

The boy then slowly got up.

He walked to the door and subtly knocked on the gilded door.

"Yaojin, I have something to say to you."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the room.

The paper gauze curtains beneath the window flickered in and out, and the candle inside swayed, casting tiny orange-yellow flowers on its surface. Just looking at its swaying form, one could imagine how frustrated the lady must be, hiding on her bed.

Even when a lady is angry, she can be so pitiful and adorable; it must be a very heartwarming scene.

"There's been some misunderstanding between us, and I've come tonight to be honest with you."

The lady must be very puzzled, right?

She'll definitely be angry at the same time, but she'll also be listening intently.

Of course, the lady would not speak until everything was explained clearly. She was arrogant and would not easily forgive anyone once she was angry.

Meng Ji leaned against the door and chuckled, but fearing he might offend someone, he dared not laugh out loud. After a long pause, he said, "Madam, you don't know, but my wife and I have been husband and wife for two lifetimes."

Although they didn't spend much time as husband and wife, they were indeed very close.

A red mark appeared on Meng Ji's face, particularly noticeable on his fair skin. "Madam, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that the Demon King is infuriating. He used your bloodline to secretly bewitch your mind. Even though he's dead, you still have to search for a way to resurrect him. He's no good person."

"Now that I have married you, I must consider your well-being. Your true thoughts and feelings are my own. I must plan for our future. I do not want you to be trapped in the devil's trap after we have children."

"As for my mother, I have made proper arrangements for her in this life. She still has many years to live, and her future fate is none of my concern. I have already repaid what I owed her."

As for others, Meng Ji had no intention of mentioning them again, but fearing his wife's temper, he brought it up anyway.

He looked up at the moon, and it seemed that through the hazy moonlight he could see his wife's striking features. "I have no one else. In this life and the last, I have only loved my wife."

Perhaps because he had never expressed himself so freely and unrefined, Meng Ji paused slightly after speaking. The blush on his handsome face became even clearer under the moonlight, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

It should have been said sooner.

If I say it out loud, perhaps the lady won't be angry.

There was no one else standing between the two of them...

Meng Ji's breathing was slightly unsteady, and his heart was pounding wildly. He lowered his head and sniffed his collar to make sure the smell of alcohol had completely dissipated before turning to look at the dim candlelight inside.

"lady?"

One breath, two breaths.

But there was no sound from inside.

Meng Ji frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Madam, I didn't mean to blame you that day, but rather I was worried."

“I have already told my sect that I will not marry Leng Dandan. That day, everyone was there and I had to make a statement, otherwise they would definitely make things difficult for you.”

I've said everything I wanted to say and everything that needed to be said.

Even a block of wood should have figured things out by now.

But why is there no movement inside?

In an instant, a bad premonition struck my heart.

Meng Ji suddenly looked up, his gaze deep and intense. He stared intently, placing his hand on the door, ready to break down in a split second. "Madam?"

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"Marrying My Sister"

Xie Qingyan was born with a beautiful face, but she was a well-known sickly beauty in the capital. Her mother was a concubine, not even worthy of being called a maid. People said that her future marriage would be difficult and that she would likely live a life of hardship.

Xie Qingyan herself thought it was good.

Until that day—Xie Lianlong accidentally kissed her, and from then on his behavior became increasingly aggressive and his words to her became increasingly offensive. Only then did Xie Qingyan decide to find a marriage for herself.

Three days after the marriage was arranged, Xie Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She summoned Xie Lianlong, saying, "I have no brother. On my wedding day, I hope my younger brother will come and carry me to the bridal sedan chair."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Lianlong's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth: "Xie Qingyan, do you really have no heart..."

...

On their wedding day, Xie Lianlong finally carried her onto the bridal sedan chair, and then he went to the battlefield without looking back. Years later, the young man returned to the capital after his military service, and amidst the cheers of thousands lining the streets, the figure he had longed for in countless nights was nowhere to be seen.

He clenched his fist and crushed the love lock he had always treasured in his hand.

A sharp shard of porcelain pierced her palm, blood flowing freely, but Xie Lianlong laughed loudly, "Xie Qingyan, I'm here."

It turns out that the love lock I gave him years ago was just a joke to fool him.

If you leave for too long, some people may forget whose label they were once associated with.

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Small Theater

Everyone says that although the frontier is tough, it also tempers the mind; otherwise, how could Xie Lianlong have been honed into such a composed demeanor? But only Xie Qingyan knows that it's just an illusion. The years on the battlefield have only sharpened this blade, making it more ruthless and unruly.

Otherwise, why would he appear outside her bedroom in the dead of night, push open her window with a scabbard, and say to her:

"Are you satisfied with the husband I chose for you?"

"Sister, you have no idea how much pain I felt when I saw you off on your wedding day."

"Sister, since you pity him, why not pity me too?"

Xie Lianlong gazed at the girl he had longed for, leaped out of the window, climbed onto her bed, and coiled around her like a venomous snake, taking her virginity. Satisfied, his voice excited and satiated, he said, "Sister, he's dead, you're mine now."

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

The younger brother was willing to resort to such means to get her!

Consumption Guide:

Pseudo-incest!! They are not blood relatives, no blood relation, the truth will be revealed in the main text!!

To seize by force or coercion.

She fled, he chased; she couldn't escape even if she had wings.