Chapter 66 Madam, is there something you're hiding from me?

When someone's gaze lingers on another person for too long, some people remain calm and composed, while others seem unable to bear it.

Leng Dandan smiled, released her grip on her senior brother's hand, and stepped forward, stamping her foot in embarrassment and indignation, "Shut up, Chi Yi, how could you say that?"

In an instant, all the sounds vanished. It wouldn't be good to let these random things get out of front of the person in charge.

However, Chi Yi glanced at his junior sister, whose embarrassment clearly outweighed her anger, and then looked at the two people around him, saying, "Junior sister, we're standing up for you."

This was exactly the scene Leng Dandan was happy to see, but she didn't show it. Instead, she looked somewhat sorrowful, saying, "My senior brother... he won't marry two people."

In fact, it was she who made the suggestion in front of everyone. Because her senior brother was unwilling to marry her no matter what, and even after being reprimanded dozens of times, he still wouldn't budge.

So Leng Dandan relented, but she did so reluctantly.

Leng Dandan was crying so hard that tears streamed down her face, and almost everyone who saw her couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Chi Yi comforted her, "I knew my senior brother wouldn't agree. Don't worry, junior sister, the sect leader won't agree either."

Chi Yi deliberately raised his voice a bit, but actually he didn't need to; Yao Jin could hear him anyway.

She blinked slightly, but didn't speak, remaining quietly there. Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, looking helpless, as fragile and vulnerable as a glass wax figure.

Beautiful people have more or less certain privileges. When Leng Dandan cried, everyone couldn't help but comfort her. But when someone who was always glamorous and domineering became like this, it made people feel even more sorry for her. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but think: it seems that she did nothing wrong.

So who is at fault?

Even Chi Yi couldn't help but want to slap himself. He glanced over with a hint of pity that seemed to come from nowhere, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of slanted eyes.

Its phoenix-eye shape is as beautiful as a crescent moon.

In an instant, Chi Yi's heart pounded wildly.

With a secret, unspoken thought in mind, he withdrew his gaze.

Yao Jin turned her gaze away nonchalantly, her expression completely natural, as if it were just a perfectly normal look.

Their gazes met briefly before parting, but Leng Dandan, whose eyes were fixed on Yao Jin, couldn't discern anything. She choked back sobs and forced a smile, "Yes, Father loves me, I know that."

“It’s so nice to have someone who cares about you,” Yao Jin suddenly remarked.

Everyone present knew about the gold-shaking incident and instantly understood her meaning.

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

While still savoring the look in Meng Ji's eyes, Chi Yi almost blurted out what was on his mind. Fortunately, when his eyes met Meng Ji's, he instantly came to his senses, clenched his fist, and managed to hold it back, though the movement was still somewhat abrupt.

Seeing this, Yao Jin silently curled her lips and looked at Leng Dandan, "I hope your father really loves you."

The pain was so intense that it ruined the wedding.

"What do you mean?"

Leng Dandan choked and turned around to grab her senior brother's sleeve and shake it, "Senior brother, she insulted my father."

Yao Jin rolled his eyes to the sky and left without hesitation.

Meng Ji stared at the figure with a strange expression, his gaze fixed on the person with a chilling intensity, as if he wanted to devour them whole. This coldness spread throughout his body and filled the surroundings. Leng Dandan barely managed to keep his hand from being pulled back, suppressing a great deal of fear.

But she wouldn't let go, so Meng Ji casually brushed her cold, unyielding fingers away, gently patted his sleeve to remove the unseen dust, and said, "Junior sister, you've already realized what's going on."

"I should have made it very clear to the sect leader and elders who I want to marry."

"Why would Junior Sister say such things, causing misunderstandings?"

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at night

Wugou Pavilion

"I can help you, I'm willing." Although he didn't know why things had developed to this point, Chi Yi shouted these words willingly.

Yao Jin shushed him, his index finger lightly touching the corner of Chi Yi's lips, though he didn't actually touch them, Chi Yi's expression remained somewhat dazed.

"Helping me escape won't be easy. Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

That sound was like a seductive spell; it didn't reveal any further meaning, yet it made Chi Yi's expression turn frenzied.

His eyes shone brightly, as if those words had given him a glimpse into their wonderful future together. "Of course, my senior brother will get married. On his wedding day, he will pay homage to the ancestors and the Three Pure Ones, and then he will form a bond with his bride. During this time, there will be a gap of about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. This time is precisely when the mountain gate is most relaxed. The previous guards and the next guards will come to watch the spectacle. With no one at the mountain gate, it will be easy for us to slip away."

Yao Jin pondered for a moment, then frowned, "And what about me? Where am I?"

Chi Yi: "If you marry your junior sister, then you will stay at Wugou Pavilion. I will come to pick you up then."

"What if he wants both?" Yao Jin said this while suppressing her disgust, but she had to consider all the possible outcomes. This time, she would never be so reckless again.

Upon hearing this, Chi frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Then let's make a puppet, and use your blood to make a smear on it as a guide."

This is not difficult. Chi Yi is an inner disciple, and he can easily use this kind of magic.

But is it really necessary to do this?

If this gets exposed...

In a daze, a glimmer of clarity seemed to flash through Chi Yi's mind, but this clarity vanished as soon as she saw Yao Jin's face. Her trembling, fragile expression cast a soft halo over the girl, like a flower drifting in the wind and rain, needing to be carefully held and protected.

In reality, Yao Jin just frowned and remained silent. She even knew who the person in front of her was, but she just felt that she could use him.

Who cares about anything else if it gets her out of trouble?

But that look made her uncomfortable, so Yao Jin took a step back. "Then why don't you hurry up and do it?"

Without further hesitation, Chi Yi lightly rubbed his fingers together and softly chanted, "Heaven and earth are mysterious and profound, all things have spirits, with my blood, I will mold their true forms..."

In an instant, a body appeared out of thin air. The body was initially semi-transparent, but then it slowly solidified under the incantation, and the outline of the facial features began to take shape.

Using the excuse of pinching her cheek, Chi Yi dared to openly look at Yao Jin, his gaze becoming increasingly blatant, from her eyebrows and eyes to her lips.

Everything was to escape that madman.

Yao Jin thought with great patience, her brows furrowed, she held back for a moment, but finally couldn't help herself and slapped him, "What are you looking at!"

With a snap, the person opposite turned their face to the side instantly. "I..."

Another snap.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and pinch it."

Chi Yi snapped back to his senses. Two slaps were enough to wake him up, but they seemed to have buried his soul deep in the ground, preventing it from ever emerging again, just like a believer's devout and fervent devotion to a bishop.

With a complicated expression, Chi Yi said "I understand," composed himself, and was about to draw a wisp of heart's blood from Yao Jin's body. But just as his finger moved, a golden light flashed, and he immediately cried out, "Oh no!"

Chi Yi was quite a character. The golden light severed three of his fingers, and the excruciating pain shot straight to the top of his head. However, he turned around and made a hand seal, covering Yao Jin's body.

With a whoosh, Chi Yi's magic was barely fixed in place at the original breach.

Even though Yao Jin didn't understand the Taoist's magic, he knew there was something fishy going on, and he asked repeatedly, "What happened? What's wrong? What's inside my body?"

Chi Yi was completely exhausted. He collapsed to his knees due to the backlash of the spell, his breathing very unstable. He managed to say with difficulty, "It's the Soul-Chasing Curse."

"Once this curse is planted, you will never be able to escape that person's pursuit, no matter how far you search."

To say that it can reach the ends of the earth is an understatement. This spell originated from the Hehuan Sect. It was originally conceived by the sect's holy maiden for her constantly fleeing lover. Later, it evolved into a spell used by immortal sects to hunt down wicked and evil people.

Once you're tainted, even if someone is outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, as long as they have a breath left, they can be dug out.

If Chu Fengliu were here, he would probably suddenly understand after hearing these words, and realize why his plan collapsed so quickly. But he is not here now, only Yao Jin remains.

Yao Jin recalled the demonic power that he couldn't activate, his mind raced, and his body grew colder and colder.

Chi Yi looked at her and asked, "Are you alright? Why is your face so pale?"

"No, it's nothing."

Yao Jin's face remained pale. She dug her fingers into her flesh and asked, "Is there any way to break this curse?"

Chi Yi was clearly in trouble. He didn't notice that the patchwork spell he had just cast had broken open again, and the aura covering the original spell darted out of the house like a ghost. "There's nothing there, but it might be a bit troublesome. I need to go to my father's place to find out."

...

With Chi Yi gone, Yao Jin was left alone in the vast Wugou Pavilion. Her body was stiff and cold, as if she had been soaking in water for days and nights. This coldness was abnormal to the touch.

When Meng Ji returned, he couldn't say what he wanted to say. He frowned and asked, "Madam, what happened?"

"Ah..." Yao Jin exclaimed, feeling the hand on her arm like a branding iron, and subconsciously shook it off. "It's nothing, I probably just caught a cold from sitting for too long."

This was too absurd. Meng Ji paused for a moment after hearing it, then remained silent, his gaze fixed quietly on his palm.

The air fell silent, and in that silence, Yao Jin took a good look at Meng Ji.

The two looked at each other. He was tall, and perhaps to accommodate her or to make it easier to talk, he was kneeling in front of her. His gentle face was exactly the same as when they first met, but it made Yao Jin feel unfamiliar.

How could things have suddenly come to this?

It was when she was found after she left...

In an instant, Yao Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly. "I was originally a demon. There are spells in Buzhou Mountain that suppress me, but I have lost my demonic powers and cannot resist them. My body is also becoming more and more like an ordinary person, so that's why I am like this."

This statement is an explanation for the lie that was blurted out in a moment of panic.

Meng Ji's expression softened, but he still stared at his hand, seemingly bothered by something. "This spell was cast by the sect leader. Even if I could undo it, I can't right now. Your identity is still a bit sensitive, but don't worry, once I become the sect leader, no one will gossip anymore."

He gently raised his hand and channeled some spiritual energy into Yao Jin, saying, "In this way, I will channel some spiritual energy into you every day so that your body will not repel Buzhou Mountain."

Ultimately, it's just using celestial power to mask demonic power, and circumventing some laws of the Heavenly Dao.

After talking for a while, Yao Jin's horror was temporarily masked. Now, with the infusion of spiritual energy, the heavy feeling on his body instantly disappeared, just like when a person is on the verge of death, being kept alive by a miraculous elixir, and the surface of his body regained its healthy luster.

Meng Ji watched without blinking, then withdrew his hand, but his eyes remained fixed on hers. "Madam, now that this matter is resolved, I also have a question to ask you."

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"May I ask, Madam, is there something you're hiding from me?"