Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Pei Zichen, he is Pei Zichen...

(110~112 have been modified, please reread)

After the day of the waterside ghost summoning ceremony, Li Xiuji's temper had obviously improved a lot.

He would come to see her at noon every day. Knowing that he was a mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, Jiang Zhaoxue did not dare to provoke him. Every morning when he woke up, he would look at himself carefully in the mirror.

Is the makeup appropriate? Are the clothes neat? Are the belt accessories hanging properly?

After she finished tidying up and went out, she would see the young man standing in front of the bedroom door waiting for her. After glancing her up and down, if there was anything wrong, he would go forward to help her tidy up. If it was ok, he would nod and lead her to start today's garden tour.

He seemed to be really afraid that she would be bored, so he would prepare some activities every day.

Play chess today, play the piano tomorrow, and watch the new and exotic animals in the Nine Netherworld the day after tomorrow.

The course schedule was packed, and Jiang Zhaoxue felt like a student coming to the Nine Netherworld Realm to study.

In just a few days, he had a thorough understanding of the customs, local culture, geographical distribution, and powerful families of the Nine Netherworld.

But this is not what she cares about. What she cares about most is "Li Xiu Ji".

Li Xiu Ji is a spirit body. This kind of spirit body entering the tribulation, and it is a "demigod body", which is indeed something she has never seen before.

She observed him carefully and always felt that he was full of contradictions and particularly strange.

He seemed unable to see colors and could not identify the colors of butterflies or flowers.

But he could clearly confirm whether her lipstick was evenly applied, what kind of blush she used, and what color ribbon she wore.

He seemed to be unable to smell, and no matter what kind of incense she used, he never felt strange.

But he could tell the incense she was using today

He seems to have no sense of touch, and will not feel pain, heat, or tingling, and will not react to these touches.

But when he accidentally touched her while playing chess and fighting for the chess pieces, his fingertips would subconsciously retract.

…

She observed for a long time and had a vague illusion that he seemed to have five senses only for her.

This conclusion seemed absurd and puzzling to her, but she seemed to have no choice but to believe it.

In addition, she also carefully observed his body and gradually understood that his so-called spiritual body was actually a "shell" that could carry power, or be nourished by power.

"This is the difference between gods, humans, and immortals."

When she raised questions, Li Xiuji patiently explained, "Whether human or immortal, the soul and spirit are carried within the flesh. Once the flesh is destroyed, the soul has nowhere to return to. However, the divine body is three-layered. The divine shell carries the soul and spirit, and the flesh carries the divine shell that is fused with the soul and spirit. The existence of the divine shell frees the divine body from any form restrictions. It is the carrier of the soul and spirit. Whatever form the soul desires, the divine shell will take that form. The divine shell also transcends the limitations of the soul and the flesh. Even if it is just a soul, after the divine shell is filled with power, it is no different from having a flesh body."

Jiang Zhaoxue listened, took a look at the resentful energy flowing around him, and asked curiously, "Then whether he has a physical body or not is not important?"

"important."

The other party, playing chess, patiently explained, "Possessing a divine shell only makes you a demigod. Once you possess a true body and can fully utilize divine power, you become a true god. Divine power and the power of cultivators operate differently. Although I am called a demigod, I am essentially just a cultivator close to being a god, not a true god."

"So you're finally looking for a body?"

Jiang Zhaoxue was curious, but the other party was nonchalant: "Why?"

The young man raised his eyes and asked, "Do I have to become a god?"

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned by this question, and couldn't help but ask, "If you don't want to become a god, why are you working so hard?"

The young man paused, and after a moment, a smile appeared in his eyes and he chuckled.

His laughter seemed very clear, and when he laughed, his eyes seemed to be filled with spring water in March, full of charm.

Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but stare at him in a daze. He saw the other party smile for a moment, pursed his lips, raised his eyes, and said gently: "What the Immortal Lord said is true, but how I will eventually obtain a physical body is not up to me."

"Who is it?"

The young man did not respond immediately. He just stared at Jiang Zhaoxue and called out seriously, "My Lady."

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned, her heart rippled suddenly, a sense of familiarity spread, and she suddenly had a strange idea.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other party's eyes return to the chessboard, and knocked on the empty space with the chess piece between his fingers, reminding him: "It's your turn to make a move."

These words made Jiang Zhaoxue realize that the "Madam" he had just called her was just a joke. Her heart sank, and an indescribable sense of loss came over her. She suddenly felt that the chess game in front of her was boring, but she still forced herself to place the chess piece.

The second half of the game was a mess, and Pei Zichen could see that she was distracted. When she made another move, he simply stopped her and said softly, "If you don't want to make a move, then don't make one."

As he spoke, he glanced around and saw the lights were on. He threw the chess pieces into the chess box, stood up, and said slowly, "Let's go. I'll take you back."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue collected his thoughts and stood up with the other party.

When she walked out of the pavilion, she glanced at the incense burner in the pavilion and felt relieved.

During these days, starting from the first day of summoning the soul, she has been secretly giving Li Xiuji drugs in small amounts and multiple times.

The way spirits perceive the world is different from that of humans. They are extremely sensitive and can identify and detect any medicine by using subtle differences in energy.

If you want to find a way to trap Li Xiu Ji, you must first greatly reduce the sensitivity of his spiritual body.

Direct use of medicine will naturally lead to discovery, but there is a special spice called Soul-Seeking Grass. This spice can have an effect on the soul body, but the result of this effect is determined by the magic circle that uses it.

The soul-summoning formation uses the soul-seeking grass to guide the soul. That day, when she lit the soul-seeking grass in front of Li Xiuji at the water pavilion, there was a small formation hidden in the soul-summoning formation.

This small formation is used to reduce the sensitivity of his spiritual body.

After this formation was activated, whenever he smelled the scent of the soul-seeking grass, the sensitivity of his spiritual body would continue to decrease.

She was afraid that he would find out, so she didn't dare to use it too much at first.

But after discovering that he had no five senses, she gradually began to increase the amount. After a few days, a little bit at a time added up to a lot. Today, she specially lit some calming incense in the water pavilion. If it were in the past, Li Xiu Ji would have noticed it, but today he didn't realize it, so she knew it was about time.

She followed Li Xiuji back to the bedroom, looked at the young man standing in front of the door, and said softly, "We're here, let's go back."

Having said that, he turned and left. Jiang Zhaoxue remembered the calming incense on him and hurriedly called him back.

"Emperor."

Pei Zichen turned around when he heard this and saw Jiang Zhaoxue standing under the lighted corridor, saying, "Please wait a moment."

Pei Zichen was puzzled, and then he saw Jiang Zhaoxue enter the house, quickly took out a cloak, and trotted out of the house.

She was dressed in white gauze, stepping on the lights of the palace, and in the night wind she looked like a bright moon rushing towards him.

Pei Zichen stared blankly at Jiang Zhaoxue coming towards him with a cloak in her arms. When she heard him coming, she naturally raised her hands and stood on tiptoe. He subconsciously lowered his head and let her wrap the cloak around his back.

The cloak she gave him was filled with warmth and her fragrance. Pei Zichen's heart was pounding. He looked up in the light and saw the woman looking at the knot in front of his clothes. She carefully tied the cloak belt for him and said softly, "It's a bit cold tonight. Put on a coat before you go."

Pei Zichen was speechless. He just stared at her, his eyes moving around, as if he was engraving her in his eyes and reflecting her in his heart.

Jiang Zhaoxue pretended not to be aware of his prying eyes, tied her cloak, looked up at him, and asked softly, "Will the Emperor come tomorrow?"

Her words hinted that tomorrow would be different.

Pei Zichen lowered his eyes and looked at the expectant eyes of the person in front of him, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

Even though he knew her behavior was different, he still asked, "When was the last day I wasn't here?"

"That's perfect." Jiang Zhaoxue smiled, seeming very happy. He took a step back and said respectfully, "I brought some wine from the True Fairyland. The Emperor is coming tomorrow. I will host a banquet in the waterside pavilion to express my gratitude for the Emperor's hospitality. How do you do that?"

Pei Zichen didn't say anything, just looked at him silently.

After a long while, he chuckled and said, "Is it considered a treat if I keep you under house arrest here?"

"Although I'm under house arrest," Jiang Zhaoxue seemed to be very open-minded and blinked, "but I'm living a good life."

There was no response from the other party, and Jiang Zhaoxue also felt that this seemed a bit forced.

It was true that she had been so focused on giving him the drug these days, and it went so smoothly that she had forgotten her purpose.

She coughed lightly with some embarrassment and whispered, "I... just want to drink."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes softened a little under his mask and he nodded, "Okay."

As he spoke, he turned around, wearing the cloak she had given him, and responded with a voice as gentle as a summer breeze: "I'll come over tomorrow night."

His words sounded a bit like Pei Zichen's, and Jiang Zhaoxue's heart softened. She couldn't help but sigh and sighed softly, "People who are too good-looking are easily forgiven."

After saying that, Jiang Zhaoxue waved her hand and went back. After washing up, she lay back on the bed and reviewed her plan again. After confirming that everything was correct, she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Pei Zichen sat in the Demon Palace's meeting hall, listening to Xin Luoyi's report on the latest news, and asked casually, "Where is Shen Yuqing?"

"I am incompetent," Silla Yi bowed and replied, "I have disappeared since I sneaked into Cangdu today."

Hearing this, Pei Zichen did not respond. He was still wearing the cloak given to him by Jiang Zhaoxue. The fragrance lingered around his nose. Pei Zichen tapped the armrest lightly, and thinking of tomorrow's banquet, he chuckled.

"Tomorrow you and your men will stay outside my Tingxin Waterside Pavilion and listen to my instructions."

He supported his forehead, and in an instant his mind was filled with the lingering bloody smell on the ladder of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. His body was full of hostility, and he closed his eyes in some pain.

Silla Yi looked up with a smile and heard the monarch sitting on the throne murmur.

"Since they won't let me go, then no one should let anyone go."

*** ***

Jiang Zhaoxue slept until noon and had a good sleep.

After dawn, she went to the bathhouse first, opened her domain in the water, and began to take stock of what she needed for the day.

After finishing the inventory, she dressed up carefully and went to the water pavilion in advance to start setting up the venue.

Jiang Zhaoxue spent the entire afternoon preparing for the pavilion, and when Pei Zichen came at night, he saw that the pavilion had already changed its appearance.

All the lights around were off, and only the floating palace lanterns led him all the way to the waterside pavilion.

The pavilion was hung with golden gauze curtains, through which the silhouette of a woman and the shape of hydrangeas could be vaguely seen.

Pei Zichen walked in the direction of the light, rolled up the curtain, and saw that the entire water pavilion was filled with flowers of different heights.

He couldn't see the color, but could tell from the shape that it was probably some hydrangea or something like that. It looked quite pretty.

In this black and white scene, Jiang Zhaoxue was wearing a long dress of white gauze and gold thread, sitting beside a long table. The lights were shining brightly on her body, making her extremely dazzling.

There were beautiful wine glasses and side dishes on the table. Jiang Zhaoxue supported her chin, tapped the porcelain bowl with chopsticks, and looked at the people in the water pavilion.

Hearing the person behind her roll up the curtain and enter the room, Jiang Zhaoxue turned around with a smile, her beautiful, bright eyes meeting the person's gaze: "The Emperor is here?"

"Li Xiu Ji"'s attire today was not much different from usual. He was still wearing the same purple-black robe, but he had obviously changed into a new one, with jade beads hanging from his waist and gold patterns on his sleeves.

He smiled, lowered his head and walked into the waterside pavilion. He lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down opposite Jiang Zhaoxue. After looking Jiang Zhaoxue up and down, he said softly, "What day is it today? Why would the Immortal Master mobilize such a large army?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the surrounding flowers and said slowly, "I didn't notice Yin Zhixian doing this today. Did the Immortal Lord move these flowers himself?"

Yin Zhixian was transformed from his power, and he could sense every move he made.

Jiang Zhaoxue had known about this for a long time, so she wasn't surprised. She admitted frankly, "Yes, I arranged it all."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord."

Pei Zichen's eyes fell on Jiang Zhaoxue's worn palms, his gaze dimmed a little, and he couldn't help but say: "For this kind of thing, the Immortal Lord can just ask Yin Zhixian to do it."

"How do I show my sincerity then?"

Jiang Zhaoxue immediately retorted, then realized that the other party might be looking at her weak cultivation body, so she quickly explained: "Also, don't look at my weak appearance, but my true self is a tiger. I am very strong when doing this kind of physical work!"

This made the other person laugh, but his eyes fell on her hands, and after thinking for a while, he moved the small dish plate away, brushed it with his hand, and raised his hand and said, "Give me your hand."

Jiang Zhaoxue stretched out her hand blankly, but his cold hand held it firmly and placed it on the table. Then he raised his hand and a small medicine box appeared on the table. The young man took out the tools for cleaning the wound, cleaned it carefully for her first, and then began to apply medicine.

He made a big deal out of the minor skin injury. Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but say, "It's just a skin injury...it shouldn't be that serious..."

"Then consider it as me taking advantage of the Immortal Lord," the young man said in a light tone. His words seemed shameless, but his expression was exceptionally cold, without a trace of lust. He even had a bit of immortal air, as if he was chanting a scripture and asking questions. He said calmly, "I would like to take the opportunity of bandaging the wound to touch the Immortal Lord's noble body more. Is that okay?"

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say much after hearing what he said. She just watched him apply the medicine to her. Only then did she seem satisfied. She put away the medicine box and said softly, "The spiritual plants in the Nine Netherworlds naturally carry demonic energy. This is a natural curse for you. The wound will not heal easily. You must not be careless."

"knew……"

The other party's concern was too genuine. Thinking about what he was going to do later, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little guilty.

The young man listened to her tone and looked at her.

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't know if she was feeling guilty, she just felt that that glance seemed to see through her thoughts.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly, watched the person opposite her put everything back in order, then sat down and talked about business: "Did the Immortal Lord invite me here tonight just to drink?"

"Drinking alone is certainly a bit boring," Jiang Zhaoxue came prepared. She pulled a deck of cards from her sleeve, placed them on the table, and said with a smile, "The Emperor and I are old acquaintances. We haven't seen each other for many years, so we don't really know each other well. Why don't we draw cards and drink at the same time? It will both strengthen our relationship and make things more interesting."

The young man listened, his eyes shifting to her deck of cards. He asked rhetorically, "Does the Immortal Lord wish to improve his relationship with me?"

"That's from..."

"What kind of love?"

This question gave Jiang Zhaoxue a pause. After secretly cursing the man in front of him for being shameless, he happily accepted the question: "Of course it's the friendship of a close friend who shares life and death!"

The young man curled his lips, his eyes showing a hint of mockery, but he didn't say much. He just raised his hand and flipped over the cards she placed next to him, and asked curiously: "What card is this?"

"Question card."

Jiang Zhaoxue was immediately filled with pride when she spoke of this. "I created this card when I was young, and it's perfect for making friends and getting to know each other. Each card has a question, and the person who draws the card asks the question to the other person. If the other person doesn't want to answer, they have to drink. There's a special card here called the blank card. The blank card has the highest authority, and you can ask any question."

"oh?"

The person opposite casually flipped through the questions on the card and said softly, "Any questions are fine."

"Of course," Jiang Zhaoxue said generously, "You can drink anyway."

"You have a lot of blank cards."

The young man looked around and roughly counted the number of blank cards. Jiang Zhaoxue's thoughts were seen through, but he didn't deny it. He said openly, "How else would I have the chance to drink?"

The young man glanced at her without saying anything. Jiang Zhaoxue poured him a glass of wine and looked up at him: "What do you think, Your Majesty? Do you want to play this game?"

"Which one am I?"

The young man did not answer directly, but continued to fiddle with the cards.

Jiang Zhaoxue was a little confused: "What number?"

"The man who plays this game with you alone," the young man raised his eyes, hinting, "which one am I?"

"Well……"

"If it's not the first, then it's meaningless."

The young man put down the cards and was about to move them away when Jiang Zhaoxue quickly pressed his hand on them and said truthfully, "The first one!"

The young man raised his eyes, and Jiang Zhaoxue said with a stiff face: "I made this card last night."

The young man said nothing, just looked at her quietly, as if he already knew it.

Jiang Zhaoxue continued to lie under his scrutinizing gaze, saying with difficulty, "The Emperor is a legendary sage. I... I want to understand the Emperor so much that I resorted to this desperate measure, hoping to quickly build a closer relationship with the Emperor, gain a glimpse of the divine way, and make greater progress."

"I see."

The young man said calmly, his eyes moving to the hand that was pressing on him: "I can see it."

Their relationship is indeed very close.

Jiang Zhaoxue heard that his tone was wrong, followed his gaze, and instantly realized what he had done.

He quickly withdrew his hand as if it were burning, and said awkwardly, "I have made the Emperor laugh at my clumsy thoughts."

"It's good that he's thoughtful of me."

The other person showed no emotion, and slowly withdrew his hand, stroking the back of his hand as if savoring it. However, his tone was sarcastic, and he said something with a hidden meaning: "Better than Wuxin."

Jiang Zhaoxue smiled but said nothing. She had recently become accustomed to this person's strange words, so she pretended not to hear them and let them pass by her ears.

After the other party finished speaking, he didn't say much. He just leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, supported his chin and looked at her. He smiled politely and said gently: "The Immortal Master is a guest, please come in."

Jiang Zhaoxue breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what he said, knowing that Li Xiuji had agreed to play this game.

She immediately picked up the cards and shuffled them quickly. Then she pushed the plate aside and placed it on the table. She rubbed her hands and said, "Shall I begin?"

The person opposite nodded and raised his hand, saying, "Please."

Jiang Zhaoxue reached out and pulled out a card with great anticipation. Written in gold letters on it was a rather innocuous question: "What color do you like?"

"white."

The other person's eyes remained fixed on her face, and he answered without hesitation.

Jiang Zhaoxue was a little puzzled and looked up at his clothes: "Then why do you wear black all day long?"

"That's the next question."

As he spoke, the young man reached out and pulled out a card, then read it out expressionlessly: "When was your first kiss?"

What a stupid question...

Jiang Zhaoxue closed his eyes in despair and chose to have a drink.

She took a deep breath and continued drawing cards.

The previous cards were all trivial questions, such as what flowers you like, what animals you like, what you like to eat...

As the number of cards gradually decreased, Jiang Zhaoxue began to pray that he would draw a card without a word.

She pondered in her mind for a long time, and when she drew the first blank card, Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and shook the card in her hand at the other party: "A blank card."

The young man raised his eyes, completely unafraid: "Please."

Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment, glanced at the deck of cards beside him, and decided to choose a less pointed question that she had always wanted to know: "Is the Emperor... the senior who saved me so many times in the time mirror?"

Hearing this, the person on the other side paused.

As they stared at each other, Jiang Zhaoxue stared into his eyes: "I've always felt that the Emperor is somewhat similar to that senior, but I'm not sure, I wonder..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the young man drink the wine in the glass directly, then propped himself up, seemed to be a little angry, and reached out to take the cards.

There were obviously more blank cards at the back, and Pei Zichen took them all in one go. He slammed the blank cards onto the table, staring at Jiang Zhaoxue and said, "Have you ever had any sexual relations with that senior?"

This question was too sharp for Jiang Zhaoxue to answer. Regardless of whether the person in front of her was that senior or not, she didn't dare to respond.

If it was that senior, this question would be no different from flirting. If she mentioned that they had "kissed once" in the past, it would add even more fun.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to admit such a thing in front of others.

Jiang Zhaoxue thought he didn't have the nerve to do that, so he could only turn around and drink.

But if this has never happened, just say it openly. Drinking is tantamount to confessing the crime.

The corner of the person opposite raised his lips, but his eyes became colder.

Jiang Zhaoxue drank some wine and dodged it, then quickly drew another card. A card without words was turned over, and Jiang Zhaoxue was overjoyed.

The other party asked rudely, so Jiang Zhaoxue decided not to be polite either. She raised her eyes and stared at the person opposite her and asked, "What is the relationship between Pei Zichen and the Nine Nether Realm?"

"Using his connections, the Nine Netherworld Realm used him to obtain the five divine artifacts."

This was exactly what Jiang Zhaoxue had guessed. Then he saw the young man pinch a blank card with two fingers and place it on the table. He looked up at him and continued to ask, "How far have you gone?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue was almost certain that the person in front of him was not the "senior".

The vague feeling of guilt disappeared, and his face suddenly became thicker. He immediately said, "I have kissed you."

The man opposite her stared at her intently. Jiang Zhaoxue noticed his obvious displeasure. She didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or just because he was having fun, so she asked curiously, "Why, are you still unhappy? What is the status of this senior that I can't kiss him?"

"Can."

The person opposite him twisted his fingertips, and the pronunciation seemed to be forced out.

Jiang Zhaoxue was quite pleased to have won back a game. He drew a blank card and placed it on the table, then continued to ask, "Now that the five artifacts are in my hands and Pei Zichen has passed away, the Nine Netherworld Realm has no reaction? What are you planning to do?"

"I'm not going to do anything."

The other party responded easily. Jiang Zhaoxue frowned and said, "You don't want the five artifacts anymore?"

This question was outside the game, and the other party chuckled lightly: "The Immortal Lord is here, what other artifacts do you need?"

Jiang Zhaoxue's demeanor turned a bit colder. He watched the young man draw his cards and jokingly said, "It seems that my arrival in the Nine Netherworld Realm has put me in a position of danger."

"Why not?" The other party chuckled, looked at the cards, and said nonchalantly, "I have coveted the Immortal Lord for a long time. If the Immortal Lord can come, the Nine Netherworld Realm will be glorious."

As he spoke, the young man placed the cards on the table. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the blank cards and listened to the other party's serious question: "Why did you come to the Nine Nether Realm?"

Jiang Zhaoxue drank calmly.

After that, the two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Except for irrelevant questions, they asked every remaining blank card extremely sharply, and could only end it with drinking.

By the time they finished asking, both of them had drunk quite a bit and felt a little dizzy.

Jiang Zhaoxue had a good alcohol tolerance and just had a slight headache, but the person opposite him had already leaned his head to the side.

There were only a few cards left on the table. The young man took out a card with a smile, placed it on the table, and asked a relatively simple question.

"Do you love Pei Zichen?"

Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes upon hearing this, thought for a moment, and then softly said, "Love."

"Can you lie in this game?"

The young man closed his eyes and chuckled, as if he found it absurd: "You love him, and you even set up a soul-locking formation on him, and you are of the same mind as Shen Yuqing and his wife. Don't you know that this will really force him to death?"

Jiang Zhaoxue listened, feeling a headache. She was too distracted to calm down, and the words went in one ear and out the other. She casually said, "This is a matter between him and me."

"But you're lying to me." The other party pestered, "You can't lie in this game."

"I don't."

Jiang Zhaoxue shook her head, forcing herself to wake up a little, and asked him a question: "Can you help me revive Pei Zichen?"

As long as she was sure that he couldn't do it, she would do it without any scruples.

She stared at the other person, who listened to her and seemed to be in a daze thinking for a long time.

Jiang Zhaoxue saw that he didn't answer immediately, and her heart tightened. She knew there was hope, so she spoke cautiously, "Emperor."

Hearing Jiang Zhaoxue's call, the young man slowly raised his eyes, his whole body like a gorgeous and luxurious golden color, tilting his head to look at her.

He was observing her, staring at her confused face. After a long moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "Sure."

Jiang Zhaoxue was overjoyed when she saw this. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the other person lean over and get close to her, asking doubtfully, "But what can you give me?"

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, then immediately said respectfully and solemnly, "As long as the Emperor can revive Pei Zichen, I will not refuse His Majesty's request."

"Yeah?"

The young man tilted his head and lowered his eyes to her lips: "What do I want from you?"

Jiang Zhaoxue's breath suddenly became cold, and he slowly raised his eyes.

The man in front of her looked down at her with a confused and somewhat provocative expression, and whispered softly: "I want you to stay by my side forever. Look at me, accompany me, touch me. You can't talk to anyone, you can't smile at anyone, you can't look at them more than once, you can't say a word to them..."

As he spoke, he was obviously immersed in some wild fantasy, and his breathing became rapid.

"Everything you have belongs to me. You can't love anyone else, you can't think of anyone else except me. You just stay here, sleep on my couch, live in my house, accept everything I give you, and give me everything you have. As long as you can do this," the young man lowered his head and said carefully, "I will return Pei Zichen to you. How about it?"

Jiang Zhaoxue listened without saying anything. He just picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip of cold tea.

Pei Zichen's expression gradually faded when he saw that she didn't respond.

He stared at her coldly. She always looked the same, sitting high on the lotus platform, untainted by the mundane world.

But why?

Why is it that he is suffering in hell, while she can be calm and composed here, like a fairy or a Buddha?

Jealousy and resentment rose up, and he wished he could turn into thousands of vipers and wrap around her, lick her, strangle her, penetrate her, coexist with her as one, offer everything he had, give it to her, offer it to her, sacrifice to her, and then pull her down from the altar and sink into the mud with him.

Thinking of this scene, Pei Zichen couldn't help but get excited. He couldn't help but urge: "Have you thought it through, Jiang Xianzhu? Don't you love him? If you love him, why wouldn't you be willing to make such a small sacrifice?"

"The prerequisite for my willingness is that I ask the Emperor for help."

Jiang Zhaoxue drank tea with a calm tone.

When she heard Li Xiuji's incoherent words, she knew that Ye Tianjiao was right and that he had a problem with his brain.

She felt relieved and no longer counted on this person, just counting on the time.

The soul-seeking grass has already taken effect, and the drug in the wine combined with the fragrance of the surrounding flowers should also have taken effect.

She raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her whose aura was a little confused, and said softly: "But if the Emperor wants something from me, why should I respond?"

"What do I ask of you?"

As soon as Pei Zichen opened his mouth, he felt a numbness coming from his body.

His expression changed slightly, and Jiang Zhaoxue instantly raised her hand and pushed him aside, saying coldly: "Bundle!"

Vines sprouted from the flowerbed nearby like dragons, and black energy attacked from all directions. However, Jiang Zhaoxue had already taken a step forward, pressing a finger to the side of his lips and chanting in a low voice: "Heaven has summoned, domain, open."

A golden light suddenly appeared on the ground, and the golden runes hidden in the water pavilion suddenly lit up. In an instant, the golden light and the black air collided with each other, and the vines instantly wrapped around "Li Xiu Ji"'s limbs. The moment the field was formed, Li Xiu Ji's hands were pulled apart and hung on both sides. A vine suddenly whipped his knees, forcing him to kneel in the magic circle.

But in an instant, the waterside pavilion was completely enveloped by Jiang Zhaoxue's power. At the same time, a black gas penetrated into the field and transformed into a... Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her finger and turned to look. She saw "Li Xiuji" kneeling in the Dharma light, gasping and looking up at her: "What did you do?"

"I fed you some drugs."

Jiang Zhaoxue took out the pills Li Xiuji had given her, stood up, and walked towards Li Xiuji, saying casually, "I used a spirit summoning array as a cover, set up a magic array to reduce the sensitivity of your spirit body, and used the soul-seeking grass to reduce the sensitivity of your spirit body. The medicine is in the wine."

As she spoke, she stopped in front of Li Xiuji, pinched his jaw, and looked down at him: "Anything else you want to ask?"

"So," the young man said with a slow smile, his eyes filled with poison and disappointment, "you really have been lying to me all along?"

"good."

Jiang Zhaoxue slapped the medicine into Li Xiuji's mouth, forced him to swallow it, and smiled faintly: "But the game is over, Emperor, you are on your own."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue's gaze fell on the mask on Li Xiuji's face.

She looked at the mask, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Emperor, I am only entrusted with this task. I will give you three points of respect, and I hope you will also give me three points in the future."

After saying this, she did not take off her mask, but turned back to the side, took the clothes hanging on the rack, and prepared to open the teleportation array to leave.

Just as he made his move, he heard someone behind him say, "Is this the soul-summoning formation you created to conceal the use of the soul-seeking grass?"

Jiang Zhaoxue paused and turned to look at him.

The young man knelt on the ground, his hair covering his face, making it impossible to see his emotions. However, somehow, at that moment, she actually saw a sadness in this god that was very similar to Pei Zichen's.

He seemed sad and in pain.

Jiang Zhaoxue's heart softened, and she couldn't bear it any longer, so she told the truth: "Yes."

"Then you..." Pei Zichen said with some difficulty. It was extremely embarrassing to ask such questions at this time, but he had to ask, "The cloak you gave me..."

"I know you don't have any five senses," Jiang Zhaoxue knew what he was going to ask and said calmly, "That day I used calming incense to test you. Your spiritual body's sensitivity was reduced, so you couldn't sense it, but people around you could smell it."

"Then today's arrangement..."

"I'm just closing the net." Jiang Zhaoxue replied calmly, "I've never been sincere towards the Emperor. If the Emperor misunderstood anything, I apologize."

The young man listened, as if he had expected it. He shook his head gently, as if crying and laughing: "Jiang Zhaoxue...are you serious...are you really..."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue had a hunch that something was wrong. She subconsciously turned her head and saw the young man raise his eyes. His black pupils, like snakes, stared at her intently and said coldly, "You will not change your nature."

The moment the sound fell, the space on the side suddenly shattered, and a black gas broke through the wall of space and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue!

The black energy came too fast and too violently. Jiang Zhaoxue didn't even have time to look back. He instinctively shouted, "Activate the formation!"

The moment the sound came out, the entire field suddenly shook violently, and a familiar sword light slashed down, cutting through the field with a "bang", and together with the defensive formation, it slammed into the black air that broke through the air!

The three magical powers collided at the same time, and the earth shook for an instant. Before Jiang Zhaoxue could react, someone grabbed her wrist and jumped out of the pavilion on tiptoe!

The teleportation array opened in the center of the lake. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at the person coming and cried out in horror: "Shen Yuqing?!"

The other party didn't look back, but just swung the teleportation array forward.

The moment the two jumped into the teleportation array, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt the space behind her shatter. She turned around in shock and saw a young man leaning out from the mirror-like shattered space, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He stretched out a pale hand among the moonlight and petals and grabbed her wrist!

Shen Yuqing turned around upon hearing the sound and slashed with a sword. Pei Zichen took advantage of the situation to pull Jiang Zhaoxue behind him, and with his other hand, he gathered the water into ice and stabbed at Shen Yuqing with a sword!

The sword drew the power of the river, and the heaven and earth resonated. Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue pressed down on Li Xiuji's vital point without hesitation, pulled him back fiercely, and shouted at Shen Yuqing: "Go!"

The moment the sound fell, Jiang Zhaoxue dragged "Li Xiuji" to the ground heavily. The other party subconsciously protected her head and rolled over. Jiang Zhaoxue took the opportunity to kick him away and distanced herself with a point of her toes: "Heaven has called, sword comes!"

Dozens of flying swords rushed towards the young man. The young man raised his hand and the sword light rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue like heavy rain. At the same time, the man followed the sword and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue!

The sword was like thunder and the young man was like a ghost. Jiang Zhaoxue saw him rushing towards her with a rain of swords. Wherever he passed, the sword light shattered into pieces. In just a moment, he was in front of Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue's expression suddenly turned cold, and he instantly changed his formation: "Nine Palaces Soul Locking - Open!"

A nine-square light array suddenly appeared on the ground, and nine golden chains broke out of the ground from the Gan, Kan, and Gen directions, wrapping around the young man like a dragon.

The young man turned and slashed at the chains with his sword. Jiang Zhaoxue took the opportunity to form a seal and change again: "Five Elements Rotate, Fire Burns the Sky!"

Flames roared up from the Xun position. Pei Zichen swept his sword horizontally, and the flames condensed instantly. Jiang Zhaoxue simultaneously distanced himself and transformed, throwing out three large formations in succession:

"Beidou slays the devil."

"Aoki becomes a barrier."

"White Tiger for attack!"

"Tian Yuan," Jiang Zhaoxue landed at the center of the formation and looked at the person rushing towards him. He slashed his palm, slamming blood down on the ground, and shouted, "Thunderous force, kill!"

With a loud bang, purple thunder fell!

Li Xiu Ji is a spirit, formed from condensed resentment, and thunder is his natural nemesis.

Purple thunder instantly filled the magic circle, and Jiang Zhaoxue turned around with a gasp.

However, at that moment, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt something was wrong. Turning back, he saw a figure slashing through the magic circle with a sword and rushing out towards the thunder!

He came too fast. Jiang Zhaoxue was horrified and raised his hands, but could only passively defend: "Open the formation!"

But it was too late. The formation was about to be activated, but the young man suddenly grabbed her left hand that was casting the spell at the moment before the formation was lit up, walked around behind her, raised his hand to cover her lips, and pushed her whole body heavily onto the table!

This action was too humiliating. Jiang Zhaoxue's blood boiled, and when he covered her lips for a moment, she shouted, "Min!"

As she spoke, a sharp blade suddenly appeared in her hand and stabbed at the young man's neck as fast as lightning.

With the blessing of heaven, the opponent had no way to avoid this knife. The young man's pupils shrank sharply and the demonic energy exploded instantly.

The evil energy rushed towards him like a sharp blade. The moment it hit, Pei Zichen's life sword left in the center of Jiang Zhaoxue's body jumped out, turned into a small sword, and pierced the young man's eyebrows!

Then there was a crisp sound, and the small sword hit the young man's mask heavily.

The mask shattered into pieces, revealing the pale and handsome face of the young man.

The moment Jiang Zhaoxue saw the young man's face, he paused, and the knife was violently knocked away by the evil spirit, falling to the ground with a crisp "ding" sound.

Both of them stopped moving. Jiang Zhaoxue stared blankly at the face of the person in front of her, watching the other person slowly raise his eyes.

Everything around him became quiet, and Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were filled with that man's face.

He looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven, extremely handsome, with clean-cut features and a complexion so pale it was almost transparent.

His eyelashes are very long and appear particularly thick, and the corners of his eyes are slightly red, which contrasts with his skin tone, giving him a rich and colorful beauty.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him blankly.

The man in her memory, although fierce and beautiful, had an exceptionally gentle temperament. However, the young man in front of her seemed to finally live up to his appearance. He looked at her coldly with a cold and hostile aura.

But he grabbed her hand and put it under her waist, isolating the corner of the table from her, as if he was afraid that she would get hurt.

A layer of defensive barrier enveloped her, and there was demonic energy lingering around her. Just now, in order to prevent the uncontrolled burst of demonic energy, even if Pei Zichen did not use his Heart and Life Sword, he also opened a defensive magic circle for her at the same time, so she would not be harmed.

Who is it?

Bitterness surged up in his heart, and everything he had said and done in the past few days suddenly came to mind.

Who would, as the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, roll up the curtain of her sedan chair and go to pick her up in person?

Who was it that saw her fighting with others, got extremely angry, and just cast a spell as a joke to prevent others from touching her?

Who would be happy to hear her calling out Pei Zichen in her dream, and who would carefully bandage her wound even if it was just a scratch?

Who would repeatedly compare Pei Zichen with others? Who would question her, "You love him, yet you set up a soul-locking formation on him, acting in concert with Shen Yuqing and his wife. Don't you know that this will truly drive him to death?"

Moisture welled up in her eyes and her covered lips trembled slightly.

Pei Zichen looked at the woman's eyes, which were filled with suppressed joy, grievance, and fear, and saw her point the hand that had just held the knife at his heart.

A tingling sensation came from his heart as he felt every stroke of her pen.

She wrote so carefully, every stroke seemed as if she had written it countless times, and there was a slight tremor in her skill.

Pei Zichen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart couldn't help but shrink and curl up.

Slowly and carefully, she wrote his name on his heart, one vertical stroke, one horizontal stroke, one stroke.

Pei Zichen.