Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Your life and death are under my control

Jiang Zhaoxue slept very soundly. When she woke up, she found that it was already dawn. She stretched in a daze and felt the clothes covering her body slipping off. She suddenly woke up with a start. Something was wrong!

She looked around and found that the boat had docked at a small river. The mysterious young man had disappeared last night, leaving only a coat draped over her.

The gorgeous purple-black satin robe flowed like water in the morning light. Jiang Zhaoxue reached out to touch it, but the moment he touched the cold texture, the clothes disappeared without a trace.

Just like that person, disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Zhaoxue paused for a moment and roughly guessed the man's identity.

In the book, Pei Zichen was able to cross the sea and climb mountains even though his tendons and veins were broken. He must have been helped by someone, and this must be the person who helped him.

As for the identity, a possibility emerged in Jiang Zhaoxue's mind.

The clothes he wore were the favorite style of the Nine Nether Realm's high-ranking officials: purple-black robes with flowing patterns. She had seen them in the battle of Cangming Sea two hundred years ago. In that dream, Pei Zichen also wore such robes after becoming the leader of the Nine Nether Realm.

This person should be from the Nine Netherworld Realm, but as for who he is - she is not familiar with the Nine Netherworld Realm.

But she could confirm one thing, this person was here to help Pei Zichen.

Whether in the book or this time, Pei Zichen obtained the Tracing Light Mirror with the help of the Nine Netherworld Realm Demon Cultivator.

Regardless of where these demon cultivators came from, whether it was because she had failed to repair the Nine Netherworld Realm barrier, or it had already been damaged and someone was lurking in the True Immortal Realm, in short, these demon cultivators were helping Pei Zichen.

Since he was a friend, not an enemy, she couldn't figure out his true strengths and weaknesses, so there was no need to dwell on it. The most important thing right now was Pei Zichen.

Jiang Zhaoxue turned her gaze to Pei Zichen, who was still unconscious beside her. His face was pale, but his skin had an abnormal blush, and it was obvious that he had a high fever.

Yesterday, his golden elixir was shattered, his tendons and veins were severed, and when he was finally on the cliff, if it weren't for the Tianji Lingyu, he would have died countless times.

Although the Tianji Lingyu is a treasure, it does not have infinite power. It cannot bring the dead back to life, which is a power against the will of heaven. The Tianji Lingyu has saved him twice. No matter what kind of magic weapon it is, it is difficult to save a person's life for the third time.

Last night she was still hoping that the remaining power of the Heavenly Secret Jade could help him heal completely, but now it seems that he has a high fever and his golden elixir must not have returned, and he is just a mortal body.

If there is no spiritual power to maintain it, a mortal body might really die from a high fever.

Then her work was in vain?

Jiang Zhaoxue would never allow such a thing to happen. Anyway, the plot has already begun according to the book. In the book, Pei Zichen eventually becomes the number one in the three realms. So she will raise Pei Zichen according to the original book's path, open the Soul Locking Formation when the time is right, and use his spiritual power to feed back the Tianji Lingyu. That would be good too.

If she followed the path in the original book, she should have taken him into the snow-capped mountains, found the Jade Ganoderma lucidum, and reshaped his tendons and veins.

Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and finalized the plan. He decided to meditate to gather his energy first, and then lead people up the mountain.

However, as soon as she activated her spiritual power, she found that she could not use it.

They were like a pool of stagnant water. No matter how she called upon them, they seemed to have nothing to do with her, flowing silently in her veins.

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned, then quickly tried it a few times and found that it was true.

Her spiritual power is still there, but she can't use it!

Is it a problem with this space, or is it a problem with this hill or area?

Jiang Zhaoxue was a little frightened for a moment.

She was a cultivator of magic and had never practiced physical cultivation, so her body was not much different from that of a mortal. Switching between demonic and human forms also required spiritual power, which she couldn't do at the moment.

With this body alone, it would be difficult for her to survive, let alone carry Pei Zichen to the mountains to find Yu Lingzhi.

She had no ability to survive in the wild and was anxious for a moment. Pei Zichen next to her groaned in discomfort, which made her wake up immediately.

What can I do?

Although she has not practiced physical cultivation, she is also a cultivator in the fusion stage. After all, she has lived for two hundred years. She can't rely on Pei Zichen, a seventeen-year-old patient, right?

"You can do it." Anan encouraged her, "You'll have to raise a child in the future, and he'll be disabled. This is just a small obstacle. You can overcome it!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue wanted to cry even more.

Anan also felt that his comfort was not perfect, so he quickly changed the subject: "Hurry up, if we don't find Yu Lingzhi soon, look at his current state, he's probably going to die."

When Jiang Zhaoxue heard this, her heart sank and she sighed heavily. She finally stood up and decided to drag Pei Zichen away first.

Without spiritual power, Bai He has returned to her spirit beast bag and fallen asleep. She only needs to drag Pei Zichen with her, which is good news.

However, Pei Zichen was not yet conscious and could not use any strength at all. Jiang Zhaoxue helped him for a long time before dragging him off the boat. By the time she dragged him to the ground, she had already started sweating.

After traveling through time for two hundred years, she has never experienced such hardship.

She could only recall the future to motivate herself, thinking about how she was abandoned by Shen Yuqing while pregnant, and how Pei Zichen strangled her...

It seems to have some strength.

The Qiankun bag cannot be opened without spiritual power, and she has nothing.

He could only pull down his coat, tear it apart with all his might, then carry Pei Zichen on his back and tie the two of them together with a strip of cloth, trying to make it as easy as possible.

After tying it up, she looked up at the snow-capped mountains not far away, a little confused: "How do I get there?"

"Let's go south," Anan responded, seeming a little tired. "Jade Ganoderma prefers sunlight and usually grows in the southern mountains. Besides, didn't Pei Zichen find the Jade Ganoderma near an empty yard? There's a house there."

Jiang Zhaoxue listened to this and walked up the mountain with Pei Zichen on her back. Soon they reached the woods at the foot of the mountain. As soon as they entered the woods, a chill hit them. Jiang Zhaoxue's breath was choked. Anan quickly encouraged her, "It's okay! You can do it! Master, you can do it!"

Jiang Zhaoxue also thought it was okay. It was just climbing a mountain, carrying a man on her back.

He is only seventeen years old, he is very young, she can do it.

Jiang Zhaoxue carried Pei Zichen on his back and stepped onto the piled snow, and began to move forward following Anan's instructions.

She had no experience of traveling alone, and she didn't know that there would be stones buried in the snow. If two people fell together, they would roll down the hillside together, fall hard, and then have to climb up again.

She didn't know that the higher she went up the mountain, the colder it got, and that she couldn't use her spiritual power. She wouldn't die, but her hands would turn red from the cold, just like any mortal.

She didn't know that the snow would cover up the big potholes and hillsides, and if she stepped on them, she would roll down with them.

She didn't know that there was very little food for animals in the forest in winter. For the first time in her life, she was frightened by a tiger and trembled with fear. She hid in a tree hole and prayed to all her ancestors.

Jiang Zhaoxue just carried Pei Zichen on her back and kept walking. She didn't know how long she had been walking. She only remembered that she started cursing as soon as she got to the back. She cursed as she walked, and felt that she must squeeze Pei Zichen until he had no magic weapon left in the future, so as to be worthy of the suffering she had endured today.

She carried him on her back as she walked along the narrow path on the cliff. With her years of flying experience, she had overcome her fear of heights, but she still couldn't help feeling aggrieved. Although she felt extremely aggrieved, she didn't dare to cry, for she was afraid that her tears would freeze on her face and make it more painful.

She could only gasp and curse Pei Zichen: "Little bastard, I have never had a good life since I met you. If you don't obey me in the future, I will break your legs."

"I'm telling you, you must remember today. No, yesterday, the day before yesterday, every single day I was with you!! You must remember my sacrifice. Even if I skin you alive in the future, you must be grateful!"

"My hands hurt so much..." Jiang Zhaoxue felt like all the grievances of her life were borne today. Her hands, which had been smeared with mutton-fat jade cream for a lifetime, were now cracked from the cold. She sniffed and began to imagine the future. "Pei Zichen, when you become rich, you must buy me a lot of ointments, as well as gold and silver jewelry. I like jade, the kind with particularly good water quality. And sapphires, I want royal blue, unheated, super large ones, and make a string for me to hang around my neck..."

"Also, I want to be a Ninth Realm Master. I want to be the best in the world. No one can bully me, not even Penglai..."

"I'm going to beat you, Shen Yuqing, and Gu Jun into pig heads. I'm going to never lose again when I bet against fate!!!"

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Pei Zichen woke up in a daze while she was mumbling about making a wish.

He felt like he was dreaming.

He dreamed that he was lying on Jiang Zhaoxue's back. She was different from him. She was so warm, so warm that it was scorching.

He leaned on her shoulder and looked at her face quietly.

This must be a dream, he thought.

When he had nothing, when everyone gave up on him, hated him, and resented him, he fantasized about Jiang Zhaoxue - the only person who had ever given him a candy, appearing in his life.

But how is that possible?

Master's wife, I can't even remember his name.

Her eyes always followed the master, never looking at him, so how could she be that girl? And how could she have jumped off the cliff after him?

But this dream was so beautiful, someone finally caught him, so it didn't matter even if it was just a dream.

He was too tired, so he just leaned on her back quietly, staring at her, and confirmed in a hoarse voice: "Master's wife?"

Jiang Zhaoxue paused, knowing that Pei Zichen had woken up.

But he woke up, and his tendons and veins were broken anyway, so he still had to be carried on his back.

So she responded impatiently: "Alas."

Hearing this response, Pei Zichen smiled and spoke again: "Master's Wife."

"Um."

"Master's Wife."

He repeated it over and over again, confirming it again and again, calling her again and again.

After Jiang Zhaoxue responded several times, she finally lost her patience and couldn't help but say, "Just tell me what you want to do. Don't keep saying, 'Master's Wife, Master's Wife, Master's Wife,' are you done yet?!"

However, Pei Zichen had already fainted again and could no longer hear Jiang Zhaoxue's scolding.

Jiang Zhaoxue was so angry that she vomited blood, but she realized that he might think she was dreaming, so she didn't bother to argue with him.

When night fell, Jiang Zhaoxue could no longer walk, so she found a cave to sit down and put Pei Zichen down.

She didn't know how to make a fire, so she could only use leaves to scoop up snow and pour it into Pei Zichen's mouth to give him water to drink.

She has spiritual power in her body. Although she cannot use it, she can go without food or water and is not afraid of temperature changes.

But Pei Zichen is different, he has to eat.

They had been walking for two days and he hadn't eaten for two days.

Although he felt a little better today, Jiang Zhaoxue also realized that if he continued to be hungry, he might starve to death.

"I won't starve the child to death, will I?"

Jiang Zhaoxue pondered for a moment, and Anan said honestly: "It's possible."

Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and finally decided: "After all, my original form is a tiger, so I should be able to catch rabbits, right?"

"Well……"

Anan was embarrassed to speak.

Don't say she is not human.

Even if it has a tiger body, it is hard to say whether a tiger that has not learned hunting skills can catch a rabbit.

But Anan didn't dare to discourage Jiang Zhaoxue's enthusiasm, so he saw her going to the woods with great interest. After searching around, she saw a little gray rabbit.

Jiang Zhaoxue was lying in ambush not far away, determined to kill with one strike.

She observed the little gray rabbit, approached quietly, and when she was close to her target, she jumped! Perfect——

Landed.

The rabbit anticipated her presence before she landed, hopped to the side, and disappeared into the woods.

She fell directly into the snow, her nose hitting the ground and breaking the skin.

She raised her head in anger and punched the ground a few times. Finally, she was sure that she couldn't catch the rabbit and might really starve Pei Zichen to death.

She thought about it for a long time, looked down at her scraped hands, and finally said, "Forget it, I'm lazy, it's more convenient to feed blood."

As she said that, she brushed the dust off her butt and walked back to the cave.

Pei Zichen was still leaning against the wall unconscious as before. She walked over, took out a dagger from her sleeve, and slashed it decisively across her hand. She pulled his hair and forced him to raise his head, revealing his complete and beautiful face. She put her bleeding hand to his lips and said coldly, "Drink!"

Pei Zichen's breathing was already very weak, almost no breath at all.

After she shouted, he didn't move.

This made Jiang Zhaoxue feel a little frightened for no reason. A person who had lost even the most basic instincts...

She couldn't help but press the wound down a little further on his lip and grabbed his hair: "Drink it! Are you stupid?!"

As he spoke, blood flowed down his lips and stained his teeth. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if something had awakened.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Zhaoxue was about to let go and pull away to think of a way out, when she felt his lips move slightly.

It's a human instinctive sucking action, but maybe this person has a gentle personality, and even his pursuit of survival is particularly gentle and lingering.

He started with a touch that was like a kiss, then began to suck slowly in small sips, and then he licked and squeezed the wound devoutly, almost obsessively, unconsciously trying his best to search for and absorb every last drop of blood.

Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed his hair and looked down at him calmly, but her muscles tensed unconsciously. She felt a tingling sensation where his soft tongue had licked and sucked.

She looked at the person in front of her coldly, feeling that he was like a dead leaf soaked in water. The breath of life returned and he slowly stretched out.

Her heart slowly sank as he woke up.

As his complexion improved, the speed at which he sucked blood slowed down.

Jiang Zhaoxue sensed that he was about to wake up and called him curiously, "Pei Zichen?"

Hearing his own name, Pei Zichen seemed to slowly regain consciousness. He opened his eyes with dilated pupils, as if waking up from a beautiful dream, and looked blankly at the woman in front of him.

The blood stained his pale face, making him look particularly handsome, even a little devilish. Anan took a breath, but did not dare to comment.

Pei Zichen stared blankly at the woman in front of him. His eyes changed from initial trance to gradual confusion. Finally, he seemed to finally react and stepped back in a hurry. Then he realized that his body was completely out of control and he fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that he was completely awake, Jiang Zhaoxue withdrew her hand, turned around, and calmly sat aside, explaining, "Your tendons and veins are all broken, so they may not be much healed. Use them if you can, and if not, just get used to it."

Pei Zichen listened and looked at the ground in confusion.

The memories of falling off the cliff came flooding back, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Your destiny cannot be violated. If you insist on living, it is a sin. Your parents and brothers died because of you, and they also died because of you."

Shen Yuqing's words, like a verdict, echoed in his ears. He thought of his parents, his brother, Gu Jinglan, his three junior fellow apprentices, and Fatty...

His eyes were red and he spoke hoarsely: "No..."

Jiang Zhaoxue looked over curiously and saw Pei Zichen seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, repeating over and over again: "No..."

"What?"

Jiang Zhaoxue stood up suspiciously, wanting to go see if Pei Zichen had a brain burn. However, as soon as she approached, Pei Zichen seemed to be extremely frightened and shouted, "Don't come over!"

Jiang Zhaoxue froze, and saw Pei Zichen looking at her excitedly: "I am a person abandoned by heaven, don't come over here!"

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what Pei Zichen meant.

Those who are abandoned by heaven will not only bring about a great calamity from heaven, but will also be doomed to the death of all their relatives.

Anyone who gets close to him will be implicated.

Thinking of Gu Jinglan and Pangpang, and looking at the young man in front of her with red eyes looking at her with fear and desire, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little reluctant for a moment.

The tone of voice he usually used to curse people also became much milder.

"It's fine."

Pei Zichen stared at her warily, then saw Jiang Zhaoxue walk forward. She half-knelt in front of him and raised her hand to gently place it on his shoulder.

Her hands were warm and covered with wounds. Pei Zichen wanted to reject her, but he couldn't move, or... he didn't want to move.

"I know what you are afraid of, but Pei Zichen, I am a fortune teller."

She stared into his eyes: "My life and death are not controlled by God, but your life and death, from the moment you summoned me -"

"It's my responsibility."

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The author has something to say: Here I come!

Our little Pei is still young now, and if he loses control of his life, he will soon become the young father of the teacher's wife~~~~