Chapter 90 The Virtuous Husband

The next day, before Qin Wuyan could actually kill Zhang Xiaofan, he received news that Zhang Xiaofan had been killed by the Qingyun Sect.

It turns out that yesterday, the Ghost King first sent Qinglong and Youji with a group of people to Qingyun Sect to secretly help Cangsong. The two hid in the shadows and witnessed an internal strife in Qingyun Sect.

Cangsong had been colluding with various factions of the Demonic Sect for years, all for the sake of killing Daoxuan at the crucial moment and avenging Wan Jianyi. Unexpectedly, this uncovered the truth behind the massacre of Grass Temple Village years ago. Upon learning this, Zhang Xiaofan was consumed by inner demons in the main hall of Tongtian Peak and went mad on the spot. Furthermore, Cangsong seized the opportunity to join forces with other factions to attack Qingyun Sect. At the critical moment, Daoxuan activated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, mercilessly killing Zhang Xiaofan as well.

Qin Wuyan told Biyao all the news he had heard, but she didn't react much. She remained calm and even sat at the table leisurely drinking tea.

"Biyao?" Qin Wuyan was very surprised: "Did you hear what I just said?"

Biyao took a sip of tea and said, "I heard that Cangsong betrayed us, there's internal strife within the Qingyun Sect, and Zhang Xiaofan is dead. Anything else?"

Qin Wuyan was stunned. She was so calm when she heard that Zhang Xiaofan was dead? She was as calm as a pebble thrown into the sea, without making a ripple.

But he was a smart man, and he quickly remembered the dream she had mentioned before, and couldn't help but ask, "Judging from your expression, did you already know all this in your dream?"

Biyao nodded: "You're not so stupid after all!"

Qin Wuyan became increasingly curious: "What else happened in the dream? You said he killed you, was it because of the internal strife in the Qingyun Sect?"

Biyao had always known he was clever, but she hadn't expected him to connect the dots so quickly. She definitely couldn't tell him she died protecting Zhang Xiaofan from a sword, otherwise he'd be incredibly jealous and furious, and might even impulsively go and grind Zhang Xiaofan's body to dust...

Thinking of this, Biyao couldn't help but shudder and hurriedly said, "In the dream, it was indeed because of the internal strife in the Qingyun Sect. My father led people to attack the Qingyun Sect, and I went too. The Zhuxian Sword Formation was incredibly powerful, and I accidentally... died inside it."

Qin Wuyan's brows furrowed like a small, arched mountain: "And what about me? I didn't even save you?"

That doesn't make sense... If she went to Qingyun Sect, he would basically follow her secretly, but he didn't save her?

That's really unreasonable...

The self-proclaimed brilliant Poison Prince quickly filled in the blanks in his mind again. If what she was saying was a dream, then perhaps…

His eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Or are you saying you didn't dream about me at all?"

"Pfft..." Biyao was drinking tea when she was startled by his words and choked, spraying tea all over Qin Wuyan's face!

She felt both annoyed and amused: "Qin Wuyan, I just said you were smart! How come you're so confused now? I said before that you saved me later! But not from the Immortal Execution Sword, that Immortal Execution Sword Formation is extremely powerful."

Even my father couldn't stop it, how could you have saved me in time? It was only because I still had a sliver of my soul left that you tirelessly searched for me for over ten years, finally managing to wake me up. Not long after, I realized it was just a dream. You know what happened after I woke up.”

Qin Wuyan silently took out a handkerchief, wiped his face clean, and replied with a single word: "Oh..."

Oh my god!

Biyao rolled her eyes. What was with his reaction?

Don't you believe me?

"I believe you!"

Qin Wuyan said, "I believe you wouldn't lie, but... I just feel like something's off. I'm not doubting you. You know, I grew up in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, where disciples are constantly scheming against each other, so I always have an intuition that's beyond what ordinary people can predict. And my intuition tells me that what you just said is probably true, but you're hiding something else."

Biyao panicked for a moment, her smile stiffening: "Where is it?..."

She immediately put on a stern face again: "What could I possibly hide from you? Qin Wuyan, don't be so petty! You are now in my Ghost King Sect, not in your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect where everyone is full of scheming and plotting!"

Seeing that she was a little angry, Qin Wuyan stopped pressing the topic and laughed, "Alright, alright, I was overthinking it! Can you tell me more about what else happened in your dream?"

Biyao naturally wouldn't tell him the truth. She simply said that when her father resurrected the Beast God at Mingling Peak, he gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to awaken her. Unfortunately, the Qingyun, Fenxiang, and Tianyin sects then besieged the Ghost King Sect, and the Ghost King died in that great battle.

Qin Wuyan listened with a mixture of belief and doubt. Everything she said seemed flawless, yet he still harbored a sliver of suspicion. However, he knew that if he pressed her further, he wouldn't be able to go back to his room to sleep that night.

Afterwards, a disciple from the sect reported that the Ghost King had finished healing Qinglong and Youji, and Biyao and Qin Wuyan naturally went to visit them.

Upon arriving at Crimson Butterfly Valley, Youji had only minor external injuries, which had already been bandaged. Qinglong, on the other hand, had more serious external injuries, so as soon as the two entered, they saw him sitting upright with his upper body bare, being treated by several disciples of the Medicine Valley.

He was slashed several times in the front and back. Although no vital organs were injured, the wounds were deep enough to reach his bones and muscles, and he would need to recover for quite some time.

Seeing his numerous wounds, Qin Wuyan handed the medicine he had brought to the disciples: "I brought several bottles of the best Golden Wound Pills, you can use these!"

Qinglong laughed, "Wuyan, you really are the best to me! Unlike Biyao, I was injured and you only came to see me now!"

He looked at Biyao and saw her standing there lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking. He couldn't help but suppress his smile and asked Qin Wuyan in a low voice, "What's wrong with her? Is she sad because of Zhang Xiaofan?"

"No!" Qin Wuyan firmly and confidently denied Qinglong's guess.

But Biyao acted as if she hadn't heard them at all. He waved his hand in front of her eyes and asked, "Biyao? What are you thinking about?"

Biyao finally came to her senses, her face pale as she looked at Qinglong and asked, "Brother Qinglong, your injury..."

She was stunned because she saw not only bright red flesh and blood at the wound of the Azure Dragon, but also wisps of black energy emerging from it.

But it seems like no one else can see it?

She remembered that when she stabbed Zhang Xiaofan in the chest with her sword, black smoke also emerged from his wound.

Judging from Qinglong's appearance, he doesn't seem to have any memories of the illusion. Therefore, he should still belong to this illusion.

The mountain demon had previously stated that within the illusion of the Six-Star Reincarnation Disc, her every word and action either increased her divine power or her magical power. Could it be...?

Her complexion grew increasingly worse.

Qinglong assumed Biyao was worried about him, so he smiled and said frankly, "Hey! It's not a big injury! It's nothing! I've been really busy lately, and now the sect leader can't stop me from resting!"

Biyao snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile. "Then, Brother Qinglong, you should rest well these days! You can also tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have someone make it for you!"

Qinglong laughed, "I almost thought you were going to say, 'You make it for me!' Hahaha!"

Biyao smiled and said, "If you really want to eat the food I cook for you, that's not impossible!"

Qinglong hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no!!! Your cooking skills, cough cough... forget it!"

This girl had never lifted a finger in the kitchen since she was a child. He still remembers the time when she was twelve years old and suddenly decided to learn to cook, which resulted in her blowing up the kitchen.

Before eating her cooking, you have to take a few antidote pills.

Biyao retorted, "Who said that?! Times have changed! Who do you think you are?! Today I'll prepare a feast for you all to enjoy!"

After saying that, she turned and headed towards the kitchen in Red Butterfly Valley.

Her cooking skills used to be truly terrible. When she was twelve, she was so excited to learn how to cook that she not only burned down the kitchen, but also fed the dog the food she made, which the dog wouldn't eat.

She secretly vowed to herself that she would rather starve to death than cook for herself!

However, things were quite different during the years she spent as Qin Wuyan's apprentice. At first, she particularly hated and was terrified of things like fire, pots, and stoves, but Qin Wuyan was extremely patient at the time, coaxing her little by little to learn. Under his careful guidance, she finally overcame her psychological barrier and cheered like a bird when she successfully refined a small pill.

After that, she no longer resisted things like cooking over a fire and making medicine and poison, and even found some enjoyment in them.

Moreover, Qin Wuyan was exceptionally intelligent and had his own set of methods for alchemy. She learned so much from him: whether to cut, grind, or crush different medicinal herbs; how to measure one ounce or two qian (a unit of weight) of various herbs; how to combine the medicinal properties of herbs; how to control the heat during alchemy, and so on. In essence, it's exactly the same as cooking.

So, when she was bored at that time, she would occasionally try cooking with Su Zhenzhen. She wouldn't dare say that what she made was the most delicious food in the world, but it was at least palatable.

Seeing that she had actually gone to the kitchen, Qinglong was on high alert and hurriedly said to Qin Wuyan, "Hurry up and follow her! What if she burns the kitchen down again?"

Qin Wuyan quickly followed, only to see Biyao enter the kitchen and actually start preparing to cook a meal in a very professional manner!

“Biyao…” Qin Wuyan said cautiously, “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to force yourself. I’ll do it!”

"No need!" Biyao said firmly, "You can help me from the side! Bring me that pot, I need to wash this piece of meat first!"

She started directing Qin Wuyan: "Get me the strainer and ladle over there!"

"I need to marinate the meat for a while. Could you pass me some salt, please?"

"..."

Qin Wuyan was greatly shocked. He had always known that Biyao couldn't cook! In fact, she probably didn't even know how to cut vegetables or how to cook a fire.

But the person in front of me was very familiar with all the utensils in the kitchen. He knew exactly how to wash the vegetables and how to cut the meat. He was already very skilled and adept at it.

What surprised him even more was that he suddenly realized that her various techniques, such as starting a fire, using a knife, and weighing vegetables, were actually very similar to his.

He was both shocked and confused, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by Biyao's scream of "Ah!"

Qin Wuyan rushed over; she had accidentally cut her left hand fingers while chopping vegetables.

Without saying a word, he immediately pulled her aside, took out some wound medicine and applied it, not forgetting to ask, "Does it hurt?"

Biyao gently shook her head, her delicate brows furrowed, and she looked worriedly at the finger she had injured.

Actually, she deliberately injured herself to see if anything new would happen.

This time, she saw that not only blood was flowing from the wound, but also wisps of black smoke.

Qin Wuyan, of course, couldn't see it and was still carefully applying medicine to her.

Biyao was filled with surprise and doubt. Could it mean that... the magic power in this illusion had unknowingly increased?

The mandrill said that evil thoughts lead to increased magic power. Could it be because she did something she shouldn't have done or said something she shouldn't have said?

But since she entered the illusion yesterday, she has basically not done anything on her own initiative.

After much thought, she could only attribute it to the resentment that welled up in her heart when she inexplicably thought of Zhang Xiaofan yesterday.

Actually, she also found it strange. Although she had long since become indifferent to the past related to Zhang Xiaofan after his death, she kept thinking about him yesterday.

"Biyao?" Qin Wuyan finished treating her wounds and saw her lost in thought again, which made him even more puzzled. "What's wrong with you now?"

"It's nothing!" Biyao slowly shook her head, but she couldn't hide the heavy-hearted look on her face.

She stared at Qin Wuyan and suddenly said, "Wuyan! If... if one day I had to kill you, what would you do?"

Qin Wuyan was startled: "Why?"

Biyao said softly, "I am a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. If one day you do something to wrong me, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"

Qin Wuyan suddenly laughed: "If I have truly done something to wrong you, then go ahead and kill me! Don't worry, I will have no complaints. However..."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness: "How could I possibly do anything to betray you? I swore to your father that I would protect you for the rest of my life!"

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "But your idea also makes sense. There is really no one in this world who can be trusted forever. Biyao, if that day ever comes, you won't even need to lift a finger. I will commit suicide in front of you to atone for my sins!"

Biyao's eyes were filled with sorrow, as if her heart was bleeding.

Qin Wuyan, why bother?

Why would you go to such lengths for me?

Her eyes were misty with tears as she gently bit her lip and said, "What if... I misunderstood you and thought you did something to wrong me, and I... I killed you without asking any questions? Would you hate me?"

Although he had many doubts he wanted to clarify, seeing her slightly red and tearful eyes, Qin Wuyan ultimately suppressed his questions and smiled gently.

"You're already dead, why worry about whether I'll hate you? If you're worried that I'll haunt you as a ghost after you kill me, that's possible. But I've done so many heinous things, I'll die a horrible death sooner or later! If I can die by your hand in the end, I'll think it's worth it! Why would I hate you?"

"No……"

Biyao suddenly leaned into his arms, choking back tears, and said, "Wuyan, I was just joking! How could I possibly kill you! Absolutely not..."

Asking her to kill him was harder than climbing to heaven.

She simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

Biyao's promise to cook this meal ultimately failed because her finger was injured, and Qin Wuyan forbade her to move it again.

However, how could Qin Wuyan let go of such a great opportunity to show off his virtuous husband qualities, being both elegant in public and capable in the kitchen?

He asked Biyao what she wanted to eat, considered what Qinglong could and couldn't eat, and then busied himself in the kitchen.

Qin Wuyan found it strange. In fact, apart from cooking a few meals in Chongqing, he hadn't cooked much since. But today, taking up the ladle again, he felt completely at ease.

In particular, when he was preparing to make osmanthus cake, even though it was his first time making such a thing, why did he do it so skillfully?

Two hours later, Qinglong enjoyed a delicious and visually appealing meal, his mouth watering. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Wuyan, Wuyan! Have I been unkind to you? I've known you for so many years, and I never knew you had such excellent cooking skills!"

Qin Wuyan laughed and said, "I learned these skills when I was working under the old city lord of Yudu. Later, after returning to the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, I was too busy with affairs to cook for myself. If you like it, please visit Biyao and me more often!"

Qinglong laughed loudly, "Alright! You said it! From now on, I'll come to your place for meals every day! You can't say I'm freeloading!"

Biyao chuckled: "Brother Qinglong, you don't have to pay for the meal, but if you come to eat every meal, I'm afraid I'll eat myself into poverty! Let me make it clear, I haven't saved any money, it's all managed by my father! If you really want to eat something good, shouldn't you talk to my father and ask him to give me more money?"

Qinglong said, "That's not right, Biyao! How could you be short of money? Didn't you see when you got married? Your father sent all the gifts he received to you. And the dowry he prepared for you, those chests full of gold and silver jewelry, wasn't that enough for you?"

“?” Biyao was stunned. She had disappeared after the wedding and returned to this world. How could she have the mind to care about her dowry?

Qin Wuyan said seriously, "Biyao, what Brother Qinglong said is true! As for money... unless you're going to gamble it away, you really won't have to worry about food, clothing, and daily necessities for the rest of your life."

Biyao was at a loss for words, unsure whether to be happy or sad. Everything in this illusion was just too wonderful!

How could she bear to part with that?

She gave an awkward smile, then silently buried her head in her food, listening to Qin Wuyan and Qinglong joking and laughing with each other. She maintained a smile on her face, but felt even more sorrowful inside.

What should she do?

Can't we just stay here forever?

In the end, an unbelievable thought even crossed her mind: even if she broke free of the illusion, she would still be trapped inside the Six-Star Reincarnation Disc, utterly lifeless. Since death was inevitable anyway, might as well... just die here?