Chapter 218 Noble Lady from a Clan VS Humble Remnant Slave 20

After sending Jiang Qi away, Jiang Zhiyi went to another cell where she was being held.

Nine Slashes and Seven Demons were leaning against each other, fast asleep on the straw in the corner.

She used her spiritual power to wake them all up. "I'll let you out. Your young master has already escaped. It's not too late to chase after him."

After doing all this, Jiang Zhiyi stood guard near the dark prison to ensure that no one would discover anything unusual for the time being, giving them ample time to escape.

She leaned against the corner of the wall, lost in thought, counting the stars in the sky.

Now that Jiang Qi has truly left, things have come to this point by accident, perfectly fitting the needs of the plot. However, she still needs to carefully consider what she should do next.

It wasn't until late at night that Jiang Zhiyi leisurely returned to her palace.

The next morning.

Jiang Zhiyi had just woken up when her maid told her that Jiang Changyun was waiting for her in the palace.

"Father, why did you come so early?" Jiang Zhiyi was a little flustered.

Could he be here to settle scores with me?

She kept what happened last night very secret; it shouldn't be discovered so quickly.

Even if she were discovered, she could simply deny it. Jiang Changyun would at most reprimand her a few times, but he certainly wouldn't do anything to her.

"Sit down." Jiang Changyun gestured for her to sit down to the side.

He glanced at her a few times, then continued sipping his hot tea.

After all, she was his own daughter. Jiang Changyun could tell at a glance that she had done something wrong, and he felt very guilty.

But so be it, this is exactly what he wanted.

This would both separate her from Jiang Qi and allow them to secretly test whether there were any other remnants of the Rising Sun Palace remaining, so as to lure them out. It was a win-win situation.

"What's wrong? Can't your father even come to see you?" Jiang Changyun tapped her head.

Jiang Zhiyi smiled sweetly and said, "If I had known that Father wanted to see me, I would have gotten up earlier and gone by myself, so that Father wouldn't have to make the trip."

“If you get up early, go cultivate. Most of the disciples have gone to practice in the morning, and you're still sleeping.” Jiang Changyun wasn't buying it.

"Hmph," she responded with a disgruntled hum.

Jiang Changyun affectionately patted her head, "I heard from your senior brother that you and Feng Qin from the Changsheng Sect are getting along quite well?"

Jiang Zhiyi nodded and praised Feng Qin a few more times.

“Actually, you two have been betrothed since childhood. If you really like him, you can arrange the marriage.” Jiang Changyun said in a consultative tone.

Jiang Zhiyi naturally refused, "Father, I don't want to get married. I want to stay in the Floating Cloud Sect so I can stay by your side. Why are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Are you tired of me?"

Jiang Changyun said with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense. Father was just asking casually. Since you don't want to right now, let's talk about it later."

"Mm." Jiang Zhiyi lowered her head and drank her tea.

She changed the subject, telling amusing stories that made Jiang Changyun very happy. Until Jiang Changyun left, he didn't mention a single word about Jiang Qi.

...

Six months later.

Jiang Qi was in a bamboo hut, and he had been living a relatively peaceful life for the past six months. He had originally thought that Jiang Changyun would send people to hunt him down, but no one from the Floating Cloud Sect came looking for him.

However, it seemed that his story had spread, and many of his former subordinates from the Rising Sun Palace were searching for him. To avoid them, he hid in the mountains.

"Master, someone just came." Seven Demons came in carrying an envelope with its saliva still on it.

"Go out." Jiang Qi took the letter with a puzzled look.

Since escaping that time, Qi Yao and Jiu Zhan have followed him. However, he has no intention of getting involved with the Sunrise Palace, so he forbids them from calling him Young Palace Master and makes them call him Master instead.

Jiang Qi opened the letter. There were a few lines of messy writing on it. He recognized it as Jiang Zhiyi's handwriting. There was also a drawing she had made on it. It was a special mark that only the two of them knew.

He was somewhat stunned.

He read the letter carefully several times; it turned out to be a farewell letter.

The letter said that she would marry Feng Qin next year, and that they would have no further relationship afterward, and that they should take care of themselves.

Jiang Qi gripped the letter so tightly that his hand turned white.

No, he has to see her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Qi headed alone to the Floating Cloud Sect, sword in hand.

She must have suffered some injustice, or someone was forcing her to do this.

The letter was burned to ashes, which scattered in the air and emitted a faint fragrance.

...

Fuyun Mountain.

Jiang Zhiyi was waiting at the mountain gate with her men.

[Master, keep it up! Everything is going according to plan.] Tuan Tuan could tell that she seemed a little distracted.

"Yes, I know what to do... Are you sure he won't die?" she couldn't help but ask.

Don't worry, it won't happen.

Tuan Tuan has been reinstated a few days ago, so they spent some time reviewing the current plot.

Although Jiang Qi has been focusing on cultivation these days, he has managed to suppress Yao Chen's cultivation level.

Today was a trap they deliberately set to lure Jiang Qi here, cripple him, and force him to accept the powerful force sealed within his body.

At the same time, this would also make Jiang Qi hate the Floating Cloud Sect to the core.

Jiang Qi rode his sword to the mountain gate, his body still covered in water mist, his clothes half-wet.

He was about to step forward when he was surrounded by people.

Without saying much, those people immediately started to take action.

Jiang Qi smelled a strange fragrance on them, somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

For some reason, he suddenly began to lack spiritual power and could not even hold his sword.

Soon, Jiang Qi collapsed in the foul-smelling ditch, barely alive.

He vaguely heard whispers and asked, "What do you want?"

Jiang Qi struggled to get up, but was stepped on and pushed into the sewage.

He opened his eyes despite the pain and saw a familiar figure; it was Jiang Zhiyi stepping on his head.

Why? Why did you do this to him?

He was speechless, his eyes filled with accusation and grievance.

"Jiang Qi, don't blame me. I'm getting married, and I don't want anyone to know about us. But as long as you live, there's a risk of it being exposed, so I've been hesitating. If you hadn't come to me today, I wouldn't have killed you. But since you came, I can't let you go..."

Jiang Qi's eyes reddened; he hadn't expected her to be so cruel. Every wound on his body ached terribly, but that was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

It's like a big tree that's grown in your heart being suddenly uprooted, its dense roots stained with blood.

He wanted to say something, but she didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

The spiritual energy transformed into a blade, slashing straight at his body.

His meridians were completely severed, and all his spiritual energy was forcibly drained.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

"Just throw him down." Her indifference made it seem as if she were simply telling people to throw away a piece of rotten wood.

Those people obeyed the orders and carried the motionless Jiang Qi slowly closer to the cliff.

The mountain gate here is near the precipice of Fuyun Mountain, below which is a bottomless abyss. Even a powerful cultivator would likely perish if they fell in.

"Jiang Qi, don't be a good-for-nothing in your next life."

This was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

Jiang Qi chuckled softly, but only he could hear it, and it was strangely eerie.

All the tender love of the past seemed to have turned into deep misunderstanding and hatred at this moment.

He won't die; he'll come back for her.

He won't let her go.