Chapter 27 Giving Him a Ring As if possessed by some infernal force, he placed the ring on his ring finger...

Mother Shen Qingli took Shen Wenji's hand, patted it gently in a soothing manner, and said slowly, "This is fate, it's not your fault."

“But…” Shen Wenji wanted to speak.

Her mother, Shen Qingli, spoke before she could, "If it were truly important, I wouldn't have given it to you so carelessly. Everything depends on fate. Perhaps losing it would be a good thing for our Hehuan Sect. You must not blame yourself."

Shen Wenji frowned and asked, "If we can't hand it over, what should we do after half an incense stick of time?"

"We'll sort things out when the time comes." Shen Qingli took a sip of tea, her expression calm and composed. "Just tell them the truth. The things aren't in the Hehuan Sect, so we can't give them away even if we want to. As for whether they believe it or not, whether to fight or make peace..."

She put down the teacup, her eyes frank: "This is not something we can decide."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xuemian, who was sitting quietly beside him, turned pale as a sheet of paper. She suddenly stood up and without thinking, she fell heavily to her knees with a thud.

She didn't dare raise her eyes to look at Shen Qingli, who was sitting in the main seat. Her voice was choked and broken, with a slight tremor: "This disciple deserves death. I violated the sect's rules and trusted the treacherous and treacherous people, which put the master in danger. This disciple is willing to accept any punishment, and only asks Master... please don't expel me from the Hehuan Sect."

The last word was uttered with tears.

"Senior Sister! Your health is in danger, get up quickly." Shen Wenji was anxious and reached out to help.

Jiang Xuemian shook her head stubbornly, tears falling to the ground: "Master has not given my permission, so I dare not get up."

Shen Wenji hurriedly looked at his mother and pleaded earnestly, "Senior Sister is not in a good condition to kneel for a long time now. Please show some mercy, mother."

"You weren't so pampered when you were in the sect. After being out for a few days, you can't even kneel down?" Shen Qingli snorted coldly, turned her head away, and no longer looked at her senior sister on the ground.

"Senior sister, she..." Shen Wenji wanted to tell her senior sister that she was pregnant, but she was afraid of bringing bad luck to her mother, so she opened her mouth but swallowed the words back.

Jiang Xuemian seemed to see through her concerns and spoke resolutely, "My disciple has committed a serious crime. He committed adultery with a demon and conceived a child. I will not tolerate this evil. When I return to the sect, I will go to the Criminal Law Hall to receive the punishment of being sliced ​​into pieces."

After she finished speaking, she leaned over and banged her forehead heavily on the cold floor, making a dull sound.

Hearing this, Shen Qingli turned her head abruptly, stared at Jiang Xuemian, and asked angrily: "Are you pregnant?"

"Yes..." Jiang Xuemian's voice was almost inaudible.

The expected thunderous wrath did not come. Shen Qingli suddenly stood up and pulled Jiang Xuemian up from the ground. Her eyes were filled not with rebuke but with deep worry: "Are you... still concerned about him?"

Her voice was tense. "If you still have a trace of affection for me, I will definitely bring him here, even if I have to tie him up. I will bring him here in a sedan chair carried by eight men, with three matchmakers and six betrothals, and have him marry you in a grand ceremony."

"No." Jiang Xuemian said firmly, the last trace of confusion in his eyes burned away by hatred. "Everything in the past was just a deception he carefully wove. I have long since given up hope, and all that remains is... a grudge."

She took a deep breath and said in a resounding voice, "Master, don't worry. Today, I will end all ties with him."

Before half a stick of incense had burned out, the demons had already rushed into the inner room impatiently.

The Demon Saint strolled up to him leisurely, with a false smile on his lips, and waved his hand gently.

Two demon guards roughly dragged a lame man forward and threw him to the ground like a sack.

The man was Chen Yousi. He struggled to escape, but was kicked to the ground by the Demon Saint.

"Puff--" Blood spurted out of Chen Yousi's mouth. He curled up on the ground, twitching in pain.

Shen Wenji was shocked. Aren't Chen Yousi and Shengzi brothers? Could it be a quarrel between brothers?

She forced herself to remain calm, cleared her throat, and asked, "What is the meaning of this, Holy Son?"

But the Demon Saint was still pretending, his gloomy eyes slightly curved, and he apologized softly, "I'm sorry for disturbing you all."

He lowered his eyes to glare at Chen Yousi, who lay like a mess on the ground, and spoke with a tone as dismissive as a whisk: "When my father learned that our plan had failed, he was furious. He ordered me to do with this useless brother... as I please."

"But I remember my sister-in-law seems to be here too." His eyebrows curved, and a smile rippled on the corners of his mouth: "My brother said that you two are deeply in love. You will definitely save him from danger."

"I've been thinking about it, and I'm deeply moved by your love story. Your sister-in-law is the Young Master of the Hehuan Sect, right?" He spread his hands in a magnanimous manner, "If you voluntarily hand over the Hehuan Sect's sacred object, not only will everyone in the Hehuan Sect be able to leave, but I can also use this opportunity to plead for my brother and ask our father to spare his life."

The Holy Son cast a somewhat cold gaze upon Jiang Xuemian, and spoke with a bewitching coldness: "My dear sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Perhaps because they knew that Shen Qingli, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, would not be moved by any persuasion, they changed their target this time.

Chen Yousi seemed to be grasping at the last straw, desperately crawling towards Jiang Xuemian, his blood-stained hands tightly hugging her embroidered shoes, tears streaming down his face, his voice gentle but sickening: "Mianmian, we swore to be together forever, save me! Only you can save me..."

Jiang Xuemian kicked him in disgust, stepped on his fingers with her embroidered shoes without any hesitation, and said coldly: "I have nothing to do with you anymore, don't touch me with your dirty hands."

"Mianmian, you...you can't do this. I am the father of the child in your belly. You don't want the child to be without a father, right? You must save me!" The man seemed to be unable to feel the pain at his fingertips. He raised his eyes crazily and looked at her affectionately.

She stomped her feet hard, the soles of her shoes crushing his fingers, and only let go when she heard the man's heart-wrenching screams.

She took out a thin piece of red paper from her arms. This was the marriage certificate that Chen Yousi wrote for her on the day of their wedding.

She once treasured every word and sentence, but now only felt like bitter irony.

With an expressionless face, she crumpled the red paper that held everything into a ball, and then tore it into pieces bit by bit.

Confetti flew all over the sky, landing on Chen Yousi's desperate face.

Jiang Xuemian said calmly, "From now on, the love we once had as husband and wife no longer exists. You and I are like strangers."

"Get away from me and stop disgusting me. I'll beat you up every time I see you next time."

Shen Qingli's cold gaze swept over Chen Yousi, who lay like a pile of mud on the ground. For the first time, she looked squarely at the scum who had deceived her beloved disciple. He was plain-looking, disabled, and a complete loser. Who knew what kind of magic potion he had fed Xue Mian?

Suddenly, she was burning with anger. She raised her finger and flicked it lightly. A stream of condensed spiritual power silently, accurately and ruthlessly attacked between Chen Yousi's legs.

A howl a hundred times more brutal than the one just now tore through the air. Chen Yousi instantly curled up like a shrimp, with cold sweat mixed with blood rolling down his face.

Shen Qingli gave Shen Wenji a wink, and Shen Wenji understood. He gathered his strength and kicked Chen Yousi in the abdomen without mercy.

"Bang!" Chen Yousi was kicked out like a rag bag, and hit the wall five meters away heavily, and completely fainted.

Shen Qingli then slowly turned to the Demon Saint, whose expression changed slightly, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of her lips: "Okay, now it's your turn to take care of your family affairs. Please do as you please. Whether this loser lives or dies is up to you."

"As for the He Huan Sect's sacred artifact you're looking for, to be honest, half of it has already been lost." Shen Qingli lied calmly, "As you know, there are already dissents within the Demon Clan, and a traitor has already stolen the essence of the sacred artifact."

A gleam flashed in the Son's eyes, and he smiled with a fake smile: "Why should I believe you?"

"How about this?" Shen Qingli's aura suddenly increased, and he left no room for doubt. "I will give you the remaining half of the holy object, on the condition that you let us go immediately. Tomorrow at noon, you will come to the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate to collect it."

"What if I say no?" The Son of God's smile turned cold.

"That's easy." Shen Qingli's spiritual power was surging around him, and the pressure of his fusion stage cultivation swept over him.

"My cultivation is not for show. The disciples of the Hehuan Sect must have surrounded the Worry-Free Inn by now."

Shen Qingli smiled fearlessly: "At worst, we will both die together."

"You're not the only son of the Demon Lord, are you?" She glanced at the Holy Son meaningfully. "If all these elite soldiers of yours were to die here, how long can you retain your position as Holy Son?"

The air was dead silent.

The Demon Saint's face was gloomy and he was silent for a long time. Finally, he slowly raised his hand and waved it, and a large number of demon guards slowly withdrew.

He put on his harmless mask again and extended his hand to Shen Qingli: "I hope that Sect Master Shen...will keep his word and we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Shen Qingli glanced at the hand, motionless, with an indifferent look.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence. Shen Wenji knew his mother's thoughts well; she probably thought shaking hands with the demons was bad luck. But seeing the Saint Son's hypocritical smile growing increasingly stiff, almost crumbling, he feared he might regret it and refused to let the Hehuan Sect members leave.

So, Shen Wenji gritted his teeth, took the initiative to hold the Holy Son's hand, and said, "Please rest assured, Holy Son, the Hehuan Sect's promise is as good as gold."

A hint of surprise appeared on the face of the Son of God, and then his expression relaxed. His dark and deep gaze fell on Shen Wenji, as if he was thinking about something.

Shen Qingli was afraid of exposing something, so she quickly pulled Shen Wenji away. After leaving the door, she muttered: "That Saint Son is not easy to mess with at first glance, stay away from him."

Shen Wenji nodded absentmindedly, but his eyes were eagerly searching for the familiar dark figure in the crowd.

I haven't seen the owner of Zuihua Tower since I entered, and I don't know if anything happened to him.

Shen Qingli wanted to take everyone away quickly, but Shen Wenji declined: "Mother, please go first. I still have some things to do."

Before Shen Qingli could catch her and ask her clearly, she disappeared in a flash.

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Shen Wenji came to the basement where he had chosen the fighting pets before, and saw that the door was open. His heart sank suddenly, and he was afraid that something had happened to the girls.

She walked in quickly and first caught a glimpse of the motionless body of the cloaked man at the door. She had already thought of the worst outcome thousands of times in her mind.

Until I entered the corridor and saw the familiar dark figure at the end.

The owner of Zuihua Tower stood with his back to her, his figure slender and graceful, his fingertips carelessly stroking the tassels on his sword that were stained with a little dark red.

The secret door behind him was wide open and brightly lit.

Several women in coarse cloth were whispering soothing words to a dozen pale-faced girls. A little girl with twin buns cried and burrowed into the arms of a woman dressed in brothel clothes. The woman patted her back, the pearl flowers on her temples swaying gently with her movements.

"Why are you here?" Shen Wenji walked forward quickly, his voice still panting from the rush.

She glanced at the girls who were still in shock but unharmed, and was stunned: "They..."

Xie Yunqing turned around, the dim firelight falling on the corners of his eyes, revealing little emotion. "Hearing you talk about this today, I thought you might not be free." He raised his chin to gesture to the woman with the pearl flower, "Miss Zhou said they wanted to help, too. It's a good opportunity to go along with it."

Miss Zhou stepped forward and bowed gracefully, her smile bright and cheerful. "Thank you both so much for your kindness. Without you, we sisters would never have dared to think of escaping this hell on earth."

Shen Wenji looked at the backs of those people supporting each other and stumbling towards the light, and his throat suddenly tightened.

She originally thought she was late and was filled with anxiety, but she never imagined that he actually took her casual mention to heart and did so thoughtfully.

"I thought..." She sniffed, and when she looked up, she met his gaze. His eyes seemed to be filled with crushed moonlight, softer than usual, yet the moment she looked at him, they quickly regained their usual indifference.

"You think I'm just going to stand by and watch?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone calm as he pulled out a wooden hairpin from his sleeve and handed it to her. "There's a little girl who won't leave. She's clamoring to see you. It seems to be the 29th."

Shen Wenji took the wooden hairpin and asked anxiously, "Where is she now?"

"It's still inside."

Shen Wenji turned around and was about to go in, but his low voice came to his ears: "If you can't handle it, remember to let me know, I can also help you."

She suddenly turned around and met his turned-away face. She whispered, "Thank you."

"Yeah." Xie Yunqing responded muffledly, with a barely noticeable redness on the tips of his ears.

Shen Wenji walked into the dark room, and the little girl No. 29 saw her at a glance. She quickly climbed out of the underground cage and rushed over to hug her.

The little girl choked up, "Big brother said you'd come over soon, but I didn't believe him. I was afraid something had happened to you. I was afraid I'd never see my sister again."

Shen Wenji raised his hand and touched the little girl's head, coaxing her gently: "I'm here, aren't I? How about it, sister didn't break her promise, did she?"

The little girl sniffled and nodded heavily: "Sister, thank you, I will always remember you."

Shen Wenji couldn't help with what happened afterwards. The management ability of the owner of Zuihualou was really not exaggerated. Every step was arranged in an orderly manner. He helped the abducted girls find their families and redeemed and resettled the girls who were bought.

Shen Wenji never expected that the OP could do this just because of his light-hearted verbal cooperation.

She put the spirit stones corresponding to the daily turnover of Zuihualou, which had been agreed upon in advance, into the storage ring, and also bought some spiritual medicines and magic weapons.

"Master Boss." Shen Wenji walked in front of Xie Yunqing holding the brocade box. The smile in his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, so bright that it made people's hearts tremble.

"This is your reward. Thank you very much today." She stuffed the box into his arms.

Xie Yunqing paused, gripping the brocade box. This was... a gift for the owner of Zuihualou? And she was smiling so brightly? His heart inexplicably tightened.

He slowly opened the lid of the box, and inside lay a plain silver ring, simple in design, with a tiny word "藏" engraved on the inside.

Xie Yunqing picked it up gently and stroked the cold silver surface with his fingertips.

This ring was slightly thicker than ordinary ornaments, and felt quite heavy. He tried to probe a bit of spiritual power into it and felt a storage space, which contained the remuneration they had agreed on.

"I will return the storage ring to you after I transport the spirit stones." He raised his eyes, but saw another silver ring of the same style on Shen Wenji's finger. The silver ring made her fingers look even more slender.

So they are wedding rings?

Xie Yunqing's throat moved slightly, and his voice changed: "Perhaps, can you give me the ring..."

"Of course, it was originally for you. Thank you for helping me save those girls." She smiled frankly, her eyes full of sincerity, which made Xie Yunqing swallow the words on his lips.

He curled his fingertips slightly, and as if possessed, he put the ring on his ring finger. The size was just right.

The cold silver ring pressed against the skin, like leaving a unique mark.

"It's quite suitable." He looked away, but a hint of warmth spread to the tip of his ear. He asked casually, "Is this ring just for me?"

He added, his voice strained, trying to conceal the truth, "I never like sharing the same things with others."

“Uh…” Shen Wenji’s eyes drifted away, and he subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Catching her instant evasion, Xie Yunqing's heart sank.

The secret that had just risen up, the expectation that even he himself had not yet fully explored, was suddenly frozen as if it were drenched in cold water.

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The author has something to say: Xiao Xie: Do I have this ring alone, or do all my other brothers have it? If others have it, I won’t want it:([burst crying][burst crying][burst crying]

After mumbling a lot, he finally accepted the ring obediently. There was nothing he could do about it because Xiao Xie was just so stubborn.

Susu: Huh? The storage ring shouldn't be anything...

Xiao Xie: That's my fault. My heart is colder than the ice chips in the coldest days of winter...

[Quoting Lin Daiyu's famous saying, ooc apologizes]

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