Chapter 34: Mirror Flower, Water Moon, He said he liked me because he was possessed...

After returning to the Hehuan Sect, the first thing Shen Wenji did was to close the door of the meeting hall and concentrate on studying the improved version of the Hehuan Sect's martial arts secret book that Xie Yunqing gave her.

As everyone knows, the secret method of the Hehuan Sect usually uses the method of enchanting the minds of monks and manipulating their physical behavior, so as to achieve the purpose of plundering their Yuan Yin or Yuan Yang. This method is one-sided exploitation, so it is criticized by people of the righteous path.

Today's improved methods are no longer limited to Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang, and the core concept has also changed from collecting, replenishing and plundering to the symbiosis of Yin and Yang.

Through the art of spiritual power circulating in the Yin and Yang, both parties participate equally, share risks, and share gains, which is equivalent to an improved version of the dual cultivation technique.

Two people who are not Taoist partners can also use this method to achieve pure spiritual fusion and improvement.

The secret manual even mentions a backlash insurance mechanism. If one party forcibly interrupts or harbors evil intentions, it will trigger the reverse flow of yin and yang, and one's own spiritual power will recoil.

Based on this technique, a five-element spiritual power sharing technique was also developed, which means that people with a single spiritual root can also unleash explosive damage from the superposition of different elements.

After reading the whole article, Shen Wenji was filled with admiration.

The master's title of Zuihualou was indeed not an idle boast.

She suppressed her excited emotions, combined her own understanding, and wrote down her insights.

As the new leader of the Hehuan Sect, she felt obligated to test the law herself.

Sitting cross-legged, she guided the spiritual energy within her body through the new formula. Spiritual energy flowed through her body like a trickle, filling her meridians. The bottleneck in her cultivation that had plagued her for so long actually showed signs of loosening.

After completing several cycles of circulation, Shen Wenji suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with brilliance. Far from feeling tired at all, he felt full of energy, as if he had endless strength.

Shen Wenji flipped through the secret book with joy. It was just a simple draft, and there was no one practicing with her, but the improvement was so significant. This shows how mysterious this technique is.

She practiced so much that she forgot about time. When she realized it, night had fallen and the moonlight was like a silver thread, pouring into the inner courtyard of the meeting hall.

Shen Wenji planned to use swordplay to circulate and absorb the spiritual energy in her body. She was wearing a blue-purple dress, which did not restrict her movements, allowing her to move flexibly. The long sword in her hand hummed and trembled, and the blade glowed coldly in the moonlight.

She tapped her toes lightly, and the sword's momentum was a little sluggish at first. As the sword moves became faster, she turned her wrist and the sword's momentum suddenly became sharper.

The spiritual power of the early stage of the golden elixir is flowing in the meridians. It has condensed and has the potential to break through the barriers.

Suddenly, she swung her sword diagonally, with the tip pointing straight to the sky. The golden elixir in her dantian trembled violently, as if thunder had exploded in her body.

The violent spiritual power instantly broke through the barrier. She put away her sword and stood still, her breath returning to a long and steady state.

The middle stage of the Golden Elixir, it’s done.

There was a faint voice outside the meeting hall. Shen Wenji raised his hand and waved lightly, and the door opened in response.

Outside the door stood several disciples dressed in the sect's attire, their expressions showing a hint of hesitation as if they were startled. When they saw Shen Wenji inside, they quickly suppressed their expressions and bowed.

"Just now, the spiritual energy around the meeting hall was fluctuating unusually. Elder Zhang was worried about something unusual, so he ordered the disciples to come and check it out." The leading disciple spoke respectfully.

Shen Wenji put away his sword, his eyes fell on the disciples, and he said calmly: "It's okay, it's my breakthrough that disturbed everyone. I will explain to Elder Zhang later."

As soon as the words fell, the people outside were startled, and then a look of surprise and awe welled up on their faces. The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it was to break through. How many people wasted years and struggled to even build a foundation, let alone break through to the realm of Jindan cultivators.

Amidst the disciples' uniform congratulations, Shen Wenji left the meeting hall and went to look for Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang was standing outside the retreat stone chamber of Sect Master Shen Qingli at this moment, his expression looking solemn. Seeing Shen Wenji coming, he quickly grabbed her hand and asked, "Little Wenji, have you seen your mother?"

Shen Wenji shook his head, his heart skipping a beat: "What do you want to do with your mother? Is she missing?"

He had just brought his senior sister back and given them what he had promised the demons. Could it be that the demons had broken their promise and kidnapped the leader of the Hehuan Sect?

Elder Zhang also looked quite worried. She tried to remain calm and said, "I received your letter and hurried back to the sect from my travels. I just arrived today and wanted to discuss the losses within the sect with the sect master and learn about the specific situation."

"The disciples said that the sect master is still in seclusion today, but I have been waiting here for half a day and have not sensed any spiritual energy fluctuations from the retreat." Elder Zhang said anxiously, "This retreat is only authorized to be opened by the successive sect masters."

She looked at Shen Wenji and said in a heavy tone, "Maybe you need to try to open the retreat formation."

Shen Wenji nodded, and after learning a few mantras from Elder Zhang, the door to the retreat opened. After a careful inspection, he found that there was no one inside.

The two men's expressions suddenly changed. Shen Wenji was furious and almost wanted to immediately pick up his sword and rush to the demon clan's lair to ask them for an explanation.

At this moment, a stream of light fell to the ground, and Shen Qingli came gracefully. She looked at the two people who were facing a great enemy in surprise and asked, "What are you doing...?"

"Mother." Shen Wenji was surprised and happy. "Where have you been? We were so worried."

"With my level of cultivation, why should I worry?" Shen Qingli smiled helplessly, "Didn't you say that the owner of Zuihua Tower is your friend and has helped Hehuan Sect a lot this time? I've prepared some small gifts and will go to thank you in person."

Shen Wenji: “?”

She asked in confusion, "It's such a small matter, I can do it or send someone to do it, why do you have to do it yourself..."

Elder Zhang saw through Shen Qingli's ill intentions and teased, "I think you have other intentions. You're attracted by the broad shoulders and narrow waist of the host and his profound cultivation, and you're planning to win him over to be your son-in-law, right?"

Shen Wenji was stunned: "Ah? That can't be..."

Shen Qingli didn't care. She nodded in agreement and looked at her daughter with a burning gaze: "Yes, don't you like people you know? Isn't this host your friend? Why not give it a try?"

Shen Wenji was stunned: "..."

Seeing that she didn't react, Shen Qingli poked Elder Zhang with her elbow.

Elder Zhang understood and chimed in, "Yes, Wen Ji. There are always better choices out there. You can't just hang yourself on one tree. It's always good to have more options."

"I don't think there's anything special about Xie Yunqing," Shen Qingli brought up the bet. "The seven-day deadline has long passed. You should fulfill your promise and follow your mother's arrangements."

She added rather complacently, "I've already written a letter to the owner of Zuihualou in your tone... well, quite suggestive. Don't worry, if you follow my instructions, this will definitely work."

Shen Wenji's eyes darkened. Her mother really wanted to sell her out.

"Don't worry, mother. I'll explain everything to the host myself." She gritted her teeth and said with a bluff, "Who said I lost the bet? I'm already with Xie Yunqing."

Usually, words that are mixed with truth and falsehood are not easy to be exposed, so she continued: "Xie Yunqing said that he likes me, and we are about to be together, so it is not convenient to get entangled with other people."

Shen Qingli was a little skeptical: "Seriously? Are you lying to me?"

"It's absolutely true." Shen Wenji risked his life and told the details in more detail: "We were together last night."

Elder Zhang's expression suddenly changed. His eyes were fixed on the blue-purple dress she was wearing. He eagerly tugged at her arm and asked in a tense voice, "Is this the dress you wore last night?"

Shen Wenji looked at her clothes. She had been immersed in cultivation since returning to the sect and had indeed not changed her clothes.

She nodded and asked in confusion, "Is there anything different about this dress?"

Hearing her admission, Shen Qingli's expression changed, while Elder Zhang's face turned completely gloomy.

Elder Zhang took a deep breath, still clinging to a glimmer of hope, and asked in a trembling voice, "Did you have any intimate contact? Like kissing, or something more?"

Thinking back to the boast she had made just now to cover up her lie, she loudly announced that she and Xie Yunqing were together. She also thought back to the charming moments of last night, even though they hadn't reached the final step...

Shen Wenji's heart was set, and he said half-truthfully, "I have done what I should do!"

I'm sorry, I can only abandon Xie Yunqing's innocence to help her cover up her lie.

Seeing that Elder Zhang was silent, Shen Wenji thought that she disliked Xie Yunqing's frivolous behavior and was afraid that her impression of Xie Yunqing would become worse and worse.

With a guilty conscience, Shen Wenji hurriedly explained, "Yesterday, Xie Yunqing was possessed by the fox demon's aura, and he couldn't help himself. We half-heartedly got together. I was willing, and I don't blame him."

Elder Zhang sighed deeply and asked, "He said he liked you, but did that happen after we had intimate contact?"

Shen Wenji nodded, a strong sense of uneasiness rising in his heart: “Is there any problem?”

Shen Qingli, who was standing aside, finally spoke. She gently held her forehead with her hand, her voice full of fatigue: "Tell her about the Soul-Captivating Incense. I'm a little tired today, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, he turned and left. His back looked a little flustered, as if he was escaping.

Shen Wenji's heart was beating fast. Thinking back to Xie Yunqing who suddenly regained consciousness last night, he couldn't help but wonder: Is there really something wrong with this dress?

Elder Zhang looked at her with a heavy gaze, and told her the secret effect of the soul-stealing incense, as well as the past of her parents who were forcibly tied up by the soul-stealing incense and ended up with only resentment.

Shen Wenji felt a chill rushing down her spine, her heart sinking. She spoke in a low voice, "So, if I wear this dress and have close contact with someone for ten minutes, that person will fall in love with me without hesitation?"

She almost whispered, each word piercing her heart: "So, Xie Yunqing said he liked me, but it was only because... he was influenced by the Soul-Snatching Fragrance Clothes."

Elder Zhang patted her shoulder with a distressed look and said earnestly, "Child, precisely because of this, I don't recommend you be with Xie Yunqing. I'm afraid you'll follow in your mother's footsteps."

"Forcing someone to stay by your side, bewitched by the Soul-Snatching Incense and not truly in love with you, will be heart-wrenching the day he wakes up."

"In the end... it's just a mirage, it only causes heartache."

Shen Wenji's eyes suddenly felt sore and she blinked lightly, the mist blurring her vision.

This morning she was still hesitating, wondering whether she liked Xie Yunqing.

At this moment, she already had the answer, but she couldn't be happy.

The answer was as clear as a blade, cutting her heart and making it bleed.

It turns out that those beautiful heartbeats, the deep affection in his eyes... were just an illusion woven by the soul-capturing incense.

Had there ever been any mutual affection between these two sworn enemies? From beginning to end, it was nothing more than her pathetic wishful thinking.

Bitterness welled up in her heart, her mind became increasingly confused, and she walked back to her residence in a daze.

On the table by the window, there were piles of exquisite little envelopes, all sent by Xie Yunqing.

In just half a day, he'd managed to write so much? This lingering, passionate look was nothing like the aloof, self-possessed Tianxuan Sect's chief disciple. The power of the Soul-Snatching Incense... truly terrifying.

Even though he knew it was the soul-stealing incense that was causing the trouble, Shen Wenji still couldn't help but be greedy for this false tenderness.

She put the letters away and opened them one by one with trembling hands.

The handwriting on the letter was still clear and elegant, the tone was gentle and light, telling of trivial thoughts. But in Shen Wenji's eyes, every word was like a red-hot needle, piercing his heart fiercely.

She couldn't laugh at all. As she read, tears suddenly burst out without warning, blurring the handwriting.

She wiped it away in a hurry, but the more she wiped, the more it appeared.

Finally, she almost roughly stuffed all the letters into the deep of the secret compartment and locked it tightly.

It was a false start, there is no need to continue.

At the same time, Xie Yunqing of Tianxuan Sect was worried and anxious.

After waiting for half a day, not only did he not receive a reply from his wife, but a bolt from the blue came from Zuihualou, saying that Shen Wenji had sent a love letter to the owner of the building?

He couldn't sit still at all and rushed to Zuihualou. He thought his men had made a mistake, but when the pink letter was really placed in front of him, it was written by the owner of Zuihualou, with only two words "Wen Ji" in the signature.

It was so intimate that even the last name was not written, which was extremely glaring.

Xie Yunqing's fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, his knuckles turned white, and his anger almost burned away his rationality.

He began to get angry with himself, and even began to think that the owner of Zuihua Tower had been assassinated, intending to completely destroy this vest.

But the envelope wasn't necessarily a love letter. What if it was a serious matter about writing a secret manual of martial arts? He comforted himself, suppressed the urge to destroy, took a deep breath, and holding on to the last glimmer of luck, he tore open the envelope with almost trembling hands.

The beautiful handwriting on the letter paper was very familiar, with only the strokes of some words being different.

But at this moment, he was so angry that he only paid attention to the content of the letter and did not read the handwriting carefully at all.

It said, "Dear host, I am glad to see you."

Xie Yunqing's face was as dark as ink, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

[Zhan Xinan, since we first met, I have been deeply in love, unable to sleep at night, all because I miss you. Even if the road ahead is long and thorny, as long as you are by my side, I have nothing to fear.]

Xie Yunqing almost bit his back teeth to pieces, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the letter were bulging and trembling slightly.

My nickname is Susu, and no one except my closest relatives knows these two characters. If you don't mind my abruptness, please call me by my nickname from now on.

"Suck it up?" Xie Yunqing felt a fishy-sweet taste rising up his throat, his vision went dark, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

This private nickname, one he didn't even know. She had so easily shared it with a stranger she'd only known for a few days? Then what about the bond they'd shared since childhood?

The letter ended with another heavy blow: "If you are kind enough to show me favor, I would be very grateful. If you are not interested, I hope you will know my feelings. I only hope that you will reply to the Hehuan Sect as soon as possible."

Good! Very good!

Instead of replying his letter, you eagerly hope that the poster will reply?

Xie Yunqing couldn't stand it any longer. What calmness and self-control, what demeanor of the first disciple of Tianxuan Sect, all go to hell.

He grabbed the iconic black robe and black-gold mask, and with murderous aura surging around him, he rushed straight towards the Hehuan Sect.

He wanted to catch the man and ask him clearly what made the Zuihualou owner's pseudonym better than him?

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The author has something to say: Xiao Xie is jealous of himself, Su Su is just daydreaming, how can they not be considered a good match [dog head]

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