Chapter 58

Chapter Summary: [Jin Guangyao said, "What are you saying? It seems you've become delirious from illness. My father-in-law has already gone on a journey to recuperate. During this time, I have done my best..."]

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Jin Guangyao said, "What are you saying? It seems you've become delirious from your illness. My father-in-law has already gone on a journey to recuperate. I'll send you there as well, so you can enjoy family time with him."

He said he was going to take Qin Su to recuperate, but instead, he helped the weak Qin Su into the layers of gauze curtains. The paper doll Xian tiptoed out from under the table, and calculating that there should still be enough time, followed them in.

Once inside, he discovered that where there had been a huge full-length bronze mirror, there was now a dark doorway.

Jin Guangyao must have done something to his wife. Qin Su's eyes were wide open, tears still streaming down her face, as she watched her husband drag her into a secret room, without saying a word or making a sound.

The group was at a loss for words when it came to swearing.

If he can be so cruel to his wife, what else is he incapable of doing?

Wei Wuxian crawled in close to the ground, and the bronze mirror closed immediately without a sound, without the heavy clanging of a normal mechanism. Jin Guangyao gently placed Qin Su in the corner, clapped his hands twice, and the secret room dimly lit up—the lamps on the walls had spontaneously combusted.

This appears to be a treasure room.

The wall in front of him was lined with shelves, neatly arranged with rows of thread-bound books and scrolls. The walls to the left and right were also lined with display cabinets of various shapes. Wei Wuxian glanced at them casually, and a piece of paper froze.

In one of the compartments was a sword. He was very familiar with this sword.

casual. 】

Seeing the long-lost Suibian, Wei Wuxian didn't think much of it, but the group of people around him had different expressions.

Lan Wangji stared at the casually placed shelf, a chill running down his spine.

Jiang Cheng unconsciously began to grope for Zidian again, thinking to himself how he had let Wei Wuxian's sword fall into the hands of such a scumbag.

The various immortal sects and aristocratic families were thinking, "As expected of one of the four great families, even a small secret room can hide so many treasures."

Every immortal sect or aristocratic family has three or four treasure rooms, so it's not surprising that Jin Guangyao's bedroom has such a secret room.

In the center of the secret room stood a dark, cold, rectangular iron table, just the right size for a person to lie down on. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "This iron table is perfect for killing and dismembering people."

Qin Su's face was ashen. Jin Guangyao squatted down in front of her, tidied her slightly messy hair, and said, "Don't be afraid, A-Su. In your current state, it's not convenient for you to wander around. There are a lot of people around these days, so just rest. As long as you tell me who that person is, you can come back."

Wei Wuxian suddenly noticed that a curtain blocked the view in front of a cubicle. The curtain was covered with blood-red incantations, sealing runes.

A paper figure, pressed against the wall, slowly inclined upwards. Inch by inch, it moved incredibly slowly. Meanwhile, Jin Guangyao, still pleading softly with Qin Su, suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around!

The secret room was empty except for him and Qin Su.

Jin Guangyao stood up, walked to the display cabinet, and carefully examined the walls, finding nothing amiss. He then walked back with his hands behind his back.

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Lianfang-zun is indeed very vigilant."

Jin Guangyao: "If you were in my situation, you would have done the same. But if it were Young Master Wei, you would definitely live a more carefree life than I have."

Just now, he suddenly turned around to look, and Wei Wuxian had already climbed to the second compartment under the curtain. Inside the compartment was a stack of manuscripts bound with thread. As soon as he saw Jin Guangyao's neck move slightly, he quickly inserted his thin, paper-like body into the compartment.

Fortunately, although Jin Guangyao was unusually vigilant, he did not realize that he should flip through the book to see if there was a person hiding inside.

The paper figure, like a bookmark, was flat and tucked inside a book, not daring to come out immediately. His eyes were pressed against the pages of the manuscript, and suddenly, he felt that the words he saw looked very familiar.

It has a refined air, but is somewhat hasty and frivolous.

This is his handwriting.

Wei Wuxian examined the words more closely: "...different from possession...", "...revenge...", "...forced contract...", and there were also some damaged and unclear parts.

Now he was certain. This book was his manuscript.

The contents of the article are a collection of materials he gathered from various sources, combined with his own deductions, which he wrote about the forbidden art of sacrificial offerings.

He wrote many such manuscripts in the past, writing them casually and then throwing them away on the mass grave in Yiling. Some of these manuscripts were destroyed during the siege, while others, like his sword, were preserved and hidden by others.

Wei Wuxian suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps Jin Guangyao is the very person Mo Xuanyu once harassed!

Wei Wuxian: Tsk, Miss Niangui, my handwriting is clearly unrestrained and free-spirited, how can you call it frivolous?

Well, while everyone else is concerned about why Jin Guangyao has a manuscript about possession, this person is actually concerned about how Tianying evaluates his calligraphy.

Taking advantage of Lan Wangji's inattention, Jiang Cheng reached out and tapped Wei Wuxian on the head: "I told you to pack your things properly back then. When you were a kid, your room in Lotus Pier was like a doghouse. And it's still like this in the Burial Mound. How can you not get robbed!"

Wei Wuxian: ...

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the last sentence.

Wei Wuxian: ...

It wasn't me. Don't look at me. I didn't do it. I just took up a shell.

Mo Xuanyu learned that the forbidden technique of sacrificial offering was incomplete and the ritual was not performed properly, so he could only learn it from this damaged manuscript.

The owner of this manuscript is Jin Guangyao. Since it's a forbidden technique manuscript, it's naturally inconvenient for others to see it; therefore, Jin Guangyao would definitely keep it carefully and keep it safe. Only those who are not very close to him should be allowed to see this manuscript.

How close were they? Considering that Mo Xuanyu was banished back to Mo Family Village because of his homosexual harassment of his fellow disciples, it's hard not to have some doubts.

If it were just harassing a fellow disciple, it wouldn't seem like it warranted simply kicking out an illegitimate son with the sect leader's bloodline. But if the target of the harassment is Lianfang Zun, whose status has soared since the Sunshot Campaign, and his half-brother—though no one says it outright, everyone knows it—then the seriousness is completely different!

This is an utterly shameful affair that must be ended. Of course, we can't start with Lianfang Zun; we can only begin with Mo Xuanyu, whose cultivation level is not high.

And then there's Jin Ling. Jin Ling hates homosexuals, and of course he hates even more the homosexuals who are harassing his uncle.

Judging from the attitudes of all the disciples of the Lanling Jin Clan, they all disliked Mo Xuanyu quite a bit, which suggests that it was generally accepted that Mo Xuanyu was the one unilaterally harassing Jin Guangyao.

If that's truly the case, then Jin Guangyao's casual conversation and nonchalant attitude towards Mo Xuanyu just now makes him seem rather...

Everyone: ...

It has to be said that Wei Wuxian is not only quick-witted, but also very thoughtful.

It's impressive that they could come up with such profound reasons for the issue of homosexuality.

Jin Ling: ...How come this involves me?

[From this, we can infer that perhaps the letter was about this very thing?]

Wei Wuxian immediately dismissed this guess.

He believed that Jin Guangyao wouldn't genuinely have any feelings for Mo Xuanyu. It was highly likely that Mo Xuanyu's disgrace and ruin were merely a scheme orchestrated by Jin Guangyao to expel his other illegitimate son, who might pose a threat. Jin Guangyao would certainly maintain proper boundaries and would never have any intimate entanglements with Mo Xuanyu. Besides, while homosexuality was considered shameful, it wasn't uncommon for prominent immortal sects to be interested in men. Qin Su, coming from a prestigious family, knew a little about this and wouldn't react so violently, vomiting, simply because her husband might have had affairs with other men.

Jin Guangyao's voice came through: "A-Su, I have to go host the event now, I'll come see you later."

Wei Wuxian carefully spun out of the stack of manuscripts he had written, pressed himself against the wall, and continued to move upwards. Finally, he reached the cubicle, but before he could even see what was inside, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Jin Guangyao walked over and lifted the curtain.

For a moment, Wei Wuxian thought he had been caught. However, a faint light shone through the curtain, and he found himself shrouded in shadow.

There was a round object in front of him, blocking his paper doll body.

Jin Guangyao remained motionless, seemingly staring at what was inside the cubicle.

After a long pause, he asked, "Were you looking at me just now?"

Of course, there was no response. After a moment of silence, Jin Guangyao lowered the curtain.

Wei Wuxian silently pressed his hand against the object and touched it. It was cold and hard, and seemed to be a helmet.

He turned to the front and, sure enough, saw a deathly pale face.

The crowd: ...My God, oh my god!!!

Even if this is Nie Mingjue, he can't resist the visual impact at close range.

Especially his younger brother: "Holy crap! It's a ghost!"

This time, Nie Mingjue directly picked up Baxia and placed it in front of Nie Huaisang, letting him see whether his head was more terrifying or this long sword that could cut a hair in two.

Nie Huaisang: ...

Brother, this isn't my fault. Your brother is smart, but he hasn't developed any courage at all.

Besides... can an inanimate object be more terrifying than a head whose life or death is unknown?

The sealer wanted to prevent this head from seeing, hearing, and speaking, so the eyes, mouth, and ears of this face were firmly sealed with iron plates engraved with incantations.

Wei Wuxian sneaked here to break the seal on the head, so that the headless corpse they had transported to Jinlintai and Lanling City could sense his head, and then, in full view of all the clans, he could storm Jinlintai and kill Jin Guangyao.

Wei Wuxian used the paper sleeve to pull on the knot of the rope tied with the iron plate. Halfway through, he suddenly felt a strong suction pull him forward and stick him to Nie Mingjue's head.

On the other side of Jinlintai, Lan Wangji sat opposite Wei Wuxian, staring intently at his face. After a long while, his fingers twitched slightly, his eyelashes lowered, and he raised his hand to gently touch his lips.

It was very, very light, just as light as when the paper doll bumped into it.

Wei Wuxian: ...

Lan Wangji: ...

What was supposed to be a tense situation suddenly turned into... a sudden dose of PDA!

Wei Wuxian stroked his chin, wondering if he should ask Miss Niangui for a compilation to record Lan Zhan's daily longing for him.