Chapter 1 Even Immortals Get Angry?
As dawn broke, birds chirped.
A brightly colored tiger-striped bird perched on a treetop outside the Wugou Pavilion, its head tilted back to the sky, displaying its loud voice.
Yao Jin was already in a bad mood, and hearing this raspy voice only made him more annoyed. "Stop making noise, or I'll have someone arrest you."
"Stewed mushrooms with bird's nest, perfect for an evening snack."
The young girl had rosy cheeks, lips like pomegranate blossoms, and beneath her delicate dark eyebrows, her almond-shaped eyes slanted upwards at the corners, making her incomparably beautiful.
Beauty taken to its extreme can make even a frown or a tantrum seem perfectly natural—at least in the human realm.
In the animal kingdom, or more specifically in the world of tiger finches, the golden eagle is considered quite ferocious.
The tiger-striped bird immediately opened its tiny green beady eyes and stopped chirping—this witch is so arrogant, I wonder why the immortal lord married her.
Seeing the little fat bird huddled in fear, Yao Jin, who had been enjoying peace and quiet since his transmigration, stretched lazily.
She had probably just woken up; the girl was only wearing a thin undergarment.
As she moved, one side of her inner garment rolled up, revealing a slender waist and the dark snake pattern on her delicate skin was clearly exposed to the air.
The snake-like markings immediately writhed for a moment, as if they were alive, burrowing into the skin, but the sweet, fishy, damp, and cold scent lingered for a quarter of an hour.
Meng Ji glanced at that spot, his dark eyes fixed on the previous moment.
After stretching out for a long time, Yao Jin turned to look at him and muttered, "Little Daoist, you came so early in the morning, it's not because of yesterday's matter, is it? If so, you are really old-fashioned."
As soon as he finished speaking, "snap!" a powerful electric current suddenly exploded in Yao Jin's body, bringing with it a piercing burning sensation.
Yao Jin's face turned deathly pale, and he gripped the window sill tightly with his fingertips, almost crying out.
Here it comes again, that damn electric current.
Who exactly planted this on her?
Yao Jin endured the pain and looked down at her hand. Just like a few days ago, two small black characters appeared on her palm: "Admit Your Mistake."
Damn it!
Every day it's either admitting mistakes, praising someone, or showering them with compliments; no one could stand that.
Who would like a wife who's a total simp?
But the characters seemed to know Yao Jin's thoughts, and the characters kept getting thicker and bolder, from the original two small dots to a thick mass of ink—"Admit your mistake, admit your mistake, admit your mistake, quickly admit your mistake."
The urgency in his words was palpable, as if his pants were on fire.
Shaking Gold: ...
Suddenly, the crackling sound of electricity intensified, and Yao Jin was struck again with the force of 100,000 volts. This time, the residual electric shock was much more active than the first, and it was no longer probing; it shocked Yao Jin's body several times every few seconds.
"Ugh..." Yao Jin groaned, nearly sliding off the windowsill. This damn thing only cares about her attitude towards Meng Ji; if she's even slightly arrogant, it will definitely shock her until she begs for mercy.
"What's wrong, Madam..."
"It's alright!" Yao Jin said urgently, stopping Meng Ji from coming forward to check.
She dared not speak of the strangeness in her body, because if she spoke rashly before understanding the anomaly, she would be mistaken for a possessing demon.
And what became of the demon at Buzhou Mountain...?
Yao Jin shuddered as he recalled the bloody scene he witnessed a few days ago when he accidentally stumbled upon the Demon-Slaying Platform.
She paused for a moment, then managed to reply, "It's nothing, I just accidentally bit my tongue."
But the feeling of gritting his teeth and swallowing blood made Yao Jin very uncomfortable.
She had to endure immense pain while pretending to be nonchalant and smiling. Even if her husband were as handsome as an angel, it would be difficult to ease her complicated feelings at this moment.
Large beads of sweat appeared as he spoke, and in no time his undergarment was half-wet with fine sweat.
A sticky feeling rose behind Yao Jin, and he immediately became angry.
How could she not be furious!
If it weren't for these awful words, she could have lived a very good life.
This world is rife with demons and dangers, but none of that concerns her. She transmigrated here, saved Meng Ji, and then became the sect leader's wife.
On Mount Buzhou, although she was a mortal and could not command the wind and rain, she was still provided with a life of luxury.
Moreover, such a disheveled appearance would have been rare even in his previous life.
Yes, Yao Jin was brought from there.
Unlike typical transmigration stories, Yao Jin's life was blissful, and he hadn't read any novels with the same name that required him to memorize the entire text. He simply took a nap and woke up to find himself transmigrated into a world of immortals and heroes.
Of course, she didn't have any system or cheat codes, nor did she have any spiritual roots, so she couldn't cultivate.
It seems that all I have to do is lie here and live.
But starting a month or so ago, after the wedding, words would occasionally appear in Yao Jin's palm.
These words appear without any pattern, but Yao Jin must obey the message they convey each time; any disobedience will result in being electrocuted!
Just like now...
These days, Yao Jin has been electrocuted countless times. She has suspected many people, the first of whom was Meng Ji.
There's no other reason than that every time the small characters appear, they are related to Mengji.
But who is Meng Ji? He is the head of Buzhou Mountain and the leader of the immortal sects.
His daily behavior is so ingrained with rules and doctrines that Yao Jin doesn't believe such a person would resort to underhanded tactics.
Who could it be?
Although she wanted to understand everything that had happened to her, Yao Jin's gaze inevitably fell on Meng Ji.
The boy appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. He stood tall, holding a book in his hand. Perhaps there was something in the book that was as beautiful as a beautiful woman, which attracted him. His gaze lingered on the book for a long time.
His long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his chin was sharp, yet he did not appear gloomy; on the contrary, he was extremely refined. His lips were a pale pink—any more and they would be too bright, any less and they would be too plain, like jade from the mountains, warm and lustrous.
A Nascent Soul Dao Lord who achieved fame at a young age and was less than two hundred years old was a rare existence in the entire cultivation world.
Yet the young man possessed no sharp edge whatsoever. He simply stood there quietly, and light and shadow gathered around him like golden crows. His graceful bearing, like that of a celestial being from a painting, was etched into his very bones.
Yao Jin didn't understand what was so interesting about this book. She only knew that the book had been kept in the Wugou Pavilion and that she had secretly read it. It was just about ancient rites and philosophy, and it was obscure and difficult to understand.
How boring. Yao Jin curled his lip.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Meng Ji noticed the gaze and put down his book. Due to the slight movement, his throat, which was originally covered by the collar, was instantly exposed to the view.
"It's nothing," Yao Jin replied absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the teeth marks on Xiao Daojun's Adam's apple.
The tooth marks were small, but two were particularly deep, and at first glance they looked like the sharp teeth of some kind of reptile.
But Yao Jin knew perfectly well that it was nothing more than his own handiwork from the previous night.
She was probably the only one in the sect who could leave a mark on the young Daoist. This thought made Yao Jin a little smug, so he waved his hand like he was teasing a cat, "I took a second look because you're good-looking. You can continue reading."
These words and actions are clearly not what a virtuous wife should say to her husband.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
At the same time, the small print detected this arrogant attitude and immediately released a considerable electric current.
Yao Jin's face scrunched up from the electric shock, and when the current stopped, her expression was quite gloomy.
She looked at the bolded words on her palm, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Meng Ji. "Little Daoist, that's not what I meant. I was just afraid of disturbing your concentration on your studies."
Yao Jin walked to Meng Ji's side and gently tugged at his sleeve.
"Hmm." Meng Ji sat down again, as if nothing had happened, or as if nothing had ever happened.
But Yao Jin knew that it was just an illusion, and that Xiao Daojun was probably still sulking about what happened a few days ago. So she blinked her eyes, her dark, pearl-like pupils rolled gently, and she slipped her hand into his sleeve.
The unchanging gray Taoist robe exuded a dull and rigid feel, but Yao Jin, undeterred, tore a sliver of fabric through it. With a mere flick of his fingers, he slipped inside like a fish.
Her voice was sickeningly sweet, "Little Daoist, please don't be angry. I know I was wrong about what happened the other day."
It was supposed to be an apology, but the sincerity in his words was questionable.
In her view, all she had done was take off her shoes and socks and soak her feet in the Muchi River a few days ago.
However, Meng Ji saw this and strictly ordered her to put her shoes and socks back on immediately.
Feeling ashamed at being scolded by her husband like a schoolteacher, Yao Jin retorted a couple of times.
The result was obvious; she was punished.
But bowing down now is merely a temporary measure.
Since Yao Jin had already admitted her mistake, she was determined to hear an answer. She blinked and gave Xiao Daojun a soft "hmm".
Meng Ji's beautiful face flushed slightly with the rising tone of that last note.
In the airtight bedroom, the girl's hands, slightly sweaty, exuded a cool sensation, and her upturned almond-shaped eyes were incredibly bright and lively.
The light was so dazzling that he dared not look at it for a moment, his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him.
Meng Ji's hand unconsciously pressed against the side of his cheek, where there was a tooth decayed from eating sweets—it had been decayed when he was eating candied fruit with his wife.
"Hmm." He quickly stepped aside and changed the subject, "It's time for Chenshi (7-9 AM), I'll go check on the disciples."
Buzhou Mountain is a major sect, and its disciples have to attend classes on magic and rituals every day. Meng Ji, as the sect leader, also serves as the instructor, giving classes every day.
However, the time of Chen Shi (7-9 AM) is the disciples' body-training time, and they are usually free to do whatever they want without a teacher watching over them.
Clearly, this is escapism.
Yao Jin was both amused and exasperated by this answer. But deep down, she felt a sense of pleasure in controlling her husband, so she suppressed a laugh and said, "Well, husband, go ahead. I'll wait for you to come back for dinner tonight."
Upon hearing this, Meng Ji, who had already reached the door, paused subtly.
He should have rebuked those rather frivolous words, but the sound of a kitten calling "husband" from last night suddenly came to mind.
The voice was soft, yet carried a domineering and imperious quality.
My husband helped me—but what could he do to help her? The final image lingered on the girl's taut, straight neck.
Meng Ji's throat bobbed slightly, and after a long while, he nodded reservedly, "Mm."
After the immortal lord left, Xiao Juan, the maid who had been guarding outside, dared to enter the room and greeted, "Madam."
"Oh dear, what's wrong with you?"
"Why is your face so pale?" Xiao Juan helped Yao Jin sit down by the bed.
The pomegranate-red, gold-threaded quilt was twisted into a ball, and there were several marks on the sheets, some deep and some shallow, which stirred up all sorts of thoughts.
Xiao Juan glanced at the messy bed, then lowered her head to hide the jealousy in her eyes. "Madam, it was already inappropriate of you to expose your feet by the Mu Chi River yesterday. If Miss Leng were here, she would definitely advise you to behave yourself, and she certainly wouldn't..."
"Definitely not what?" Yao Jin paused, and thanks to Xiao Juan's long-standing nagging, her silence did not seem abrupt.
Xiao Juan knelt down with a thud. "This servant misspoke! But... the immortal sect values rules the most, and you haven't formed a soul contract yet. If you continue like this... even we servants will look down on you."
Although Yao Jin is the sect leader's wife, she is a mortal and therefore has not been able to form the special bond between immortal couples—the Divine Soul Contract.
Therefore, although Heaven and Earth know about this marriage, the Three Pure Ones do not recognize it.
Although Yao Jin was free from the electric current, she was not in a good mood. She stared at Xiao Juan and chuckled, "So you miss your former master so much, will I send you back to Leng Dandan tomorrow? I suppose you two have a deep bond, and she will not be able to bear to see you suffer here."
Xiao Juan used to be a servant in Leng Dandan's courtyard, and Leng Dandan was Meng Ji's ex-fiancée.
When Yao Jin first arrived at the Immortal Sect, even though she was about to become Meng Ji's wife, no maids were willing to serve her because of her unknown origins.
Leng Dandan, the beloved junior sister of the immortal sect, was generously given a maid by Yao Jin, who was very grateful at the time.
However, this gratitude has dwindled to almost nothing as Xiao Juan has become increasingly outspoken these past few days.
Sure enough, what good intentions could an ex possibly have when giving a "gift" to their current partner?
"Madam, I was wrong." Thinking of the punishment she would face after being sent back, Xiao Juan immediately knelt down and cried, "I may have spoken rashly, but it was all for Madam's good."
"Madam is just a mortal. She should admit her mistake as soon as possible for doing something so contrary to etiquette."
"How could you possibly get angry with the Immortal Lord..."
Xiao Juan's words conveyed a single message: the gold-shaking was a mistake.
Yao Jin suddenly had some doubts. She didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so why did everyone think it was improper?
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"Marrying My Sister"
Xie Qingyan was born with a beautiful face, but she was a well-known sickly beauty in the capital. Her mother was a concubine, not even worthy of being called a maid. People said that her future marriage would be difficult and that she would likely live a life of hardship.
Xie Qingyan herself thought it was good.
Until that day—Xie Lianlong accidentally kissed her, and from then on his behavior became increasingly aggressive and his words to her became increasingly offensive. Only then did Xie Qingyan decide to find a marriage for herself.
Three days after the marriage was arranged, Xie Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She summoned Xie Lianlong, saying, "I have no brother. On my wedding day, I hope my younger brother will come and carry me to the bridal sedan chair."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Lianlong's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth: "Xie Qingyan, do you really have no heart..."
...
On their wedding day, Xie Lianlong finally carried her onto the bridal sedan chair, and then he went to the battlefield without looking back. Years later, the young man returned to the capital after his military service, and amidst the cheers of thousands lining the streets, the figure he had longed for in countless nights was nowhere to be seen.
He clenched his fist and crushed the love lock he had always treasured in his hand.
A sharp shard of porcelain pierced her palm, blood flowing freely, but Xie Lianlong laughed loudly, "Xie Qingyan, I'm here."
It turns out that the love lock I gave him years ago was just a joke to fool him.
If you leave for too long, some people may forget whose label they were once associated with.
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Small Theater
Everyone says that although the frontier is tough, it also tempers the mind; otherwise, how could Xie Lianlong have been honed into such a composed demeanor? But only Xie Qingyan knows that it's just an illusion. The years on the battlefield have only sharpened this blade, making it more ruthless and unruly.
Otherwise, why would he appear outside her bedroom in the dead of night, push open her window with a scabbard, and say to her:
"Are you satisfied with the husband I chose for you?"
"Sister, you have no idea how much pain I felt when I saw you off on your wedding day."
"Sister, since you pity him, why not pity me too?"
Xie Lianlong gazed at the girl he had longed for, leaped out of the window, climbed onto her bed, and coiled around her like a venomous snake, taking her virginity. Satisfied, his voice excited and satiated, he said, "Sister, he's dead, you're mine now."
According to the Xie family rules, a woman must marry at the age of sixteen, and she cannot remarry after her second husband dies.
The younger brother was willing to resort to such means to get her!
Consumption Guide:
Pseudo-incest!! They are not blood relatives, no blood relation, the truth will be revealed in the main text!!
To seize by force or coercion.
She fled, he chased; she couldn't escape even if she had wings.
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