Chapter 11.11 Teaching her a lesson!
next day
Sunrise
The morning light shines on your face, as if urging you to get up quickly.
Yao Jin knew that this was the sunlight shining into the side hall. She wanted to see the stars at night, but she also had to endure the annoyance of the morning sunlight.
There's no such thing as having your cake and eating it too, but Yao Jin insists on having it all.
With her eyes closed, she gave instructions: "Pull the curtain down."
After a while, Yao Jin asked, "Hmm? Little Daoist?"
She got up to look, and saw a tall, slender figure standing under the eaves of the window.
A slanted beam of golden light sliced down, falling in tiny fragments onto Daojun's face, splitting it in two, revealing half of his lower jaw, which was hidden in shadow.
He clearly possessed the appearance of a jade immortal, yet Yao Jin suddenly sensed something was amiss. She pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her head exposed. "Little Daoist Master?"
Meng Ji: "You're awake."
Yao Jin felt the room was extremely quiet. "Where's Xiao Juan?"
"Xiao Juan!" Yao Jin called softly.
Meng Ji turned around to face her. "Did Madam call Xiao Juan to help with washing up?"
Yao Jin felt a sudden surge of fear. "Hmm, isn't this like this every day...?"
Meng Ji pulled something out of his sleeve and strolled towards her. "But Xiao Juan, she didn't know that before..."
Yao Jin's heart skipped a beat. "What do you know?"
Meng Ji sat down in front of her, his gaze fixed on her forehead and behind her.
As they got closer, the object in his hand became clearer—it was a small, gilded mirror, its body delicate and radiating a golden glow.
Yao Jin used to love such glamorous things, but now, seeing Xiao Jing, he felt a chill run down his spine.
She called out urgently in a low voice, "Xiao Juan, Xiao Juan!"
"Shh." Meng Ji raised his hand and pressed his fingertips to her lips. "Madam can't summon Xiao Juan now."
Yao Jingang wanted to ask him why, but then she saw Meng Ji suddenly raise the mirror in his hand and hold it in front of her.
Yao Jin's eyes widened immediately.
She was a witch, extremely beautiful, but with two spiral-shaped horns on her head, one on the left and one on the right. She had thick hair that reached the ground, with the ends curling in strands.
They are scattered and spread out in a winding pattern, with one of them being particularly thick.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pointed snake tail.
The tail of this cold-blooded animal makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Yao Jin felt a slight itch on her buttocks, shifted her body, and the snake's tail suddenly curled up and pressed against her face.
This scene was terrifying, but what was even more terrifying was that the witch in the mirror was doing the same thing as herself!
"Ah!" Yao Jin waved the mirror, then clutched his head, "This isn't me! I'm not a snake!"
Yao Jin covered his head and hid himself, but his three-inch-long fingernails were incredibly sharp. With just a touch, blood immediately gushed out from the corner of his head.
Pat, pat.
Blood droplets fell onto the bed, and Meng Ji reached out to wipe them away one by one, his expression slightly complicated.
His gaze fell on Yao Jin's head, he looked at it deeply, and slowly raised his fingers to touch the small horn stained with blood.
The small corner feels icy to the touch; almost immediately upon contact with the hand, it becomes inversely proportional to the body's scalding temperature.
Meng Ji felt his blood boiling at that moment, rushing towards that coolness like a tidal wave—like greedily craving the feeling of his body being swelled with well water on a hot summer day.
Unconsciously, Meng used his fingertips to gently stroke the small horn, letting out an almost sighing sound, "Does Madam know what fate awaits the demon on Mount Buzhou?"
Warm breath, in varying shades, sprayed onto the golden horns.
Sticky and damp.
It seemed even more intimate than a snake's tail, as if it were part of one's own body.
But the deeper meaning behind it made Yao Jin feel as if he had fallen into an abyss!
So, is Little Daoist going to capture me to slay demons...?
His golden eyes flashed crimson, "What will be the outcome?"
"Bang!" The words had barely left his mouth when the door of Wugou Pavilion was suddenly smashed open.
The shouts grew louder and louder.
--"kill!"
--"kill!"
"—The demon deserves to die!!"
Dozens of cultivators rushed into the Wugou Pavilion, all dressed in Daoist robes and holding swords, glaring angrily at Yao Jin—"Take her to the Demon-Slaying Platform and grind her bones to dust!"
"Skin and bone!"
The sword tip pointed out, emitting a considerable cold light, instantly making it difficult for Yao Jin to breathe.
All the sword energy was approaching the bed, and Yao Jin's anger was suppressed step by step. She was forced back little by little until she was forced to curl up in the corner of the bed. "It's not like that."
"I am not a demon, you cannot kill me."
Suddenly, Xiao Juan squeezed out from behind the crowd, grabbed Yao Jin, and pulled her forward, shouting, "Madam is a demon! She is a demon!"
A series of powerful forces came from nearby, and a soft voice called out, "Madam?"
"lady."
"Ah!" Yao Jin suddenly sat up in shock and slapped him across the face.
Startled awake from his sleep, the subconscious slapping motion caused Yao Jin's palms to turn red, while the two lines of text on his palm, "[1L countdown 80%]" and "[Resurrect 'it']", slowly faded.
Xiao Juan was beaten to her knees, clutching the jar and crying, "Why did you hit me, Madam?"
When Yao Jin saw Xiao Juan, he suddenly touched his head, and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't touch the two horns.
Only then did the familiar setting come into view, and the blinding sunlight illuminated the entire room. Yao Jin then realized that it had all been a dream.
Yao Jin leaned back on the pillow, exhausted, her head aching. "I just had a nightmare, and I acted too quickly."
Xiao Juan gripped the jar tightly, her fingertips turning white, but a dark glint flashed in her eyes. "Madam, it's time to get up, wash, and go to school."
"?" Yao Jin opened his eyes. "What school?"
After saying that, Yao Jin fully woke up.
With the Immortal Sect Grand Competition approaching, Yao Jin and Meng Ji's names have already been submitted. In order to obtain the stone that symbolizes "love stronger than gold," she needs to go to the academy to familiarize herself with the competition process.
Yao Jin was competitive, and it was she who came up with this cheating suggestion.
Just last night.
But at this moment, Yao Jin just wants to go back to last night and slap her past self twice.
Why do you have to find things to do instead of sleeping in?
But suddenly she remembered her dream, the tiny characters engraved on the bottom of the mirror—the Mirror of Tracing Origins!
What did that person say last night?
That stone was taken from the tracking mirror.
So, given that they share the same origin, could the "Unbreakable Bond" stone reveal her hidden true nature?
Whether she is a demon or not will be clear once you get the stone.
Yao Jin took a deep breath, threw off the covers, and got out of bed barefoot. "Bring me some water."
Xiao Juan gritted her teeth in resentment at the instruction, but had no choice but to place the jar by the bedside and help Yao Jin wash and change.
Yao Jin glanced at the canned food and asked, "What's that?"
Xiao Juan put down the damp handkerchief, picked up the jar, and handed it to Yao Jin. "Madam broke the candied fruit jar a few days ago, and I have already found a new one."
Xiao Juan opened the can, and the aroma of candied fruit wafted out. "The Immortal Lord has already replenished the candied fruit inside."
Everyone knows that Yao Jin loves sweets.
But Buzhou Mountain only has unpalatable communal meals; this kind of sweet treat has to be bought at the foot of the mountain.
However, even the golden-mouthed child is picky; the candied fruit he buys is either too sour or too sweet.
The perfect sweet and sour flavor that Mengji achieved today is the result of countless attempts and failures with the recipe.
The process was complicated, and the drying process was something that couldn't be kept secret, so even the servants of Wugou Pavilion knew about it.
A hint of jealousy flashed in Xiao Juan's eyes again. "The Immortal Lord just made it yesterday. Madam, please have some."
In the past, Yao Jin was least able to resist these sweet talkers, but today's dream made her inexplicably impatient with that person.
She pushed the jar away, sat on the dressing table, and angrily picked up a comb to comb her hair. "I'm not eating."
Xiao Juan immediately became anxious. She handed over the jar of candied fruit again, saying, "How can Madam disappoint the Immortal Lord's kindness?"
"If you feel you've let me down, then I'll reward you." Yao Jin was very impatient upon hearing this. She was combing her hair to the ends, but for some reason, the ends were difficult to comb today.
Feeling somewhat agitated, she used a bit of brute force and accidentally tore off a strand of hair.
Yao Jin was even more annoyed that her precious hair was being pulled out like that, so she didn't see that the end of the hair was slightly curled and curved after it fell to the ground.
"You do my hair." Yao Jin angrily threw the comb on the table, finally realizing her near-violent mood. She glanced thoughtfully at Xiao Juan, who was doing her hair.
*
Tianyun Academy
"The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two..." The orderly reading voices rang out.
The disciples were very excited today, and Chi Yi stood out as particularly lively.
Sitting next to Chi Yi, Liu Xiaoshun tugged at his sleeve, "Be quiet."
Chi Yi scoffed at Liu Xiaoshun, "Do you think I'm like you? I'm from Tianchi Peak."
Buzhou Mountain is divided into five peaks. Apart from Wugou Peak, where Mengji is located, the others are Ruoshui, Lutai, Tianchi, and Yaowang. Each peak is managed by an elder.
Among them, Wugou Peak is the main peak, and it has been equipped with a school, a discipline hall, and a demon-slaying platform.
"Yes, yes, yes." Liu Xiaoshun rolled his eyes at Chi Yi. "Who told you to be born into such a good family?"
If Chi Yi's father wasn't Elder Chi, he wondered why he was still alive after Po Wang had taken over his body.
Upon hearing this, Chi Yi was not ashamed but rather proud. He said smugly, "Reincarnation is a skill, so you should learn it well."
Liu Xiaoshun wanted to say something more, but suddenly saw the figure standing at the door and immediately fell silent.
The students in the academy then saw the doorway, and their reading paused for a moment in unison before continuing, "One begets one, two begets three..."
"What's going on?" Chi Yi belatedly realized what was happening and followed everyone's gaze to the doorway, only to see a girl with her head down standing at the school entrance.
The girl wore a pomegranate red dress, the hem of which spread out on the ground like a flower. She looked extremely charming, but the gray cloth bag slung across her body slightly dampened her charm.
Chi Yi recognized the cloth bag at a glance; it was the school bag that every student carried to school. He raised an eyebrow, walked over, crossed his arms, and struck what he thought was a cool pose. "Miss, are you a new transfer student?"
The school on Buzhou Mountain not only had its own sect's cultivators, but also outsiders with connections.
The semester is already halfway over, and apart from a special relationship, Chi Yi can't think of any other possibilities.
Yao Jin was looking at the pair of dusty, gold-painted, upturned shoes at her feet. Upon hearing this, she didn't even look up and just hummed in response.
The sound was very soft; to Chi Yi, it was just a faint "hmm" as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Chi Yi, seeing that the girl was too shy to look at him, became even more confident. "If you have just transferred here, you must not be familiar with anything about Buzhou Mountain. Why don't you follow me and I can explain things to you?"
After a pause, fearing the girl wouldn't believe him, Chi Yi began to introduce himself, "My father is Elder Chi of Tianchi Peak. If you come with me, I will protect you..."
"Oh no, another one who talks too much has arrived." Yao Jin suddenly looked up and scolded.
She was being so rambling that she couldn't even concentrate on looking at the dust settling on her upturned shoes.
"You little lady, don't..." Chi Yi was displeased when he was humiliated. He had been pampered since childhood and had never been treated like this before.
But just as he put his hands on his waist, ready to fight, he suddenly fell silent when he saw Yao Jin's face.
"My God, how can she be so beautiful..."
Yao Jin frowned, looking at the other person's blank expression, and understood.
She lifted her upturned shoe with an arrogant air, "You, wipe the dust off me."
This scene left Qingfeng and Xiao Yang, who were sitting at the desk, speechless with astonishment.
Qingfeng: "What kind of person is she, so arrogant that she dares to have Master Chi shine her shoes?"
Xiao Yang nodded in agreement, "That's right, it's already a favor that our Master Chi didn't slap her twice, let alone dream on!"
After saying that, both henchmen stood up.
They cheered for Chi Yi, throwing punches wildly in the air, "Master Chi, teach this arrogant little wench a lesson!"
The students in the classroom couldn't bear to look any longer. Based on their understanding of Chi Yi, they could all imagine the terrible scene that was about to unfold.
Upon seeing this, Liu Xiaoshun suddenly stood up, "Chi Yi!"
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