Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Unbearable
Those few words were like a bomb exploding in the ears of a man who had just fallen asleep.
Only then did she realize that the girl had been clutching her abdomen, her clothes soaked with blood, though it wasn't noticeable because of the red dress.
Those intermittent gasps were simply the trembling sounds of people enduring extreme pain.
Boy: "So, are these your last words?"
"Shut up, you stinking Taoist priest!" The girl's face immediately turned red. She grabbed the boy's neck, her sharp nails digging deep into the flesh of his Adam's apple. "It's not here! The Mirror of Origin isn't in your arms? Where did you hide it?!"
"Without the Mirror of Time Reversal, there's no way to return to the past. 'It' can't be resurrected, and I'll die too..."
"You stinking Taoist priest, I'm really going to die!"
The girl's voice was shrill, and because she couldn't find anything, she was filled with a visible sense of despair, making one feel a deep sense of sorrow.
A tear rolled down Yao Jin's cheek.
She didn't know why she was crying; she was just sobbing and felt so sad.
"That girl is so pitiful," she thought.
Suddenly, a slightly flustered voice came from beside Yao Jin's ear—"Madam."
"Madam?" Meng Ji hurriedly tried to wipe away Madam's tears with his hand, but just as his fingertips were about to touch Madam's face, he pursed his lips.
He looked at his fingertips, which were somewhat rough from holding a sword since childhood, and changed to using his sleeves.
She wiped away her tears again and again, very carefully.
But the tears seemed endless, falling in large drops.
In his haste, Meng Ji wiped his hands again, then looked at Shuanghua and asked, "Madam, does your hand hurt from hitting me?"
After saying that, he gently patted Yao Jin's hand twice, signaling her to release the sword.
"What are you doing?" Yao Jin pushed him away, and when she noticed his gaze, she found it unbelievable. "You're going to die, you don't want to break this sword, do you?"
Upon hearing this, the Frostflower Sword immediately let out a short, dissatisfied whistle, tauting its blade.
Meng Ji ignored it and only looked at Yao Jin, saying, "It's made you suffer; it's not a good sword."
Yao Jin covered her stinging face, choked for a moment, and said, "You're so stupid. Don't you have a handkerchief? Why did you use your sleeve to wipe your face?"
She lowered her hand, revealing a red mark on her cheek.
Even though Meng Ji didn't know how delicate the girl's skin was before, he eventually glimpsed it from the countless bottles and jars on the dressing table as they spent time together day and night.
He was usually very careful, but now he made a big mistake because of panic.
Meng Ji was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he was the culprit. "It's my fault, Madam."
Before Yao Jin's anger had subsided, Shuang Huajian glanced at Meng Ji, then at Yao Jin, and suddenly leaned forward with a cheeky grin.
The sword hovered in the air, hesitated for a moment, and emitted some red light intermittently. Then, as if it had thought of something, it returned to its silver-white blade without hesitation.
It is a sharp sword with a smooth blade that can reflect a person's image.
Now, as they drew closer, a flash of silver light appeared, and Yao Jin's upper face was clearly reflected on the inch-long sword—her eyebrows and eyes were still hers, but two small, bubble-like horns were now atop her head!
Yao Jin's eyes widened immediately, and his hand unconsciously reached for his head.
Finding nothing amiss, Yao Jin immediately slapped Shuang Hua away.
She coldly rebuked, "What a worthless sword!"
"Just like its owner, it's annoying."
Meng Ji saw the reflection on the Yao Jin Pa Shuang Hua sword and immediately stepped back.
At the same time, the small words in the palm of his hand reappeared—Investigate the past events of the Frostflower Sword, and the reward has been issued (Memory Fragment 2).
— [70% countdown to 1L].
This is the thing that's causing the trouble!
Upon seeing this, Yao Jin immediately became alert and hid his hand.
Meng Ji looked at her, a faint smile passing through his eyes.
His wife was indeed like the cat he had when he was a child; she had a bad temper and when she was angry, she would stretch out her sharp little claws, baring her teeth and claws, but she could not cause any real harm.
Moreover, the lady has a captivating appearance, and even if the reason is absurd, she can make people willingly submit and endure her scolding.
Meng Ji felt a strange itch in his teeth. He touched the back tooth that had been damaged by sweets. "But Madam didn't say that last night."
How so?
Back then, when he was exhausted from shaking the gold, he would say all sorts of nonsense.
She said things like, "She likes him the most," and "She'll never get tired of him," and so on.
Now it was Yao Jin's turn to grit her teeth; she felt that Xiao Daojun was incredibly bored.
"Silence!" Xu Jinan walked over at this moment. He glanced at Yao Jin and asked Meng Ji, "What's going on?"
"It's the elder! That's great! The elder has arrived!" The disciples in the school all sheathed their swords, feeling relieved.
Yao Jin had an idea. He walked over and grabbed a student, asking, "Who is this person? He looks like he's of high status?"
The student replied, "He is the Supreme Elder, the Immortal Lord's master."
The student's name was Chen Hui, and he was considered one of the more senior students in the school.
Yao Jin gave an "oh" and asked, "Is he here to question me?"
Chen Hui was about to ask who it was, but when he turned around and saw it was his master's wife, he patiently explained, "Don't worry, Master's wife, Elder Xu is the kindest person, and he's good to the Immortal Lord, so he shouldn't do that."
Suddenly, Chi Yi in front of him let out a cold laugh.
Hearing the voice, Chen Hui felt offended and immediately turned around, saying, "You!"
Chi Yi raised an eyebrow at him, laughing arrogantly, "What's wrong with me?"
Upon recognizing the person who made the voice, Chen Hui immediately replied shyly, "No, it's nothing."
Finding the two amusing, Yao Jin found an empty seat nearby and sat down.
As Chen Hui said, Elder Xu's question was probably just a simple inquiry.
A short while later, Elder Xu and Meng Ji entered the school.
Elder Xu stroked his beard and looked at everyone with a smile, "What happened just now?"
Xu Jinan had been out of the public eye for a long time and looked somewhat haggard, but the lingering prestige of the former sect leader remained.
The question was immediately answered by someone below, "Elder, there was demonic energy just now!"
"There's actually a demon?" Elder Xu was furious upon hearing this. "Meng Ji, why didn't you mention this earlier?"
"Could it be that you've actually harbored thoughts of protecting a demon?"
Meng Ji lowered his eyes, and the Frostflower Sword appeared in his hand. "Reporting to Master, that is not demonic energy, but Frostflower."
These words caused an uproar in the school.
A murmur of discussion immediately arose—"Master's sword actually possesses demonic energy?"
"Heavens! Could it be that Master has also been tainted by demonic energy...?"
"hiss!"
Amidst the commotion, Meng Ji seemed oblivious. He clasped his hands together and respectfully handed over the sword, saying, "After Shuanghua came out of the Demon Realm, some of her demonic energy was not refined, which is why the disciples mistook her for someone else."
As a celestial sword and the sect leader's natal sword, Shuanghua holds extraordinary significance within the immortal sect.
Now that the immortal sword has been tainted by demonic energy, the faith in the hearts of the disciples has crumbled considerably.
Seeing the incredulous looks on everyone's faces, Xu Jinan felt a sense of satisfaction. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply with heartache, and said, "So be it, so be it, you are my disciple, I..."
This sigh caused Chen Hui's heart to ache.
Chen Hui clutched his chest, tears welling in his eyes. "The elder truly loves the immortal lord so much! Look at him, he looks like he's aged a hundred years in an instant. To have such a master is to have no regrets in life!"
Upon hearing this, Chi Yi clicked his tongue and said, "These two are a perfect match, one hypocritical and the other cold-blooded."
Because of Xu Jinan's actions, there were some dissenting voices in the school, some saying it was condoning, and others praising Xu Jinan.
Xu Jinan listened silently, stroking his beard and chuckling softly. After a while, he finally managed to reassure everyone.
The school returned to quiet.
Xu Jinan: "I am here today on behalf of your master to give you extra lessons in preparation for the Immortal Sect Competition in a month."
Xu Jinan was clearly prepared. He took out a stack of papers from his bag and distributed them to everyone, explaining to each of them the opponents they might encounter a month later.
Then they began to analyze the scoring points that each Daoist couple lost in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition a hundred years ago.
Yao Jin stared blankly at the densely packed small characters, his expression gradually becoming dazed. He endured it for a long time, but couldn't bear it any longer, and finally fell asleep.
——
"Madam, is school very interesting?" Xiao Juan asked Yao Jin as she prepared tea and dried fruit.
Those who could attend school either came from outstanding families or were exceptionally talented, neither of which was relevant to Xiao Juan.
However, this did not diminish Xiao Juan's longing.
Shaking his head, which had initially made him a little more awake, made him want to doze off again after hearing Xiao Juan's words.
She rested her chin on her hand, looking drowsy, and said, "It's not interesting at all."
Xiao Juan was skeptical. "How could that be? Mount Buzhou is full of powerful figures giving lectures, and the eight major sects are all vying to send people here!"
Yao Jin saw Xiao Juan's longing, paused, and slowly explained, "You said yourself that they are powerful beings. Their cultivation is so profound that they have long forgotten how to start from the bottom."
“It’s like if we want to eat fruit, we just pick it and eat it.” She thought for a moment and tried to explain as clearly as possible, “But the great beings you mentioned are different. They need to trace the origin, explain the mysteries of heaven and earth, how heaven and earth painstakingly nurtured the fruit, and how many years it took before it reached our hands.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Juan understood, "So it's about complicating simple things."
Yao Jin grunted and picked up a candied fruit, saying, "You're quite clever."
"The greatest truths are the simplest. What's the point of tracing back so much? As long as there's a result, isn't that enough?" Yao Jin tossed the candied fruit into the air and caught it with his mouth.
She's always accurate, and she never makes a mistake when she does this.
Xiao Juan was stunned by the praise and couldn't come to her senses for a long time. "Madam, this is the first time someone has praised me like this."
Yao Jin tossed another candied fruit, and after playing around with it for a while, he put the candied fruit in his mouth and pushed it to the side of his cheek. "You are naturally smart. If you weren't smart, you wouldn't have been able to cultivate to the Qi Refining Realm."
Cultivation requires a good master; without guidance, one will inevitably take many detours.
Xiao Juan was not born tall, and it is indeed quite remarkable that she was able to cultivate to the Qi Refining stage without any guidance.
The problem is, no one has ever said that to Xiaojuan.
Cultivation is truly arduous; life is long, yet time is fleeting.
Once one enters a meditative state, several years can pass in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Juan has lived for decades; in the mortal world, she would be old enough to be a grandmother.
In Yao Jin's words, she found the joy of her early days when she had just established her foundation in the distant past—what was she thinking back then?
She thought that once she entered the immortal sect, she must work even harder so that she could bring her elderly parents and younger brother to live a comfortable life.
However, under the strict rules of the immortal sect, he repeatedly felt the chasm between classes.
In her deep despair, she began to betray her friends for petty gains, and was willing to harm others for cold, condescending promises...
But it wasn't always like this; she was just a peasant girl selling flowers in Xinghua Village.
Tears welled up in Xiao Juan's eyes. She looked at Yao Jin, then suddenly reached out and knocked over the remaining candied fruit on the table. "Don't eat it!"
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