Chapter 16 It's better to leave everything to the madam.
Liu Xiaoshun was unaware of what happened afterward, only knowing that the Immortal Lord emerged from the Weak Water Pavilion covered in wounds, carrying a young girl in his arms.
The girl lay on the ground, a faint magical aura slowly emanating from her.
Liu Xiaoshun gripped his sword, pointing it at the girl. "Immortal Lord, what did you say just now without the Mirror of Reversal? It must be her. She's a demon, a ghost she created to punish you!"
“She is not a witch, but just a wisp of soul from another world,” Meng Ji said. “The Mirror of Origin has been tampered with. Although it looks exactly the same, it is not real. It’s just that Xu Jinan can’t find out yet. Once the illusion wears off, it will have nothing to do with me.”
Meng Ji didn't want to talk about this matter anymore; how to find it and what methods to use were things for later.
But now there is something more important to say, waiting for him to say, "She saved me, I want to marry her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xiaoshun choked. He didn't understand. "Immortal Lord, even if she's not a witch, even if she saved you, she's still not worthy..."
"Just give them something to get rid of them."
The Immortal Lord has had a difficult journey, and now that he has won a great victory, he should marry Xu Jinan's daughter. This would save him from many detours.
Meng Ji scoffed, "There's no such thing as being worthy or not. I was just a nobody to begin with."
Before he was taken in, he was nothing more than the child of a lowly slave.
Without the bones of an immortal, he would not be able to embark on this path, and like the children of millions of lowly slaves in this world, he would have died long ago.
Given his original life trajectory, there's no question of whether he's a good match or not.
Liu Xiaoshun had followed the immortal for many years. When he realized that the immortal was referring to his past in the mortal world, he immediately fell silent. As a servant, he could not interfere with his master's decision, and his previous words were all presumptuous.
However, Liu Xiaoshun still couldn't accept it. "Immortal Lord, your injuries weren't because of her, were they?"
Liu Xiaoshun finally understood where the Immortal Lord's injuries came from. Trying to break off the engagement with Old Daoist Xu Jinan wouldn't go unpunished. Not having his skin peeled off was already a relief.
Meng Ji didn't care, only saying, "It is right to be punished for failing to keep the agreement."
Liu Xiaoshun didn't quite agree and muttered a curse under his breath, "Xu Jinan is a piece of trash."
But then Liu Xiaoshun suddenly remembered something and asked, "Immortal Lord, you managed to escape danger, you must have paid a price?"
"It's just a whip, give it to him." Meng Ji never cared about such material possessions.
"Alas, but that's the God-Slaying Whip!" Liu Xiaoshun sighed, feeling that the Immortal Lord was too old-fashioned. This marriage was originally forced upon him by Old Daoist Xu, who relied on his elder status. Even if he wanted to go back on his word, the price was far too high.
But now that the matter was settled, Liu Xiaoshun could only respectfully kowtow to the girl on the ground and ask, "May I ask what your name is, Madam?"
Meng Jining looked at her and uttered two words—"Shaking Gold".
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"Shake the gold!"
Thick clouds obscured the sun, a fierce wind swept through, and rolling thunder and lightning revealed the displeasure of Heaven.
The lightning bolts twisted into several strands, one chasing after another as they struck down, precisely in the direction of the Immaculate Pavilion.
"Shake the gold!" Meng Ji's expression changed drastically. Ignoring Liu Xiaoshun, who was kneeling on the ground and about to report, he quickly disappeared.
Inside the Wugou Pavilion, Yao Jin lay unconscious on the ground, but his demonic aura lingered, permeating the entire room for a long time.
Seeing this, Meng Ji's expression darkened slightly. He carefully avoided the flailing snake tail, took out a long, lotus-shaped lantern from his bag, and tossed it into the air.
As soon as the lotus lamp wick received the demonic energy, its radiance shone brightly, and then the entire petal opened up, spreading out in the room.
The demonic energy was slowly subsided, and the snake's tail, which had been agitated, gradually shrank.
"Shake the gold." Meng Ji's long fingers brushed through her sweat-dampened temples, channeling his spiritual power to gather her hair.
The snake's tail slowly shrank into Yao Jin's body, and as all this happened, lightning outside was also lurking menacingly.
The massive, thick lightning bolt paused in mid-air, and finally, after all the demonic energy had dissipated, it reluctantly fell down—the sound boomed, pierced through the roof, and struck Meng Ji's side.
Mengji glanced at it, then reached out and grabbed it with his fingers.
The lingering light and electricity were caught by bare hands. If a powerful cultivator were to witness this scene, it would likely spark many more speculations.
This is clearly not the level of cultivation one should have at the Nascent Soul stage.
Meng Ji held the lightning bolt in his hand and glanced at the soul hovering in the air out of the corner of his eye.
Where the gaze fell, the lotus lantern immediately extended its long lotus, enveloping the lingering soul, and then slowly shrank back to its original ordinary lotus lantern form.
The lotus lantern returned to Meng Ji's arms, but Meng Ji's gaze fell on the face of the girl in his arms.
Their eyes met, and the girl's eyes shone with an eerie light, her pupils forming vertical lines. Because her demonic energy had been forcibly suppressed, two flames flickered within her pupils as she stared at him unhappily.
Meng Ji looked down at her, his spiritual energy still circulating in his hands.
The surging immortal power, radiating golden light, lingered before the two of them.
Yao Jin felt his face being burned by the scalding spiritual energy, and quickly shrank back. Then, his eyes flickered, he blinked, and buried his head in the boy's arms.
She pressed her lips to his chin, "Little Taoist priest, we meet again."
Yao Jin deliberately softened her tone; in the past, when she spoke like that, even the dead would be moved to tears.
But the Taoist priest in front of them had a calm expression, as solemn as a Bodhisattva with lowered eyes in a temple.
Without ruthless measures, there is no compassion.
Suddenly, Yao Jin recalled that scene from a hundred years ago. She felt angry and clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could reach out and scratch his dead face.
Just as she was about to reach out, Meng Ji suddenly spoke up when he saw her long, sharp fingernails, "Have you thought this through? If you don't go back and hide now, you might never be able to go back."
Upon hearing this, Yao Jin froze, sweat rolling down his forehead and landing on his white chest.
Her hand withdrew inch by inch, then her eyes rolled back to their round shape as she stared at him. "Husband, what are you saying? I don't understand."
She thought she had disguised herself very well, perfectly mimicking her arrogant demeanor from her youth.
But too much time has passed. She has been trapped in this shell, and her daily act of pretending to provide small-print reminders has already exhausted her remaining demonic energy. She has no idea how her younger self would have reacted if she had met her husband.
Meng Ji's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly brushed the girl aside, saying, "Don't imitate her, it's disgusting."
"I'm going to die!" Yao Jin fell to the ground, her nose almost hitting the floor. "Who copied her?!"
That's her!
But Yao Jin didn't dare say that; she didn't dare reveal the matter until the plan was fully successful.
Meng Ji paused for a moment at those words, then immediately looked up, his eyes filled with scrutiny.
“You…” He reached out to help.
Yao Jin muttered curses under his breath, but stopped abruptly when he saw the young Taoist's outstretched hand out of the corner of his eye.
A moment later, her eyes rolled slightly, and she pressed her face against that hand, saying, "Husband."
“My husband cherishes me so much, why not revive ‘it’ as well? That way, I will surely remember your kindness and obey your every word.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Ji immediately withdrew his outstretched hand, took a step back with an annoyed look in his eyes, and a wisp of spiritual light appeared in his hand.
The force he was relying on was suddenly withdrawn, and Yao Jin's entire body lost its grip, falling heavily back to the ground.
Looking at the ground so close at hand, her face turned ashen this time.
Before she could even open her mouth to curse, a lotus lantern radiating golden light appeared out of thin air.
The lotus wick has slowly bloomed, its beautiful petals emitting rays of golden light.
The golden horns immediately popped out in fright, "You stinking Taoist priest!"
"You can't kill me! If you kill me, she'll die too!" Yao Jinshou braced himself on the ground, retreating in shame and anger.
However, the demonic energy that Yao Jin had accumulated over the years had been completely exhausted when he saved Xiao Juan, and Yao Jin was now powerless to fight back.
All he could do was utter a few words to save face before shrinking back into himself.
The demonic energy dissipated, and the room instantly brightened as the setting sun shone in, as if the room had never been shrouded in gloom.
"Hmm..." Yao Jin groaned softly, slowly waking up. She looked at the tall, handsome young man, who was staring intently out of the room, seemingly lost in thought.
As the sun and moon alternated and the sun set, a ray of rosy light pierced through the window, casting a soft halo over her beautiful face, making her appear ethereal, like a celestial being descending to earth.
But the boy's eyes were unreadable. He crossed his arms and looked like a wax figure, exuding an empty and dull feeling.
Yao Jin was momentarily stunned, but suddenly his palm crackled with electricity, and small characters appeared.
— Hit him!
—Quest Reward: [Memory Fragment 1]
The ink was thick and dark, exuding a solemn and imposing aura, yet the message it conveyed was astonishing—this was the first time small characters had appeared in this manner.
This time the force wasn't as strong as before. Yao Jin estimated the situation when the small characters appeared before, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
She clenched her fist and approached the window step by step.
The crescent moon rises, its slivers of light flickering between light and shadow.
The small, black characters flickered even more brightly, vibrating intermittently.
Yao Jin stepped into the moonlight, watching the excited little characters slowly approach.
One step, two steps.
Until they got very close to Xiao Daojun's back.
Shake your breath, hold your hand, and slowly raise it.
Under the silvery moonlight, the girl's pretty silhouette was stretched out on the ground.
The hand clenched loosely, the fingernails swaying in the candlelight, inch by inch, revealing a sharp and long arc.
There was clearly no demonic aura, yet demonic aura permeated every corner.
At this point, all explanations are futile.
Based on the dogmas he had been taught over the years, Meng knew very well that he should act without hesitation at this moment.
He could just turn around and it would all be over.
'It' will not appear in the world, and there will be no trouble in the Three Realms.
But this was his wife, the wife with whom he had sworn an oath of life and death, a vow he had made to be with heaven and earth.
Even if the rules of the immortal sect are correct, if they are dangerous, they cannot be imposed on the lady.
Even if the lady is a demon, so what? As long as she stays by his side, even if 'it' is resurrected, he can kill 'it' again.
This went against the principles of the immortal sects, yet it resonated perfectly with his heart. Meng Ji's breathing became inexplicably rapid, and the speed of his blood flow suddenly increased, faster and faster, until his whole body trembled.
His heart was pounding like a drum.
He knew he longed for his wife. He wondered what she would do, what choices she would make, after thinking about how much she loved 'it'.
He thought that it would be better to make the choice himself.
It would be better to let the lady choose.
if……
Yao Jin was unaware that she was walking on the edge of life and death. She clenched her fists, her body almost overlapping with Meng Ji's back.
Suddenly, she punched him, not so much as a scolding, but more like flirting, "Little Daoist, you've scared me these past few days!"
Moonlight falls, conveying boundless tenderness.
Meng Ji blinked, turned around, and took her hand. "Yes, it's my fault."
Yao Jin felt a flush rise to her face at these words. She felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could only secretly open her palm to take a look.
The small characters lay peacefully in my palm, frozen in anger, no longer releasing electricity.
Yao Jin, seeing that the task had been completed, was extremely smug. "Of course it was your fault. How could it be my fault?"
But after she finished speaking, she remembered Xiao Juan and what she had said before she died.
Yao Jin curled his lip. "Xiao Juan is dead."
She didn't say that Leng Dandan wanted to harm her, because it was just a vague statement made by Xiao Juan before she died, and there was no substantial evidence.
Meng Ji pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back, but didn't mention what had just happened. He only said, "Hmm, I'm looking for one for you."
Without maids to serve, it is indeed quite inconvenient.
Especially when the gold-shaking technique has no spiritual power.
Having someone to serve her also brought many inconveniences, especially since she would occasionally revive from her death.
Yao Jin was torn for a moment, feeling that it was quite nice when no one was taking care of her, and there were no inconveniences or discomforts.
...
Wait, wasn't she a modern person before?
How could she have such a thought?
Yao Jin's face suddenly turned pale, and in an instant, her fingernails, strategy guide, and dream were all connected.
Those strange and abrupt things all crowded together, forcing Yao Jin to have no way to escape.
She already had a guess in her mind, and the voice in her throat sounded like it was being squeezed out, "Little Daoist, where is Shuanghua? Where did it go?"
We need to find Shuanghua quickly and find out if her guess is correct.
Meng Ji, however, was surprised by Yao Jin's question. He paused, then avoided the main point, asking, "What kind of maid does Yao Jin want?"
Yao Jin wouldn't listen at all, "Where's Shuang Hua?"
Helpless, Meng finally answered, "It's not with me."
The incident of the Frostflower Sword releasing demonic energy in the classroom was temporarily suppressed, but discussions behind its back continued.
Although some believe that with the power of the Immortal Lord, he will eventually be able to refine the demonic energy, and the Frost Flower Sword is nothing to fear.
However, some people inevitably panicked, fearing that the immortal lord would be entangled by demonic energy and fall into the demonic path.
Some even argued righteously that immortals and demons are irreconcilable enemies, and that the immortal lord should not protect a sword that had fallen into the demon realm—even if it was his natal sword, there should be an explanation.
Xu Jinan then took these voices with him and met with Meng Ji along with several elders.
"If it's not with you, where could it be?" Yao Jin couldn't imagine where his natal sword could have gone if it wasn't in his possession.
Moreover, she also needed to find out what had happened to the Frostflower Sword.
Yao Jin clung to him, determined to get an answer, "Little Daoist, just tell me..."
Fearing that Meng Ji would just give her a perfunctory answer again, Yao Jin's gaze swept across his face, from his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, his sharp jaw, and finally to his thin, red lips.
That look in his eyes was so blatant, it was impossible to ignore.
Meng Ji's body tensed up instantly, the muscles under his back taut like distinct blocks of hard rock, as if he were facing a powerful beast.
But when he realized that the almost defiant gaze came from his wife, he forced himself to suppress his burning fighting spirit.
His hands trembled with excitement, and he lowered his upper body slightly to accommodate the lady.
"Does Madam really want to know?"
Yao Jinxin dismissed the nonsense, her face flushing as she thought about her next move. The feeling of being suppressed returned, making her instinctively displeased.
She reached out and hooked her hand around Xiao Daojun's collar, suppressing the feeling of being controlled.
Then, with a twist of his hand and some force, he pulled the other person down by their clothes.
Nose to nose, face to face.
Yao Jin held on with one hand, while the other hand slid down the other's hair to the neck.
Almost as soon as the icy hand touched him, Meng Ji's long eyes trembled, and he was suddenly jolted.
It should be cold; the blood flowing in the bodies of cold-blooded animals is always cold.
They lurk in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike, and once they do, it's a fatal blow.
The exposed skin on his neck felt a chill, and the dirty, hot blood stopped flowing for a moment before gushing out, surging up onto the cold area and colliding wantonly through the flesh.
"Hmm..." The boy couldn't help but let out a low gasp.
With their faces touching, how could their scorching breaths not reach Yao Jin, who was clinging to him and refusing to give up?
Yao Jin was initially captivated by the gasp, but his interest was quickly piqued.
Her lips lightly touched it, yet seemed to drift away as if they hadn't touched it at all.
When she saw the other person's fine eyelashes flutter heavily, she couldn't help but burst into laughter—"Giggle, giggle."
The laughter was light and swaying, carrying a sense of triumph, yet also sounding somewhat familiar.
Meng Ji lowered his eyes and gazed intently at his wife.
Yao Jin couldn't discern the complex emotions behind it; her carefully considered thoughts suddenly changed at that moment.
If you give them enough the first time, how will you train them next time?
Yao Jin raised a slight brow, watching the boy's increasingly unfocused eyelashes, and suddenly yanked the boy's neck down hard.
The height from above finally satisfied Yao Jin.
She watched coldly, then chose the safest spot and pressed her lips against it as a reward.
There was a "smack" sound.
Meng Ji's breathing became somewhat disordered.
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