Chapter 29 You Can Also Be Called a Mother
"If your brain is useless, you can donate it." Yao Jin coldly uttered, not even bothering to look at Pi Wang.
Po Wang's mind wasn't working properly, but he knew one thing, enough to bring Yao Jin to his senses: "But you're a demon. Does becoming the sect leader's wife really make you a human?"
Upon hearing this, Yao Jin's face turned deathly pale.
Po Wang looked at her, touched his neck, and still felt the pain of his skull being severed by the sword. "That was a celestial lord. Knowing you are a demon, what good end could you possibly have?"
“I am a case in point. Let alone if you were his wife, even if you were his master’s wife, he would still kill you.”
"You are a demon, and you are destined for a bad end."
“But he…” Yao Jin couldn’t finish her sentence.
Po Wang didn't dare to push him too hard. Anyway, once the Demon King father was resurrected, Yao Jin would naturally return. So he changed the subject, "Now that you've regained your memories, let's go get that stone tonight. With the stone, we can first gather some of Father's soul."
As everyone knows, the Demon King is a great lord, but few people know that the four demons under his command all call him father.
A hundred years ago, ever since Meng Ji killed the Demon King, the Four Demons have been searching for a way to resurrect him. As the leader of the Four Demons, and cherished by the Demon King like a precious jewel, Yao Jin would naturally spare no effort to resurrect his father.
It's laughable, really. The Demon King only favored Yao Jin a little because she was a girl. And Yao Jin only respected and loved her father. How did it get out that Yao Jin fell in love with her father?
Po Wang couldn't understand it, so he stopped thinking about it. Since he didn't hear a refusal, he tacitly agreed that the matter would take place tonight. "Then let's make it happen tonight."
Yao Jin: "Not tonight."
“Not tonight, he’ll come.” Yao Jin knew she was being punished in the Discipline Hall, and he would definitely come to comfort her.
Even if he doesn't come, she will still go.
She knew the answer herself.
But Po Wang's expression tightened. Through the annoying crack in the door, he could smell the blood on that stinking Taoist priest. Jealousy made him unrecognizable. "What do you mean, Yao Jin? Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him, do you?"
Yao Jin was baffled. "I said he would come. If he can't see me, wouldn't he look for me?"
Po Wang's eyes lit up instantly. He already had an idea, but he shamelessly said, "Yes, yes, our Lord Yao Jin is the most resourceful. You can deal with him tonight, and I'll go find Po Jun and the others."
Buzhou Mountain is a major sect, and even Powang isn't entirely confident he can escape unscathed after obtaining the Mirror of Reversion. However, two of the Four Demons remain; finding them all would increase their chances of victory.
It seems he'll have to stay in this dead body for a few more days.
Po Wang thought to himself, "What a bad omen!" Then he remembered another demon besides Po Jun, and started swearing.
And just as Yao Jin had predicted, Meng Ji indeed arrived that very night.
However, before coming, he placed the lotus lantern in the study.
The candlelight flickered, and a dark shadow drifted out from the wick. Seeing no one around, Xiao Juan glanced around before quietly leaving the study.
While the soul may have many flaws, it possesses one unique quality: the ability to hide in the shadows unnoticed by anyone.
Xiao Juan, who was hiding in the lotus lantern during the day, overheard those words. Elder Xu was dead, and the heart-protecting lotus that Miss had promised her was still nowhere to be found. She was anxious and offered a suggestion, "Miss, you can use the Mirror of Origin to save the elder."
Leng Dandan's face twisted in disgust. "You idiot, why are you listening to them?"
Xiao Juan was extremely surprised. "Miss, if the Mirror of Origin isn't with you, then where could it be?"
That's a good question, and Leng Dandan wants to know too.
However, having suddenly lost her biological father, Leng Dandan matured in an instant. She knew that she would have to rely on her senior brother in the future, so she needed to have some trump cards in hand. She said to Xiao Juan, "Don't rush this. You wait here. I'll go and see the Qiao family first."
After speaking, he transformed into a ray of light and disappeared from the Wugou Pavilion.
"The Qiao family!" Liu Xiaoshun's eyes widened immediately, and he transformed into a beam of light and followed after them.
The room was small and dimly lit.
On the mottled walls, some paper-like shells were peeled off along the eaves.
Leng Dandan's bloodshot eyes narrowed involuntarily as she stared at the withered woman, mentally calculating her remaining lifespan. "You..."
She had been locked up here for far too long, so long that Qiao initially thought she was hallucinating, until she heard breathing sounds in the room that didn't belong to her.
She suddenly stood up, "Immortal, Immortal, have you come to save me, Zhi Changsheng?"
But there was no such thing as immortality; all she had was a cold, timid face, her eyes reddening. "Madam Qiao, Brother Meng... he's been seduced..."
Before she could even finish a sentence, she burst into tears.
During her years of imprisonment, Leng Dandan described Meng Ji as having secretly fallen in love with her, and Leng Dandan had long since changed her address to Madam Qiao.
"Madam" is the term used in aristocratic families to refer to the matriarch.
How proud I am to be addressed with such respect and warmth by such noble monks!
Qiao's aged face tightened with wrinkles. "Nannan, look at you. That child is mine. How could I not know his temperament?"
It's no wonder that Madam Qiao didn't believe it. Over the years, even if she hadn't taught Meng Ji much, she had still taught him enough. Just as a duke or marquis cannot marry a peasant, or a princess cannot marry a groom, he should know who should be paired with whom.
Leng Dandan was scolded and really didn't want to argue with this stupid woman anymore, but she had no choice but to swallow her anger and say, "Madam Qiao, you really don't know how shrewd that woman is. Her eyes are like hooks, they can seduce people."
It's not that Leng Dandan is trying to boost the morale of others while diminishing our own; it's just that Yao Jinsheng has a very handsome appearance, and his eyes seem to speak like a fairy.
Through the description, Qiao Shi had a general idea in her mind. The days of being imprisoned had been too long, and the days in the Immortal Sect had been too painful. So long that all she could think of was the most glorious time when she was a maid.
Unconsciously, Madam Qiao identified herself as a young lady from a prestigious family, and what she disliked most were those seductive sluts. "He dares! He's my son, and whatever I tell him to do, he has to do!"
Leng Dandan was waiting for this sentence. She cried and threw herself into Qiao's arms, "Mother, you don't know, that bitch, she... she also killed my father."
"What!" Qiao was immediately thrown into a panic. "The immortal is dead, he's dead?"
Qiao pushed Leng Dandan away, her expression frantic, "He's dead, what am I going to do, what am I going to do..."
For years I willingly remained trapped here, all for the sake of immortality, all for the sake of youth, and now all that illusion has vanished.
Who dares? You dare!
The pain from being pushed against the wall was still there, but Leng Dandan couldn't help but laugh as she hugged her arms. She looked at the door of the secret room and said, "It's all her fault, it's all her fault! If she hadn't killed my father, and my senior brother had married me, my father would naturally have extended your life."
“Now that my father is dead…” Leng Dandan thought of her father, and tears fell again, her eyes filled with deep resentment.
“My father is dead. There’s nothing we can do. There’s nothing we can do.” She took a few steps back, cried, and left the secret room without closing the door behind her.
“How could this be… It’s impossible, this is impossible, how could an immortal die…” Qiao murmured, her eyes fixed on the doorway.
step
Two steps
She can regain her freedom as long as she leaves this place.
She's going to kill that little bitch!
Qiao thought.
Just as Madam Qiao stepped out the door, a hand suddenly reached out. "Madam, the Immortal Lord has been looking for you for a long time!"
Although the woman's hair was gray, Liu Xiaoshun was still able to identify Qiao Shi by her familiar features. The person he had been searching for for so long had finally appeared. He was so excited that he couldn't express it, and thus missed the fleeting madness in Qiao Shi's eyes.
Qiao pursed her lips. "He... has he become a Celestial Lord now?"
Liu Xiaoshun led Qiao Shi ahead, explaining as he went, "Yes, Immortal Lord is already a Nascent Soul cultivator, something many people envy but can't achieve."
Qiao lowered her head. "Then my son must have a very prominent position now?"
Qiao didn't understand what realm was, but through Liu Xiaoshun's description, she had some guesses in her mind.
As expected, Liu Xiaoshun immediately agreed as soon as he finished speaking. He also wanted to make the Immortal Lord look good in front of his mother. "Of course, the Immortal Lord is now the sect leader and is respected by thousands."
As they were talking, the secret room appeared.
Liu Xiaoshun placed his natal sword under his feet, leaped into the air and rode on his sword, then turned to Qiao Shi and reached out his hand, "Madam, please come up as well."
The conversation proceeded as usual. Seeing that Qiao Shi didn't seem like a madwoman, Liu Xiaoshun couldn't wait to reunite her with the Immortal Lord.
Qiao looked at the sword with a sense of panic. A hundred years ago, it was the same sword, and she was treated with the same respect, yet it had trapped her for half her life.
She took several steps back, saying, "What are you doing! My son is the sect leader."
These words flattered Liu Xiaoshun. He jumped to the ground and scratched his head, "Madam, what are you saying? I'm here to welcome you and the Immortal Lord to reunite."
Seeing that no one believed him, he quickly raised his hand and swore, "It's true, I have been with the Immortal Lord for a hundred years. I am the Immortal Lord's subordinate, and the Immortal Lord is also my master. How could I dare to harm you, Madam?"
"The Immortal Lord has been searching for you for so many years. He is looking for the Mirror of Origin in order to extend your lifespan."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Qiao paused.
Just then, a gentle breeze carried a message—"Mother, come back with him."
The sound was slow and gentle, low in the quiet night, like a jar of fine, strong wine.
With no further doubt, Qiao mounted her sword with Liu Xiaoshun's respectful assistance.
As time passed and the stars and moon passed by in the sky, she stared blankly.
Upon arriving at the main hall of Wugou Pavilion, a group of fairy-like maids bowed to her. Before Qiao Shi's heart could settle down, it began to flutter again.
Looking at the high-sitting immortal, her maternal love seemed to return, and she rushed over, crying, "My son, my son."
But no matter how fast an elderly woman is, she can't walk very fast.
Qiao walked with a faltering gait, the desire in his eyes impossible to conceal.
But none of the maids who came to greet her dared to laugh at her easily. They were even secretly observing how the immortal lord treated this seemingly crazy old woman, so that they could deal with her in different ways later.
As a former servant, Qiao immediately noticed these gazes.
Having been confined in the secret chamber for so long, even as a prisoner, she hadn't received good treatment, despite her willingness. Those cultivators, so ethereal and otherworldly in their pursuit of immortality, had long forgotten that mortals, besides three meals a day, also have other needs.
Under these circumstances, Qiao couldn't remember how long it had been since she had taken a bath. She could even smell the damp, musty smell on her body. Her hands were covered in grime, and there was dirt mixed in with her fingernails.
“Son, you’ve made something of yourself…” Madam Qiao placed her muddy hands on him.
In order for Yao Jin to be able to go to school, Meng Ji acted as the guarantor in his capacity as the sect leader. During this period, he did not wear the Taoist robe representing the sect leader, but instead wore a loose white robe.
White is the most pristine color, so even the slightest stain can be seen.
However, Yao Jin preferred Meng Ji to wear white. In her heart, she felt that a true immortal like Meng Ji should be detached from the mortal world.
But these ethereal clothes now bear several deep fingerprints.
"Mother, mother didn't mean it, mother just... missed you so much." Qiao looked a little flustered, and kept patting the dust with both hands, but the more she patted, the more the dust became.
"It's alright," Meng Ji said. "It's good that you're alright."
Qiao's eyes, which had been filled with tears of fear, immediately lit up with a smile. She knew it, she knew it! She knew that her son would soften his heart with just a little bit of care.
Madam Qiao felt pleased with herself, but said with deep affection, "So many years have passed, your mother has missed you so much, let me take a good look at you."
She gripped the white clothes even tighter, watching the stain spread further and further.
Suddenly, a cup or saucer came flying at us, whistling through the air, and a girl's sharp cry rang out at the same time—"Who dares to grab Little Daoist!"
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Author's Note: Babies, no rankings this week, updates every other day [shy emoji], also taking this opportunity to accumulate chapters.
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