Chapter 4 Unwavering Determination
I didn't—these words were swallowed back down by Meng Ji. He stood up abruptly, and in his haste, the table was pushed aside a few steps, causing a considerable noise to erupt in the room.
Yao Jin chuckled as he watched Xiao Daojun's feet keep retreating.
She stood up, tilted her head, covered her mouth, coughed, and pressed her sleeve against Meng Ji's forehead, her voice sweet and gentle, "Look at you, why are you sweating?"
But Yao Jin couldn't hold back any longer after she finished speaking. She pulled back her sleeve and said, "Hahaha, Little Daoist, are you angry because you're embarrassed?"
The girl flicked her flowing sleeve, and with a forceful slap, it hit Meng Ji in the face.
With a "snap," the unique fragrance of a young lady from her boudoir wafted out.
The place suddenly became extremely quiet, so quiet that even the air stopped circulating.
The rich yet elegant fragrance filled the air, making my heart skip a beat.
Meng Ji stood there for a moment.
Yao Jin then saw how a white cloth turned into a red cloth.
In fact, the boy's skin was fair, and any trace of a mark could leave a mark on him. Now, his face, reddened by the handkerchief, first showed a red mark caused by the folds of his clothing, and then his entire face turned a deep red, as if stained.
Just like on our wedding night.
Yao Jin felt a little smug. That night, Xiao Daojun was ignorant and unaware of the feelings involved, and didn't know how to proceed. It was she who guided him.
She cruelly left bite marks on him, but never told him the correct way.
Little Daojun is also pitiful.
Yao Jinxin smacked her lips and touched his face with her fingertips.
Meng Ji took a few steps back, this time avoiding Yao Jin's touch on his face. He put his hands together and chanted, "Ice cold for eternity, all things are still, the heart should be calm, look to me alone, mind and spirit in one."
This is the Heart-Cleansing Mantra; it was this book that Yao Jin received as his first guide after entering the Immortal Sect.
Purifying the mind, calming the mind, and controlling the mind can soothe emotions; this is the first lesson every Taoist practitioner learns upon entering the path.
"No way, Little Daoist, you're a recluse, and you've actually gotten so jealous that you've lost your mind?" Yao Jin laughed heartily, bending over backwards with laughter.
The girl had jet-black hair, snow-white skin, and lips as red as pomegranate blossoms. At this moment, her eyes sparkled with laughter, and her entire being exuded not only beauty but also an indescribable arrogance.
[Look, so what if it's so amazing?]
In the end, you'll still be my devoted follower.
The witch's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Meng Ji was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't tell for a moment whether he had misheard the sound, so he looked up at his wife.
But then they saw the lady lifting her skirt with both hands, walking closer step by step.
The candlelight flickered, and the layers of her skirt spread out like ocean waves, revealing cherry-red, upturned shoes emerging from those waves. The pointed shoes, hidden among the spray, were quite mischievous, yet possessed a unique girlish charm.
Meng Ji's eyes were fixed on those little shoes with upturned toes when he heard a soft voice calling out, "Little Daoist."
That's the lady's voice.
But at this distance, this sound only makes one's heart pound wildly.
Meng Ji suddenly released his hand that was raised to chant the incantation, his chest pounding like drums. This time, he dared not raise his head again. "It's late at night. I'm going back to my study to settle down."
A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and the figure vanished in an instant. Yao Jin was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events and stared blankly at the empty brick floor beside him.
Thinking of that figure, that boy who seemed to be chased by a wild beast, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Although I forgot to ask Xuan Shuang again, it's alright."
She had already gone back to her study, and she hadn't even thought of asking her any further questions.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my palm.
Yao Jin looked down at the small characters in her palm that were slowly fading. The characters had appeared three times today, and according to her observation, the limit for these characters was three times.
Limited by its small size, it seemed unwilling to give up and made a final, desperate effort before disappearing.
Snake patterns began to appear on Yao Jin's palms, and his fingernails grew longer and darker as the snake patterns swelled!
This scene horrified Yao Jin, and for a moment she thought of the demon.
She raised her hand in alarm and found that the snake pattern and the black aura on her fingernails were slowly fading away, but her fingernails had grown to a full ten inches long.
This bizarre situation made Yao Jin immediately rush to find scissors. After frantically searching for a pair of small scissors, Yao Jin fiercely twisted her long, sharp fingernails.
The nails then returned to their original length, but the shape was somewhat ugly, which made Yao Jin even angrier.
...
"Madam, Madam?" Xiao Juan called out twice after not hearing any movement for a long time.
Yao Jin suddenly snapped back to reality, staring at her fingernails, her pupils shrinking sharply.
I just cut it last night, how come it's grown back so much!
Yao Jin felt a surge of panic, withdrew his fingers, and looked at Xiao Juan, who was still kneeling on the ground crying. He noticed the jade pendant hanging on her body and suddenly became suspicious.
Could it be her?
Or is it the coldness behind her...?
Yao Jin suddenly had an idea. She suddenly covered her mouth with her sleeve and let out a sob, "Xiao Juan, of course I know you are doing this for my own good."
The sobs continued intermittently. Yao Jin reached out to help Xiao Juan up while continuing to cry, "But you know how stubborn the Immortal Lord is. What should I do if he decides I'm wrong?"
Fortunately, no one else knew the truth. Xiao Juan only knew that Meng Ji was angry, which is why Yao Jin dared to make up such a mess.
Hearing the panicked and helpless cries, Xiao Juan finally reverted to her previous haughty attitude: Look, she's just a mortal, easily frightened by a little trouble. How could she possibly compete with her young mistress?
Without needing any help from the golden shackles, Xiao Juan quickly got up on her own. She stopped crying and recalled what her mistress had told her. "Madam, I do have a way that will surely appease the Immortal Lord."
Yao Jin's sobbing stopped abruptly. "What method?"
Xiao Juan leaned over and whispered something to Yao Jin's ear.
Yao Jin's eyes widened slightly at these words, and she was so surprised that she forgot to cry. "How can this be? Such a big matter should be discussed with Junior Sister Leng in person."
Perhaps if we meet Leng Dandan, we'll find out if she's the mastermind behind this little thing.
Xiao Juan, however, thought it wouldn't work. If this matter succeeded, it would be a jaw-dropping event; if it failed, she would be disgraced, and how could the young lady possibly come out?
“Madam, this…” Xiao Juan was about to object.
Yao Jin hurriedly covered her chest with her hand, looking extremely frightened. "No, what if the person who relayed this message made a mistake? What if you, a servant, misunderstood?"
"This servant doesn't know," Xiao Juan explained, unconvinced.
Yao Jin didn't listen at all. She turned around, rolled her eyes, and covered her ears with both hands. "No way, I won't do it if I can't see Junior Sister Leng."
Seeing how terrified the person was, Xiao Juan felt a surge of disdain. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Alright, I'll go and talk to Miss."
The immortal sects are all cultivators, and Xiao Juan also has cultivation. Although her cultivation is not deep, she can still transmit her voice over a distance.
Xiao Juan made a hand gesture with her fingertips, then pulled out the jade pendant from her waist and tapped it twice.
Jade tablets are communication tools in the cultivation world, and require spiritual power to activate.
After Xiao Juan infused it with spiritual energy, the jade tablet flashed white light, transforming into a ray of silver light that traveled out from the Wugou Pavilion.
Seeing this, a hint of envy flashed in Yao Jin's eyes.
After a while, the jade pendant in Xiao Juan's hand shimmered, and a golden butterfly emerged from it.
Yao Jin looked at the letter butterfly, and her heart skipped a beat.
Only Golden Core cultivators can activate the Letter Butterfly, so it seems Leng Dandan has broken through.
The cultivation system in this world is as follows: Qi Refining - Foundation Establishment - Golden Core - Nascent Soul - Deity Transformation - Void Refining - Body Integration - Mahayana.
There are many Golden Core stage cultivators, but not that many.
Most cultivators who reach the Golden Core stage have cultivated for a long time. Young people who can reach the Golden Core stage are either raised on rare and precious treasures or have outstanding talent.
Leng Dandan clearly belongs to the former category.
"Miss said it's fine. She will meet Madam at the Muchi River at midnight tonight." Xiao Juan relayed the message after reading it, and then brought over some candied fruit that Yao Jin loves to eat. "Madam, please wait a little longer. It'll help you pass the time while you eat something."
"Okay, I understand." Yao Jin casually picked up a candied fruit and put it in her mouth. Of course, she wouldn't just wait idly. "It's still early. I'll take a nap first. Wake me up at midnight."
After saying that, she twisted her waist slightly and went to the couch to catch up on her sleep.
It's only the hour of You (5-7 PM) now, and there are still six hours until midnight. That means Xiao Juan has to keep thinking about this matter for the next six hours, and to prevent any accidents, she has to stay by Yao Jin's side at all times.
Cultivators can be free from sleep, but only those at the Golden Core stage or above need to rest. Those below the Golden Core stage still need to rest.
Xiao Juan, a Qi Refining cultivator, also had to do some chores every day, relying on her nighttime rest to replenish the spiritual energy she lost each day.
This instruction made Xiao Juan furious, but when she thought of her mistress's scolding in the letter, she was helpless and could only stay there angrily, her teeth grinding together.
Yao Jin snorted when he heard the noise, and ignored it.
She even turned around impatiently, saying, "Where did this rat come from? Xiao Juan, go and look for it in the hall."
Mouse Xiaojuan: ...
I got even angrier.
Under the flickering candlelight, Xiao Juan's furious back was reflected on the wall; she seemed to have forgotten all manners in her anger.
Yao Jin withdrew her gaze, her red lips curling up in a smug and provocative smile. But this smugness didn't last long. Suddenly, a surge of electricity exploded within her body, this time with overwhelming force, carrying an unprecedented violent rage.
Yao Jin immediately let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood flowed from his lips.
After finally suppressing the intense pain, Yao Jin's face darkened, and he coldly looked at his palm—[Resurrect 'it']
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The night was as still as water
Even though Xiaojuan tried to stay awake, she couldn't resist the waves of drowsiness. Her eyelids opened and closed intermittently, but eventually, she closed her eyes again amidst the fragrant aroma.
He covered his mouth and nose with the golden shawl, extinguished the calming incense in the incense burner with water, and waved his hand to open the window.
But this movement aggravated her internal organs, and Yao Jin clutched her stomach and coughed again.
"Cough cough cough." Yao Jin clutched his lower abdomen, which was cramping from the pain, and his vision blurred. In a daze, he felt that his life was about to end.
So he stumbled and ran to the desk and pounced on it.
It was called a desk, but it was really just a small wooden table. On the table was a half-read storybook, as well as fruit peels and candied fruit left over from the day. Yao Jin was usually carefree and would doze off at the sound of classical Chinese, so this desk was not only irregular but also very messy.
The mess resulted in Yao Jin falling headfirst, accidentally knocking over the open jar of candied fruit on the table.
Oh no—her little snacks!
No, that's not important!!
Yao Jin clutched her stomach and tossed and turned wildly, but the pain only intensified with each movement.
Turning to the last page, Yao Jin's face darkened, and the words "I'm going to die" swirled in his mouth, but he swallowed them because of Xiao Juan, who was sleeping not far away.
To avoid Xiaojuan noticing, not much of the calming incense was used.
That means Xiaojuan could wake up at any time!
Yao Jin quickened her pace, continuing to search with her head down. She quickly moved the storybook to the ground, pushed the fruit plate and peels aside, then stuffed the scattered candied fruits into her sleeve, and finally pulled out a pen from underneath.
The nib is made of wolf tail hair, and after not being dipped in ink for a long time, it has split in several places.
Yao Jin then took out a whitish ink stick, ground it a few times on the inkstone, and moistened the brush inside. Only then did he open the hidden compartment in the leg of the small table and pull out a piece of paper.
The paper was small, with only a few strokes on it, but it recorded the words that had appeared in my palm every time over the past few days.
Yao Jin quickly finished everything, lay down, glanced at Xiao Juan again, and only after making sure that she was still asleep did he slowly open his blood-stained palm.
—The scene is frozen here, the handwriting and palm are both obscured by the girl's back, making them indistinct.
"Bring the mirror closer!" A deep, resonant voice rang out, carrying a solemn and authoritative air.
The voice came from an old man with a refined and otherworldly air. He had white hair and beard and stood in the main hall of the Weak Water Pavilion. He was not very tall, and his protruding belly made him look a little chubby. He looked quite amiable.
The old man held a long, crimson whip with barbs on it. It was dripping with blood and covered with some unknown substance, giving it a sinister look.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to bring the Demon-Revealing Mirror closer." Xu Jinan was furious again when he saw the silent boy. He raised the discipline whip and lashed the boy's back twice more.
"Crack, crack!" The whip made a dull sound. After two lashes, flesh was stuck in the barbs, and several pieces of tissue were torn off.
Xu Jinan, as the former head of Buzhou Mountain, is still a powerful cultivator even though he has now retired to become a Supreme Elder. Moreover, this discipline whip is a God-Slaying Whip left over from ancient times.
Even gods cannot withstand it, so how can cultivators possibly withstand it?
Meng Ji's back was already torn open, bloody and mangled, with white bone seemingly visible beneath the skin, leaving no place to strike.
After being whipped, Meng Ji showed no resentment. Instead, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, saying, "Master, Madam is not a demon."
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