Chapter 60 Returning Home
In an instant, the stone bricks inside the hall shattered, and huge clouds of dust rose from the ground, scattering and falling all over Meng Ji. But in that position, he grabbed Jiu Ge's hand and yanked her down abruptly.
Gao Meng's body slammed into him with a loud bang!
"Demon King!"
"Get inside!!" In an instant, chaos erupted outside. The patrolling demon guards drew their swords upon hearing the commotion, and countless heads surged together, pressing in as if to rush in.
A sharp, piercing voice suddenly rang out, "Don't come in."
"..." Jiu Ge looked at Meng Ji while wiping the blood from the corner of her lips and spitting on the ground beside her. "How interesting."
Isn't that interesting?
The enemy was delivered to us.
At this moment, Meng Ji was in a very sorry state. His elbow was broken into a deformed shape like a green branch, hanging swaying at his side. He was vomiting blood, and large patches of blood soaked him, making it look as if a person had grown out of the blood.
It turns out that his bare-handed fighting just now was merely an instinctive attack from a swordsman, fueled by the hatred he felt for his wife's humiliation!
But Jiuge is different. Demons never play fair; they'll use any trick to win. Every punch and kick in her previous moves was infused with demonic power. Each move was vicious and deadly!
Even in such a disheveled state, Meng Ji simply turned his head away and said gently, "Don't look."
"Ugly".
He added, "You go first and find Chu Fengliu."
These voices, soft and gentle, conveyed a sense of acceptance and comfort, yet seemed particularly out of place in the midst of the current chaotic situation.
It's rare to find someone who comforts her without any ulterior motives.
In an instant, Yao Jin's heart resonated as if a bell had been struck, filled with resentment and anger, as if awakened by the sound, generating an indescribable and immense sense of grievance.
With a gentle roll of his golden eyes, tears fell like raindrops.
She bit her lip, remaining silent, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two figures on the ground. Meanwhile, the bloodline that had once nearly collapsed was slowly being strengthened.
Meng Ji's eyelashes suddenly trembled.
Bloodline lines are an invisible yet real existence, only perceptible to those truly experiencing them, and visible only to powerful beings. Never before had such a situation occurred. With each tightening and loosening of her bloodline, Yao Jin immediately sensed it. A powerful resentment drove her to fight desperately, but her sensitive nerves throbbed in unison. In an instant, Yao Jin felt as if her head was about to explode, the pain causing her heart to pump blood wildly.
pain!
Yao Jin curled up in bed, feeling a sharp pain.
Meng Ji clenched his fist, then loosened it, then clenched it again, and finally suddenly looked up and stood up abruptly.
A dark shadow flashed, blood droplets splattered in the air, and a fist gleaming with blood slammed down fiercely towards Jiuge! This punch, carrying a ruthless and relentless force, struck Jiuge's nose, instantly causing a bruise to rise on her nose, and the crimson in her eyes turned into a storm.
"I'll kill you!" Jiuge roared in fury and immediately retaliated. She slid her hands together, twisted her wrists, and with a snap, Meng Ji's shattered bones.
A strange sound filled the air, a creaking and hissing noise, followed by a sudden burst of eerie green flames. The green light spread, carrying an aura of incineration, shooting straight to the ceiling, instantly enveloping the entire room in an aura of death.
This deathly aura forced the demon guards outside the palace to retreat a hundred feet. Those who were close enough to retreat in time suffered broken bones and severed tendons on the spot.
Jiuge stretched out her hands, hovering in mid-air, and activated the magic mirror to its maximum, about to devour Mengji completely!
Suddenly, with a soft "pfft!"
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
Jiuge's eyes widened in shock. He looked down in disbelief and saw several long, black fingernails protruding from his chest.
—The bloodline was completely severed, and the invisible beads scattered all over the ground.
At the same time, Yao Jin's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a scream!
With a thud, Jiuge collapsed to the ground. "Yaojin, you're mine..."
The tremendous commotion subsided, but the unbelievable roar still echoed in the air. Yao Jin could no longer hear it; the forced breakout had left her teetering on the brink of destruction.
Meng Ji immediately turned around and hugged Yao Jin, who was about to kneel down. He pressed Yao Jin's head into his arms and kept saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
But how could the person in his arms not be afraid? Yao Jin covered his head and let out a low whimper, like a cub that had lost the protection of its lion, shaking his head incessantly, his body trembling, "I killed him, how could I kill him?"
"It's alright, he bullied you, it's not your fault." Meng Ji stared at her, his lips pressed tightly together. After a moment, he lowered his eyes, concealing the darkness in them with his eyelids. At the same time, a wisp of spiritual energy rose from the palm of his hand behind Yao Jin's back and slowly flowed into her body. "It's his fault, Yao Jin is still a good girl."
...In the end, they still forced her in this way.
He really shouldn't have done that.
But the lady was really hesitant, and that hesitation made him unable to wait even a moment longer.
He didn't want her to have eyes for anyone else anymore.
So it's okay, it's okay...
That's how it should be.
That's how it should be!
The sobs in his arms gradually subsided. Meng Ji, still half-kneeling, picked Yao Jin up and carefully brushed the wet hair from her forehead. "It's all over now. From now on, you only have me."
"You can only have me."
Almost pathologically, Meng Ji buried his head in her arms, absorbing her warmth. He took a deep breath, pressed his face against her delicate neck, and after feeling the damp coldness, he sighed deeply—finally, she was his.
As if embracing a lost treasure that had been found again, Meng Ji stepped out of the room.
Outside, chaos reigned, but the sky brightened. This was the first time the Demon Realm had seen light.
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"What?! You want to marry her?!" Xu Jinan's face turned ashen as he listened to Elder Chi's voice beside him, "Do you know she's a demon?"
“You should have married Leng Dandan; you could have taken over the position of sect leader in the future.”
"Are you really sure?"
Meng Ji's triumphant return, with such a promising junior emerging from the immortal sect, should have been a source of great joy and pride for Wu Sheng. However, in front of all the elders and countless fellow disciples, Meng Ji suddenly knelt down, offering his merits in exchange for the chance to marry a witch.
If we don't agree, it seems like we're being unfair to a hero.
If you agree, it will inevitably be a pity.
The righteous are entangled with the demons. Even if the people of Buzhou Mountain believe that Mengji has nothing to do with the demon realm, it is hard to guarantee that the other major sects will also believe it.
Even Elder Chi couldn't help but offer some advice.
Meng Ji knelt down, his back ramrod straight, showing no sign of regret or remorse. "This disciple has never had such great ambitions."
"I only wish to live a long life without regrets. Only by marrying her can I have a clear conscience."
In his past life, he didn't understand; by the time he did, it was too late.
So there's nothing to hesitate about.
There's nothing difficult to choose between.
Upon hearing this, Elder Chi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Meng Ji a few more times, saying, "You are quite decisive."
"Then it's as you say, you..." Before he could finish speaking, a scream suddenly rang out from outside, "No!"
"Senior brother, no, you can't..." Leng Dandan gripped the door frame, her chest heaving. She must have been in a rush on the way here; her breathing was extremely unsteady, and her face was deathly pale.
Fortunately, she made it in time.
Leng Dandan stopped at the door, her gaze resentful. She didn't speak, her eyes fixed on the kneeling boy. His slender back gradually became clearer, and the gentle figure from her past life gradually overlapped with it.
"Senior Brother." Leng Dandan's voice was like the glass lamp hanging by the door, fragile and vulnerable. After entering the room, she knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face. "Senior Brother, have you forgotten Dan'er...?"
Prior to this, Xu Jinan had promised to marry his daughter to him if he returned victorious.
Meng Ji lowered his eyes. "Junior sister, be careful what you say."
His tone was gentle yet casual, as if he were narrating something, but this was something Leng Dandan couldn't accept: "What Master said back then, this disciple never agreed to. This disciple once said that he already had someone in mind for a wife, perhaps it was not clear at the time that caused the misunderstanding, which led Junior Sister to have the wrong idea."
“The person I have always considered as my wife is her. If it is not her, I will not marry anyone else.”
"Therefore, junior sister, please be careful with your words. I don't want her to misunderstand."
"Senior brother..." Leng Dandan's face turned deathly pale instantly, her nails dug deep into her flesh, and she couldn't utter a single extra word.
After taking the pill, she fell into a deep sleep. The feeling of losing everything was too unbearable, causing her to subconsciously try to escape. When she woke up, she learned that her senior brother had already left Buzhou Mountain.
She wanted to chase after him, but then she thought that her senior brother would eventually come back, and his past life's trajectory destined him to become the sect leader.
To become the sect leader, one must first pass the test of one's father. His father would never agree to his senior brother marrying a witch.
But to my utter surprise, my senior brother was so reckless.
Leng Dandan closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them, the sadness on her delicate face was heartbreaking, and tears slid down her cheeks at just the right moment. "Senior brother, I understand."
Xu Jinan's face was extremely grim. He pondered for a moment, then stroked his beard and smiled, "Since you insist on marrying that woman, I have no objection. My daughter is not unable to get married. There is only one condition: you must kneel at the mountain gate for three days."
"You must understand your teacher. After all, you broke your promise first, and my daughter's face must also be saved."
Meng Ji bowed respectfully, "Disciple obeys."
The gate of Buzhou Mountain represents the mountain rules of the immortal sect. There are countless seals left by predecessors here, which are like invisible shackles imposed on those who are forced to kneel as punishment.
The disciples coming and going watched, their curiosity piqued. "What mistake did he make? Why is he being punished by kneeling at the mountain gate?"
Qingfeng: "I heard it's about breaking off an engagement. Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect this new little disciple to have so much guts. But he doesn't seem to be very bright."
Xiao Yang glanced at him, somewhat disagreeing, "I still admire people like that. They could have risen to the top in one step, having fame, fortune, and beauty, but they ended up like this."
"That's really tragic..."
This last sentence resonated deeply with everyone. Physical pain could be endured, but the inner torment was much harder to bear. A person who was once so successful was now forced to kneel in this bustling place, subjected to the curious or mocking gazes of others.
Such a drop in skill level would likely halt any progress in cultivation for someone with a slightly unstable mindset.
Meng Ji is still a junior disciple, and his status is not what it used to be, so these people speak without any restraint, and every word reaches his ears.
But he remained unmoved, listening quietly like a bystander.
The mountain gate of Buzhou Mountain has stood for countless years. The old and worn bluestone slabs are cold and hard, and there are still broken stones on the edges of the steps. If you are not careful, you can easily hurt yourself by these stones.
Kneeling here was undoubtedly Xu Jinan's doing. Even the usually mild climate of Buzhou Mountain turned unbearably hot here, all these measures were intended to make Meng Ji suffer. Yet the young man knelt perfectly, displaying integrity. His shoulders were slightly hunched, but his back was as straight as a lush green bamboo. His face, bathed in the light and shadow, was bathed in a soft, gentle glow, easily making one overlook the harsh surroundings.
This also made Leng Dandan even more obsessed.
She glanced one last time at the kneeling man, a hint of determination in her eyes, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.
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