Chapter 63, Chapter 63, Outbreak 1
Escaping was never Meng Ji's principle; as soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door open and entered.
With a creak, the entire interior came into view.
An empty bed, dried ink stains, a broken bamboo pen, a popping candle—and scattered papers… every single detail testifies to how ridiculous the analytical dialogue had just taken.
Meng Ji remained expressionless, silently watching the pile of papers on the ground. Suddenly, he lightly lifted his finger, and a piece of paper with writing on it floated into his hand.
He lowered his head and looked at the paper.
The candlelight tinged her tied-up black hair, and the jade crown was shrouded in scattered orange light, inexplicably exuding an aura that could be described as melancholy.
Darkness, unease, ...feeling wronged.
Suddenly, as if burned, the hand holding the paper abruptly released its grip, and the paper with the words "divorce" written on it floated lightly to the ground.
The paper touched the ground, making a very faint cracking sound.
His earlobes twitched involuntarily. After a long while, he took a deep breath, and very slowly and laboriously bent down to pick up the piece of paper. He carefully folded it.
With a "plop," a drop of water splashed onto the paper, blurring the writing on it into a black halo.
Then it slowly expands, and continues to expand.
"Let's part ways amicably and each find our own happiness," the letter began.
Meng Ji slowly closed his eyes.
Time passed slowly, consuming all the joy he had felt and destroying his strong rationality. He threw away the paper and began searching again and again.
Footsteps and calls rang out.
"lady?"
"lady?"
"……lady."
There was none behind the display shelf, none behind the scroll holder, and none even under the desk.
Meng Ji suddenly stopped, standing expressionless by the bed. Then he squatted down and peered under the bed. "Madam, stop hiding. This joke isn't funny at all..."
His response was the stillness of the air and the dust kicked up by his sudden breathing.
The area under the bed is a hidden corner, not as easily visible as items laid out outside. Daily sweeping is merely a cursory effort, just enough to avoid making it too unsightly. Besides, Yao Jin has already lived there for two or three days, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the floor; if it were to be stirred up and splashed onto one's face, it would be quite a layer of grime.
As the dust settled, a layer of gray dust covered Meng Jiyu's fair face, but his dark, round eyes stared intently into it.
The dark space under the bed was like an abyss, as if a pair of giant hands could reach out at any moment and pull a person in, swallowing them whole.
The blood flowed backward inch by inch, rushing straight to the top of the head.
This feeling of waiting in silence is constantly tormenting my internal organs, and the words on that piece of paper are like a boning knife, each word and each cut scraping away at my very bones.
—"From now on, men and women may marry as they please."
"What makes you think we should part ways amicably... and what makes you think you can talk about marriage again, each going according to your own wishes?!" Meng Ji said through gritted teeth, his eyes covered with a layer of cold frost, icy cold. Then he suddenly stood up, walked to the waterside pavilion, and stared intently at the lake.
The lake was quiet. The bighead carp that had been playing just moments before had long since silently dived underwater. One of them, swimming too fast, couldn't help but blow a bubble upwards, only to be slapped hard by another fish with its tail. Frustrated by its lack of self-control, it sank to the bottom of the lake first.
The wind howled and cranes cried out; even the other insects and birds had long since dispersed, as if this would leave the entire mountain devoid of life.
However, that is not the case.
Meng Ji sneered, "Come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, ripples appeared on the lake. Several bubbles floated on the surface and spread out in circles. Then the fat-headed fish that was shaking its head emerged and spoke in human language, "Sword Lord, spare my life."
Tonight's experience is etched into the fathead fish's life. If it has descendants in the future, it will surely tell them not to easily cooperate with others. But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
The fathead fish, looking aggrieved, exhaled another ring of bubbles. "Sword Lord, spare my life! It's not that I didn't want to stop you, but land and water are simply an insurmountable barrier!"
The fathead fish had developed intelligence and could speak human language. It had lived for countless years and shouldn't have been frightened by a young junior. However, when the other party looked at it quietly, it admitted that it was indeed frightened!
In an instant, the fathead fish suddenly understood why some large fish make a specific rattling sound when they escape.
The bighead carp, however, is an excellent ornamental fish with very weak fighting ability. At this moment, it was so frightened that it was out of its wits and could not escape.
Meng Ji looked at it, leaned slightly forward, and politely raised his finger to the air, gently slicing away the fathead fish's hundred-year cultivation. "If you can't cross that threshold, you don't need to cross it in the future. If you don't want to cause trouble, you won't speak, and you don't need to speak anymore."
It is extremely difficult for animals in this world to become spirits. Strong species such as wolves, leopards, and lions are relatively easy to cultivate, but these lower creatures have to face the existence of natural enemies from birth. If they are lucky enough to survive their infancy, they must go through countless tribulations before they can accumulate a little bit of cultivation.
But now a century has been so easily cut off...
Although the boy's tone was gentle and his smile was warm and welcoming, seemingly indicating that he wouldn't make things difficult for it and had even thoughtfully found a way for it to live out its old age, the fathead fish was still terrified and kept screaming. Its walnut-sized brain was working at high speed, and it suddenly recalled one of its few long-forgotten memories: "It's a man, he has demonic energy on him, it's him, it's him!"
"It was him who abducted the lady!" Fathead Fish exclaimed.
A slightly louder sound rang out, adding a touch of noise to the quiet night.
But that wasn't enough. The fathead fish knew it needed to remember more before the swordsman could lower his hand again. Its two beady eyes darted around, and its whiskers flew up in surprise. "He's quite handsome, but I'm a little suspicious of his head. He doesn't seem to have much hair..."
"No, it's not that there aren't many, it's that they're sparse!"
...
Meng Ji was not unaware of the saying "A fair maiden is sought after by a gentleman," and he also knew that there were always some scoundrels secretly coveting the lady. But this was not the lady's fault; she was simply too beautiful, and those around her were too oblivious to their own place.
But when he stepped into Laoshan and heard the sounds around him, his gaze involuntarily darkened.
Laoshan is a chaotic area.
This place is located on the edge of the demon realm, where humans, demons, monsters, spirits, and other creatures can all find a place to live.
There was no one in charge, and no system or faction.
The people spent their days idly, discussing mostly the daily happenings—"Have you heard? Someone's getting married?"
"Of course, it seems to be that new young lady."
"What newcomer? That was once the Demon King's favorite general," someone who knew the inside story said.
The sound of a sword suddenly swept by, and a single stroke severed the man's head.
"ah!"
"He's dead..."
The smell of blood instantly filled the air. Screams erupted, some glanced at the body and quickly retreated, while others eagerly devoured the corpse on the ground. Chaos, panic, and greed surged forth in a chaotic mix.
A series of shrill screams and the sound of fleeing footsteps rang out, but Meng Ji paid no heed. He continued to reap the rewards with his sword, his swift and precise blades like death messengers from hell.
...
In the end, all emotions faded into silence, returning one by one to dust.
So many people died that, as the white robes fluttered, a few drops of blood inevitably splattered onto them.
The blood droplets dried quickly, leaving behind marks.
Meng Ji frowned, staring at the blood beads for a moment, then lightly turned his wrist. A sharp, cold light flashed, and the bloodstains, along with the hem of his clothes, fell to the ground.
...
As all this happened, Yao Jin was lying on the precious couch with her eyes closed. This couch was made for her by Chu Fengliu and placed in the main position, signifying her supreme status.
After returning from Buzhou Mountain, the intense emotions she had been experiencing left her reeling. Fortunately, there are many ways to find pleasure in the world: fine wine, delicious food, and... beautiful women.
The name Chu Fengliu was truly excellent. He had found some charming and romantic young men from some obscure corner, including the understanding type, the cold and handsome type, and the dashing type, and he himself was among them.
Several people, led by him, were dressed in brightly colored clothes. Chu Fengliu, in particular, knelt like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, crowding around Yao Jin's knees. Those who had accidentally entered were stunned for a good while.
When it came to its senses, the little demon was sweating profusely, almost drenched in sweat, as it weaved through the crowd and pulled Chu Fengliu out.
"...That's how it is."
Chu Fengliu, his previous laziness gone, now glared angrily, "Idiot! How dare you delay reporting such a big matter until now!"
Chu Fengliu paced back and forth, momentarily unsure whether to cover his wide-open robe or his precariously styled hair. He considered himself to have done an excellent job, finishing cleanly and efficiently, without using any magic or leaving any trace of magic.
Logically, it would take more than a month to find the murderer after eliminating all possibilities.
Even if we follow the wrong signals he gave us and search for him throughout the six realms, it would still take a year.
By the time they finally find him, Yao Jin might already have a child with him...
How could it be so fast?
In an instant, Chu Fengliu began to suspect everyone, even this lowly demon he had only met once, who had come to deliver the message. His chest heaved violently, and his delicate features became somewhat distorted. "Was it you?"
The little monster blinked twice and let out an "Ah!"
Chu Fengliu let out a breath and released his hand. "Go down and tell everyone to seal the palace gates shut."
This caused quite a commotion, but everyone was oblivious amidst the wine, women, and delicious food.
Yao Jin only glanced at it briefly.
Given this situation, Chu Fengliu naturally couldn't stay there any longer. He glanced at Yao Jin, gritted his teeth, gathered his clothes, and approached her with a smile, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Here, the seasons stand still, there is no swordplay, no hypocrisy, no pursuit of fame and fortune. The furnishings inside the palace are exquisite and luxurious, and the atmosphere is warm and lively. Ignoring the royal throne that can accommodate dozens of people, there is almost no distinction between the noble and the lowly. Even the Demon King has come, which shows how comfortable it is here.
Perhaps comfort can erode one's vigilance.
At least for this moment, Yao Jin is in a relaxed state of mind.
That unusual scene only elicited a nonchalant glance from her, "You didn't get into any trouble, did you?"
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