Chapter 73 Who dares to harm my father?
It's too slow, both Meng Youhui's growth and his swordsmanship are too slow...
Meng Ji gave a vague answer, offering no further explanation to Xu Zhaoxin's question. He simply sighed deeply, his thick weariness causing his eyes to slightly sunken, making his brow bones appear even more defined.
His face remained calm, his lips still curved into a gentle smile, but the deathly aura emanating from his very bones was once again present.
“Master…” Xu Zhao felt inexplicably sad and didn’t know how to comfort him for a moment, so he walked to the painting basket as usual, took out the painting inside, and handed it to him.
The scroll unfolds, appearing to be blank, yet Meng Ji naturally reaches out and touches it, gently stroking the dark patterns within.
As his fingertips traced the contours he had touched countless times, a tender smile crept across Meng Ji's lips. That tenderness was like a wild spark about to turn to ashes, which was rekindled by a gust of wind.
"That's more like it," Xu Zhao thought to himself. "Master, you're too thin. You need to eat properly, otherwise your wife won't be at ease if she knew."
"She always hopes you are well, and hopes the world is better."
In fact, Yao Jin didn't actually say anything, but Xu Zhao always found this trick very effective.
When he doesn't eat, he says that his master's wife would be heartbroken in the afterlife.
When he stayed up all night, he said that even his master's wife could not rest in peace in the afterlife.
Even when he was self-harming, he would say that his master's wife would suffer excruciating pain in the afterlife.
Whenever I said this, I could always persuade my master. The more I used it and said it, the more it seemed to become true, as if it were really what my master's wife said.
Now, upon hearing these words, Meng Ji's lips curled up slightly, a small dimple appearing on his thin cheeks, making him look exceptionally happy. He murmured, "I know, she loves me, and I love her too."
"...So even if I die, the world will still be as she wishes."
Xu Zhao exclaimed, "Master, what did you say?"
Meng Ji stroked the painting in front of him without raising his head. "You must be tired today. Go back and rest early."
"yes."
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On the other side
"Where do you think you're going?" Elder Chi glared angrily at his good-for-nothing son.
Chi instantly pulled his foot back and stood up straight. "No, no..."
The path of cultivating immortality is too defying the heavens. This great path is based on the law of conservation and will not allow so many acts of defying the heavens. Therefore, most cultivators either die in childbirth or experience a decline in their cultivation after giving birth.
Chi Yi's parents were no exception.
Elder Chi brought the person here in such a disheveled manner, how could he not understand or see through Chi Yi's magic?
And so, Chi Yi was once again subjected to a torrent of abuse, yet he still risked being skinned alive, saying, "She's just a little girl, at most a bit willful, Father, please don't take it to heart."
A son is no longer under his mother's control once he grows up. Elder Chi was nearly driven to his death by his son's betrayal. He clutched his chest and took two steps back, "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you still haven't revealed her whereabouts. Are you trying to anger me to death so you can inherit my position as elder?"
"How could that be, Father? I really didn't know."
These words were too hurtful, and Chi Yi immediately waved his hand. In fact, he was not good at lying, his eyes darted around, and his face was full of guilt. This scene made Elder Chi so angry that he almost lost his mind.
But just as the angry curse was about to burst out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly darted around, and he grabbed the teacup in front of him instead, saying, "Get out, go back and reflect on your mistakes."
Chi Yi leaped up, barely avoiding the shattered porcelain, suppressed his wild joy, and whispered, "Yes, Father."
But as he turned and stepped out the door, he disappeared down a side path.
Qingshui Town
Inside a small house.
"...That's it, Yaojin. You'd better run! My father knows you're still alive!" Chi Yi said breathlessly to Yaojin, then downed the tea in front of him in one gulp.
Yao Jin looked at Chi Yi and raised an eyebrow. "You haven't admitted it, so what are you afraid of?"
Even so, she still gripped her hand tightly. She was unhappy, even somewhat suspicious, and looked at Chi Yi with a strange expression. "Are you sure you didn't say that?"
Yao Jin deliberately targeted people's hearts and did so with such self-righteousness that Chi Yi immediately objected. He clutched his heart, looking particularly exaggerated, and said, "You still don't believe me."
Three hundred years ago, Chi Yi had used all his strength and even risked being beaten to death by his father and Meng Ji. He did something so audacious. Apart from his attraction to Yao Jin at first sight, it was more about his inherent unruliness. But in the hundreds of years that followed, all of that turned into love.
"If I had told you this long ago, wouldn't you understand?" Chi Yi lowered his head, sadness welling up in his eyes, which then turned into worry. "You should still run away. If Father finds you, he will know too. The incident back then caused such a big uproar that he almost broke ties with everyone."
"He won't let you get away with this."
Yao Jin ignored what followed, clapped his hands, and said, "Who cares? Since we haven't been exposed yet, we won't be exposed later."
But as evening fell, Yao Jin remained unsettled. She had escaped once before, but the outcome was tragic. However, besides that fate, something indescribable was still spreading in her heart.
The night was as still as water. Qingshui Town was a small town with a small population. Everyone had closed their doors early at this time, and only the occasional barking of stray dogs could be heard on the road.
But it was precisely because the surroundings were so quiet that some sounds became exceptionally clear.
"The Immortal Lord has an illegitimate son."
"Men, you know what I mean."
With a snap, Yao Jin threw down the teacup in her hand. She was very unhappy. She walked to the window and pushed it open. Looking at the bright moon, she saw that person's face again.
"I don't think you're the kind of person who just follows the crowd."
You're denying it, aren't you?
He's denying what the storyteller said!
Yao Jin clenched her fists and suddenly leaped out. Her figure blended into the dark night, as if she had become a swimming fish. When she landed, her toes touched the ground first, and then her embroidered shoes, inlaid with South Sea pearls, made full contact with the ground.
With a gasp, his tense back relaxed.
The distance from Qingshui Town to Buzhou Mountain wasn't too far; for Yaojin, it was just a short journey. Yet, a few beads of sweat still trickled down her bright face. The sweat smeared from her temples and fell onto the damp ground. She stared at herself for a moment, then gritted her teeth, "How pathetic."
Her face was flushed red, and her thick black hair was curled up from the heat, the strands curly and tangled like a small Chow Chow. Her bright eyes stared ahead, and a deep resentment almost materialized from the depths of her eyes.
But as a cool breeze blew, the resentment dissipated somewhat, turning into hesitation.
The lights in Wugou Pavilion have long been turned off. What can you see at this time?
Yao Jin stared at him with a strange expression for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly approached.
Just a door away
The figures inside the room blended into the darkness, and the striking white hair seemed to grow on the table. Connected to the table was an unfolded scroll. Hearing the strange sound, the white hair brushed against the table, making a sound like paper being cut to the edge.
Beneath the white veil, her unfocused eyes stared outwards. Her unseen pupils held no trace of human warmth, only a chilling light that emanated from them, like that of a wild beast.
He held an icicle between his long, slender fingers; its edge was incredibly sharp, and its tip pointed directly out the door.
Suddenly, he exerted force with both fingers and flicked them out.
Ice crystals pierced the window paper, igniting a blue glow, and the sound of air being cut came out along with the electric current, all reflected in a pair of slanted almond-shaped eyes.
The eerie blue light flickered like will-o'-the-wisps in the pitch-black night, growing ever closer and closer.
In a flash, Yao Jin was thrown backward, yelling, "I'm going to die!"
The moment that word was uttered, the coldness that Meng Ji had kept hidden in his eyes shattered completely, turning into a raging inferno that burned ever brighter. His figure swept past, and he arrived directly in front of Yao Jin, reaching out to pull her up. "Don't follow her example!"
"Which one should I learn?" In that instant, Yao Jin's face showed astonishment. She didn't react for several seconds. The wound on her throat burned as her clothes rubbed against it. She pushed the person away angrily, "You're going to die! You dare to hit me... hit a woman?"
With a whoosh, the golden body spun around, its back pressed firmly against the wall.
"I said, you are not allowed to learn from her!" Meng Ji roared angrily. His attitude was no longer just bad, but filled with uncontrollable killing intent. This killing intent soared into the sky and shook the barrier set up by Wugou Pavilion.
Yao Jin couldn't help but shrink back, then suddenly realized her anger in her stern voice. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, and her voice trembled as she asked, "I wonder who the Immortal Lord is thinking of?"
The ground beneath his feet trembled. This earth-shattering power suddenly brought Meng Ji to his senses. He took a deep breath, smelled the blood that was almost touching him, and suddenly flung his hand away. "Miss, you came for me. Didn't you inquire beforehand?"
In the blink of an eye, Meng Ji's emotions had calmed down, and he returned to being the immortal lord who never showed his emotions. However, Yao Jin still sensed something from his slightly hurried demeanor.
"Actually, I just..." Before Yao Jin could finish speaking, a sharp gust of wind suddenly came from afar. She raised an eyebrow, pushed Meng Ji away in an instant, and was then knocked to the ground.
“Who…”
Her voice trailed off abruptly, and Yao Jin's pupils shrank sharply. She was in a truly miserable state. The wound on her neck from where the ice shards had grazed her was still bleeding, and she had taken a solid blow. Now, she was lying on the ground with several tears in the fabric of her clothes, revealing her thin fur trousers.
Even one of the South Sea pearls hanging from her shoes fell off.
But she didn't have time to look for the South Sea pearl; she just stared blankly at the person who had come.
"Father, are you alright?"
Worry filled Meng Youhui's youthful face. He first looked Meng Ji up and down to make sure she was alright, then looked at the woman on the ground. At the same time, he conjured a cold sword in his hand and looked down at her from above, "Who are you? How dare you hurt my father!"
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