Chapter 112 Chapter 112 (Revised) Punish Her
Li Xiuji's questions were sharp, and Jiang Zhaoxue found it difficult to tell whether he was speaking out for Pei Zichen or testing Ye Tianjiao's identity.
If it was the former, then the person in front of her should be Li Xiu Ji. Since he remembered Pei Zichen and would speak up for Pei Zichen, his attitude towards her should not be the same as it is now.
Even if there is no good intention, it shouldn't be so lukewarm.
If you are testing Ye Tianjiao's identity...
Jiang Zhaoxue became alert, thinking this was too complicated.
The fighting in Jiuyou Realm was fierce, otherwise Ye Tianjiao, a right-hand man, would not have been driven out. The person in front of him was either a puppet arranged by Xin Luoyi, or if it was really Li Xiuzhi, judging from his attitude today, he should be in the same line with Xin Luoyi. Ye Tianjiao tricked her into coming here, and her situation was probably several times more dangerous than Ye Tianjiao described.
She didn't dare to answer casually, and only evaded the question by saying, "Pei Zichen was the disciple of my former Taoist companion. How could I compete with my Taoist companion for a disciple? If he has exceptional talent, then I will help educate him."
"What if he wasn't Shen Yuqing's disciple?" the other person continued to ask, "If you had the chance to take him in as your disciple, would you choose Pei Zichen or Ye Chen?"
This question stumped Jiang Zhaoxue. When she hesitated, Pei Zichen looked at her calmly.
In fact, they all knew in their hearts that Jiang Zhaoxue had the opportunity to accept him as his apprentice.
Back then, he risked his life to climb the ladder to the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. The first person he called "Master" was Jiang Zhaoxue, but she had never thought of taking him in as a disciple. She easily turned him into Shen Yuqing's disciple with just a few words, "I am your master's wife."
Thinking of this, Pei Zichen felt that his question was boring. He lowered his eyes, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said softly: "I am interfering. Jiang Xianzhu's selection of disciples is Jiang Xianzhu's private matter. I am asking too much."
"Your Majesty is very polite."
Jiang Zhaoxue reacted and asked tentatively, "However, the Emperor cares so much about Pei Zichen. Is it because he remembers what happened back then and wants to stand up for Pei Zichen?"
"The Immortal Lord is joking," the young man chuckled, saying, "It's not easy to remember an old friend who's been around for thousands of years. Who would care?"
As he spoke, the other party lowered his gaze to Ye Tianjiao and said calmly, "I'm just curious about what kind of young genius this disciple of the Immortal Master is."
"He's not some formidable figure," Jiang Zhaoxue realized upon hearing the word "prodigy" and quickly said, "He's just an ordinary young man with a rather miserable background. He's somewhat similar to Zichen and a bit of a spoiled brat, so I made an exception and accepted him as my disciple."
"resemblance?"
The other party was obviously unconvinced and only asked: "How is it similar?"
"Well……"
Jiang Zhaoxue struggled, searching for similarities between Ye Tianjiao and Pei Zichen, desperately trying to organize her words: "Good-looking? Both have the character 'Chen' in their names? Both are young?"
Jiang Zhaoxue made up a few excuses and continued to lie, "His family members had just passed away, so I took him in. Now he's very dependent on me, so even though he only has Golden Core cultivation, I brought him along on this trip to the Nine Netherworld."
"Oh," the other person nodded, as if seeing through her thoughts, and said casually, "It's really pitiful. So what does the Immortal Master mean?"
"I mean, I'd like to ask how the Emperor arranges accommodation," Jiang Zhaoxue said boldly. "If it's convenient, I hope the Emperor can inform the others and ask if it's possible to arrange for me to stay in the same courtyard with this disciple."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke politely, bowed his head and saluted with great courtesy, but the other party remained silent for a long time.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in confusion: "Emperor?"
"I have never asked about this matter." The other person seemed to come back to his senses after she called him, turned back to watching the singing and dancing, drank another cup and said, "But since the Immortal Lord has made this wish, I will inform them later."
Hearing the other party's agreement, Jiang Zhaoxue was overjoyed and quickly bowed: "Thank you, Emperor."
The other party didn't say much, as if he didn't hear it, and focused on watching the singing and dancing.
The two of them then sat quietly behind the curtain, watching the performances arranged by the Nine Netherworld. "Li Xiu Ji" followed the etiquette and occasionally explained the folk customs of the Nine Netherworld to Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue found what he said interesting and chatted with the other party casually, and before he knew it, he had drunk quite a bit.
Seeing that Zhou Shan was going to bring people from the Nine Netherworld Realm to toast in the second half, Jiang Zhaoxue thought something was wrong and quickly pretended to be drunk, then fell on the table with a bang.
Zhou Shan was about to toast when he saw Jiang Zhaoxue collapse. He was caught in a dilemma and subconsciously looked up at Pei Zichen, who was standing high up. He saw Pei Zichen glance at Jiang Zhaoxue and said calmly, "The Immortal Master is drunk. Let me take her back."
"oh."
Zhou Shan reacted and said quickly: "Then I will send someone right away..."
"She's cursed."
Jiang Zhaoxue was startled when she heard "Li Xiuji" speak, and then she heard him say calmly: "You can't touch her, I'll send her over."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt that he could still hold his head up and drink another round.
However, the other party did not give her a chance to regret. He walked up to her, hugged her horizontally, and picked her up.
Jiang Zhaoxue's whole body froze, but he immediately forced himself not to be stiff, so as not to let "Li Xiu Ji" notice. Now that so many people were watching, the best way was to pretend to be dead until the end.
She seemed to be pretending very successfully. "Li Xiuji" was completely unaware of it. He carried her out of the hall and told the people behind him, "Tell Zhou Shan that the Immortal Master will be in the same courtyard with her disciples. Please send her disciples here later."
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little relieved after hearing this, and felt that this person was easier to talk to than she had imagined.
She lay quietly in his arms, pretending to be dead, and Pei Zichen carried this unusually docile person towards his bedroom.
Of course he knew that she was not drunk. He knew her alcohol tolerance. If she didn't want to get drunk today, no one could get her drunk.
But since she wanted to rest, he agreed to her wish and took her back to his palace alone to avoid having to come up with so many excuses.
The only place that the Book of Destiny cannot penetrate is the Nine Netherworld, but the Nine Netherworld is also crowded with people. Xin Luoyi's attitude towards Jiang Zhaoxue is unknown, and he is worried about leaving her in Jingxin Garden. After much thought, only his bedroom is the safest.
The Nine Netherworld was created by Li Xiuji. His body can sense all places in the Nine Netherworld, and the place where he lives is almost a "domain" that is completely controlled by him. It is very safe.
Jiang Zhaoxue went there and stayed there obediently until he dealt with the Book of Destiny. This was the safest place.
He was thinking about it in his mind and glanced at the person he was holding. She was still pretending to be asleep and acting calm, but her ears were still a little red and her heartbeat was unusually faster.
Pei Zichen couldn't help but find it funny. Feeling her touch in his arms, he restrained himself from moving any further.
He carried her all the way to his bedroom. As soon as Jiang Zhaoxue entered the gate of Pei Zichen's palace, she felt something strange.
The demonic energy here was too pure and thick, completely different from other places. Her power was suppressed, as if she had entered a "field".
She suddenly became alert and felt the person holding her leading her across the courtyard and up the stairs. Finally, she heard a loud creaking sound of the palace door, and he led her into an extremely empty room.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, realizing that this was definitely not a guest room. She was wary of the other party's movements. She only heard the sound of the gauze curtain being rolled up, and then she felt the other party gently placing her on a soft bed.
The moment he entered the bed, the other person's unique aura came over him overwhelmingly, and Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but frown.
The place was filled with the man's scent, but he had obviously tried to conceal it. She could only feel herself enveloped by his scent, but could not smell what it was specifically.
But what is certain is that she does not dislike the smell.
Seeing her frown, the man seemed to understand her feelings and explained, "This is where I usually live. Everything has been renovated today, but after living here for a long time, it's inevitable that you'll pick up the smell. You'll get used to it after a couple of days."
Jiang Zhaoxue was startled and didn't know for a moment whether the other party was talking to her or to himself.
The other party clearly didn't need her response and continued, "The situation in the Nine Netherworld is complicated. As the Immortal Lord, you are the target of public criticism. This is the only place that is completely under my protection. You can rest here now. I will arrange for your people to come over as soon as possible. Rest well first."
After saying that, Jiang Zhaoxue felt the other person put a stone beside him, and then he realized that the person was talking to the recording stone.
She felt relieved and continued to play dead, but the other party did not leave after he finished speaking.
He looked at her.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue lying on his couch. The sheets, quilts and pillows were all changed by him, but they were all spare items for him. Purple and black are the most respected colors in the Nine Netherworld, so these things are all purple and black in color.
Jiang Zhaoxue was wearing a white dress with gold thread that she had brought from the real fairyland. The dress was dignified and elegant, with layers of layers. She was like a piece of wrapped honey, lying on his bed, surrounded and wrapped by his colors.
He couldn't take his eyes off the scene, his blood boiling, and the feeling of hugging her just now lingered on his fingertips.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt his gaze as if it had substance, and she couldn't help but become nervous. However, after a moment, he said something else and left it in the voice stone: "If you wake up, remember to change the clothes in the wardrobe."
Jiang Zhaoxue: "..."
Wow, it turns out this is just a struggle with mysophobia.
But the other party didn't intend to do anything, which made Jiang Zhaoxue breathe a sigh of relief. After the other party finished speaking, he calmly got up and left. After he completely closed the door and left, Jiang Zhaoxue sat up instantly and looked around.
As she expected, this was not an ordinary guest room, but rather the style of a bedroom that only the master of the Demon Palace could have.
She quickly got out of bed and walked around. She saw that the bedroom was huge. At the back was a hot spring bath where one could swim, and it was covered with flower petals. There was also a toilet and a cloakroom for changing clothes on the side.
Even the bed is twice as big as usual.
After walking around, Jiang Zhaoxue took off her complicated coat, sat on a small couch beside her, and sorted out the current situation.
When she arrived at the Nine Netherworld Realm, she first met a crow man. This man was much stronger than her. He attacked her sea of consciousness, but only cast a prank spell on her that prevented her from being touched by anyone. It can be seen that this man has a bad nature, but he should be a friend to her rather than an enemy.
Later she met this "Li Xiu Ji". His identity could not be fully confirmed and his intentions were not very clear, but one thing was certain: he wanted to trap her.
This place looks like a bedroom, but the operation of power is almost the same as that of a domain. That is, her every move in this area depends on whether the other party wants to know or not, but it can be known at any time, and within this range, her power will be absolutely suppressed.
Although that person said it was for her safety, but if the Nine Netherworld Realm is so unsafe, why let her come?
After letting her come, why trap her?
She didn't believe a word of what they said about arranging her people to come.
Since he was able to bring her here, he must have obtained Li Xiuji's permission. How could her disciple possibly live in Li Xiuji's bedroom? It was obvious that the man had lied continuously at the banquet, all to keep her in check.
So is he Li Xiuji?
What is he going to do?
If he was Li Xiuji...
Jiang Zhaoxue touched the pill box that had been prepared in her sleeve.
Should she feed him the medicine?
She was thinking about it. Anan beside her seemed a little puzzled and tilted his head and asked, "Why not feed it?"
"because……"
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and looked around, thinking: "The power here is the same as that of the crow man we met on the boat. This is Li Xiuji's bedroom. That person has no ill will towards me, which means that Li Xiuji has no intention of harming me. I owed him a fortune back then. If he didn't harm me..." Could she harm him?
Back then, she wanted to use Pei Zichen to find the artifact just to survive.
Now, is she going to harm Li Xiuji again for Pei Zichen?
Jiang Zhaoxue felt heavy in her heart. After thinking for a moment, she became open-minded again: "Forget it, let's interrogate Ye Tianjiao first."
"Interrogating Ye Tianjiao?"
Anan immediately became nervous when he heard this: "This is Li Xiuji's territory. Your voice transmission will be discovered immediately!"
"Won't."
Jiang Zhaoxue was quite confident, and Anan was puzzled: "What do you want to do?"
"Just wait and see."
As Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, she created a domain around her. She raised her hand and swept around, and saw the black air rushing into her palm.
Then she went straight to the bathroom, took off her clothes and got into the sink.
This bathing pool was as luxurious as Penglai. After Jiang Zhaoxue soaked in the water, he stretched out his hand.
"What do you want to do?" Anan quickly jumped to the edge of the pool, feeling excited about doing something bad.
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled at it and patiently explained: "The reason why spiritual power sound transmission can be detected is because the other party can detect spiritual power. If we use his power to transmit sound, he will naturally not notice it."
"His power? How do you use it?"
Anan couldn't understand: "Since it's his power, even if you use it, it must be transformed into yours. Wouldn't that be discovered?"
"So I just faked it." She gathered all the auras belonging to that person that she had obtained today and said slowly, "I surrounded his power with my spiritual power, disguised it as his power, and transmitted it through the domain. This way, Ye Tianjiao can also distinguish whether this is Li Xiuji or not."
Ye Tianjiao has followed Li Xiuzhi for many years and should be very familiar with his demonic aura.
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue closed his eyes and whispered, "Heaven has called, gather your energy."
The moment the sound fell, Anan saw a ball of black gas condensing in Jiang Zhaoxue's palm, exactly the same as the aura of the entire field!
Then the black air dispersed, and a golden light came out from Jiang Zhaoxue's hand. The black air entangled with the golden light. Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand and controlled the magic energy to flow along the direction of the power of the domain, and flowed outward along with other magic powers in the domain.
She put two fingers together, placed them on her lips, and said solemnly: "Heaven has called you, voice transmission, Ye Tianjiao."
As soon as Jiang Zhaoxue opened her mouth, her spiritual power instantly shot out. A moment later, Jiang Zhaoxue heard a dazed and drunken voice coming over, mumbling: "Sister... Sister?!"
"It's me."
Jiang Zhaoxue cut to the chase, explaining, "Time is limited, so answer two questions for me. First, is the demonic aura tainted on the spiritual power being transmitted to you now Li Xiuji's?"
"yes."
Ye Tianjiao replied without hesitation, then realized: "What's wrong?"
This demonic aura included the demonic aura of the masked man today. The demonic auras of the crow man, the masked man, and the palace were mixed together and were almost identical. Since Ye Tianjiao was sure of it, he almost confirmed Li Xiuzhi's identity.
"Answer my second question," Jiang Zhaoxue ignored him and asked directly, "How do you plan to resurrect Pei Zichen?"
Ye Tianjiao was stunned by this and couldn't help but ask, "It's already this time and you're still asking this?"
"You have two choices," Jiang Zhaoxue said indifferently, without any negotiation. "Either tell me your bargaining chip now, or I will use you and Li Xiuji's new clothes in exchange for them to help me resurrect Pei Zichen. It's your choice."
"No!" Ye Tianjiao finally reacted, "You asked me to come with you to the Nine Nether Realm just to make it easier to threaten me?!"
"You don't explain yourself clearly to me, but you're trying to trick me into coming here to work for you," Jiang Zhaoxue said with a mocking smile. "You're just talking nonsense, do you think I'm stupid? Time is running out. Tell me how you're going to resurrect Pei Zichen."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tianjiao gritted his teeth and could only say, "Pei Zichen is related to the Nine Netherworld. His soul is now trapped in the Nine Netherworld. Give the medicine to Li Xiuji, and I will tell you where his soul is."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and thought to herself, as expected. She said with a cold expression, "What kind of medicine did you give me?"
"Hey, don't ask anymore," Ye Tianjiao said painfully, feeling a headache from her question. "You just need to know, first, Pei Zichen is my brother and I won't harm him; second, no one knows where he is except me; third, this medicine will only benefit Li Xiuji and not harm him. You have to give the medicine to Li Xiuji, then we will have a chance to meet. Fourth, Li Xiuji is mentally unstable, if anything happens, you must run away! Otherwise, you will really die..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Tianjiao's voice disappeared.
Anan felt a little regretful: "Ah, the magic energy is used up."
Jiang Zhaoxue responded. She had sensed it a long time ago, but she had asked what she needed to ask, and the rest of the questions were not important.
First, this person is indeed Li Xiuji.
Second, Pei Zichen’s soul is in the Nine Netherworld Realm. Ye Tianjiao knows its location clearly, and he may be the only one who knows it.
Third, the medicine that Ye Tianjiao gave to Li Xiuji has only benefits and no harm.
Should I believe what Ye Tianjiao said?
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it, got up from the water, casually tied a single shirt and walked out, returned to the bed, sat on the bed and took out the medicine. After studying it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the medicine was.
The powder of this medicine is glutinous rice flour with a little caramel added. What makes it effective is the runes hidden inside, but she really can't tell what these runes are used for.
A thousand years later, no matter how unruly Ye Tianjiao looked, he was still a great master of talismans. Jiang Zhaoxue really couldn't figure out what the talismans he set up were.
After looking for a long time without being able to figure it out, Jiang Zhaoxue stopped boring herself and began to ponder the truthfulness of Ye Tianjiao's words.
She tried to summon Pei Zichen's soul many times, but there was no response. Either his soul had scattered, or, as Ye Tianjiao said, his soul was trapped by someone.
Ye Tianjiao knew where Pei Zichen was trapped, and she was the only person who knew about it. She could find out by simply asking anyone in the Nine Netherworld Realm to check with her. There was no need for Ye Tianjiao to tell such a lie.
Ye Tianjiao's condition was to let her drug Li Xiu Ji, but she had promised Li Xiu Ji a way out. If the drug was poison, there was no reason for her to promise someone else and then poison them.
Ye Tianjiao probably thought of this, so he specifically told her that this would only benefit Li Xiuji and not harm him.
But if Ye Tianjiao had no ill will towards Li Xiuji, why was he hiding? He could just acknowledge Li Xiuji as his kin.
Ye Tianjiao must be having some difficulty in recognizing Li Xiuji, and only after taking this medicine can he resolve this difficulty...
Jiang Zhaoxue sorted out all the information in his mind, but couldn't figure out a clue. He simply put the medicine back into the Qiankun bag, cleaned up the spiritual energy left by Ye Tianjiao's voice transmission, and pulled the quilt over him.
She lay down and sensed the situation of Qingyedie Landieqing. After confirming that they were not injured or in any accident, she relaxed.
Anan pulled a small blanket over her body. Seeing that she was silent with her eyes open, he asked curiously, "Do you believe what Ye Tianjiao said? Do you want to give Li Xiuji some medicine?"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened without saying anything, staring quietly at Anan's small quilt.
This floral quilt was sewn by Pei Zichen for Anan some time ago. When he was sewing this small quilt, she sat beside him, watching him compare the floral patterns, cut the fabrics, select the best cotton, and sew every stitch very carefully.
She remembered when Pei Zichen first learned to sew quilts. At that time, they were still in Taizhou. Ye Tianjiao secretly laughed at him and said that he looked like a little wife.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a pang of sadness when he recalled the scenes of the three of them when they were young.
Anan also sensed something and said soothingly, "Just trust him this time. He's still a friend after all, and..."
Anan murmured, seeming a little sleepy: "What else can I do?"
She wanted to save Pei Zichen. People were close to each other, and things were far and near. She couldn't help but believe it.
Jiang Zhaoxue took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Observe Li Xiuji tomorrow and see how to proceed."
He was lying to her anyway, so who knows what it was.
Anan responded, then thought of something and mumbled, "Also, is your method safe? Could our plan have been known to others in advance?"
"Unless he's very familiar with me, or has some other method I don't know about, he might be able to discover it," Jiang Zhaoxue said casually, closing her eyes. "But it's impossible for him to know the content."
The way she transmitted messages was to encrypt them again and again, and only a talisman genius like Ye Tianjiao could decipher it.
Li Xiuji practiced the ghost way, but his essential inheritance was sword cultivation, so it was impossible for him to have the ability of Ye Tianjiao.
After hearing Jiang Zhaoxue's explanation, Anan finally fell asleep peacefully.
Jiang Zhaoxue sat in silence in the empty hall for a long time, but still couldn't sleep. In a daze, she vaguely remembered the words of "Li Xiuji" at the banquet.
"If there's someone you want to see, it's the easiest thing to do."
The person I want to see...
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt the alcohol rising up. In a daze, he didn't know whether he fell asleep or was drunk, and slowly lost consciousness.
After a while, a cool breeze swept through the hall. There was a "creaking" sound, and the young man in purple and black clothes left and came back.
Black shoes stepped on the dark marble floor, and the hem of the clothes embroidered with gold and silver threads flowed across the ground like water. As he entered, a black aura poured in, covering the sky and the sun in an instant, blocking all the moonlight and turning the entire room into darkness.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned slightly and struggled to raise his eyes, but he couldn't open them.
I could only vaguely see someone walking in from beyond the bed curtains.
The bed curtains blocked the other person's specific appearance, and only his figure could be vaguely seen. He was wearing a loose robe and had a thin figure. He was getting closer and closer with the sound of footsteps, and finally stopped in front of the bed curtains.
The fog around her slowly dissipated, the doors and windows of the house had long been closed, and moonlight streamed in through the hollow carvings. The young man rolled up the bed curtains, and his eyes, as if they had substance, scanned her body bit by bit.
Jiang Zhaoxue was in a daze, as if in a dream. She tried to struggle, but her whole body felt sore and weak.
The other party obviously realized that she had been completely controlled and could not move. He bent down and lifted her fingers to look at them, then lowered his head to sniff them for a moment and put them down again.
who?
Jiang Zhaoxue was confused and thought about it, but the other party obviously would not answer.
She only felt him sit down beside the bed, look down at her, and murmur softly: "Didn't I say I would help you arrange for someone to come over? Are you so anxious?"
As he spoke, black air emerged from the young man's sleeves like a viper and penetrated into her sleeves and dress.
A cool and smooth touch wrapped around her skin, as if someone was caressing it. Jiang Zhaoxue frowned and her breathing became disordered.
The young man looked at her quietly, his voice as if in the sky. He let the long snakes transformed by the devilish energy hover over her body and asked in a low voice: "You have been inseparable all night, who are you talking to?"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't respond. The long snake inspected her body and began to lick it gently, as if tasting and discerning something more carefully. Her breathing became more rapid, but the young man's eyes grew darker and darker, and his tone was cold: "You didn't leave any spiritual energy, but you hid me very well. Come, let me see."
A long snake coiled around her legs. The young man leaned over, seemingly examining her, and warned her gently, "If I can't tell who it is..."
Demonic energy couldn't be restrained from escaping from the young man's sleeves, transforming into two long snakes that pulled her legs apart, while the rest of the energy snaked over her body. Sweat dripped from Jiang Zhaoxue's forehead. The young man stared at the small tongue faintly revealed between her slightly parted lips and teeth, feeling the touch of the demonic energy. He didn't know whether to comfort himself or declare to her. He simply supported himself with both hands at her sides, unable to restrain himself from moving closer to her, and pronounced in a hoarse voice: "Then you will be punished."
After saying this, the snake rolled up its tongue, and the woman's whole body trembled like a bowstring and cried out in shock.
The sound was like a horn, and the evil energy in the sleeve instantly transformed into dense little snakes and rushed towards the person on the bed.
The woman's voice was like the sound of jade breaking at Kunshan, mixed with the sound of gasps, and spread unrestrainedly in the hall.
Hearing the voice, the young man's eyes trembled, and his eyes were like the surface of ice pressing down on magma. He stared at her motionlessly, looking at her, as if he wanted to swallow her alive, but he refused to touch her at all.
He just wanted to see her sinking into the hell of life and death in vain, and fall into the hell of joy with him.
"Jiang Zhaoxue," she vaguely heard someone say in a hoarse voice, "I'm not begging you, I'm punishing you, do you understand?"
She understands.
Although she didn't know where the voice came from, she understood what he meant.
She was trapped in an extremely strange dream.
In the dream, she seemed to be entangled by a giant python, and the thick snake body wrapped around her. Then the giant snake turned into a human form, supported above her, kissed her chest, and moved all the way down.
Torturing her, kissing her, until finally, he gently called her: "Yaoyao."
That familiar voice sounded, as if caressing her hair, the voice was right beside her ear: "Do you miss me?"
"don't want……"
Jiang Zhaoxue trembled all over, grabbed the young man's sleeve, and almost cried: "Pei Zichen...don't..."
When the name came out, the young man was stunned. At that moment, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly woke up from the extreme and almost crazy excitement and sat up in shock!
Jiang Zhaoxue gasped for breath and looked around in panic.
Everything around was the same as before, the whole room was unusually quiet, with only the moonlight falling quietly.
She was still in a dream, her muscles trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly the night wind blew, the bed curtains swayed, and she suddenly realized——
wrong!
"Are you awake?"
The young man's voice came from the side, and Jiang Zhaoxue's defensive formation was instantly activated. At the same time, he raised his eyes and saw the other person's appearance clearly.
A masked young man with wide sleeves sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes clear and cold, looking at her without any evil thoughts.
Jiang Zhaoxue gasped uncontrollably, looking at the person in front of him in shock: "Emperor?"
"You drank too much tonight, your mind is unstable, and you have invited evil spirits to enter your body."
The young man's words were like floating ice, refreshing. Jiang Zhaoxue slowly calmed down and listened to the young man say, "I came here specially to see you."
"The Emperor is joking."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't believe what he said. She stared into his eyes and sneered, "The Emperor is here to rule. What evil spirit in the world dares to offend?"
"You want to hear the truth?" The young man knew immediately that she didn't believe what he said.
Jiang Zhaoxue was reminded by his words and finally realized that the gap in strength between the two sides was too big and her reaction was a bit extreme. If she really fought, she would not gain any benefit.
Seeing that she had regained some consciousness, the young man continued, looking quietly into her eyes. "If you want to hear it, the truth is, I just realized that Immortal Master Jiang had contacted an outsider. I thought that Immortal Master Jiang must be dissatisfied with my arrangements, so I went to check who the Immortal Master was contacting. Unfortunately, the Immortal Master wiped out his spiritual aura, so I have no way of knowing the other party's identity. The only thing I can know is..."
As he spoke, the young man leaned closer. The moment his breath hit Jiang Zhaoxue's face, her body suddenly stiffened.
The intense afterglow of her dream seemed to be instantly rekindled. She sat there nervously when she felt the young man sniff at her ear. Without a hint of intimacy, he calmly explained, "Female cultivators' spiritual energy should be dominated by yin and weak by yang, but nowadays, it's mostly close to a balance of yin and yang..." He turned to look at her, hinting, "Is it a man?"
These words were too ambiguous, and Jiang Zhaoxue's pupils shrank rapidly.
She knew it was a warning, a warning that the other party had noticed her contact with someone else.
Jiang Zhaoxue was furious at being warned in such a frivolous tone, but her expression remained unchanged as she said coldly, "Your Majesty, you must be joking."
Jiang Zhaoxue secretly picked up the quilt, turned around and faced the other party, and warned him in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "It's not the Emperor's turn to check who I contacted."
The young man listened, his expression unmoved, staring into her eyes, like a snake staring at its prey, calm, focused, swallowing her whole in his eyes.
Realizing this, she couldn't help but think of the frantic dream just now, and couldn't help but secretly blame the current distance in her heart.
They were so close, their breaths intertwined, their eyes merged, and it seemed that anyone could kiss if they leaned half an inch closer.
Even though the other person's eyes were as cold as a cold river or pond, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but feel warm.
She didn't know the other party's intentions, and didn't want to be at a disadvantage at this time, so she could only stand still and let the other party stare at her.
But the saliva gathered in her mouth, more and more. In the end, she couldn't help it anymore. She moved her throat and swallowed the excess liquid.
Seeing this action, the young man chuckled as if his goal had been achieved.
"It's getting late."
He suddenly spoke, and stood up calmly. The bed curtains fell on his shoulders like water. He nodded slightly, as if he had not heard Jiang Zhaoxue's warning words just now. He said politely: "I will not disturb the Immortal Lord's rest. I will take my leave first."
As he spoke, the young man rolled up the curtains and walked out of the bed. Jiang Zhaoxue reacted and her expression turned cold: "Emperor."
The young man paused. Jiang Zhaoxue shifted her gaze and, through the gauze curtain, looked at the beautiful mountain silhouette. She asked in a cold voice, "Does the Emperor intend to imprison me here?"
"How could the Immortal Master think so?" The other party didn't turn around. His tone was polite, but his words were extremely domineering. "It's just that the guest should follow the host's wishes. I don't want the Immortal Master to see too many outsiders. I just want you to stay here for a few more days."
"How long does the Emperor intend to keep me?"
Jiang Zhaoxue confirmed the other party's intention and spoke coldly.
The young man seemed to think about it seriously, and his tone became calmer: "Soon."
This means there is no deadline.
Jiang Zhaoxue understood what he said and immediately asked, "What about my people?"
"She's settled in the guest house and living well," the young man replied patiently, then reminded him, "You should be able to sense it."
Ye Tianjiao and the other three had left a trace of their souls with her, and she could indeed sense that they should be safe.
After Jiang Zhaoxue finished asking the question, the young man politely asked, "Do you have any other questions?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was annoyed by his tepid tone. He was clearly the one who came to provoke her, yet he pretended to be gentle and respectful. She didn't want to pay attention to him, but he turned around and looked at the silhouette of Jiang Zhaoxue on the bed through the gauze curtain. After thinking for a moment, he said softly, "If the Immortal Lord has no questions, then I will ask a question."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes alertly, and heard the other party ask in a very soft voice: "Master, did you just dream about Pei Zichen?"
The dream just now suddenly popped into Jiang Zhaoxue's mind again, and his muscles tensed instantly.
Seeing this, the other party confirmed the answer, a smile appeared on his face, raised his hand and asked the teacup on the table to be refilled with a cup of warm tea, which he then sent to the person on the bed.
"Master, please drink some warm tea," he said, his tone caring, but to the ears of others, it seemed to have a deeper meaning. "Your voice is a little hoarse."
Jiang Zhaoxue was instantly shocked and angry when he heard this. He didn't care about the overall situation and couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his teacup and shouted angrily: "Get out!"
The teacup rolled to the ground, but when Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, he was really embarrassed to find that his voice was a little hoarse.
She froze completely, but the young man standing at the door chuckled softly, walked over to the broken teacup, bent down to clean up the dirty water and debris on the ground, poured another cup of tea on the table, and patiently advised: "You can be angry, but you still need to drink the water. Drink it and have a good sleep."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and the purple-black Qingxin Sutra floated down to the front of Jiang Zhaoxue's bed, transforming into talismans that surrounded the bed.
The young man turned and walked out, saying soothingly, "The evil spirit won't come back again."
It would have been better if she hadn't said this. Once she said it, Jiang Zhaoxue became angry again, her heart was in turmoil, and she felt ashamed and annoyed.
She was not sure when Li Xiu Ji came, nor was she sure whether her dream had anything to do with Li Xiu Ji, and even less sure what Li Xiu Ji saw.
But no matter what happened, Li Xiuji's provocative visit was really infuriating and embarrassing.
Jiang Zhaoxue was extremely angry and could not help but hammer the bed a few times. He felt his throat was dry and sore, so he gritted his teeth, got up, and drank the tea on the table.
The ground was cold and her feet felt chilled. She suddenly felt regretful and wished she had drunk the tea to avoid making this trip.
She wanted to kill him.
She touched the medicine box Ye Tianjiao gave her and began to regret her initial kindness and compassion. She wished it was some kind of poison that could penetrate the intestines.
She had to feed him the medicine.
Her weak sense of morality collapsed, and thinking about the provocative look of that person just now, her mind began to work frantically.
She must stuff the medicine into his mouth, push him to the ground, blow off his mask, and step on him.
He cursed on the boat and ran to her room in the middle of the night to act wildly. This man teased her again and again. If she didn't teach him a lesson, it would be a great shame and humiliation!
No matter if he is a demigod demon lord, she will make him pay!
While Jiang Zhaoxue was angry in the room, Pei Zichen closed the door and walked out.
He didn't know why, but the moment he heard Jiang Zhaoxue calling out his name in her dream, the evil fire that had been suppressed in his heart for days finally dissipated. He walked lightly and even felt that teasing Jiang Zhaoxue seemed to be a fun thing to do.
So before dawn, I couldn't help but start thinking about seeing her again tomorrow.
Just as he was walking down the corridor and about to head to where he was meditating, he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard a woman's voice: "Master, you seem to be in a good mood today?"
Pei Zichen paused and looked over coldly, then saw Silla Yi standing at the door holding the document, looking at him with a smile.
Pei Zichen's expression subsided, and he looked coldly at the document in Silla Yi's arms: "What's the matter?"
"Today, a secret report came from the True Fairyland informant."
Silla Yi stepped forward and handed a document to Pei Zichen: "Shen Yuqing left the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion today and headed for the Nine Netherworld Realm."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen's expression suddenly turned cold.
The night wind rushed in from the entrance of the corridor, bringing a chill.
Silla bowed her head and said respectfully: "You have just woken up and are weak. The True Immortal Realm is watching you covetously. Shen Jiang and his wife are deeply in love. The intentions of Immortal Lord Jiang on this trip are unpredictable. I hope that the Lord..." Silla raised her eyes and said earnestly, "Please be careful."
*** ***
After "Li Xiuji" left, Jiang Zhaoxue did not sleep all night.
Anan slept soundly all night. When he woke up, he saw Jiang Zhaoxue sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking haggard and aggressive.
Anan was startled by her appearance and couldn't help but ask, "You...what are you doing?"
"Think of a way."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke the truth, and Anan was puzzled: "What's your idea?"
"We're stuck here."
"Trapped here?" Anan was confused. "What do you mean by trapped here?"
"Li Xiuji has us under house arrest."
"House arrest?" Anan became more and more confused as he listened. "Why would he put us under house arrest? To keep a mistress in his house."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened without saying anything. She was also confused last night, but she soon realized the reason.
"The artifact is in my hands."
She twirled the jade scepter in her hand, analyzing carefully, "They targeted Pei Zichen in the first place, perhaps for the artifact. If that's the case, now that Pei Zichen is dead and the artifact is in my possession, they naturally won't let me go. Ye Tianjiao and Li Xiuji are probably not on the same page, so the most urgent task is to find a way to drug him and get out of this quickly. The waters of the Nine Netherworld are too deep," Jiang Zhaoxue pursed her lips, "We can't stay here for long."
"Then...then what solution did you come up with?"
Anan felt anxious when he heard her, but Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything.
If she wanted to leave, she would naturally give Li Xiu Ji the drug and leave. There was only one pill, and she had to ensure that the pill could enter Li Xiu Ji's mouth. The only way was to control Li Xiu Ji first before using the pill.
But Li Xiuji has a demigod body, how easy is it to control him?
Judging from several fights, Li Xiuyi's cultivation is far superior to hers. If she wants to control him, she needs to think of some special methods.
Fortunately, she brought a lot of medicinal artifacts from Penglai when she came, one of which was specifically for spiritual bodies. If she set up a large formation in advance and supplemented it with medicines targeting spiritual bodies, and gambled with the heavens again, it might not be difficult to control Li Xiu Ji.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it, and went through all the methods he had, and then he had a plan in his mind.
Anan waited beside her for a long time. When it was daybreak, Jiang Zhaoxue made up her mind and got up. She rolled up the bed curtains and got out of bed, calling out, "Someone come here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open and a group of people who looked like maids came in carrying toiletries.
Jiang Zhaoxue recognized that these were Yin Zhixian. Without saying a word, she just followed them to wash up, then sat next to the bronze mirror and let the Yin Zhixian help comb her hair.
Perhaps it was because of the Yin Zhixian that they were not cursed when they touched her.
Jiang Zhaoxue let them take out her hair comb and change her clothes. After she stood up, she suddenly realized that although this was Li Xiuyi's room, there were many women's things, and most of their preferences were the same as hers, as if they had been prepared in advance.
Has a woman lived here before?
Jiang Zhaoxue became curious and took Anan to the side hall to have dinner.
Yin Zhixian couldn't speak. She silently put a full table of dishes. For breakfast, dishes from all over the world were served to her.
These dishes were overflowing with spiritual energy. They must not be products of the Nine Netherworld Realm, or perhaps they had been specially prepared. Jiang Zhaoxue was a little puzzled, but he had no way to ask. He ate in silence for a long time, feeling a little bored. He looked up at the Yin Zhixian next to him, raised his hand to write a letter, and handed it to Yin Zhixian, saying, "Forward this letter to the Emperor."
Anan was busy eating. When he heard this, he looked at her and asked curiously, "What letter?"
"I said I was bored and asked him to find someone to take care of me."
Jiang Zhaoxue drank some soy milk. Anan was curious: "Will he take care of you?"
"Why not just give it a try?"
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at it and said: "Test his attitude towards me. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we make the next step."
"What if he doesn't care about you?"
"Then I'll keep writing letters," Jiang Zhaoxue said impatiently as she thought of the worst possible outcome. "I'll annoy him to death."
Fortunately, Li Xiuzhi was not as bad as she thought. After she delivered the letter in the morning, he came over in the afternoon.
When he arrived, Jiang Zhaoxue was in the waterside pavilion preparing to summon Pei Zichen's soul.
She took a tour of Li Xiuzhi's palace in the morning. It seemed that he had allocated all his activity areas to her, from the bedroom, dining room, study to the garden and waterside pavilion. They were all her activity areas. If you look carefully, you can't finish walking through them in a day.
Only the Yin Zhixian was active in this area. She walked for the whole morning and didn't see a single living person.
In the hot afternoon, she went to the pavilion by the lake to fish.
Although the temperature in the Demon Palace is always suitable, it is more relaxing to look at the lake while looking at the sun.
She threw the hoist aside and sat on the mat to start drawing the spirit-summoning array. After just a few strokes, she felt a cool breeze behind her, and then she heard a young man suddenly say, "What array are you drawing?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was startled by the sound, and his hands trembled, causing the patterns on the formation to become crooked.
She closed her eyes, resisted the urge to curse, and tried to comfort herself. This is how demon cultivators behave.
These demons and monsters like to use such scary ways to show their evil and madness.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then plucked the strings again, saying without turning her head, "The Emperor is here."
"Didn't you ask me to come?"
The other party's tone was indifferent, and compared to last night, it seemed a lot colder.
Jiang Zhaoxue had begun to get used to this man's mood swings, and said casually, "I asked the Emperor to find someone to accompany me, not to ask the Emperor to come in person. Why..." Jiang Zhaoxue turned around and laughed mockingly, "In the Nine Nether Realm, apart from the Emperor, there is no one..."
Jiang Zhaoxue stopped talking before he could finish his words.
Today, "Li Xiu Ji" changed into a light blue silk gown, wore a silver crown on his head, held a small fan in his hand, and lay on a small couch in the waterside pavilion, with his long hair flowing down, looking quite relaxed.
Although half of his face was covered by the silver-white mask, it must be said that he was indeed born with a good figure. Whether he was lying down or lying down, he was a sight to behold.
The mocking words were interrupted and he was speechless for a moment. The other party raised his eyelids and asked softly: "Besides me, what else?"
"Oh," Jiang Zhaoxue retracted her gaze, not wanting to engage in a verbal battle. Li Xiuji's presence wasn't a bad thing, and she wasn't afraid of chasing him away, so she nodded casually. "Nothing, I'm very grateful for your presence."
"Really?" The other party was clearly unconvinced. "If you had a choice, between me, your beloved disciple, your personal attendant, and Master Shen of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, or anyone else, what would you choose?"
"Your Majesty, are you joking?" Jiang Zhaoxue knew he was warning her against restlessness again. She gritted her teeth, pretending not to know, and flattered him, "Your Majesty, a demigod, a hero who created an entire realm by himself, how can he be compared to these mortals?"
"What if I'm not a demigod?" The other party listened to the flattery, but his mood did not improve at all. His tone became even colder, and he asked, "If I hadn't created a realm, and was just an ordinary cultivator with a little talent, would you still be happy that I came today?"
"Your Majesty, why do you have to belittle yourself?" Jiang Zhaoxue continued to flatter him as he listened to his embarrassment. "Even if you can't do anything, you're still beautiful!"
Pei Zichen listened, knowing that she was just saying it casually and frivolously, but he still gave up the idea of embarrassing her. He simply looked directly at the formation she drew and continued to ask, "What kind of formation is this?"
"Soul-summoning formation."
Jiang Zhaoxue drew the last stroke, opened the incense burner on the table, lit the incense in the burner, and responded casually.
Pei Zichen listened, but didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Who to recruit..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a sudden shock in his heart. Then he saw the woman in front of him put two fingers together and recited softly: "Heaven has called, Pei Zichen, soul return."
As the words fell, Pei Zichen's face changed drastically. He clenched his folding fan tightly to suppress the cry of pain that was about to burst out.
A sharp pain penetrated into his mind the moment the formation lit up, as if it was going to tear his soul apart!
She summoned his spirit!
She asked him to come over so that she could summon his spirit in front of him!
He understood in an instant, and countless thoughts surged into his mind.
What does she want to do?
What is her purpose?
Did she call him here to verify his identity or as a warning?
Silla Yi’s words last night were swirling in his mind, and he knew that Silla Yi’s words must contain provocative words.
However, it is true that Shen Yuqing came, and it is true that she contacted others last night. What does it mean that she is summoning spirits in front of him now?
Want to confirm if he is Pei Zichen?
Did she think that once she confirmed that he was Pei Zichen, she could rely on her identity to do whatever she wanted? Did she really want to play him in her hands?!
dream!
She is dreaming!
A violent aura spread in his heart, but he had no time to think about it. No matter what the reason, he could not let Jiang Zhaoxue notice anything unusual.
He suppressed the pain that almost tore him apart, secretly dissolved the painkiller in his palm, and stared at Jiang Zhaoxue's back as he summoned the soul.
The person in front of him moved gracefully and gently, as if she were divine. Only he knew how this seemingly godlike woman had deceived him, tortured him, squeezed him dry, and then calmly withdrew. In just three months, she was able to accept new disciples and laugh and chat with others.
Having come this far, why is he still pretending to be affectionate? Do you really think he's a fool who can't understand anything?!
His muscles trembled uncontrollably from the pain, his back was covered in cold sweat, and murderous thoughts kept turning in his mind. He wanted to pounce on the person in front of him and tear him apart, but he never moved.
He didn't know what he was worried about, he just lay there silently, with a vague idea in his mind.
She was summoning his spirit.
He has been in pain every day since he woke up. It turns out that it was because she had been summoning his soul every day.
This vague thought supported him as he waited for a long time. He felt as if he had been rescued from drowning, his bones and flesh eroded, turning into a pool of water.
At this time, Jiang Zhaoxue had finished summoning the soul and finally felt at ease.
Ever since she knew last night that Pei Zichen's soul was in the Nine Netherworld Realm, she wanted to give it a try. She didn't know whether the distance would affect the soul-summoning effect. Now that she had confirmed it, she felt at ease. She raised her hand and waved it, and the soul-summoning formation dissipated like smoke. Then she took the incense burner, poured out the incense, cleaned it up, and then turned around to look at Li Xiu Ji on the small couch.
Li Xiuji lay quietly on the couch. Although he was wearing a mask, his exposed face looked even paler and more eerie than when he came here.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt that he seemed a little weak, but she couldn't tell whether he was really weak or not, so she could only ask with concern: "Is the Emperor feeling unwell?"
"I hate immortal magic."
The other party spoke in a cold voice, and Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned.
The soul-summoning formation consumes a lot of spiritual energy. As the core of the Nine Netherworld Realm, Li Xiuji is indeed tolerant in allowing her to open such a formation in his territory.
She felt a little embarrassed, so she brought some water over from the side, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I was inconsiderate. I'll use tea instead of wine as an apology."
The other party listened but did not speak.
Jiang Zhaoxue froze for a moment, then raised his eyes awkwardly: "Emperor?"
"Why are you summoning Pei Zichen's soul?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the young man suddenly spoke.
Jiang Zhaoxue was somewhat bewildered. Pei Zichen stared into her eyes, his fingers curled secretly in his sleeves. He asked coldly, "Is it out of guilt? Or do you have other motives?"
"What is the Emperor saying?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was bewildered by his question and replied as a matter of course, "He is my Taoist companion, isn't it natural for me to summon his spirit?"
Pei Zichen listened and his heart beat faster unconsciously.
He suppressed his inappropriate thoughts and continued to ask, "Is it responsibility?"
"No." Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly without hesitation, "It's love."
As soon as these words came out, Pei Zichen felt as if his heart was cut by something sharp. His pupils constricted and he couldn't help but tightly clutch the clothes in his sleeves.
Someone started shouting wildly in my mind.
She's lying to you—
Pei Zichen, she has long seen through your identity and is deliberately trying to please you.
Even if she didn't see through your identity, she would treat you as Li Xiu Ji and pretend to be affectionate and loyal to deceive you!
Shen Yuqing is here, and she has other plans. She is a liar, and you can't believe a single word she says.
All the voices told him so, yet he couldn't help himself and was washed over by the grand pleasure.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue calmly, chewing over and over again: "Love?"
"Yes," Jiang Zhaoxue answered frankly, "I like him. Is this love?"
"But he is your husband's disciple."
"But he's my husband now."
Jiang Zhaoxue replied without hesitation. The young man stopped talking and looked at her, as if trying to discern the truth from her words.
Jiang Zhaoxue let him check. After waiting for a long time, the young man got up from the couch and walked in front of Jiang Zhaoxue.
She was only up to his shoulder, and as he got closer, he blocked the light in front of her. His aura was overwhelming, and Jiang Zhaoxue instantly tensed her muscles, her expression unchanged, but she was already on guard.
The other party was a sword cultivator and was extremely sensitive to people's body movements. He obviously noticed her changes and looked down at her.
His eyes were fixed on her lips. Jiang Zhaoxue pretended not to know and stared at the cloud pattern on his shoulder, confronting him in a stalemate.
After a long time, the young man suddenly reached out and touched her lips with his cold fingers. Jiang Zhaoxue was so frightened that she subconsciously wanted to step back, but he pressed her on the shoulder.
His movements were very gentle, but she was instantly unable to move. She just let him slowly press and rub her lips, whispering, "Who put lip balm on you today? Why is it uneven?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was startled, feeling as if he was gently pressing back and forth on her lips, and then raised his hand to straighten the wrinkles on her clothes and adjust her crooked belt.
As he was tidying up, he explained, "Yinzhixian is not like a real person. There will always be some things that are not done well. The Immortal Master needs to pay more attention to his appearance. If there are any mistakes tomorrow," he tightened his belt, and Jiang Zhaoxue leaned forward, as if to press against him. Jiang Zhaoxue pursed her lips, feeling her heartbeat uncontrollably quicken. She heard the other party whisper softly, as if whispering to a lover, "I am here to personally add makeup to you, ok?"
Oh my god, it turns out to be obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes in anger, wanting to quickly separate. She feigned composure and said, "I understand."
As she spoke, she saw that the other party did not move and was still tying the knot on her belt. She could not help but turn her head and remind him: "Emperor, there are differences between men and women. You are too close."
The young man paused, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at her expression, but ignored her. He lowered his head and carefully tied his belt, and then adjusted her waist ornaments.
After he finished everything, he stepped back, admired her for a moment, then looked up at her and apologized without sincerity: "I'm sorry, I can't stand it, I'm offended."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't want to pay attention to him and just stared at the rockery not far away without moving.
The young man observed it for a moment longer, then said, "It's getting late, Immortal Lord, you should go to dinner. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first, so you can have some rest."
After the young man finished speaking, he raised his hand to salute, and after ending the meeting with proper courtesy, he left calmly.
As soon as he left, the restriction on Jiang Zhaoxue disappeared instantly. Jiang Zhaoxue pursed her lips, her breathing became rapid with anger. She sat down in front of the incense table, poured herself a glass of water, and quickly drank two sips to calm down.
Seeing "Li Xiuji" walking away, Anan quickly rushed forward and cursed loudly: "Old rascal! You are over a thousand years old and still act like a hooligan to others! You have never seen a woman!"
With that, Anan jumped back onto the table and comforted Jiang Zhaoxue: "Master, don't be too angry. Think about it from another perspective. Even the Nine Nether Mysterious Nether Emperor has fallen under your spell..."
"Okay," Jiang Zhaoxue interrupted Anan and glanced at him, "Don't take the teasing seriously."
"oh."
Anan listened and quickly shrank his neck and restrained himself.
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at the incense burner beside her, and thinking of the past few times she had dealt with Li Xiuji, she couldn't help but say, "Anan."
"Um?"
"Don't you think," Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, "that he looks a bit like that senior?"
This made Anan startled, but then he realized, "Yeah, but... it seems to be just his body shape? That senior seems to have a much better temper? This Li Xiuji is so moody..."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened without refuting.
What Anan said was right, but that familiar throbbing...
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and immediately thought of Pei Zichen. She suddenly felt that her reaction was really inappropriate. She turned her head to look at the incense burner on the table, took a deep breath, put away those random thoughts, and said calmly: "Forget it, the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back."
She took a final sip of tea and said, "Let's move on."
On the other side, Pei Zichen returned to his meditation residence, and Silla Yi was already waiting there.
Pei Zichen glanced at her, walked to the center of the meditation formation, sat down cross-legged, and said coldly: "Keep an eye on Shen Yuqing. Report his whereabouts every day."
Hearing this, Silla looked up at Pei Zichen and asked tentatively, “Then Jiang Zhaoxue…”
"That's my business."
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