Chapter 69 Chapter 69 If Master dares to put you in danger again...
Pei Shulan wanted to go out through the back door, and Jiang Zhaoxue cooperated with her. She also used an invisibility spell to ensure that no one saw them entering the Li Mansion.
Along the way, Pei Shulan introduced the situation here to Jiang Zhaoxue.
The Dayong royal court controls the Western Regions, and this is Cangcheng, a large city in the Dayong royal court.
"Not far away there is a snowy mountain called Xuecang Mountain."
Pei Shulan pointed to the distant snow-capped mountains and led Jiang Zhaoxue and the others into her home. She explained, "The snow from Xuecang Mountain is the source of water for all the nearby cities. The two main cities, Xuecheng and Cangcheng, got their names from this."
"mother!"
"mother!"
As they were talking, two children came running down the corridor. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and saw that they were a boy and a girl.
The older boy looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and the younger girl looked only eleven or twelve years old.
The daughter was obviously more lively and rushed forward to hug Pei Shulan. Pei Shulan hugged her daughter and then stood up to introduce them.
"My husband has recently gone on a long journey, so I'll be hosting you alone. I hope you'll forgive me. These are the two children Guizhen and I later had. The elder is Sixiu, and the younger is Nianxiu."
After saying this, Pei Shulan spoke a few words to the two children, instructed the servants to take good care of the children and take them away, then led Jiang Zhaoxue and the others into the house.
As they walked, he said, "Back then, my husband and I took Xiuji to Jiangzhou, thinking we could live a good life there. But... life wasn't going well. When Xiuji was three years old, our family couldn't make ends meet, so we had to..."
Pei Shulan didn't say it, but Jiang Zhaoxue already understood. Pei Shulan gave a wry smile and continued, "When you and Pei Xiaodaojun sent the message, I cried all night. I wanted to take him home, but his father said that if he came back, the family wouldn't be able to survive. So I gave up. Fortunately, I later gave birth to Sixiu and Nianxiu. Since he left, everything has been going smoothly for our family. His father had some talent for business, and our family made a fortune in the spice business and had some savings. Then, after the new emperor of Great Xia ascended the throne, the situation became turbulent, and coupled with business dealings, our family moved to the Dayong royal court."
As she spoke, Pei Shulan invited them into the dining room.
She had given advance notice before returning home, and the servants had already prepared the food. Pei Shulan sat everyone down together.
"Over the years, people from all over the world have believed in this Blissful Immortality Religion. We can't be too different when doing business. Today, I followed the official's wife to pay homage and offer sacrifices. I didn't expect to meet the Immortal Master."
When Pei Shulan talked about sacrifices, a hint of displeasure flashed in his scholarly eyes.
She obviously didn't like the sacrificial methods of the Paradise Eternal Life Sect, and didn't seem like she was a believer in this sect.
Jiang Zhaoxue observed her expression and smiled, saying, "Madam Pei, I haven't been out of the mountains for many years. I'm glad to see you again. Let me offer you a glass of wine first."
Pei Shulan was pleasantly surprised to see her toast, and hurriedly said, "Master, you're so polite. Back then, Master spoke up for me, and my wife and I have always been grateful. Now that we meet again, if there's anything I can do to help, please do let me know."
"Nothing much."
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and began to ask, "I just want to ask, what kind of sect is this Blissful Immortality Sect? I've never heard of it before."
"It suddenly appeared in the past five years." Pei Shulan sighed as Jiang Zhaoxue spoke. "Since thirteen years ago, when the former Crown Prince lost the battle for the throne with the Third Prince, Daxia has enthroned a new emperor, but... it's said he doesn't have the destiny of a true dragon. Since then, Daxia has been plunged into disaster, natural and man-made calamities, and the people have suffered."
Pei Shulan smiled bitterly. "The common people are suffering. Five years ago, some people suddenly appeared, saying that as long as you believe in their Great Emperor of Bliss and Eternal Life, you can drink holy water in life and enter the ghost realm after death. The so-called ghost realm they say means not entering the cycle of reincarnation, not suffering the suffering of the mortal world, but using your soul to live forever in heaven and earth, entering a paradise of immortality, pain and disaster, and happiness."
"What is holy water?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was puzzled, and Pei Shulan frowned. "I'm not entirely sure, but I do know that holy water is distributed after every sacrifice. It's said that those who drink it can cure illness and briefly experience what paradise is like. Anyone who drinks the holy water will believe in it. And to enter the ghost world after death, one must be baptized in the holy pool while still alive."
"Holy Pool?"
"That's what a friend of mine said," Pei Shulan sighed. "She's a devoted believer in this cult, deeply involved. The Holy Pond is the most secretive place in the Blissful Immortality Cult, the place all believers yearn for the most. This religion has a strict hierarchy. Newcomers are called Forget Dust Disciples, and those in charge of them are Forget Dust Priests. They perform sacrifices in these public places you saw today. Their followers are everywhere, especially in the Western Regions. Many high-ranking officials and kings are their followers, so they provide a large number of criminals and slaves for sacrifice every year."
"Developing so fast?" Mu Jinyue couldn't believe it.
Everyone present knew that Mu Jinyue was right. To have developed so rapidly in five years, this was definitely not an ordinary sect.
Pei Shulan nodded, his expression serious. "This sect has the support of many cultivators. To grow, they would even directly change the monarch."
Monks cannot interfere in the struggles of mortals. Those who do will be burdened with karma and will not be able to ascend.
There are actually cultivators who directly launched a coup, which is no different from evil.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned and asked, "What happens next? What's the next level?"
"After the Forget Dust Disciples, there are the Immortal Envoys, managed by the Immortal Priests," Pei Shulan responded. "They're more secretive, and their identities need to be verified before they can participate in the sacrifices. Then there are the Holy Pond Seeds, managed by the Holy Pond High Priests. The Holy Pond Seeds are brought into the Paradise Underground Palace, where they're selected and trained, and eventually enter the Holy Pond, becoming the Formless Lord and meeting the Immortal Emperor. After my friend became a Holy Pond Seed, he said goodbye to me, and I haven't seen him since."
Pei Shulan's expression was filled with worry: "I'm afraid..."
Pei Shulan did not continue, but everyone present knew that if someone from this cult tried to become a Wuxiangzun in the Holy Pool, he would probably be sucked dry and not a drop of blood would remain.
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and learned more about the current situation in time and space with Pei Shulan.
Pei Shulan then arranged for him to return to the guest room.
Li Guizhen and Pei Shulan have obviously lived well in recent years. Although they are in the Western Regions, they still built a mansion similar to the one in the Central Plains.
The Li Mansion was quite large, so Pei Shulan arranged a small courtyard for them. After arriving at the courtyard, Jiang Zhaoxue asked the servants to leave, opened the barrier, and took the lead to walk into the room.
She entered the house, but the other three stood at the door without moving.
Mu Jinyue stood in the middle, feeling uneasy. Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing stood on either side, their faces expressionless and silent. The three of them looked like a row of students standing in a row as punishment. Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but laugh at this. She sat down at the round table, poured herself some tea, and looked at Shen Yuqing first: "Why don't you bring them in? What are you doing standing at the door?"
Hearing this, Mu Jinyue was the first to react.
She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and knelt in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, saying with a guilty look on her face, "Disciple is guilty!"
"What crime?"
Jiang Zhaoxue picked up the teacup and looked at the person kneeling on the ground with a smile.
Mu Jinyue gritted her teeth and said respectfully, "During the gap in time and space today, I failed to hold on to Master's wife, and in a desperate situation, I grabbed Master to save my life, causing Master to let go and Master's wife to be in danger. Today's mistake is entirely my fault. I hope Master's wife will punish me!"
As she spoke, Mu Jinyue kowtowed hurriedly.
Jiang Zhaoxue lowered his eyes to look at her, his expression unchanged. He asked with a smile, "If you say that, how should I punish you?"
Mu Jinyue paused. Jiang Zhaoxue thought about today's events and continued, "The spiritual energy vibration during the gap today was clearly caused by someone else. If I'm not mistaken, the person with this ability is most likely Song Wulan. He is a master who can compete with me. How can you fight him?"
Seeing Jiang Zhaoxue speaking for her, Mu Jinyue looked up in surprise, only to see Jiang Zhaoxue looking at her without a trace of smile in her eyes: "Your cultivation is not good, and you couldn't take care of yourself at the time, so it's normal that you couldn't hold me back. In a desperate situation, it's normal to instinctively grab someone you trust in order to survive. If I punish you for this, wouldn't it be too harsh?"
"But...after all, it was my fault..."
"So you're kneeling here, putting me in this dilemma. What exactly do you want to do?"
Mu Jinyue was frozen by what she said. Realizing that Jiang Zhaoxue was not speaking for her but was asking for censure, she hurriedly explained, "Master's Wife, I'm not trying to embarrass you. I'm really asking for apology..."
"I'm too lazy to argue with you about your thoughts. There's no point in giving you a few slaps." Jiang Zhaoxue interrupted her, not wanting to hear her explanation. She just said, "Just remember one thing. If I get into trouble because of you again, I will think you have bad intentions towards me." Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyelids and said calmly, "You deserve to die."
"Disciple, I dare not!" Mu Jinyue kowtowed hastily after hearing this. "There will never be a next time for such an accident, disciple..."
"Get up. I have something important to do."
Jiang Zhaoxue interrupted her and looked up at Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing: "Don't stand at the door, come in."
After listening to Jiang Zhaoxue's words, Shen Yuqing stepped into the house, and Pei Zichen followed him in.
Both of them reeked of alcohol. Shen Yuqing sat directly on a chair across from her and remained silent. Pei Zichen stood in front of her and said respectfully, "Master's Wife."
Jiang Zhaoxue clearly sensed that something was amiss between the two of them, but she feigned ignorance and simply extended her hand to Pei Zichen, "Give me the Tracing Light Mirror."
Pei Zichen took out the fragment of the tracing mirror from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned when he saw the fragments.
The fragment was dim and seemed to have no reaction.
She couldn't help but look at Mu Jinyue beside her: "Jinyue, can your Time-Seeking Mirror sense the God-Slaying Sword?"
Mu Jinyue was stunned for a moment, as if she sensed something, then shook her head: "Master's Wife, I can't feel it."
Jiang Zhaoxue felt uneasy and immediately asked Pei Zichen: "Zichen, you..."
"No."
Pei Zichen knew what Jiang Zhaoxue was going to ask, and seemed to have tried it before, so he said with certainty: "The Tracing Light Mirror, Yuanluo Bow, and Lingxu Fan are all unable to sense the existence of the God-Slaying Sword."
These words left Jiang Zhaoxue silent.
Their original plan was to go back five years and rely on the divine artifacts to guide them in finding the God-Slaying Sword. But now none of the divine artifacts responded. The world is so big, where could they find it?
"That's not right."
Jiang Zhaoxue tapped the table, thinking, "The Tracing Light Mirror won't teleport randomly. Every time we arrive at a location, it happens to be near the artifact. How could it not sense it?"
No one responded. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Pei Zichen beside her.
She hadn't noticed him since they were far apart during the meal, but now that he was standing next to her, she could smell a hint of blood from him.
Realizing that he was injured, Jiang Zhaoxue didn't want to keep him around any longer. She just said, "We just arrived today, so let's not talk about this. Let's get some rest first."
After hearing her words, Mu Jinyue and Pei Zichen took their leave one after another. When they walked out of the room, Jiang Zhaoxue realized that Shen Yuqing had not moved at all.
She thought he was drunk, so she decided to give him the room. But just as she took a step, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Yaoyao."
The call startled Jiang Zhaoxue so much that she turned around suddenly, and saw Shen Yuqing sitting on the chair with his head down.
He seemed a little tired. Jiang Zhaoxue was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Shen Yuqing remained silent.
After a long time, he finally whispered, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment before she realized what he was apologizing for.
But this matter had already been said, and the three red marks on her hands had not disappeared. It was obvious that Shen Yuqing had not taken the initiative to choose today, so she nodded and said, "I understand, you can go to sleep."
"You sleep here."
Shen Yuqing stood up and walked out without saying anything. His steps were a little unsteady, and it was obvious that something was wrong.
Pei Zichen had been standing outside the door. After he left, he raised his eyes to glance at Jiang Zhaoxue who was still looking at Shen Yuqing, and forced himself not to look at her any more, not to think too much, and just bowed silently, closed the door, and turned to leave.
When Jiang Zhaoxue was the only one left in the room, she finally realized what was happening and couldn't help but hug herself: "It's horrible."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but ask Anan: "Do you think he is drunk or has a mental illness?"
"You should ask Pei Zichen what happened to him." Anan said directly, "Something's not right between them."
"Do I need to tell you that?"
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a headache when she thought about the atmosphere between the two of them tonight. Something must have happened when she was away.
But she didn't want to care about it. She only thought about the God-Slaying Sword, so she quickly contacted Ye Tianjiao and Qian Sisi.
She had told them to wait five years ago, and they had been collecting information for the past five years. Now that he had contacted them, they were both extremely happy.
Ye Tianjiao has become one of the twelve principals in Tianji Academy. Although he is at the last one, he is also the youngest principal.
His brother Ye Wenzhi has been rising rapidly in the court and now seems destined to become a cabinet minister.
"Although my brother and others, along with the Tianji Academy, have tried their best to combat the Blissful Immortality Cult, the people have suffered greatly over the years," Ye Tianjiao and Jiang Zhaoxue sighed. "Their holy water contains the Return to Origin Mantra and the hallucinogenic Bliss Powder. The Return to Origin Mantra absorbs lifespan in order to achieve a fleeting existence. We think it's a perverse cult, but many people are willing to live for only a year or two. The imperial court can't do anything about them now and can only turn a blind eye. Even the Tianji Academy might be considering eradicating them."
"Then do you know who founded this Blissful Immortality Sect?"
"Someone from the Tianji Academy once entered their sacred pond and sent back information before his death," Ye Tianjiao said solemnly, "He saw the so-called Great Emperor of Bliss and Eternal Life, whose face was exactly the same as the former Crown Prince."
"What exactly is the Holy Pond?"
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard someone entering the holy pool, he immediately paid attention.
"The informant couldn't explain it clearly, but the last piece of information he sent before entering the Holy Pond was that the area, judging from the direction of the mountains, appeared to be a 'sky abyss'."
Tianyuan is a place that is absolutely isolated from the outside world and is created by utilizing the direction of mountains and rivers and the arrangement of magic arrays.
If the God-Slaying Sword is in that place, even the Light-Tracing Mirror and other artifacts will not be able to sense it.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and roughly figured out the situation.
As expected, Song Wu Lan referred to the method Song Wu Ya used to obtain the Lingxu Fan, and planned to follow suit to make a bigger one, and for this purpose he established the Jile Changsheng Sect.
Afterwards, he should have found the location of the Sword of God-Slaying. Either he built a celestial abyss where the Sword of God-Slaying was, or the place where the Sword of God-Slaying was was the celestial abyss itself.
And the so-called holy pool was probably the blood spring that Song Wulan used to cultivate Silla Yi with human lives.
This is how Concubine Zhao fed Silla Yi in the palace back then, so it is normal for Song Wulan to feed the God-Slaying Sword in the same way now.
The most urgent thing is to find the holy pool.
"Do you know how to get to the Holy Pond?"
"No one knows." Ye Tianjiao said solemnly, "Tianji Academy sent so many people, but only one succeeded. He passed the layers of assessment and finally became a Holy Pool Seed before entering the Holy Pool. If you want to go, then you must first find the altar of the local Wangchuan disciples..."
"I took it away."
After Jiang Zhaoxue said this, Ye Tianjiao fell silent for a moment.
After a moment, Ye Tianjiao said seriously, "Well done! Then you can wait for them to seek revenge. When the entire Ji Le Chang Sheng Sect comes out in full force, you will definitely meet Song Wu Lan."
"Five years have passed, and your joke skills have improved."
Jiang Zhaoxue realized he was joking and couldn't help but speak.
Ye Tianjiao sighed: "The elders of Tianji Academy don't speak human language, so I can only be forced to grow up."
"Is there any other solution?"
"If you can't find the Wangchuan disciple, then you can only find the Immortal Envoy during the major festivals every year. Today is the fifth day of the seventh month... Coincidentally, the Immortal Envoy will usually hold a sacrifice on the seventh day of the seventh month the day after tomorrow."
After Ye Tianjiao did some calculations, he said to Jiang Zhaoxue, "You should find a way to find the place where the Immortal Envoy performs sacrifices, and then get the qualification to be a Holy Pond Seed."
"How do I get the qualification to plant in the Holy Pond?"
"It all depends on your aptitude," Ye Tianjiao said with ease. "Someone will come to test your spiritual roots. Those with spiritual roots will be automatically recommended by the Immortal Envoy to become Holy Pool Seeds. They will receive a letter of recommendation from the Immortal Priest. Then, they will arrive at the designated location, where they will be led into the Paradise Underground Palace. After being selected, they will enter the Holy Pool."
Ye Tianjiao was very familiar with the process before entering the Holy Pool and emphasized, "But your difficulty is to find the location of the Immortal Envoy's sacrifice."
"Understood."
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and chatted with Ye Tianjiao for a while. At the end of the conversation, Ye Tianjiao fell silent.
Seeing him silent, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Why don't you speak?"
"Sister..." Ye Tianjiao's voice was a little hoarse, "It's been seventeen years."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned by what he said, and then she heard Ye Tianjiao laugh: "Tell me, will there be a day when you suddenly look for me again and I will already be an old man?"
"So you have to practice well."
Jiang Zhaoxue said seriously, "A cultivator's appearance is his own choice. You should always choose between the ages of twenty and twenty-four. This is the best age for a man. After twenty-five, he is worthless."
This made Ye Tianjiao laugh.
After the two chatted casually for a while, Jiang Zhaoxue was concerned about the important matter, so she stopped talking to him and went to find Qian Sisi again.
The news from Qian Sisi's side was similar to Ye Tianjiao's, but Qian Sisi's side had a much stronger underworld flavor.
"I have a few friends over there too. I'll ask around and see if I can get you into this sacrifice."
Qian Sisi said this, and the two of them briefly discussed the itinerary.
Then Qian Sisi started shouting that she was drinking with someone and took the initiative to cut off the voice transmission.
Hearing about Qian Sisi's carefree life, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little jealous.
After a quick bath, she lay down on the bed, ready to close her eyes and call it a day.
But after closing her eyes for a while, she heard Anan say leisurely, "Can't sleep?"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "..."
"Are you still worried about something?" Anan knew what she was thinking.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the ceiling of the bed, and Anan sighed: "Tell me, was it Pei Zichen who bullied Shen Yuqing today, or was it Shen Yuqing who bullied Pei Zichen?"
"It has nothing to do with me."
"When did Pei Zichen get injured?" Anan continued, "Can he bandage his wounds now? He's at the Nascent Soul stage. A wound that injures him and makes you smell blood is no ordinary wound."
Jiang Zhaoxue continued to look at the ceiling without saying anything.
Anan thought for a moment and said in a serious tone, "After all, Pei Zichen is the one who carries the divine weapon and is the most crucial person. His every move is related to the overall situation. You should go and take a look secretly now. This is for the overall situation!"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and knew that Anan was giving her a way out.
But after thinking about it, she sat up and said seriously, "You're right! I'm doing this for the greater good. He's injured, and I have to go see him!"
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed an outer robe and put it on. He used his spiritual sense to scan and confirm Pei Zichen's room. Then he picked up the medicine box and tiptoed to Pei Zichen's room.
These days, Pei Zichen and Mu Jinyue were the two disciples who took turns to keep watch. Tonight, it happened to be Mu Jinyue's turn to keep watch, so Jiang Zhaoxue bypassed Mu Jinyue and went straight to Pei Zichen's room.
The four of them each had their own agenda, so a separate barrier was set up in each room.
But Pei Zichen's barrier was always open to Jiang Zhaoxue, and Jiang Zhaoxue entered Pei Zichen's room quietly.
As soon as they entered the room, the smell of blood hit them in the face. Jiang Zhaoxue first cast a sleeping spell before entering. Then, holding the medicine box, he frowned and walked forward, unable to help but ask, "Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
"It looks like the wound is quite big." Anan was a little nervous.
Jiang Zhaoxue took Anan to the bed curtain. She reached out to lift the curtain, but as soon as she put her hand in, she was grabbed by someone.
The cold hand with calloused skin grasped her smooth wrist, and Jiang Zhaoxue froze instantly.
This hand had touched her countless times in the illusion, and her body was familiar with the location of each of his sword cocoons.
She didn't know why she thought of these things at this moment. The other person was clearly just holding her wrist through the bed curtain and clearly didn't do anything, but she started to have wild thoughts.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly, but she hurriedly suppressed it. Then she heard a hoarse voice from within the bed curtains: "Is that Master's Wife?"
"ah……"
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little embarrassed to ask such a question at this time, but in order to avoid further embarrassment, she simply said generously: "I just smelled blood on you, and I was worried that you were hurt, so I came to check."
"Will Master's Wife still worry about me?"
Pei Zichen's voice came from the bed curtains, holding her hand tightly.
Anan took a breath and couldn’t help but said: “What a heavy resentment! Feed it to Silla Yi, Silla Yi will definitely become stronger!”
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little less nervous when she heard this hellish joke at this time.
She coughed lightly, pretending not to hear the complaint in his words, and smiled, "I watched you grow up, how could I not worry about you? Is it inconvenient for you now? If it's not convenient, I'll leave."
The fingertips holding her wrist tightened a little. Pei Zichen was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Master's wife, wait a moment."
As he spoke, he let go of her wrist. Jiang Zhaoxue heard the rustling sound of someone getting dressed and walked to the side, carrying the medicine box. As she walked, she couldn't help but wonder, "Is he not wearing any clothes?"
As Jiang Zhaoxue said this, a picture naturally emerged in her mind. She hurriedly stopped her ridiculous thoughts and sat down on the chair obediently.
Pei Zichen quickly rolled up the bed curtains. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and found that he was not without clothes, but was indeed only wearing a single shirt.
He seemed to have straightened his clothes. There was not a single wrinkle on them from sleeping, and there was no sign of having just woken up. He walked up to Jiang Zhaoxue and saluted respectfully: "Master's Wife."
"It's just us, no need to be polite, just sit down."
Jiang Zhaoxue asked him to sit across from her and said hurriedly, "Where are you hurt? Let me take a look."
Pei Zichen listened, rolled up his sleeves obediently, and handed the wound over.
Jiang Zhaoxue gasped when he saw the wound.
The wound ran through the entire arm, and a spell gnawing at the wound floated on it.
"How could it be so serious?" Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the wound and immediately pulled his arm towards her. She raised her hand and twisted the spell to remove the wound. Frowning, she asked, "Who hurt you?"
"A teenager."
Pei Zichen felt her spiritual power flowing into his body. He couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the person opposite him who was full of worry.
Her face was particularly clear in the night, and her hair fell down and landed on his arm, making him feel a little itchy.
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard the word "young man", he immediately knew what was going on: "The one wearing a mask?"
"Yeah." Pei Zichen heard that she knew this person, so he pretended not to care and asked calmly, "Master's wife, do you know him?"
"Yes, he sent me to the altar. I always feel that he is somewhat familiar." Jiang Zhaoxue said, a little puzzled, "Can he hurt you?"
Except for the priest, the people present were obviously ordinary people without spiritual roots.
Can an ordinary person hurt Pei Zichen?
"I couldn't sense his presence." Pei Zichen explained, suppressing his sourness. "He moved very quickly. When I pushed him away, he scratched my hand."
"He's quite a capable man."
"Those that Master's Wife likes are all capable people."
These words were spoken very quickly. Jiang Zhaoxue paused and looked up at him.
Pei Zichen also knew that he had spoken out of turn, so he restrained himself and turned away: "What I meant was that Master's Wife is always kind to young people, and today she must feel that this young man has gone astray, which is quite regrettable."
"nature."
Jiang Zhaoxue knew his temperament and didn't want to discuss this topic with him any further. She just lowered her head and picked out the rotten meat for him, lecturing him: "Mind your own business and mind your own business. Look at your injuries. This kind of spell is not easy to remove. You should have called me from the beginning."
Pei Zichen knew that she was deliberately avoiding the subject and didn't even explain the boy's thoughts, which made him feel even more upset.
She would explain in the illusion, and if it was Shen Yuqing who misunderstood, she might also explain, but him?
How can she explain it?
He felt a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, or because he couldn't control himself after enduring for so many days, or because she was in danger today, or even because she took the initiative to look for him tonight... In short, at this moment, all his emotions completely burst out, and he couldn't help but say, "I should look for you, but Master's wife..."
Pei Zichen raised his eyes and reminded her: "You didn't turn on the light."
Jiang Zhaoxue paused and instantly understood what he meant.
She came here secretly and didn't even dare to light a lamp at this moment. How could he ask her to heal his wounds openly?
Pei Zichen stared at her, as if waiting for some order or answer.
She panicked a little and whispered, "You can find your master, or I can help you find him."
"Don't you know what my relationship with Master is?"
Pei Zichen was so irritated by these words that he curled his fingers and said directly, "If it weren't for you, he and I would have been enemies by now."
"How could that be?" Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes and smiled lovingly, "You are so generous..."
"I'm not generous." Pei Zichen interrupted her without hesitation.
He just stared at the woman who was carefully bandaging his wound in the night and repeated, "I've never been generous."
"That's because you've grown up." Jiang Zhaoxue finished picking out the rotten meat and began to clean the wound. "You didn't hate him when you fell off the cliff."
"But I hate it now."
Hated that he met her first.
Hated him for having her.
She hated that he had all the treasures in the world but didn't treat her well.
Every bit of hatred was ingrained in his heart, and he even began to hate the person in front of him. He hated why she had to stay with that person, and hated why she didn't like him.
Intense love and hate surged in his heart, but his face remained calm.
He was too direct, and Jiang Zhaoxue's heart was beating rapidly. However, she smiled as if it had nothing to do with her. She said helplessly, "You are still a child at heart. Love and hate come too easily." She lowered her head and forcefully changed the subject, "Did you have an argument with your master today?"
"We had a quarrel." Pei Zichen saw that she was unwilling to have a deep conversation and could not force her, so he just answered in a muffled voice.
Jiang Zhaoxue guessed it: "With your temper, can you quarrel with him?"
"When he let go, I was so anxious that I called out Master's Wife's nickname."
Pei Zichen answered truthfully.
Jiang Zhaoxue paused after hearing this, and then she realized that it was no wonder that Shen Yuqing was madly calling her Yaoyao.
Nickname...
Over the years, Shen Yuqing would only call this when he was not sober, and when they were very intimate in private before they got married.
But she knew that the key was not Shen Yuqing, but the person in front of her. What he said was just another test.
She looked up in confusion: "How do you know my nickname?"
"You told me that in the Lingxu Fantasy Land."
Pei Zichen looked up at her, his calm tone carrying a subtle hint of provocation: "I've been calling you that for four years."
"No wonder." Jiang Zhaoxue cursed inwardly, but smiled easily. "Your master must be very angry, right?"
"Aren't you going to ask why you told me your nickname in the illusion?"
"I don't even remember. How do I know you're not just kidding me?" Jiang Zhaoxue smiled, then said seriously, "If you forget what happened in the illusion, then forget it. There's no need to dwell on it. But don't yell about it next time."
Jiang Zhaoxue gave him medicine, and when her fingertips touched his wound, it felt both painful and itchy.
She spoke softly and slowly, "When you were young, I was unreliable and taught you bad things. Now your master and sister have arrived, and we'll have to return to the True Fairyland in the future. Although you and I have a clear conscience, we still have to abide by some rules. Even if your mistress has long since given up on fame," Jiang Zhaoxue put on one big hat after another, "you still have to think about your future, right? Your master told me that if you get the artifact, he still wants to cultivate you to be the next Pavilion Master."
She spoke these words softly and slowly, as if she were really just an elder who was caring about him.
But every word was like a steel knife, scraping at his wounded heart, causing him so much pain that he became filled with desire.
He wanted to press this person onto a chair, onto a table, chain him to the bed, before the bronze mirror, by the window, anywhere in the room, just like he had done countless times before, and ask her, amidst her sobs, whether they had a clear conscience? What rules did they have?
But it's not her fault.
She couldn't be blamed for anything. She just forgot and didn't like him. How could she be blamed? She was good enough to him.
He needs to be content.
Pei Zichen remained silent, only his emotions were secretly surging.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew that he was holding his breath at the moment, so she didn't dare to stay any longer. She quickly bandaged him, stood up, and prepared to pass through the wall: "Okay, the wound is treated, I'm leaving."
"Master's Wife."
The moment they passed each other, Pei Zichen grabbed her wrist.
Jiang Zhaoxue stopped and looked back, only to see Pei Zichen sitting on the chair.
He lowered his eyes to look at the ground and said in a hoarse voice, "What's so good about him?"
Jiang Zhaoxue immediately knew who he was asking about.
She was stumped by his question and didn't know how to respond for a moment, but she couldn't let Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing remain in such a stalemate.
She thought for a moment, then naturally brushed away his hand, turned around and walked towards the wall in front of her, saying as she walked, "What happened between you and your master has nothing to do with you. This marriage was forced upon me, and I hope that everyone will have their karma fulfilled and a happy ending. Zichen," she paused, stopped in front of the wall, and finally spoke, "You are young, you should have more friends. Now that your junior sister is here, why don't you take care of her..."
"I don't look after anyone but you!"
Pei Zichen interrupted decisively, and Jiang Zhaoxue paused.
Pei Zichen took a deep breath, remembering the moment she slipped away from him today. He couldn't help but say, "I won't listen to you and Master anymore. I am your servant, and my duty is only to you. What happened today cannot happen again."
"Today was an accident..."
"If I had held you, there would have been no accidents!"
Pei Zichen's tone was rarely firm. Jiang Zhaoxue felt that he was indeed furious, but she also understood the source of his anger.
She couldn't bear to scold her. Seeing her silence, Pei Zichen regretted that he was too excited and shouldn't have spoken to her in such a tone.
He stood up and walked behind her, his breath clearly visible through his thin shirt. He raised his hand and passed it across her side, as if holding her in his arms, and gently placed his hand against the wall.
The spiritual energy on the wall fluctuated, and he opened the door for her to walk through. His tone softened, and he said in a concession: "Master's Wife, I can call you Master's Wife."
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but tighten her grip around the box.
Pei Zichen felt this person in his arms, who had never touched him but was extremely close to him, and waves of pain spread through his heart.
He wanted to hug her so much, but he didn't dare to offend her.
He could only try his best to restrain himself and whispered, "I can remain silent, I can guard you for my whole life, as long as you like, I can give up everything, but the premise is that you really live a good life. Your safety is my bottom line." Pei Zichen's voice was unusually solemn, "If Master dares to put you in danger again-"
The wall in front of him turned transparent, and Jiang Zhaoxue could leave at any time.
Pei Zichen didn't finish his words, and Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to ask any questions.
The two stood in silence for a moment. Pei Zichen lowered his hand from the wall and stood behind Jiang Zhaoxue. He spoke respectfully, looking down at her, "Thank you, Master's Wife, for your concern tonight."
"Yeah, it's a small matter."
Jiang Zhaoxue pretended to be calm and nodded, then raised her hand and said, "You should get some rest early."
Having said that, she hurried away.
Pei Zichen listened to the sound of her leaving and took a long time before returning to bed.
The bed curtains fell again, and Yuan Luogong finally couldn't help but speak: "Master, if Shen Yuqing does something like this again, what are you going to do?"
"I will wear mourning clothes for him," Pei Zichen said, lying on the bed with his eyes closed. "I will inherit the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion and take good care of my master's wife for the rest of her life."
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The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Question: “What is your ideal in life?”
Pei Zichen: "Master passed away unexpectedly, and Master's wife was heartbroken and had no choice but to seek refuge with me. I will avenge Master, inherit the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, and provide for Master's wife until her death."
Question: "How do we provide for the elderly and see them to the end of their lives?"
Pei Zichen: "...If you want to know more, then you can go and accompany my master."
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