Chapter 3 The scenery on this auspicious day is truly beautiful; it feels like I've died here before…
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The wind howled, rattling the windows, and the thunder and rain poured down relentlessly. On nights like this, Chu Li would usually put the little one to bed early, read him his favorite stories, drink sweet honey water, and fall asleep in each other's arms in the warm blankets.
It's definitely not like this now. She stands by the bed, wearing only an undergarment, and is helping a demon undress.
Shameless! She needs help to take off her clothes; it's a blatant humiliation.
Suppressing her anger and shame, Chu Li gripped the sash, unbuckled it, and slowly pulled it out.
Very well, now she has a rope in her hand, she'll strangle him.
Chu Li was passionately envisioning a plan in her mind when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
He took her hand and placed it on his collar.
Chu Li's eyelids twitched, and she took a barely perceptible breath as she helped him unbutton his shirt.
Just bear with it and it will pass. Maybe he'll get out of her house and spare her life after he's satisfied?
By the way, this needs to be explained in advance.
Chu Li looked at him with utmost pitifulness, "Brother Wuming, if I do that thing with you, you will spare my life and that of my child, right?"
The other person paused slightly, then suddenly grasped her hand, saying, "I never said that."
Chu Li: "?"
"Didn't you extend a warm invitation to me?" Wuming looked innocent and wronged, and said in a low voice, "I thought we fell in love at first sight and that our feelings were mutual. How could you misunderstand me like this?"
Chu Li stared at him in disbelief, her chest heaving with anger.
Did she fall in love at first sight with a murderer while she was blind?
"Still taking your clothes off?"
Wuming quietly reached out to touch her sash, but she blocked his way.
Chu Li's eyes reddened as she stared intently at him: "I understand, you still want money, right?"
Wuming opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he saw Chu Li walk to the desk and pull out a box made of golden nanmu wood from the corner.
She placed the box on the table, blew off the dust, and opened it.
Inside lay a thick stack of silver notes and a translucent storage ring.
“This is all my possessions.” Chu Li pursed her lips and pushed the golden nanmu box in front of him. “The ring inside is my husband’s keepsake. He said it was a storage ring with many valuable spirit stones inside.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming's eyes darkened slightly. He took out the storage ring, examined it carefully for a moment, and his expression changed slightly.
"Your husband is a cultivator, but which sect or school?"
Chu Li clenched the hem of her clothes with her fingers hidden in her sleeve, and said calmly, "This has nothing to do with you. Besides, he is already dead. If you are after money, take all of these things."
Upon hearing this, Wuming narrowed his eyes.
This storage ring is made of superior jade, something no ordinary cultivator could possess; that person must be someone of considerable importance.
He held the storage ring in his hand and looked at it for a long time before putting it on his finger.
It fits perfectly and is a natural masterpiece.
Seeing him put on the ring, Chu Li seemed to see a glimmer of hope and said softly, "As long as you let me and the child go, all of this is yours."
Nameless stroked the storage ring, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and said nothing.
Chu Li stared intently at him. Seeing that he didn't respond, fearing that he wouldn't agree, she picked up the silver note and stuffed it into his hand, adding, "There really are a lot of spirit stones and silver notes inside. You can open it and take a look. Besides these things, I really have nothing else."
Okay, actually she had three more of these rings, which she hid for the future when she had children. She couldn't really give them all to him.
Wuming looked at the silver note in his palm and saw it clearly by the candlelight.
The Nine Heavens Treasure of Tianyuan Pavilion bears the Azure Fish Seal of the Northern Region Sect. She and her husband moved here from a city in the Northern Region.
He glanced at the outer room out of the corner of his eye. The child was five years old, so her husband couldn't have died too early. As long as he investigated the sect disciples who had suddenly disappeared in the Northern Region within the past five years, and then selected those whose wives were named Chu Li, he should have results soon.
but……
Who cares?
Chu Li's palms were sweaty. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he still wondering who her husband was?
No one should ever know that person's identity, absolutely not.
As she frantically racked her brains trying to figure out how to keep it from him, Wuming suddenly took off the ring and put it back in the box.
Wuming closed the box tightly and handed it back to Chu Li.
After a moment of panic, Chu Li whispered, "Take another look, there's more inside..."
"I don't lack money."
He interrupted her calmly, and Chu Li was suddenly stunned.
If a person doesn't even want money, what else would they want?
Chu Li couldn't imagine the answer, and she was completely at a loss, so she put the golden nanmu box back in its original place.
After a while, she turned to look at the man by the bed and wiped her eyes.
What will it take for you to let me go?
Hearing her words, Wuming's eyes darkened slightly. He leaned against the bedside and said in a low voice, "Why do you say you'll let me go?"
Isn't this just blatant nonsense?
Someone barging into her house with a knife is either robbing or murdering her; do I even need to explain?
Chu Li took a light breath and whispered, "Because you are..." a demon.
Wuming chuckled softly, then said as if suddenly realizing something, "I understand, you think we three are eating and staying for free."
Chu Li was slightly stunned. Before she could react, she saw him take a ring off his finger and throw it over from a distance.
She didn't catch it.
"..." Wuming got up helplessly, picked up the storage ring that had rolled to the foot of the table, and handed it to her. "Take this. It's more than your husband's."
She stared blankly at the storage ring in her palm, and following the method someone had once taught her, opened it to take a look.
After a while, Chu Li raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.
Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.
She had heard of this saying, but no one had ever said it before: what should you do if someone offers you such a generous offer that it could buy a city? Is it a trick or a theft?
Chu Li had never seen so much money before; her husband's rings suddenly paled in comparison.
With this money, she no longer needed to meticulously calculate her child's school fees when he grew up, nor did she need to scrimp and save to avoid eating meat. They could move to a big city and live like emperors every day...
Wuming looked at her bewildered expression and found it increasingly amusing.
He's still a money-grubber.
That makes things easier.
He then unfastened the jade pendant from his waist and placed it in her palm. He glanced at it casually over her thin, sheer inner garment, his eyes darkening further, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Shall we continue what we were doing earlier?"
The jade pendant was of excellent quality; one glance revealed it to be no ordinary item and extremely valuable.
Chu Li looked up in a daze, but was burned by his gaze. She took a half step back and shook her head.
Since he's going to act with her, he probably won't force himself on her.
Wuming remained silent for a moment, seemingly with some regret, and then put the jade pendant back. "Alright, it's a family heirloom, I'll only give it to my future wife."
Chu Li watched him tie the jade pendant back to his waist and felt a pang of inexplicable heartache.
What ancestral inheritance? They don't even have a name or surname, so what kind of ancestor are they passing down?
He's clearly just being stingy, deliberately refusing to give it to her because he's annoyed by her refusal.
Wuming noticed that her gaze was still fixed on the jade pendant, and he gently stroked it with his fingertips. "Young lady, are you really not going to continue? It's such a beautiful day, and we've met here. It's truly a great fate..."
What kind of fate is it to stay at her house and not leave?
Chu Li became increasingly annoyed, feeling that this person was very similar to someone she knew—equally shameless.
"There are no extra beds or bedding at home, so you'll have to sleep in the side room." Chu Li took a half step back, put the storage ring on her finger, and figured that these devils were ruthless and murderous, so she might as well take it.
She bowed respectfully and said, "My child and I are going to sleep now, please go to the side room."
Wuming noticed her change in attitude and pursed his lips.
I should have just taken a hard line and forced her to stay in her room; I figured she would have just cried and endured it.
That outbuilding wasn't even as big as a stable; how could anyone sleep there?
“Young lady…” His voice was slightly deep, as if he wanted to say something threatening, but then he saw the other person approaching.
Chu Li suddenly tiptoed and gently kissed the side of the masked man's face, her voice low, "Go quickly."
Chu Li was well-versed in the principle of "slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat." She didn't know how to deal with demons, but dealing with hypocrites like this was quite easy.
Sure enough, Wuming stood there stunned, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chu Li pushed him out the door and quickly carried the child into the inner room. The sound of the lock being locked could be heard from inside, as if they were guarding against thieves.
Her eyelashes trembled for a moment.
Wuming raised his hand, his fingertips touching the cold mask, and a fleeting image flashed through his mind.
It seems like someone else once kissed him like that while standing on tiptoe, but I can't remember.
After finishing their sword practice, Gu Ye and Yan Xinbai pushed open the door and entered, shaking the rainwater off their hair and looking up at him.
Gu Ye asked in surprise, "It's over so quickly?"
No, it hasn't even been half an hour yet.
Wuming was lost in thought and ignored him.
Not only the kiss just now, but everything here feels familiar. Why is that?
He looked around the small house. The tables and chairs were made of huanghuali wood, and it was clear that someone had carefully bought a lot of good furniture when it was first built. One could imagine that the person had put a lot of effort into this home when they first got married.
But later, something happened and no one properly maintained or cleaned these tables and chairs anymore, and the wood was worn down to the point that it was covered with scratches and cracks.
"Master, do you know about deer blood wine? I'll buy you two catties tomorrow."
Wuming ignored him, slowly sat down at the table, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
The teacup on the table was also familiar. Its rim curved like a lotus leaf, and the warm celadon glaze made the tea water look extremely clear. He had always liked these interesting little gadgets, and if he saw them on the street, he would definitely buy them.
He picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and finally found something unfamiliar. He would never let his own teapot brew such a weak and almost tasteless tea.
You must drink good tea, freshly picked Qingshan Yunwu or Baxian Yinzhen. Buying these rotten tea leaves is no better than drinking water directly.
Her late husband had good taste in furniture, but unfortunately he knew little about tea.
Yeah, he's nowhere near as good as me.
"Look at him." Gu Ye, who had been ignored for a long time, finally couldn't bear it any longer and looked at Yan Xinbai. "His soul has been bewitched by that little widow."
Yan Xinbai calmly opened the ancient book in his palm and said in a low voice, "If he likes it, let him be."
Gu Ye asked incredulously, "So we're really going to stay here and never leave?"
Yan Xinbai finally looked up from the book and looked at him: "You can leave, no one is stopping you."
Upon hearing this, Gu Ye choked and shut his mouth in frustration.
The young widow was somewhat pretty, but she was by no means stunningly beautiful, much less so to the point of captivating anyone at first sight.
Thinking about it, this whole thing has been a bit strange since this morning. They were being harassed by several Nascent Soul cultivators, and to avoid causing any more trouble and exposing their identities, they wanted to find a place to rest temporarily. However, Wuming stopped in his tracks when he reached the small village at the foot of the mountain.
He kept staring at Xiaofushan, and suddenly said that he wanted to go for a walk on the mountain.
Without any warning or reason, Wuming insisted on coming to this mountain.
He found the cabin with ease, wandered around inside and outside, and then walked to the edge of a cliff.
Gu Ye heard him say this with a sense of nostalgia.
"The scenery is really nice."
Where on earth is the scenery in this desolate wilderness?
Gu Ye looked at the bottomless cliff, which looked like at least ten people had died there. It was so steep that a single kick could send people sprawling to the bottom of the cliff.
He couldn't understand what Wuming was thinking. The decisive and meticulous Wuming couldn't possibly be lusting after a young widow in the mountains. He was, after all, the Lord of the Demon Realm; he shouldn't be so unambitious.
"Gu Ye".
He paused for a moment, then chuckled, "You've finally come to your senses. What are your orders, Master?"
Wuming pondered for a moment, then put down his teacup: "Help me calculate an auspicious day, the sooner the better, is there one within three days?"
Gu Ye: "?"
He must be insane, or he's possessed by some wandering ghost from the mountain.
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