Chapter 17: Golden Scale Five How come she hadn’t noticed Qu Wuji before?
Qu Wuji leaned lazily on the couch, holding a green jade cup with a cold luster on his fingertips.
His hair was slightly disheveled, his black hair covered with snow, and he had a cold and unkind look. Although he was beautiful, he looked like a jade sculpture without a soul, which made people afraid and unable to feel any intimacy with him.
He hooked his finger, motioning her to come closer.
Ji Lingche's heartbeat was pounding, and he felt that Qu Wuji was getting even crazier.
It has already reached the point where treatment is needed.
Fortunately, she is also a madman and can cure people like this.
She held her forehead with her hand and smiled bitterly, "Master, Wanwan really doesn't understand. You gave me a small gift in the middle of the night when we're alone. What on earth does that mean?"
"Hey, if you like me, just tell me. Even though you're older, you've taken good care of yourself. I won't be disgusted—!"
Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly pulled onto the couch and her mouth was covered by a cold hand.
"Hush..." the man said with a deep sense of weariness, "Don't commit verbal offenses."
Faced with the cold and oppressive spiritual pressure, she swallowed the second half of her sentence.
Qu Wuji's icy fingertips brushed across her neck. He looked at her coldly, his expression unfathomable. He lifted the jade pendant she had just hung around her neck and said word by word, "Do you know where this jade pendant came from?"
Qu Wuji looked at the jade pendant and whispered to himself, "This was given to me by someone."
"It's a pity that man, who did too much evil, finally died."
Ji Lingche stared into his light-colored eyes. She was so close to him that she could smell his breath. The sharp fragrance of flowers enveloped her. She raised the corners of her lips and said coldly, "So?"
He tucked the jade pendant into her clothes, his expression calm but with a hint of madness: "Now, it is returned to its rightful owner."
Ji Lingche pushed him hard, but was held tightly, unable to move. She narrowed her eyes and said, "What do you mean? I don't know your old friend."
Qu Wuji's cold fingertips gently slid down her cheek, finally landing on her collarbone. He whispered, "Really?"
"Then I guess my eyes are blurry and I saw it wrongly."
Sacrificing Lingche:......
Qu Wuji placed his palm on the wound on her neck, slowly pouring cold spiritual energy into it. The inconspicuous scar healed quickly. He slowly said, "Live well."
She sneered and tried to pry Qu Wuji's hand: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely die after you..."
......
When Shu Shangjin pushed open the door, he was stunned. The documents in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and his mouth opened -
Shu Shangjin is thinking.
Shu Shangjin is a very cultured young man.
Generally, people will not show surprise or be embarrassed unless the matter is too shocking and difficult to understand.
He saw that his master, who was as beautiful as frost and snow, was embracing a woman.
Upon closer inspection, that woman... was her junior apprentice sister?!
He stood at the door, neither knowing whether to go in nor to leave, with his hands twisted together and smiling awkwardly.
But his master looked calm and had a clear conscience, holding his junior sister's hand with no intention of letting go!
Ji Lingche: "...Brother, it's not what you think."
Shu Shangjin repeatedly said yes, and Qu Wuji said coldly, "What brings you here?"
Shu Shangjin was stunned for a moment before reacting. He hurriedly picked up the document that had fallen to the ground, and then said, "Master, I... I'm here to deliver something—"
He had originally intended to come and visit Hua Wanwan, but seeing that his junior sister was so lively, he took back his words.
Shu Shangjin straightened out the documents, placed them respectfully on the desk, and then hurried away, finding an excuse.
Sacrificing Lingche:......
As soon as Shu Shangjin left, Qu Wuji let her go.
His expression was normal as he leaned leisurely on the couch. He picked up the document that Shu Shangjin had just brought and started flipping through it as if nothing had happened.
Ji Lingche stood up and looked at him coldly, thinking to herself, this man did it on purpose, deliberately trying to embarrass her -
Why didn't she realize that this person was so mean before?
She just said, "If you don't have anything else to do, I'll leave."
Qu Wu Ji didn't say anything and didn't look up at her. Ji Lingche rolled his eyes at him and turned away.
......
As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw the silver moon hanging high in the sky. A gust of night wind blew, bringing with it the unique earthy fragrance and coolness of March. Only then did she feel a little dizzy. She raised her hand to touch her cheek and found that it was a little hot. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The jade pendant was pressed against the skin on her chest, and it felt slightly hot. She touched the jade, feeling a little uneasy, wondering what was wrong with this man.
But he changed his mind and sneered -
Everyone says he is mentally ill, so why bother with him?
Ji Lingche immediately put what had just happened behind his mind, raised his head, curled his lips coldly, and walked towards Chen Mansion with his hands behind his back.
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Chen Mansion
Ji Lingche originally wanted to find Shu Shangjin to act as a scapegoat for him, but when he thought of the explosion that had just happened, he gave up the idea.
She stood outside the red wall and looked up.
The moonlight was like water, with silver light splashing, covering Tiejian Town like a white gauze, sliding down from the red walls and black tiles, and flowing thousands of miles.
There were noisy voices in the distance, and the tall buildings were brightly lit. Tomorrow was the Immortal Trial Competition. Those who should come and those who shouldn't come gathered in Tiejian Town. The young monks took advantage of the night to drink and chat, and meet with old friends, staying up all night long. For a moment, the town was more lively than during the day.
The incident at Ping'an Temple was handled cleanly and efficiently, and the news of the demon unrest did not spread. Only a few consuls of the Immortal Alliance knew about it. These young disciples knew nothing about it and naturally had no worries. They talked and laughed, just having fun and looking forward to tomorrow's excitement.
The Chen Mansion was far away from those restaurants and entertainment venues, so naturally no cultivators passed by nearby. The courtyard was dead silent and extremely solemn. Against the backdrop of laughter in the distance, the atmosphere seemed even more lifeless and eerie.
The reason why Ji Lingche cares so much about the Chen Mansion is closely related to her junior brother Yan Jinchen.
When she thought of Yan Jinchen, Ji Lingche's heart was filled with anger. Her junior brother was truly an evildoer.
The sacrificial spirit suppressed its spiritual pressure, stood at the gate for a while, and then went around to the side door.
With a wave of his hand, the bolt fell off and the door opened gently.
It was pitch black inside, without a sound, revealing four words: Walking into a trap.
Even if it meant going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, she would go ahead without hesitation. She calmly raised her foot and was about to step into the courtyard when someone suddenly said coldly from behind her, "Disciple, you are trespassing in a private house in the dead of night. What are you doing?"
She paused, and said vindictively, "I'm meeting my lover. Master, please stay out of my business."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a chill rising from his feet and enveloping his entire body.
I only heard the person behind me chuckle: "What kind of lover is this? I, the teacher, must meet him properly."
Ji Lingche was too lazy to pay attention. He turned around to look at him and changed the subject, saying, "You're following me, aren't you?"
Qu Wu Ji stood in the cold moonlight, his white clothes seemed to melt into the moonlight. He looked at her with a smile, without saying a word.
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a pain on the back of her hand. She hissed, and then saw the golden seal on her hand flash...
Qu Wu Ji walked past her, ahead of her, and entered the Chen Mansion first.
Ji Lingche stood outside the door with mixed feelings.
"Follow me." The man said coldly not far away.
Ji Lingche thought that it was not surprising that Qu Wu Ji appeared here.
He must have known that there was a secret in the Chen Mansion, but he deliberately waited until she arrived at the Chen Mansion before showing up. It was indeed to test her again.
As for the result of the test, he didn't say it, and she naturally didn't mention it either. They both pretended to be stupid, and maintained a strange balance.
......
Those were a pair of pale feet, completely bloodless, making the blood vessels more prominent.
The blue blood vessels bulged out like twisted branches attached to a layer of skin and flesh. The feet were so young, with tight skin and flesh, yet so pale and lifeless.
The feet were stepping on someone's chest.
The man was kneeling on the ground, dressed in coarse cloth, dressed like a servant. He suddenly reached out and grasped the foot that was stepping on his chest, trembling slightly, and finally tentatively, gently stroked it.
A woman opposite was leaning on a chair, wearing a light white gauze that barely covered her body. Her skin was pale, as if she had been dead for a long time, but her chest was rising and falling, and she was clearly breathing.
Her lips were pale, but her eyes were dark and bright. Although she had a delicate and dignified appearance, she carried a worldly air that was extremely inconsistent with her body, and her behavior was provocative.
The woman slowly raised her foot, moved it up along the man's chest, and finally lifted his chin with her toes.
The servant opposite seemed to be enjoying it very much. He groaned, picked up the woman's feet, put them to his lips, touched them vaguely, and gasped as if he had found a treasure.
Ji Lingche was lying by the window, his brows furrowed as he watched.
"Master, is it not okay for us to eavesdrop?" She sent a message through the air, speaking directly into Qu Wuji's sea of consciousness.
"You are the only one eavesdropping. Don't tell lies and damage my reputation." She turned around and found Qu Wuji standing not far away, not looking inside.
Ji Lingche snorted, and said in his mind: "With the master's superb skills, even if he was standing ten thousand miles away, he could still see clearly. It's you who is in the wrong place, don't blame others for what they say."
Ji Lingche's body was weak and her magical power was really a hindrance. She could only lie on the window with shame and continue to watch -
"Tell me." The woman finally spoke, and while speaking, she stepped heavily on the man's neck again.
The servant groaned, sweat dripping from his face. He panted and said, "Miss, I've done everything you asked me to do!"
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes. The servant was none other than the servant who stole Yin Beiying's jade pendant that day!
He had just called out "Miss" clearly, and it was obvious that the person opposite was the cousin who had been called out for a long time.
The servant was a little dazed: "Miss, I have already killed him for you."
The young lady seemed quite relaxed. She leaned back, slumped in her chair, and said leisurely, "He's the only son in the family. His mother, an old widow, went blind from embroidery. Now she can't see at all. She raised this son with great difficulty. He's a promising boy. He even passed the imperial examination and caught the eye of a wealthy businessman. He's going to be someone's son-in-law soon."
"This blind widow is about to get through the hard times. She keeps saying every day, 'After suffering comes happiness, after suffering comes happiness...'"
"Who would have thought, huh, now that her son is dead, she can no longer be happy."
The young lady spoke in a normal tone, but with a chilling tone: "In my life, the thing I hate most is seeing others being proud."
She said with a smile, "What I like most is the great sorrow after great joy is disappointed—"
"Sanxi, tell me quickly, how did that blind woman react when she found out her son was dead?"
Sanxi traced the young lady's slender legs and slowly moved upwards, saying as he did so, "I killed the man and disposed of him very cleanly. I threw the dead body onto the couch and covered him with a blanket, making him look as if he were asleep."
"When the blind woman came back, she called her son but got no response. So she reached for his legs on the couch and thought he was asleep, so she ignored him."
"It wasn't until the next day that she realized something was wrong. She drew some water from the well to wash her hands. When she put her cool hands under the quilt, she found her son's legs were even colder than her hands!"
Hearing this, the young lady laughed out loud, and her thin body curled up on the chair, like a white snake glowing with silver light.
Sanxi said, "That blind woman just said, 'Son, are you cold? Let me get you a stove to warm you up.' And then she really went to get the stove. It was March, and the stove had been put away long ago. The woman hunched over and went to the cellar to get it. She didn't come out for a long time—"
......
Ji Lingche could not hear what the two of them said afterwards. She snorted coldly and spat out the young lady's name in hatred: "A Si..."
Qu Wuji suddenly said, "You know her."
Ji Lingche pretended not to hear.
He walked forward slowly, and insisted, "Ah Si."
"It's a familiar name."
Ji Lingche sneered: "As expected of the Lord, your connections are vast..."
Qu Wuji cast a barrier that silently enveloped the entire Chen Mansion. "From what I know, this person is a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect."
"Later, he was killed during the Feng Incident."
Hearing "I am responsible for the Feng Incident", Ji Lingche's eyes turned colder. He turned around and looked at him with a hint of imperceptible murderous intent in his eyes.
The culprit was quite courageous to mention the crime in front of the victim.
Qu Wuji said, "After she was killed, her soul was taken away by the abandoned disciple Yan Jinchen. No one knows where it was taken."
"Master, I'm curious, Wanwan, how did you tell at a glance that the person inside was possessed by Ah Si's ghost?"
Ji Lingche was too lazy to waste words and just said, "...guess."
At this moment, a scream was heard from inside, and the boy suddenly covered his heart, rolled on the ground, and gasped heavily.
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and saw a rolling evil energy rising from his body, as if his life was being devoured inch by inch.
To hang out with evil spirits for a long time is like trying to get the skin of a tiger. In the long run, you will be retaliated against. Your mind and soul will be gradually eaten away, and you will gradually become a puppet like a walking corpse, and in the end you will only have one way to go, which is death.
The "young lady" curled up in a chair, smiling broadly as she watched her "lover" writhing and wailing on the ground, giggling sweetly, as if drawing nourishment from the suffering of others to blossom more brilliantly...
Ji Lingche looked back at Qu Wuji, and the two of them seemed to have a telepathic connection. Qu Wuji lightly snapped his fingers -
Suddenly, the young lady's giggle got stuck in her throat. She pinched her neck tightly, her face suddenly changed color, and a "cough cough" sound came from her throat. She looked at the window where Ji Lingche was, and they looked into each other's eyes!
All I saw was a pair of eyes without whites, dark blue veins spreading across the entire face, panting, and the neck twisting in a very strange way. The ghostly state was about to be completely revealed. He fell off the chair and crawled towards the window using his hands and feet.
But her movements froze, her neck drooped suddenly, and she looked lifeless.
Sanxi didn't understand what was going on and didn't notice anyone behind the window. He was so frightened that he rushed forward to hug the young lady.
"Miss! Miss you..."
But suddenly, the young lady raised her head, gasping for breath, her eyes wide open, as if she had just crawled back from hell. She started coughing violently, the blue-black lines on her body quickly faded, and her face even gained some color!
Ji Lingche understood in his heart that the body of this "young lady" was not decayed, so it seemed that the soul of the original owner had not left the body. The female ghost was attached to this body. As soon as Qu Wuji hit her, the ghost was sealed and the soul of the original owner awakened.
The original owner just woke up and was a little confused. He looked around and found that he was disheveled and sweating. He was hugged by a servant, who was also disheveled!
The young lady was stunned for a moment, her face flushed instantly. She raised her hand and slapped the boy hard, shouting, "Asshole!"
The boy was beaten so hard that blood came out of the corner of his mouth.
Sanxi was suddenly stunned, staring blankly at the person in front of him, his face flushed red, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He suddenly knelt down and knocked his head so hard that it made a loud noise. His forehead was covered in blood. He cried, "Miss, you are finally back, Miss..."
"Miss, I knew from the beginning that it wasn't you—"
With a "ding" sound, a dagger was thrown to the ground. The young lady's expression was cold, but her tone was trembling: "You are committing treason and blaspheming your master—"
"You kill yourself."
"Don't make me say it a second time."
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