Chapter 26
◎Forget-Love Potion◎
When Jiang Qiye opened his eyes, he was still under that pavilion.
Pei Xueyan was still lying on the ground covered with dry grass, her eyes closed, and she had not yet woken up.
He should take this opportunity to retrieve the elixir.
This way, we wouldn't have to see her face contorted in pain after she opened her eyes.
Before she could make a move, Pei Xueyan slowly opened her eyes.
She sat up, her gentle gaze fixed on his face, tears streaming down her face without warning. Then she rested the back of her head on his lap, her shoulders trembling violently as she cried her heart out.
Jiang Qiye was tormented both mentally and physically, feeling like he was about to die.
He instinctively grabbed her and put his arm around her.
But he could not disobey his master's orders; what had to be done had to be done.
He gently pushed her away, extended his index and middle fingers, and slowly brought them towards her brow.
The elixir will be drawn out from here along with the spiritual energy.
Pei Xueyan knew how resolute the man in front of her was, how deeply he pretended to be affectionate and reluctant, and his hands never stopped moving.
He doesn't love her at all, and he doesn't like her.
She didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did she speak again. She just sat quietly, letting the familiar, heart-wrenching pain sweep over her entire body.
A man's ruthlessness and cunning can all be faked.
She didn't cry even when the pain was excruciating, but after the dissolving pill was removed, she felt completely drained.
She lay slumped on the hay, her eyes glazed over, blood trickling down her chin from the corner of her mouth.
She let Jiang Qiye wipe her with a handkerchief.
Separating the Heart Elixir from the Melting Elixir and then discarding the cultivation level does indeed reduce the pain considerably.
Pei Xueyan lay down for a moment, then slowly stood up by supporting herself on the ground.
She lowered her head, silently straightened her disheveled clothes, tightened her belt, and then walked out of the pavilion without looking back.
Will her master scold her? In less than two months, all the cultivation her master passed on to her was gone.
She couldn't beat Jiang Qiye, and she was deceived by him—deceived in the heart and in person.
She knew the man behind her was slowly following her, but she was really confused and upset.
She stopped and turned to look at him.
"Don't follow me anymore."
"I'll protect you and take you back."
“Go back where?” She gave a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with despair. “How can I face going home? I have nothing left.”
Jiang Qiye felt even more distressed upon hearing her sorrowful voice: "If you can't come home, I...I...you should come with me."
Pei Xueyan shook her head indifferently, her voice filled with death: "I'm not going anywhere. I want to find a desolate place to die. My master will kill me. You've been lying to me all this time. I hate you so much. I never want to see you again. Go away. I don't have the strength to argue with you now. I'm just a useless person."
Jiang Qiye tried to get closer and said softly, "I can take you with me to cultivate. Ye Xiuluo's magic is very harmful to a woman's body. I'm afraid that you will be physically and mentally damaged when you are over thirty. I will teach you how to refine pills and pass on all my magic to you."
Pei Xueyan sneered: "I don't want your magic, I don't want anything. I want to find a quiet place to live and die on my own. You'd better not follow me. If you do, I'll just kill myself. Anyway, I have no magic and nothing, so I'll die faster."
Jiang Qiye tried to grab her hand, but she quickly ran away.
The mountain road was rugged, and she suddenly fell to the ground.
Lifting her skirt, I saw blood on her legs.
She seemed to understand what it was like to be a eunuch in the palace; it felt like once the knife was cut off, all spirit was gone.
She was angry, resentful, and even unwilling, but nothing she did could help at that moment.
She couldn't beat him.
I also know that this person is a complete liar; no matter how soft-spoken he may be, he is still ruthless at heart.
She no longer expected him to have any feelings for her, only resentment. And resentment is love. She had originally hoped that he would soften his heart when they returned to reality, but she did not expect him to be so resolute.
She had hoped that he would soften his heart once they returned to reality, but now it seemed that it was just wishful thinking.
Jiang Qiye was still following behind her, not leaving her side for a moment.
Pei Xueyan limped forward, taking one step at a time. When she finally ran out of strength, she squatted down, picked up pebbles, and threw them at him one by one.
Finally, she slumped onto a rock, staring blankly into the distance.
"Why are you following me? If you really feel guilty, just slit your throat and end it all. Right now, I just want to chop you into a thousand pieces and feed you to the dogs and pigs. I hate you so much. I hate that you touched my body, I hate that you deceived me. You hypocritical scoundrel, you took everything from me and now you want to humiliate me. I'm sorry to my master, I'm sorry to my senior sister, I'm sorry to myself."
The more she talked, the more discouraged and upset she became.
She was right to criticize him; he was indeed a hypocrite.
Pei Xueyan originally really wanted to kill him, but only after she lost her martial arts skills did she realize that she couldn't lift anything, not even her hands.
She is even more delicate than "Ah Bao," and her words are even more hypocritical when she criticizes him.
She certainly wouldn't actually kill herself, but she was definitely sorry to her master. However, if her master knew that the disciple of the Qing Sect had crippled her martial arts, he would definitely forgive her.
Master hates this group of people the most.
But all those years of cultivation are gone just like that. I really hate him for it!
Jiang Qiye told her without a doubt, especially seeing her looking so distraught and suicidal, which made it hard for her to bear.
He had originally hoped that she would have some memories of these three lifetimes and some feelings for him, so that it would be easier for them to become Daoist partners.
This only adds to the suffering.
Jiang Qiye stood there, pondering for a long time. If those memories only caused pain and even made people lose the will to live, it would be better to let them disappear completely.
He stretched out his palm and took out a bottle of forgetfulness potion.
Once they drink it, all their past emotional entanglements will be completely forgotten.
Before Pei Xueyan could react, she was pulled in front of him by a surge of spiritual energy, and her acupoints were instantly sealed, rendering her unable to move.
The cold porcelain bottle was pressed against her lips, and a bitter liquid was forcibly poured into her mouth.
She didn't know what it was, thinking it was some kind of poison. Her eyelashes trembled violently, and her eyes were filled with a desperate desire to survive.
Jiang Qiye lowered his head: "I'll be free soon, free."
Not long after the potion of forgetfulness was ingested, Pei Xueyan's eyes gradually became unfocused, and she fell into a deep coma.
Jiang Qiye bent down and carefully held her in his arms, finally able to kiss her without any reservations or regard for their status.
He lowered his head to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers, his hands gently stroking her back, his movements filled with a long-suppressed longing.
He admitted that he was a despicable person, no different from the three men who were lustful towards her.
But he was her husband, the one with whom she had been legally married twice, even if it was in a fantasy. The excitement and joy, the physical intimacy, the blushing and heartbeats were all real.
Jiang Qiye didn't know how long a person would sleep when they were unconscious. He carried her to an inn, carefully changed her into a clean, plain dress, and then sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her sleeping face, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Could she wake up a little later, so he could stay with her a little longer and hold her soft, boneless little hands a little longer?
For three consecutive days, Pei Xueyan did not wake up, only her brow twitched slightly from time to time.
Jiang Qiye thought he had given her too much of the Forgetfulness Potion, so he immediately used his spiritual power to try to force it out.
Unfortunately, these things had already fused together with the blood, so there was no way for them to come out.
He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. When he was so tired that he moved a stool over to sit by the bed, and gently dozed off for a moment while holding his forehead.
In that instant, when I opened my eyes, I found that the person on the bed had vanished.
Pei Xueyan has disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Qiye's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had ever panicked so much because of loss that he even forgot to use the Spirit Feather to search for the person.
He stumbled down the inn's stairs, looking around, but couldn't see her anywhere.
She is now just an ordinary woman with no martial arts skills or cultivation, but with a beautiful appearance. If she were to encounter any misfortune, he would surely die in agony.
She has no spiritual power and is just a delicate teenage girl; she certainly won't go far.
Jiang Qiye searched almost the entire city, but still couldn't find any trace of her.
They're just short of using a magic spell.
He simply stopped all the people in the city and went to search for them one by one.
However, such an approach does not comply with the sect's rule of not disturbing ordinary people.
He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. When people are nervous, they forget a lot of things. When he stood helplessly on the street, he realized that he had forgotten to use the Spirit Feather to find people.
As soon as he released the spirit feather, the surrounding people recognized him as a disciple of the Qingzong Sect and surrounded him for help, saying that there was a giant fish that had become a demon in the lake on the outskirts of the city and that it ate people. They begged him to subdue the demon.
The rules of the Qing Sect require one to eliminate evil and do good, so even though Jiang Qiye was full of worry for Pei Xueyan, he could only agree for the time being.
He wanted to finish the search quickly so he could continue searching for the missing person as soon as possible.
At this moment, Pei Xueyan had already been taken away by her senior sister Zhou Wenjian.
Zhou Wenjian was furious when he saw Pei Xueyan like this.
“We entered the Ye Clan together, and Master passed on all his cultivation to you. Although I was saddened and jealous, I also hoped that you could cultivate diligently and live up to Master’s expectations! Now, only a few days have passed? You have lost all your cultivation and even lost your core. How can you face Master and the clan!”
Her senior sister's words struck Pei Xueyan's heart like a whip.
Pei Xueyan doesn't remember anything about the illusion, except that a young Taoist priest from the Qing Sect crippled all her martial arts skills.
When I woke up, I saw the Taoist priest sitting in front of my bed. My clothes had been changed, but thankfully I was unharmed and had not been humiliated.
She could sense that even when he was asleep, he was protected by spiritual energy. This man was good-looking. Sitting in front of the bed, could he be harboring lustful thoughts?
Her master repeatedly told her that all men in the world are lecherous.
She dared not linger and quietly escaped while he was taking a nap. As soon as she reached the street, she encountered Zhou Wenjian, who had come looking for her.
The fact that she had lost her cultivation could not be hidden from her senior sister, so Pei Xueyan simply embellished the story, making it sound tragic how Jiang Qiye had crippled her, and even fabricated a story about him insulting Ye Xiuluo, all while crying her eyes out.
The senior sister was both angry and annoyed. She was angry that her junior sister could be so impulsive, killing someone as soon as she gained high-level magic power. The lecherous thief deserved to die, but not now.
Such ostentation is bound to attract attention from all sides.
The Qing Sect must have heard about this before coming to kill the demon.
The Naoqing Sect, without distinguishing right from wrong, easily snatched away the spells that others had painstakingly cultivated. They are truly despicable!
However, she ultimately could not directly confront the Qingzong Sect, so she could only suppress her anger and teach her junior sister a lesson.
Pei Xueyan sobbed softly, "Senior sister, Master hates the people of the Qing Sect the most! Although I killed the Madman, they are a righteous sect. If they knew the reason, they would not have made things difficult for me. They must have had another reason for crippling my magic power. They must have disliked Master, so they crippled my magic power and announced it to the world. Ye Xiuluo has been easily captured. After all, everyone knows that it was really Master's magic power."
Zhou Wenjian was three or four years older than Pei Xueyan. He was mature in his thinking, steady in his actions, and not an impulsive person. He understood these reasons after thinking about it for a while.
Although my junior sister is not very diligent in her training and loves to play, she is simple-minded and both fears and respects her master. She would definitely not provoke the Qing Sect.
Zhou Wenjian sighed: "We don't even know how much magic power Master has left. If she were to pass it all on to you, there would be no use in her beating you. You've caused such a huge mess, so go back and reflect on your actions in seclusion. Maybe Master will forgive you if she sees this."
"Senior sister, how could Master forgive me? She's always been strict with me, far less lenient than she is with you. If she finds out, she'll definitely kill me!"
"Isn't that because you always love to play and eat, and don't concentrate on practicing your skills?" Zhou Wenjian sighed. "Master roamed the martial world for more than ten years at the age of seventeen, and cultivated a set of skills. How did she end up like this? She certainly won't let you off easily, but if you escape, she still won't let you off if she catches you."
Pei Xueyan felt like she was really going to be beaten to death by her master.
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