Chapter 57
◎I am Azheng◎
Jiang Qiye sheathed his sword and tossed it aside, then looked down at Pei Xueyan, who was slumped on the ground, his expression still indifferent: "So you're willing to tell the truth now?"
Pei Xueyan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, but still stubbornly refused to explain.
Why is it that I can fall in love with him again every time I wake up, once, twice, three times?
Why can't he just fall in love with her on his own initiative?
Without any memories, without any context, without any illusions, why should she have to take the initiative to remind me?
"Nothing to say?" Jiang Qiye said in a calm tone when he saw that she was silent. "Since you refuse to speak, then do as we just said: strip her of her cultivation and expel her from the sect."
"Go ahead and hit me, kill me if you want, I don't want to live anymore." She collapsed to the ground, looking pitiful. "My master doesn't want me anymore, and you want to kill me too. What's the point of me living in this world? I might as well be dead."
As he spoke, he picked up the soft sword and slashed it across his neck.
Jiang Qiye used to be nervous and scared, but now he coldly watched her pretend to be suicidal, without moving an inch.
She stopped cutting when she reached the neck.
"You are the head of a manor, and your master is renowned far and wide. How could you, Pei Xueyan, only do such despicable and suicidal things?"
Pei Xueyan didn't want to argue with him, but this pressure had driven her to a dead end, so she decided to go all out: "Fine, I admit it! We not only have a marriage contract, but we've also had a proper wedding ceremony, kissed, and shared a bed! Now, shouldn't you help me up?"
The Qingzong Sect has always been known for its strict rules and regulations. Jiang Qiye has cultivated alone for several years and has never crossed any lines with a woman.
Phrases like "wedding ceremony" and "intimate contact" were things he had never even considered.
These blunt and explicit words were like a pebble suddenly thrown into his calm heart lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
The waves were surging.
No one had ever dared to talk about such matters of love between men and women in front of him, and Jiang Qiye's ears turned red uncontrollably.
But he quickly suppressed his unease and refused to believe it.
The word "marriage" had never existed in his life.
Jiang Qiye lowered his eyes and stared at her, while Pei Xueyan looked up at him. When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
A moment later, Jiang Qiye slowly squatted down, raised his hand to roll up his sleeves, revealing his firm, tanned forearms.
The lines of chopping wood and carrying water are indeed beautiful.
However, Pei Xueyan's eyes were full of confusion: "...What?"
He said softly, "Shou Yuansha."
"......"
Pei Xueyan leaned closer for a closer look and saw that it was a very small red mark.
"What... does this mean?"
Jiang Qiye: "Naturally, it is the same as the 'virginity-preserving mark' for women. If it is just as you said, this mark should have disappeared long ago."
Pei Xueyan's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and her previous righteous indignation vanished without a trace.
So that's how it was so easily exposed!
She hurriedly withdrew her hand, stammering an explanation: "That, that's because we didn't have time... we didn't have time to act, so we didn't..."
Jiang Qiye slowly stood up, looking at her helpless appearance, and had already made up his mind.
This woman was indeed full of lies.
There was no real Shouyuan Sand; it was just a temporary illusion he created with his spiritual power. He originally intended to dampen her arrogance, but he didn't expect her to expose him so easily.
He said no more and simply told them to leave.
“Miss Pei, there is a room at the back of the palace. Please go and rest there. I need to retreat to cultivate in seclusion. Please do not disturb me again.”
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the prayer mat inside the hall, leaving Pei Xueyan alone, slumped on the ground, feeling both ashamed and angry, her cheeks still burning hot.
The two didn't get along for a few days.
Pei Xueyan couldn't figure out what Jiang Qiye was thinking either.
Why lock her up and confine her to this courtyard?
The surrounding spiritual energy barrier was like an impenetrable fortress. She tried to break through it twice, but each time the rebounding spiritual energy made her chest feel tight, so she simply gave up the idea.
His disciples were very filial, bringing him meals promptly at dawn and dusk every day.
At first, there was no food for her. Each time the young disciple put down the food box, he would bow and retreat without even giving her a second glance.
Later, it was discovered that this person would practice for dozens of hours without eating or drinking each time.
She ate it.
Pei Xueyan had absolutely no interest in cultivation, and couldn't express whether she was sad or happy.
In short, after waking up naturally and washing up, I would move a bamboo chair to sit in the yard and daydream. Occasionally, when I felt bored, I would gather a wisp of spiritual energy at my fingertips and play some harmless little spells.
For example, you could stretch out your palm and let a small flame appear, or use some magic to help unopened flower buds on a distant tree bloom, watching the petals unfold before gently closing them again.
More often than not, I look up at the clouds in the sky and watch them gather and disperse, disperse and gather again.
For several days in a row, Jiang Qiye practiced his martial arts.
It's really boring.
There's no one to argue with.
When Pei Xueyan was bored, she wanted to practice her inner energy cultivation techniques, but every time she exerted a little effort, she felt her meridians become sluggish and her chest feel tight, so she simply gave up completely.
Sometimes, I would sneak out to the entrance of the hall to see how Jiang Qiye was cultivating. Each time, a thick cloud of black smoke would linger behind him, making him look like he was practicing some kind of heretical method.
He's the real devil!
If someone has half the cultivation level of their master, what else could they be but a demon?
Because she was bored, she gradually moved her living quarters from the back room to Jiang Qiye's bed.
It's because his bed is closer to where he cultivates.
At first, I would just lie there to rest at noon, but later I simply slept there at night as well.
Who isn't afraid of unfamiliar places?
Moreover, lying in bed, one could see Jiang Qiye practicing his profound cultivation, remaining motionless for days and nights, truly a testament to his diligence.
She works even harder than her senior.
Being the chief disciple and the sect leader is truly not easy.
She definitely couldn't do it.
A light rain began to fall outside the window. Pei Xueyan entered the room and naturally lay down.
After spacing out, my mind was a jumble of trivial thoughts, and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of rain.
Suddenly, a roar was heard, and Pei Xueyan was so startled that she immediately opened her eyes.
Before I was fully awake, I saw Jiang Qi standing in front of my bed like a ghost.
The black smoke around him was thicker than usual, and his once clear eyes were now filled with crimson.
A jet-black longsword materialized in his hand at some unknown time, its tip pointing directly at Pei Xueyan's throat, carrying a chilling killing intent.
"What... what are you going to do?"
She instinctively shrank back, but the edge of the bed blocked her way out.
The out-of-control spiritual energy swept across her cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain, and the pain made her eyes instantly red.
Jiang Qiye didn't speak, only let out a low murmur, and the long sword moved forward another half inch, almost touching her skin.
At the same time, a surge of spiritual energy enveloped her, rendering her unable to move.
Pei Xueyan knew that he had gone mad with qi at this moment.
I have absolutely no idea how to react.
Just then, the longsword suddenly flew out of her hand, and Jiang Qiye pounced on her.
"Don't kill me... Jiang Qiye, look at me!"
Jiang Qiye's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf or a raging lion as he stared at her. His aura was rapid and chaotic, as if he was trying his best to control himself or suppressing the violent energy that was about to explode.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy burst forth, and the window was shattered instantly.
Pei Xueyan's heart stopped in fright, and she hurriedly cried out, "I'm not someone else, I'm A-Zheng... I'm A-Zheng!"
A struggle flashed in Jiang Qiye's scarlet eyes, and the swirling black smoke around him stagnates slightly.
They seemed to be scrutinizing her, trying to figure out if she was friend or foe.
But a moment later, an even deeper sense of malevolence swept over him, and he let out a low growl, his eyes turning fierce once more.
Pei Xueyan's heart sank to the bottom, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling as she repeated over and over, "I am A-Zheng... You said you would protect A-Zheng... Jiang Qiye, how could you go back on your word?"
She repeated the name over and over, and Jiang Qiye began to mutter intermittently, "A-Zheng, A-Zheng..."
But who is Ke Azheng?
He didn't know, and he wasn't clear.
Jiang Qiye stared intently at her tear-streaked face, his eyes flickering between light and shadow.
Enveloped in black smoke, his fingers curled slightly, and the spiritual energy that was originally aimed at her throat slowly shifted halfway, grazing her shoulder before stabbing fiercely into the bed board behind her, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
He's really scary. He's like a mutant, completely unlike the gentle and refined gentleman he used to be.
Like a demon.
Yes, like a demon who has gone mad and doesn't care about the lives of others!
Pei Xueyan had never seen such a terrifying man before. She trembled with fear but dared not stop speaking, her voice breaking with sobs: "I am A-Zheng... Don't kill me..."
This sentence was like a spell, taming him time and time again.
His anger was temporarily suppressed time and time again.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qiye's body swayed and he collapsed in front of the bed without warning.
Pei Xueyan was still in shock as she looked at the person lying in front of the bed.
She wanted to run away.
I want to leave, I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
Run! We must escape immediately!
She didn't want to wait until he was sober, didn't want him to remember her.
That pervert is terrifying!
Hastily wiping away the tears on her cheeks, Pei Xueyan suddenly pushed open the door and turned to rush out.
That damn barrier bounced her off again.
Pei Xueyan closed her eyes, made hand seals, and focused her mind on recalling the mental cultivation techniques taught by Jiang Qiye. Her spiritual energy surged, and she suddenly swung a palm towards the barrier.
That invisible barrier remained completely unmoved.
Once, twice, three times... She tried tirelessly until her spiritual energy was exhausted and she was completely drained. She collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with despair and anxiety.
"what you do?"
Pei Xueyan turned around and looked at the calm and composed man standing at the palace gate scrutinizing her.
He seemed to have truly forgotten how he had just acted crazy.
Pei Xueyan sat up from the ground, her hair already soaked by the rain.
How should she view him?
He wanted to kill her, as if his goal from the very beginning of their meeting was to kill her.
Now, he has gone mad with rage and still wants to kill her.
Pei Xueyan said softly, "I want to go home."
He adopted the air of a superior sect leader and said, "You haven't answered my question, so how can I let you leave? Besides, everyone in the world knows you are my wife, so you may stay here."
Pei Xueyan dragged her unsteady steps and slowly walked up to him, looked up at him, and asked in a voice so weak it was almost a whisper: "What do you want to know?"
The man looked down at her, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever.
Even though her hair was wet, her face was pale, and she looked pitiful, it did not stir the slightest ripple in his icy eyes.
His tone was flat and emotionless, uttering only two words: "All".
After saying that, she turned around and waved her wide sleeves lightly. "I already know about your master's affairs. Originally, I had no curiosity about you. I was only concerned about the unsolved issues concerning myself."
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