Chapter 64 felt like it had been hit by waves...
"Do you really think I won't kill you?" Meng Chiwan's eyes and brows were devoid of any emotion. No matter what the person in front of her said, she would no longer show any reaction.
The warmth on her cheek gradually began to cool, and Yun Xianqing's hand gently caressed her cheek. He said in a low voice, "I really hope you will. If I can die at Chi Wan's hands, I think I will have no regrets."
“Yun Xianqing, if one day I can stand before you as an equal, without having to care about the truth of your words, without being bullied as the weak, then I will definitely kill you. I will kill you honorably, not like now, where even whether or not I kill you is a decision you have to make for me.” Meng Chiwan brushed away his hand that had landed on her cheek, as if brushing away branches that were blocking half of her vision, allowing her to see everything clearly once her eyes cleared.
He told her to kill him, but in the end, it was just a casual coaxing, like annoying your cat and then putting its paw on your arm, laughing and saying, "How about I let you scratch me?"
When a person is weak, even their anger is seen as endearing. To him, she was merely a tool for proving his path, one against which he would not offer any resistance.
The calm voice reached Yun Xianqing's ears. He looked at her determined eyes and suddenly remembered the way she looked when she gave him that string of Buddhist prayer beads.
What about the Buddhist prayer beads? I can't remember. It must be from that piece of memory that has been stripped away.
He lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. In this world where even memories can deceive him, he actually had the heart to lose someone who loved him so much.
Did he never waver? Did he truly not waver when he killed her to prove his path?
He tried to search his memory for a result, but his mind was empty.
After a long while, Meng Chiwan did not hear Yun Xianqing speak again.
As the feeling of falling slowly subsided, she couldn't quite describe her state of mind. Did she want an answer, or did she wish she didn't hear anything at all?
At the moment her soul returned to her body, Yun Xianqing's voice suddenly came: "Chi Wan, why didn't I meet you sooner..."
His voice was light and airy, containing a hint of regret that was hard to discern as genuine.
Meng Chiwan didn't speak, then opened her eyes.
What came into view was a vast, omnipresent instrument panel shining brightly in mid-air. It wasn't until she woke up that the moonlight in the instrument panel gradually dissipated, and then thick smoke billowed into her nostrils.
Meng Chiwan sat up and saw that the corpse on the platform had been engulfed in flames, and the fire spread along the cushion beneath the body all the way to the doorway.
Under the raging flames, Meng Chiwan had no time to think and began to extinguish the fire by circulating the spiritual energy around her.
The next moment, Wei Jiyu and Wen Liansong also woke up and simultaneously circulated their spiritual power to join the firefighting efforts.
The fire was quite strange; no matter what method was used, it couldn't be extinguished.
Meng Chiwan exchanged glances with the two men, then retreated step by step to the door, intending to open it and escape, but found that the door remained unmoved, indicating that it must have been locked by someone!
One of the roof beams burned through and fell, but Wen Liansong blocked it with her sword. Her eyes were full of anxiety: "What happened? The door is locked?"
Without saying a word, Meng Chiwan raised her leg to kick the door open.
But when I stepped on it, the door remained completely still.
Someone has placed a sealing barrier on the door, and you can't get out unless you break the barrier!
The fire spread, and the thick smoke made it difficult for people to breathe.
The flames barely touched the hem of her skirt.
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes, then circulated her spiritual power and unleashed the Shocking Wave, forcibly tearing a gap in the barrier.
But in the next instant, the wound healed itself.
Wen Liansong's face was already stained with the color of thick smoke.
Wei Jiyu immediately erected another barrier in front of the three of them, consuming spiritual energy to maintain it, but for some reason, he looked rather weak.
A bad feeling flashed through Meng Chiwan's mind.
The next moment, she drew the Jinglan Sword, which then transformed into a longbow covered with dense ice patterns, resembling layers of cracked earth on an ice field.
Meng Chiwan exhaled softly, feeling the wisps of spiritual energy flowing through her spiritual veins, and a thin layer of frost gradually began to condense in her dantian.
Draw the bow.
Behind the ice arrow were translucent frost feathers.
With a crisp "whoosh," the air was torn apart, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the barrier.
Another arrow was fired. Meng Chiwan's nose was slightly sweaty, but her hands, which were drawing the bow, did not tremble. Her gaze was fixed on the arrow fletching, her expression focused, as if her whole being was one with the arrow.
Several arrows were fired simultaneously.
With a snap, the barrier shattered.
Crystal-clear ice melted into water and gently caressed Meng Chiwan's cheeks, like a damp breeze.
The last arrow pierced the body of the person behind the door. The person let out a muffled groan and tried to escape, but Meng Chiwan swiftly fired another arrow.
The arrow was lodged right in the man's leg.
The woman staggered, then looked up and saw Jinglan pointing at her eyes. If she moved even a fraction of an inch, the sword tip would pierce her eyes.
Meng Chiwan said, "Who are you? Did you set the fire, and did you set up the barrier?"
Wei Jiyu clutched his head, seemingly in great pain. Wen Liansong quickly helped him to a stone bench in the courtyard to sit down.
Someone shouted, "Fire!"
Then a steady stream of people came carrying buckets to put out the fire.
But the fire seemed to slowly subside the moment the barrier broke.
After putting Wei Jiyu down, Wen Liansong came to Meng Chiwan's side. Upon seeing the man's face, she suddenly said, "I've seen this person before!"
Meng Chiwan frowned slightly, then looked at Wen Liansong, waiting for what was to come.
Wen Liansong carefully looked at the woman who had fallen to the ground, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It seems... she is one of Liu Yuan's concubines... and the only one who is still alive."
Meng Chiwan asked, "What do you mean by 'the only one still alive'?"
Wen Liansong was about to answer when she heard the woman groan and then say, "Because I am still useful, I am still alive. The others were taken away to be buried with me long ago. The Liu family said that they failed to take good care of Liu Yuan and that they killed Liu Yuan."
Meng Chiwan listened quietly, but her emotions remained unsettled.
She said calmly, "You want to kill us."
"Yes. Someone like Liu Yuan, once he's dead, he's dead. Why bother saving him?" The woman's tone was calm, and although she looked somewhat sickly, her eyes were chilling, full of malice.
“I saw Liu Yuan,” Meng Chiwan suddenly said.
"Is he... dead?" the woman asked, pausing her sentence.
"He said he was going to Lingjiang Palace to find something," Meng Chiwan said, enunciating each word clearly. "Did you tell him that Lingjiang Palace had something that could improve one's cultivation?"
The woman shook her head.
"Do you think he's dead or not?" Meng Chiwan asked.
"He must die." The woman's eyes filled with a dark, venomous resentment that almost completely changed her demeanor.
"You hate him just like those concubines?"
What do you think?
Meng Chiwan immediately asked, "You've been to Lingjiang Palace?"
The woman did not answer.
Meng Chiwan continued, this time in a resolute tone: "You are from Lingjiang Palace."
“I’m not,” the woman said.
“Lin Shuchun said…” Meng Chiwan uttered a few words slowly, but then paused.
The woman looked like she didn't understand, staring down at the ground.
But Meng Chiwan noticed the woman's unusual behavior in that instant. She didn't show any major abnormalities, but the resentment in her eyes seemed to pause for a moment when she heard Lin Shuchun's name.
In just a moment, it was as if a clear spring had suddenly been poured into a stagnant pool.
“He didn’t say anything.” Meng Chiwan smiled, then sheathed her sword and turned to walk towards Wei Jiyu.
Wen Liansong watched the woman from the side. The woman seemed to have no spiritual power at all. It was unknown how she set up the barrier or how she repaired it instantly when Meng Chiwan broke it.
Wei Jiyu still looked very distressed.
Fortunately, Meng Chiwan had been reading some books on medical cultivation out of boredom, so she immediately released her spiritual energy to examine his body.
Unfortunately, she is not a medical cultivator; at most, she can only detect spiritual energy, and she cannot detect with the higher level of divine sense.
The spiritual energy passed through the stagnant meridians and reached Wei Jiyu's sea of consciousness.
Wei Jiyu let out a muffled groan, his face flushed, as if he was in extreme pain.
Meng Chiwan's gentle spiritual energy swept across his sea of consciousness, bringing a shiver. It was as if a fire had ignited in his sea of consciousness, burning him so much that Meng Chiwan wanted to withdraw, but found that the spiritual energy was being pulled out by a domineering force and could not withdraw.
Left with no other option, Meng Chiwan grasped Wei Jiyu's hand and channeled pure spiritual energy into it, attempting to dispel the domineering power.
However, after that spiritual energy was released, the power not only did not dissipate, but instead became even stronger.
Wei Jiyu seemed to be struggling to breathe due to the power within her body. She was breathing heavily, her flushed cheeks glowing with intense heat. Even the hand she was holding was unconsciously turned into a clasp between his fingers.
He was slightly sweaty, as if he had been washed ashore by waves.
Meng Chiwan: ...
The spiritual energy that couldn't be drawn out, and his unconscious state.
She couldn't forcibly extract his spiritual energy, as that would damage his spiritual veins. She sighed and could only add something to the spiritual energy…
The herb in his heart briefly stopped functioning, and then a trace of demonic energy mixed with spiritual power was sent out.
The moment Wei Jiyu's power came into contact with the demonic energy, it repelled Meng Chiwan.
The instant she was thrown back, a chill entered her mind and body.
Meng Chiwan gasped for breath outside the small space, while Wei Jiyu spat out a mouthful of blood before slowly opening his eyes.
"Chi Wan?" Wei Jiyu seemed a little slow to react, staring blankly at Meng Chi Wan before speaking.
Meng Chiwan didn't waste any words and asked directly, "What happened to you just now?"
The moment Wei Jiyu met Meng Chiwan's gaze, she lowered her head for some reason, the blush on her cheeks still lingering, making her look like a flower about to bloom: "...It's nothing, it's just an old ailment."
Meng Chiwan looked at him suspiciously; such an answer was far too general.
But she didn't dwell on it too much: "The moonlight on the omnipotent disc has dissipated, so how are we going to find Willow Garden now?"
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