Chapter 68 The sunset painted the sky.
Her straw hat was slightly raised, and the veil was brushed against her face by the breeze, revealing a pair of cool, clear eyes.
Yun Xianqing's dark eyes held a faint emotion, but her words were anything but calm: "Only when she is willing to continue liking me will I have the right to mention her name."
Meng Chiwan turned a deaf ear; if there were a whetstone here, she might even want to take out Jinglan and sharpen it again. In short, anything was better than listening to some people's nonsensical remarks.
Yun Xianqing was of course aware of her indifference, but his perpetually feigned gentle face could still maintain a facade, so others could not see the change in his emotions.
If a moth flies into a flame and survives by sheer luck, will it want to fly into the flame again? She doesn't know if the moth would, but she certainly wouldn't.
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The Yun family set the time for them to enter the secret realm for the next day, so Meng Chiwan and the others had to rest at the Yun family's place for another day.
The Yun family provided them with the best of everything; their food, daily necessities, and accommodations were the kind of wealth that most people could only dream of. However, there was one strange thing: the Yun family did not allow them to move around freely. If they needed anything, they could simply instruct others to do it.
However, Meng Chiwan could not possibly remain idle. Since the Myriad Manifestations Instrument indicated that the aura of Liuyuan was in the Yun family, she would certainly investigate it carefully.
However, the Yun family was indeed crowded and noisy during the day, so she did not find a suitable opportunity or see anything suspicious. Just as she was about to investigate further, she suddenly received a message from Wei Jiyu telling her to return as soon as possible.
The moment Meng Chiwan received Wei Jiyu's message, she was squatting on a rooftop. Without hesitation, she climbed down and carefully made her way back to her place.
I had just returned to my place and closed the door when I heard a knock.
"Is Miss Meng here?" A gentle voice came from outside, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.
When Meng Chiwan opened the door, she saw a girl with her hair styled in double buns standing in front of her. A few beads of sweat dripped from her chin, and she looked anxious.
Meng Chiwan leaned forward slightly, her eyes asking what had happened.
The girl's gaze swept over her for a moment, then she glanced almost imperceptibly into her room before whispering, "Miss, please don't go out tonight. If you encounter anything, please don't open the door again."
These words left Meng Chiwan feeling as if a thick fog had descended upon her, yet within that dense fog, a sailboat seemed to appear and disappear, enticing her to investigate further.
Meng Chiwan tentatively asked, "What happened? Why can't we go out?"
The girl pursed her lips, the sweat on her temples dried a little in the wind, and strands of hair clung to her skin, tracing irregular arcs. She paused before saying, "Several spirit pets have gone missing from the manor."
"Why don't you let us help search? It would be a good thing to have more people helping to search," Meng Chiwan asked calmly.
The young woman was unwilling to say more, only saying, "I don't know the specifics either. Just remember not to go out. I've conveyed my message. Please heed my advice."
Meng Chiwan nodded thoughtfully, and then the back door was closed. She tried to push the door again, but found that she couldn't push it open.
The door appeared to be locked.
Meng Chiwan didn't rush to break down the door. Instead, she calmed down and sent a message to Wei Jiyu and Wen Liansong, asking if they were also locked up.
The answer was yes.
All three of them found it strange. If it was just a few lost spirit pets, why would they lock all the guests inside and not let them out?
However, the door was protected by a restriction, and Meng Chiwan tried several times but always failed. She couldn't open it by force either, as that might only alert the enemy, and besides, the situation outside was still unknown.
Helpless, she could only sit on the couch and prepare to send a message to Wei Jiyu.
The next second, the door clicked open a crack.
Meng Chiwan stared at the crack and fell into an eerie silence.
She got off the bed and released her divine sense, and as expected, she no longer sensed any restrictions.
The restriction was lifted inexplicably.
Meng Chiwan carefully walked to the door, grasped Jinglan, and gently tore open the door a crack, thus expanding her field of vision.
Her gaze swept across every visible corner like a beam of light, but she found nothing.
The doorway was quiet; the jumbled footsteps that had been audible just moments before had been swallowed up by a whale in the deep sea and were no longer heard.
He was interrupted by a panting sound.
Meng Chiwan lowered her head, and the shockwave she had just managed to lift was stopped by a sword gleaming with cold light.
Meng Chiwan slightly raised her head.
He was a handsome young man with delicate features, like a lotus in bloom. However, the young man was covered in blood, and large splattered bloodstains bloomed like bewitching flowers on his snow-white robe. His expression was indifferent, but a faint chill was hidden within it.
As the two sides remained deadlocked, Meng Chiwan was about to take out a few talismans when she heard his cold voice: "I had no intention of harming you, but if you act rashly, I can't say what might happen."
Meng Chiwan paused, and a thin thread instantly drew blood from her neck.
She stopped what she was doing, her expression cold and indifferent, like frozen ice and shattered jade, and asked, "What do you want?"
"Let me in," the boy said succinctly.
Meng Chiwan hesitated for only a moment before stepping aside.
The boy still held his sword to her, and the door closed automatically the moment he entered.
Meng Chiwan glanced at the closed door and realized even more clearly that this person's cultivation level far surpassed her own.
"Are you a lost spirit pet?" Meng Chiwan asked casually, feigning death.
Upon hearing this, the young man chuckled lightly: "Spirit pets? Is that what they call us?"
Knowing she was no match for him, Meng Chiwan simply observed the situation. Seeing that he wasn't ignoring her, she struck up a conversation with him: "I don't know anything about your complicated relationship with the Yun family. I'm just a guest here. You can leave quietly. I won't tell the Yun family."
The young man listened quietly, but didn't look at her seriously. He said, "The Yun family ancestor chose you, and so did I. As for whether you are a guest or not, what does that have to do with me? I just want to implicate you."
Meng Chiwan's breath hitched, as if she had inhaled several mouthfuls of unclean air.
What an impervious boy!
"What do I have that makes me worthy of your selection?" Meng Chiwan asked.
“Every room here has a protective barrier, but yours doesn’t. Do you think someone deliberately lured me here?” The young man’s expression was arrogant, his black hair matted together with blood, resembling a sticky tentacle.
Meng Chiwan listened to these words without showing any emotion, but for a moment she couldn't figure out the key point. In any case, it certainly wasn't her who was unlucky.
If it wasn't the boy who broke the seal, then who was it?
Meng Chiwan's breathing was heavy: "Are you trying to hide here? But those people might still be able to find this place."
"Someone will take care of it for you." The boy glanced at her for a moment, his voice clear and magnetic.
Meng Chiwan was now genuinely confused. What did he mean by "solving it for her"? Was being held hostage a good thing?
The boy noticed her confusion, but he had no intention of resolving it for her. He simply said, "Come with me."
Although the boy had not answered her question directly, it was clear that he did not intend to hide in her room. He had simply come to her room to treat her wounds with the medicine she had obtained that day before taking her away.
It turns out that the blood on his body wasn't entirely from killing people; large patches of it was his own.
Even though he was injured, he was still not someone Meng Chiwan could handle, so she simply followed the boy obediently, like a little duck following its mother.
As soon as she opened the door, Meng Chiwan sensed that something was wrong.
Her courtyard was too quiet; there wasn't a single person in sight, only two birds perched on the wall chirping twice, like natural musicians in this little courtyard.
The boy walked ahead, seemingly no longer on guard against her, making it an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack and escape.
Meng Chiwan also wanted to know what the young man's intentions were, so she simply didn't do anything underhanded. Besides, following the young man would allow her to avoid the Yun family, and she could also take the opportunity to look for Liuyuan.
The boy walked very fast, not even looking to see if she was keeping up, and completely disregarded her well-being.
Fortunately, Meng Chiwan didn't need him to wait at all. She simply followed the boy at a distance, so she could run away at any time if anything unexpected happened.
The boy seemed to be using his divine sense to find his way, only occasionally taking her to hide for a while before leisurely leaving again. Even if they encountered someone, he could deal with them in an instant.
As Meng Chiwan passed by the person lying to the side, she quietly released her divine sense and discovered that the person still had a breath. She then realized that the young man had not killed the person directly, but had simply used a special method to knock him unconscious.
The Yun family compound was far too large. Meng Chiwan followed the young man through the winding streets for a long time until she started to feel dizzy. Her sense of direction was already poor, and now she couldn't tell which way was which.
A crescent moon quietly hung on the treetops, and in the silence, night climbed up the sky, dressing the whole world in a dark robe.
The boy suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Meng Chiwan also stopped behind him to observe the situation.
The boy's blood-stained robe billowed in the wind, and a stench of blood filled Meng Chiwan's nostrils, causing her to frown immediately.
When he looked up again, the boy raised his hand, and spiritual energy surged in the air, forming a strange mark, like... a person hanging upside down in the sky with a long sword piercing through his body.
The boy's expression visibly turned serious as he pushed the mark into the wall, leaving a golden scimitar-like mark, like the moon sinking into water.
Before long, the scimitar sank down the wall, making a dull sound, as if something was being crushed or damaged.
As the wall sank, a solemn expression appeared on Meng Chiwan's face.
White bones.
Bones were everywhere.
A large steel knife was stuck in the red ground, as if it were intimidating someone.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the crimson ground looked like a sunset spread across it.
Meng Chiwan's pupils dilated involuntarily.
The boy tilted his head, revealing a cruel and sinister smile.
"Weren't we looking for a spirit pet?"
Meng Chiwan listened quietly.
The boy said, word by word, "It's all here."
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