Chapter 57: Absurd Thoughts If I were you today, I would definitely take off your mask...
Shen Wenji gradually regained consciousness amidst an extremely tempting aroma of food.
The warm fragrance of the mellow bone broth is mixed with the fresh aroma of mushrooms and a faint medicinal fragrance... It also contains pure and sweet spiritual power, which penetrates into the nasal cavity along with the breath.
Her eyelashes trembled, and her eyelids felt heavy as if they were covered in honey, but she couldn't help but take another breath following the fragrance.
She seemed to be able to imagine the soup as it was freshly served, still hot from the porcelain bowl, the steaming water vapor taking shape, flowing through the air to her, circling around the tip of her nose, drawing out her chaotic consciousness bit by bit.
An instinctive dryness rose in his throat, and Shen Wenji struggled to open his eyelids, revealing a crack.
Her vision was blurry at first; she caught only the steaming bowl of spiritual food on the low table. Then, blinking her dry eyes, she made out the delicate outline of the bed's curtains and the warm yet not-blinding light filtering in through the cracks in the screen from outside.
Where is she?
Memories before the coma flooded into my mind like a tide.
She blocked Xie Tonghe's full-strength attack for Xie Yunqing. The spirit sword pierced her chest and she bled a lot in a trance.
Shen Wenji lowered his eyes and quickly raised his hand to touch his chest, but his fingertips touched smooth and flat skin, as if the fatal wound had never existed.
"?" She lowered her head in disbelief and pulled open her clothes to check. There was indeed no scar or mark, and no sign of injury at all.
But there was no way she could have remembered it wrongly. The brutality of the battle between immortals and demons, the thrill of the Tianque Bell plan, the excruciating pain of the collapse of her spiritual roots after being injured... all of them were vivid in her mind.
She remembered that before she fainted, Xie Yunqing rushed over and hugged her regardless of everything. There was bloodshot in his eyes and a tear of despair slid down the corner of his eye and fell on her cheek. His arms were hot, but the hand holding her was cold.
By the way, where are the others?
"Xie Yunqing?" Shen Wenji called out subconsciously, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
Empty, no one responded.
My heart suddenly tightened.
Shen Wenji lifted the quilt and sat up, subconsciously trying to get up, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt weak.
She suddenly realized how weak she was and even getting up and walking was difficult for her.
Indeed, she had been severely injured. Although the sword wound had healed, it didn't mean she hadn't suffered any internal injuries. She vaguely remembered hearing the sound of her spiritual roots shattering. Furthermore, she had woken up feeling somewhat hungry. Could it be that her cultivation level...
Shen Wenji's eyes flashed with nervousness. She didn't dare to hesitate and pinched the magic formula to explore the situation in her dantian.
The strange thing was that her spiritual roots did show signs of damage, but she did not feel any pain. Although her body was empty, her meridians were unusually smooth. She could even feel her spiritual roots recovering, and the weak new spiritual power was slowly growing and flowing gently.
What is...going on?
Not only have all her injuries healed now, but her cultivation has even improved a bit?
A brief moment of confusion flashed across Shen Wenji's eyes. She looked around vigilantly. All the decorations in the room were exquisite and complicated, something she had rarely seen.
However, the layout of the room looks more and more familiar. It actually looks a bit like the layout of Zuihualou?
It seemed that someone outside noticed the subtle movement inside.
Light footsteps were heard, and two maids, dressed in elegant clothes and only at the Foundation Establishment stage, tiptoed around the screen at the door.
When they saw Shen Wenji open her eyes and wake up, they immediately smiled and bowed to her respectfully.
"Girl, are you awake?"
One of the maids quickly stepped forward, carefully helped her up, and placed several soft pillows behind her.
His movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking her.
Another maid came over, holding the small white jade bowl on the low table.
"Miss, you have been unconscious for a long time. Drink some spiritual food to moisten your stomach and warm your body." The maid sat beside the bed, scooped up a small spoonful with a jade spoon, blew it cool carefully, and then handed it to her lips.
The tempting aroma drifted to the tip of her nose, greatly arousing the instinctive desire in Shen Wenji's body. The feeling of hunger continued to surge, and her throat rolled unconsciously.
But she still had some sense left. She calmly turned her head away, frowned, and asked, "Where is this? Who are you?"
"To answer the question, young lady, this is the west wing of Zuihua Tower. The owner of the tower brought you back. We are the people ordered by the owner to come here to take care of you." The maid answered with her head lowered.
It turned out to be Zuihualou. Being in a familiar place, Shen Wenji felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss, please drink. This is specially prepared by the host."
At the maid's repeated request, Shen Wenji was embarrassed to refuse her kindness and opened his mouth to swallow it.
The warm spiritual food slid into her esophagus and turned into a warm current flowing to her limbs and bones, nourishing her dry meridians and weak body. It was so comfortable that she almost sighed.
She couldn't help but eat it mouthful after mouthful, and her strength was mostly restored, with abundant spiritual power accumulating in her spiritual veins.
The maid considerately wiped the corners of her mouth and handed her a cup of refreshing spiritual tea.
Shen Wenji took the teacup, stroking the warm wall with his fingertips. After a moment of hesitation, he finally asked the question he was most concerned about: "Who sent me here? Are there...other people?"
The two maids exchanged a glance, and the one who had helped her up earlier replied softly, "The master brought you back personally. She instructed you to rest well. If you need anything, please let us know."
Did the owner of Zuihualou bring her back? Then where was Xie Yunqing? Why didn't he show up? Given his personality, if he had successfully escaped, he would never have handed her over to someone else, nor would he have placed her here and ignored her.
A series of questions came to her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder, could it be...that something really happened to Xie Yunqing?
Thinking of this possibility, Shen Wenji's heart suddenly tightened, and his face turned a little pale.
Seeing that she looked unwell, the maid quickly comforted her, "Young lady, you just woke up and are still weak. Don't worry too much. The owner of the building said that you can rest assured and recuperate here. Everything will be discussed after you recover."
Shen Wenji raised his eyes: "I want to see your landlord."
"I'm sorry, young lady. We don't have the right to take you there. The best we can do is convey your message." The maid bowed apologetically. "Please wait here for a few hours. The owner will come to see you as soon as he finishes his work."
From what the maid said, it seems she's under house arrest here now? It's very strange no matter how you look at it, so we can't act rashly for now.
"I'm tired and want to rest first. You guys go down." Shen Wenji pretended to be asleep and waved away the maid.
After the two figures completely disappeared from his sight, Shen Wenji stood up, walked to the door, and looked around inconspicuously through the crack in the door.
The corridor outside was exactly the same as the Zuihualou in her memory, with nothing unusual.
Despite this, she was still filled with uneasiness, and her eagerness to find Xie Yunqing grew stronger.
Her spiritual sense told her that Xie Yunqing was near Zuihua Tower.
Following the instructions, she walked slowly along the corridor.
But Xie Yunqing's breath was always erratic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and after walking for a long time, he still found nothing.
Shen Wenji was about to give up when her spiritual sense suddenly became very strong. She walked forward a few steps and came to a terrace with a wide view. She saw a familiar figure standing in front of her with his back to her.
The man was very tall and his figure was very similar to Xie Yunqing, but his aura was restrained and deep, making it difficult to detect.
His clothes were even stranger. He wore a black robe that was so tight and even heavy that even his neck was covered completely. It was totally out of tune with the current fashionable clothes.
Shen Wenji walked closer slowly, wanting to confirm the man's identity.
Hearing her footsteps, the man tilted his head slightly, revealing the black and gold evil ghost mask on his face.
It turned out that it wasn't Xie Yunqing, but the owner of Zuihua Tower... Shen Wenji was a little disappointed, and she began to wonder if her spiritual perception was broken.
"Master Boss?" Shen Wenji asked tentatively.
The man stiffened and paused for a moment before slowly turning around.
The eyes under the mask fell on her, and the voice came through the mask with a hint of deliberate alienation: "Miss Shen is awake. Are you feeling better?"
Shen Wenji was full of doubts, but he didn't show it on his face. He just nodded slightly: "Thank you for saving me, OP. I wonder if you..."
The host interrupted her, his voice devoid of emotion: "Your spiritual roots have just recovered, so you still need to rest. It's better for you to go back and rest early."
He's sending her away? That's a little weird.
"I came to you specifically to ask if you've ever seen Xie Yunqing? Where is he now?"
"Xie Yunqing?" The host seemed to ponder for a moment, his tone calm and unmoved. "Although I went to rescue you after receiving a message from him, I have never met him."
"When I found you, you were seriously injured and unconscious, and there was no one else by your side."
Shen Wenji frowned, a little unconvinced.
The owner of Zuihualou patted her shoulder soothingly and coaxed her, "Maybe he has something important to do. When he's done, he'll come find you."
She stared at the man in front of her. He gave her a completely different feeling today, making her inexplicably want to get close to him. She even smelled a familiar spiritual fluctuation from him.
Shen Wenji quietly gathered a trace of spiritual power at his fingertips, and deliberately stepped closer, brushing his arm with his sleeve, and then extended his spiritual consciousness.
The result was beyond her expectations. The spiritual power in his body was exactly the same as the spiritual power in her spiritual veins, and they were almost from the same source.
Moreover, for some reason, as long as she got close to him, she would resonate with the remaining breath in her body and feel an indescribable attraction.
This feeling is more like... the subtle sensation brought about by the indelible mark left by the other party in the depths of the spiritual consciousness after the spiritual connection between the two.
An absurd and shocking thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Shen Wenji calmly took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of them. Her beautiful eyes stared at the evil ghost mask without blinking, and she asked abruptly, "Master, are we friends?"
Xie Yunqing nodded slowly.
She smiled and asked, "But it suddenly occurred to me that I don't know the owner's name, nor have I seen your face."
"It seems strange that friends always wear masks. Could you please take off the mask and let me see your true face?"
Xie Yunqing avoided her burning gaze and turned sideways: "According to the rules of Zuihualou, the owner's true appearance cannot be revealed to others. I'm afraid that the young lady's wish cannot be fulfilled."
The more he avoided it, the more certain Shen Wenji's suspicion became.
She suddenly chuckled, but her eyes were not amused at all, instead they held a sharpness. "Yes, the owner of Zuihua Tower is mysterious and never reveals his true face... But what if I insist on seeing him today?"
Before she finished her words, she attacked unexpectedly, and spiritual light condensed at her fingertips. She did not attack, but reached for his mask as fast as lightning.
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Author's words: Countdown to being exposed 321, Xiao Xie made all the calculations, but he didn't anticipate the side effects of dual cultivation [dog head]
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