Chapter 26: Deceiving Feelings "Senior Sister, why are you still keeping this scumbag...
The string of caution in Shen Wenji's mind snapped. All the thoughts of alerting the enemy and taking the long view were burned to ashes by the scene before him.
She couldn't just sit there and watch her senior sister being humiliated in front of her.
"Bang!" She kicked the door open, gathered spiritual power at her fingertips, and flicked her fingers. A sharp gust of wind knocked over the medicine bowl in the man's hand.
The brown liquid splashed all over the man and also splashed onto Jiang Xuemian's clothes.
He hurriedly let go and turned around, only to wipe the medicine off his body, completely ignoring his senior sister on the bed. He glared at Shen Wenji fiercely and scolded, "Where did this wild girl come from? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
Shen Wenji was both angry and furious, secretly regretting that he had not grasped the right measure just now, and had caused his senior sister to suffer.
"I am your aunt. You are looking for death!" She pounced forward in an instant, with spiritual power contained in her palm, going straight for the man's heart.
The man hastily turned sideways, barely avoiding the attack, but his back was hit by the spiritual power in the palm of his hand. He stumbled and hit the edge of the bed, groaning in pain.
"Xiao Wenji, why are you here?" Jiang Xuemian's eyes were filled with surprise and joy. Then, she reacted and asked fearfully, "Were you arrested? Or did you break in? Are you injured?"
Her clear and bright eyes were full of worry about Shen Wenji's health. She struggled to get up from the bed and take a good look at Shen Wenji.
The man recovered his breath, his fierce face revealed. He pushed her back onto the bed and shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to get up without my permission?"
His seemingly gentle mask was completely torn to pieces, and he drew the sword beside him and slashed at Shen Wenji, cursing, "Little bitch, how dare you come and ruin my business."
When Shen Wenji sneaked in, she didn't carry any weapons to conceal her whereabouts. She tried to retrieve her weapons from her storage ring, but found it was sealed. This room must have been cast under some kind of secret spell that would suppress magical weapons.
Under the fierce sword attack, Shen Wenji could only fight back with her fists. Fortunately, her martial arts skills were also good, and she nimbly avoided the sword with a few moves.
Although the man in front of me has fierce swordsmanship, his steps seem a little unsteady. Could it be...
The next second, Jiang Xuemian's warning rang in his ears: "Wen Ji, be careful. His right leg is injured, and it's difficult for him to exert force. This may be a breakthrough point."
This sentence woke Shen Wenji up. She took advantage of the opportunity when the man swung his sword, crouched down suddenly, and slapped his right knee with one palm.
The crisp sound of bones breaking, mixed with the man's heart-wrenching screams, resounded through the sky.
The sword flew out of his hand, and he fell heavily to his knees on the ground, his face twisted in pain, but his cold and fierce eyes stared at Shen Wenji, gritting his teeth and speaking word by word: "Who are you?"
"Your aunt, Shen Wenji, will never change her name." She pressed closer, picking up the sword from the ground and pressing it against his neck: "Tell me! What did you feed me?"
"Senior Sister?" The man's narrow, dark eyes flashed with a cold light like a snake's tongue. His gaze swept across the sword at his neck, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a faint and strange smile: "Another lackey of the Hehuan Sect?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Shen Wenji's eyes were cold, his wrist slightly lowered, and the sword had already cut the man's skin. "The sword has no eyes. If you keep talking nonsense, I may not have so much patience."
The man's face was pale and he was sweating profusely, but he still said stubbornly: "I...I am doing this for her own good. This bowl of medicine is for pregnancy. How could I hurt my wife and child?"
Shen Wenji's hand holding the sword has always been steady, but when she heard the news, her hand actually trembled a little. She frowned in disbelief and asked, "Are you the gentle and considerate brother-in-law my sister mentioned?"
The man nodded hurriedly as if he had been pardoned, and even tried to establish a relationship with her, calling her affectionately: "Good sister, put away the sword quickly. We are a family, don't hurt the harmony."
The ferocious look he showed towards his senior sister just now did not seem gentle or considerate at all.
She didn't believe the man's lies and turned to her senior sister for confirmation: "Senior sister, did he kidnap you? Did he force you to do something you didn't like?"
Seeing Jiang Xuemian avoiding her gaze, she vaguely understood something.
What a scumbag who deceived his senior sister's feelings!
Her anger grew even stronger, and she angrily said, "Senior Sister, why are you still keeping this scumbag? Today I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven."
Shen Wenji raised her wrist, and just as the sword was about to fall, Jiang Xuemian suddenly rushed over and hugged her arms, tears streaming down her face: "Wenji, don't."
Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell silently to the floor. She choked up, "For... for the sake of the fact that he once did me a little good, please spare his life."
Shen Wenji looked at his senior sister's red eyes from crying, then looked at the man trembling on the ground. He felt so angry that his teeth itched, but he could not bear to disobey his senior sister.
She was afraid of hurting her senior sister's feelings, so she slowly lowered her arm holding the sword.
In the blink of an eye, a chilling grin appeared on the man's pale face. He crawled towards the window, smashed the wooden window, limped out, and disappeared into the night.
"Senior sister! Look at him!" Shen Wenji was shaking with anger, and the sympathy she had felt for her senior sister just now was gone. She just wanted to catch this ungrateful scum and beat him up.
She wanted to chase him but was held back by Jiang Xuemian. Jiang Xuemian slumped on the cold ground, but seemed not to feel the coolness. He just stared at the empty window with a dull and empty gaze.
The cold wind rushed in, instantly sweeping away the last bit of warmth in her body.
Tears blurred her vision, and her voice was flat and hoarse: "Let him go... At least he is still the father of the child in my belly."
Shen Wenji looked at his senior sister's distraught appearance and swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.
She carefully helped Jiang Xuemian back to the bed and held her tightly in her arms, patting her thin back soothingly over and over again: "Don't be afraid, Senior Sister, I'm here. I will protect you."
Jiang Xuemian forced a frown and raised his hand to tidy up the messy hair on her forehead. His voice was gentle but couldn't hide his weakness: "Our little Wen Ji has really grown up. Senior sister is fine, but you..."
She looked Shen Wenji up and down worriedly: "Did you disobey the Sect Master's orders again and sneak in on your own? Are you hurt anywhere? Let Senior Sister take a look."
Shen Wenji stood up obediently, turned around neatly, and said softly, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I'm fine. I've already contacted a friend to pick me up. We can't stay here for long, so we'll leave now."
Jiang Xuemian nodded.
As they approached the door, Shen Wenji suddenly remembered something and turned around to warn, "My friend doesn't know about my relationship with the Hehuan Sect. I'm afraid calling you Senior Sister will reveal the truth, so I'll just call you Sister outside. We're as close as sisters anyway, so Senior Sister won't mind, right?"
"Of course not, I wish you would call me sister." Jiang Xuemian smiled on her pale face and gently tapped Shen Wenji's forehead.
When she opened the door, Shen Wenji was a little nervous. She had been so angry that she hadn't bothered to be cautious and quiet. The noise she made might attract a lot of guards, making it difficult to get her out.
Shen Wenji's footsteps suddenly stopped as he pushed the door open carefully.
The corridor lights were hanging crookedly. In the dim light, people were lying all over the ground. The smell of blood mixed with dust hit her face, and her breathing stopped.
At the end of this mess, a tall black figure was leaning against a pillar, standing calmly and composedly, his clothes were neat and tidy, not a speck of dust on his face, and not even a hair out of place.
If it weren't for the tassels on the sword at his waist, which were dotted with a few glaring dark red spots, Shen Wenji would have thought he had just arrived.
Xie Yunqing looked up, with a casual smile in his eyes, as if he had not experienced a fight just now, but was just sitting there sipping a cup of tea.
"Is it done?" He said in a clear, calm voice, "If you come out any later, I'll think the boss who paid me ran away."
Jiang Xuemian asked Shen Wenji weakly from behind: "What are you paying for?"
"It's nothing, don't worry, sister." Shen Wenji explained to her: "He just came to help, and I promised to buy him some wine."
Xie Yunqing remained silent. He tilted his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Xuemian, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Is this the person you want to save?"
He paused, and with a hint of subtle inquiry at the end of his voice, he asked in an ambiguous tone, "Your...sister?"
Shen Wenji nodded and admitted: "Yes, although we are not related by blood, we are as close as sisters."
Xie Yunqing's eyes darkened, and he calmly withdrew his gaze. His fingers loosened almost imperceptibly, as if he had just heard an insignificant piece of news. His tone was gentle: "I see."
Shen Wenji originally wanted to let his senior sister rest in the room and go alone to stop his mother from cooperating with the demons, but when his senior sister heard that this incident was caused by herself, she decided to go with him.
At first, Shen Wenji was a little hesitant, but since he couldn't find a completely safe place to stay, he agreed to take his senior sister with him.
On the way, Shen Wenji asked about Jiang Xuemian's past with the hypocritical brother-in-law.
Jiang Xuemian had no intention of hiding it. She had been holding this matter in her heart for a long time, and now was the perfect time to let it out.
She and Chen Yousi met at a bookstall. She had always loved reading storybooks, so she often went to buy them. Coincidentally, she would meet Chen Yousi at the bookstall every time.
Chen Yousi is a scholar with a slight limp. He also writes some storybooks on weekdays to supplement his family income. The stories he writes are ups and downs and fascinating. Jiang Xuemian is obsessed with his stories and often pesters him to ask about the follow-up plots. After a few interactions, the two of them secretly fall in love.
What happened next was as logical as what was written in a storybook. She often sneaked out to meet him privately and secretly gave him her monthly allowance to buy pens and ink.
Listen to him tell unfinished stories, watch him write a special storybook for her under the oil lamp, with the title page inscribed with "Find someone to grow old with."
Chen Yousi said that he only loved her, that he would not marry anyone else in this life, and that she was his banished immortal and his salvation.
Jiang Xuemian believed it, just like in the storybooks, the hero and heroine would always overcome obstacles and be together, and the bad guys would always get their comeuppance.
She was unwilling to take over the position of the leader of the Hehuan Sect. For the sake of that ridiculous lifelong couple, she fled the sect and eloped with Chen Yousi.
He said that his family was poor and he couldn't afford to give her a sedan chair carried by eight men, nor could he afford to give her a wedding gown that would last for ten miles.
Jiang Xuemian was originally a cultivator, she didn't care about these mundane things, instead she comforted him, "As long as you have me in your heart and treat me sincerely, I don't care about these things."
They got married in a remote fishing village. The wedding was simple and cold, with no wine, no banquet, no relatives or friends. At that time, she only had infinite longing for the future in her heart.
After marriage, Chen Yousi pretended to be very good, caring for her and taking care of her in every possible way. After learning that she was pregnant, he even refused to let her touch cold water.
Until he knew that she was the young master of Hehuan Sect. That day, he sneaked into Hehuan Sect, saying that he missed her.
Jiang Xuemian scolded him for being shameless and served him some black tea, which was not suitable for pregnant women.
Unexpectedly, just as the tea was brewed, she felt a pain in the back of her neck and her vision went dark. She didn't even have time to give out the mandarin duck handkerchief she had carefully prepared.
Hearing this, Shen Wenji pulled out a mandarin duck handkerchief from his sleeve and wanted to return it to his senior sister. Jiang Xuemian just glanced at it coldly and said calmly: "Throw it away, it's useless now."
On the side, Xie Yunqing's eyes swept over the handkerchief, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword, and he felt so angry that his teeth were itching.
Through his identity as the host, he realized that Shen Wenji had lied to him again. She said Jiang Xuemian was her wife, but it was clearly her sister. She also said that the handkerchief was embroidered specially for him, but it was clearly picked up...
Shen Wenji nodded, but did not throw away the handkerchief. Instead, he quietly stuffed it back into his sleeve.
Jiang Xuemian didn't notice her little movement and continued talking.
When she opened her eyes again, she was imprisoned in the Worry-Free Inn.
It turns out that Chen Yousi is the youngest son of the Demon Lord. Because his mother's blood is impure, he has been discriminated against since birth. His right leg was injured at that time, leaving him with a lifelong lameness.
His being with her was nothing but an elaborate scam from beginning to end, all because he wanted to outdo his brother and complete the mission assigned by his father, the Demon Lord, first: to seize the sacred object of the Hehuan Sect.
Presumably, the demons are now using her safety to threaten the Hehuan Sect to hand over the sacred object.
Although Jiang Xuemian didn't know what the holy object was, she would not allow herself to become a burden to the Hehuan Sect.
Entering the Demon Clan's secret meeting place was no easy task, but fortunately, the owner of Zuihualou was among those invited. Led by Xie Yunqing, the three of them swaggered into the heavily guarded inner chamber.
Shen Wenji once asked him in a low voice what kind of deal Zuihualou had with the demons.
Xie Yunqing only nonchalantly made a riddle: "It's just business dealings."
She knew better than to ask any more questions. Who in the underworld doesn't have some secrets?
When Shen Qingli, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, saw her daughter, Shen Wenji, dressed in women's clothing and openly appeared here, her eyes widened with anger. But when her eyes caught sight of the pale and haggard Jiang Xuemian beside her, the anger in her eyes turned into mist.
She blinked her dry eyes, her aura suddenly rising as she glared coldly at the Demon Saint who was in the main seat: "Our Young Sect Master is safe and sound. Naturally, the Hehuan Sect has no obligation to provide the holy objects you requested."
"Master Shen, why do you have to say such absolutes?" The Demon Saint chuckled lightly, his attitude relaxed. "My good-for-nothing brother and your sect's young master have a deep affection for each other. Perhaps we could become in-laws in the future? Why not... reconsider it?"
"Who calls you a relative?" Shen Qingli rolled her eyes unceremoniously and snorted coldly, "Now that the person has been found, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."
"Wait, Sect Master is just too impatient." The Demon Saint's smile remained gentle, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "I'll give you half an incense stick of time to think it over. I hope you won't let me down next time we meet."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and the demons came out one after another, putting them all under house arrest in this room.
Shen Wenji finally understood. At this moment, the only way to escape was to find out what the holy object was.
So, she leaned closer to her mother and asked in a low voice, "Mother, what exactly is that holy object? I've never heard you mention it. Did you really bring it with you?"
Her mother looked into her eyes, her tone carrying a subtle complexity. "It's not a good thing. Aside from the demons, it won't do any good to anyone else if they find out."
"However," she changed the subject, adding a hint of meaning, "that thing is made of parts and needs to be assembled. I already gave you half of it. Naturally, I don't have the complete thing right now."
"Give it to me?" Shen Wenji was surprised. Her mind went blank. She hurriedly asked, "When did my mother give it to me? And what was it?"
"It's the pink sachet I asked Lingzhi to give you before."
Shen Wenji froze in place instantly, as if falling into an icy cave.
That sachet... has disappeared since the day she went to Zuihua Tower to look for her senior brother. Perhaps it was dropped in Zuihua Tower.
With a trembling voice, she asked softly, "Mother, what should I do if I lose it?"
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Author's note: Although the senior sister is a bit indecisive in this chapter, she will be completely sober in the next chapter and tear the scumbag apart! Where did Susu throw the sachet? It's hard to guess [dog head], probably someone is playing with it every day and is reluctant to give it back to her. [dog head holding a rose]
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