When Jiang Fei returned to her room, it was nearly midnight.
This was supposed to be the time when Xin Qi's divine punishment was at its most severe, but inside the bed, he remained motionless, his expression unchanged, his gaze fixed on the curtains above him.
Jiang Fei walked to the bedside, but he didn't react at all.
Jiang Fei pondered for a moment, then quietly got into bed and lay down beside him as usual.
Xin Qi's gaze froze for a moment, then he moved his reattached arm and was about to get up and walk out of the room.
"Xin Qi!" Jiang Fei suddenly called out to him.
Xin Qi turned his gaze, his eyes deep and cold, but a gentle smile curved his lips: "Hmm?"
Jiang Fei paused for a moment, then boldly reached out and gently embraced his slightly raised waist.
Xin Qi's body stiffened, and his breathing became erratic.
Although the two had been sharing a bed during this period, they kept to themselves, whether he stayed or left. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to hug him.
He reached out to remove her hand when Jiang Fei's deep voice rang out from in front of him: "You heard what that old man said on the first floor of the inn just now, didn't you?"
The astonishment in Xin Qi's eyes faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.
Of course I heard it.
He cultivated his current magical power in just a few hundred years, and has many dead under his command. It is only natural that he should suffer divine punishment. The pain of divine punishment is nothing more than a daily occurrence for him.
However, he shouldn't have any expectations.
I hope that someone like myself can at least receive a little bit of extra pity from the "cracks" of fate.
Therefore, all he could do was resort to despicable means, such as using Jiang Fei to deceive the Heavenly Dao.
"Get some rest." Xin Qi's voice was quieter.
"Do you believe in miracles?" Jiang Fei looked up, staring straight into his eyes, and asked with great seriousness.
Xin Qi looked into her eyes and subconsciously said, "I don't believe it."
Jiang Fei laughed, gradually releasing his grip on Xin Qi's waist. He stroked Xin Qi's arm with his left hand, feeling the broken bones beneath his fingertips rapidly healing, listening to the sound of flesh and bone rubbing together: "But I have no choice but to believe, Xin Qi."
Xin Qi paused, then lowered his eyes to stare at her expression.
Jiang Fei adjusted to a comfortable angle, wrapped one arm around his arm, leaned on his shoulder, and closed her eyes: "Sweet dreams."
Xin Qi continued to gaze at her under the moonlight, his feelings of goodwill fluctuating wildly. After a long while, he forced a mocking smile.
Miracle?
He certainly believed it.
I just don't believe that miracles can happen to someone like me.
As his consciousness gradually drifted away, Xin Qi slowly closed his eyes. The idea of sleeping soundly for a night was something that used to be very novel to him, but at some point, he had gradually begun to get used to it.
In the following days, Xin Qi noticed that Jiang Fei had become noticeably busier.
Every morning when I woke up, she was already gone from my room, and then she would disappear for the rest of the day, only returning late at night, exhausted.
Xin Qi wanted to ask Jiang Fei several times why he left early and returned late, but he stopped himself at the last moment.
He disliked the feeling of being emotionally involved with one person, even though he genuinely wanted her feelings for him.
Therefore, during this period, he spent most of his time in his room intensifying his cultivation.
Initially, the inner core recovered very quickly, and some magic could still be used. However, it became increasingly slow over time, and even the slightest use of magic would cause the inner core to ache intensely.
One night, while Xin Qi was still cultivating, he suddenly heard a series of melodious flute sounds.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
This flute music was from the jade flute he had given to Yan'er. If they encountered danger, he would play this flute, and only he could hear the music.
Is she in danger?
Xin Qi frowned, stood up and was about to walk outside, but the moment she opened the door, a letter wrapped in light blue light flew in.
Xin Qi reached out and took the letter, opened it, and then pursed his thin lips.
The letter was sent by Tang Feiyan. She said that she had found the whereabouts of Yun Jue's tribulation, roughly in the vicinity of Liu'an City. Liu'an City is very close to the territory of the Demon Clan, and she asked him to check it out for her.
Looking at the character "Tang" at the end of the letter, Xin Qi reached out and gently touched it. Then, his spiritual energy leaked out uncontrollably, and the letter fell to the ground.
The inner core stirred slightly, followed by a sharp pain.
Xin Qi sneered.
Cloud Secret.
In her eyes and heart, there was truly only Yun Jue.
He played the jade flute he had given him, but only for Yun Jue.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered Jiang Fei. When she looked at him, her eyes were also particularly focused and serious.
It was just like the look in Tang Feiyan's eyes when she mentioned Yun Jue.
Xin Qi hurriedly put Jiang Fei out of his mind; how could she be compared to Yan'er?
She was nothing more than... a tool.
At that moment, Xin Qi felt a sharp pain in both ears. When the pain subsided, his hearing returned to normal, and he could easily hear the sounds around him. At first, he was a little uncomfortable with the noise, but he quickly got used to it.
In the backyard outside the guest rooms, the waiter's voice was extremely soft: "I really don't know why Miss Jiang is gathering so many herbs, and all this dew..."
Xin Qi turned his head and looked towards the door.
Once the waiter's footsteps faded into the distance from the backyard, Xin Qi went outside.
In the backyard, hundreds of spiritual herbs and dozens of bamboo tubes of sweet dew were neatly arranged, all enveloped in an invisible spell to maintain their vitality.
These are just enough to support him in cultivating his inner elixir.
These days, she's been going out early and returning late to prepare these spiritual herbs and nectar.
The fact that she prepared so much at once can only mean... she's leaving.
Xin Qi felt a slight itch in his throat and couldn't help but cough softly, a long-lost murderous aura surging in his chest.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was because of Tang Feiyan or... Jiang Fei.
Tang Feiyan sought him out for Yun Jue.
Is Jiang Fei leaving too? What right does she have to leave?
Perhaps it was because he had acted too innocently and harmlessly during this period that she thought he would let her go easily?
Xin Qi turned and went back to the guest room, where the letter was still lying on the floor.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded outside the door. The door was gently pushed open, and Jiang Fei, still dressed in white, looked pale and exhausted.
Upon seeing Xin Qi, she paused for a moment, then smiled and walked to his side: "It's nighttime, why are you standing here? I have something to say..."
The sound suddenly stopped.
Xin Qi avoided her hand, gave her a cold glance, and could hardly contain his anger: "What's it to you?"
Jiang Fei's face paled slightly: "Xin Qi?" As she spoke, she quickly glanced at the letter on the ground. Although she couldn't see the words clearly, she could see a large "Tang" character at the end. Her mind raced, and she realized what it meant.
That bastard must have gotten a cold shoulder from Tang Feiyan again.
Xin Qi frowned deeply; he was already stunned when he uttered those words.
He could laugh and snap the neck of anyone who angered him, but he never vented his truest anger on anyone.
This has never happened before.
Jiang Fei stared at him for a while, then lowered her head and bent down to pick up the letter: "How can you just throw a letter away like that..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the words on the letter.
So, Yun Jue was undergoing tribulation in the Liu'an City area?
The next instant, her hand was empty.
Xin Qi quickly snatched the letter away, clutching it in his hand. Besides anger, he also felt a strange...guilt.
Jiang Fei remained silent for a while before managing a weak smile: "I have something I want to tell you."
Xin Qi tightened his grip on the letter, slowly raised his eyes to look at her, and after a long while said sarcastically, "You are leaving."
As he finished speaking, crimson light slowly enveloped his fingertips hidden in his wide sleeves, while he remained oblivious to the waves of intense pain emanating from his inner core.
He didn't mind having another puppet, and then coaxed her into accepting the Love-Loving Curse.
Jiang Fei's eyes widened slightly in surprise: "How did you know?"
Xin Qixiao: "I guessed."
What kind of puppet will she be made into?
A mindless puppet at his mercy, or a marionette piercing through her limbs, full of life?
Jiang Fei pursed her lips: "Xin Qi, I've actually been hiding something from you."
Xin Qi looked at her without saying a word.
“From Yun Jue’s palace, I not only stole the Cultivation Pill, but also read an ancient book. The book said that the Blood Pact still exists in the world.” Jiang Fei simply pushed the matter of the Blood Pact onto Yun Jue. Firstly, Yun Jue was currently undergoing tribulation, and secondly, Xin Qi disliked Yun Jue so much that he would not go to ask him for details.
Xin Qirong's expression hardened slightly: "A blood pact?"
Is the only magical artifact in the Three Realms that could potentially mitigate divine punishment not just something that exists in legends?
“Hmm,” Jiang Fei nodded. “I vaguely remember the blueprints for the blood pact recorded in the ancient books. Your inner core has not yet been repaired. If it is damaged again, even ten cultivation pills will be of no use. I have found more than ten days' worth of spiritual herbs and nectar in the backyard. I will have the waiter bring them to you. You should cultivate well and don’t worry.”
Xin Qi was stunned, the crimson mist at his fingertips dissipating imperceptibly: "You..."
“I’ve said it before, I believe in miracles,” Jiang Fei laughed. “I can even steal a cultivation pill from Wunian Mountain, let alone a blood pact. Xin Qi, wait for my good news.”
Xin Qi looked at her with a mixture of emotions.
This is the best method.
After the inner alchemy is completed, it is time to undergo tribulation.
The night of tribulation coincides almost simultaneously with the heavenly punishment. If he can suppress the heavenly punishment, the backlash he suffers at that time will be much smaller.
After all, no one knows the consequences of deceiving the will of Heaven.
But why is Jiang Fei the one who is searching for the blood pact for him?
If she knew that she was the one he killed on the night of her tribulation, would she still have sought a blood pact for him?
"Oh, right." Jiang Fei seemed to remember something else, took out a talisman from her sleeve, and stuffed it into Xin Qi's hand.
Xin Qi looked down, and his gaze suddenly narrowed when he saw the ancient character "Tang" on the talisman.
“This is Miss Tang’s talisman. I picked it up casually on Wunian Mountain,” Jiang Fei forced a smile, his gaze sweeping over the letter in his hand. “If I don’t return by the night of the full moon, light this talisman. Miss Tang will receive the signal and protect you for the night.”
The full moon night of the fifteenth day of the lunar month is his monthly night of divine punishment.
Xin Qi looked at the talisman. Yan'er was clearly the one he loved, but hearing her tell him to go find another woman, a surge of anger welled up inside him: "What do you mean by this?"
Jiang Fei looked at his expression, paused, and said with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, "I feel that your feelings for Miss Tang are actually different from your feelings for me. Back in the camphor forest, when you looked at Miss Tang, you were very gentle."
Xin Qi was stunned.
Jiang Fei suddenly looked up, her pale face framed by a pair of dim eyes that met his gaze: "When will you be able to look at me like that?"
Xin Qi met her gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and then he abruptly turned his eyes away: "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fei suddenly stood up and lightly pecked his lips. Unlike the last time when their lips met and they lingered, sucking in the demonic energy, this time, it was a quick and gentle kiss, like a butterfly lightly touching the corner of his lips, fleeting in an instant, but the tingling sensation still lingered, reaching straight to his heart.
Jiang Fei smiled slowly: "Sooner or later, I will wait for it."
After saying that, he quickly stood up.
Xin Qi froze, staring at Jiang Fei before him, his gaze fixed on the wisp of smoke and mist on her skirt. Then, his consciousness gradually faded, and he collapsed onto the bed: "Jiang Fei!"
She drugged him when he was completely off guard.
Jiang Fei simply smiled and said, "I'm sorry."
Looking at her smile, Xin Qi felt a sudden surge of fear, and, fighting off the dizziness, said, "You might die..."
"Mmm." Jiang Fei responded softly, glancing at the mixed goodwill rating above his head, and then murmured, "Wait for me."
Xin Qi's favorability rating: 50.
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