The guest room was dimly lit.
Jiang Fei realized that Xin Qi had taken back the Love-Loving Curse from her body.
What a bastard! He actually had murderous thoughts about me just now and tried to forcibly put a love-binding curse on her.
However, the favorability rating was still raised back obediently.
The oppressive atmosphere beside the bed lessened abruptly. Jiang Fei pondered for a moment, then slowly "woke up." She saw Xin Qi's tall figure under the moonlight, his white scholar's robe somehow exuding a touch of allure: "Young Master Xin?" she called softly, her voice still soft and low from just waking up.
Xin Qi paused slightly, remaining in place. A flash of coldness crossed his eyes, but when he turned around, his gaze was full of gentleness, and his voice was as clear and pleasant as ever: "Miss Jiang is not asleep?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand, which was behind his back, moved slightly, and a wisp of blood mist condensed out of thin air.
If she knew what she had just done, then she really wouldn't be spared.
Jiang Fei looked at him sleepily, then chuckled softly and murmured, "You're back."
After saying that, he turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Xin Qi paused, the blood mist at his fingertips gradually dissipating.
Her words made it sound as if she had been waiting for him all along, like... a wife waiting for her husband to come home late.
Xin Qi suddenly snapped out of his reverie. What was he thinking about?
With a light snort, he flicked his sleeve, and the wide white sleeve became extremely long, embedding itself into the walls on both sides. He leaped up and lay back on the wide sleeve.
The divine punishment continues, and now all is silent, with the faint sound of bones breaking and then being put back together.
In the first few years, the pain would be so intense that he would almost faint, but he got used to it over time. However, the desire for peaceful sleep was nothing but a pipe dream for him.
...
Jiang Fei and Xin Qi rested at Youfang Inn for three days. During these three days, neither of them mentioned leaving, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
On the fifteenth day, Youfang Town became visibly lively.
Without needing to ask, the waiter brought up the matter when he brought the food.
—On the fifteenth of each month, it is the day when immortal cultivators from the cultivation world go down the mountain to buy and purchase items. Many mortals and rogue cultivators alike want to see what real immortal cultivators from the cultivation world are like.
As time went on, the fifteenth of each month became the liveliest day in Youfang Town, especially the night market, which was bustling with activity.
"Have you ever seen a cultivator?" Jiang Fei asked, seeing the waiter's enthusiastic tone.
Upon hearing this, the waiter shook his head regretfully: "Not yet."
Jiang Fei laughed. Even if the immortal cultivators came down the mountain, they would use illusions or disguises. They would never swagger out in public.
However, the last time I visited a night market was two decades ago, and now that I think about it, I really miss it.
Furthermore, tonight, Xin Qi's magical power will weaken, and the exorcists will appear to hunt him down.
"Would Miss Jiang like to go for a stroll?" Just as Jiang Fei was thinking, Xin Qi, who was standing beside her, "thoughtfully" spoke up.
Jiang Fei looked at Xin Qi, then smiled sheepishly, "I've never been to a night market before."
"If Miss Jiang doesn't mind, shall I accompany you for a stroll?"
"Is that okay?" Jiang Fei's eyes lit up.
Xin Qi nodded happily.
The two were both incredibly sincere in their feelings for each other.
That evening, when Jiang Fei and Xin Qi walked into the night market of Youfang Town, they realized that the waiter had not exaggerated. Youfang Town, far from the capital, was even more impressive than the ones she had seen in the capital.
It seems that throughout history, people have always yearned for immortals.
On both sides of the night market, there were vendors hawking their wares, offering everything from snacks and jewelry to fabrics and street food. A crowd had gathered in front of them, watching a burly man with dark skin perform a fire-breathing and fire-wielding demonstration with a wine jar, their exclamations of amazement filling the air.
Some rogue cultivators gathered together, performing some superficial illusions, which amused the onlookers into applauding and cheering.
The dragon was supported by people and flew around to the sound of gongs and drums. There was also a girl dressed as a man who could be recognized at a glance. She held a folding fan and had a bit of the carefree spirit of a young gentleman.
Jiang Fei hadn't felt this lively in a long time, and her heart was filled with joy as she wandered around, looking at everything.
Xin Q followed quietly behind her, suppressing his disgust.
—The surrounding crowd was bustling and smelled nauseating.
Passersby secretly glanced at the strikingly good-looking couple. The woman, dressed in white, was charming and alluring, while the man had striking, handsome features. They couldn't help but look at them a few more times, but when they saw the man's gaze, they felt a chill in their hearts, as if their souls were being sucked away. They quickly looked away and hurriedly left.
Xin Qi sneered, "Ordinary people really have no redeeming qualities."
"Is it pretty?" A woman's voice suddenly came from beside my ear.
Xin Qi regained his senses.
Jiang Fei picked up a folding fan and fanned himself in a pretentious manner, looking at Xin Qi and asking.
Xin Qi also looked at her, smiling gently and nodding.
Jiang Fei put down his folding fan, then picked up a pair of straw figures woven from withered grass. After looking at them for a while, he suddenly laughed: "Doesn't this scholar straw figure look like you? Doesn't this woman straw figure look like me?"
Xin Qi looked at the straw figure in her hand and could only smile helplessly and indulgently.
A nearby stall owner, seeing the well-matched couple, suggested, "Young master, why don't you buy a pair for your wife?"
Jiang Fei was taken aback. She glanced at Xin Qi, then her ears turned bright red. She put down the straw figure and walked towards the distance, her steps somewhat hurried.
The stall owner, unaware of what he had said wrong, focused his hopeful gaze on Xin Qi.
Xin Qi merely glanced at the straw figure, his previous gentle demeanor vanishing completely, replaced by disgust and indifference in his eyes.
The vendor shrank back in surprise and dared not say another word.
Xin Qi sneered, turned his head to look in the direction Jiang Fei had left, then frowned slightly. Where was Jiang Fei?
Xin Qi frowned, his pace quickening unconsciously. He needed to get Jiang Fei away from here before the divine punishment arrived tonight.
He didn't intend to let her know his identity as a demonic cultivator before killing her.
He didn't trust her, and she didn't deserve his trust.
Suddenly someone patted my shoulder.
Xin Qi couldn't bear to turn back, and then paused slightly.
The face wearing the half-face mask of the blue beast appeared brazenly before him, its eyes shining brightly, making a "threatening" sound.
Xin Qi looked at her; her terrifying mask couldn't hide the warmth of human kindness hidden in her smiling eyes.
For the first time, I felt that the human world wasn't entirely ugly.
"What's wrong? Are you really scared by me?" Jiang Fei took off the mask, her eyes filled with worry.
Xin Qi snapped out of his daze and smiled after a long while: "Yes, so, Miss Jiang, please don't get lost again."
Jiang Fei was taken aback, then lowered her head and pretended to be shy.
What that bastard was saying was simply that he was afraid she would get lost.
She's always flirting with people.
Xin Qi looked at her eyebrows and eyes, then lowered his gaze slightly.
I was really scared.
How could he possibly look down on this corrupt human world because of one person?
I must have seen a ghost just now.
"Hey, there's a lot of people gathered over there!" Jiang Fei suddenly said.
Xin Qi snapped out of his daze and turned to look. He saw Jiang Fei looking curiously into the distance. Following her gaze, he saw a group of people gathered around, with one person standing in the middle, holding a bamboo arrow and throwing it forward.
"That's pitch-pot, the one who hits the most targets wins..."
“Let’s go take a look too!” Jiang Fei interrupted him, grabbed his wrist, and walked into the crowd.
Xin Qi was startled, forgetting that more and more people were around him, and looked down at the hand that was gripping his wrist.
Her hands were fair and soft; touching her wrist felt like holding a ball of warm water. And the place she was clenching was where he had hidden the Love-Loving Curse.
The Love-Loving Curse stirred slightly.
Xin Qi was stunned for a moment, and just now he couldn't tell who was responsible for the Love Locking Curse.
Jiang Fei loosened her grip on his wrist, and the night breeze chilled his wrist, which had been wrapped in a warm cloth.
Before Xin Qi could react, Jiang Fei had already walked up to him with a tube of bamboo arrows, smiling brightly. "Try it? The shopkeeper said that if you hit the target six out of ten times, you can pick any item over there." As she spoke, she pointed to a stall not far away and winked at him mischievously.
Xin Qi looked at her and inexplicably understood the meaning in her eyes.
She is now a Golden Core cultivator, so for her, pitch-pot is something she can do with her eyes closed.
And he...
Xin Qi finally accepted the bamboo tube.
So, the crowd in front of the pitch-pot stall watched as a man and a woman stood in the distance, casually throwing bamboo arrows one by one, hitting the target every time.
The shopkeeper was dumbfounded. If they were immortals from the mountain, it would be understandable, but immortals always use spirit stones. The little girl clearly gave him silver. Moreover, immortals are abstinent and indifferent, and they would never play with such trinkets.
The last bamboo arrow pierced through and went into the bamboo tube with a "plop".
Hit the bullseye every time.
Jiang Fei was led by the sweating shop owner to a nearby stall. There were many trinkets, but she only looked at a pair of mandarin duck hairpins.
When the mandarin duck hairpins are put together, they form a pair of mandarin ducks; when separated, they are two hairpins.
The mandarin ducks were not exquisitely carved, and the hairpin tips were sharp and gleamed coldly.
“Then I’ll take those hairpins,” Xin Qi said gently as he walked up to her.
Jiang Fei quickly turned her head and looked at him: "Those are mandarin ducks..."
“It was my oversight that we came out of the camphor forest,” Xin Qi said with a smile, taking the lotus root pink one and pinning it into her plain hair. “It looks good.”
Jiang Fei's cheeks flushed, and she was about to speak.
"Two immortal lovers?" A woman's voice came from the side, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The stall owners also looked at them.
Jiang Fei was taken aback and looked at the woman. The woman was the same old lady who had bought the licorice plum water yesterday.
"The two immortal lovers are still so affectionate..." the woman continued.
The stall owner looked at the two men with resentment. No wonder they were so accurate. They really were immortals. It would be nice if they left a spirit stone, but they took away his two silver hairpins with bamboo arrows worth only a few coins. Wasn't this bullying people with magic?
"You two..."
Before the stall owner could finish speaking, Jiang Fei suddenly grabbed Xin Qi's hand and ran against the flow of the crowd.
The night breeze was cool, and Xin Qi watched as her long hair danced in the wind, adorned with a silver hairpin that shimmered in the lights of the bustling night market, swaying gently.
Then, he actually let her hold his hand and run against the flow of people. Occasionally, he would bump into people and let out a few low gasps, but they were all carried away by the wind.
Unscrupulous.
The two finally stopped in a patch of grass and trees outside the night market. Behind them was the dreamlike night market of Youfang Town, in front of them were grass and flowers as tall as their calves, above them was a bright moon and starry sky, and in the distance was the pitch-black night.
Jiang Fei was breathing heavily, her cheeks slightly flushed from running all the way, but her eyes were bright and sparkling. Looking at Xin Qi, she couldn't help but lean down and laugh out loud.
After she had finished laughing, she straightened up and said, "Luckily we ran fast, otherwise the boss would have made us return the hairpin."
Xin Qi looked at her smile and remained silent.
"Huh?" Jiang Fei looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Xin Qi suddenly snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and looked into the distance.
Jiang Fei followed his gaze and said, "It's so dark."
In the distance lies the foot of Wunian Mountain, a sight that evokes a strange sense of gloom and desolation.
Xin Qi remained silent.
Jiang Fei sat down directly in the grass and then waved to him.
Xin Qi paused for a moment, then finally sat down beside her.
"To thank you for helping me with the pitch-pot game, I'll give you a gift too." Jiang Fei smiled mysteriously at him.
Xin Qi looked at her and smiled, "Miss Jiang, there's no need for such formalities..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fei waved his hand towards the dark night sky. In an instant, fireflies filled the area around the two of them, like stars falling and illuminating the dark night with their tiny lights.
“I know you haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights, have you?” Jiang Fei looked at him with a smile.
Xin Qi was taken aback: "How did you know?"
He had kept it well hidden. Even Yan'er didn't know that he hadn't slept peacefully for hundreds of years due to divine punishment. As for others, they all knew that there was a demon named Xin Qi who was about to become a demon demon, but they didn't know what his divine punishment was. Even those who managed to find out a little bit of information were all silenced by him.
Thinking of this, Xin Qi's eyes turned cold, and his expression became more cautious.
“Me?” Jiang Fei looked intently into his eyes. “I feel there is weariness in your eyes.”
Seemingly surprised by this answer, Xin Qi was stunned.
Jiang Fei then laughed and said, "I know a way. If you can't sleep in the future, you can count fireflies!"
As she spoke, she looked at the fireflies slowly dancing in the air and pointed to the one on the far side: "Let's start counting from that one."
"One, two..."
Xin Qijue followed the direction of her finger, her gaze following her voice as she quietly counted.
A soft "snap" sound.
Xin Qi froze, and after a long while, he turned his head to look at his shoulder.
Jiang Fei, who was counting fireflies not long ago, now rests her head gently on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing even, and has fallen asleep.
That's really a good idea.
She was the one teaching him, but she fell asleep first.
Xin Qi couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, but when he realized what was happening, he quickly pursed his lips and became expressionless.
But he never pushed the woman off his shoulder.
Xin Qi's favorability rating: 5.
On his shoulder, Jiang Fei listened to the system's voice and curled the corners of his lips.
That's really a good idea.
The dark clouds that had been obscuring the moonlight had somehow dispersed, and as the night deepened, the bright moon shone like a wheel.
Xin Qi's expression changed slightly, and the next moment a dull pain shot through his chest, which then quickly swept through his entire body, shattering his bones.
He looked up at the night sky, his hand instinctively moving to the back of Jiang Fei's neck, about to knock her unconscious, but he stopped when he saw her expression.
Her brows and eyes were relaxed, and her lips gleamed with a deep red sheen, revealing an obvious dependence.
Xin Qi finally withdrew his hand, grabbed her waist, and leaped into the air, flying towards the inn. The next moment, however, his figure swayed violently.
He could sense that his magical power was gradually dissipating, and the demonic energy was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
The daily divine punishment was nothing more than a tickle to him.
The true divine punishment is that on the fifteenth of each month, he suffers the pain of his bones and muscles breaking in his mortal body, which he despises the most, and his bones and blood are like a lump of mud wrapped in this skin, and then slowly, little by little, he is rebuilt.
Jiang Fei leaned against Xin Qi's chest, noticing the demonic energy leaking from him, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
The real show is about to begin.
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