"Jingjing, it's settled. I'll send someone to your aunts' homes to ask tomorrow. I'm busy with something else, so please feel free to do as you please." After Wen Yiran issued the "eviction order", he no longer had the mood to chat with He Jingjing, so he stood up and went to the study.
Wen Yiran still had a lot to say to Wen Ziqing after being interrupted by He Jingjing. Forget it, he went to the study to sort things out and write down some notes on paper to tell Ziqing the same thing.
Wen Ziqing closed the door, feeling a bit irritated. He Jingjing's flirtation today had left him with a sense of foreboding. Zhou Yuanyuan had finally accepted his feelings, and Wen Ziqing wouldn't allow He Jingjing to ruin them.
Wen Ziqing looked around. His room was as simple as ever. Apart from the necessities of a bed, a table, a stool, and a wardrobe, there were no other small items scattered around.
The sheets and quilt cover on the bed were new. Wen Ziqing had no idea what had happened in his room and thought that Wang Ma had changed the sheets before the New Year, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Since starting his cultivation, Wen Ziqing's bed has become nothing more than a decoration. He never misses a moment of sleep, sitting cross-legged on the floor each night, cultivating and "greedily" capturing the free molecules of spiritual energy in the air. It's worth noting that Wen Ziqing was originally only at the Qi Training stage; his Foundation Establishment stage was directly boosted by the "possession" of Taoist Baopu. Taoist Baopu's spirit had been completely destroyed, so Wen Ziqing's cultivation would logically regress to the Qi Training stage. It was precisely because of Wen Ziqing's diligence that he was able to consolidate his cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage in such a short period of time.
If Zhou Yuanyuan knew the reason why Wen Ziqing practiced so diligently, she would definitely be moved. Wen Ziqing felt a sense of urgency. His little girl was much more powerful than him. Although he might not be able to catch up with the little girl's cultivation level even if he worked harder, at least he could fall a few points behind, which was also good.
Remembering that he had to rush back to Zhou's house tonight, Wen Ziqing did not hesitate and started packing his things.
Although he said he was packing, Wen Ziqing actually just went back to his room to get some clothes to change.
Wen Ziqing possessed a storage bag left behind by Taoist Baopu. Taoist Baopu had originally treated Wen Ziqing's body as his own, storing all his wealth in the bag and carrying it with him. When Taoist Baopu's spirit failed to possess Wen Ziqing's body and was instead devoured by him, these treasures became Wen Ziqing's possessions.
After acquiring the storage bag, Wen Ziqing began to carry all his important belongings with him, even his spare clothes. He rarely wore the few pieces of clothing left at the Wen family's house, simply leaving them out to confuse others. After all, storage bags weren't commonplace in the Langyuan Secret Realm, and Wen Ziqing didn't want anyone to know about them.
After being harassed by He Jingjing downstairs just now, Wen Ziqing had a lot of things on his mind.
Wen Ziqing regretted his soft-heartedness. If he hadn't brought He Jingjing out of the Langyuan Secret Realm, whether she lived or died there wouldn't have been his business. His momentary softness had earned him such a sticky situation, and Wen Ziqing was agonizing over how to explain it to Zhou Yuanyuan. Should he tell her he was nearly possessed by the Taoist Baopu? No, no, that would scare the little girl. Not telling her? And he couldn't explain why he'd brought He Jingjing home!
Wen Ziqing's absence would last at least three years, perhaps even longer. He Jingjing was a second-level Qi training cultivator, her fighting power surpassing that of an average adult man. Leaving such a dangerous individual at home, Wen Ziqing worried about the safety of Wen Yiran and the others. How could he convince He Jingjing to leave on her own?
When Wen Ziqing opened the wardrobe, he was still thinking about this question.
In the closet, a strong fragrance wafted towards me, like the smell of rose essence, or some perfume, strong and pungent.
Why does grandma use such a strong-smelling fumigant? Wen Ziqing frowned and pulled a few of his clothes out of the closet. Feng Xueying had a habit of putting essential oils in sachets and hanging them in the closet. Wen Ziqing had always disliked such "sissy" things. Every time Feng Xueying asked the housekeeper to hang the sachets for Wen Ziqing, Wen Ziqing politely declined.
Wen Ziqing thought that it was because he had been away from home for too long, and Feng Xueying was so eager to show her kindness to him that she didn't think of going anywhere else.
As the clothes were pulled out, a thick pink mist rose up. Wen Ziqing's eyes narrowed and he immediately held his breath, but a trace of mist still entered his body with his breath.
The spiritual energy in Wen Ziqing's body stagnated and his vision went dark.
Wen Ziqing let go of the hand that was holding his clothes and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to use his internal energy to force out the mist, a clear fragrance of plum blossoms suddenly appeared at the tip of his nose. Wen Ziqing's knees softened and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on Wen Ziqing's door.
Wen Ziqing bit the tip of his tongue, the intense pain helping him regain some clarity. He tried to stand up, but he had no strength left. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed glued shut. He couldn't get them open. He tried to open his mouth, but his lips, like his eyelids, were glued shut.
"Yuanyuan." Wen Ziqing called out silently in his heart, feeling very annoyed.
In the darkness, Wen Ziqing heard his door opening and closing, and then a burst of hurried footsteps came to his side.
Wen Ziqing felt that the man squatted down, sneered at him, and cursed him with two words: "fool"!
A fool? Wasn't he a fool? Lying there, unable to do anything, unable to resist or call for help. Wen Ziqing regretted it deeply. He had been too careless, thinking this was his home, safe from danger. Even after inhaling the mist, he hadn't immediately sent a message to Zhou Yuanyuan for help. Now, he had really capsized in the gutter.
At this point, Wen Ziqing simply stopped caring about anything. He lay on the ground motionless, wanting to see what the newcomer would do to him.
The man pinched Wen Ziqing's chin and stuffed a pill into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and turned into a hot stream that entered Wen Ziqing's stomach.
"You're lucky!" Wen Ziqing fell into a coma after hearing the man say this in a disgusted tone.
It was a rare sight to see her grandson home, and it was also a rare occasion for Feng Xueying to have the urge to reconcile with Wen Ziqing. Today, Feng Xueying pulled out all the stops, collaborating with Aunt Wang in the kitchen to make a bowl of fragrant hand-rolled noodles.
When Feng Xueying came out with the noodles, Wen Yiran and Wen Ziqing were no longer in the living room. Only He Jingjing was sitting alone on the sofa, her face pale.
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