Chapter 11 This "old thing" got drunk
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Duan Jiuyou walked very fast, using the pace of "traveling a thousand miles," the road under his feet was rapidly "cut" off, and he stepped into the gate of the abandoned house as soon as he stepped out of the Fang family's threshold.
The Wilderness Clan has always had the habit of not locking their doors, which can be attributed to nothing more than "arrogance." They firmly believe that no one dares to trespass and that those who enter cannot easily leave.
The sky was dim, neither quite night nor quite night. The faint moonlight was almost swallowed by the darkness. Duan Jiuyou walked firmly toward the main house, seemingly unsure whether to stay or leave. She, on the other hand, did not hesitate at all, her only thought being to bring the imperial territory under her control as a "filial son".
She felt this way often, but it was particularly intense today. She didn't delve into the reason; perhaps it was from drinking, or perhaps it was from eating too much. In any case, she needed to make some progress in the tenth realm.
Emperor Jiang returned quite early today. The weather was too cold, and in another day his old injury would flare up again. In this condition, it was not advisable for him to stay outside for too long. In addition, his subordinates were not observant, and if he stayed out too long, he would be the one to suffer from the cold.
The bedding was a bit cold. "Xiao Cui" wasn't there, and no one remembered to stuff a hot water bottle into his bedding. He refused to go and call for help, so he sat in bed with a cold face, warming himself up by himself.
These human-like habits would never have existed in the past Emperor Jiang. He was neither afraid of the cold nor the heat, nor was he hungry or thirsty. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed freely in his chest, making him the strongest being in the Three Realms. Now, all these "bad habits" have come back after his primordial spirit was greatly damaged. He was unwilling to mention his weaknesses, just as he was unwilling to easily tell anyone that he was "cold".
About half an hour later, the stubborn Lord of the Wilderness warmed up his bed and was about to go to sleep when the door suddenly shook and a chilling blast of air rushed in.
Duan Jiuyou stood at the doorway, leaning against the door panel, looking like he was seeking revenge. He opened his mouth with the words, "Tai Xiao, I'll teach you to be disobedient!"
Di Jiang's eyes were sharp, and he rarely expressed his anger so clearly. He had just warmed himself up!
Moreover, Duan Jiuyou called him by his courtesy name again today. No one except his parents dares to call him that, but now she uses it every few days. Does she really treat him like a junior?
Both men's eyes conveyed a sense of rage, but Di Jiang's anger was less overt, while Duan Jiuyou's was completely evident on his face.
After staring at each other for a moment, Duan Jiuyou took a breath. The first thing he noticed was still Di Jiang's pale face, and his expression was even more annoyed.
"You just won't listen!"
She quickly closed the door, even taking a moment to reflect on how she still knew to care about his health under these circumstances. This shows that the role of a "mother" is not to be taken lightly; once you take it, it's like having a real "son."
She looked at his pale, expressionless face with this mindset, thinking that she was the kind of elder who was "disappointed in his lack of ambition." Unfortunately, she forgot that she was "small" and her delicate face was not filled with anger, but rather with reproach. Or perhaps it wasn't reproach, but rather because her almond-shaped eyes were naturally clear, and the slightest grievance made her look as if she had been greatly bullied, making her look pitiful.
The emperor observed silently and came to a conclusion—this "old thing" was drunk.
Duan Jiuyou, who was quite drunk, walked to the bedside and sat down. He looked around in a slightly dazed state. The four corners of the brocade quilt covering Di Jiang were neatly arranged, indicating that no one had stuffed a hot water bottle into his clothes.
Although Duan Jiuyou was angry with him, she couldn't stand that no one was supervising him. She crossed her arms and asked Di Jiang, "Was your mouth sewn shut? Is it so hard to just tell someone to cover the bed before you go to sleep?"
With so many servants in the mansion, he was like a man without a mouth; he would rather freeze to death on his own.
Di Jiang countered Duan Jiuyou's question: "When will you send Xiao Cui back to me?"
"Xiao Cui?" Duan Jiuyou was taken aback by the question, and asked with a puzzled look, "You're going to use a magic array to kill her?"
"Is it worth using an array to kill her?" Di Jiang looked at Duan Jiuyou's unfocused gaze and said calmly, "I have no one to serve me. You are all as poor as beggars. Xiao Cui can't get enough to eat without three bowls of rice per meal. Before you starve to death, bring her back to me."
Duan Jiuyou didn't believe it: "Aren't all the servants in this abandoned house human? Why are you only using her?"
Xiao Cui had helped her once, and she had promised Xiao Cui that she would keep her alive.
Di Jiang, his drowsiness dispelled by Jiu You's antics, leaned against the soft pillow and said, "Besides Xiao Cui, the servants in this mansion are all soldiers of my Great Wilderness clan. Apart from the four close attendants, including Feng Chen, the rest are all mentally challenged people who are missing three souls and seven spirits and cannot think normally. Who do you expect me to find to serve me?"
In the battle for the heavens, the Great Wilderness Clan suffered heavy losses, especially those with low cultivation levels, who not only fell from the tenth realm but also lost all their vitality.
Duan Jiuyou looked surprised: "You mean, Xiao Cui is the only normal person serving in this abandoned house? No wonder no one talked back to Xiao Cui even when she was being so fierce."
"Otherwise, do you think the people serving me are idiots?" Di Jiang glanced at Duan Jiuyou, thinking that she deserved some credit for this.
“At least the vassals are.” Duan Jiuyou replied firmly.
Di Jiang did not refute.
Then Duan Jiuyou asked, "How did Xiao Cui end up serving at this abandoned house?"
“She was originally a maid in this house, as was the old deaf man.” Di Jiang then thought of a normal person, “but he’s hard of hearing, not as useful as Xiao Cui, he only knows how to tend the stove.”
"It originally belonged to this house?" Duan Jiuyou lowered his eyebrows and quickly picked out the key words, "Did you steal this house?"
"What do you mean by robbery?" Di Jiang said calmly. "I killed the people living here before I moved in."
Duan Jiuyou's breath trembled as he said, "You really are something else."
--wrong!
Duan Jiuyou regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Di Jiang's argument of "forced purchase and occupation" clearly showed that he was still a beast and not a human being!
Duan Jiuyou said, "How is this any different from the unintelligent beastmen of ancient times who fought over mountains and caves?"
What's the difference?
Di Jiang knew that Duan Jiuyou had misunderstood. The original inhabitant of the abandoned house was a vicious and ruthless man who not only oppressed the people but was also extremely lecherous. He killed him to rid the people of a scourge. However, he never liked to talk about such good deeds. Everyone said he was vicious and eccentric, so why should he explain?
Duan Jiuyou said, "Can't you kill fewer people?"
"Is the food at the Fang family's house good?"
The two spoke at the same time, but Di Jiang changed the subject so quickly that Duan Jiuyou was stunned for a moment before uttering a sound—"Huh?"
If he hadn't mentioned Fang Zhuo, she would have almost forgotten why she came to him.
The slave heart stone hanging at Duan Jiuyou's waist seemed to sense something and vibrated violently.
Duan Jiuyou touched the rough stone through the ribbon. Just now, she was "intoxicated" and single-mindedly wanted to "take over" the imperial territory. But now, as they chatted, she was not so anxious anymore.
She looked at Di Jiang with a strange expression and asked, "How did you know I went to his place?"
Di Jiang replied matter-of-factly, "You weren't talking in private, why wouldn't I see it?"
Duan Jiuyou recalled the scene and asked with disdain, "You were eavesdropping on the mountaintop?"
Di Jiang replied in his usual indifferent tone: "To carry someone's back is called eavesdropping. Who did I carry back?"
"..."
Can you stop rambling and get down to business?
Fang Zhuo, who was hiding in the Slave Heart Stone, was so anxious that he jumped up and down. In fact, this stone had long been of little use, especially to the orthodox divine race of Dijiang, it was almost no different from an ordinary magic weapon.
With the death of the High Priest Cang Duo of Yuanshan, the evil power of the Nuxin Stone also dissipated. Fang Zhuo seemed to be giving Duan Jiuyou a stone, but in reality, it concealed his true form.
After Duan Jiuyou left the Fang family, he transformed into a wisp of light and plunged into the stone.
Taking down the Lord of the Great Wilderness in one fell swoop is no easy task, and Fang Zhuo never intended to rely on Duan Jiuyou from the beginning.
He learned from Xiao Cui's abandoned house that Di Jiang had been injured by the Zhanlu Sword, and the scar on his chest was Fang Zhuo's entry point.
He needed an opportunity to get close to the imperial capital, and Duan Jiuyou was the one who created that opportunity.
As long as she places the Slave Heart Stone close to Di Jiang's chest, Fang Zhuo can strike at the same time and shatter Di Jiang's remaining divine soul.
But Fang Zhuo really couldn't figure out what this woman was thinking. Looking out through the Heavenly Eye outside the Slave Heart Stone, Fang Zhuo saw Duan Jiuyou take off his shoes, kick his feet haphazardly, and sit cross-legged opposite Di Jiang, actually setting up a very long chat.
"Does not eavesdropping mean you don't do it behind someone's back? You swallowed Uncle Fang Zhuo whole, and you still expect people to hate you? Let me tell you, you are just stubborn, reckless, and willful."
"You grew up reading books of idioms, didn't you?"
The two became more and more engrossed in their conversation, practically putting Fang Zhuo, who was hiding in the Nu Xin Stone, on the fire.
He couldn't stay inside for long. The Slave Heart Stone was an extremely yin and evil object, its interior overcrowded with the spiritual essence of those who had died tragically at the hands of Cang Duo tens of thousands of years ago. Fang Zhuo carried the aura of a living person, which was an extremely delicious meal for them. Fang Zhuo had to hold his breath and conceal his aura, otherwise, if they discovered him, he might be torn apart and devoured.
“I have no idea who his uncle is,” Di Jiang said.
“Of course I can’t remember killing so many people,” Duan Jiuyou argued with Di Jiang. “It happened not long after you arrived in the Tenth Realm.”
Are these two crazy? When will this ever end?!
Fang Zhuo tried his best to hide while listening to Di Jiang and Duan Jiuyou arguing about who his uncle really was.
Starting from their first beast-hunting battle in the Ten Realms after arriving from the Imperial Territory, they seemed determined to determine each other's names, clothing, height, and face shape.
"Is this important?!"
Fang Zhuo couldn't help but curse from within the Slave Heart Stone. A wisp of "life force" leaked out, like the aroma of meat wafting from a stove, luring out a group of hungry souls from within the stone.
They searched around Fang Zhuo and quickly found a direction. Fang Zhuo knew he couldn't stay there any longer, and in his anxiety, he broke out of the rock.
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