Chapter 56: Bai Yueguang, the leader of Hehuan Sect 17: Self-recommendation
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
All the lights in the guesthouse of Xuanxiao Mountain have been extinguished, and the chirping of insects is rare.
In Wen Qianning's dormitory, a corner of the window was quietly lifted, and someone jumped into the room lightly, with light steps, and did not make any sound.
She had just turned off the lights and lay down on the couch for a short while when she still caught a glimpse of a very slight sound.
Realizing that someone had sneaked in, Wen Qianning was not at all panicked... After all, she was very powerful and could just kill anyone who wanted to do anything bad.
As she was thinking this, the figure had already come behind her.
The man held his breath, his footsteps silent, his movements extremely skillful. He quietly approached Wen Qianning's bed. Just when he was about to touch the edge...
Bang!
A strong wind flew out from the bed, and a sharp force instantly attacked the person who came.
Before Ji Ziming could even react, his wrists were clamped by a powerful force, and he was turned over. His back was pressed to the floor, and his hands were twisted behind his back, unable to move.
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts!" He cried out several times, his voice filled with undisguised panic. "Wait! Please have mercy! Master, it's me, it's me!"
Wen Qianning had already raised her hand, intending to shatter the man's consciousness with a palm and make him faint. After hearing the scream, she paused and looked down at the person she subdued with a cold gaze.
The lights in the room were off, but in the moonlight, she still recognized that handsome face.
This person... was the male cultivator offered by the small sect during the day. Wen Qianning didn't know his name. After accepting this male cultivator according to the original plot, she didn't take him seriously.
She frowned tightly, and there was a hint of displeasure in her tone: "Why is it you?"
Ji Ziming was pinned to the ground, his nose touching the floor. Unable to struggle, he could only twist his face to look at her: "Master, I, I am here... to serve you in bed."
“…”
Wen Qianning's forehead twitched, and he asked in confusion, "I didn't ask you to sleep with me, so why did you break into my bedroom at night?"
"It's precisely because you didn't let me sleep with you that I'm offering myself to you," Ji Ziming said aggrievedly. "You don't know how much I admire Sect Master Wen. When I saw you take action that day and repel the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sword Sect with a single palm strike, I was so shaken that I couldn't sleep that night, so I dared to come here..."
Wen Qianning sneered, exerted force on his wrist, and only loosened his grip a little after hearing his scream.
"I don't need it."
"It hurts, it hurts!" Ji Ziming shouted hurriedly, his voice changing tone. "I just... I just want to relieve your fatigue, Sect Master, and help you cultivate. I am willing to serve you. I don't ask for fame or position, I just want to have a place for myself."
The man in front of her looked so devout that he was willing to die for her. Looking at him like this, Wen Qianning really wanted to knock him out with a palm and then kick him out, but after thinking about it, she felt very tired.
Accepting him in the daytime was just following the plot of the novel. Besides, the original text did not describe in detail the process of Bai Yueguang practicing dual cultivation with this person. In fact, she did not need to really practice dual cultivation with this person. She did not expect that he took it seriously and threw himself into her arms so consciously.
After thinking it over, Wen Qianning let go of his hand, stood up, and looked down at him: "Do you know that if I had really struck you with that palm just now, your sea of consciousness would have been shattered."
Ji Ziming was released, and he climbed up, laughing: "It is my blessing to die at the hands of Sect Master Wen."
"..." Wen Qianning was too lazy to look at him anymore. She walked to the table and lit another lamp. The bright light revealed a tired look in her eyes.
"By the way, what's your name?" she asked.
"Master, my name is Ji Ziming." Ji Ziming touched his head and replied.
"Ji Ziming..." Wen Qianning nodded, indicating that she understood. "If you really want to practice, after we return to the Hehuan Sect, go find the steward to learn the inner courtyard exercises. Don't come into my bedroom again."
Hearing this, he was stunned: "You...what you mean is that you want me to practice on my own and you don't plan to practice with me? However, I can be of great benefit to you."
Wen Qianning did not answer immediately. He fell into a brief contemplation, his brows slightly furrowed.
Logically speaking, Ji Ziming's physique was rare, and he was a natural match from the perspective of dual cultivation. He was also well-behaved and obedient, and his appearance was also excellent. If she was willing, dual cultivation with him would indeed greatly improve her cultivation.
She was originally playing the role of the leader of the Hehuan Sect in the novel's plot, so naturally she followed the basic principle of rational use of resources and should not be averse to practicing dual cultivation with others.
But for some reason, Wen Qianning realized that she was instinctively unwilling to practice dual cultivation with this person.
When this thought came to her mind, she herself was a little surprised.
Wen Qianning couldn't help but ask herself silently: What if the person practicing dual cultivation was Ji Hanlin?
The answer came to her almost subconsciously... She was willing to do so. She actually did so. Knowing that dual cultivation could restore Ji Hanlin's cultivation, she had no objection to doing so.
Wen Qianning held her chin, looking troubled and distressed.
...Does she like Ji Hanlin a little?
When this idea came to her mind, she was slightly stunned, and then burst out laughing.
After all, Ji Hanlin is just a character in the novel, not a real person. Besides, the system told her before that the male protagonist in each world is not the same person, so who does she like?
So Wen Qianning thought about it and finally came to the conclusion that it was impossible for her to like Ji Hanlin.
She raised her eyes, looked at the man in front of her who was still clinging to a lucky mentality, and finally spoke in a calm tone: "I will not practice dual cultivation with you."
Ji Ziming was stunned and wanted to say something, but Wen Qianning said calmly, "You are a good fit, but I don't want to."
"Then why..." He didn't give up.
"The Hehuan Sect emphasizes the unity of spirit and mind." She paused and smiled. "I don't like you. At least, it's impossible for me to practice dual cultivation with you right now."
It's impossible now, but that doesn't mean it's impossible in the future. When Ji Ziming heard Wen Qianning say this, he had an idea and didn't give up the idea.
Anyway, there is a long way to go, and he is confident.
"I understand."
"Okay, you can go out." Wen Qianning rubbed his eyebrows.
Then she turned around and sat down, as if she no longer took him seriously.
"As you command, I will not disturb you from resting." Ji Ziming kowtowed respectfully three times before leaving.
The dormitory finally returned to silence.
"Tsk... one or two of them, they won't stop."
*
The Hehuan Sect's group stayed in Xuanxiao Mountain for a few days. After confirming that Sang Yu was really fine, they no longer wanted to stay and prepared to return home.
But… a young junior sister walked angrily behind the team, her eyes slightly red, looking very unconvinced: "Are we really just going to leave like this? Zhen Zhixin clearly used a shady trick, but he ended up being safe and sound. The Hehuan Sect suffered such a huge loss… How can we let them get away with it!"
"Yes, Sect Master." Another disciple echoed, "Those people in the Qingyun Sword Sect are all hypocritical. They look bright and clear, but in fact they are insidious and cunning. Senior Brother Sang is fine this time, but who can guarantee that he will be fine next time—"
Before he could finish his words, Sang Yu coughed lightly and raised his hand with a complicated expression to signal them to stop talking. He had already given up on the matter, but it was the younger sister who was furious. She wiped her eyes and said sullenly, "Anyway, I just can't get over this!"
Wen Qianning kept listening to them talk and smiled helplessly.
She knew very well that she couldn't let Zhen Zhixin get away with it, but this matter was indeed difficult to handle. They were caught off guard and accidentally fell into the trap, and they didn't find any evidence, so there was no reason to ask Qingyun Sword Sect for a reply.
The Qingyun Sword Sect insisted that Zhen Zhixin had not cheated or used any underhanded tricks, and there was nothing they could do.
But this is a rational consideration. On the emotional level, Wen Qianning is a very protective sect leader and naturally will not let Zhen Zhixin go easily.
Since the other side is doing such shameful things, don't blame her for using dirty tricks on them too.
"Do you really think I didn't do anything?"
Everyone was startled and looked at her.
Wen Qianning raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile in her eyes. She pretended to be mysterious: "Don't worry, Zhen Zhixin will not have an easy time."
As soon as she finished speaking, the younger sister was stunned: "The Sect Master means..."
"Before I left, I secretly gave Zhen Zhixin a generous gift." Wen Qianning seemed to be deliberately keeping the secret. His eyes passed over Sang Yu not far away, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "He will definitely have a hard time these days..."
She paused meaningfully, "Extraordinarily wonderful."
"..." The disciples' eyes widened instantly.
"Master, what did you do?" The little sister became more curious when she saw her posture, and asked with sparkling eyes.
Wen Qianning smiled without saying anything, waved his sleeves lightly, leaned over to the little junior sister's ear and said something, which made the little junior sister laugh out loud.
"What is it?" Sang Yu also became curious and asked quickly, "Master, please tell me quickly."
"Ahem." Wen Qianning cleared her throat. "It's nothing... I simply bribed the servant Xuan Xiaoshan assigned to serve Zhen Zhixin, and had him put laxatives in Zhen Zhixin's teapot and sprinkle a bag of itching powder on his bed."
Sang Yu was stunned for three full seconds before he realized what she said.
Then he suddenly burst out laughing, staggered, and almost sprained his feet on the stone steps.
"Master..." He smiled and patted his chest, "You really are... a murderer without blinking an eye!"
The Hehuan Sect's laxatives and itching powders were no ordinary treats. The laxatives were blended from third-tier spiritual materials, and their effects were fast and powerful, enough to make anyone's stomach explode. As for the itching powder... their Hehuan Sect's recipe incorporated some soul grass powder for enhanced effectiveness. Sprinkling a whole bag on someone would leave them itching from head to toe for at least seven days, irritating both their inner and outer spirits. It was a condition that couldn't be suppressed even with spiritual power.
The image of Zhen Zhixin lying on the bed, scratching himself frantically and running to the toilet immediately appeared in his mind.
Wen Qianning continued to add, "Well, I also used my spiritual power to add some properties to the laxative and itching powder. Once they are absorbed into the human body, they will evaporate without a trace."
This move was exactly what Zhen Zhixin had learned, and it was a case of giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Zhen Zhixin couldn't find any evidence of the Hehuan Sect's revenge, so he could only blame himself for his bad luck.
"Zhen Zhixin was just lucky to get off the ring alive, but the time after this..." She curled her lips slightly, and said in a cold tone, "Just enjoy it slowly."
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