Chapter 57: Return of Bai Yueguang, the leader of Hehuan Sect
Zhen Zhixin has been in a very bad mood these days.
Although he had plotted against the Hehuan Sect in the martial arts competition, causing Sang Yu to suffer a loss, their Qingyun Sword Sect not only failed to win face, but was also suppressed by Wen Qianning in public and could not raise their heads.
"The leader of the Hehuan Sect is so powerful." Zhen Zhixin returned to the residence arranged by Xuanxiao Mountain and pushed open the door with a frown.
Without thinking much, he shook his sleeves and sat down.
Although he hadn't sustained any external injuries during the fight, he was exhausted. His throat was dry, so he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. It was warm and refreshing, and surprisingly comforting, so he drank it all in one gulp.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
"...Hmm?" Zhen Zhixin suddenly felt a slight churning sensation in his stomach. At first, he thought it was because of the cold nature of the tea, but not long after, the churning sensation quickly turned into a rapid and violent wriggling, running wildly in his intestines.
His face turned ugly in an instant, and he rushed to the toilet in the side room, holding his stomach.
The first time, Zhen Zhixin just suspected that the tea had gotten cold and caused him to have a stomachache.
The second time, he began to suspect that someone had spiked the tea.
On the third trip, he no longer cared about his image. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead and his knees felt weak.
When Zhen Zhixin came out of the toilet for the sixth time, his waist was almost unable to straighten up, his lips had lost their color, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He finally managed to return to the dormitory. He was extremely tired and just wanted to lie on the bed and rest for a while.
However, not long after he turned over and lay down on the bed.
First, a tingling itch came from the neck, and then the itch quickly spread along the back, spreading to every inch of skin in the body in a blink of an eye.
Zhen Zhixin suddenly didn't even care about his weakness. He rolled over and over on the bed as if ants were crawling all over him.
"Damn... What is this..." He grabbed his collar and tried to scratch it, but the more he scratched, the more itchy it became. His nails even scratched his skin red, but the itching didn't get any better.
Zhen Zhixin quickly realized that someone must have tampered with his bed!
Moreover, the trick was extremely sinister. Although Qingyun Sword Sect also had similar drugs, none of them had the duration to drive people crazy.
He gritted his teeth, turned over and got out of bed, trying to hold on and find the antidote, but just as he took a step, his stomach suddenly tightened again.
"......!!" Zhen Zhixin's face turned pale instantly and he had to rush to the toilet in embarrassment.
So, throughout the night, he cycled endlessly between running to the toilet and rolling around scratching his itch. Every time he thought the energy had finally died down and he could rest, he would be woken up again by the cramps in his abdomen, or the itching sensation under his skin would once again make him lose all desire to sleep.
By dawn, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Zhen Zhixin lay on the couch, gritting his teeth, his heart in turmoil.
There must be someone plotting against him behind the scenes, and the means were so secretive that he didn't even realize he was being plotted against.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but it also became clearer to him... This must have been done by the Hehuan Sect, and their purpose was to take revenge on him!
However, I couldn't find any evidence at all.
The Hehuan Sect returned the trick he had used on Sang Yu, and there was no trace of tampering on the tea and bedding.
At this moment, Zhen Zhixin didn't even dare to think about it. If this embarrassing thing were to get to the ears of the people from Qingyun Sword Sect, how would he survive?
This torture almost made Zhen Zhixin doubt his life. For several days, he had no strength to struggle anymore and could only lie paralyzed on the bed, like a plucked quail, his whole body weak.
To avoid embarrassment, he simply ordered his servant: "Whoever comes, tell them that I am in seclusion to recuperate."
The servant looked embarrassed, but Zhen Zhixin's face was gloomy, so he didn't dare to ask more questions and had to do as he was told.
That afternoon, someone came to the door.
"Brother Zhen, what's wrong with you? I heard you've been sick these past few days, very sick, and you've been staying indoors all day. I came to see how you're doing."
Zhen Zhixin's heart tightened...it was Rong Xinhui who came.
He usually creates a tall and mighty image in front of her. If she knew that he had been tossing and turning in the toilet and bed for the past few days, and saw his miserable appearance of scratching his skin due to some itching powder... Zhen Zhixin would like to find a hole in the ground to crawl into immediately.
"Ahem...it's okay, just a minor illness." He replied through the door with forced composure, but the weak ending of his tone revealed a lack of confidence.
Rong Xinhui gently pushed the door and found it was locked from the inside: "Brother Zhen, why did you lock the door? I brought you some elixir, I hope it can help you recover."
Zhen Zhixin broke out in a cold sweat. In his current state, he absolutely could not let Rong Xinhui in!
"Thank you for your kindness, Junior Sister." He said quickly, "But my injury... I need to rest. Outsiders coming in will only disturb my breathing. You can just leave it at the door."
Rong Xinhui stood outside the door, her tone filled with worry: "But, Brother Zhen, your voice sounds weak. Does your face look bad?"
Zhen Zhixin's heart was choked, and he forced a smile to respond: "I just didn't get enough rest last night."
"Then I'll wait outside until you need me..."
"No need!" Zhen Zhixin interrupted immediately, his tone much more urgent than usual.
Outside the door, Rong Xinhui was stunned for a moment, thinking that he really didn't want to be disturbed. She hesitated, put down the medicine basket, sighed, and left.
Zhen Zhixin didn't breathe a sigh of relief until her footsteps gradually faded away.
But the dull pain in his stomach and the itching under his skin had not subsided. Thinking of Rong Xinhui's tone just now, he could only swallow his anger. His face turned pale and he gritted his teeth secretly:
It’s all the fault of this damn Hehuan Sect!
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On Wen Qianning's side, the group who came out to participate in the Hundred Sects Competition have returned to the Hehuan Sect.
After entering the sect, all the disciples saluted Wen Qianning when they saw her, but she just nodded and walked straight into the inner mountain without stopping.
That is the quiet room where Ji Hanlin is in seclusion.
Wen Qianning walked very quickly. Ji Ziming was following behind, but soon he fell far behind. He paused and couldn't help but stop Sang Yu beside him. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the Sect Leader going? She looks so hurried, like she's going to meet someone important."
Sang Yu glanced at him, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a chilling tone: "Go see Ji Hanlin."
"Ji Hanlin? Who is he?" Ji Ziming was stunned.
Sang Yu crossed her arms, glanced at him sideways, and said unhappily, "Who else could it be? Our master's wife."
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with impatience. He had no intention of treating Ji Ziming, an outsider who had come as a "tribute," with any favors. Compared to Ji Ziming, even Ji Hanlin, who was at odds with him, was much more pleasing to his eyes.
"The principal wife?" Ji Ziming raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to find it very interesting. "You mean, she has another male cultivator?"
"Nonsense, our sect master is kind-hearted and unattainable. She has no shortage of dual cultivation partners. Don't think that our sect master takes you seriously just because she accepted you."
Ji Ziming smiled, but was not offended by Sang Yu's ill-intentioned words. Instead, he said meaningfully, "Thank you, Senior Brother Sang Yu, for your guidance. I understand now."
"Come on, I'll take you to your dormitory." Sang Yu snorted coldly, not wanting to pay any more attention to him, and walked away.
Ji Ziming followed immediately, but he couldn't help being curious. He really wanted to see what kind of person it was like to be the main wife of the leader of the Hehuan Sect.
What expression would this queen have if she saw that Wen Qianning also accepted him?
*
The restriction on the retreat area shook slightly under Wen Qianning's palm, and a crack quietly opened.
She walked in and saw Ji Hanlin sitting cross-legged. He noticed the movement and slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, a glint of joy that was hard to conceal flashed across his eyes.
"Ningning, you're back." His voice was filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation.
Wen Qianning raised her lips and smiled. Seeing his happy look, she couldn't help but feel a little happier. "Well, I just returned to the Hehuan Sect. How are you doing during your retreat?"
Ji Hanlin didn't answer. He stood up and walked in front of her, his eyes fixed on her. He looked at her carefully as if to make sure that she was really unharmed. Only after confirming that Wen Qianning was fine did his expression completely soften.
"I'm fine, it's just..." He said softly, then changed the subject, "How about you, is everything going well? Have you encountered any trouble?"
"It went relatively smoothly, but we did encounter some problems." Wen Qianning thought for a moment, then said with a smile, not hiding anything. "But it's all been dealt with, don't worry."
So she told Ji Hanlin all the dirty things Zhen Zhixin had done and the fight she had with the leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect. She also proudly mentioned that she had secretly given Zhen Zhixin laxatives and itching powder in the end.
"I'm glad you're okay." Ji Hanlin smiled helplessly, and felt that the woman in front of him with her eyebrows slightly raised was very smart.
"What can happen to me? I'm very powerful." Wen Qianning blinked and asked in return, "How is your training here?"
"It went smoothly, even better than expected." He curled his lips, stretched out his hand and pressed it against Wen Qianning's palm, transferring his spiritual power to her so that she could clearly feel that his cultivation had reached a higher level.
"I'm almost breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Wen Qianning was slightly stunned, with a look of shock on her face.
No, is this the male protagonist? It's so terrifying... For him, cultivation is as easy as drinking water, and his progress is so rapid.
Many people have been unable to break through for decades, but she only went to Xuanxiao Mountain, and it only took a month including the round trip. How could he have entered the Nascent Soul stage in such a short period of time?
"When you were away, I had nothing else to distract me, so I focused on feeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and concentrating my dantian. A breakthrough only took a moment." Ji Hanlin couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Wen Qianning's surprised look, and rubbed her head.
"Now that you're back, you can put your training aside for now."
Wen Qianning came back to her senses, her heart warmed slightly, and she felt a bit amused and helpless: "Why do I feel like I'm a stumbling block on your path of cultivation?"
"No." Ji Hanlin lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her, "If it weren't for Ningning... I would still be a useless person."
I was about to make a few jokes, but was stunned by his straightforward tone and overly serious expression.
"Ningning, you don't know..." He paused, as if afraid of being too explicit, "how much I miss you."
Looking at Ji Hanlin's indifferent eyes which were now full of tenderness, Wen Qianning felt a sudden subtle touch in her heart.
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