Chapter 59: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 20 Breakup
These words made them seem to have something to say. Ji Ziming's expression paused, and his smile faded slightly. "Sorry, it's all my fault for being stupid. The Sect Master was just being kind."
Wen Qianning glanced at Ji Hanlin with dissatisfaction and said bluntly, "Are you overthinking this?"
He didn't answer and sneered.
Seeing this, Ji Ziming took two steps back tactfully and whispered, "Master, I will take my leave now."
Wen Qianning nodded, signaling him to leave.
After the palace door closed, the arrogant and cold man finally spoke again, looking a little hurt and aggrieved.
"Ningning...why don't you come to see me?"
"Didn't I tell you that I'm busy?" Wen Qianning looked away and said casually.
He walked up to her step by step, his eyes gloomy: "Are you so busy that you can't spare time to come see me in a month?"
Forced to look up and meet his gaze, Wen Qianning forced a faint smile: "Yes."
He knew full well that the woman was lying. Ji Hanlin's breathing became irregular, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart... He had originally been worried about her safety, but now it felt like a punch into the air.
Maybe he was too sensitive, but he could clearly feel that the woman's attitude towards him was different from before.
"Busy with work..." Ji Hanlin repeated softly, "Are you actually busy chatting and laughing with other male cultivators here?"
"Haven't we already..." He looked sad, staring at Wen Qianning without blinking, as if he had to hear her answer. "Why are you still looking for someone else?"
Wen Qianning simply ignored the sadness in his eyes and said calmly, "Don't say I didn't have anything with him. Even if we did..."
She paused and smiled, "Ji Hanlin. I'm already the leader of the Hehuan Sect. Isn't it normal for me to be looking for another male cultivator? I don't understand why you're being possessive. Please think clearly about your own status, okay?"
The woman's voice was like a splash of cold water, chilling Ji Hanlin's heart completely.
He didn't understand. Wen Qianning hadn't been so cold to him since she came back from Xuanxiao Mountain.
Why are you saying this to yourself now?
What on earth had happened? He didn't believe that she was really tired of him.
"My status?" Ji Hanlin's smile was very faint. "Then tell me, what do you think of me?"
"You are just my male cultivator." The heartless woman answered straightforwardly without any hesitation.
It was just a short sentence, but it was sharper than a knife, cutting his heart and causing him to ache.
He remembered Wen Qianning whispering his name in his ear, remembered her leaning on his shoulder and sobbing quietly, and remembered that before, there was only him in her eyes.
It turned out that she just regarded him as a male cultivator.
"Okay." Ji Hanlin suddenly laughed softly, his laughter full of coldness.
In the next moment, the man raised his hand, hooked Wen Qianning's belt, and then tore open her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Wen Qianning was startled. She smelled a hint of danger and subconsciously pressed his hand, not wanting him to move any further.
"A male cultivator should do what a male cultivator should do, right?" His voice was low, and a hint of paranoia flashed in his eyes. "Since I am just a male cultivator to you, then I will serve you, the Sect Master, now."
With just a few words, Wen Qianning was forced into a situation with no way out.
The presence so close to her made Wen Qianning's heart tighten. She rarely felt so close to others, especially since Ji Hanlin looked a little scary at this moment.
"Let me go!" Her tone was a little panicked.
"Are you scared?" The corners of the man's lips rose slightly. Seeing the panic in her eyes, he mocked her with disdain, "Are you afraid that I will touch you?"
Wen Qianning's anger was completely ignited by his words. She raised her hand without hesitation and hit the handsome face.
“Bang!”
The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the empty hall. Ji Hanlin's head tilted to one side, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.
After a moment, he slowly turned his head. There was no trace of smile in his dark eyes, only uncontrollable pain.
The light in Ji Hanlin's eyes had gone out, which made Wen Qianning's heart tremble, but she still straightened her back, met his gaze, and refused to take a step back.
"Get out." Wen Qianning opened her red lips slightly, pointed at the palace door, and asked Ji Hanlin to leave quickly.
Ji Hanlin's body stiffened. He stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but they were stuck in his throat.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and a tense atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.
Finally, Ji Hanlin laughed hoarsely: "Okay."
The smile was chilling to the bone. He turned around, his back hard and cold, and he stubbornly didn't look back.
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Ever since breaking the restriction, Ji Hanlin's cultivation has remained steadily at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. In such a short period of seclusion, he was able to achieve such a breakthrough, which amazed all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
But these compliments were meaningless to Ji Hanlin.
There is always only one person in his heart.
After the quarrel that day, the atmosphere between Ji Hanlin and Wen Qianning remained very strange.
But even so, no matter how unhappy he was, Ji Hanlin would still stay by her side no matter what, even though Wen Qianning was not very willing to pay attention to him.
After the quarrel, Ji Hanlin had already found out the origins of Ji Ziming from Sang Yu. He knew that this man was just a male cultivator presented by a small sect to the Hehuan Sect. He was unhappy that these people used male cultivators to please Wen Qianning, and he was also unhappy that she actually accepted Ji Ziming.
Whenever Ji Ziming approached Wen Qianning, a cold look would appear in his eyes.
On this day, it was still time to deal with sect affairs. Wen Qianning sat upright behind the desk, looking down at the file in his hand, while Ji Hanlin stood silently by the side.
Although Wen Qianning didn't want to talk to him, at least they were alone together. However, this moment didn't last long, and Ji Ziming appeared again.
"Master." He saluted, his eyes respectful and his tone gentle, "I have encountered some problems again, and I would like to continue to consult you."
"Come here."
Seeing Ji Ziming being treated kindly by Wen Qianning, Ji Hanlin pursed his lips and felt even more uncomfortable.
Ji Ziming was a man with a handsome appearance and spoke in a smooth and appropriate manner. He always appeared in Wen Qianning's palace with a gentle smile, claiming that he came to ask the sect leader for advice on his difficulties in cultivation. On the surface, he looked humble and polite, but no one knew what he was planning in secret.
The feeling of uneasiness in his heart deepened. Ji Hanlin originally thought that as long as he practiced hard and became strong enough, he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wen Qianning and make her only have him in her heart.
But now, he was standing in the position of Nascent Soul, but had to watch another man standing beside her, smiling gently while talking to her.
Ningning really... doesn't like herself anymore?
He seemed to have realized something and felt that he couldn't go on like this... He couldn't quarrel with Wen Qianning anymore, and couldn't confront her with a cold face anymore.
You should try to please her carefully like Ji Ziming did.
Therefore, Ji Hanlin began to change his cold war attitude with Wen Qianning in the past two days. In the morning, he brewed her favorite tea earlier than Wen Qianning, placed it on the table, and waited for her to arrive.
By the way, he also considerately helped her move the piles of files away and tidied up the desk.
Others seemed to think that Ji Hanlin was even more docile and considerate than before. No wonder he was the most favored by the Sect Master. But only he knew clearly... He was afraid that Wen Qianning would really change her heart, and that the man named Ji Ziming would replace him by her side.
Ji Hanlin was like a puppy circling around his owner's feet, clumsily trying to please her in various ways, just to get a gentle look from her.
But Wen Qianning...remained unmoved.
She noticed Ji Hanlin's cautious attempts to please her, and although she felt a little uncomfortable, she knew that she couldn't be soft-hearted, otherwise the plot would not proceed smoothly as planned.
So she always maintained a lukewarm attitude, and even when she occasionally spoke to Ji Hanlin, her tone was perfunctory.
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The night deepens.
The lights in the main hall of the Hehuan Sect had long been extinguished, leaving only a hint of light coming from the direction of the bedroom. Ji Han walked on the bluestone path towards Wen Qianning's bedroom.
Although Wen Qianning has not changed her attitude towards him yet, he is not discouraged and thinks about going to see her that night.
He stood in front of Wen Qianning's bedroom, raising his hand to knock on the door.
However, the next moment, a clear male voice was heard through the door panel -
"Master, will this be too painful?"
It was Ji Ziming's voice.
Ji Hanlin froze, his mind went blank, and he even wondered if he had heard it wrong.
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone, talking so ambiguously in the dormitory...what good could come of this?
His breathing became rapid.
Disbelief, grievance, anger, all the emotions mixed together and kept tearing at his heart.
Didn’t she say that Ji Ziming was just a disciple?
Why...why is there another man in her room at this time?
Ji Hanlin's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he began to sob. His eyes were red. He tried hard to suppress the trembling of his body, but he could not hide the grievance in his heart.
The rage could no longer be suppressed; it swept over him and swallowed up all his rationality.
With a "bang", the heavy door panel was pushed open by Ji Hanlin's palm and slammed against the wall, making a deafening noise.
The scene inside the room suddenly came into his eyes, and his gaze froze in an instant: Wen Qianning was lying on the bed, and Ji Ziming was half-squatting beside her bed. The man's hand was now firmly placed on the woman's waist.
At this moment, the blood seemed to flow back into my brain, and my ears were filled with roaring sounds.
Her waist was the place he had hugged countless times, the intimate place he had touched when he whispered "Ningning".
Seeing this scene, no matter what they were doing, Ji Hanlin could not remain calm, and murderous intent burned in his eyes.
"You're looking for death."
Spiritual power surged out of his body, turning into an extremely sharp gust of wind, which hit Ji Ziming's chest without any warning.
The palm strike was delivered without any reservation. Ji Ziming only had time to look up in shock before he was sent flying backwards in the next second, hitting the pillar hard and spurting a mouthful of scarlet blood from his mouth.
"cough--!"
His cultivation level is only Qi training, how can he stop Ji Hanlin who is now in the early Nascent Soul stage?
With just one move, Ji Ziming couldn't even speak, his face turned pale and he was about to faint.
"Ji Hanlin!" Wen Qianning suddenly stood up upon seeing this, not even bothering to pick up anything that had fallen to the ground. Anger welled up in her eyes, "Are you crazy?!"
She raised her hand, used her spiritual power, and rushed straight to Ji Hanlin's door without hesitation. The whole room became dangerous. The teacup on the table next to her was affected and shattered in an instant, splashing tea everywhere.
"You actually hit me for him?"
Ji Hanlin blocked Wen Qianning's attack, his eyes filled with disbelief and heartache. "Ningning, I'm yours. You're protecting him so much...are you going to attack me?"
"Are you sick?" Wen Qianning shouted angrily, waving his long sleeves and forcing him to take two steps back. "You came in and wanted to kill him. He's a disciple of my sect, so what's wrong with me protecting him?"
"Disciple?" Ji Hanlin sneered, not believing a single word she said. "In the middle of the night, in your bedroom, with his hand on your waist... and you tell me, he's just a disciple?"
Wen Qianning's chest heaved with anger: "No matter what, there's no need to kill me right away!"
If he had really killed him, Ji Ziming would have been a dead body by now. The man's eyes turned cold, and without saying anything more, he raised his hand and was about to attack Ji Ziming who was standing beside him.
Wen Qianning was shocked and subconsciously took the initiative to attack Ji Hanlin.
A dull impact sound rang out in the bedroom. Ji Hanlin felt as if his internal organs were dislocated in an instant, his sternum seemed to be cracked by a heavy hammer, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth and slid down the corner of his lips.
He staggered back a few steps, his knees almost buckling.
"Ningning, why are you so harsh on me?" Ji Hanlin's voice was hoarse.
When he looked up at her, his eyes were filled with shock and unspeakable pain.
She didn't want to be so harsh on Ji Hanlin, but as soon as he came in, he wanted to fight without saying a word, and she accidentally lost control, so this happened.
Wen Qianning gritted her teeth and suppressed the urge to step forward and show concern for Ji Hanlin: "You were the one who started it first."
"..." Hearing that Wen Qianning was still protecting Ji Ziming, the pain in the man's eyes almost turned into despair, "What am I in your eyes?"
The fluctuations of spiritual power became stronger and stronger. Ji Ziming half leaned against the pillar, his face pale as he gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but the murderous aura between the two men prevented him from moving.
"No matter what I do with others, it has nothing to do with you." Wen Qianning closed his eyes and continued cruelly, every word meant to sever the friendship between them. "You wanted to harm my disciples of the Hehuan Sect first. Our Hehuan Sect can no longer tolerate you. You..."
"Get out of the Hehuan Sect."
The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent, suffocatingly oppressive.
Such heartless words made Ji Hanlin's breathing stop in his chest, and his heart couldn't help but contract violently.
Get out of the Hehuan Sect… These were words he never thought he would hear from her.
He tried to lift the corners of his lips, but that smile was uglier than crying: "Because of him...you want to drive me away?"
Wen Qianning said nothing, silence was the coldest answer.
The last bit of hope in my heart collapsed.
Ji Hanlin's throat rolled over, and he struggled to suppress the rising smell of blood, and whispered, "Okay."
He raised his eyes, and there was no warmth in his smile.
"Wen Qianning, remember this: from now on, we are done with each other."
"You'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands in the future." The man's eyes darkened, and he spoke with hatred, emphasizing each word. "Otherwise, I will repay you tenfold for the heartbreak and the feeling of being toyed with today."
After saying that, Ji Hanlin held onto the door frame and dragged his badly injured body out without mercy.
The back figure looked extremely heavy. Wen Qianning stood there with an unreadable expression.
Ji Ziming leaned to one side and was about to say something when she raised her hand to stop him.
Wen Qianning waved his sleeves and probed Ji Ziming's pulse with his fingers to check his injuries.
After a moment, Wen Qianning, still looking calm, withdrew her hand and said to him calmly, "You're fine now. Just go back and rest for a few days."
Ji Ziming could clearly feel that her healing had greatly improved his internal injuries. He no longer felt as uncomfortable and could speak. He sighed, his eyes falling on the massager that had fallen from the bed. He hesitated and said, "Sect Master... why didn't you explain clearly to Senior Brother Ji? I was just giving you a massage just now. There was nothing..."
It's a shame to say that Ji Ziming's previous small sect was not good at other things but was the best at massage. Their elders often said, "To cure a disease, you must first relax the meridians." All the disciples of their sect have been practicing the skill since childhood, and their best skill is relaxing muscles and bones.
That day, Wen Qianning was practicing his sword outside the palace. Unaccustomed to holding a sword, he twisted his waist. Although he quickly recovered with the help of his spiritual power, he still felt uncomfortable.
She didn't want to say anything, but Ji Ziming saw it and became worried. He volunteered to help her relieve the pain, saying that with his previous skills from the sect, he guaranteed that she would feel better after a while.
Seeing that he looked sincere, Wen Qianning agreed.
Unexpectedly, during the massage... Ji Hanlin discovered it and misunderstood what was going on between the two of them.
The subsequent developments were completely out of control. The unpleasant situation with Ji Hanlin hurt him not only psychologically but also physically.
But it was just like what was written in the novel, I succeeded in scumbing the male protagonist...
Just as he was thinking this, the system's voice immediately came into Wen Qianning's mind:
[Ding Dong, the node task has been completed.]
...Now, she just felt so tired and wanted to just lie down on the bed and die.
"You don't need to know." Wen Qianning came back to her senses, feeling a little tired. She didn't want to explain anything to Ji Ziming, so she turned around and stopped looking at him. "Go away."
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