Chapter 63: A strange dream, lying drunk on the lap of a beauty
The candlelight was dim and the air was chilly.
Yue Ji slowly opened his eyes and saw a cushion with his knees kneeling on it.
His whole body was cold and stiff, unable to move. He looked up and saw countless tablets stacked up in front of him, surrounded by countless pale human figures.
Where is the master?
He opened his eyes and suddenly became clear-minded.
"Who is causing this trouble?" he asked in a stern voice. He tried to mobilize his spiritual power, but was shocked to find that his meridians were empty.
The figures stared at him grimly. Suddenly, there was a "swish" sound and the red candle in front of them suddenly lit up.
A slightly hunched figure suddenly appeared, just a few steps away from him, standing with his hands behind his back. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman just by looking at the outline.
The old man looked down at him and said, "You want to run away, kid?"
The moment he appeared, invisible pressure pressed down on Yue Ji like a mountain. Yue Ji felt an instinctive fear in his bones. His pupils shrank slightly, and a faint shadow unconsciously appeared in the red lines under his eyes.
"Who are you? Tell me your name!"
His throat tightened and his knuckles turned white.
——This was definitely not the kind of pressure that could be brought about by cultivation. Even Master Wen had never given him such a terrifying pressure.
The old man took a half step forward and sneered, "Is this how polite you are, kid?"
This half step forward brought even greater pressure than before, as if a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on the heart, making it difficult for the person to breathe. He lowered his head involuntarily, and then lowered his shoulders until his neck was exposed to be slaughtered.
However, Yue Ji was not willing to bow down to a strange old man. A golden light immediately flashed in his eyes, and a faint black aura appeared around his body.
"As expected...dirty blood..."
"This is outrageous... Is this uncontrollable? It would be better to get rid of it..."
"There is no style of Erzu at all..."
Everything seemed like a nightmare from that early morning a few days ago. The whispers lingered in his ears. He vaguely grasped a few words, but before he could think about it, the old man said solemnly, "Impolite boy, do you know where you are?"
He seemed to be angry, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, Yue Ji's blood began to boil uncontrollably.
A fishy and sweet taste rose up in his throat and he could no longer maintain his appearance.
The color of the kneeling young man suddenly faded away, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a black shadow, faceless and shapeless. At first glance, except for the color, he seemed to be the same as the pale human figures around him.
However, this actually helped him break free from the shackles. The black shadow suddenly rose up, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the old man's vitals.
The old man calmly raised his hand to block it, but he didn't know that he was falling into a trap - the black shadow was making a feint to the east and attacking in the west just to take advantage of this open door.
He endured the terrifying pressure, and the long sword in his hand glowed with golden light, about to sink into the old man's stomach.
The aim is off balance.
Before the force could be relieved, the black shadow stumbled forward and almost fell onto the numerous tablets.
He turned around suddenly and was slapped hard on the head by the old man.
“Boom!”
His head slammed hard against the table, making a dull sound that caused phantom pain.
"You have such a petty trick, and you dare to show off your skills in front of my master?" the old man sneered.
Yue Ji covered his forehead which was hurt by the collision. Could it be that this seemingly unreal movement of his body could only be... No, how could it be possible!
A certain guess emerged in his mind, and he was terrified. When he heard the old man's self-introduction, he raised his head in disbelief.
He was in doubt and said: "Senior... is he also from the Mirage Clan?!"
Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the forehead again.
"No rules." The old man said coldly: "Boy, you should call me - Ancestor."
"You may be angry, but don't hurt him," a figure floated over and said faintly, "I think this kid is not very smart. If his brain is broken, he will be useless."
The old man flicked his sleeves and snorted, "It was never going to be any good anyway."
Figures gathered around him, and although they were chilling, they did not show any murderous intent. Yue Ji was shocked, yet had to believe it - the room was full of people from the same clan!
He rubbed his forehead and called out doubtfully: "...Ancestor?"
The old man's face calmed down a little, and just as he straightened his chest, he heard Yue Ji anxiously ask: "Excuse me, ancestor, where am I? Where is my master? Is he safe?"
"Who allowed you to stand up?" The old man's expression changed immediately, his voice became deeper again, and he scolded: "Kneel down!"
Yue Ji retreated back to the mat as he was told, but he still kept his back straight and did not do as he was told.
"You want to ask your master? Well, then tell me about your sins first."
The old ancestor waved his hand unexpectedly, not allowing him to ask any more questions. The pressure reappeared, forcing him to kneel on one knee.
"How dare you, with such filthy blood, enter this secret realm without permission? If I hadn't felt the aura of blood for a thousand years, how could I allow an evil creature like you to defile the ancestral hall? Tell me, who are your parents? How dare you pollute the blood of my Mirage Clan with demonic energy!"
Yue Ji's lips were stretched into a straight line and tightly pursed. After transforming back into human form, he lowered his head and said nothing.
Figures were floating around, and they were talking in low voices as if no one was around: "The demons must be despicable and can't stand seeing our race transcend the heavens and earth, being so pure and clean, otherwise how could our bloodline be like this after a thousand years?"
"It's fine if your bloodline is impure, but you are so insignificant, yet you are showing off in front of the ancestor. Is the level of the outside world so low now?"
It didn't look like an ancestral hall, but more like a trial by three judges, criticizing Yue Ji for nothing.
"Alright, silence!" The old ancestor shouted to stop the other voices. His face was cold and hard as he questioned Yue Ji, "You evil creature! Do you know that since you entered the secret realm, every word and action of yours has been in my sight? You still dare to ask your master, I want to ask you, is this how the demons taught you to violate human ethics and betray your master and ancestors?!"
Yue Ji's body stiffened slightly, but his tone was calm and calm: "Then the ancestor should be able to see that I like Master, what's wrong with that?"
"……you!"
The old ancestor said angrily: "You have thrown away all ethics and moral principles, and you are shameless and proud of it?"
"The junior did nothing wrong." Yue Ji trembled all over under the pressure. He suppressed the surging blood and qi, and his eyes were shining with golden light: "Master is very good, upright and kind, and he sympathizes with the poor and the weak. Why should I be ashamed if I like him?"
The old man didn't expect him to dare to talk back, and was so angry that he pointed his finger at him and angrily said: "You have no ambition, and your mind is full of love. If all the Mirage Clan are like you, I think it's better for them to die!"
"Ancestor, calm down," the figure next to him advised, "This kid's mind may have been poisoned by the demons, or maybe his master has bewitched people..."
Hearing the second half of the sentence, Yue Ji raised his head abruptly: "It is not your turn to judge my master."
His tone suddenly turned cold, his eyes sharp, completely different from his resigned attitude just now: "Since you are monitoring me day and night, you must be able to see clearly that I was the one who insisted on pressing Master step by step... Why did you slander Master for seducing me? You are confusing right and wrong like this, how is it different from the demons?"
His eyes were fixed on the shadow of the old man in front of him, clearly intending to provoke him.
"You dare to act and take responsibility. You are quite brave." The old man laughed in anger and said, "It's a pity that your master is indulging in the dream of lying on the lap of a beautiful woman. How could he take your infatuation to heart?"
Yue Ji sneered: "Master will not be fooled by such tricks."
"Then I'll let you see it with your own eyes!"
The old man pointed his finger, and white mist rose in front of the tablet, quickly forming a water mirror.
The mirror-like surface rippled a little, and suddenly a figure in blue appeared.
…
Crash!
The curtain of water poured down like a rainstorm.
Qi Qing fell heavily on the carpet, feeling dizzy from the fishy smell of the lake water. His long hair was soaked and stuck to his neck, his clothes were soaked, and he looked extremely miserable.
"Pooh, pooh, pooh!"
He shook off the water droplets on his hair, rubbed his waist which had almost fallen, and stood up.
He almost fell on his face. This secret realm was really unfriendly to him in every way.
A quarter of an hour ago, he and Yue Ji stepped into the passage leading to the water, but after taking a few steps, something unexpected happened in the passage.
The lake water rushed into the passage like a raging sea. He heard the screams of others. Not to mention Yue Ji, he couldn't even catch the tip of the black snake's tail and was swept away to an unknown place.
He looked around. This sudden rush brought him into a gorgeous bedroom for no apparent reason. The room was silent and empty, with a faint scent of sandalwood wafting around his nose.
Qi Qing immediately turned on the live broadcast to give himself courage, but after clicking for a long time, there was no trace of the live broadcast interface.
"System? System?" he shouted in a low voice.
The only response he got was still silence.
It’s over. Could it be that he broke it from falling around?
He is not a bad person, but the system is too fragile.
Just as he was secretly complaining, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Master, are you awake?"
Qi Qing shuddered all over, and saw a maid suddenly appear from behind the screen. She took off the gorgeous outer robe on Mu Shi, walked over and draped it over his shoulders, and said in a voice as sweet as a nightingale: "My lord is finally awake. The leader of the Yunxiao Sect has come to apologize for his disciples, saying that they have offended many people in the secret realm. He is willing to offer 20,000 spirit stones, a hundred bottles of various elixirs, and ten thousand-year-old soul-devouring grasses..."
He was completely confused when another maid appeared from behind the screen and said, "The head of Yuqing Sect was refused an audience yesterday by the Lord. He is kneeling at the gate of Tiandu Sect to reflect on his actions. Does the Lord want to summon him?"
Qi Qing was shocked.
What was going on? Was this the fantasy of a cultivator from a small sect being bullied by a disciple from a famous and large sect?
Two maids supported him without any explanation. For some reason, he did not have the strength to resist and was brought to a hall in a daze.
The hall is paved with white jade and decorated with shark gauze. A light and elegant fragrance lingers around, creating an understated luxury.
Dozens of people had been waiting in the hall long ago. When they saw him coming, they all knelt on one knee and said, "Greetings, Master Qi!"
Qi Qing: “…”
When did he secretly ascend the throne? Wasn't he just trying to sneak across to the island in the middle of the lake?
Even if I was dreaming, it seemed too leisurely at such an emergency moment!
Qi Qing complained madly in his heart, but his body walked uncontrollably towards the only throne in the hall.
"Please stand up, everyone."
He finally squeezed the first words out of his throat.
The people below looked up when they heard the words, and the hall suddenly became brighter.
Wow, the hall is full of handsome men and beautiful women. The row of fairies in white on the left are graceful and elegant, and Miao Zheng is the leader; the row of immortal kings on the right have sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and are extremely handsome.
Miao Zheng stepped out of the line and said in a soft female voice, "Sir, the Lord of Liucheng City sent a letter, begging you to serve as a judge for the alchemy competition."
"Judge? Me?" Qi Qing said in disbelief, "How can I be so worthy?"
Miao Zheng frowned slightly, "My Lord, why do you underestimate yourself? You are a rare genius alchemist who has won the purple-level token before you are a hundred years old. They are lucky to have your guidance."
The Immortal Lord on the right also stepped forward and bowed, saying with a smile: "If you find it boring, Xuantian Pavilion has specially prepared a small gift for you to enjoy."
He clapped his hands, and eight stunning beauties came in one after another, some covering their faces with small fans, some holding their heads high with swords, and some holding flutes with affection.
——It would be better if they weren’t all men.
"Greetings, sir—"
Everyone called out in unison, and the white-clothed swordsman at the front had features that were 70% similar to Yue Ji.
“…”
Qi Qing fell silent again.
He took a deep breath and waved his hands: "Wait, you got the wrong person!"
——This should clearly be Long Aotian’s script!
He was so good that he actually got all these for himself in a dream. Could it be that he really envied Yue Ji so much in his heart?
Qi Qing stood up and wanted to find his own apprentice, but unexpectedly several beauties rushed over and went straight into his arms: "Sir... I have admired you for a long time, sir, please look at me..."
"Don't come over here!"
Qi Qing dodged in a panic, but was forced into a corner. He finally pushed them away, shouting angrily: "How dare you! Get out of here!"
The beauties were driven away and looked at him with tears in their eyes.
Miao Zheng said coldly: "These people offended the adults and should be severely punished and dragged away."
The maid, who had been as quiet as death just now, woke up as if from a dream. She stepped forward and patted Qi Qing's shoulders: "Sir, calm down. This is the glass fruit tributed by Liucheng. Would you like to try it?"
The sweet aroma made Qi Qing dizzy: "I don't want to eat it, all of you go away."
The dream started to feel strange.
The maids insisted on persuading him to eat it no matter what. The fairies and immortals fanned the flames and added fuel to the fire. Countless hands climbed up and wrapped around his body, soft and slippery, like some kind of boneless mollusk...
Qi Qing's alarm bells rang, the ice sword was one step ahead of his consciousness.
The sword flashed, and the beauty and the fragrant breeze were instantly destroyed. The hall also turned into dust and collapsed with a loud bang.
The sky and the earth were gray, as if chaos had just begun.
He was actually in a burial ground, with him as the center, and gray-white stone tablets standing around, more than what was seen on the island in the middle of the lake. Dense shellfish dried up on the ground, like the remains of the tide receding.
"...A rosy skeleton." Cold sweat broke out on Qi Qing's back.
The young man looked around and after confirming that it was temporarily safe, he shouted: "Yue Ji! Yue Ji——"
A faint crying sound was heard behind me.
Qi Qing's whole body stiffened and his voice stopped abruptly.
He took a few deep breaths before turning his head with a stiff neck, tightly gripping the ice sword in his hand, fearing that he would be killed by the ghost.
Then, the forest of steles behind him turned into interlaced bamboo shadows, behind which squatted a little child.
Qi Qing frowned slightly, carefully walked around the bamboo forest and came to the child.
The crying stopped immediately.
The child raised his head, revealing a familiar face that he had not seen for a long time.
…
"No defense at all." The old man shook his head and said, "In the world of cultivation, people with good hearts don't live long."
Yue Ji remained silent, staring at the figure in the water mirror.
——The crying child turned around and saw his own childhood face.
"Want to use me to threaten Master?" Yue Ji's face changed slightly and his voice was cold.
The old man sneered, "If he is avoiding you, he will not take the bait."
"Master, there is no way I would..."
Before he could finish his words, the situation in the water mirror suddenly changed.
After seeing the child's face clearly, Qi Qing was obviously stunned, then turned around and left without hesitation!
Yue Ji's words froze on his lips.
"How is it?" The old man clapped his hands and laughed, "It seems that your master doesn't care about you that much, kid!"
Yue Ji stared blankly at the young man's leaving figure, and his heart slowly sank.
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