Ming Yuehui, who had been holding the sword hilt the whole time, quickly drew it out with a clang.
"Since you won't cooperate obediently, I'll have no choice but to use force."
Fighting and killing, who's afraid of who!
Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and shouted, "Help! There's an assassin!"
“You…” Ming Yuehui was shocked that Ji Xiaoxiao was so despicable and shameless. In his panic, his mind went blank and he couldn’t think of any words to accuse or criticize her.
The guards of Yin Hun Mountain possessed keen eyesight and hearing, and Ji Xiaoxiao's thunderous roar easily alerted them. The guards moved with lightning speed, arriving in the courtyard where Ji Xiaoxiao resided in no time.
Inside the room, the sounds of clattering bells and the clatter of fighting were incessant.
With a "bang," the two doors flew off in pieces.
Without the obstruction of doors, the guards saw Ji Xiaoxiao and a familiar-looking man.
"Young Master."
"Stop shouting, take him down."
Ji Xiaoxiao gave an order to the guards and withdrew from the battle, leaving the guards to continue their duties.
The guards swarmed forward, outnumbering the enemy, and Mingyuehui was captured.
Looking at Mingyuehui, who had completely lost his composure and whose eyes were blazing with anger, Ji Xiaoxiao waved her hand indifferently, "Imprison him in the Avici Hell."
"Yes, young master."
The guards led Mingyuehui downstairs. Ji Xiaoxiao stood in the courtyard, looking at the dilapidated room, her heart aching beyond measure. It was simply not worth sacrificing a room for a scumbag.
There's no turning back now that the arrow has been released. Ji Xiaoxiao sighed for a while, then found a room to sleep in.
Early the next morning, Sikong sent someone to invite Ji Xiaoxiao to the Divine Palace for a chat.
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't like staying in the tomb, so she dragged her feet as much as possible before finally rushing to the Divine Palace, looking back every few steps.
"Father."
In the lotus pond at the center of the shrine, Situ was embracing Kagura, their love blossoming.
Sikong didn't even look at Ji Xiaoxiao, and simply hummed in agreement.
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't know why Sikong had summoned her, nor did she know how to deal with a wife-obsessed maniac. She stood still, eyes downcast and mindless.
Time passed second by second, and Ji Xiaoxiao's ears twitched as she heard the sound of water.
"I received news that you captured Ming Yuehui, the eldest disciple of Yue Ran, the leader of the Haotian Sect, last night. Is this true?" Sikong asked calmly.
Ji Xiaoxiao replied, "Yes, Ming Yuehui is now imprisoned in the Avici Hell."
Sikong stood up, his white undergarment soaked through by the pool water, revealing his fair, smooth skin. Because the undergarment clung tightly to his body, every bulge and fullness was clearly visible. Ji Xiaoxiao stole a glance and couldn't help but marvel at the original owner's mother's "luck and good fortune."
"What is the purpose of Mingyuehui's infiltration into my Yinhun Mountain?"
Sikong asked one question after another, and Ji Xiaoxiao answered them in an orderly manner.
"Their goal is the same as Zhao Yu's: to obtain the Soul-Returning Pill."
Situ sneered a few times, and the aura of a great enlightened being suppressed Ji Xiaoxiao, causing her rebellious nature to flourish.
Be strong when facing strong opponents, and carry people when facing weak ones – this is Ji Xiaoxiao's philosophy.
Ji Xiaoxiao straightened her back and stared intently at Sikong.
Let the storm rage on!
Sikong had no malicious pleasure in bullying his daughter or taking amusement in making her look foolish. He cleared his throat and calmly withdrew his oppressive aura.
"The Rejuvenation Pill. With Yue Ran's injuries, without the Rejuvenation Pill, he will surely die within a hundred years. It seems he's panicked and has lost his composure. Doesn't he realize that Yin Hun Mountain is not his Haotian Sect, where some cat or dog can come and go as they please?"
It is common for people on both the righteous and demonic paths to look down on each other.
For someone aspiring to become a great demon to so fervently admire righteous people is a clear sign of madness. Ji Xiaoxiao is perfectly healthy, so there's no need to worry.
"Father is absolutely right. So, what should be done with Mingyuehui?"
Situ waved his hand, "Do as you please."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't let the tiger return to the mountain."
Ji Xiaoxiao agreed and happily left the Divine Palace, heading straight for the Avici Hell.
"Junior brother, junior brother, are you alright?"
Ming Yuehui's cellmate in the cell next to his happened to be his junior brother, Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu lay on the ground with lifeless eyes, his purplish-blue body covered with hickeys and teeth marks, wounds of varying depths mixed with red and white, and a foul, fishy smell permeated the surroundings.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Once Mingyuehui's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the Avici Hell, and he vaguely made out Zhao Yu's condition, he was so shocked he almost dropped his jaw. How could his elegant and distinguished junior brother look so much like someone from a brothel?
Ming Yuehui was stunned for a moment, then called out to Zhao Yu loudly, trying to awaken Zhao Yu's senses.
Zhao Yu's eyes bulged out, his black and white pupils showing no sadness or joy, only weariness.
Ming Yuehui shouted until her throat was hoarse, but Zhao Yu still didn't give her any response.
"Young Master, please come in."
Mingyuehui looked in the direction of the sound and saw the graceful and charming Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao's face was smiling, but the smile was sinister and frightening.
"Shenyin, what did you do to my junior brother?" Mingyuehui asked through gritted teeth.
Ji Xiaoxiao shrugged and pointed to the cell opposite him, saying, "You're wronged. If you want to know about your junior brother, you should ask him."
Mingyuehui's roommate across from her was a shifty-eyed, slovenly old man.
"Old man Gui'an, please tell our young hero Mingyuehui a detailed account of Zhao Yu's situation."
The young master of Yinhun Mountain had spoken, and Old Man Gui'an had no reason to refuse.
Every word, clear and distinct, deeply affected Mingyuehui.
"Stop talking!" Ming Yuehui shouted, covering her ears.
"If you can't handle this, I've prepared a big gift for you."
Ji Xiaoxiao's smile carried a chill, like a biting wind blowing in the dead of winter.
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