A crisis of trust between the male and female protagonists breaks out!
An anxious and angry voice rang out: "Have you ever eaten fennel, mortal?"
Wei Yan's left hand was twirling his hair without rhythm, and his right hand was holding the teacup lid, which made a chaotic "bang bang" sound from time to time.
Wei Yan spent a fortune in the mortal world to buy Yin Yuelin, interfered with the mortal fate of Ruichen Immortal Lord, and abused his magic power. All these things were known to the leader of the immortal clan, but the one who informed her of this was her father, the master of the Temple of Desolation, a general of the immortal clan who was more powerful than the master.
If Wei Yan could find the escaped fennel essence in the mortal world, the leader of the immortal clan would forgive all these things and let her take advantage of the loophole in the heavenly rules.
But Wei Yan didn't even know what fennel was, let alone find fennel essence. To her, those things were just thrown to the lowly demons to eat.
Chu Caiwu felt as if she had been poured with cold water, her throat was extremely hard to swallow. Her species was not a peony, nor a peony. She was neither beautiful nor highly cultivated. She was mediocre to the extreme. What delicious food was there? Wherever she went, people would ask her if she wanted to eat fennel...
Chu Caiwu's heart tightened, wondering if his identity had been revealed. He changed the subject and said, "The Southeast Minister has a lot of fennel. Can I ask the servant to bring you a plate?"
Wei Yan said without hesitation: "Then let me see the next plate."
Taking advantage of the conversation, Chu Caiwu hurried out of the room, pretending to look for the servant, but actually going to look for Yin Zhuo.
Yin Zhuo is not only Chu Caiwu's food coupons, but also her only lifeline.
She didn't know whether Yin Zhuo could save her, but this was the truth: if Chu Caiwu's identity was discovered by Wei Yan, Yin Zhuo would not be able to escape the charge of harboring her, as they were both tied to the same rope.
Chu Caiwu grabbed the hem of her skirt, rolled it into the shape of pants, and rushed downstairs.
Chu Caiwu noticed someone was staring at the back of her head. She turned around and saw Yin Zhuo standing in the middle of the stairs. Chu Caiwu had been running so fast and so focused that she passed by Yin Zhuo without even realizing it.
Yin Zhuo conjured a teacup in his hand and waved, "Why are you so anxious? Are you hungry?"
Chu Caiwu clutched her skirt again and ran towards Yin Zhuo. She quickly covered Yin Zhuo's lips, made a silent gesture, and whispered, "I suspect our identities have been exposed."
Yin Zhuo's body stiffened when he heard this. He, a demon official, was actually of immortal bloodline. This secret... was exposed?
Yin Zhuo coughed lightly and pretended to be calm: "What do you mean by exposed?"
Chu Caiwu leaned close to Yin Zhuo's ear and said, "Wei Yan was waiting for me in our room just now. He asked me if I had ever eaten fennel. I said the Prime Minister had a lot of fennel and asked the servant to bring her a plate, and then I ran out."
Yin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his fists. Could it be that the leader of the Immortal Clan had already discovered Chu Caiwu's whereabouts? Yin Zhuo had not yet figured out Chu Caiwu's physique, and Chu Caiwu knew about his immortal power. He did not want to silence Chu Caiwu, let alone hand him over to the leader of the Immortal Clan.
Yin Zhuo gently pulled Chu Caiwu's wrist, and the two of them went to find a servant to serve a plate of the popular fennel beans, and also ordered a plate of boiled fennel.
The fennel beans were served very quickly. The two of them walked in front of the stairs, and the servant followed behind them.
The servant kept praising them, saying, "You two are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman!"
Chu Caiwu had no interest in listening to such flattery. She was not extremely beautiful, and it was good enough that she could be called a little beauty.
At this time, she only wanted to avoid being caught by the leader of the immortal clan and having her blood drawn, and wanted to be a fennel spirit that was free and could travel around the human world.
As soon as the two stepped into the room, they saw Wei Yan pacing back and forth on the floor. Wei Yan said anxiously: "Hurry up and sit down. I have something important to tell you."
Wei Yan couldn't reveal his immortal identity, so he had to fabricate a story: "My father is a great master of the immortal sword sect on earth. I used my mount to bring you from Dingbei Town to the small kingdom in the southeast, which violated the laws of heaven."
Chu Caiwu found it inexplicably funny, but she couldn't laugh. She bit her lip and looked at Yin Zhuo in confusion.
When Chu Caiwu escaped from the immortal clan, he ran into the arrogant and domineering fairy from the Desolate Temple. Wasn't that Wei Yan? Unexpectedly, the arrogant fairy was also good at making up stories. She must have honed this skill through frequent arguments with Siming.
Wei Yan stared at the silent two and continued to explain angrily, "My father is truly a powerful immortal! Why don't you believe it?"
Chu Caiwu and Yin Zhuo nodded in unison and said in unison: "Believe it, believe it!"
The servant serving fennel beans was stunned when he heard this. He approached Chu Caiwu and whispered, "Are you bringing this young lady to the Prime Minister's office to seek medical treatment? I can't say whether the treatment will be effective, but our storyteller tomorrow is well-informed about the immortals and strange arts. Maybe he can find someone to cure this child's brain..."
Wei Yan jumped up from the table and asked without caring about his dignity: "Will there be news from the immortals tomorrow? Are you sure it's true?"
Chu Caiwu echoed: "Spiritual, spiritual, of course it works."
Seeing Wei Yan's excited reaction, Chu Caiwu felt relieved. It seemed that he had not discovered Chu Caiwu's identity and did not know that she was the fennel spirit.
Wei Yan then waved his hand contemptuously, and the servant slipped out.
Wei Yan said calmly, "You must take Rui..." Wei Yan paused, then changed his words and said, "Take Xiaojiu back to Dingbei Town."
Chu Caiwu was naturally happy to take Xiaojiu away, as it would help him become a demon on the way. He nodded and agreed: "Of course."
Yin Zhuo noticed something strange about Wei Yan. Normally, she wouldn't agree to take Xiao Jiu away. This time, something must have happened to the Immortal Clan. He asked tentatively, "What about you? Miss, do you also want to go to the bitter cold land?"
Wei Yan raised his head and lowered his eyes. "I... wait until I catch the fennel essence, then I'll go to Dingbei Town to find you. Tomorrow, the storyteller who connects with the immortals might have some news about the fennel essence."
Chu Caiwu and Yin Zhuo looked at each other again. Chu Caiwu felt very excited in her heart. Her fennel essence was already clearly placed in front of Wei Yan.
Wei Yan was extremely anxious. He stared at the two men's calm expressions and said angrily: "What are you thinking?"
Chu Caiwu's whole body went cold and his breathing became unstable.
It was a relief that Wei Yan didn't recognize her at first.
But, with my reaction just now, did I expose myself in front of Wei Yan...
Chu Caiwu's waist was suddenly covered by a chill. She was hugged in Yin Zhuo's arms. Yin Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "My wife, please don't sleep tonight, okay?"
Wei Yan rolled her eyes and said with a sigh, "What a mortal with a head full of evil. So disgusting." She suddenly stood up and walked out the door, slammed it shut, went back to the next room, and left.
Chu Caiwu felt an unbearable chill and itch at his waist, but he feigned composure and muttered, "Grain coupons are really clever."
Yin Zhuo lowered his hand from his waist, placed his lips on Chu Caiwu's cheek, and whispered, "If you want to perform a play, you have to do it in its entirety. We must stay and listen to the storytelling show tomorrow."
Chu Caiwu lingered outside, putting some distance between herself and Yin Zhuo, and whispered, "She's already catching fennel essence. Wouldn't it be a death sentence for me to stay here? I don't want to stay in Xiangguo. I want to take Xiaojiu back to Dingbei Town."
Yin Zhuo picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "Why did you take Xiaojiu away?"
Chu Caiwu blurted out, "I'm his mother." She felt a little deflated, feeling guilty. Only then did she realize that Xiaojiu was the Immortal Lord Ruichen, and had nothing to do with her in the immortal world. In the human world, he had no blood relationship with her either.
What made Chu Caiwu regret was that she had just said that she wanted to take Xiaojiu away, which seemed to hinder Yin Zhuo's mission - they came here to bring Xiaojiu into the devil's world.
Chu Caiwu said the wrong thing and shuddered. She was a little uncomfortable with the sudden drop to freezing temperature and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean to offend you, Master Demon Official."
Yin Zhuo remained silent and ignored Chu Caiwu. He tried to form seals with his hands, but the two spiritual powers could not merge.
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. No matter how he squeezed the void in the middle, there seemed to be a layer of opposing barrier, driving the spiritual power on his left and right arms in opposite directions.
Yin Zhuo was a product of going against the will of heaven. He violated the laws of nature and had both immortal and demonic powers in his body. His condition was unstable at the moment and he couldn't conjure up a pair of paper figures and perform a show with soft music for Wei Yan next door to see.
Chu Caiwu stared at Yin Zhuo's pale face and moved back step by step. The only thing she was thankful for now was that Yin Zhuo was so weak from eating all the food coupons she had, that he couldn't even use magic.
Chu Caiwu looked around at the doors and windows. She knew she had said the wrong thing, but it seemed that her crime was not serious enough to be silenced by Yin Zhuo. For safety reasons, Chu Caiwu still retreated unconsciously, trying to escape tonight.
Yin Zhuo lowered his hands and used a beam of white transparent immortal power to wipe away the cold sweat beads sliding down his forehead. He glanced at Chu Caiwu who was fleeing in panic. Yin Zhuo felt helpless. He didn't want to kill Chu Caiwu at all.
Chu Caiwu retreated to the corner and looked back at Yin Zhuo. There seemed to be some color on Yin Zhuo's face. Chu Caiwu felt a little satisfied. Maybe Yin Zhuo's face turned red because he was weak and couldn't use his killing move.
Chu Caiwu was lost in thought, and as he stared, he noticed that Yin Zhuo had transformed into a Yin-Yang Bagua diagram, with the black and white sides separated and each turned into a small paper man and a female. The pair of paper men let out coquettish sighs of confusion and love from time to time.
Yin Zhuo said helplessly: "I'm not going to kill you, why are you hiding?"
Chu Caiwu's whole body trembled, as if he was struck by lightning on the top of his head, and his heart was split in two. His thoughts were completely seen through.
Chu Caiwu said hypocritically: "I don't think you want to kill me."
Yin Zhuo stopped glancing at Chu Caiwu and turned his gaze to the pair of paper figures in a state of confusion and love. He explained, "The voices of these paper figures are a show for Wei Yan to hear. After all, she has to stay and listen to the news tomorrow, and we can't let her get suspicious."
Chu Caiwu kept nodding frantically, listening in one ear and not listening in the other. She didn't want to listen to Yin Zhuo's explanation. Maybe Yin Zhuo was too weak to use his killing move, and Yin Zhuo wanted to commit the crime in the middle of the night in order to confuse her vigilance.
Chu Caiwu shook her head again in her heart. She could not beat Yin Zhuo no matter what. Perhaps Yin Zhuo would not go to such great lengths for this.
However, no matter what, Chu Caiwu must not stay here any longer. She couldn't wait until tomorrow to listen to the storytelling with Wei Yan.
What if Wei Yan really discovered that she was the fennel spirit, and then captured her and brought her back to the immortal clan and thrown her to the immortal clan leader? Chu Caiwu didn't want to curl up in a small dark room, with endless blood-sucking wounds on her body every day, living a life worse than death.
Chu Caiwu had a single thought in his mind: run, only run.
I must hide this from everyone tonight, including Yin Zhuo.
Even though Chu Caiwu's magic power is low and he even starves to death, he must run away.
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