Chapter 12 When death is imminent, what's the point of playing the sentimental card...
Sheng Zhiyi read the system task two or three times, and finally her gaze fell on the four words "gentle and considerate".
The task description wasn't written casually. The previous task required close contact, but even holding hands and hugging were not allowed. In the end, when she covered her mouth, her fingers touched Ji Fuguang's lips, and the task was barely completed.
The mission now specifically mentions the phrase "gentle and considerate"...
That must conform to the system description for it to be considered complete!
Sheng Zhiyi frowned, her beautiful face showing both confusion and bewilderment.
She was happy to follow the system's requirements, but what exactly does "gentle and considerate" mean?
When will this system be able to explain its various definitions?
After pondering for a while, Sheng Zhiyi slowly raised her head, lifted her eyelids from bottom to top, looked up at Ji Fuguang, made an expectant gesture, and whispered in a high-pitched voice:
"Senior brother, shall I tidy it up for you again?"
As she spoke, she gently raised her arm, curled her fingers, and lightly placed them on Ji Fuguang's chest, slowly overlapping the two already neat pieces of his clothes again.
"Junior Sister... are you feeling unwell?"
Ji Fuguang asked in a calm and deliberate tone.
Sheng Zhiyi withdrew her hand, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
She was bound by the spirit-binding rope, her feet moving swiftly, yet her upper body appeared delicate and frail, like a flower reflected in water, making her look extremely awkward and strange.
Ji Fuguang only asked her if she was feeling unwell, which was already giving her plenty of face.
"Haha, senior brother, I was just feeling a little melancholy for a moment, but I'm much better now."
Sheng Zhiyi chuckled twice and waited quietly for the system notification.
However, the countdown numbers were still ticking, and the system task showed no signs of being completed.
What exactly do you want from me? Just give me a straight answer!
Sheng Zhiyi felt like a pitiful beast being manipulated by the system.
Not only did she chase after the system to complete the tasks, but she also humbly begged if the tasks could be described in more detail so that she could complete them better.
However, a system is a system.
Aloof, low-key, forever silent, never giving any response.
...The feeling of being manipulated is even stronger now.
"Melancholy..." Ji Fuguang smiled faintly. "Indeed, in this situation, it is indeed something to be melancholy about."
Sheng Zhiyi's attention was completely absorbed in the ineffective communication with the system. Only after hearing Ji Fuguang's words did she turn to look around.
This is an open space in the secret realm. Looking around, there is nothing but weeds on the ground.
The woman in the pink dress stopped in mid-air, her hands forming a hand seal.
As she continued to make complex and indescribable hand gestures, a semi-transparent barrier suddenly appeared on the open ground in front of her.
The barrier's surface shimmered with iridescent light, occasionally flashing a pale pink glow, yet it appeared exceptionally resilient, with various runes appearing and disappearing intermittently.
The woman in the pink dress poured her spiritual power into it, and the barrier opened automatically.
She landed from the air and stepped into it. The Spirit-Binding Rope followed her movements, carrying Sheng Zhiyi and Ji Fuguang forward.
As soon as she entered, Sheng Zhiyi opened her eyes wide in surprise.
The hillsides are covered with enormous, dazzling peonies, clustered together, each with twelve leaves arranged in an orderly fashion. The branches and leaves are emerald green like glass, the red petals are newly cut, and the delicate golden stamens stand tall and pure white.
Its fragrance is delicate and its color pale, its beauty exquisite and magnificent, the wind stirs the branches that have stood for millennia.
Amidst the clusters of flowers, one can see rows of buildings in the distance, their green roofs and golden tops adding to their magnificence.
In an instant, Sheng Zhiyi understood why the little flower fairy called herself "Phoenix Feather Clan". Originally, she was surprised, thinking that Phoenix Feather, as the name suggests, was related to birds. Now she understood that Phoenix Feather is a type of peony, and its full name is "Phoenix Feather Falling into the Golden Pool". It seems that this is the most abundant type in the secret realm, and they gather in groups.
As they were pondering, they saw the Spirit-Binding Rope pulling them further and further away. The surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate, and even the flower branches swaying in the wind were almost gone.
"Sister, where are you taking us?"
Sheng Zhiyi's heart tightened, and she quickly asked.
Seeing that the woman in the pink dress was in her early twenties, she figured she must be older than her, so she addressed her as "sister," as it's never wrong to be polite.
"Who's your sister! Don't try to claim kinship with me!"
The woman in the pink dress showed no respect and immediately rejected Sheng Zhiyi's form of address. She turned to look at the two of them and suddenly let out a cold laugh:
"Want to know where we're going? I might as well tell you. Today I'll throw you into the clan's prison, and tomorrow I'll cut off your heads, turn them into fertilizer, and bury them under the peonies you just looked at, so they can quickly take human form."
Sheng Zhiyi opened her eyes wide and subconsciously touched her neck.
One time, a monster in Biying Valley wants to cut it down, and another time, the Phoenix Feather Clan in the secret realm wants to make fertilizer.
Why is it so difficult for her head to stay peacefully on her neck?!
"Sister, you must have misunderstood what happened between us and the little flower fairy. We didn't mean it!"
Sheng Zhiyi tried to explain repeatedly, attempting to salvage the situation.
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding could there be? We've already checked the Illusion Stone on Yin Yin after she returned to her clan. You two forced her to lead the way, which was bad enough. But after leading the way, you even tried to kill her to silence her! If she hadn't been lucky, she would have died at the entrance to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!"
The woman in the pink dress grew angrier as she spoke, and with a flick of her fingers, the Binding Rope pulled the two of them forward.
The Phantom Stone can record everything that happens around the holder. Upon hearing that the Phoenix Feather Clan had already examined the situation, Sheng Zhiyi was speechless and didn't know how to explain.
After turning the corner, several prison cells came into view.
Sheng Zhiyi immediately recognized it as a building similar to a demon-suppressing tower, with one room per person. Once inside, spiritual energy surged, like sharp blades cutting into one's entire body, causing continuous bleeding, but not fatal wounds, only repeated torment.
They're really treating them like evil spirits!
This life is even more bitter than a bitter gourd!
"Senior Brother!" Before they separated, Sheng Zhiyi stuffed the medicine from her storage bag into Ji Fuguang's arms. The original owner of this body had many wounds, so she had exchanged for medicinal powder beforehand in case of emergency. She didn't expect to need it now. "Take this medicine powder. Don't act rashly yet. We still need to wait for 'Zhaoyexue' to merge with your soul!"
A cultivator typically possesses only one natal weapon in their lifetime, and if the fusion with their natal weapon fails, it is almost impossible to obtain another one.
Now that they have gone through crises such as forcibly opening the secret room, forcing "Zhao Yexue" to recognize her as its master, and escaping the pursuit of the demonic wolf, Sheng Zhiyi really doesn't want Ji Fuguang to use his spiritual power at this moment and fail at the last minute.
This good-for-nothing girl, by some twist of fate, temporarily formed a bond with the divine race's "Amazing Feather." If Ji Fuguang is unable to fuse with his natal weapon, this would be a complete reversal of the natural order!
There's still one day left; maybe something will turn out differently!
Ji Fuguang is the male protagonist of the original book, and he is supposed to save humanity in the future. How can he perish here!
She forced a smile at Ji Fuguang, "Senior brother, there's always a way out. You don't need to worry about anything else for now. Perhaps you can focus on your integration in prison, and maybe that's our chance."
Ji Fuguang gave her a deep look, his gaze falling on the celadon medicine bottle in his arms.
It's a heavy bottle, quite substantial.
Before the two could say anything more, the woman in the pink dress sneered, "They're about to die, and they're still playing the sentimental act. It's disgusting!"
With a hand seal, she used the Binding Spirit Rope to separate the two and drag them into their respective prisons.
With a wave of her wide sleeves, the woman in the pink dress caused the light waves of the talismans in the air to ripple, and the prison vanished instantly.
The Phoenix Feather Clan is most skilled in spatial arts, and as a protector of the clan, she naturally has a deep understanding of this art; otherwise, she wouldn't dare to venture out alone to seek revenge.
She walked quickly toward the royal palace. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Feng Weiyin squatting on the ground, stroking the petals of a peony in the courtyard with her fingers, her eyes closed, as if she were communicating with the peony.
"Yinyin!" The woman in the pink dress frowned, her face full of anxiety. "You injured your heart meridian. Didn't His Majesty say you needed to rest properly? Why did you get out of bed again!"
Feng Weiyin looked up with a smile on her face, "Sister Huachun, I'm fine. I just hurt my shoulder. I can't use my spiritual power for a while, but I can still play with the other flowers."
Unable to use her spiritual power, she alternates between her human form and her true form as she moves, sometimes swaying like a peony, sometimes displaying an innocent smiling face. She is not frightening at all, but rather seems ethereal and otherworldly.
Hua Chun looked at her and gave her a slightly worried smile.
Feng Weiyin is His Majesty's only daughter and will be the future patriarch of the Fengyu clan. However, she is carefree and unconventional. In the past, this would have been fine, but now the spiritual energy of the secret realm is leaking out, and the barrier is weakening. The two outsiders we saw today will only increase in the future, and conflicts are inevitable. It's unknown when Weiyin will be able to stand on her own.
But she is still young and has a long time to grow up. Perhaps His Majesty took this into consideration, so he did not force her too much.
"Sister Huachun, where have you gone? I haven't seen you since I woke up."
Feng Weiyin looked up and asked.
"I...I went out to take care of some things," Hua Chun said evasively.
The Emperor personally ordered that we go out to seek revenge, but Yin Yin doesn't seem to have much resentment towards those two. It's best not to tell Yin Yin about this.
Feng Weiyin nodded somewhat bewildered. "Did Sister Xiazhi go with you?"
Like Hua Chun, Xia Zhi is a bodyguard of Feng Weiyin, responsible for protecting Feng Weiyin's safety.
This time, Feng Weiyin sneaked out and got injured, so both of them were to blame. While Feng Weiyin was asleep and recovering, they went out to look for Sheng Zhiyi and the other two.
"We went separately, but she should be back soon."
Hua Chun patiently explained, and then advised, "Yinyin, you are still injured and should not stay outside for too long. Let's go back."
Feng Weiyin nodded obediently, took Hua Chun's hand and stood up. "Sister Hua Chun, don't worry, I've finished my medicine for today. I'll sleep a little longer and take good care of my injuries. Call Sister Xia Zhi back, I want to eat her silver thread soft cake."
"Okay, I'll go call Xia Zhi back right now," Hua Chun said with a smile. Feng Weiyin lay on the bed, and Hua Chun helped her pull the covers up, saying:
"Xia Zhi and I are going to the kitchen to make silver thread soft pastry. You go to sleep obediently, and we'll eat it together when you wake up, okay?"
“Okay!” Feng Weiyin agreed, closing her eyes.
Hua Chun left the room, closed the door, and walked towards the kitchen.
The ingredients for the Silver Thread Soft Crispy Cake are complicated and the preparation is time-consuming. Yin Yin rarely specifically says she wants to eat it. Perhaps it is because she is sick and weak that she makes such a request.
She sent a message to Xia Zhi, waiting for Xia Zhi to return so that the two of them could make pastries together.
Inside the room, the incense in the jade censer had burned out, and the room was filled with a languid, drowsy atmosphere, perfect for falling asleep.
The person lying in bed suddenly opened their eyes, silently looked around the room, and tiptoed out of bed.
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