Chapter 68 Chapter 68 What does the word "go home" mean?
Sheng Zhiyi leaned against Ji Fuguang's chest, smelling the faint fragrance of pear blossoms. Perhaps it was because they were in a hurry, or perhaps...
Ji Fuguang's heart skipped a beat.
She reached out and silently touched her chest. The blood that had just gushed out stained a large area of her clothes, and even Ji Fuguang's body was stained with blood.
Sheng Zhiyi tilted her head back, trying hard to see Ji Fuguang's face, tracing it inch by inch, wanting to completely memorize Ji Fuguang's appearance.
His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his face was serious.
Sheng Zhiyi's vague guesses became clearer and clearer.
Upon arriving at the Chen residence, Ji Fuguang placed her on the bed and was about to turn and leave when Sheng Zhiyi grabbed his wrist.
He stopped and raised an eyebrow:
"do what?"
When Ji Fuguang was in a bad mood, he didn't like to talk much. Sheng Zhi saw this and felt that he had to hurry up.
She took a deep breath and asked in one breath:
"Senior brother, am I nearing the end of my life?"
She had clearly heard the old demon's words; such a vicious poison would be very difficult to cure. At this moment, she even felt a faint pain in her chest, indicating that the poison had begun to take effect.
Ji Fuguang stared at her for a moment, then suddenly said:
"If that's the case, what are you going to do?"
Although she had expected it, Sheng Zhiyi's heart still sank when she suddenly heard these words.
She laughed and said, "If that's really the case... I think, if it comes to the end, I'd like to ask my senior brother to give me a quick death with one sword!"
The old man's description of her death was so gruesome that she had no desire to experience it.
Ji Fuguang's moves are so fast and his hands are so steady, he definitely won't let her suffer too much pain.
Looking at her coldly, Ji Fuguang asked, "Is that all you wanted to say?"
For a dying person to say anything more would only be a burden to others...
Sheng Zhiyi nodded vigorously, "I thank you in advance, senior brother!"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Ji Fuguang spoke: "You don't blame me for not asking him for the antidote just now?"
Sheng Zhiyi shook her head, lay flat on the bed, and looked at the bed curtains above her head.
“Just by looking at how that person has won over Chen Jihui’s family, trying to use them as material for his own cultivation, you can see how insidious and vicious he is. Moreover, he is skilled in illusion and carries deadly poison. If we were to fall under his control, it would surely cause a great disaster. Senior brother, you did this for the greater good, how could I blame you?”
These words were spoken with a stern and thorough tone, but Ji Fuguang only gave a cold laugh upon hearing them.
Sheng Zhiyi looked over and saw that he was expressionless, and his face seemed even more gloomy.
"'Thousand Flowers and Myriad Plants' is indeed a rare and potent poison, and its antidote is extremely precious. Do you think he could possibly have the antidote given his severe injuries?"
He took a medicine bottle from his pocket and threw it into Sheng Zhiyi's arms.
The medicine bottle landed on the wound, causing Sheng Zhiyi to groan in pain.
She held the medicine bottle in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain, and looked pitifully at Ji Fuguang.
"Senior brother, what is this...?"
Ji Fuguang looked down at him, his eyes slightly lowered, his gaze arrogant and indifferent.
"Since you're so eager to die, here's a bottle of poison for you."
Sheng Zhiyi was taken aback, vaguely feeling that these words sounded somewhat familiar...
This was the same tone Ji Fuguang used when he gave her the elixir!
Could this be...?
Sheng Zhiyi opened the medicine bottle with difficulty, took a deep sniff of the opening, and smelled a long and rich floral fragrance. She couldn't tell what kind of flower it was; it was more like a collection of various floral scents.
"Senior brother, this is the antidote, isn't it?"
Ji Fuguang didn't even answer, and turned and left.
How come she doesn't have to die? This guy's face looks even worse than if she were dead.
He even threw the medicine bottle onto the wound; given his accuracy and technique, this was definitely intentional.
Was he so disappointed that she wasn't dead?
Ji Fuguang walked along the corridor, his clothes fluttering, a hint of gloom showing on his frosty face.
If it weren't for the antidote 'Thousands of Flowers and Herbs', she wondered why he would act so decisively.
Thinking she was going to die, all she wanted to say was for him to end her life with a single sword stroke?
Ji Fuguang stopped and looked down at his palm.
With a slight flick of her fingertip, the spiritual energy hidden in Sheng Zhiyi's dantian was activated.
But... that's not enough...
Sheng Zhiyi sat cross-legged on the bed, channeling her spiritual energy to the medicinal effects throughout her body. However, the poison corroded her chest, causing a dull ache. She couldn't help but cough.
A sound came from the doorway. She looked up and saw Ji Fuguang walking in expressionlessly, carrying a tray.
Sheng Zhiyi hurriedly got out of bed, wanting to express her gratitude to Ji Fuguang and also to let him see that she had recovered.
As a result, as soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt weak all over. It was too late to stand up straight, and I watched helplessly as I fell to the ground.
But his waist was wrapped tightly and he was lifted up heavily. Ji Fuguang said indifferently, "What, are you planning to die a different way, by hitting your head on the ground?"
“…Senior brother, be careful when you eat,” Sheng Zhiyi said.
Ji Fuguang scoffed, "You're planning to poison me?"
Sheng Zhiyi said, "I'm afraid you might accidentally lick your lips and poison yourself."
"Heh." Ji Fuguang sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the medicine bowl on the tray. "I don't need to worry about that for now. But you, come and drink the poison."
Sheng Zhiyi obediently lay down on the bed, and Ji Fuguang scooped up a spoonful of medicine and brought it to her.
The scene seemed familiar. Sheng Zhiyi was just about to say, "Senior brother, you fed me medicine like this before."
The spoon brought to her lips, and her face scrunched up immediately. "Why is it so bitter?"
Ji Fuguang remained silent, only continuously feeding the medicinal soup into Sheng Zhiyi's mouth.
Now, Sheng Zhiyi is starting to suspect that this is poison.
After finally finishing her drink, seeing that Ji Fuguang didn't seem inclined to offer her any candied fruit, Sheng Zhiyi reached out and took the teacup next to her.
"Wait a minute." Ji Fuguang pressed his folding fan against the teacup.
He said in a calm tone, "The tea will dilute the medicine's effects, junior sister... just bear with it."
Sheng Zhiyi could only nod, her mouth filled with an unbearable bitterness, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips.
Ji Fuguang's eyes darkened. He stood up with the medicine bowl in his hand, but his sleeve was grabbed.
Sheng Zhiyi looked up at him, a little pitifully, and asked:
"Senior brother, can you talk to me for a while...?"
She felt a tightness in her chest and wanted to talk to distract herself.
Ji Fuguang paused for a moment, then sat down again.
"What do you want to say?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm, "to talk about the great principles of immortals and demons?"
Sheng Zhiyi was thinking of a topic when she suddenly asked, "Senior brother, is Miss Lin still at the inn? And what is the situation with the Chen family?"
Ji Fuguang's expression, which had just eased a little, darkened again.
He stared at Sheng Zhiyi, half mocking and half sincere, "I think you should be the leader of the righteous path."
Sheng Zhiyi sensed something was off about the tone, blinked, and didn't respond.
Ji Fuguang slowly said, "I have finished dealing with the Chen family inside and outside. In a few days, others will only think that the Chen family encountered bandits while on a business trip and unfortunately died. Now, only my younger sister is left in the Chen family. She is still young, and Lin Wanshuang is willing to raise her, so I sent her to the Lin family."
He is indeed thorough in his work.
Sheng Zhiyi thought for a moment and then asked, "Senior brother, that old demon was sealed in the cave. The situation was urgent at the time, and only the cave entrance was sealed. Do you know how to get out?"
Ji Fuguang picked up the tray again and stood up, his tone calm. "It's alright, someone will take care of him. He won't live past tomorrow." After saying that, he turned and left.
Are they from other sects?
Sheng Zhiyi thought for a moment. The demon race is currently rampant, and many sects have sent disciples. Yingzhou is a large city, so Ji Fuguang may have received news that other cultivation sects will come to exterminate the demon race.
With this in mind, Sheng Zhiyi felt relieved and slowly lay down on the bed.
This poison is truly potent. Despite taking the antidote, my chest is still aching, as if it has damaged my internal organs. I must rest and recuperate properly.
The next day at noon, Ji Fuguang came over carrying a food box.
He remained expressionless, walked to the table, opened the food box, took out the food and placed it on the table.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly got off the bed and slowly walked to the table to sit down.
Four dishes were laid out on the table: steamed sea bass, scrambled eggs with shrimp, stewed pork ribs, and blanched bok choy. They were brightly colored and smelled delicious.
Sheng Zhiyi gestured for Ji Fuguang to sit down and placed chopsticks in front of him.
After tasting the dishes, I realized that the cook in the Chen family was quite skilled. Although the four dishes were light, they were flavorful and delicious.
Ji Fuguang sat opposite her, ate a few bites, then picked up his teacup and began to drink tea.
After eating for a while, Sheng Zhiyi casually asked, "Why haven't I seen any servants from the Chen family today? It feels much quieter."
She initially thought Ji Fuguang had ordered that no one should disturb her rest, and was about to say it wasn't necessary, when she heard Ji Fuguang say:
"The Chen residence is deserted, so I released them yesterday."
Sheng Zhiyi paused for a moment, then thought it made sense and nodded, picking up another piece of bok choy with her chopsticks.
Chewing on the crisp and flavorful bok choy, Sheng Zhiyi's eyes widened slightly as she suddenly thought of something.
The servants of the Chen family were all released yesterday, so what about this meal today...?
Could it have been Ji Fuguang who did it?
She secretly raised her eyes to sized up Ji Fuguang sitting opposite her.
Ji Fuguang's fingers rested on the rim of the teacup, stroking it thoughtfully. Noticing Sheng Zhiyi's gaze, he lifted his eyelids and looked over coldly.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, and began to eat her food heartily.
Meanwhile, in a cave more than ten miles outside the city.
The disheveled old demon lay helplessly on the ground. After a day and a night of torment, his body was covered in blood. The surging demonic energy had severed his meridians inch by inch, leaving him to watch helplessly as he became a cripple.
He was delirious, and mumbled, "Your Majesty..."
Why did His Majesty punish him so severely? What exactly did he do wrong?
He must find a way to leave this place, lure mortals back into demonic ways, and absorb their flesh and blood to recover as quickly as possible.
The cave entrance has been sealed, but...
He looked up and sure enough, at midday when the sun was at its strongest, he could clearly see a thin slit at the top of the mountain.
This is his chance.
Taking advantage of the slight calming of the demonic energy within him, he grabbed the mountain wall and stood up, trying to regulate his breathing.
However, just as he began to draw qi from his dantian, a surge of explosive demonic energy suddenly burst forth.
A loud "bang" was heard.
Like fireworks exploding, he was completely blasted into pieces.
As his limbs flew off, in the fleeting moment before his death, he suddenly realized that His Majesty's fury might be because he had injured that female cultivator...
With a "bang".
After finishing her meal, Sheng Zhiyi placed her chopsticks on her bowl.
She looked at Ji Fuguang and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Regardless, Ji Fuguang is a nice person; he even cooked for her.
She ate to her heart's content and looked completely relaxed.
Seeing this, Ji Fuguang put down his teacup and spoke softly:
"In that case, I have a question that I would like to ask Junior Sister for clarification."
Sheng Zhiyi perked up, "Please speak, senior brother!"
She leaned forward, listening intently to Ji Fuguang's words.
Ji Fuguang lifted his eyelids, stared at her, and said, word by word:
"On the day of the river lantern festival, what was the meaning behind the junior sister writing the words 'go home' on the river lantern?"
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