Chapter 74 He deserved to be treated like a dog...
The water kept rising, repeatedly blocking Sheng Zhiyi's mouth and nose, forcing her to experience the feeling of suffocation.
Her dantian and meridians are now sealed by Ji Fuguang, and her spiritual power is locked, making her completely vulnerable like a mortal.
The cold water wouldn't recede, so she couldn't help but inhale, and a large amount of water rushed into her nasal cavity, making her nose feel sore and weak. She couldn't help but cough, and her chest felt throbbing and painful.
After suffering a setback, Sheng Zhiyi dared not act rashly again. She could only obediently adjust her breathing according to the rise and fall of the water, and even when she felt dizzy from holding her breath, she dared not relax.
In the tranquil water dungeon, Sheng Zhiyi's hands were chained to the wall and raised high. The water surface rose and fell constantly, and cold water occasionally washed over her head, making her vision blurry and her thoughts fragmented into discontinuous pieces.
After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Zhiyi experienced countless bouts of choking and coughing, and a burning, tight pain in her chest, before finally mastering the rhythm of her rise and fall.
Her body instinctively adjusted its breathing to match the cold water, and she no longer needed to pay attention to the surface of the water. Instead, she felt a long-lost sense of peace.
Thinking back on the events of the past few days, Sheng Zhiyi sometimes feels like it's all a dream.
Ji Fuguang is the Demon Lord. Ji Fuguang can hear her system voice. Ji Fuguang brings her to the Demon Palace...
Each event was shocking enough, yet this series of events forced her to accept it all.
I had never noticed it before, but now when I look at it again, there is a faint black shadow lingering in my dantian and meridians. If you are not careful, you will miss it or even think that it is an illusion.
Ji Fuguang indeed placed many restrictions on her body.
Playthings… He really went to great lengths. In fact, even if she could use spiritual power, she couldn't harm his skin at all.
Rather than a threat of limitation, this behavior is more like a blatant warning.
Let her know that everything about her is in his hands, and she can only obediently listen to him.
What terrified her most wasn't any of that, but rather that Ji Fuguang was actually able to destroy the system.
Sheng Zhiyi tried calling out in her mind, "System? System? Can you hear me?"
There was complete silence, and no one answered.
Undeterred, she searched her spiritual senses carefully, only to find that all the previous points cards, system tasks, and treasure pavilions had vanished.
Sure enough, the system had been reduced to dust.
However, there was no dark shadow in his consciousness, indicating that this place had not yet been controlled by Ji Fuguang.
Indeed, thoughts are formless and shapeless. Unless Ji Fuguang completely destroys her consciousness and makes her mentally impaired, can he still control her thoughts?
Even so, it was enough to shock Sheng Zhiyi.
She had originally thought that the system could transcend everything in this world, similar to the Heavenly Dao of a small world. But Ji Fuguang was able to crush the system with ease, far exceeding her expectations.
Does this mean that Ji Fuguang has transcended the laws of the world?
But if that's the case, why would he hide his identity? Besides, he exposed his demonic energy to deceive the system and complete the mission, which damaged his heart meridian. He doesn't seem like someone who can control the laws at all...
So, what she thought was a system might not actually be a system at all!
Is it possible that this thing was a magical artifact? That's why it was able to be destroyed.
Upon realizing this possibility, Sheng Zhiyi was suddenly startled.
If that's the case, the cultivation world can't create such a thing, and it's not a demonic artifact, so it must belong to the gods.
The gods... Could it be that she has some connection with the gods?
Sheng Zhiyi had never considered these things before. She always saw herself as a useless junior sister, but now that she thought about it, she realized that she had a deep connection with the gods. Even the divine artifact, the Jinghong Feather, recognized her as its master.
The Flying Feather had long been taken by Ji Fuguang, but fortunately, even Ji Fuguang was unaware that the sword spirit was still dormant inside her body.
But sword spirits are spiritual beings that have no concept of time; ten or a hundred years are but a fleeting moment to them.
Now she doesn't know how to awaken the sword spirit, and can only wait silently.
But if the system is a magical artifact, how did she manage to transmigrate into the book? Was it just an accident?
All of this was like an unsolvable ball of yarn, intricately tangled together, and Sheng Zhiyi couldn't understand it no matter what.
The cold water dropped again, and her whole body was ice-cold. She could only feel a little warmth when she was soaked through.
Her body trembled violently uncontrollably, and the iron chains on her wrists rattled as they struck the water. Sheng Zhiyi knew something was wrong. She had been soaking in the water for a long time, but her body was too weak and she was about to give up.
If she faints, the water level will rise, and she will die instantly.
Is anyone there?
He shouted in a hoarse voice, but the water prison was sealed off, with only a skylight above his head, making it difficult for his voice to travel.
Is anyone there?
Sheng Zhiyi craned her neck with difficulty, her chest being squeezed by the cold water. She tore at the muscles in her throat and screamed.
A demon soldier appeared at the window and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to faint..."
The demon soldiers remained in their positions, seemingly not preparing to make any move.
Sheng Zhiyi could clearly feel even her fingers trembling. The demon soldiers appearing before her were her only hope. She forced herself to speak:
"The Demon Lord didn't tell me to die, right? He only told me to clear my head. If I die here, he'll definitely blame you for not watching me properly..."
In just a few brief encounters, Sheng Zhiyi realized that the demons revered Ji Fuguang as a god. No matter how pitiful she described herself, it was useless; she could only use Ji Fuguang to intimidate them.
"He brought me all the way from the cultivation world back to the Demon Palace, he certainly doesn't want me to die on the first day! Think about it carefully, if I die, it will be too late!"
The demon soldier seemed moved; he shut off the mechanism of the water prison, and the water level stopped rising.
"Wait here, I'll go and report right now."
Sheng Zhiyi had no strength left to hold on. She lowered her head, the water level dropped sharply, and her soaked body was unusually cold. Her lips were as pale as paper, and she shivered more and more violently.
In the hazy moments of her consciousness, she sensed that other people had entered the water prison.
The chains shattered, her arms fell limp, and she was pulled into a warm embrace.
Just before she lost consciousness, she seemed to smell a faint scent of pear blossoms, and she instinctively leaned her head towards it.
——
In her hazy state of consciousness, Sheng Zhiyi felt an unusual dryness in her throat. She instinctively swallowed, but her mouth felt like a desert filled with sand, unable to squeeze out a single drop of water.
Someone noticed her discomfort and placed a cool spoon against her dry lips. Warm, refreshing water slowly flowed into her mouth, like rain finally arriving after a drought.
Sheng Zhiyi forced down the water and struggled to open her eyes, but her eyes were dry and sore, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did.
A hand covered her eyes, and a soft voice drifted in from beyond the heavens.
"Go to sleep. The most important thing for you right now is to get some rest. Don't worry about anything else."
rest……
Sheng Zhiyi felt relieved, her intense anxiety was soothed, and her obsession with waking up was temporarily eliminated. She closed her eyes again and drifted into a deep sleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but her five senses seemed to gradually return, and she began to hear faint sounds.
The soft, tiptoeing footsteps, the clinking of a tray being set down, the creaking of a window opening...
Instead of opening her eyes, she carefully began to sense her surroundings.
The bed was soft, and the brocade quilt covering me was warm. The suffocating cold, the pain in my wrists and chest, and the heart-wrenching screams seemed to have never happened. My whole body felt warm and comfortably soothed.
She received excellent care, and probably even used precious elixirs, which is why she recovered so quickly.
However, his dantian and meridians were still restricted, preventing him from using spiritual power.
It seems that, just as she said, Ji Fuguang doesn't want her to die for the time being.
He just wanted to wear down her spirit and make her a mere plaything.
Sheng Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a gorgeous bed canopy with delicate tassels hanging down and swaying gently.
Ji Fuguang treated her fairly well; the room looked very comfortable.
"Miss! You're awake!"
A cheer rang out, and Sheng Zhiyi turned her head.
A young girl, dressed in a light green jacket and skirt, walked over happily.
She bowed and spoke softly:
"Miss, my name is Huanlu, and I'm your maid. Would you like to get up now?"
She had just lit the incense burner when she happened to turn her head and saw Sheng Zhiyi with her eyes open. She didn't know when she had woken up.
Sheng Zhiyi looked over and saw that the incense burner on the table was slowly releasing fragrant smoke, filling the room with a faint fragrance.
Seeing that she was looking over, Huanlu cleverly took the incense burner and said, "Miss, this is one I just lit. Would you like to smell it?"
Sheng Zhiyi's heart stirred, and she sniffed hard.
The fragrance is like a mixture of several floral scents, and it smells somewhat mixed.
Seeing that her expression was indifferent, Huanlu realized that she didn't seem to like it, so she put the incense burner back.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out and called for Lu to help her sit up against the headboard. She asked, "How did I get out of the water dungeon?"
Huanlu replied, "I heard that it was General Yuanlang who brought you out."
After thinking for a moment, Sheng Zhiyi asked again, "Then... after I came out, have you been taking care of me all this time?"
Huanlu nodded. "Yes, I've been taking care of you these past few days."
She had thought the scent was different and it couldn't be her imagination, but it turns out she was overthinking it.
Sheng Zhiyi thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.
From the very beginning, she was overthinking things, making up all sorts of excuses for Ji Fuguang, and even thinking that he was very good to her. She was inexplicably moved and even fell in love with him.
Even now that things have come to this point, and she knows Ji Fuguang's true identity is the Demon Lord, she still can't help but overthink things.
Trapped in prison, he wasn't thinking about how to escape, but rather whether he still felt a sliver of reluctance.
Sheng Zhiyi, you're hopeless. You deserve to be treated like a dog.
Seeing that she was silent with her head down, Huanlu couldn't help but ask, "I've prepared several doses of medicine these past few days. How are you feeling now? If you need anything, please let me know."
Sheng Zhiyi interrupted her thoughts and shook her head at her, "I feel great now, could you get me some more water?"
Huanlu responded and got up to walk to the table.
Immediately, Sheng Zhiyi heard her excited voice: "Your Majesty!"
Turning my head, I saw Huanlu kneeling on the ground, and Ji Fuguang standing silently at the door, having appeared at some unknown time.
He said calmly, "You may leave."
Huanlu hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "Your Majesty, Miss Sheng would like some water..."
If she leaves, who will serve Miss Sheng?
"Go down," Ji Fuguang repeated, his tone becoming more forceful.
Huanlu stopped insisting, got up, bowed, and left.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out and held onto the edge of the bed, slowly getting out of bed, wanting to walk to the table.
Huanlu was sent away, and she wanted to drink water, so she decided to do it herself.
After finally getting over there, I picked up the teapot on the table and poured a little water into my cup.
A surge of demonic energy struck the teapot, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces. Water flowed down the broken porcelain shards, soaking the ground.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her head and looked at Ji Fuguang at the table.
Ji Fuguang slowly withdrew his hand, a faint smile on his face.
"I've arrived here, but all Junior Sister sees is a teapot. It seems Junior Sister is still a bit confused. Shouldn't she be brought back to her senses?"
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