Chapter 15 My husband loves quietness, no grass grows
Zheng Qiuyu's eyelashes trembled.
She seemed to have just come out of some trance-like state, a trace of confusion appeared on her face, followed by a violent cough.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Her body swayed, and she leaned even more weakly on Shaohuo in her arms.
The pale little face was buried in the burning collar, and the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, with a hint of grievance.
"I'm just... an ordinary person who wants to save my husband."
This weak and helpless look formed an extremely strange contrast with the mysterious master who just said what he meant and determined that the alchemy furnace would explode.
But it was precisely this split that made the speculation in everyone's mind become extremely solid.
Expert.
True masters are always so simple and unpretentious, returning to nature.
Zhang Xuan's cracked lips trembled, and he wanted to ask again.
Elder Li suddenly stood up, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and broke the deadlock with a loud voice.
"I admire Fellow Daoist Zheng's knowledge!"
His voice was loud and full of unquestionable affirmation.
"Test passed!"
Elder Li looked around, paused for a moment, and made the final decision after taking a closer look at the faces of several elders from Danfeng.
"I propose that we grant Fellow Daoist Zheng the highest rank of 'Guest Official' in our sect. Do you have any objections?"
No one answered.
Zhang Xuan's face turned pale and blue, and finally he just sat back dejectedly and waved his hand, which was considered as his agreement.
Are you kidding, objection?
Who dares to object?
With just a few words, he solved the sect's century-old mystery and accurately predicted the countdown to the scrapping of Danfeng's treasure.
If you still have objections to this, next time your alchemy furnace explodes, you will have no one to ask.
"good!"
Elder Li felt relieved and dropped another piece of bombshell news.
"Also, the sect's most spiritually superior 'Tingyuxuan' will be allocated to Fellow Daoist Zheng for her husband's rest and recuperation."
As soon as these words were spoken, even some inner sect elders showed envious expressions.
Tingyuxuan is a top-level cave residence that only the supreme elders who have made great contributions to the sect are qualified to live in.
Just like that, in a complex atmosphere of awe, enthusiasm and relief, Zheng Qiuyu's identity was settled.
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Under the guidance of Lin Yue'er, Zheng Qiuyu, holding the burning fire, finally arrived at the cave named "Tingyuxuan".
The cave is located halfway up the main peak of Qingyun Sect, surrounded by clouds and mist, quiet and elegant.
The moment the stone door opened, a spiritual energy so strong that it almost turned into substance rushed towards him, carrying with it the fragrance of grass and trees.
Zheng Qiuyu felt that all the pores on his body were relaxed.
There is a hidden world inside the cave, which is extremely spacious. The stone walls are inlaid with moonstones that emit a soft light.
In the very center, there is a huge cold jade bed.
The bed was transparent, and wisps of white cold air overflowed from it, forming a circle of light mist around it.
"Senior Zheng, there is abundant spiritual energy here, and this cold jade bed can warm the soul and will definitely be of great benefit to your husband's injuries."
Lin Yue'er's tone was full of admiration and her eyes were shining.
Zheng Qiuyu nodded slightly and carefully placed the burning fire on the cold jade bed.
As soon as the man's body touched the bed, the cold air seemed to have found a home and rushed into his body.
His frown seemed to relax a little.
Zheng Qiuyu stood beside the bed, looking at his peaceful sleeping face, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
She let out a long breath and felt alive again.
Finally, safe for now.
Her eyes fell on Zhuo Huo's handsome but bloodless face.
Although this guy is a time bomb, it must be said that this time it was only thanks to his identity of being "seriously injured and dying" that he was able to scare those old men.
Looking at it this way, this dangerous pet seems quite pleasing to the eye.
Just as she was daydreaming, the protective barrier outside the cave suddenly made a sharp buzzing sound.
Someone is forcibly attacking from outside.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely arrogant and unreasonable voice came in.
"Whoever's in there, get out of here!"
"This Tingyuxuan is the place that Senior Brother Zhao Long has his eyes on. Who do you think you are to live here?"
Lin Yue'er's expression changed instantly.
She stormed out.
"What are you doing! This is the residence that Elder Li personally arranged for Senior Zheng!"
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Lin Yue'er was pushed back by a huge force and staggered a few steps before she could stand firm.
A burly young man with a fleshy face walked in with a few followers.
He was wearing the attire of an inner sect core disciple, and his eyes swept across the cave with contempt, finally landing on Zheng Qiuyu.
Lin Yue'er's anxious voice sounded in Zheng Qiuyu's ears, it was a telepathic message.
"Senior, be careful! He is Zhao Long, the nephew of Inner Sect Elder Wang. He is used to being domineering in the sect. We can't afford to offend him!"
Zhao Long's gaze swept over Zheng Qiuyu and finally landed on Zhuo Huo lying on the cold jade bed.
The corners of his mouth stretched into a sickening smile.
"Oh, and he's got a pretty boy with him."
He looked at Zheng Qiuyu from top to bottom with obscene eyes.
"Well, little beauty."
"Throw him out of this bed and serve me well tonight."
"I'll be merciful and let you continue to live in Tingyuxuan. How about that?"
The followers behind him burst into laughter, surrounded him with ill intentions, and pressed forward step by step.
Lin Yue'er was so scared that her face turned pale and her body began to tremble.
Zheng Qiuyu slowly stood up and stood in front of the Hanyu bed.
There was no trace of panic on her face.
Instead, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She spoke softly, as if stating a simple fact.
"My husband..."
"He has a terrible case of morning grumpiness."
When Zhao Long heard Zheng Qiuyu's words, he felt like he had heard a huge joke.
"Waking up in a bad mood?"
He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and his fat body was shaking, and the followers behind him also let out shrill laughter.
"My dear, your joke is not funny at all. How dare a loser like you, lying in bed waiting to die, get up in such a bad mood?"
Zhao Long patted the shoulder of a follower next to him and said jokingly, "Did you hear that? He's in a bad mood! Should we be quiet and not wake him up?"
"Hahaha, Brother Long is right. Let's keep the noise down, or I'll get mad!"
The cave was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
Before he finished speaking, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from Zhao Long.
The aura of the late Jindan stage was like an invisible boulder, pressing directly towards Zheng Qiuyu standing in front of the cold jade bed and Lin Yueer lying on the ground.
He just wanted to see this tough-talking little beauty's legs go weak and she kneels on the ground begging for mercy from him.
The air in the cave suddenly became sticky, and the lights on the stone walls were compressed into tiny beans, with flickering brightness.
Lin Yue'er was already limp on the ground, and now she felt as if all her internal organs were out of place, with her breath stuck in her chest. Even breathing became a luxury, and her little face turned purple.
Zheng Qiuyu's body shook violently, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.
But her eyes were strangely calm.
She held onto the edge of the cold jade bed behind her, her knuckles turning slightly white from the effort, and only then did she manage to steady herself. She raised her head and spoke in an extremely weak, even slightly trembling voice.
"Brother, I'm not kidding."
"He needs absolute quiet to heal his wounds."
"Any slightest disturbance might cause him to..."
She paused, as if searching for the right word.
"out of control."
Her performance was simply flawless.
The sincerity and concern in his tone dampened the laughter of Zhao Long's followers. They looked at each other, a hint of hesitation even appearing on their faces.
This woman... doesn't seem to be lying.
But Zhao Long, who was blinded by beauty and possessiveness, was completely unaware of the danger.
On the contrary, he felt that Zheng Qiuyu's "husband-protecting" look of desperately trying to protect her man was more attractive and made him more excited.
"out of control?"
"Hahaha, I want to see how he loses control!"
Zhao Long laughed out loud, thinking that this woman was flirting with him in a very unique way.
He walked right past Zheng Qiuyu, not taking her insignificant obstruction seriously at all.
He stretched out his big, fat hand, gathered his spiritual power in his palm, and grabbed towards the burning fire on the cold jade bed.
He wanted to pull this annoying "pretty boy" out of bed and throw him out of the cave like throwing away a piece of garbage.
"don't want!"
Lin Yue'er was so scared that she let out a short scream and instinctively closed her eyes.
However, Zheng Qiuyu did not move.
She didn't even look back.
She just stood there quietly, looking at Zhao Long's fat back with a look of pity as if he were looking at a dead person.
In a quiet voice so soft that only she could hear it, she finished what she had not said just now.
"The last person who woke him up..."
"The city where he is..."
"...Later, not a single blade of grass grew within a hundred miles."
The voice of this sentence was very soft, but it carried an inexplicable chill that penetrated into the bones.
Zhao Long, who was about to take action, suddenly paused.
He felt an inexplicable chill on his back, and goose bumps instantly covered his entire body.
But the arrow is on the string and the hand has been extended, how can it be taken back?
If Zhao Long were frightened by a woman with just a few words and the news got out, how could he continue to stay in the inner sect?
He became angry and embarrassed, and the spiritual power in his hands surged again, and he cursed viciously.
"Playing tricks!"
Just when Zhao Long's hand was about to touch the corner of the burning clothes.
On the cold jade bed, the man who was still sleeping had his silver eyelashes trembling slightly.
In an instant.
It was a pressure that was neither spiritual power nor demonic energy, but was more ancient, purer, and carried the aura of destruction and chaos. It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been sleeping for billions of years, suddenly opening its eyes.
This pressure swept across Zhuo Huo.
All the sounds, all the lights, and all the air in the cave froze at this moment.
The determined grin on Zhao Long's face froze instantly.
What replaced it was an extreme fear that penetrated deep into the soul.
He felt as if an invisible hand had grasped his heart and squeezed it tightly. His late Jindan spiritual power, which he was so proud of, was as small as a speck of dust in the face of this pressure.
All the bones in his body were groaning under the heavy burden, as if they would be crushed into powder in the next second.
He wants to quit.
He wants to run.
He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
But he was horrified to find that he couldn't even move a finger, let alone retreat.
His body, his spiritual power, and even his mind were all imprisoned.
The only thing that moved was his eyeballs, which were shaking wildly with extreme fear.
He watched as the silver eyelashes of the man on the cold jade bed trembled again.
Then, slowly, a gap opened upwards.
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