After the Villain Lost His Cultivation - Chapter 22

“Sheng Jiao is madly in love with me! He’s wise and powerful, the number one cultivator in the Thirteen Provinces…”

“Ornament of Love!”

“…The jealous Sect Leader Sheng… will definitely cry and hold my body, and in a rage, he will kill you to bury you with me..”

“…We slept in the same bed at the Tianyan Academy, loving each other without distinction, oblivious to everything!”

The words that he had made up to save his life now came back like a boomerang from the heavens, and hit Xi Jianglan’s earrings that helped him hear everything, making his brain numb and cold.

“Quite jealous type,” “Daoist companion,” “Sheng Jiao lusts after my body,” “You are acting madly, trying to defile my purity,” etc., a barrage of vicious words flew around his head like countless birds, chirping incessantly in his ears.

Xi Jianglan shuddered violently all over.

He thought about the scene after reuniting with Sheng Jiao. It was nothing more than a tense situation with swords drawn against each other, or a failed attempt to run away and being pierced through the heart by a sword. In any case, it would be tragic and accompanied by hatred and murderous intent.

But I didn’t expect…

Facing Sheng Jiao’s face, one that could wake Xi Jianglan up even in his dreams, his first reaction wasn’t the fear of being killed, but the overwhelming embarrassment and shame that spread from the soles of his feet to all the meridians in his body.

”Unable to obtain, love turns into hate”.

Robbery, tyranny, domineering…

And the words that shattered his skull — “My heart is not a cold stone, and over time, I will naturally develop feelings for Sheng Jiao!”

Xi Jianglan: ”…………”

At that moment, Xi Jianglan suddenly wanted to die.

Sheng Jiao was still holding Xi Jianglan’s restless hand. He was tall, almost trapping half of Xi Jianglan’s body in his arms. When he looked down with his cold, empty eyes, there was an overwhelming sense of oppression that made the heart race.

It felt like a dying young beast falling headfirst into a hunter’s pit, defenseless and helpless.

Xi Jianglan’s ears turned red as he met Sheng Jiao’s gaze, and his waist almost went weak.

He always felt as if he wasn’t leaning against a living person, but a cold stone that could easily freeze him into ice chips. The contact with the hot body was like a clash of ice and fire.

“Brother, brother.” Xi Jianglan held his breath, his body tense, and forced a well-behaved smile. “Long time no see. Has your muteness been cured?”

Sheng Jiao: ”…”

Can’t he say something human for once?”

When Sheng Jiao saw his identity exposed, his face turned grim, and he pulled out the binding silk.

At this point, Xi Jianglan had no time for embarrassment or shame. He quickly pointed at the innate mark painting nearby and began chattering non-stop, fearing that even a moment’s delay would lead to him being caught and imprisoned in that pitch-dark abyss.

“The Xi family’s innate mark… Ying Qiao must be involved with those who massacred the Xi family six years ago. The Xiezhi Sect has wronged me for many years. Now that a clue has finally emerged, there’s no need to make me, a pitiable victim, into a suspect just to protect Sect Leader Sheng’s and the Xiezhi Sect’s reputation.”

While begging for mercy and apologizing, Xi Jianglan’s words were filled with barbs and sarcastic undertones, enough to provoke anyone listening.

Sheng Jiao, long accustomed to his manner of speaking, ignored him and calmly fastened the binding silk onto Xi Jianglan’s wrist.

”Sheng, Sheng Jiao…”

Xi Jianglan seemed momentarily stunned by Sheng Jiao’s cold and merciless actions. He didn’t resist, letting the silk be tied around his wrist. After a while, he quietly said, ”Sheng Jiao, don’t treat me like this.”

Sheng Jiao’s fingers, mid-knot, paused briefly.

Xi Jianglan’s fingertips, still faintly red from being struck by the tianyan bead earlier, trembled slightly. His skin, naturally pale as snow and further weakened by years of illness, now bore a ring of bruises on his wrist from Sheng Jiao’s grip.

”There are still members of the Qu family among the elders of the Xiezhi Sect,” Xi Jianglan said, his voice carrying a faint trace of fear, barely perceptible but real. It was as if he had finally begun to feel true dread.

”If I join the Xie Zhi Sect, he will definitely not let me live.”

Xi Jianglan seldom showed his panic in front of others, but even though he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn’t conceal the fear in his eyes.

He was afraid of the elder of the Qu family.

Sheng Jiao suddenly raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Xi Jianglan’s eyes were bright and clear, as if two lines of tears could fall with the blink of his feather-like lashes. Anxiety and fear lingered in the depths of his gaze.

Sheng Jiao stared at those eyes for a long time before his thin lips moved slightly.

“The elder of the Qu family died in the southern border three years ago, and his body was never recovered.”

Xi Jianglan froze.

“And you, Xi Jue,” Sheng Jiao said coldly, “Stayed in the flower house at the southern border for half a year, three years ago.”

Xi Jianglan: “…”

“What… does that have to do with me?” Xi Jianglan’s eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment, without any pretense. “I was forced by your Xiezhi Sect’s arrest warrant to flee to the southern border and become a courtesan at the flower house to avoid being hunted. Who would have thought that the dignified elder of the Xiezhi Sect, despite his age, would shamelessly frequent a flower house? How can you blame me for this?”

At the mention of the word “courtesan,” Sheng Jiao’s eyes twitched slightly.

Knowing that Xi Jianglan wouldn’t tell the truth, Sheng Jiao coldly raised his hand.

The tianyan beads, which had been thrown out of the painted boat and were circling the Evil Qi Road, streaked back like a shooting star. With a sharp “swish,” they shattered through the window. Amidst crisp clinking sounds, all 107 tianyan beads obediently wrapped around Sheng Jiao’s wrist.

Every tianyan bead is a gift from Tianyan, each one even more precious and rare than a Tianyan spiritual vein.

Almost the moment the tianyan beads appeared, Xi Jianglan’s face turned as pale as paper, and he nearly toppled out of Sheng Jiao’s arms. He clutched his right shoulder with his left hand and couldn’t suppress a groan of pain.

The brand mark on his shoulder flared like boiling magma, breaking through the faint red mole as it surged from his bones, bl00d, and meridians. Suddenly, the character ”Burn”, formed of dark blue lightning patterns, flashed into existence.

The 107 tianyan beads responded with a sizzling sound, crackling as beautiful and dazzling lightning arcs danced across them.

The brand mark’s sudden activation caused Xi Jianglan’s breathing to quicken. His face was drenched in cold sweat, yet he still forced a strained smile. Panting, he said, “So, Sect Leader Sheng intends to blame me for the death of the Qu family elder in the southern border? Fine by me. After all, my list of crimes is too long to count. What’s one more life on it?”

Sheng Jiao said nothing and flicked one of the tianyan beads with his finger.

The restless tianyan beads instantly fell silent. Each bead spun rapidly in mid-air, producing crisp clicking sounds.

Xi Jianglan recognized that sound.

When he joined the Xiezhi Sect, Sheng Jiao had used the tianyan beads to determine whether he was guilty.

At that time, out of 108 Tianyan Beads, only one revealed the character “Execute”.

It was because of that single “Execute” bead that Xi Jianglan had narrowly escaped death in the Xiezhi Sect, spending the next few years hiding and barely surviving.

Now, six years later, Sheng Jiao was once again using the tianyan beads to judge his guilt.

Xi Jianglan wanted to laugh, but the scorching heat from the brand mark on his shoulder spread across his body, causing sweat to drip uncontrollably. In no time, he was drenched, his face and the black strands of hair clinging to his cheeks soaked with cold sweat.

The oppressive heat was unbearable. Xi Jianglan didn’t even notice the faint warmth slowly coursing through his battered and injured meridians, left devastated by the “Abandoned Immortal Bone.” The warmth seemed to slightly alleviate his pain.

The tianyan beads stopped spinning one after another, their lightning patterns colliding like flickering blue ghostly flames.

Xi Jianglan looked up at the tianyan beads, and the first one to catch his eye was the familiar bead that hadn’t moved since the beginning.

It was the “Execute” bead that had convicted him six years ago.

Xi Jianglan had an excellent memory. He distinctly recalled that back then, this bead had a stunningly intricate white pattern, resembling the soft swirling halo of amber, strikingly beautiful.

Yet, for some reason, six years later, the bead seemed weathered, as if worn down by time, its surface faded to a dull gray. It stood out awkwardly amidst the other beads.

Even so, it still stubbornly displayed “Execute.”

Utterly unyielding.

Sheng Jiao coldly observed as the tianyan beads came to a stop one by one.

When the surroundings returned to silence, he glanced down indifferently. But at that moment, his pupils trembled slightly.

Among the 107 tianyan beads, there should have been only one bead displaying “Execute”. Yet, inexplicably, four quivering beads had joined the weathered gray one, glowing with the same vivid crimson:

“Execute.”

Sheng Jiao’s hand trembled.

Xi Jianglan stared straight at the five beads, his purple eyes moved slightly like a twisted whirlpool.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere around them was so tense that it was suffocating. Sheng Jiao and Xi Jianglan looked at each other coldly, their lips moving slightly.

“Xi Jue…”

Before he even finished saying these two words, Xi Jianglan suddenly summoned a pitch-black rattan whip out of thin air without blinking, and the powerful spiritual power of “Abandoned Immortal Bone” rose from his meridians again, rushing straight into the Return to Void Realm, and with two “pa pa” sounds, it lashed towards Sheng Jiao who was nearby.

Sheng Jiao was stunned for a moment, and the tianyan beads instantly scattered in all directions, transforming into a lightning pattern barrier to block the ruthless rattan whip.

Pah—

A crisp sound.

Xi Jianglan took advantage of this attack to roll out of Sheng Jiao’s arms, and retreated as light as a swallow, without any sign of being seriously injured and dying.

With a flick of his slender wrist, the whip wrapped around the wooden pillar of the painted boat, tightening it slightly.

The rattan whip that was twisted like a snake suddenly straightened!

With a dull thud, Xi Jianglan’s body, which was forced to rush backwards, stopped. His bare feet hit the wooden floor, and his jade-like toes turned pale blue.

Sheng Jiao stood there alone, with one hundred and seven tianyan beads surrounding him, full of murderous intent, looking at him coldly in a flash of lightning.

When the word “Execute” appeared on the tianyan beads, Sheng Jiao, who had been calm until then, seemed to be filled with a lot of murderous intent that had nowhere to go, and even his pupils became cold.

Like a ruthless and emotionless cold-faced god of death.

Even though Xi Jianglan knew that those few “Execute” would make Sheng Jiao slaughter him mercilessly, he was still stunned for a rare moment when he met that sudden cold gaze.

But soon, he curled his lips into a smile, as if that moment of absent-mindedness was just an illusion, and he casually tidied his jet-black hair, his charming face was flamboyant and bright.

“Lord Tiandao, this is boring, the clues to the Xi family’s innate mark have been exposed, and the culprit is obviously someone else, but you are still chasing me. If you continue like this…”

Sheng Jiao muttered in silence with an expressionless face.

Xi Jianglan swung the rattan whip, shattering the spiritual power with a “snap”, and said the next sentence with a smile.

“…I really thought that the dignified Sect Leader of the Xiezhi Sect had deep feelings for me.”

The five tianyan beads seemed to have intelligence, and they bared their fangs and claws and snapped at Xi Jianglan.

Sheng Jiao lowered his eyes and glanced at them.

The tianyan beads instantly calmed down, except for the stubborn one that was still emitting small lightning bolts.

“Tianyan above.” Sheng Jiao was obviously used to his teasing and said indifferently, “The Xi family massacre is related to you.”

When others said “Tianyan above,” they were always in awe and reverence, but Sheng Jiao’s tone was calm, as if the Tianyan spiritual vein, which was revered as a god by the entire Thirteen Provinces, was just an ordinary mountain to him.

No respect at all.

Xi Jianglan laughed, and the rattan whip floated beside him like a dragon, rubbing his bloody cheek affectionately.

Now that the relationship has fallen out, there are only two options left.

Or, let Sheng Jiao die here during the validity period of “Abandoned Immortal Bone.”

Or…

Xi Jianglan’s purple eyes narrowed, and he swung the rattan whip, whistling it towards Sheng Jiao, he used such a long rattan whip with ease, and the tip of the whip didn’t even touch the falling snowflakes when it swung past.

Zheng!

The rattan whip and lightning collided, making a sound like metal colliding with stone. The purple spiritual power and blue lightning patterns rushed together, and the light as fine as a spider web filled the entire painted boat.

The Third Watch Snow integrated into the painted boat made a “creaking” sound.

The Return to Void Realm against the half-step Mahayana Realm, the pseudo-Tianyan spiritual power of “Abandoned Immortal Bones” with the blessing of Xi Jianglan was able to fight Sheng Jiao to a draw.

The painted boat was shaken violently one after another like thunder.

Xi Jianglan casually took off his earrings and threw them aside. He stepped on the bent rattan whip in the air with his toes, using the force to move forward. In the silent thunder, he rushed in front of Sheng Jiao like a sharp arrow.

Sheng Jiao didn’t even blink, and the tianyan beads were about to chop down fiercely.

Xi Jianglan suddenly shouted: “Dong Rong—!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dong Rong Sword hidden on Sheng Jiao’s waist appeared instantly.

Because of the tianyan beads, Sheng Jiao rarely uses the Dong Rong Sword to fight others.

Dong Rong and Chun Yu were made from the same spiritual sword stone and were connected by spiritual power. When Xi Jianglan suddenly called it, Dong Rong flew out from Sheng Jiao’s waist in a daze and landed in Xi Jianglan’s palm with a “pop”.

Xi Jianglan didn’t even blink, a charming smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he drew his sword and slashed!

Sheng Jiao: “…”

How dare he?

Xi Jianglan dares.

While Dong Rong was still not able to react, he instantly broke through the lightning that was powerful enough to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split. When he was about to rush to Sheng Jiao’s face, he slid his five fingers across the sword blade fiercely, leaving bloodstains all over the blade.

The Dong Rong Sword finally realized that it was being used to slash its master again, and it struggled to get away.

But Xi Jianglan did not give it time. The bl00d seemed to be poisoned. A flash of bl00d appeared and it slashed toward Sheng Jiao cleanly and neatly without any mercy.

The Dong Rong Sword spirit screamed: “Ah—!”

Sheng Jiao’s pupils moved slightly. He raised his hand with a flick, and five beads showing the word “Execute” instantly appeared in front of him, suddenly colliding with the Dong Rong Sword.

Clang!

A drop of bl00d from the Dong Rong Sword fell onto Sheng Jiao’s cheek. A slight “hiss” rang out, corroding a grotesque red mark on his face.

Xi Jianglan’s bones and bl00d were filled with poison.

But Sheng Jiao didn’t even blink. His large hand reached forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye, grabbing Xi Jianglan, who had not yet retreated from midair.

There was a muffled thud.

Sheng Jiao’s strength was so immense that it was unimaginable and irresistible. He strangled Xi Jianglan’s neck in an almost cold-blooded, ruthless manner and slammed his frail body onto the ground.

The Dong Rong Sword had returned to his palm, flashing with cold light, and the tip of the sword fell straight toward Xi Jianglan’s chest.

Xi Jianglan was caught off guard, easily pinned down like a butterfly with broken wings. His back hit the ground, and he almost choked on bl00d.

Just as the Dong Rong Sword was about to fall, he suddenly spread his five fingers and formed a ball of spiritual power to block the cold sword tip.

The tip of the sword pointed downward, but was blocked by the barrier.

“Bang!” Xi Jianglan swung with such force that the Dong Rong Sword flew out of Sheng Jiao’s hand and fell messily to the ground.

Sheng Jiao’s face was icy cold, the grotesque bloodstains on the side of his face slowly healing. His lifeless eyes were filled with murderous intent, and every word he spoke was like an avalanche raging on the top of a snowy mountain, shaking the earth and the sky.

“Xi, Jue.”

“Cough…haha.” Xi Jianglan, whose life was being strangled, was still laughing. His whole body trembled with laughter. His fingers struggled to stretch forward, bit by bit, grasping Sheng Jiao’s collar.

Sheng Jiao looked down at him, his powerful and stern figure exuding an icy and oppressive feeling.

He coldly grabbed Xi Jianglan’s hand, which was up to something unknown, and spoke with an icy voice: “If you ever again…”

Xi Jianglan suddenly said: “Sheng Wuzhuo.”

Sheng Jiao was stunned.

Xi Jianglan suddenly ignored the deadly hands on his neck, pulled Sheng Jiao’s collar to lift his neck, and simultaneously pulled half of Sheng Jiao’s body down.

Sheng Jiao was stunned for a moment by being called.

When he regained his senses, a “butterfly” with the scent of osmanthus gently landed on his lips.

Sheng Jiao’s pupils contracted sharply.

Xi Jianglan gave Sheng Jiao a lingering and intimate kiss.

… He even used the tip of his bl00d-stained tongue to pry open Sheng Jiao’s tightly closed lips. Their rapid breathing intertwined, and even in this tense situation, there was a sense of ambiguity that would last until death.

A deafening hum rang in Sheng Jiao’s ears.

The sound of bl00d rushing through his body was like a trickle of water, flowing through every inch of his meridians, even making his fingertips feel numb.

The Dong Rong Sword froze, lying motionless, wishing it could die.

The one hundred and seven tianyan beads seemed to have broken off their string. They froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

At the same time, Heng Yudu and Feng Yu finally boarded the painted boat.

Feng Yu said: “They won’t really fight, will they?! Love and hate each other? Damn, this is really exciting!”

Heng Yudu furrowed his brows and said, ”The spiritual innate mark of Sheng Jiao is tricky. Regardless of his true intentions, everything must follow the principles of fairness and cannot be kept secret. I heard that tianyan beads insisted on condemning Jianglan, and with the commotion just now, they’ve probably already gone straight to the highest level…”

The voice stopped abruptly.

The wheelchair braked suddenly, and there was a harsh friction sound from the rolling of the wooden wheels and the friction with the ground. Heng Yudu was caught off guard and almost flew out uncontrollably.

The two men stared blankly at the ruins in the distance, and simultaneously stretched out their hands to the side, as if they wanted to cover each other’s eyes.

Heng Yudu: ”…”

Feng Yu: ”…”

Feng Yu suddenly turned his wheelchair backwards and said with a red face, “Fight, fight to the highest level? I’m afraid this isn’t fighting to the highest level. If we’d come a little later, they would have gone straight to the lowest level!”

Heng Yudu: ”…”

Heng Yudu was already frightened, and now he was suddenly startled by Feng Yu’s short and fierce words. He covered his heart and looked at him in surprise.

Feng Yu coughed dryly, knowing that a gentleman like Heng Yudu would not tolerate such dirty talk, so he laughed and was about to push him away when he heard Xi Jianglan’s voice from behind…

“—Listen, let it be, and protect it!”

The Glazed Bird screamed.

The spiritual power of “Changing Moon“ suddenly overflowed the entire painted boat.

The corners of Heng Yudu’s lips twitched unconsciously, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

Xi Jianglan’s lips, with a faint scent of osmanthus, forced their way into Sheng Jiao’s lips, even fearlessly entwining Sheng Jiao’s tongue. While Sheng Jiao was distracted, bl00d suddenly flowed out from the tip of his tongue, bringing with it an inexplicably sweet scent.

It doesn’t smell like bl00d, it smells more like…

Epiphyllum in full bloom.

Sheng Jiao was shocked and tried to push him away immediately.

But it was too late.

Xi Jianglan’s bl00d was extremely poisonous. Even a drop of bl00d from the tip of his tongue could cause the spiritual power of a cultivator like Sheng Jiao, who was at the half-step Mahayana stage, to stagnate for a moment.

Sheng Jiao’s pupils shrank almost to a point, his whole body was as stiff as a stone, and he pinched Xi Jianglan’s neck with his hands but he couldn’t exert any strength, and he couldn’t even retreat away.

It was clearly an intimate kiss, but their eyes were filled with ruthless calculations and cold murderous intent.

Xi Jianglan’s kiss made his waist go limp. Noticing Sheng Jiao stiffened, he finally let him go. A hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes. His pupils were unfocused and he was breathing slightly. A drop of water trickled down from his eyelashes as he blinked.

A drop of bl00d on the tip of the tongue could not control the burning sensation for too long. Xi Jianglan gasped and clenched his fingers while shaking.

With a sound of shattering glass, the five glazed jade slips given to him by Heng Yudu were crushed in his hands, scratching his smooth palms.

When he was in Tianyan Academy, Xi Jianglan always asked Heng Yudu to get the glazed bird for life-saving purposes.

When he broke Feng Yu’s Ghost Blade and was chased for thousands of miles, he used this strategy of ‘Listen, let it be, and protect it’ and forcibly tied Sheng Jiao to be his bodyguard, which saved his life.

This time, just in case, Xi Jianglan requested five ‘Changing Moon’ jade slips.

At this moment, he used them all without hesitation. Even if Sheng Jiao had great abilities, within a month, he wouldn’t be able to move a single finger against him, and would even have to submit to his control.

The shattered spiritual power of the glazed bird fell onto Sheng Jiao’s chest, and immediately transformed into overwhelming spiritual energy that bound his soul!

I have the glazed bird, I can exchange it for Changing Moon.

Sheng Jiao trembled all over, his gaze coldly fixed on Xi Jianglan.

After ‘Changing Moon’ took effect, Xi Jianglan no longer had to worry about his life. He fell weakly to the floor, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, and he could no longer hold back a muffled laugh.

His messy black hair sprawled across the floor, and thick snow mixed with the bl00d stains on his red robes, resembling black vines blooming with dazzling, poisonous flowers.

Beautiful and terrifying.

With Xi Jianglan’s current spiritual power alone, he was unable to kill Sheng Jiao here.

This month of ‘Listen, let it be, and protect it’ was enough for Xi Jianglan to go to Zhongzhou safely under Sheng Jiao’s forced protection, find Ying Qiao’er, and uncover the culprit behind the slaughter of the Xi family.

This was the other path he had chosen.

Six years later, Sheng Jiao, who thought he had planned everything out, was again schemed against by Xi Jianglan in the same way. His face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip from it, and he looked coldly at Xi Jianglan beneath him.

“Sect Leader Sheng,” Xi Jianglan lazily opened his narrow eyes and said with a smile, “I don’t like your hands. There are so many sword calluses on them, which makes me uncomfortable. Can you let it touch somewhere else?”

Sheng Jiao: ”…”

Sheng Jiao’s jaw was clenched and his eyes were as cold as a sudden snowstorm.

“Xi Jue—”

“I’m here.” Xi Jianglan narrowed his eyes to identify his lips and said with a playful smile, “But I advise Sect Leader Sheng to be polite to me, otherwise, I will go crazy and use ‘Changing Moon’ to do something humiliating and tarnishing the innocence of Lord Tiandao.”

Sheng Jiao looked at him coldly.

Xi Jianglan smiled, raised his hand to push away Sheng Jiao’s hand, which no longer had any deterrent power, and slightly propped up his upper body. He moved closer to Sheng Jiao and said softly, “Or is it that Sect Leader Sheng has gotten addicted to the taste and has already…”

Before he could finish his vague and lustful words, Xi Jianglan came forward without blinking and kissed Sheng Jiao openly again.

Sheng Jiao stood up suddenly!

He was probably very angry, and every tianyan bead scattered on the ground was shaking, but his face was still as cold as ice, and his eyes were dark, as if he could kill people at any time and anywhere.

Xi Jianglan lay on the ground and laughed.

He licked the corner of his lips and felt as if he had bitten into a mouthful of ice chips, which was so cold that the tip of his tongue was numb.

Sheng Jiao turned away.

Xi Jianglan stared at Sheng Jiao’s back as he turned his back to him, and suddenly he dug out a rare bit of true heart from the pile of disguised dirty hearts and false hypocrisy.

If it weren’t for tianyan, they might not be like this now. Every time they met, they were filled with hypocritical calculations that made him sick.

But in the end…

Xi Jianglan was stunned and thought to himself: “I have to survive after all.”

Sheng Jiao wiped the bl00d from the corner of his lips with a sullen face, and walked forward a few steps before he noticed someone coming into the houseboat.

Heng Yudu and Feng Yu were sitting and standing, respectively, each stretching out their hands to block the other’s eyes, their faces filled with a numb expression of “Don’t look at anything inappropriate, ugh.”

Sheng Jiao: ”…”

Feng Yu felt a gaze like an icy knife scraping at him fiercely. He quickly pulled Heng Yudu’s hand down and pointed two fingers to the sky with a serious face.

“We swear we didn’t see anything. Sect Leader Sheng, please don’t kill us.”

After seeing this great fun, Feng Yu was so excited that he almost went crazy, but he also knew that to watch Sheng Jiao’s fun, one had to be strong.

The tianyan beads on the ground were instantly pulled by the lightning, quickly forming a string of beads that were wrapped around Sheng Jiao’s wrist.

Sheng Jiao didn’t say anything, but just glared at Heng Yudu coldly.

Heng Yudu didn’t expect that the Changing Moon he gave to Xi Jianglan would be used on his good friend. He felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, feeling guilty and silent.

Sheng Jiao withdrew his gaze, too lazy to even open his mouth, using his spiritual power to project his voice.

“There are other innate mark paintings in Hezhou City. Find them all and return them.”

Sheng Jiao had already realized that he had clearly been used as a pawn in the transaction of the innate marks of the Evil Qi Road and Hezhou City, but he didn’t mind.

The Tianyan Spiritual Vein is monopolized by the major families in Zhongzhou. If there is someone in Evil Qi Road who buys and sells the spiritual veins privately, it will not benefit the Zhongzhou families at all.

Feng Yu said angrily: “Hey, you think I’m your subordinate, where is that little idiot Shang Yuan?”

Sheng Jiao clenched his five fingers tightly, and the tianyan bead kept spinning around his wrist in the air, as if… he was very angry?

Heng Yudu knew the personalities of everyone in Zhuxingzhai very well. He stared at Sheng Jiao cautiously for a long time, wondering if he was angry about being forced to kiss him, or was he angry and ashamed because Xi Jianglan had once again tricked him with Changing Moon?

It’s a bit hard to understand.

Sheng Jiao was probably so angry that he didn’t want to say a word and just let Feng Yu chatter on.

Heng Yudu knew he was in the wrong, but he was willing to make this trip for him. He secretly tugged at Feng Yu’s sleeve, thinking to himself that he should shut up.

Feng Yu didn’t understand and turned around to glare at him.

“Okay, I’ll make this trip for you.” Heng Yudu said gently, “Then Jianglan…”

He wanted to remind Xi Jianglan a few words, but Sheng Jiao’s cultivation was higher than his, and if he tried to send a message, it would definitely be discovered, so he had to hold back and said softly: “Jianglan used the “Abandoned Immortal Bone”, and after the effect of that thing wears off, I’m afraid there will be… ten days! … The period of severe injury, you can directly take him to the Medicine Sect to find the Little Poison, and see if you can cure him and let him suffer less.”

Sheng Jiao raised his hand and pointed, signaling him to leave quickly and stop getting in the way.

Heng Yudu sighed silently, and said to Xi Jianglan who stood up slowly and stumbled and fell down again: “Jianglan, there are still… ten days!!… until Tianyan Academy’s enrollment ends.”

Xi Jianglan had finally found a life-saving talisman. He was in a very good mood at the moment. He was supporting his body and crawling slowly, his hands constantly groping on the ground, as if he was looking for something.

He raised his head to make out Heng Yudu’s lip movements but missed the subtle hint in his words. Smiling brightly, he said, ”Got it.”

Heng Yudu: ”…”

Did he catch my hint or not?

“Changing Moon” can only be effective for Sheng Jiao for ten days. If Xi Jianglan is completely unaware and is still courting death after ten days, then…

The outcome would be rather tragic, and Heng Yudu didn’t want to witness it.

Heng Yudu was shoved aside by a grumbling Feng Yu, but after a moment of hesitation, he still couldn’t bear it. He decided to send a voice transmission to Xi Jianglan as a last-ditch effort.

“Jianglan, the effect of Changing Moon on Sheng Jiao will only last for ten days. Be careful and don’t offend him too much.”

Sheng Jiao gave him a cold look.

Heng Yudu pretended not to notice and nervously glanced at Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan had been afraid that Sheng Jiao would use thunder sounds to deal with him, so he had specifically taken off his earrings. At this moment, he had just found them in the corner, adjusted them for a while, and then put them back on his ears.

The sounds around him flooded back.

Noticing Heng Yudu’s gaze, Xi Jianglan asked in confusion: “Huh? What’s wrong?”

What did he miss?

Heng Yudu: ”…”

Did you hear it or not?!

Sheng Jiao’s eyes were murderous, so Heng Yudu had no choice but to walk away, looking back every few steps.

Xi Jianglan didn’t understand why. He just felt that after not seeing him for six years, old nanny Heng became more and more nagging. The look in his eyes when he was leaving seemed like he was seeing him for the last time, his face full of reluctance and sympathy.

So kind.

As Feng Yu, who was grumbling, and Heng Yudu, who looked so kind-hearted, left, the entire cold painted boat was left with only Xi Jianglan and Sheng Jiao.

Looking at Sheng Jiao, who stood as tall as a pine tree in the heavy snow, Xi Jianglan’s eyes curved into a smile as he said, “Master Sheng, I can’t stand up anymore. Could you please take the trouble to carry me away?”

Sheng Jiao cast a cold glance at him.

Xi Jianglan, fearless, arrogantly looked back at him.

But the legs under the robe were trying hard to stop shaking, as if they were enduring the pain.

Sheng Jiao took a deep breath.

If Changing Moon had been used during a fight, he would definitely be able to shatter the spiritual power and avoid Heng Yudu’s control of words, but this glazed jade slip was entirely different from the cage or the glazed sword used during an attack.

No matter how much Sheng Jiao resisted, his soul trapped in “Changing Moon” could not help but obey Xi Jianglan’s words.

This is the terrifying thing about the spiritual level innate marks.

Sheng Jiao walked up to Xi Jianglan with an expressionless face, leaned over and held him horizontally in his broad arms.

Xi Jianglan had a bright face, and upon closer inspection, there was still a faint red mark on his cheek from a cat’s claw. When he smiled, he had an innocent, youthful charm.

His calves hung by his side, and he really seemed unable to move.

Sheng Jiao was startled and looked down at him.

Xi Jianglan kicked his calves vigorously, his face pale but still smiling at him: “Hee!”

Sheng Jiao: ”…”

Flower House → is a Brothel.

Tianyan → means Heaven.

Lord Tiandao → Lord of the Heavenly Way.

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Guys, I need help because I’ve been recently thinking about keeping the original names of the abilities, for example, Changing Moon as Huan Ming Yue, Innate Mark as Xiangwen, Way of Heaven of Sheng Jiao as Kan Tian Dao, Ghostly Sound of Feng Yu as Gui Yin, Yan Xiazhi of Ying Zhuo… Do you think this would be better??? I need your feedbackkkkk. To simplify for you, in ”What do you think?” if you agree, you can vote “upvote” for “Yes,” and if you disagree, “Angry” for “No.” THANK YOU!!