novelapdf Chapter 108 Yuexin's Night Visit, Part 2
Chapter 108 Yuexin's Night Visit, Part 2
Chapter 108 Yuexin Comes at Night, Second Update
"Possession?"
Jiang Mu curiously observed the woman in front of him whose demeanor had changed drastically.
Nan Zhi smiled and shook her head: "It's just a very simple possession trick. It might work against ordinary people, but it's useless against a cultivator like Hall Master Jiang."
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"If I'm not mistaken,"
Jiang Mu's gaze was piercing. "To unleash this kind of possession-based manipulation technique, your true body—shouldn't be too far from here, right? Perhaps, somewhere nearby?"
Nan Zhi nodded slightly, a hint of provocation in her voice: "That's right, I'm nearby. Hall Master Jiang, should we send someone to search and find me?"
"Never mind."
Jiang Mu shrugged, looking uninterested. "Someone who could infiltrate the Demon Slayer Division's prison, kill Shen Wanhai, and escape unscathed—even if I, a mere hall master, managed to find him, I probably couldn't hold him. Why waste my energy?"
"That's a real shame."
Nan Zhi giggled, her eyes sparkling, "I was thinking that if Hall Master Jiang really has the ability to find it, I will definitely reward you handsomely and give you a special gift."
Jiang Mu sneered, "I bet this gift is your body, right? After all, judging from your behavior, you were born to be a prostitute. Besides this, what else can you offer that's presentable?"
Nan Zhi's smile froze, and a hint of cold anger flashed in her eyes.
She abandoned her coquettish demeanor, her voice turning cold: "Jiang Mu, today's events are a warning and a test for you. You must understand that my Red Umbrella Sect can elevate you to a high position, but it can also drag you into hell!"
Last time you killed my two incompetent henchmen, I don't blame you; trash deserves to die. But I hope—
Don't let me down.
Jiang Mu replied indifferently, "I don't understand what you're saying. Since I, Jiang Mu, am receiving the emperor's bounty, it is my duty to share the emperor's burdens and vanquish demons for the people."
Who do you think you are, daring to threaten an official of the imperial court?
Nan Zhi scoffed, her eyes full of mockery: "You don't naively think that our Red Umbrella Sect can control you with a small Na Yin Stone, do you?"
Jiang Mu, once you boarded this ship, there was no turning back. If this ship sinks, you'll perish with it!
"Oh? Is that so?"
Jiang Mu revealed a playful smile, "Then I really want to see how you're going to manipulate me."
Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint appeared.
Jiang Mu raised his hand and waved it, the gleaming blade flashing like lightning.
Before the mockery on Nan Zhi's face could fully transform into astonishment, the blade's gleam reflected in her pupils magnified infinitely.
"Pfft—"
The blade grazed across her slender, fair neck.
A head separated from the body and was thrown upwards into the air.
The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground, the blood gushing from its neck cavity staining the bed red.
Damn it, do you really think I'm easily scared?
at the same time.
Inside a secluded courtyard, in a side room.
The alluring woman, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, suddenly opened her eyes, her body swayed violently, and she instinctively covered her neck, her face ashen and covered in cold sweat.
"Damn brat! You're asking for it!"
Nan Zhi's beautiful face was covered with frost, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Upon seeing this, a woman standing nearby quickly stepped forward, took out a longan-sized, vermilion-colored pill from her bosom, and offered it to Nan Zhi's lips.
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Nan Zhi opened her mouth and swallowed the pill.
After a moment of rest, his complexion regained some of its rosy hue.
"Guardian, that man surnamed Jiang is unwilling to serve us?" the woman asked in a low voice.
Nan Zhi stood up, walked to the window, and said with a sinister look in her eyes, "Young and impetuous, arrogant and conceited, he doesn't take anyone seriously. This guy is indeed a tough nut to crack."
The maid frowned: "Should we just destroy him? To prevent him from becoming a future problem."
"There's no rush yet."
Nan Zhi waved her hand, "This kid is exceptionally talented and indeed has great potential. It would be a shame to ruin him like this."
Since he's so arrogant and doesn't know our capabilities, let's teach him a lesson.
She turned around, her eyes flashing with a cold light: "He will be heading to Yancheng in two days."
When we get there, I'll give him some big gifts so he can see for himself what happens to disobedient people!
No matter how tough his bones are, or how wild his personality, he is still just a human being.
Humans experience fear and apprehension. Once they've been afraid and experienced pain, they'll naturally learn to be obedient and compliant.
Jiang Mu didn't look at the corpse on the ground and walked out of the house calmly.
Zhang Dasui stood guard outside the courtyard gate. Jiang Mu walked up to him and said calmly, "That woman was infected by a demon and became a demon. She has already been killed. Go and dispose of the body, then go to the yamen to close the case."
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Zhang Daxiao's eyelids twitched, and he respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Yes, your humble servant understands."
Jiang Mu flicked the blood off the blade and casually grabbed a tattered piece of clothing drying in the yard to wipe the blade clean.
Sheathing his sword, he looked at Zhang Daxiao: "Do you hate me?"
Zhang Daxiao was startled and hurriedly shook his head: "No! This subordinate had no such intention! It's just—it's just that I think it's better for this subordinate to handle this kind of thing."
Jiang Mu patted his shoulder: "If I asked you to kill her, given your personality, you would probably feel depressed and guilty for a long time."
We're about to go to Yancheng on a mission, and the worst thing we can do is be distracted or emotionally unstable. I'm the best person to handle things that could affect my performance.
Jiang Mu patted his shoulder, her tone softening slightly, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, good women are everywhere. Take your time, you'll eventually meet someone who truly cares for you."
After saying that, Jiang Mu turned and left.
Zhang Daxiao watched Jiang Mu leave, a warm feeling welling up in his heart, and he let out a long sigh.
He turned to look at the head peeking out from the alley entrance and said irritably, "Alright, stop hiding. You forced me to come and kill that woman just to make me prove my loyalty to the lord, didn't you? Are you satisfied now? You really think the lord can't see through it?"
"hey-hey----"
Zhang Xiaokui chuckled sheepishly as he peeked out from around the corner, scratching his head as he walked out. "Brother, I'm just scared. I'm afraid the leader will think you're still entangled with that slut, and then he'll kick us brothers out of the Eighth Hall."
Brother, I'm not trying to be cunning, it's just that that bitch really doesn't deserve your sadness.
Zhang Daxiao didn't say anything, turned around and went into the house to deal with the body.
Zhang Xiaokui followed behind, still chattering: "Brother, do you know why Sister Ying'er suddenly ran up the mountain back then? Actually, she wanted to give it to you..."
"Alright, that's enough."
Zhang Daxiao interrupted him, "There are some things that, if you don't know—maybe it will make you feel better for the rest of your life."
Zhang Xiao Kui watched his brother's lonely figure and obediently shut his mouth.
Life is a jigsaw puzzle made up of countless regrets, each piece stored in the box of memories.
Some memories fade and turn yellow with the passage of time.
Some, however, are like old scars; even if you don't touch them, they will still ache faintly on rainy days.
Perhaps, being oblivious is also a form of compassion.
Jiang Mu returned home and walked under the eaves.
Bai Xiang was sitting in a wicker chair reading a book. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her, creating a serene and beautiful scene.
Jiang Mu walked over and suddenly said with a sorrowful expression, "Xiang'er, your master is saying goodbye to you forever."
Bai Xiang didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to look at the pages of the book in her hands.
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She was already used to her husband's occasional erratic and dramatic behavior, and had developed the ability to automatically filter it out.
"Years will pass, and all the beautiful days and scenes will be in vain. Even if I have a thousand kinds of feelings, to whom can I speak of them?"
Jiang Mu stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply.
Bai Xiang's beautiful eyes lit up, and she finally looked up at the man.
This guy, though unserious, occasionally spouts some amazing lines of poetry, showing he does have some talent.
"Come, get up and let the master sit down."
Jiang Mu didn't stand on ceremony and directly reached out to shoo them away.
Bai Xiang pouted, ignored him, and continued reading her book.
Jiang Mu wasn't buying it. He grabbed the woman and pulled her up, then plopped down on the still-warm wicker chair.
Bai Xiang gritted her teeth, glared at him, and turned to sit on another chair next to her.
"come over."
Jiang Mu suddenly opened his arms, looking like a rogue, "Let the master hold me for a while. This trip to Yancheng to slay the demon was extremely dangerous. I don't know if I'll be able to come back alive, and I don't know how long it will be before I can see you again."
Let's hug each other as much as we want right now, otherwise it would be such a waste if they didn't come back.
Bai Xiang rolled her eyes playfully.
She usually tolerated him occasionally putting his arm around her waist or hugging her from behind.
Should I sit right in his lap now?
Think beautiful!
Absolutely impossible!
Seeing that she remained unmoved, Jiang Mu said seriously, "Before I leave, I will write a poem for you."
I've already drafted half of the poem in my mind, but I always feel like it's missing a bit of artistic conception and inspiration—hmm, holding you in my arms, maybe inspiration will flow like a spring, and the second half will be done immediately.
Hurry up and stop dawdling, or your inspiration will run out and you'll forget even the half of what you've already thought of.
Poetry?
Bai Xiangfang's heart stirred again.
Thinking of the beautiful verses Jiang Mu had recited earlier, his skill was indeed extraordinary.
She hesitated.
Seeing that she was still dawdling, Jiang Mu was speechless: "You're not losing out. Whether I hug you once a day or hug you for a long time at once, isn't the total amount the same?"
Just like whether you eat three meals a day or nine meals at once, in the end, they all end up in your stomach, right?
I'm going on a long trip now and won't be able to hug you for many days. Is there any problem with me using up my future share in advance and enjoying it all together?
"You call yourself our housekeeper? Can't you even do such a simple and straightforward calculation?"
The woman listened, stunned.
After he circled things around like that, and thinking about it carefully—it actually makes a lot of sense?
Since I'm being carried by him anyway, there doesn't seem to be any real difference.
It's simply a matter of time and posture.
Just as she was hesitating, Jiang Mu lost his patience, stood up, grabbed her wrist, and with a little force, pulled her soft and light body into his arms.
He naturally wrapped his arms around her slender waist and gently placed her on his lap.
"She's so fussy and indecisive, like a woman. It's true."
Jiang Mu complained.
Bai Xiang gritted her teeth in his arms: I am a woman, okay!
But since he's already holding her in his arms, struggling would only seem coy.
She relaxed, adjusted to a more comfortable position, then raised her slender hand and gestured, asking:
Where are the poems you wrote for me?
"Don't rush, don't rush, the master is still brewing, searching for the final inspiration."
Jiang Mu gently rested his chin on the top of her smooth hair, smelling the faint scent of soap wafting from her hair, and suddenly felt a little sentimental.
Normally, we would just stand and casually hug each other, but this was the first time I had ever held her soft, warm body completely in my arms and let her sit on my lap like this.
The delicate body in my arms was even lighter and softer than I had imagined.
It felt like holding a warm, fragrant jade.
Jiang Mu hugged her tighter, bringing her closer to his chest.
He pondered for a moment, then gazed at the horizon and slowly recited: "Last night's stars, last night's wind, the painted pavilion to the west, the cassia hall to the east. Though I lack the wings of a colorful phoenix to fly with you, our hearts are connected by a single thread of understanding."
As the man uttered his last word, Bai Xiang's expression froze.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and her beautiful eyes rippled with emotion.
He seemed to be frozen in place.
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
Jiang Mu lowered his head, looking at the woman in his arms in a daze, a smile playing on his lips, and asked softly, "Between you and me, wouldn't you say we're—of perfect understanding?"
Bai Xiang did not answer, still immersed in the shock and lingering charm of the poem, gazing dreamily at the drifting clouds in the sky.
Jiang Mu hugged her even tighter.
The two of them sat quietly together under the eaves.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves and flowers in the courtyard, and sunlight filtered through the dappled shadows, falling on the two of them.
As light and shadow intertwine, time seems to slow down considerably at this moment.
Peaceful times and a stable world—this is probably what it looks like.
Perhaps it was because of the impending farewell, or perhaps it was the poem "Hearts in Harmony" that touched her heartstrings, but in the afternoon, Bai Xiang surprisingly displayed an amazing passion for cooking.
He even went to a restaurant to buy the finest wine to drink with his master.
It was still early after dinner.
Jiang Mu, having nothing to do, suddenly remembered the playing cards he used to play in his previous life. On a whim, he found some cardboard, carefully drew patterns on it with pen and ink, and made a simple deck of cards.
Bai Xiang and Yuan Aqing had never seen such a novel thing before, so they gathered around the table and watched him play with it with curiosity.
Jiang Mu explained the simplified rules of "Dou Dizhu" to them.
The two girls were initially confused, but after Jiang Mu guided them through two rounds, they gradually figured out how to play.
They found it very interesting and quickly became addicted.
However, the two newbies were no match for Jiang Mu, a seasoned veteran.
Unless you're incredibly lucky and get a perfect hand, whether you're the landlord or a peasant, you'll only be mercilessly crushed by Jiang Mu and utterly defeated.
While Jiang Mu was dominating the battlefield, he didn't forget to shake his head and offer advice, his words full of smugness and teasing.
At first, Bai Xiang was able to remain calm, but after losing several times in a row, seeing Jiang Mu's smug face, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She started secretly switching cards with Yuan Aqing when Jiang Mu wasn't paying attention.
Even if I am the landlord, I will still change the place and put an end to the arrogance of this Jiang fellow!
Yuan Aqing was stunned by Bai Xiang's blatant cheating. Her face flushed red instantly, and she was at a loss for what to do.
She dared not refuse Bai Xiang, yet feared being discovered by the master; her heart was in turmoil.
Every time Bai Xiang secretly switched the cards, she would look around nervously, either covering her face with her sleeve or pretending to cough. She could come up with eighteen different fake actions to cover it up.
However, Yuan Aqing's heart ultimately belonged to her master.
Watching her husband lose several games in a row because of his sudden "luck," she felt a strong sense of guilt.
So she started secretly slipping the good cards to the master again.
Even when he was a landlord, he still had to send the princes and princesses to the master.
After playing around with Bai Xiang and the others, Jiang Mu went back to her room to sleep.
Before going to sleep, he placed two fingers on the space between his eyebrows, entering the spiritual acupoint of Lady Peach Blossom, and began to comprehend her Dao.
Unfortunately, the frozen door remained unmoved, and there was still no clue.
In the middle of the night, a frustrated Jiang Mu exited the Dao Mansion Realm. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that there was another person in the room.
A delicate and pretty young girl was floating above him.
To be precise, she was sitting in mid-air, seemingly supported by an illusory fox tail behind her.
Her right leg was crossed over her left, and one of her tiny, snow-white feet tapped lightly in the air, barely touching the ground.
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It was only three inches away from Jiang Mu's nose.
The bellflowers, which look like drooping heads, sway in the wind, or like half-suspended swings swaying in the air.
She looked at him with a smile: "I heard that your parents appeared in your dream and asked you to change your name, is that right?"
Jiang Mu asked, "Can I lick it?"
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