Ji Yinyin tried calling out twice more, and saw Li Jiujiu’s body tremble slightly, then she too woke up.
After Li Jiujiu woke up, she saw that everyone was confined in this desolate house, and was evidently startled.
Unexpectedly, Chi Wenyan’s abilities were so formidable that the cultivators who accompanied him all fell, caught by a mortal.
The house was clearly long neglected; the tiles on the roof had holes, letting in drafts, the ground was littered with stones and overgrown with weeds, occasionally a rat would scuttle past, making the scene desolate and eerie.
Li Jiujiu surveyed the surroundings and discovered that under a pile of stones and wild grass lay the three people who sought shelter from the rain at midnight last night, still unconscious.
For so reason, in such a despairing environnt, the more Li Jiujiu looked at the comatose Ji Xinnian, the more settled her heart beca.
If Bai Zhanji and Ji Yinyin had underestimated mortals due to their arrogance, it was normal to be trapped like this.
But last night, Ji Xinnian was evidently wary and suspicious of Chi Wenyan and even warned her to be careful.
How did he end up tightly bound and captured here?
Li Jiujiu had a feeling that Ji Xinnian was no less complex than Chi Wenyan.
Seeing Ji Yinyin looking on the verge of tears, far from her usual arrogance, Li Jiujiu found it amusing:
"Why are you crying? There’s always a way out. We might not be dood."
"Either Li Immortal has a relaxed mindset, or cultivators are truly arrogant, thinking they’re invincible in the presence of mortals?"
Chi Wenyan sat on a stone, beside a campfire, dispersing so of the cold and dampness of the night.
Beside his leg lay a black ancient sword Li Jiujiu had seen him with before.
A pot hung over the fire, simring with so unknown thing, emitting a warm and fragrant aroma of at soup.
His wife, Hui Wuniang, lay on one side of the fire, with bloodstains on her skirt, her hair disheveled, her breathing weak.
Clearly, if she did not receive treatnt tonight, she might not survive.
Not far from him stood two people with blank, rigid expressions, their eyes gleaming with a red-orange light, keeping watch over an unconscious woman in white.
The woman in white had her dark hair spread out, covering her face, so her features were unclear.
But Li Jiujiu recognized from her clothing that she was not one of the cultivators who ca with them.
Thinking to herself, it must be one of the unfortunate ones who took on Yundu Villa’s commission and got caught in Chi Wenyan’s trap.
"Gurgle..."
Ji Yinyin, having not eaten all day, heard the sll of the at soup wafting in the air, and her stomach grumbled uncontrollably.
Li Jiujiu was completely untempted, having recognized the scent, knowing well where the broth’s ingredients ca from, feeling only a chill and nausea in her stomach.
"Looks like Miss Ji is hungry." By the fire, Chi Wenyan’s face was gently lit by the flas, appearing warm and soft.
But Li Jiujiu knew it was all an illusion ant to deceive others.
Only a nobleman could wield a scholar’s gentle hand so delicately stirring the pot with a long ladle.
Chi Wenyan smiled serenely and kindly, like a husband tending lovingly to his wife’s al at night.
"But this soup is specially prepared for Li Immortal. I’m afraid Miss Ji won’t get to enjoy it."
Ji Yinyin spat in disdain: "Who wants your soup? Stay the hell away from !"
Yet inside, she felt very aggrieved.
Why did everyone favor Li Jiujiu, even such an insidious person offered her preferential treatnt?
Li Jiujiu perceived Ji Yinyin’s jealousy and couldn’t help saying: "Miss Yinyin, don’t think he’s favoring , do you know what’s brewed in that soup?"
Chi Wenyan chuckled aloud, using the stick in his hand to lift the hem of Hui Wuniang’s skirt:
"My wife was disobedient today, so she has to suffer a little to rember her lesson."
Ji Yinyin’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the hideous scar on Hui Wuniang’s calf, then back at Li Jiujiu.
Li Jiujiu’s gaze showed a trace of sympathy, nodding at Ji Yinyin.
Suddenly, a surge of bitterness from her stomach rushed to Ji Yinyin’s head, and she only managed not to vomit by sheer will.
She trembled all over, uncertain if it was from anger or fear: "You devil, you’re not even human..."
The young disciples who were in a stupor also gradually awoke, each bewildered, angry, and terrified by the situation.
So tried to threaten, others openly derided Chi Wenyan’s actions and cursed him as mad.
A few calm cultivators realized the gravity of their predicant, their faces pale, remaining silent.
Li Jiujiu noticed that the two won and one man beneath the stone pile were awake too, showing no signs of stiffening, just appearing weak, likely due to ordinary sedatives.
It seed that the peculiar toxic aroma was precious to Chi Wenyan; he was reluctant to use it to knock out ordinary mortals without cultivation.
Thinking this, Li Jiujiu observed the trio more closely, the strange notion in her mind growing stronger.
When ordinary people wake up to find themselves imprisoned, they usually react like those cultivators, fearful and angry.
But those three were far too calm, as if they had just woken up at ho, watching everything quietly.
For so reason, seeing this scene emboldened Li Jiujiu even more.
She asked Ji Yinyin: "How did you get caught too, and Hui Wuniang’s child, you...?"
Ji Yinyin sighed: "I see it now. Chi Wenyan never intended harm to that child, and the child isn’t a monster at all; it was all his act!
If I’m right, the child wasn’t born because of any evil influence, but because Hui Wuniang tried desperately to protect her child, delaying the birth.
Chi Wenyan wanted to use the child to brew Spiritual Wine to please soone important.
Hui Wuniang knew she couldn’t win against him, so she decided to perish together and aborted the child, enraging Chi Wenyan.
Chi Wenyan poisoned our tea, and without realizing, we ended up in this situation."
Hui Wuniang actually aborted her own child.
Upon hearing this, Li Jiujiu felt waves of emotion and increased loathing for Chi Wenyan.
At this mont, the sound of bamboo knocking ca from outside the door.
Sitting in front of the fire, Chi Wenyan’s face stiffened, unable to maintain his fake smile, his expression turned respectful and solemn, hastily getting up to greet.
"Since the great one is arriving, how dare I trouble you with the villa’s bamboo-knocking custom, I deserve to die for this."
The wind roared, and the two decrepit doors of the desolate house were flung open with a crash.
A tall man in black walked in, his appearance unremarkable, but his eyes carried a deep charm.
He glanced around at the captives in the desolate house.
Apparently disinterested in them, the man withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "Mr. Chi, will you be breaking your promise with this year?"
Chi Wenyan, seeing his disinterested deanor, felt a pang of fear that things were spiraling out of his control.
He was completely indifferent to these cultivators?
Chi Wenyan could only press on nervously: "This year... there were so unexpected circumstances. This woman was exceptionally fierce; I didn’t expect her to kill her child."
The man said: "Isn’t this due to your arrogance?"
Chi Wenyan quickly bowed his head.
The man gave him a look and continued: "You only know of the six desires, underestimating the seven emotions. Being misled by the seven emotions is indeed normal.
Very well, since you cannot provide the materials for the Spiritual Wine this year, I will co again next year to collect it."
With that, he was ready to turn and leave.
Chi Wenyan panicked imdiately, rushing to stop him: "Please wait, sir! If you leave today, I’m afraid I won’t last until next year."
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