Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 29

The chaotic thoughts gradually transformed into a genuine sense of pain, pounding in Yan Ling’s mind until it was a buzzing blur. She felt everything before her eyes appear as phantoms. For a certain moment, she even began to wonder why she was in this place.

But at this time, Jiang Shu, who had already performed another divination, could not hold back.

Not knowing what he had foreseen, he grabbed all the human figures and stuffed them into his sleeve, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Yan Ling only felt a figure flash past her. She subconsciously moved to block him. When she regained her senses, Jiang Shu was already pinned under her foot, and her presence was naturally exposed to him.

Jiang Shu was so terrified his whole face turned pale: “You, you can’t kill me! You can’t kill me!”

Yan Ling looked down, her gaze seemingly fixed on his face, but her thoughts were not there at all.

Seeing that she didn’t speak, Jiang Shu thought his warning had worked and continued: “I, as the Sect Master of the Yun family, carry great merit. If, if you dare to touch me, you will inevitably incur the wrath of the Heavenly Dao. Lightly, your cultivation will be damaged; severely, your life will be in peril.

“I, I advise you to release me immediately.”

Yan Ling was brought back to her senses by his words.

She slightly lessened the pressure on her foot, looked at Jiang Shu, and sneered: “The passage to the Human Realm is closed, and there is no way for cultivators to advance their cultivation anymore. How can you accumulate merit?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Shu’s face was not just pale, but a mix of ashen and green.

“In short, you can’t kill, cough, you can’t kill me.”

After this confrontation, Yan Ling also calmed down a lot.

She assessed Jiang Shu, frowned slightly in thought, and simply retreated to the table, finding a chair to sit on casually.

Freed from her control, Jiang Shu also climbed up from the ground, clutching his chest.

Yan Ling tapped the table: “I want to know the current situation of the Yun Sect.”

Jiang Shu blinked.

He had been shrewd since childhood, otherwise, he wouldn’t have successfully usurped the position after eliminating the master who raised him. Observing Yan Ling’s expression at this moment, he actually discovered a fact that somewhat defied logic—

Yan Ling didn’t seem to want to kill him.

This was very strange. Logically speaking, if the other party was truly the helper Yun Ji had found, shouldn’t she be eager to chop him into a thousand pieces? Why this attitude?

Jiang Shu quickly realized that this strange attitude of hers was probably his way out. No wonder the divination showed that the path to life and the path to death were in the same direction!

He carefully hid his thoughts, cleared his throat, and honestly said: “I, I dare not hide anything from the Immortal Master. Since I took over, I have been conscientious and self-disciplined. Now, everyone in the sect is friendly, much better than before.”

Yan Ling scoffed.

She asked: “So, most people simply don’t know the fact that you deceived your master and annihilated your ancestors?”

Jiang Shu’s expression almost cracked: “Regarding this matter… actually, Yun Ji misunderstood.” He secretly glanced at Yan Ling: “You are a guest invited by Yun Ji, right? She left the sect without permission, and I also sent people to look for her, but there has been no news.

“Back then, Master passed away due to being depressed over the current state of cultivation. She always thought I murdered the master and seized the position. This matter, this matter I never had the chance to explain to her…”

“Heh.” Yan Ling didn’t speak, but just turned the silver bell on her wrist.

The next moment, Jiang Shu was lifted as if something was choking his neck. He was suspended in mid-air, only able to kick his legs constantly.

Cultivators of merit were not good at combat, let alone facing a great master like Yan Ling. He had no possibility of resistance whatsoever.

“Are you going to continue to fool me?” Yan Ling asked.

Jiang Shu struggled constantly: “Mm, ugh, I, I wouldn’t dare… mm, Immortal Master spare me, spare me…”

Yan Ling waved her hand, and Jiang Shu, who was almost suffocated, was put down.

He knelt on the ground, gasping for air for a while, and finally looked at Yan Ling with fear: “Immortal Master, if you don’t believe me, I can take you to see the evidence.” He coughed, and managed to stand up: “Master left behind many relics before his passing, which Yun Ji never saw. If you come with me to take a look, you will know the truth.”

Yan Ling looked at him meaningfully.

The hairs on Jiang Shu’s back stood up, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

Just when he thought his clumsy trick was about to be exposed on the spot, he heard Yan Ling nod and say, “Good.” Jiang Shu was too shocked, thinking he had misheard, and stood rooted to the spot.

Yan Ling actively stood up: “Didn’t you say…”

She walked up to Jiang Shu: “You were going to take me to see the evidence?”

“Ah… oh oh, yes!” Jiang Shu snapped back to attention.

He quickly bent down, making a guiding gesture: “You, please follow me.”

Yan Ling nodded.

The two entered the second floor of the small building. Led by Jiang Shu, they arrived at a secret chamber, and then descended the hidden stone steps in the center of the chamber, all the way to a secluded underground space.

After walking for a while, Jiang Shu stopped in front of a stone room: “Master’s body is here.”

Yan Ling: “Not interred?”

Jiang Shu awkwardly rubbed his hands: “Yun Ji hasn’t returned, and without her, his own daughter, we dare not inter Master.”

As he spoke, he motioned for Yan Ling to enter the stone room: “Master’s relics are also placed inside. Please take a look, Immortal Master.” Fearing Yan Ling might refuse, he added unnecessarily: “They, they are just some small things for Yun Ji.”

Yan Ling just glanced at him coldly, then followed closely behind Jiang Shu into the room.

Jiang Shu ignored his Master’s body and went straight to a nearby table. With his back to Yan Ling, he fiddled with something, talking to stall for time: “Junior Sister left, um, I mean after Yun Ji left, everyone in the sect missed her very much, fearing she might suffer some hardship outside. Now that we know she has been under the protection of the Immortal Master during this time, we can rest assured…

“Uh, Immortal Master, this is the Stardust Powder left by Master for Junior Sister. It has the effect of boosting cultivation and stabilizing the realm. Can you help me give it to her?”

Yan Ling walked over.

Just when she was two steps away from Jiang Shu, he suddenly turned around and violently scattered a handful of black and white powder onto her face.

For someone like Jiang Shu, this might have been a lightning-fast moment, but what he didn’t know was that in Yan Ling’s eyes, this method was so clumsy it made her want to laugh.

If she wanted to, during the time it took for Jiang Shu to turn around and attack her, she could have easily dodged and killed Jiang Shu three hundred times over.

But she didn’t.

Facing the poisonous dust that she could have effortlessly avoided, Yan Ling made no move.

At a certain moment, a crazy thought even flashed through her mind—Go meet it, isn’t this what you want? Hurry! Go meet it!

She didn’t know why she had such a crazy thought, but fortunately, she wasn’t completely coerced by it.

She just stood there, unmoving, watching the dust waft onto her face, inhaled into her lungs and vital organs.

The moment an abnormal heat surged through her body, her mind relaxed instead. She felt light and airy, infinitely lighter than when she first arrived. Soon, the image of Shi Yunji’s face appeared uncontrollably in her mind, followed by the bits and pieces of her past interactions with her deity—

The deity who gave her food on the street.

The companion she relied on to observe the stars with.

The existence who steadfastly accompanied and protected her all along the way…

In her past memories, the deity was just a warm sensation. She gave her food, weapons, occasionally touched her face and wrist, but always lacked a bit of realism.

But the appearance of Shi Yunji gave the deity a specific face, a specific countenance, a specific warmth…

Everything she had ever fantasized about, everything she could not obtain due to her identity, finally, truly appeared before her.

Why don’t you seize her, Yan Ling?

She is so weak now. It’s your turn to keep her captive, to make her belong only to you.

If these thoughts could only appear in Yan Ling’s secret dreams before, at this very moment, these crazy delusions directly overwhelmed her normal reasoning. They abandoned all pretense and stood openly on the table!

Yes, she wanted to possess her deity, keep her captive, and even profane her deity.

“You, you’ve been poisoned by the Demon-Awakening Powder. You, don’t make any rash moves,” Jiang Shu’s voice rang out in the stone room. “Heh, this stone room can isolate scent. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn’t detect this medicine.

“Once poisoned by the Demon-Awakening Powder, the delusions in your heart will be infinitely amplified until they induce an inner demon. If, if you don’t want your cultivation to be completely destroyed, then, then obey my commands obediently!”

Yan Ling slowly raised her head and glanced at him.

The expression on her face was indifferent, as if she had just remembered that there was still an ant in the room.

Jiang Shu was startled and quickly added: “The, the antidote is hidden in another place by me.” He weakly threatened: “If you dare to kill me, you, you can forget about getting the antidote!”

Yan Ling sneered, as if everything Jiang Shu said was just an absurd joke in her ears.

She didn’t care about inner demons or antidotes. She just flashed, instantly teleporting in front of Jiang Shu and tightly clutching his neck. Because she used too much force, the silver bell tied to her wrist emitted bursts of crisp sounds.

“Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—”

At that moment, Jiang Shu knew she truly intended to kill him.

But that’s not right… the divination didn’t say that. What, what exactly went wrong?

“Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—”

Just as his vision blurred and he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly felt the pressure on his neck lessen.

He struggled to open his blurred eyes, only to see Yan Ling’s retreating back.

Ali… alive? How, how is that possible?

Jiang Shu knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing so hard his whole body shook.

Meanwhile, at the inn in Yunshuang City.

There were familiar footsteps outside the room. Shi Yunji couldn’t hold back and rushed over to open the door.

Her hearing was not wrong. Yan Ling, who she had been thinking about all night, appeared at the door.

Their eyes met. Shi Yunji let out a big sigh of relief and greeted her with a smile—for her, Yan Ling returning safe and sound was the greatest news.

But strangely, Yan Ling just quietly met her gaze and didn’t say a word.

Shi Yunji was a little puzzled.

She grabbed Yan Ling’s arm and actively used silent lip movements to ask: [Yan Ling? What’s wrong?]

[Any news… from the Yun Sect?]

Yan Ling didn’t speak. She just suddenly grabbed Shi Yunji’s wrist.

Her gaze was fiery, filled with an overflowing, intense emotion that left Shi Yunji stunned on the spot.

After just a brief moment of eye contact, Shi Yunji felt her cheeks start to heat up. She turned her eyes away awkwardly, not daring to look at the other person’s eyes anymore.

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