“Senior Sister, since when do you have acquaintances in Youming City?”
After returning, lying on the bed, Tang Muxi noticed that Jiang Yin hadn’t mentioned it for a long time.
Feeling curious, she couldn’t help but ask first.
The winter air was chilly, and the cold wind howled.
Although she wasn’t afraid, she worried Jiang Yin might catch a cold, so she turned to tuck the blanket in.
She snuggled up to Jiang Yin, moving like she had no bones.
“Stop messing around.”
Jiang Yin saw her almost sticking to her and reached out to stop her, then slowly spoke, “I previously took in a few subordinates and sent them to Youming City to investigate the matter of the Netherworld Seal.”
“Oh?”
Hearing it involved the Ghost Domain, Tang Muxi straightened her expression, her small face tense yet adorable.
Jiang Yin couldn’t help but smile, “It’s not a big deal.
The Netherworld Seal controls the order of yin and yang.
It was shattered into three parts by the Ghost Emperor, closing the Ghost Gate.
Gan Sha’s frequent actions are likely dispatched by the Ghost Emperor, and the matter of Xia Ci was orchestrated by them, with significant intentions.”
Tang Muxi was stunned in place after hearing this.
This…
this is called not a big deal?
Does it have to reach the doorstep to be considered a big deal?
Even though she was naturally a bit slow, she understood the severe consequences of the disorder in the yin and yang order.
Tang Muxi couldn’t help but shiver, her voice trembling, “Why close the Ghost Gate?
If the souls can’t enter the Ghost Domain, wouldn’t that be…”
She didn’t finish, but Jiang Yin understood her meaning, “There’s no conclusion yet, but the ultimate goal is likely to obtain all the divine artifacts.”
“Besides, how do you know it’s of no benefit?
Do you remember the lair Xia Ci hid under the Heart Lake?”
Jiang Yin said, taking it out from the small world.
“This area is clearly in the human world, yet it’s like the Ghost Domain.
I don’t know how Xia Ci managed it, but if the Ghost Emperor wants to do the same, holding the nine divine artifacts, turning the entire world into a Ghost Domain wouldn’t be difficult.”
The power of the nine divine artifacts can reach the heavens, turning the four realms into a Ghost Domain.
Even if all the cultivators in the world rise against it, they can’t resist.
Moreover, he has the Youming Talisman that can divide thousands of Dao patterns, which no one can withstand.
By then, he would be the true ruler of this place.
However, it’s too far-fetched.
Even if he gets them, it’s hard to say if every artifact will obey him.
Jiang Yin always felt there was another plot behind this.
She fell into deep thought, only realizing after a long time that the person beside her hadn’t spoken for a while.
Turning her head, she saw a pale little face, scared white, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“I was just talking nonsense, look how scared you are.
Don’t worry, if nothing else, the Imprisoning Demon Sword has already recognized me as its master and is extremely fond of you.
Even if you throw it on the roadside, it would happily run back.
What’s there to be afraid of?”
At this moment, the Imprisoning Demon Sword, happily swimming in Jiang Yin’s spiritual sea, suddenly paused and slowly formed a question mark: Are you polite?
Tang Muxi, hearing this, also thought it made sense.
But seeing Jiang Yin’s teasing face, she blushed and retorted, “Who’s scared?
I’m just a bit cold.”
After saying that, she turned around, facing away from the big demon, and muttered softly, “Stinky fox.”
Cultivators have exceptionally sharp ears, and Jiang Yin’s cultivation had reached the late stage of the Golden Core after several refinements, so naturally, she didn’t miss Tang Muxi’s muttering.
Her face darkened, and she approached, asking, “What did you say?
Dare to repeat it, I didn’t hear clearly.”
Her voice was full of threat.
Tang Muxi shivered in fear, shrinking her head into the quilt, playing dumb, “Say what?
I didn’t say anything, let’s sleep, Muxi is already sleepy.”
Jiang Yin squinted her eyes, silently noting it down in her heart.
* Tang Muxi fell into a chaotic and eerie dream, her vision filled with darkness, unable to see her fingers.
Where is this?
Her breathing became incredibly heavy, as if a giant stone pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Every step was difficult, like being in a muddy swamp, hard to escape.
She didn’t know how long she had been moving forward, her limbs aching, her spiritual power completely sealed, unable to escape.
—Help me A voice called out to her in the darkness.
Tang Muxi looked up in confusion, but still saw nothing, only dimness buried ahead.
—Help me, help…
me…
The voice became more frequent, hoarse and heavy, like a broken bronze bell unable to ring as loudly as before.
—Help me…
It continued to call.
Tang Muxi, exhausted, asked, “Who are you?”
But before the other side could reply, a sudden thunderclap exploded in the sky.
In an instant, the world was illuminated, the darkness receded, and everything became visible.
No wonder it was so difficult to walk; it turned out this place was truly a “quagmire.”
Scarlet blood flooded over her calves, mixed with countless pieces of flesh, ghastly white bones, and wandering souls.
This was the human world, yet it resembled hell.
Tang Muxi saw countless severed limbs and screamed in terror.
She frantically tried to escape, but before long, a shattered seal appeared on the horizon.
—Netherworld Seal.
It descended from the sky, wrapped in chilling patterns, and smashed into the sea of blood.
A four-winged serpent was pierced through, its roar echoing through the clouds.
—Help me…
The massive body pressed towards her, and Tang Muxi realized it was the serpent asking her for help.
The dream gradually blurred, the surroundings seemed to melt away as if burned by flames, becoming hazy and scorching.
Tang Muxi heard someone calling her, the voice clear and cool, like a refreshing spring entering her heart.
Senior Sister?
She opened her mouth to respond, struggling desperately to open her eyes and break free from the cage, but her eyelids felt sewn shut, refusing to open.
Her voice was trapped in her throat, unable to make a sound.
Senior Sister!
Jiang Yin!
She cried out hoarsely, panicked and resisting the pursuit, finally escaping the dream she couldn’t wake from.
“Senior Sister!”
Tang Muxi suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils slightly contracted from the intense fright, panting heavily, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
The sky outside was still dark, with thunder and rain, cold wind howling, tapping against the closed window with a faint creaking sound.
“I’m here, I’m here.”
Jiang Yin held her hand tightly, wearing only her undergarments, large areas of fair skin exposed to the chilly air.
Tang Muxi swallowed, feeling the gentle, cool touch in her hand, and couldn’t help but sniffle.
“Senior Sister…”
She threw herself into Jiang Yin’s arms, her thin arms grabbing the other person randomly, speaking intermittently, “So much blood, corpses and souls everywhere! A giant serpent, with four wings on its back, asking me for help, but I was powerless! I watched it get pierced by the Netherworld Seal…”
Even now, she was still shaken.
Jiang Yin opened her arms, hugging her back, fingers gently patting her tense spine, softly comforting, “I’m here, don’t be afraid.”
Over and over, her voice was as gentle as water, slowly soothing Tang Muxi’s heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder outside gradually subsided, the rain faded, and Tang Muxi finally relaxed her body.
“Do you want to sleep more?”
Jiang Yin asked, holding her.
Tang Muxi glanced outside; it was still dark.
She wanted to sleep but was afraid of falling into nightmares again, so she didn’t respond.
Jiang Yin saw her snuggling closer and seemed to understand her thoughts, sighing almost imperceptibly, patting her back gently, “Sleep, I’ll hold you, I promise you won’t have nightmares again.”
Tang Muxi’s ears turned a bit red, feeling she shouldn’t be acting so spoiled, but remembering the helplessness in the dream, she stayed nestled in Jiang Yin’s arms.
“You better not let go,” she reminded before closing her eyes.
“Annoying, just sleep.”
Jiang Yin frowned, her tone not pleasant, but her arms tightened their hold.
Tang Muxi was satisfied, not minding the harsh words from the big demon, slowly closing her eyes, and soon fell asleep.
In just a quarter of an hour, she was lulled into dreams by the cool fragrance of her Senior Sister.
Jiang Yin, however, was different.
Once Tang Muxi truly fell asleep, she slowly opened her eyes, summoned the Imprisoning Demon Sword, and kept watch the entire night.
With Jiang Yin keeping watch, Tang Muxi slept comfortably through the second half of the night, only waking up when the morning light was bright.
“Finally decided to get up?”
Jiang Yin had been up for a while, but stayed in the room out of concern.
Seeing the sleepyhead finally open her eyes, she immediately teased her.
Tang Muxi was at a loss for words, noticing the light streaming in through the window.
Pretending not to catch the teasing tone, she quickly turned the tables, “It’s almost noon, why is Senior Sister still lounging around?
Be careful not to become a laughingstock.”
Jiang Yin flicked her forehead, “Your tongue’s getting sharper.
Hurry up and wash up, we’ll go see Wen Mingyu later.
Your master should be awake by now.”
Tang Muxi winced, covering her head, and murmured an “oh.”
She eagerly crawled out of the soft quilt, intending to stand up and change clothes, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her forehead, furrowing her brows and stopping her movements.
Seeing this, Jiang Yin asked, “What’s wrong, feeling unwell somewhere?”
Tang Muxi didn’t respond, feeling a stabbing pain in her forehead, even her vision was a bit dizzy.
“My head hurts, feels dizzy…”
She slowly sat down, shaking her head slightly, realizing it wasn’t just her imagination.
“Headache?”
Jiang Yin frowned, placing her fingers on Tang Muxi’s forehead, asking softly, “Is it here?”
Tang Muxi hesitated, “Not sure where exactly, my head feels fuzzy, everything’s uncomfortable.”
Jiang Yin’s suspicion deepened.
Her junior sister’s blood had strong healing properties, immune to all poisons and unlikely to fall ill.
How could she have a headache out of nowhere?
Suppressing her doubts, she gently pressed her fingertips to Tang Muxi’s temple, asking again, “Does this help?”
This time, Tang Muxi didn’t deny it, closing her eyes comfortably and smiling, “Yes, a bit better.”
Jiang Yin pondered, patiently pressing a couple more times, then helped her up, “Bear with it for now, after washing up, we’ll see Wen Fei and have her check you out.”
“Huh?
That shouldn’t be necessary, it’s just a headache, no big deal.”
Tang Muxi thought her Senior Sister was making a fuss over nothing.
Jiang Yin wouldn’t allow it, “Who was it that called me a stinky fox last night?”
Uh-oh, she’s starting to settle scores.
Tang Muxi immediately caved, “I’ll wash up right away!”
Seeing Tang Muxi quickly get up, Jiang Yin nodded in satisfaction, though her gaze gradually turned cold and stern.
A nightmare, then a headache, she didn’t think it was a coincidence.
