Chapter 3119 Shen Tianyu 519

After a few seconds of silence, Sheng Po said, "I want the dragon scales and phoenix feathers, but I will not return to the capital."

"You don't want Xiao Chuchu anymore?"

Sheng Po gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Think about it.

Of course I do.

But reality is too harsh, too hard, too worldly, vulgar and brutal. It cannot accept Gu Chuchu's affection for him, let alone his love for Gu Chuchu.

He can withstand all the gossip and rumors.

Gu Chuchu couldn't resist.

At that time, this pure love will surely be destroyed by the gossip of the crowd and by the vulgar eyes of the world.

Worldly things are the most detrimental to people.

After waiting for a long time and seeing that he did not answer, Wuya Zi sighed and hopped to the pavilion next to him, sat down, picked up a ginseng fruit and ate it in big bites. After finishing one, he was still not satisfied and picked up another one and stuffed it into his mouth.

As he ate, he said, "As expected of one of the three sacred cultivation sites in ancient mythology, these tiny, man-shaped fruits are absolutely delicious. Oh, by the way, Little Chuchu is here."

Sheng Po's alluring, long eyes suddenly hardened.

That girl surprised her once again.

It must have been Shen Tianyu who summoned them.

Once fierce rivals, they now respect each other.

He thought he had to find a way to get the dragon scales and phoenix feathers as soon as possible and give them to him, just to repay this mutual respect.

He once thought that Shen Tianyu and his ilk were hypocritical and treacherous, but now he realized that was not the case. The reason why the righteous are righteous is because they are pure and good.

Wuya Zi ate five ginseng fruits in a row, then suddenly exclaimed, "I'm so sleepy! I've been on the plane for so long and haven't even had a chance to sleep. Shen Tianyu chased me here to find you. I'm exhausted!"

Sheng Po said, "I'll have someone find you a room so you can go and get some sleep."

"Alright, I'll take a nap first. This pavilion is just the right temperature, not too hot or too cold." With that, Wuya Zi lay down on the white jade table and began to snore softly.

She slept until evening.

As dusk fell, his ghostly substitute quietly drifted away.

The substitute ghost spirit is one of the ghost-raising techniques of Maoshan. It is similar to the separation of the primordial spirit, but a bit more advanced. While the person is here, the ghost spirit he raises separates from his body and can do things for him.

He had secretly learned from the Maoshan lineage in his early years. Although he was not very proficient, he could still go out to gather information and was also under his control.

However, the separated primordial spirit cannot.

The faint, ethereal figure moved forward silently.

It drifted past one small building after another.

Finally, we arrived at a dark brown Ming-style old building in the backyard.

It floated up and clung to the outside of the carved ancient wooden window like a shadow.

The voice of a middle-aged man came from inside; it was Bai Ji's father, Ji Ren.

Ji Ren snapped, "I told you to fawn over your cousin more, and what did you do? Now she's got some guy out of nowhere and insists on having him marry into her family. I've sent people to inquire around, and the guy comes from the heart of Miao territory. He's the young master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult from the late Ming Dynasty. His father was a master of corpse refining, and his whole family practiced Gu poison. Although some are dead and others have been captured, his skills are definitely not lacking. That guy is said to have studied abroad and has a high level of education, surpassing you in every way. You spend your days eating, drinking, and having fun. What do you have to compare with him?"

The young man said defiantly, "I tried to be nice to my cousin, but she was very cold to me. I can't keep trying to win her over every day, can I?"

Ji Ren's tone was harsh, "Don't make excuses! Your cousin can't marry an outsider, you must marry her!"

The young man was Ji Ren's cousin's son.

Although he was his cousin's son, he also had the surname Ji and was named Ji Sha.

This place is isolated from the outside world, and people mostly marry within their own families. There are relatively few surnames, with Bai being the most prestigious, followed by Ji.

"It's simple to get my cousin to give up that idea." Ji Sha raised her hand and gestured to her neck. "Kill him. Anyway, he's an outsider. His family members are either dead or arrested. What are we afraid of?"

Ji Ren roared, "He's good for nothing but causing trouble! He has several accomplices staying at a hotel at the foot of the mountain. What if they come demanding his return after we kill him?"

"They can't even get into this blessed land, so what are you afraid of, Uncle?"

"Those people are mostly cultivators. They can't get in right away, but they'll find the entrance eventually. I heard from the guards that Xiao Ji has sent giant eagles to escort them in and out many times. If this happens too often, they'll eventually reveal their weakness."

Ji Sha leaned closer and whispered in Ji Ren's ear, "Uncle, why don't we just go all out and seize this Phoenix Void Palace while my aunt is in seclusion? The Bai and Ji families moved to this secluded valley together back then, and their two ancestors were fellow disciples. Why should the Bai family be the palace master, while we, the Ji family, have to be subservient to them? Should we respect their clan as the palace master for generations?"

Ji Ren's eyes twitched slightly.

Ji Sha pressed his advantage, "If you become the palace master, wouldn't you be able to play with all the beauties in the world whenever you want? Why do you have to hide and watch that tigress's eyes? She is currently in seclusion and her cultivation is at its weakest. Killing her is as easy as turning your hand. Then you can frame that boy named Sheng Po. In this way, Xiao Ji will hate him to the bone and will naturally fall into my arms. It's killing two birds with one stone."

Ji Ren lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Ji Sha lowered her voice even further, "If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll have someone else do it. Once that tigress is killed, you'll be the rightful mistress of Fengxu Palace, and all the treasures and wealth in the palace will belong to you. Having three wives and four concubines, six palaces of beauties—it'll all be up to you! No one will dare to interfere with you anymore. Throughout history, men have always been superior to women, so why is it that in our Fengxu Palace, women are superior to men?"

Ji Ren suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp, and stared out the window. "Who? Who's there?"

The moment he spoke, his figure had already reached the window.

They quickly opened the wooden window and drew back the curtains, but there was no one outside.

Ji Ren peeked out and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

But he clearly sensed a subtle threat.

He looked up at the pavilion in the distance.

The pavilion was lit with lanterns, and the white-haired old Taoist priest was fast asleep, slumped over the jade table in the pavilion.

Sheng Po sat to one side, while Bai Ji chatted and laughed with him.

Ji Ren was suspicious.

After closing the window tightly, Ji Ren looked at Ji Sha and said, "This matter is of utmost importance. I need to discuss it with my mother. If we really want to kill Bai Feng, we must have a legitimate reason. You must not let the news leak out."

Bai Feng is Bai Ji's mother and the master of Fengxu Palace.

Ji Sha chuckled, "Nephew understands. Uncle, you're probably going to put up with that tigress for a while, aren't you?"

Ji Ren did not answer.

Wuya Zi's substitute ghost spirit hastily fled.

Return to Wuyazi's body.

Wuya Zi sat up straight, stretched, yawned, and said to Sheng Po, "It's dark already? I'm afraid of the dark at night. Kid, I want to sleep in the same bed with you tonight."

Sheng Po knew he was doing this to protect him, and nodded in agreement.

Bai Ji covered her mouth and giggled, "Old Taoist priest, you are also a cultivator, yet you are afraid of the dark?"

Wu Yazi's expression was exaggerated: "I'm not only afraid of the dark, I'm also afraid of people."

Bai Ji laughed even harder, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Wuya Zi said, "I'm not afraid."

Bai Ji laughed, "That's strange. Logically speaking, ghosts are more terrifying, but you're not afraid of ghosts, yet you're afraid of people."

Wuya Zi stared at her with a meaningful look in his sharp old eyes. "The ghost didn't hurt me in the slightest, but a human can take half your life. The one who betrays you is often the one you are closest to and trust the most."

He was reminding her that her mother was in trouble.

Her father plotted to kill her mother.

"Is that so?" Bai Ji said dismissively, turning to Sheng Po and teasingly asking, "Ah Po, will you take my life?"