Wen Shubai experienced the tumultuous waves of a pig’s inner thoughts:
“If this pig’s mouth dares to speak even one wrong word…”
He wasn’t afraid of this pig knowing about the Demonic Glass Soul, but he dreaded others finding out that he had been deceived by a woman!
His reputation was more important.
“Then punish me by turning me into roast suckling pig!” Feng Xi immediately swore.
This was exactly how the Demon Emperor used to intimidate it back in the ancient times.
The two of them had some history regarding roasted pork during the primordial era, and mentioning it now brought a knowing smile to both.
But Feng Xi was still somewhat concerned.
“Lord, why not quickly retrieve the Glazed Soul to avoid complications?”
“Can’t find it.”
Wen Shubai remained lazily indifferent.
He had already tried twice but failed to penetrate deep into her remnant soul.
He would need to find another opportunity to try again.
“Mianmian’s memories have been wiped clean. Perhaps when her soul is fully restored, we might find some clues.”
Mianmian…
Feng Xi got goosebumps all over its pig skin.
Just keep spoiling her.
At that moment, Wen Shubai’s spiritual sense swept toward the Hall of Law Enforcement.
He immediately became displeased upon seeing Chu Weiliang skillfully disguising herself as Fang Jixue.
You’ve completely forgotten about me, yet you remember his every gesture and movement so vividly!
Not happy!!
He flung the pig off the tree.
Feng Xi landed with an oinking grunt but didn’t dare complain.
Jun Fuyi was still the Demon Lord, even without his Demon Core. The Bloodline Suppression remained, not something a demon of its level could casually defy.
Chu Weiliang transformed into Fang Jixue’s appearance, her sky-blue robes sweeping the ground, the translucent overlay mist-like as she calmly passed between the rows of Hall of Law Enforcement disciples and entered the cell holding Zhuang Yanxin.
“Grandmaster!” Zhuang Yanxin immediately threw herself forward upon seeing Fang Jixue, kneeling at his feet. “Grandmaster, save me!”
As An Nan Chan’s prized disciple, she had always considered herself closer to Fang Jixue than other disciples due to this connection, typically addressing him as Grandmaster rather than Sect Leader.
Chu Weiliang imitated Fang Jixue’s demeanor, sitting upright in the cell with a calm, expressionless face.
“Has the injury on your arm improved?”
Zhuang Yanxin was surprised.
Fang Jixue was always aloof and reserved, never wasting a single word. Yet today, instead of interrogating her about the Demon Suppression Tower incident, he showed concern for her. Her heart warmed instantly, and tears fell.
“Reporting to Grandmaster, it’s no longer serious. I’m deeply grateful for Grandmaster’s concern.”
Chu Weiliang sighed. “Xiao Chan has already confessed everything. I came tonight merely to obtain your testimony, so this matter can be concluded.”
Zhuang Yanxin was immediately stunned.
“Master… what did she say?”
Chu Weiliang didn’t answer her question, instead looking down to adjust her sleeves.
“You’ve been teacher and disciple all this time. You should part on good terms and continue your connection in the next life.”
Was he telling her to accept death peacefully?
Zhuang Yanxin’s heart sank to the depths.
An Nan Chan had never intended to protect her after the Demon Suppression Tower incident, and now she had indeed shifted all the blame for the negligence onto her.
Although she herself didn’t know why the universal array had deactivated with just a light touch on the tower’s talisman.
But she was innocent—that was the absolute truth!
The two of them had kept many things from Fang Jixue over these past few centuries. There was no guarantee this wasn’t all part of An Nan Chan’s scheme.
She wanted to burn the bridge after crossing the river, to kill her to silence her forever!
With these thoughts, Zhuang Yanxin’s defenses instantly crumbled, but at least she still had some wits about her.
“Ancestral Master, this disciple wishes to confront my master face to face!”
Chu Weiliang impatiently clicked her tongue. She wanted to cross her legs, but felt it didn’t suit Fang Jixue’s demeanor, so she helplessly shifted and placed them back properly.
“Do you think someone of your status, having committed such a grave crime, warrants my personal interrogation?”
She stood up, “Since you wish to follow protocol, then let’s summon the Law Enforcement Elder and go through the procedures. I’ve been playing the good person for nothing.”
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yanxin’s hair stood on end.
The Hall of Law Enforcement had a circular layout. The surrounding prison cells were isolated from each other, preventing communication, while the center housed a massive interrogation chamber. The screams of those being tortured there echoed throughout, terrifying all who heard them.
Because the Thousand Machines Sect was responsible for guarding the northern borders of Northern Xuan, adjacent to the Demon Realm, their punishments were exceptionally harsh and cruel to deter spies, traitors, and those with malicious intentions.
The “procedure” Fang Jixue mentioned would undoubtedly involve sending her to the interrogation chamber to suffer before extracting a forced confession!
“The Ancestral Master intends to save me! Yanxin has been foolish! Yanxin will tell everything!”
Only then did Chu Weiliang stop walking. When she turned around, a wicked smile flickered in her eyes.
She suddenly leaned down, using her fingertips to lift Zhuang Yanxin’s chin.
“Now that’s being good. Whether I’ll be forming a marital alliance with that arrogant princess in the future depends entirely on what you say…”
After the battle beneath the Demon Suppression Tower today, she had finally understood – the engaged couple Fang Jixue and An Nan Chan shared no deep affection between them.
Wouldn’t it be more interesting to watch them turn on each other?
Zhuang Yanxin’s pupils contracted.
Beyond feeling flattered, she was terrified beyond words.
So everything had been within the Ancestral Master’s control all along!
He indeed wanted to use this opportunity to rid himself of An Nan Chan!
Chu Weiliang leaned in closer, “Remember, after this matter is settled, the position of Jade Waist Slave Commander will be yours. And you… will receive personal instruction from me from now on.”
Her voice gradually softened, her breath falling on Zhuang Yanxin’s face, making the latter momentarily forget who she was.
“Yes, this disciple understands…”
Zhuang Yanxin’s heart pounded wildly.
When had she caught the Ancestral Master’s attention without even realizing it?
Chu Weiliang’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she looked at Zhuang Yanxin’s insatiable expression, finding her increasingly foolish and pathetic.
“Remember, this matter stays between you and me. Otherwise, if the sect investigates or if any other mishaps occur, I won’t be able to protect you.”
“This disciple understands!” Zhuang Yanxin hurriedly kowtowed, pressing her forehead to the ground in full prostration.
Since ancient times, great wealth came through great risks. Having turned this disaster into fortune, she must firmly cling to Fang Jixue – her vine to the heavens.
Chu Weiliang reached out, wanting to further tease this fool, when suddenly, the Shape-shifting Demon’s delicate voice warned in her ear:
“Someone’s coming! It’s Fang Jixue!”
She immediately withdrew her hand, placing it behind her back.
“There’s movement outside. I’ll go investigate. Mind your behavior.”
Chu Weiliang turned and left, the stone prison door sealing shut silently.
The Hall of Law Enforcement was circular. When Fang Jixue entered through the main gate, he took the left path, heading toward Zhuang Yanxin’s side.
Emerging from the prison cell, Chu Weiliang immediately and silently circled to the right.
By the time she had traveled about halfway around the circle, Fang Jixue had stopped before Zhuang Yanxin’s prison cell door.
Despite his cultivation level, he could still sense that someone had been there just moments before.
He glanced at the Hall of Law Enforcement disciples guarding nearby.
The disciples stared straight ahead, though inwardly puzzled: Though the Hall of Law Enforcement is circular, Sect Master, why are you pacing circles here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
Fang Jixue opened the stone door to Zhuang Yanxin’s cell.
Zhuang Yanxin had just stood up, but upon seeing him return, she immediately dropped back to her knees with a thud. She dared not speak further, fearing that the promise her grandmaster had just made might be revoked.
Fang Jixue swept his gaze around the cell but found nothing unusual. Seeing Zhuang Yanxin so compliant, he closed the door and continued patrolling along the circular corridor.
His mood had soured to the extreme; at this moment, traces of A Liang seemed to linger everywhere.
When he wished to see her, she was like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in water—vanishing at the slightest touch.
When he was restless, her presence, her lingering shadow, felt as though it permeated every corner.
Fang Jixue believed it must be the Demon Suppression Tower stirring his inner demons, causing such illusions.
He completed a full circuit along the corridor. Passing by An Nan Chan’s door, he did not pause and walked straight past.
When he returned to the entrance of the Hall of Law Enforcement, the two guards exchanged looks of surprise.
Hadn’t the Sect Master just stepped out?
When did he come back in?
Why is the Sect Master circling around inside the Hall of Law Enforcement?
He must be distressed about his betrothed, yet bound by his position as Sect Master, unable to show favoritism. Restless with anxiety late at night—truly pitiable.
Fang Jixue noticed their expressions. “What is it?”
The guards felt they couldn’t explain clearly.
Either they were seeing things and unfit for their posts, or they were overstepping by speculating about the Sect Master’s movements—an act of insubordination.
So they replied, “Reporting, Sect Master, it’s nothing.”
“Hmm. With many unfamiliar faces in the sect today, maintain strict vigilance.”
“Yes, sir!”
The guards straightened their postures even more.
The Sect Master had already given this order once before.