Jinlian, where are we?

The illusion was still continuing.

An unknown amount of time passed... inside Granny Wang's shop.

Qi Yuan reclined lazily, embracing a soft, fragrant woman who seemed to have no bones, looking thoroughly satisfied with himself.

In his arms, Ji Chan'er's expression was still somewhat shy, her eyes filled with a trace of blurriness like a pool of spring water.

After the two had shared a moment of tenderness, Ji Chan'er pushed Qi Yuan's arm and said in a weak voice:

“Great Lord, This Servant always feels that what we are doing isn't quite right. Isn't... isn't this a bit too fast...”

“You know, your Lord is not fast at all!”

Qi Yuan teased her, pinching her white and flawless cheek, and then promised with a chuckle:

“Little Lady, rest assured. Tonight, this Lord will send an eight-man sedan chair to welcome you into my home. From now on, you will be the Seventh Madam of my manor.”

Just then, a sudden clamor of noise came from outside the room, followed by the faint sound of an angry roar reaching their ears:

“You woman surnamed Wang, get out of the way! I'm going in to find my wife. I want to see for myself what shameful business this man and woman are up to inside!”

Hearing this shout, Ji Chan'er's face instantly paled, and she said in a panic:

“Oh no, that Wu Da...”

Suddenly, Ji Chan'er felt something was wrong. Although in her memory she was already married, she had no impression of this so-called 'husband' at all, only knowing his name was 'Wu Da'.

Even stranger was that not long ago, she was clearly still a virgin... In an instant, countless suspicious points surfaced in Ji Chan'er's mind, making her more and more doubtful.

Soon, she seemed to think of something extremely terrifying, and her entire pretty face began to turn deathly pale.

Could it be... Bang!

With a loud crash, the door was violently smashed open, and a short, squat man burst in from outside.

In the next moment.

Like a mirror shattering, all the surrounding scenes instantly vanished, and her consciousness regained its clarity... After a bout of dizziness, Ji Chan'er felt her mind was in Chaos and her body was weak. But when she realized her current state, she was completely stunned.

How could this be?!

Ji Chan'er's beautiful eyes widened, filled with disbelief. It wasn't until she felt a slight chill on her body that she finally reacted.

“Get... get away!”

She struggled out of the man's embrace, endured the waves of tearing pain, picked up her dress from the ground nearby, and quickly put it on.

After being in a daze for a long while, Ji Chan'er finally composed her emotions slightly. Dragging her soft body, she walked to Qi Yuan's side with unsteady steps and said with hatred:

“You reckless thing. Previously, this seat saw that your Heart-Nature was exceptional and considered you a promising talent, intending to bring you into the Yin Sha Sect and grant you a great fortune.”

“I didn't expect your demonic nature to be even deeper than I imagined. You act with complete disregard for consequences. With a mere Qi Refining Realm cultivation, you not only stole this seat's ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicine but actually dared to defile this seat's pure body!”

“Even if the past generations of Demon Ancestors descended, they wouldn't be as bold and untamable as you. For your actions, dying ten thousand times would not be enough!”

Amidst her overwhelming resentment, an indescribable and strange emotion welled up in her heart, making her feel somewhat flustered. The killing intent she had just raised also slowly receded.

However... this Little Thief's cultivation is pitifully low. How could he have the ability to steal a ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicine?

There must be something else going on!

Even if this damned man were cut into a thousand pieces, it wouldn't satisfy her hatred. She couldn't let him die so easily; at the very least, she had to find out the whereabouts of the Ten Thousand Year Phantom Star Grass!

Having temporarily convinced herself, Ji Chan'er slowly stood back in her original spot, silently staring at Qi Yuan, who was still trapped in the illusion... Bang bang bang bang!

After giving 'Wu Da' a casual beating, Qi Yuan's body shook, and he broke free from the illusion.

He dizzily rubbed his nose and soon saw Ji Chan'er beside him, blurting out:

“Jinlian, where are we?”

Seeing Ji Chan'er's face gradually turn livid, he immediately snapped out of it, and a 'holy shit' almost escaped his lips.

Dammit, he had accidentally fallen for it too!

That brat spent all day reading improper books like 'Secret Records of the Golden Vase'; he really shouldn't have expected the illusion it created to be anything decent... Thinking about how he had just played the role of the notorious lecher 'Ximen Qing', he felt like vomiting blood and wanted to hang that naughty Little Grass Spirit up for a beating.

Even more ridiculous was that just by looking at the expression on Ji Chan'er's face, he knew who had been playing 'Pan Jinlian'.

No wonder the physical sensation felt so real; it really was her... Perhaps because her mind was in such turmoil, Ji Chan'er hadn't maintained her Disguise Technique and had revealed her original appearance.

A graceful figure, skin as white as snow, and features as exquisite as if carved. Beneath her curved brows were a pair of peach-blossom eyes that looked like shimmering autumn water, adding a touch of heart-stirring charm.

She looked exactly like the 'Little Lady Jinlian' he had seen in the illusion.

Oh no!

Recalling the various 'tricks' he had performed in the illusion, Qi Yuan couldn't help but blush. While hurriedly pulling up his pants, he continued to play dumb:

“This young lady, may I ask who you are?”

Normally, he shouldn't recognize Ji Chan'er without her disguise, so he couldn't directly call her 'Senior Sister Zhen', otherwise he'd be exposed immediately.

Sure enough, hearing Qi Yuan's question, Ji Chan'er frowned and said coldly:

“Zhen Yuyan was just an alias. My true identity is a True Disciple of the Baleful Yin Sect, Ji Chan'er.”

“You have two choices now. One is to explain clearly why you appeared here and honestly confess the whereabouts of the phantom star grass.”

“The second is for me to personally search your soul and refine your spirit. That way, I can also find the answers I want...”

As expected of a True Disciple of the Demonic Sect, she was indeed ruthless. Just a moment ago, she was sweetly calling him 'Great Lord', but now that she'd put on her dress, she'd turned cold.

Though he complained inwardly, Qi Yuan still cooperatively chose the first option.

“Fairy Ji, this is a long story. It starts with the theft of a certain Array Spirit's Immortal Cave...”

...“In short, I'm just responsible for investigating the case. This has nothing to do with me. It was the Array Spirit itself that requested the phantom star grass be released.”

“Who knew that Little Grass Spirit was such a schemer. It was clearly already a ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicine, yet it pretended to be an immature child. It took the opportunity when the Suppression Talisman was removed to flee immediately, and even set me up before leaving.”

“Don't let me see it again, or I'll beat it every time I do...”

Qi Yuan spoke with increasing indignation, looking every bit the victim himself.

“Is what you say true?”

Ji Chan'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone softened, clearly believing some of Qi Yuan's explanation.

When he spoke, his gaze was calm and his Divine Soul was clear, not looking like he was lying at all.