Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 818 - 399 Ye Zhuchan’s Warning_2

Chapter 818: Chapter 399 Ye Zhuchan’s Warning_2

But why did you secretly return the Asura Demonic Qi to Ran Qingchen? Are you really planning to throw the world into chaos and let Shura kill everyone?"

She took a step forward, her sharp gaze fixed on Ye Zhuchan, attempting to find answers from her expression.

Ye Zhuchan lifted her eyes, her gaze like a lively stream, flowing towards Li Guanshi with profound significance: "Master sought out Zhuge Xuanji, but could that old guy not deduce my purpose in doing this?"

"He wouldn’t say. Perhaps he doesn’t know at all."

Li Guanshi furrowed her brows.

Ye Zhuchan lightly clapped her hands and laughed:

"Actually, Master already has the answer deep in her heart. Why refuse to acknowledge it? Back then, you expelled me from the South Sea Holy Sect simply because you didn’t want to face reality."

Upon hearing this, Li Guanshi suddenly chuckled.

But the smile carried a faint bitterness.

She raised her head, gazing towards the distant horizon, her eyes filled with an indescribable etherealness, her tone as fleeting as the drifting fluffs in the wind:

"A thousand years ago, the Esoteric Sect produced a Saint Buddha who could have ascended to become an Immortal. Yet, at the critical moment of ascension, he suddenly gave it up, achieved nirvana on the spot, and refined three relics.

These three relics possess the ability to reincarnate and be reborn. Of course, reincarnation simply transfers memories and cultivation to another body.

One relic was acquired by Senior Sister Jiang Wan, who has now reincarnated into Jiang Erliang. Another was obtained by the Esoteric Sect Protector Deity, Wrathful Vajra, and has now reincarnated into Zhang Yunwu.

And the remaining relic..."

Li Guanshi abruptly turned her head, her gaze sharp as lightning, locking onto Ye Zhuchan, "I want to know, who exactly are you?"

This was the suspicion Li Guanshi had buried deep in her heart for a long time.

In her understanding, her cunning and enigmatic disciple must be intricately linked to the reincarnation relics.

She must be the reincarnation of some mysterious figure.

And this person was scheming something.

Under Li Guanshi’s aggressive questioning gaze, Ye Zhuchan’s face maintained a gentle smile:

"Master, you’re only half right. The Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha did indeed refine three reincarnation relics, but as your disciple, I have never ingested those relics that only transfer memories. Instead, I am a genuine rebirth."

Rebirth?

Li Guanshi’s mind raced with thoughts, and after a moment of reflection, she asked tentatively: "Similar to the rejuvenation-through-rebirth technique of the Nirvana Bone?"

"Precisely."

Ye Zhuchan chuckled lightly and nodded, "But it’s even more powerful than the Nirvana Bone. Back then, I rejuvenated to the state of an infant and was sealed in the Nether Spring of the Ten Thousand Mountains for hundreds of years.

Until twenty-odd years ago, when a newborn girl replaced me, allowing me to emerge. By a stroke of fate, I was brought into the South Sea Holy Sect and became your disciple."

Li Guanshi was deeply shaken.

Divine Phoenix Qi Fortune... Divine Phoenix Qi Fortune... No wonder her disciple carried the Divine Phoenix Qi Fortune.

It turned out to be Phoenix Nirvana!

Ye Zhuchan smiled and said: "Two years ago, when Little Jiang arrived in this world, my memories fully awakened. From that moment, I began to act and implement the plans I had been carefully crafting in my heart for a long time.

Some of these plans were meticulously arranged hundreds of years ago. Others had to be adapted due to unforeseen circumstances."

Li Guanshi stared at her: "Yet, you refuse to tell me who you truly are? Hundreds of years ago, the number of female cultivation masters that could be counted on one hand included either the transcendent Fairy Gushe of Kongtong Mountain or the one from the Turquoise Pool..."

"Master doesn’t need to guess further; you’ll know soon enough."

Ye Zhuchan interrupted her.

Li Guanshi asked again: "Then, what is the purpose of everything you’ve done?"

Ye Zhuchan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked up at the sky, her gaze becoming distant as she muttered to herself: "Master, are you truly fixated on ascending to become an Immortal?"

The woman’s words were like soft feathers floating in the air, carrying an elusive depth of meaning.

Li Guanshi snorted coldly: "For cultivators, who wouldn’t be fixated?"

"True enough."

Ye Zhuchan’s lips curved into a faint smile with a hint of teasing,

"After all, in this world, not everyone can be as free-spirited as Yan Changqing. But as your disciple, I think... Master, you’ll never successfully ascend."

"Why?"

Li Guanshi raised a brow.

Ye Zhuchan displayed a mischievous and playful expression as she quipped:

"Because... Master will end up pregnant with Little Jiang’s child. To be precise... both you and I will."

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"Achoo!"

Jiang Shouzhong sneezed and rubbed his nose hard.

Feeling somewhat chilly, he glanced up to see that the window had been pushed open at some point by the biting wind.

Outside, the wind howled like a galloping wild horse.

Jiang Shouzhong shut the window tightly and added more oil to the nearly exhausted kerosene lamp.

After finishing these tasks, he walked over to the bed.

On the bed, Jiang Yi lay quietly, showing no signs of waking.

However, her breathing was becoming steadier, and her previously pale face now had a healthy flush, resembling a delicate porcelain doll.

Jiang Shouzhong pulled the blanket up over Jiang Yi and tucked it snugly to prevent her from catching cold.

The man made a silent decision.

If Jiang Yi didn’t wake up by tomorrow morning, he’d have no choice but to let Niuniu carry her as they headed for Water Moon Manor.

"Sister Yun? Sister Yun?"

Suddenly, frantic shouting came from outside the door, tinged with tension.

Jiang Shouzhong heard the noise and stepped out of the house.

A figure was running toward the courtyard under the dim night light.

It was a one-armed man of about forty, gasping heavily, with puffs of white vapor forming from his every breath in the cold air.

Jiang Shouzhong recognized him. It was Uncle Li from next door.

He had visited earlier.

It was this man who had carried him down the mountain, with the Pang Family carrying Little Jiang Yi.

"What’s wrong, Brother Li?"

The Pang Family woman hurriedly threw on her coat and rushed out of the house.

"I heard from Limp Zhang that the soldiers are coming again to conscript men. Hurry and tell that young man surnamed Jiang to hide. Whatever happens, make sure the soldiers don’t find him; I’ll go check out the situation."

Brother Li spoke quickly, his tone full of urgency.

Without lingering, he turned and dashed off into the darkness.

The Pang Family woman’s face turned pale. Seeing Jiang Shouzhong coming out from the house, she said urgently: "Brother Jiang, the soldiers are coming to conscript again. There’s a cellar in the house; you must hide in it now, quickly!"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled and waved his hand: "Don’t worry, they can’t take me."

"Brother Jiang, I’m not joking. These soldiers don’t follow rules; they grab anyone they see."

The Pang Family woman’s voice trembled.

After all, having witnessed her husband being taken, she carried psychological scars.

"Quick, get into the cellar!"

She tugged at Jiang Shouzhong, trying to drag him toward the cellar, afraid that delaying even a moment would lead to the soldiers spotting him.

At that moment, chaotic hoofbeats disrupted the tension.

The sound of hooves grew nearer.

In the dim night, blurred figures could be seen rapidly approaching.

The Pang Family woman didn’t have time to think and hastily shoved Jiang Shouzhong back into the house, promptly extinguishing the oil lamp.

"Brother Jiang, don’t make a sound."

She swiftly closed the house door, leaning against it, her body shaking slightly from fear.

She took a few deep breaths, straightened her clothes, and walked toward the courtyard.

Jiang Shouzhong, feeling helpless, sat back down by the bed.

He wasn’t afraid of confronting a few soldiers, but he worried that once a conflict arose and he fled, more soldiers would inevitably come looking for trouble.

If that happened, innocent Hu and his kind-hearted mother would be implicated—a situation he absolutely wanted to avoid.

The frantic hoofbeats abruptly stopped outside the courtyard, followed by a heavy shuffle of footsteps.

"Bang!"

The courtyard door was violently kicked open, and a group of soldiers stormed in like ravenous wolves.