Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 354 Called Jin Ge (Third Watch)

Chapter 354: 354 Called Jin Ge (Third Watch)

Chu Jin gently pulled away the card nailed to the corner of the young man’s clothes.

It seemed effortless, but at the moment of removal, a wisp of smoke arose from the card, and a slit was cut into the young man’s clothes.

"Witch, you’re not killing me?" The young man looked at Chu Jin with disbelief. He had just tried to kill her, yet now, could this witch have the kindness to spare him?

Chu Jin glanced sideways, merely watching the youth, her lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, her tone slightly cold.

"The thing I hate the most is being wrongly accused! I’ll let you go this time, but if there’s a next time, I’ll make sure you end up just like your little junior sister! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!"

Her eyes were crystal clear, like a tranquil lake, glimmering yet utterly transparent.

Completely different from Dai Yu’s.

Dai Yu’s eyes gave off the feeling that she needed to be protected and cherished.

But hers gave a subtle, pure, yet mystifying feeling.

Looking into such a pair of eyes, the word ’witch’ that hovered on the youth’s lips just couldn’t make its way out.

The young man spoke hesitantly, "I... you, did you truly not harm my junior sister?"

Chu Jin lightly lifted her gaze, speaking in a tone that was indifferent but forceful, "She reaped what she sowed. Didn’t your master tell you that she was poisoned by her own Linlang smoke?"

In other words, Dai Yu merely got what she deserved.

"Poisoned by her own Linlang smoke?" The young man finally grasped the meaning of her words.

He said in disbelief, "How is that possible! The Linlang smoke on me was given by my master for her self-defense; how could it possibly harm my junior sister!"

"Why not!" White Tiger’s voice drifted eerily, "I clearly saw your junior sister attack my master first. My master grabbed the strand of poison smoke, not giving her any advantage! Your junior sister deserved to die for injuring others in secret."

Earlier, White Tiger wasn’t sure who the young man was talking about, so it had kept silent.

Upon hearing Linlang smoke, it guessed who it might be. It had witnessed everything that happened in the forest!

"The cat... the cat is talking!" The young man took a few unsteady steps backward, rubbing his eyes, hardly believing the scene before him.

Outside the house, he had vaguely heard a conversation but had not realized that one of the voices came from a cat!

Was this still a cat? It was clearly a spirit that had cultivated into human form!

"What cat!" White Tiger immediately bared its teeth at him, "Open your eyes and see clearly! I am your White Tiger Grandpa!"

The cute voice, coupled with its fierce tone, felt surprisingly harmonious.

"Enough, White Tiger, don’t scare him!" Chu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly.

The boy was already foolish; don’t frighten him until he fails to recognize even his own master.

"Oh, okay, master." White Tiger involuntarily shrank its neck; it had an inexplicable fear of Chu Jin now.

The young man swallowed with a sense of horror, his voice trembling, "It... it, it said you grabbed my junior sister’s Linlang smoke?"

Compared to a cat speaking, the act of grabbing Linlang smoke with bare hands was more terrifying.

That was just smoke, a strand of gas alone.

And yet, there was someone able to grasp it.

Was this still human?

Chu Jin nodded slightly, uttering only one word, "Yes."

"I don’t believe it!" As he said this, the young man flicked his fingertips, releasing a wisp of blue smoke that drifted straight toward Chu Jin.

He didn’t believe Dai Yu would use the Linlang smoke to attack Chu Jin, even less that someone could grasp gas with their bare hands.

Chu Jin arched an eyebrow slightly, slowly raising her hand, and just like that, she held the thread of blue smoke in her hand.

"Do you believe it now?" Chu Jin blew gently, and the wisp of smoke disappeared into the air.

Her voice was soft.

Yet it inexplicably made the young man’s heart tremble.

"I... believe you," the young man was almost petrified.

He felt like all the martial arts he had learned over the past decade were in vain.

Chu Jin lifted a strand of blue hair to the side of her ear, "You can go now, I need to rest. Use your brain more next time you do something."

"You’re really not killing me?" The young man looked at her dumbfounded, the question coming full circle.

But his tone and expression had completely changed.

There was respect in his voice.

His expression was one of worship.

It was a complete transformation from how he looked before, as if one was heaven and the other earth.

When it came to Chu Jin, he truly admitted his admiration.

Virtue, conduct, martial prowess, and righteous— he openly acknowledged all.

It was genuine admiration.

Not a hint of falsehood.

Chu Jin raised her eyes slightly, her tone already growing impatient, "Let’s go, if you keep babbling, I’m going to take action."

The young man took one glance at Chu Jin, said no more, and turned to leave.

Chu Jin also turned to return to her room.

After a few steps, the youth suddenly looked back and spoke up, "My name is Xiao Qingzhi."

Without turning her head, Chu Jin replied, "People in the world call me Brother Jin, you can call me that too."

The crisp voice traveled through the air and reached Xiao Qingzhi’s ears without missing a word.

"All right, Brother Jin, when I come down the mountain in the future, I will definitely come to Capital City to find you," Xiao Qingzhi said with a very sunny smile, clutching the playing card in his hand, his gaze filled with resolute conviction.

Surrounded by a layer of golden sunlight, if his hairstyle weren’t so melancholic, it indeed would have been a very pleasing sight.

Chu Jin didn’t respond, and heading back into her room, she sat in front of the vanity mirror and started arranging her hair.

It was also time for a change of clothes.

Seeing that there was no one around, she took out a clean set of clothes from the Purple Sound Spirit Box.

These were what she had previously stored inside the Purple Sound Spirit Box.

Not only clothing was inside but other daily necessities as well.

Having quickly done her hair into a bun, Mo Zhixuan walked into the room, carrying a tray in his hands. The tray bore clear porridge and rice cakes, accompanied by a dish of attractively colored pickles. The aroma that wafted over was palate-stimulating.

Mo Zhixuan, seeing the unfamiliar clothes beside her, didn’t reveal a hint of surprise in his eyes but as usual set the tray on the table, "Jin, it’s time to eat."

He had long known she harbored many secrets unlike ordinary people.

So, at this moment, there was no need to ask more.

"Coming." Chu Jin put down her wooden comb and sat down at the table, "It smells delicious, you want to eat together?"

"I’m not hungry." His cultivation had long since reached the realm of Fasting, whether he ate or not held little significance for him.

"Have some." Chu Jin, using bowls and chopsticks, served him a half-bowl of porridge as well.

Watching her serve the porridge, the layers of frost in Mo Zhixuan’s eyes gently melted away, replaced by a layer of warmth, and the fierce arch of his brows eased bit by bit.

"Fine," he picked up the wooden spoon and fed himself the white porridge.

A plainly simple gesture, yet it conveyed the grace of a noble dining on steak at a high-end Western restaurant.

This man was a born King, destined for higher places.

Chu Jin couldn’t help thinking.

After they finished their meal, the evening sun began to set, and twilight descended. The gold of the sunset spread across the land, and the once azure sky was now replaced with crimson clouds, a scene of tranquility and peace.

"See that cloud there, doesn’t it look like a little dog?" Chu Jin pointed at one of the clouds outside the window.

"It does." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, his normally dark phoenix eyes reflecting a hint of gold.

Very few people had ever seen him like this.

His features softened, the cold sharpness around him completely dissipated, his chiseled profile’s lines perfect like an ink painting; just sitting there quietly, an aura of nobility exuded from him.

"I want to take a bath first." Chu Jin cradled the clothes in her arms and looked up at Mo Zhixuan.

"Okay," Mo Zhixuan put down his porcelain bowl and stood up, "I’ll take you."

"Great." Chu Jin nodded, following behind him.

The evening breeze was gently blowing, and the setting sun was infinitely beautiful. One walked behind the other; although Mo Zhixuan was tall and had long legs, towering well above Chu Jin, he walked at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, always mindful of her.

From a distance, the height difference between the two cast an adorable silhouette.

Following them was a chubby little kitten, bouncing along and occasionally pouncing on bees and butterflies in the herb garden, utterly playful.

The setting sun stretched their shadows out long, painting a picture of harmony and pleasantness.

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