Chapter 90: You Can Only Like Me (16)
Song Jin’yue looked expectantly into the distance, but there was no movement. She sighed softly: “She’s really angry.”
“Just coax her a bit more, I think Jiang Zhiyan is easy to coax,” Su Huo interjected.
Song Jin’yue looked at Su Huo: “Really? I don’t think so.”
Jiang Zhiyan twitched the corner of her mouth; this person had never even tried to coax her, she turned her head away.
Su Huo peeked out from under the blanket and looked at Jiang Zhiyan: “Have you ever coaxed her?”
Song Jin’yue thought for a few seconds: “Uh, well, we hadn’t really established a relationship before, how could I coax her? It would feel strange.”
“Okay, if you see Jiang Zhiyan, just throw yourself into her arms and kiss her.”
“Huh?”
“Then act spoiled and clingy, I’m telling you, she definitely won’t push you away!”
Song Jin’yue frowned: “That’s not my style.”
“Oh, why are you being so hesitant about coaxing someone!” Su Huo looked at Song Jin’yue. “You have to have the right attitude at a time like this. When I went mining with her, she was in a bad mood every day, probably because you didn’t contact her.”
Song Jin’yue: …
Song Jin’yue fell silent.
Su Huo glanced at Jiang Zhiyan, her intention to take credit clear.
Jiang Zhiyan was a bit speechless.
“But at that time, we weren’t anything, okay, stop giving me random advice, I’ll think about it myself, the more you say, the more confused I get.” Song Jin’yue took a blanket and covered her head with it.
Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Song Jin’yue.
Along the way, they encountered several attacks from strange birds. Jiang Zhiyan didn’t lift a finger, and Su Huo, looking at Jiang Zhiyan’s lazy demeanor, wanted to sell her out several times, but Song Jin’yue didn’t say anything, diligently doing all the work.
Thankfully, they finally arrived at their destination safely.
Song Jin’yue sighed softly, although she had been resting most of the way, she still felt very tired.
The three of them were very conspicuous, appearing at the gates of the Eastern Territory’s capital city, instantly attracting everyone’s attention. Demon cultivators looked at them with undisguised malice.
Song Jin’yue’s hand rested on the hilt of her sword.
“Human cultivators?” a person asked, having already drawn his sword. “How dare you swagger in here like this?”
Jiang Zhiyan took out a token: “We’re here to see the Demon Lord.”
“Ha… so you’re the Demon Lord’s guests.” The person sheathed his sword, his gaze lingering on Song Jin’yue and Su Huo’s faces for a second, then landing on Jiang Zhiyan’s face.
The surrounding people didn’t speak, but their gazes were still like hyenas looking for an opportunity to take a bite.
Jiang Zhiyan ignored them and walked straight towards the Eastern Demon Lord’s palace, the other two quickly following.
Su Huo glared at a man who made a lewd gesture at her. Song Jin’yue, afraid of causing trouble, didn’t react, but her expression was also very unpleasant. Jiang Zhiyan raised her hand and crushed the heads of several people in the air. Now all the gazes retreated, no one dared to look at them anymore.
Song Jin’yue: ?
Song Jin’yue: Was there something wrong here?
Su Huo gasped and looked at Jiang Zhiyan, she had already understood the way of communication in the Demon Realm after only being here for such a short time. She quickly glanced away, then looked at Song Jin’yue again, she had thought Song Jin’yue would be uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, she accepted it calmly, her shock seemingly only stemming from Jiang Zhiyan’s ability.
Song Jin’yue stared at Jiang Zhiyan’s profile, her mind racing, then looked away.
Was it really Jiang Zhiyan?
But if it wasn’t, the logic still made sense, after all, you wouldn’t bring a weakling to see the Demon Lord, and it was normal for a young lady not to want to work.
Song Jin’yue felt like her mind hadn’t been clear for a single day since Jiang Zhiyan left.
She had already communicated with the Eastern Demon Lord through divine sense; the latter knew she was coming, so no one stopped them when they entered the palace. A person came out, greeted them with a smile, and led them to the garden.
“They won’t be coming with me, take care of them,” Jiang Zhiyan said, turning to look at the two who were about to follow.
“Yes,” the servant responded and took the two away.
The Eastern Demon Lord was feeding fish by a man-made pond. She wasn’t a pure-blooded demon, but a human cultivator, so the architectural style of her palace leaned towards the cultivation world. It was clear that she was very wealthy, many of the plants in the garden required spiritual energy to survive.
Coincidentally, the Eastern Demon Lord was also from the Myriad Swords Sect, she was Zhao Xun, the current Grand Elder’s senior sister, so she and Jiang Zhiyan were somewhat related.
Hearing their footsteps, she turned around and looked at Jiang Zhiyan: “Five hundred years, and two people from the Myriad Swords Sect have fallen into demonic cultivation, they must see us as a thorn in their side.”
“Human cultivators all see us as a thorn in their side, one more, one less, it doesn’t matter,” Jiang Zhiyan sat down not far from her. “Tianyan Pavilion will be releasing half of the Demon Lord’s heart in a while, I, the Northern Demon King, and that one from the West, we don’t want it.”
Zhao Xun raised an eyebrow: “None of you want it? Then I don’t want it either, only they treat that thing as a treasure.”
“The Southern Territory…” Jiang Zhiyan looked at her.
“I have a way to make her not want it, you just want none of us to take it, right?” Zhao Xun said with a faint smile.
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiyan nodded.
Zhao Xun twitched the corner of her mouth, a hint of mockery in her narrow eyes: “Only a fool would want it, I say we just throw the heart to someone in the cultivation world, who do you think is suitable?”
“You’re asking this, so you must have someone in mind,” Jiang Zhiyan’s expression remained calm.
“Someone you’re very familiar with, Wei Jingqian,” Zhao Xun looked into Jiang Zhiyan’s eyes.
“No,” Jiang Zhiyan shook her head.
“What, you still have feelings for the Wei family?” Zhao Xun said mockingly.
“No, but he’s not suitable,” Jiang Zhiyan’s tone was firm, he was the protagonist with plot armor, why make things difficult for herself? She would have to prevent him from killing her people while also making sure he didn’t die, just thinking about it was troublesome. “How about the Sect Master of the Wanfa Sect?”
Zhao Xun stroked her chin: “That’s not easy to do.”
“It’s still safer than Wei Jingqian, anyway, Wei Jingqian is not an option,” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Zhao Xun, the two stared at each other for three seconds, then Zhao Xun chuckled and looked away.
“Whatever, I won’t be able to beat you in a while anyway,” Zhao Xun looked away. “So who’s going to get the heart?”
“Anyone.”
“Then I’ll go,” Zhao Xun said, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the cultivation world, I should go back and see my old friends.”
Jiang Zhiyan had no objections, happy to be free.
“Host, aren’t you afraid she’s just trying to trick you?” the System said worriedly. “I have a feeling something big is about to happen.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Jiang Zhiyan didn’t care, she also had this premonition, so she planned to send Song Jin’yue for body refining in the next two days.
“Why did you fall into demonic cultivation?” Zhao Xun asked curiously, looking at Jiang Zhiyan and sitting up slightly. After learning that Jiang Zhiyan had fallen, she specifically had someone investigate her.
Jiang Zhiyan had a very comfortable life in the cultivation world, the only possible reasons for her to fall into demonic cultivation seemed to be “Wei Jingqian” and “Song Jin’yue.” So she had deliberately mentioned Wei Jingqian just now, wanting to see Jiang Zhiyan’s reaction, which was very calm, but she still didn’t want to choose Wei Jingqian.
“It’s inconvenient to act in the cultivation world, it’s better to be a demonic cultivator, free to do as I please,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
“That’s it?” Zhao Xun glanced at Jiang Zhiyan. “Aren’t you free enough already?”
“Not enough, I don’t want Song Jin’yue to see Wei Jingqian, the Myriad Swords Sect is too small,” Jiang Zhiyan said, standing up, using the table for support. “Thank you for your hospitality, Demon Lord, we’ve discussed everything we need to, I still have things to do, I’ll be going.”
Zhao Xun: ?
Zhao Xun frowned, her mind in a mess, she didn’t quite understand. She looked at Jiang Zhiyan’s retreating figure thoughtfully.
***
“Is that Jiang Zhiyan?” Song Jin’yue looked at Su Huo. “Don’t lie to me.”
“How would I know?” Su Huo looked completely bewildered. “Why do you think she’s Jiang Zhiyan?”
If the System were present, it would give Su Huo’s acting a perfect score.
“Her temper seems exactly the same, when we met, she deliberately sent a demonic beast after me!” Song Jin’yue said with a mournful face. “She’s really angry.”
Su Huo wanted to take a sip of water to calm down, but she didn’t dare drink the water here: “It’s not necessarily her.”
“It’s too embarrassing, what if it is her…” Song Jin’yue covered her face, thinking about what she had said.
“Whether it’s her or not, the moment you stepped into the Demon Realm, she could hear everything you said if she wanted to, so there’s no difference. If it is her, isn’t that great? Didn’t you want to find her? If it’s her, it means she still cares about you,” Su Huo chuckled and nudged Song Jin’yue’s arm.
Song Jin’yue gave a couple of dry laughs: “Those are two different things, if it’s her, then her acting is really good…”
She looked at Su Huo again and said coldly:
“You better not be lying to me, my cultivation is higher than yours now.”
Su Huo: ???
As expected, it was best not to get involved in the affairs of lovers.
Song Jin’yue cried out and slumped onto the table: “I’m doomed, I’m doomed, I even said she had a bad temper in front of her.”
Su Huo blinked: “Why are you so sure it’s her?”
“I don’t know, intuition, a gut feeling,” Song Jin’yue suddenly realized something. “Wait… didn’t she say her name was Yan Zhizhi?”
“Mm.”
“Zhizhi Yan, Zhiyan…” Song Jin’yue covered her face.
“Let’s go.”
Hearing the voice behind her, Song Jin’yue’s expression twisted, she looked at Su Huo pleadingly: “What do I do? What do I do? Say something! Help me!”
“Why did you send me a voice transmission? Her cultivation is so much higher than ours, what’s the difference between that and shouting in her ear?” Su Huo asked, looking at Jiang Zhiyan.
Song Jin’yue felt her vision darken, what was she doing?
“Aren’t you coming?” Jiang Zhiyan asked.
“Coming, coming,” Song Jin’yue stood up, using the table for support, not daring to look at Jiang Zhiyan.
She took a deep breath.
Calm down, calm down.
Don’t panic.
That was what she was thinking, but her steps were unsteady, she felt like she was about to fall at any moment.
Jiang Zhiyan followed behind her, watching Song Jin’yue, preventing her from actually falling, but her mind was on something else: “I always feel like a part of her soul is missing in this world, but there doesn’t seem to be any problem, could it be something from her previous life?”
“Perhaps?” the System responded.
“Does this world have an underworld system?” Jiang Zhiyan continued to ask.
“Yes, but reincarnation, honestly, that concept only applies to mortals,” the System explained.
Jiang Zhiyan narrowed her eyes: “I’ll check the novel again when we get back, there must be a reason.”
Song Jin’yue still tripped and fell face-first while crossing the threshold. Jiang Zhiyan caught her just before she hit the ground and let her float beside her and Su Huo.
“There’s no need to be so harsh,” Song Jin’yue closed her eyes, she felt someone laughing at her.
Jiang Zhiyan placed her back on the ground steadily: “Can’t you even walk properly?”
“No, I…” Song Jin’yue opened her mouth to explain, then closed it, she didn’t know how to explain, and couldn’t this person tell? She glared at Jiang Zhiyan angrily, and after a few minutes, couldn’t help but transmit her voice to Jiang Zhiyan, “If you think I did something wrong, just tell me, I think there’s a lack of communication between us.”
“The problem is, I don’t know what you did wrong,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan, confused: “Don’t you like me anymore?”
“No,” Jiang Zhiyan immediately said.
Song Jin’yue looked away: “Really? But I feel like something’s off.”
“Then maybe it’s because you don’t like me,” Jiang Zhiyan said faintly. “If I have to find fault with you, that’s your fault.”
Song Jin’yue: ?
What a domineering statement.
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