Chapter 7

◎Overcoming Shame◎

“Who?”

The young girl showed a shocked expression: “Perhaps the Young sect leader meant the Young city lord, our second son. The first young master’s spiritual platform has shattered, his cultivation is completely destroyed, he is really not a person worthy of favor.”

Chi Lu frowned, her face showing displeasure: “Is this how the cultivators of Fengyue City privately belittle others?”

Before the young girl could explain, she raised her voice and shouted: “The one I want is Jing Shuxing, where is he now? I want to see him.”

The young girl lowered her head, apologizing in fear: “Young sect leader, please calm down, the first young master was called by the city lord for questioning, I will take you to see them now.”

Then she didn’t say much, obediently lowered her eyes, and led Chi Lu to a grand hall in the main city.

The hall was magnificent and splendid. Listening carefully, the rustling sounds inside were carried out by the wind, rushing out of the hall, making people feel annoyed.

Chi Lu listened carefully, and heard that the voice was a hysterical woman, who was issuing endless scolding.

“Speak! Who is that person?”

“You, such a person, actually have someone dare to help, watch me skin her.”

Upon entering the hall, Chi Lu first saw the woman who was scolding loudly. She was adorned with pearls and jades, elegant and luxurious, but her expression was extraordinarily ferocious, as if she couldn’t wait to tear the person in front of her to pieces.

“I’ve long seen that you’re no good, why does Yi Lang let you live, why doesn’t he kill you?”

The young man next to her was recognized by Chi Lu, it was the one who had called Ying Lianyi before. He stood not far away, his face calm and composed.

Jing Shuxing was shackled and locked in the hall, his black hair cascading down, covering his face. His hands and feet were tightly bound by chains, and his cold, thin ankles and wrists showed traces of blood.

His overly long eyelashes were like a round fan, lightly covering his fair and delicate eyelids. His expression was unclear, but one could see his long, ink-black hair gently trembling.

The smell of blood in the room rushed to the nose, and Chi Lu’s heart was instantly stirred.

She had been protected too well in Linghua Sect, the people in the sect were extremely fond of her, even a small bump would cause them to fuss over her for a long time. She had never thought that there would still be people in the world who would be so tortured.

Chi Lu pointed to the inside of the hall: “What is going on here?”

The young girl apologized slightly to Chi Lu: “It seems that the city lord has left early, leaving only Lady Ning and the Young city lord to interrogate.”

Interrogate? Is this how Fengyue City conducts interrogations in such a unique way?

Chi Lu immediately raised her voice: “What are you doing——” How can you call yourself a reputable sect?

The bracelet suddenly turned red hot, causing a series of red marks on her skin.

The system’s warning interrupted her again, rows of subtitles crossed the air and in front of her eyes, all with a warning meaning.

[Please follow the script to avoid conflicts with the mission.]

Chi Lu was so angry that she argued with it in her mind: “Did you feed your conscience to the beasts? He is in such a state now, if he is not treated, his life will be in danger. How can you let me do the mission with peace of mind?”

It was clearly a simple matter, why did it have to be so roundabout and troublesome?

[Please follow the script to avoid conflicts with the mission.] The system completely ignored Chi Lu.

The young girl stepped forward and introduced to Lady Ning: “Madam, the ‘Young sect leader’ we met before was fake, she is the real Young sect leader, and she is here to claim someone from us now.”

“Claim someone?” Lady Ning’s face changed.

She put on an arrogant posture, looking down at Chi Lu from above: “Are you also here to pursue my son?”

Chi Lu responded politely: “I am not here for the Young city lord, I am here for the first young master.”

Her gaze lightly brushed past the two of them, quickly turning to Jing Shuxing, the worry in her eyes was evident.

This attitude of completely ignoring the mother and son irritated Lady Ning. She clenched her fists, about to speak, but then heard Chi Lu say: “I want to take him away.”

Lady Ning’s expression twisted on the spot. 

What on earth has happened these days? First, an unidentified person broke into the courtyard to visit Jing Shuxing, and then the Young sect leader of Linghua Sect personally humbled herself to take him away. What kind of luck has this little beast walked into?

Chi Lu was still rigidly reciting her lines, pointing at the young man next to Lady Ning: “If you want to come, that’s fine.”

She recognized the young man standing next to Lady Ning, the Young city lord Jing Luoyun, the male protagonist in 《Heavenly Fate》, who had invited Ying Lianyi to the courtyard at that time.

As her words came out, Jing Luoyun’s face also changed. He steadied his expression and bowed to her: “The Young yect leader’s request is too exaggerated, I need to consult my father before making a decision.”

Just as everyone present was harboring their own thoughts, Lady Ning exclaimed: “Yi Lang.”

Chi Lu looked over and saw a cultivator with an immortal demeanor, wearing a crimson robe, striding forward. As he approached step by step, the pressure around him began to change.

His gaze fell on Chi Lu, and he spoke decisively: “Jing Shuxing is my eldest son, he absolutely cannot be given to others like an object.”

While pondering how to respond, she suddenly heard the sound of chains shaking. Jing Shuxing’s body stiffened and trembled, his face showing pain, a faint hint of crimson seeping from his pale lips, and his whole person was enveloped in a sense of brokenness.

Without thinking, Chi Lu quickly walked forward and bent down beside him, wanting to check his condition.

She abruptly stopped her movement, remembering that although she had changed her face, Jing Shuxing was blind and could only rely on his other four senses. If she still maintained her original speech and showed concern, she would immediately be recognized for her true identity.

She was anxious in her heart, the bracelet flashed with light, rows of subtitles neatly listed above, the lines on the screen were full of a style of strong coercion.

Chi Lu held back a strong sense of shame, reached out to Jing Shuxing’s slender neck that seemed like it could break at any moment, and her bare hand turned over, caught his clearly boned jaw, forcing him to lift his head.

“Such a good-looking person, it would be a pity if something happened.”

As soon as the words came out, the four people behind her all changed their faces, either anxious or angry, and there was Ying Lianyi’s frustration.

Chi Lu originally thought that Jing Shuxing would struggle, even if she had written a letter in advance to inform him of the situation, he should still show a mixed expression of resistance like at the beginning.

But she only waited for a pair of eyes as clear as a mirror lake. Those eyes clearly couldn’t see anything, but they gave Chi Lu the illusion of understanding everything.

Jing Shuxing obediently followed her fingertips and lifted his face, his expression was neither sad nor happy, with his slender wrist felt a slight chill. The long chain that bound Jing Shuxing swayed under his movement, lightly touching Chi Lu’s skin.

Jing Shuxing looked like he was on his last breath, he propped up his body and leaned close to Chi Lu, attached to her ear, and coughed softly twice. 

His tone was gentle, his expression somewhat weary, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Chi Lu suddenly realized that, apart from the time he deliberately drew her close, Jing Shuxing’s expression was always indifferent and gentle, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth that carried a hint of mockery.

He seemed like a different person compared to when she first saw him.

Jing Shuxing took a moment to catch his breath, and with a playful smile, he whispered softly in Chi Lu’s ear.

“Tell the city lord, I’m dying, he will certainly be impatient to hand me over to you.”