Ultimative Intelligenz

Kapitel 77

There was no one under the desk.

There wasn't anything on the desk either.

That's impossible. He sent people to follow her for a long time before he found out about Ye Qianqian's secret room... Where else could it be but here?

With a furrowed brow, King Asura turned away, stroking his chin in a somber mood.

"Hahaha..." A disciple of the Demonic Sect couldn't help but laugh.

The Asura King suddenly turned around and said in a sarcastic tone, "What are you laughing at!"

The disciple quickly covered his mouth and knelt down, saying, "This disciple knows his mistake, this disciple knows his mistake..."

King Asura was furious and was about to kick him, but to maintain his image as a gloomy and handsome man, he held back and said coldly, "Am I ridiculous?"

The disciple shook his head violently, as if having an epileptic seizure: "No, no, I was just looking at the painting on the table..."

painting?

Asura King leaned closer to take a look.

In the blink of an eye, Asura King quickly covered his mouth, but his shrugging shoulders still betrayed his barely suppressed laughter.

—The conversation between these two idiots is so cold yet so damn funny! I really want to laugh, but no, I can't laugh, I have to hold back, otherwise my carefully maintained image as a cold and aloof Dharma King will be completely ruined! But it's really so funny, hahahahaha…

The Asura King couldn't resist grabbing the stack of papers on the table and flipping through them page by page...

—Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on any longer...

The disciples looked at each other, then all looked up at the sky, pretending not to see anything.

After flipping through all the papers, Asura King's facial nerves were twitching to the point of being distorted.

He grabbed the paper and tried to stuff it into his clothes, only to realize something... the ink on the paper wasn't wet yet... which meant that the woman was still in this secret room.

Continue to look around.

Having finally pinpointed a location, a hint of smugness flashed in Asura King's eyes.

He suddenly lifted the lid of the water vat, and saw a woman squatting quietly inside, with a note floating above her head.

Sure enough, it's here!

Asura King said in a standard gloomy tone, "Come out, there's no use hiding anymore." As he spoke, he picked up the note and saw the words on it: Sealed.

—It's a seal! Hahaha, does she think she's a water tank? She even needs a seal!

Shen Zhili crawled out slowly and clumsily—she wasn't very good at this kind of thing to begin with, so it was already quite an achievement for her to be able to crawl in at all.

King Asura finally couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha, how can you be so stupid..."

Shen Zhili said expressionlessly, "Is it that funny?"

The laughter that had been building up suddenly erupted, and King Asura clutched his stomach and burst into wild laughter.

Shen Zhili: "..."

This guy has such a low threshold for laughter...

His life must have been very dull and boring. I feel so sorry for him...

No, what does this have to do with me...

Oh my god... Ye Qianqian is really unreliable. I got caught so quickly. I hope they're going to torture me. I'm terrified of pain and can't take it. If I bleed, I'll confess everything...

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The result was somewhat different from what Shen Zhili had expected.

Perhaps because she still had some use and the other party didn't think she would know anything, the Asura King didn't do anything to her, but simply moved her to another place to be imprisoned.

In addition to providing her with daily meals, they also brought her writing brushes and ink.

With pen and ink at her disposal, she was completely unable to escape this state of mind—Shen Zhili could only drug three or four people at most, and there were more than a dozen people watching over her. Even if she had the poison on her body, it probably wouldn't be enough, let alone a solution. Helpless, she naturally continued her boring creations... However, strangely enough, as soon as she finished painting, her work would disappear the next morning.

After this happened several times, Shen Zhili gradually lost interest in painting.

Especially these past few days, since the place where she was detained was changed from a dungeon to a camel cart, Shen Zhili was so busy suppressing the nausea caused by the bumpy journey that she had no energy left for anything else.

The Asura King summoned her again, subtly implying that if Shen Zhili didn't do something meaningful, she probably wouldn't receive such good treatment anymore.

Shen Zhili was confused... What is a meaningful thing?

The Asura King waved the stack of papers in his hand at her with a grim expression...

A very familiar stack of papers...

Shen Zhili: "..."

Does this guy like looking at her paintings? He should have said so earlier...

Because of his study of cursive script for writing prescriptions, Shen Zhili's paintings have always been... cough cough, this is the first time in his life that they have been appreciated by someone.

There's an inexplicable sense of satisfaction...

Continuing his efforts, Shen Zhili would create more works on paper whenever he had free time, and added many new characters.

Three days later, the demonic sect disciple who brought her food shyly took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and handed them to Shen Zhili.

Shen Zhili looked at the increasingly better meals with satisfaction, then turned her head with a slight puzzlement.

The demonic sect disciple asked in a low, hesitant voice, "Um... could you give me your autograph?"

Shen Zhili felt a lump in her throat... Had she finally found a talent other than medicine?!

More and more people came to ask for autographs, and just as Shen Zhili had signed his hundredth autograph, the convoy stopped.

They had clearly left the desert and stopped in a small border town.

The city was still guarded by disciples of the Demonic Sect. They were orderly, and the atmosphere gradually quieted down. Even the young man who delivered food to Shen Zhili stopped saying anything.

Shen Zhili put away her paintbrush and calmed her mind.

She was locked in an old house, with the constant sound of horses' hooves and fighting outside, and the air filled with a sour and salty smell.

A few more days passed, and Shen Zhili never expected to see Su Chenche at this time and in this place.

To be more precise, it was a distant glimpse of Su Chenche.

On the fifth day of her imprisonment, Shen Zhili was dragged up to the city wall. To prevent her from taking any extreme actions, she was shackled with several layers of chains. Fortunately, the demonic sect disciple who put the chains on her had asked for her autograph beforehand, and the lightest material was chosen, which made it easier for Shen Zhili to bear.

Beneath the city walls stood a group of martial arts practitioners, armed and in armor.

Many of them looked very familiar; she vaguely remembered seeing them at a martial arts tournament.

And the people at the very front...

It's Su Chenche.

He wore a pure white robe as white as snow, his long hair was neatly combed and tied behind a jade crown on his head, two moon-white ribbons hung down from his ears, and a brocade belt was tied around his waist. He looked every bit the elegant young gentleman.

At this moment, he stood on his horse in the wind, the light of his longsword flashing in his hand. As he slightly raised his eyes, two moon-white ribbons swayed, seemingly elongating his entire figure and making him appear even more handsome and ethereal.

The wind and sand whipped his clothes, making them flutter, and the jade pendants at his waist jingled.

And his gaze...

His gaze...

Although a smile remained on her lips, it didn't seem to reach her heart; it only lingered on the surface. A nonchalant sharpness was reflected in her amber pupils.

This made him resemble a drawn sword, sharp and gleaming with a cold light, exuding an aura that was impossible to look directly at.

Is this Su Chenche?

The city tower was too far away, so Su Chenche didn't see her. Instead, he looked at the group of women holding zithers opposite him.

King Gandharva covered his lips with his hand and smiled slightly: "It's been a long time, Prince Twelve Nights."

Su Chenche smiled in response: "How have you been?"

The Gandharva King gave her a flirtatious wink: "Young master, bringing so many people here is really frightening... I wonder if you will show mercy to a delicate woman like me?"

Su Chenche still smiled, his eyes pure yet cold: "...If you want to know, why not give it a try?"

"Young Master Twelve Nights, don't waste time talking to this vixen, just fight her!"

"Let's fight! I'm here to wipe out the Demonic Sect. What's with all this nonsense!"

Su Chenche shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Then let's start fighting."

A shadow crossed the Gandharva Queen's eyes, but before Su Chenche could react, she plucked the strings of her zither, signaling her female disciples behind her to form a sword formation. The Gandharva Queen was a musician, and her attacks were always primarily based on sound. She was quite confident in this; Su Chenche had fallen for her tricks before, and this time too…

Wait... ah...

The Gandharva King stared in disbelief at the sword piercing her shoulder, then at the female disciples on the ground who had been sent flying by Su Chenche's single move. A bead of sweat slowly seeped down her forehead...

She was only just starting out, how could she...?

Su Chenche smiled politely: "I probably don't intend to show any mercy..."

He drew his longsword, lifted it from his wrist, and thrust it toward the Gandharva King's heart.

The Gandharva King dodged in a sorry state, but Su Chenche's sword followed closely like a venomous snake.

At the critical moment, a long spear blocked Su Chenche's sword, and the Asura King pulled the Gandharva King back, saying, "I'll fight you."

King Gandharva covered the wound on his shoulder, his handsome face darkening as he said, "I misjudged the situation. I owe you a favor."

After saying that, he led his men to retreat to the back.

Su Chenche didn't chase after him, but simply glanced at Asura King and calmly stated, "You can't beat me."

These five simple words conveyed unwavering certainty and confidence.

The Asura King laughed, his voice hoarse and chilling: "Even if you can't beat me, there are other ways to beat you."

Su Chenche yawned and turned around.

Asura King: "Where are you going?"

Su Chenche didn't even turn his head: "If you're tired of fighting, find someone to take turns with you... Form a sword formation."

Behind them, Qingxing whispered a reminder: "My lord, we don't have that..."

Su Chenche raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying matter-of-factly, "I'm just learning and putting it to use!"

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