Safety

Chapter 17

There was a sudden gust of wind...%￥*&……%￥&……%￥（

Narrator: (Covering face) I told you not to mess with him, but he's so wicked, why did you go up and talk to him...

Chapter 46

His movements were as fast as lightning, and before I could react, I felt a chill on my chest as his fingers pressed against it. The chill landed on top of my undergarment, and through the thin fabric, it made me shiver.

"Just as I thought." He said slowly, his fingers moving slightly as he gently stroked the scar left by Cheng Wei's knife.

His fingers were as cold as ancient ice. I had been heartbroken by his actions, but now I suddenly felt dazed. I remembered the dark, damp crevice in the stone, and the hand that pushed me away three years ago. That was a memory that was forever covered in frost, untouchable. But now everything started all over again, and a bone-chilling cold current, with his movements, engulfed me inch by inch.

I forgot to struggle, my whole body went limp, and I just silently looked at him.

He didn't look at me, but stared at the scar for a long time before finally asking me, "Tell me, where did you get the sacred object of our religion that resides in your body, and who planted it?"

I remained silent, forced to remain silent, because no acupoint on my body was open, including the mute acupoint.

He sat back in the chair, lifted a finger to release my pressure points, looked into my eyes waiting for my answer, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

As the pressure points were suddenly released, I coughed and instinctively reached out to cover my chest with my hands. Qingfeng, who had been crouching in the corner for a long time, turned around sharply upon hearing the sound and rushed over as soon as I moved.

"Get out." The hoarse voice rang out again, and everything went black before my eyes as I was covered with a thin blanket.

"Your Excellency! This woman is looking at you with the eyes of a wolf or a tiger. Why don't I tie her up first?"

"Get out." His response was still just two short words. I heard the door open and close again under the thin blanket, the sound dragging. I didn't even need to look to know that Qingfeng had suffered a heavy blow this time.

Afraid of not being able to see him, I immediately pulled down the thin blanket to reveal my face. He watched my every move, not caring that my pressure points had been released, and only asked me a question.

"Speak."

Finally, I was able to speak. I took a deep breath, and just as I uttered the first word, I heard a commotion outside. Then the door was pushed open with a bang, and I heard Qingfeng's voice.

"Your Majesty, someone has broken in, and some people outside have been subdued."

He snorted, stood up, and turned to leave. The hem of his scarlet robe swept past my eyes. In a moment of panic, I reached out and grabbed him, but the fabric was as smooth as water, and no matter how tightly I tightened my fingers, I couldn't feel anything.

His gaze fell upon me, and he frowned again. I felt a slight tingling in my fingertips, as if there was a rebounding force on the fabric, forcing me to let go. When I looked again, he had already reached the door, only instructing Qingfeng, "Keep an eye on her," before disappearing outside in the blink of an eye.

I was eager to follow, but I felt unwell. Qingfeng groaned as he walked to the bedside and stared at me.

"His Majesty sealed all your major acupoints. Even if he unseales them, it will take several hours for you to recover your strength. You still want to run away? Don't even dream about it."

I hate this nagging kid. I glared back at him. "Who wants to run away?" He looked at me with his eyebrows twitching, probably thinking of what other vicious things he could say. I was too lazy to pay attention to him. I propped myself up and tried to get up, but then I remembered that my blue robe was already torn, and I deflated.

Realizing that he was the only one in front of her, she turned to him and asked, "That, that guy who just walked out... who is he? What's his name?"

"Bah! How dare you address the Holy Envoy of my sect by his name?" He flipped his palm, and a red flame bloomed before my eyes. "Look closely, are you scared now?"

I stared at the ball of flame for a long time, then shook my head. "I don't know it."

He was feeling smug when he heard this and burst out laughing, "Hey, where did you come from, you wild woman? You don't even know the famous Holy Fire Sect!"

I recognized those three words he said, but I racked my brains trying to remember where I had heard them before. After a while, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I punched my right palm with my left fist and yelled.

"Cult!"

Qingfeng jumped up suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, but I was in even more pain than him, and I collapsed onto the bed, clutching my head.

How could Ji Feng have joined a cult? Could that not be him? But that face, that face…

Too many inexplicable disappointments made my head throb and my temples throb. I rolled over in bed with difficulty, feeling completely disoriented.

"Hey, hey!" Qingfeng started chattering again. I was about to tell him to shut up when his voice was suddenly cut off, and he flew up and crashed into the corner of the bed with a thud.

I woke up with a start and looked up. A sliver of white moonlight shone in front of my bed. It was my master, Wende, whose voice was as cold and clear as ever.

"Still lying there? Let's go."

I glanced at Qingfeng's miserable state and instinctively said "Oh," but then, thinking of my own disheveled state under the thin blanket, I sat up and lay back down.

His eyebrows twitched, and then he finally noticed the corner of my tattered blue robe sticking out. A sharp, cold glint suddenly shot from his calm eyes, making me shiver.

I was frightened by his gaze. I was about to explain that the situation wasn't what he thought, but a dark shadow swept through the air, my waist tightened, and before I knew it, I was in someone else's arms, curled up in a thin blanket, being held like a caterpillar in someone's embrace.

My ankle tightened at the same time as Wen De's robe sleeves wrapped around it and pulled on both sides. I couldn't help but scream. Fortunately, they stopped pulling at the same time, otherwise I would have been torn apart on the spot.

"Mr. Wen, I have something I'd like to ask this young lady. May I borrow her for a moment?" A voice sounded from above, still hoarse. Tears welled up in my eyes from the pain, and through the blur, I saw that he had put on a hideous mask, thinly covering his face, revealing only a pair of dark, night-like eyes.

"Why do you say such things, Right Envoy? If you truly wish to have a talk with the Qingcheng Sect, our sect will certainly clean the courtyard and welcome you. To take something without prior notice is truly an eye-opener for me."

The two of them actually grabbed me, one on each side, and started speaking politely in a literary style, but the implication was that they didn't treat me like a human being at all. If this had happened normally, I would have definitely rebelled and demanded an explanation: what exactly did "borrowing" mean? And what did "taking without asking" mean? But my body was enveloped in the smooth, watery crimson of his body. His arms were strong, and his fingers were firmly around my waist. My body was forced to press tightly against his, my cheek against his neck, my breath mingling with his exhalation. It was a moment I had experienced before: warm skin, pulsating veins, pressed together like that, and the whole world seemed to have nothing to do with me anymore.

I drifted into a daze again. The sounds around me gradually faded away. I closed my eyes, gave up struggling, lowered my head into that warmth, and took a deep breath.

...

Ping An: Hai, let's talk in private.

Hai: ...Ping An, I admit I'm your stepmother...

Chapter 47

The scene was tense, and the room fell silent, deathly still. Suddenly, someone groaned; it was Qingfeng rolling in the corner. I looked up in surprise, and in an instant, I was thrown out the door by Mo Li. Wen De's white robe sleeve was still wrapped around my ankle, but now it was completely powerless, shattering like rotten wood. Wen De frowned, shook off the torn sleeve, and flew over to grab me, but as soon as I heard the whoosh of wind, Mo Li took advantage of the moment to leap out of the room and fly straight to the corridor, whipping me in mid-air once again. Wen De snorted coldly, then leaped again.

Wen De's lightness skill was superb, and he could leap freely across the ten-thousand-foot cliff. This distance was nothing more than a breath away for him. His white clothes fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me. Mo Li had not yet landed. His long whip was wrapped around my body. Several muffled sounds and surging air waves rang out around me. The sound of many things breaking rang out. My vision was blurred. The two of them had already exchanged several blows in the air. When they landed, they each took a step back.

I still had a long whip wrapped around my waist, and my body was forced to lean against Mo Li. Wen De landed not far from us, his face as cold as frost. There were many people downstairs who immediately surrounded us after their high-profile landing.

I saw my fellow disciples and even more strangers. Miss Jin was there too, wearing a white flower in her hair. As soon as Master landed, she clung to him tightly. Wen De remained silent and motionless, his eyes never leaving Mo Li beside me. After a short rest, he slowly opened his mouth, but before he could speak, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

I was stunned, not expecting to see this. I moved, but Mo Li pulled me behind him. He was alone in front of this large group of people, yet he remained calm and composed, watching them as still as a mountain.

Miss Jin screamed, "Leader Wen, you're injured?" Then, filled with grief and indignation, she turned back and glared at me, "You bunch of evil cultists, you used insidious means to kill my father, seize my family's canal transport route, and now you've even injured Leader Wen! I'll fight you to the death!"

Her voice was shrill, and many people on the other end echoed her. Although I was worried about my master, I was still confused for a moment. After thinking about it, I realized that it was just me and Mo Li here. I didn't know where the phrase "you guys" came from.

Wen De frowned slightly, probably finding the group noisy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at his fingertips, and suddenly smiled, looking at Mo Li as he spoke, "Right Envoy, you have excellent skills."

I've known Wende for three years and have never seen him smile. I think it's better if he doesn't smile. He's already cold, and if he smiles, it'll freeze everything in two. Everyone around him will be so cold that they'll fall silent. The noise from before will disappear in an instant.

"Mr. Wen, you flatter me." Mo Li spoke in a hoarse voice, looking around the room. "I should have welcomed you all to my temporary lodging today, but things have come up suddenly and I am not in a position to entertain you all. I will have to leave for another time. Mr. Wen, it has been a pleasure to meet you today. I will take my leave now." After saying that, he seemed to be about to leave.

"Could you please release my junior sister first, Right Envoy?" The eldest brother's voice rang out from the crowd. I usually get a headache when I hear him speak, but today I feel a sense of warmth. Thinking about this mess, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat.

"Is that your sect's junior sister?" someone exclaimed, it was that annoying Miss Jin again, "Why is she so disheveled and wrapped in a thin blanket? I thought she was that vile thief's..."

She suddenly stopped talking. I had been so annoyed by her earlier words that I wanted to disappear into a hole. But now, feeling strange, I couldn't help but peek out again. I saw many people staring at her, mostly my senior brothers and sisters, trying their best to put pressure on her with their eyes. Wen De and Mo Li also glanced at her, just out of the corner of their eyes, but I could feel the chill in their eyes. It was bone-chilling. If it were me, I would have been instantly killed.

"Did this young lady say before that my teachings were related to your father's death?" Mo Liwei turned slightly to the side and looked at her as he spoke.

Miss Jin was already somewhat intimidated by his gaze, and when he suddenly asked her a question, she couldn't utter a word. Fortunately, a talented young man came to her aid.

"Miss Jin, don't be afraid. Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. There's no need to be polite to this kind of person."

She snapped out of her daze, nodded, and straightened her neck. "Exactly. My father was inspecting the canal route when he was killed on a boat by a cult. There wasn't a single survivor on the entire ship. You are so ruthless, what else is there to say?"

"Who?" Mo Li's voice cut off Miss Jin's long speech with a single word.

"Don't deny it, my father is Jin Haikong, the head of the Jin Chaotang!" she screamed.

"Never heard of it." Mo Li tossed out those three words, his eyes filled with boredom. He turned around, pulled me into his arms, and actually lowered his head to say that to me in front of so many people.

"Let's go." After saying that, he picked me up and walked out.

A commotion erupted behind him, and people immediately caught up. But with a loud bang, a cloud of red powder mist swept down from above, and someone shouted out.

"It's fire poison!" Chaos erupted instantly. Everyone closed their eyes, covered their heads, and scattered to avoid it, but with the powdery mist spreading, where could anyone escape? I was also startled and turned to see how Wende and my fellow disciples were doing, but Mo Li moved like lightning and in the blink of an eye, he had already darted out of the gate. Outside the gate was a garden with pavilions scattered about. He showed no intention of stopping and leaped over the wall, finding himself in the heart of the bustling city.

The bustling city was teeming with vendors and pedestrians. When we descended from the sky like this, many people screamed, but Mo Li ignored them completely. He then leaped into the alley. Someone tumbled and scrambled after us. It was Qingfeng, the little kid who had been sent flying by Wen De earlier. As he tried to catch up, he boasted, "Your Excellency, wait for me. I just activated all the mechanisms in the building. I didn't miss a single one."

The alley was deep and narrow. After turning several corners, Mo Li leaped into another family's courtyard. Qing Feng's face turned pale. He swung his long whip and pulled Mo Li directly in from outside.

When Qingfeng landed, he rolled on the ground. A round, chubby person rushed out of the house, grabbed him, and shouted, "Qingfeng, what happened to you? Oh dear, you're injured!" Then came a long string of sentences, so long-winded that even the usually noisy Qingfeng groaned.

"Full Moon, where is His Majesty? His Majesty is..."

The girl looked up at Mo Li. He had a round face, round eyes, and a round nose. He was indeed a round little moon. After looking at him, his face looked even more miserable than before. He spoke in a bitter tone, and tears were about to come out.

"Your Majesty, the woman in red just sent word that something has happened at Shijialou."

Mo Li only said, "I understand." Then she walked straight into the house without stopping for a moment. When Yuan Yue saw me, she exclaimed in surprise, her finger trembling, "And this young lady is...?"

I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and pretended that I didn't exist.

Yuan Yue, concerned about Qing Feng still lying on the ground, didn't follow him in. Mo Li strode through the hall and corridors, finally entering the inner room. He threw me onto the bed. I knew his martial arts were superb, even Wen De couldn't withstand him, let alone my mediocre skills. So I simply gave up struggling and watched him expectantly, wondering what he would do next.

But he didn't look at me. He reached out and swept the mask off, tossing it casually onto the side table. Perhaps because he had been covered by the mask for too long, his face appeared slightly pale in the twilight, which only made his dark eyes and eyebrows stand out even more. I only glanced at him, and all the fear and repulsion I had accumulated towards him vanished. My chest caved in, and my heart softened instantly.

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Narrator: She was indeed writing, just slowly...

Chapter 48

He stood by the bed, and I lay on the bed. Our eyes met. I finally got the chance to speak. Not wanting to be interrupted again, I spoke without hesitation, uttering those two words that had been buried in the softest part of my heart for the past three years.

I call him "Monsoon".

After calling out, she couldn't continue. She opened her mouth twice, her voice became hoarse, her eyes reddened, and finally she slowly called out to him again, "Ji Feng."

He looked at me coldly, frowned, and only answered with two words, "Mo Li."

I stared at him stubbornly and added, with certainty, "Ji Feng, it's me, Ping An. You just don't remember me."

He raised an eyebrow, revealing a slightly impatient expression, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, asking directly.

"Ping An, answer my question from before."

His voice was still hoarse and hard to hear, but that one word of peace made me involuntarily close my eyes, turn my face away, and force myself not to look at him anymore.

I don't believe he isn't Ji Feng, even though everything that's happened tells me that the person standing in front of me is a cult figure. Everyone calls him Mo Li. He is the Right Envoy of the Holy Fire Cult. He wears a ferocious mask when facing people and exudes an evil aura.

The way he looked at me was completely unfamiliar. In the blink of an eye, he injured Wende, my master, who was like a god to me. He whipped me around, and I was not even as good as an ant in his eyes. He brought me here only because he wanted to know where something in my body came from. But I still don't believe that he is not Jifeng.

How could there be two people in this world who look so alike? Ji Feng said he had many brothers and sisters, but most of them had died on the battlefield, and those who survived were much older than him. Even twins couldn't look exactly alike. I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe this isn't him.