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My Wife Climbs the Wall (Author: Lian Zhi Qing Ting)

Chapter 1 The Enchantress's Wedding

In today's martial arts world, who is considered the number one sect of the demonic path?

Ask ten people, and all ten will answer without hesitation: Cangming Water Pavilion. But the eleventh person might say: Youming Sect—clearly, this eleventh person has some hearing problems.

Among the dense text on the Demonic Path Cangming Ranking is this line: The Number One Evil Cult in the Demonic Path - Youming Heaven.

Therefore, compared to Cangming Shuixie, the largest sect in the demonic path that is both righteous and evil, Youming Sect may not be as large, but it is a genuine "demonic cult".

Those who know about the Netherworld Cult will naturally know about the Netherworld Heaven and the Blissful Heaven, and those who know about the Netherworld Heaven will also know about the Eight Guardians of the Netherworld Heaven—and a little tail of the Eight Guardians.

This tail is [Kalavinka], Ningxian.

—Zhanzhou, a small gang—

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless. The weather was warm, but in the courtyard of a small manor, a slight chill could be felt.

The cracking of whips rose and fell incessantly, while a lazy, nonchalant voice counted, "Seventy-eight, seventy-nine... Hey, gang leader, haven't you decided yet? In this heat, how long do you want me to keep counting... Seventy... Huh? Where was I?"

In the courtyard near the entrance to the main hall, there stood a carved wooden armchair. The woman in the chair appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure. She wore a light black satin dress covered with a layer of black gauze, with subtle green vine patterns adorning the collar, hem, and belt. Her face was delicate and charming, her expression languid, yet with a hint of wickedness. Against the backdrop of her black attire, she resembled a flower yet to fully bloom in the night—was it pure and innocent, or bewitching and seductive? It left much to the imagination.

Seemingly impatient, he thought for a moment, then said, "Since you've forgotten, let's start counting from the beginning—"

"No—no, Lord Jialing, please spare my son!"

Beside her, a thin man in his forties, covered in cold sweat, pleaded anxiously, glancing from time to time at the young man in the yard whose back had been whipped and was now a mangled mess.

The woman in black glanced at him casually and said, "Chief Du, I know you dote on your youngest son, but Youmingtian is not a benevolent philanthropist. Your eldest son ran away after owing money. Either you pay it back for him, or... we'll just have to get it back in our own way. If we can't get the money back, we don't care if he loses his life."

Chief Du knew very well that Youmingtian meant what he said. Ignoring the sweat on his face, he cried out in despair, "Two hundred thousand taels of silver...where am I supposed to get that kind of money in such a short time..."

"It's 250,000 taels. Please don't forget the interest."

Before the Demonic Sect's Netherworld Heaven, what room did a small gang like his have to bargain? It was truly a sin to have raised such a spendthrift son, who caused trouble for himself and implicated his family and younger brother! He could kick his eldest son out, but this youngest son was his only heir... Gritting his teeth, he said, "Lord Jialing, I offer the land deed of our sect as collateral, please have mercy and spare my son!" He hurriedly sent someone to fetch the land deed and presented it with both hands.

The woman in black glanced at it twice to confirm it was correct, then hesitated and said, "Chief Du, I think you understand that even if you mortgage this land deed, it's only worth 100,000 taels..."

"Yes, I will definitely find a way—"

"Alright," she stood up from the chair, lazily stretching and loosening her limbs. "It's so hot, I'm tired of counting. I'll take the land deed back first. As for the remaining silver—well, your gang will temporarily submit to Youmingtian and be under my name. That way, I can report back easily. You can pay back the silver slowly. Once it's all paid off, your gang will be free again. But according to the rules, you have to pay a year's 'annual fee' for every year you're under my name, understand?"

"Thank you, Lord Jialing!"

"Come on, now that we've reached an agreement, have me sign all the 'sell the gang,' 'sell the body,' 'sell the house,' and 'sell the person,' because I need to go back and report."

Chief Du seemed to age ten years in an instant. Whether this "Lord Jialing" was taking advantage of the situation or not, only in this way could they alleviate their immediate crisis and save their son's life. "Jialing" would naturally profit from this, and for the Du family, it would be a great act of kindness. Chief Du understood this perfectly well; regardless of whether "Jialing" was acting out of self-interest or out of momentary goodwill, he dared not voice any objections.

The slender, black-clad figure of "Jialing" departed with her subordinates, and a small, unknown gang in the martial arts world was silently swallowed up and disappeared...

——Netherworld Heaven Main Altar——

Ning Xian returned to the Netherworld Heaven headquarters. Looking left and right, the empty hall was completely deserted. Did everyone go out to drink and carouse and leave her to work alone?

However, one thing is certain—even if she goes out and flirts with respectable young men, there will still be someone diligently upholding their duty.

Sure enough, before she'd gone halfway around, she saw her brother, the deputy head of the Netherworld—wearing the same black robe, with subtle dark green patterns at the waist and hem, exuding a cold and composed aura. She immediately put on a meek and obedient smile and approached, "Big brother, I'm back. Here, this is the debt we collected. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now..."

With her docile and obedient smile and immediate escape, [Naga] Longjue knew without a doubt that she must have brought back some strange thing "again." —The [land deed] was fine, but what about the other one…?

"I sent you to collect debts, and you ended up bringing back a gang?"

A cold voice came from behind. Ning Xian paused in his escape, turned around, and backed away while laughing, "Anyway, he'll pay me back..."

What about the interest before the loan is repaid?

"He will pay his New Year's money..."

"The annual allowance is paid once a year, but it's not as good as the interest that rolls in every month. Besides, if it's deposited in your name, nearly half of it will end up in your pocket?"

Ning Xian had already retreated to the door, throwing out a sentence: "We are siblings and fellow believers, so what's wrong with giving me a red envelope?" She had already run out the door and was about to slip away when suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of her. A person with flowing robes and a graceful figure wrapped in a white brocade robe stood in front of Ning Xian, raising her willow-leaf eyebrows and smilingly blocking her way.

"Hey, Broken String, there's a letter from home."

"My home?" she asked, puzzled. This person was Mu Yuan, the White-Robed Left Envoy of the Netherworld Heaven, a powerful figure second only to the sect leader. When did he become a servant delivering a letter? Ning Xian took the letter, casually opened it, glanced at it, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the pond beside him without even making a splash.

"What did they say?"

Ning Xian glanced at the smiling Left Envoy Mu Yuan, wondering if this Left Envoy was so idle that he had nothing to do and was so interested in his subordinates' letters.

"Let's talk about that matter again."

"Going home to get married? The day is almost here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, who would want to do something so boring? I think they're just retired from the martial arts world with nothing better to do, just messing around all day."

Seeing Ning Xian's nonchalant demeanor, seemingly unaware of the impending doom, Zuo Shi Mu Yuan raised a brow, her amber eyes revealing an undeniable allure. She leisurely opened her folding fan, anticipating the spectacle, and said, "Oh? Speaking of which, I have another letter here—Long Jue! A letter from your family!" With a flick of her wrist, the thin letter flew through the air and landed steadily in Long Jue's hand. Ning Xian paused, slowly turning to stare at the handsome man before her, his smile enigmatic, her eyes questioning: Could it be… what she's thinking?

Left Envoy Mu Yuan waved his fan in a cheeky manner, then let out two cheeky "hehe..." sounds, without denying anything.

Seeing this, Ning Xian turned to run, but before she could take two steps, Long Jue, having already finished reading the letter, swooped down like a black eagle, grabbing her shoulder and immobilizing her. At the same time, he expressionlessly waved the letter in his hand, saying, "Father wants me to take you back."

"Big...Big Brother..." she chuckled dryly, still trying to slip away.

"Where to?"