Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 206 Backstab
Shake!

Tremors!

Space is upside down!
……

A wave of nausea washed over them, and before they knew it, they had left Fengyue Valley and found themselves in the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Teleportation array?"

Zhu Ju took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his body caused by nausea:

"It's completely different from what I imagined."

He originally thought that the immortal teleportation array would teleport him in an instant, and that people inside would not feel it.

Just like his journey to another world, it only takes a thought to go back and forth.

Never thought.

The Hehuan Sect's teleportation array is like an upside-down gourd, almost enough to make someone vomit up their dinner from the night before.

Fortunately,

It finally came out.

"Random teleportation, fixed-point return—no wonder no one has known the exact location of Wind and Moon Valley for so many years." Scanning the vast expanse around him, Zhu Ju formed a sword-finger gesture, unleashing a flurry of sword energy.
"Yuan Tong, let's find a place to confirm the location first."

"Shh!"

The blades enveloped the two as they soared into the sky, hurtling towards a distant mountain peak.

"what happened to you?"

Zhu Ju turned his head to look, feigning confusion, and asked:
"We finally escaped with great difficulty, we should be happy, but we've been gloomy the whole way. Are we worried about being hunted down by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect?"

“…No.” Zhou Yuantong’s expression was stiff, her voice wooden, as if she had lost her soul:
"I'm just thinking about Ding Gui."

"Ding Gui?" Zhu Ju descended his escape light, confirmed the location, and said:
"This woman's original name was Song Zhi, and her husband's surname was Ding."

"Originally an outer disciple of the Xuanqing Sect, he changed his name to Ding Gui after being captured by the Hehuan Sect to avoid trouble."

"Song Zhi was exceptionally beautiful and skilled in weapon crafting. She disfigured herself and hid in the weapon crafting hall of Fengyue Valley..."

"It is closely related to the deaths of several sect disciples."

Information about Ding Gui, or rather Song Zhi, was already clear before they left Fengyue Valley.

"Yuan Tong."

Landing atop the mountain, Zhu Ju spoke:

"Ding Gui fled all the way to the East Sea, where the demonic forces are vacant. We can take this opportunity to get away from the Hehuan Sect."

"What I mean is, we can try to complete the mission first, and then talk about other things after we get closer to the East China Sea."

"Hmm." Zhou Yuantong nodded slowly, then suddenly whispered:

"My husband, what do you think about us staying in Fengyue Valley forever?"

"We've lived a pretty good life in Fengyue Valley all these years, maybe we should have a child..."

She seemed to be trying to salvage something.

"Yuan Tong." Zhu Ju stood against the wind and said slowly:

"What you're saying is unrealistic. Senior Consort Yuan will not let us go, and Fengyue Valley is ultimately not a safe place."

"Let's go!"

"Let's find out where Ding Gui went first."

He gently embraced Zhou Yuantong's waist, seemingly unaware of the unusual stiffness, and rode his weapon into the air.

A few days later.

A city for ordinary people.

Zhu and Ju changed into Taoist robes and knocked on a courtyard gate.

"squeak……"

An elderly woman with a hunched back opened the door and looked out with cloudy eyes:
"What's wrong, you two?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Zhu Ju bowed and spoke slowly:
“Old man, I am a Daoist from Mingxu Mountain Gate and Wuliang Temple on Longshou Peak. I heard that a fellow Daoist named Song has come here, so I have come to pay my respects.”

"Are you looking for Song Zhi?" The old woman nodded first, then shook her head.

"She came, but then left."

"They're gone?" Zhu Ju frowned. The trail to the Hehuan Sect ended there; if it went cold, it would be troublesome.

"Old man, where has Fellow Daoist Song gone?"

“She didn’t say.” The old woman shook her head, then added:
"But she must have gone to Tianhui Mountain in the east. She had nowhere else to go."

Tianhui Mountain?
Zhu Ju nodded slowly.

Zhou Yuantong, standing to the side, looked dazed, the scenes she had witnessed in the Yuanfei Hall before coming here flashing through her mind.

…………

several years ago.

Zhou Yuantong left Fengyue Valley to carry out a mission, while Consort Yuan left Zhu Ju behind to explain the secrets of the Yin-Yang Seed Technique.

A mountain breeze is blowing.

Zhu Juchang's hair flew in the wind, his clothes fluttered, and his handsome features were as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding a strong masculine aura.

However, it differs from Zhou Yuantong's memory.

The face no longer held its usual kindness, gentleness, and smile; instead, it bore the mark of greed and endless desire.

And then there's the ruthlessness of using any means necessary to achieve one's goals.

Is what you say true, senior?

Zhu Ju looked directly at Consort Yuan and said solemnly:

"If I can win Yuan Tong's heart, I can also help the Yin-Yang Seed mature and turn against its master to perfect myself?"

"Could it even advance to the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"Indeed." Consort Yuan chuckled.
"In the thousands of years of the Hehuan Sect, there have been very few cases of the furnace turning into a backlash, but there are always exceptions."

“One of the sect’s current Dao Foundation cultivators was once the furnace vessel of a certain core disciple, and he achieved Dao Foundation by killing his master.”

"Of course, you need to make sure that Yuan Tong truly loves you and is even willing to die for you."

“This…” Zhu Ju hesitated.

"What?" Consort Yuan chuckled.
"You can't do it?"

"Human hearts are unpredictable, and I, Zhu, truly have no confidence," Zhu Ju frankly admitted.

"Although I get along very well with Yuan Tong, I have never been completely open with her and I am always on guard."

"Hehe..." Consort Yuan covered her mouth and chuckled:
"What a heartless person. But just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't, especially Yuan Tong. She is innocent and pure-hearted. She is even willing to give up the Dao Foundation Realm that is within her reach for you."

"You should know that Dao Foundation cultivators can live for three or four hundred years."

"If you put in the effort, she will surely be devoted to you. Then you can proceed according to the law..."

"To seize her primordial spirit would be as easy as turning one's hand."

"I see..." Zhu Ju seemed to be deep in thought.
"I'm just afraid of what might happen."

"You're so timid." Consort Yuan rolled her eyes and tossed out a talisman:
"This talisman is called the Substitute Death Talisman. Find an opportunity to put Yuan Tong in danger, and then sacrifice yourself to block it."

"Given Yuan Tong's personality, he will surely be moved to tears, and perhaps he can help the Yin-Yang Seed mature in one fell swoop."

Zhu Ju took the talisman, seemingly lost in thought.

"senior."

He raised his head, a greedy look on his face:
"After Yuan Tong leaves, can I really have you?"

"Of course!" Consort Yuan giggled and swayed her body as she said.
"As long as you don't mind my withered and fallen body, I will certainly offer myself to keep you company in bed."

"No, no." Zhu Ju's face was filled with fanaticism as he stepped forward and reached out to grab Consort Yuan's sleeve.

"Don't rush," Consort Yuan said lightly, dodging the attack.

"We'll talk after you've finished playing with Yuan Tong. I'll wait for you."

"Okay, okay." Zhu Ju looked eager.

"Senior, rest assured, I will make that Yin-Yang seed mature as soon as possible, and then I will ask to make love to you."

A few years later.

above the hall.

The scene of the precious pearl's transformation was frozen in time, and Zhu Juna's eager, greedy, and desire-filled eyes fell upon him.

"No!"

Zhou Yuantong gritted her teeth and stared intently at Consort Yuan:

"This is an illusion!"

"Why deceive yourself?" Consort Yuan chuckled.
"You know very well that I am not skilled in illusion magic, and are you sure there is such a realistic illusion?" "You..." Zhou Yuantong trembled:

“It was you who used your seductive arts to tempt your husband. With the seductive arts of a Dao Foundation cultivator, Zhu Ju certainly couldn’t resist.”

"My dear disciple," Consort Yuan sighed softly.
"If seductive arts could help the Yin-Yang seed mature, the Hehuan Sect would have already dominated the world and been invincible."

"Think about it carefully. Has Zhu Ju never revealed any flaws in front of you?"

"My husband and I are deeply in love, how could there be any flaws?" Zhou Yuantong stepped forward, her eyes reddening.

"You can't fool me!"

"Oh!" Consort Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"It seems his acting skills are better than I imagined, or perhaps you are too naive and have been blinded."

"Stop, stop!"

She waved gently:
"As your master, I have done everything I can. You can decide what to do with it."

outside the hall.

A figure staggered out.

Zhou Yuantong stared blankly in the direction of the cave, her thin lips trembling, her hands lightly forming hand seals.

She never lost faith in Zhu Ju and gave him everything without reservation.

but now……

Qi Yao's careful reminder and Yuan Fei's illusionary display caused a crack to quietly appear in her defenses.

"Show!"

With a single incantation, the scene inside the cave came into view.

As the master of the cave, she has control over the cave's formations, including the ability to observe everything within the cave at any time.

Zhou Yuantong never 'spyed' on Zhu Ju, as she believed it was immoral and that the two should trust each other.

This is the first time.

Inside the cave.

Zhu Ju was packing his things, carefully putting away all his personal belongings, his expression as gentle as ever.

'That's right!'

'My husband wouldn't lie to me.'

Zhou Yuantong's beautiful eyes sparkled, and a faint smile appeared on her face;
No one, no matter who it is, can shake the bond between us. After so many years of living together day and night, can't we see through each other?

She took a deep breath, about to dispel the spell, when she saw Zhu Ju's expression suddenly change inside the cave.

Then he strode to the guest room, grabbed the rabbit in the corner, and slapped it down with a vicious look on his face.

"puff!"

Rabbit flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"I've put up with you for so long, feeding and taking care of you every day. From now on, I don't have to pretend in front of her anymore."

Zhu Ju's face contorted with rage:

"You're just a rabbit, yet you've given me so much trouble!"

"Even more hateful than your master!"

?

Zhou Yuantong looked bewildered. The person in the illusion was so familiar, yet felt so strange.

My lord...

Zhu Ju?

you,
What exactly is real? What exactly is fake?
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"Tianhui Mountain is just ahead."

Zhu Ju looked up at the mountain in front of him, his expression dazed, as if he were somewhat reluctant or regretful.

"Yes."

Zhou Yuantong nodded:
"No matter how slowly we walk, we will eventually return to our place."

"Yes."

Zhu Ju, with his hands behind his back, walked with Zhou Yuantong along the mountain path, speaking slowly and deliberately:
Do you remember a story I told you?

"what story?"

"The Butterfly Lovers".

"I remember." Zhou Yuantong moved slightly and nodded, reciting:
"I laugh and ask what love is in this world, that we can pledge our lives to each other without regret. If we are not destined to grow old together in this life, we will meet again in the next. If we cannot be together in life, we will follow each other in death, walking together on the road to the underworld. We will transform into butterflies and dance gracefully, our love and affection never ending."

"The love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is so touching. Will we be like them in the future?"

"No." Zhu Ju shook his head:
"The two of them couldn't see their own situation, and it was destined to be a tragedy from the beginning."

"Only by going with the flow can you have a smooth journey."

"If you don't have the ability to change your environment because of yourself, then don't think about resisting, because that will only harm yourself and others."

“…” Zhou Yuantong opened her mouth:

Is it wrong to love someone?

"In this world, what is absolutely right or wrong?" Zhu Ju turned around and looked at her, saying:

"There are only things that should be done and things that shouldn't be done."

"found it!"

Ding Gui did not conceal his aura. Following the secret method of the Hehuan Sect, the two arrived in front of a grove of osmanthus trees.

A clump of osmanthus trees,

A rich aroma wafts through the air.

Ding Gui sat cross-legged in front of an inconspicuous grave, his head bowed, his white hair full and his expression deathly.

"Senior Sister Ding."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"We meet again."

“...It’s you.” Ding Gui looked up. She was no longer as robust as before, but slender and quite beautiful. However, her face was wrinkled and her full head of white hair added to her sense of vicissitude.

"I never imagined that the person who came to hunt me down would be you?"

"That's not surprising," Zhu Ju said.
"As far as I know, the Hehuan Sect likes this kind of arrangement the most, letting the close people of the traitors carry out the missions. This can test the disciples' loyalty to the sect and also take the opportunity to temper their will."

"Yes." Ding Gui nodded.
"This is how the demonic path always operates."

"but……"

“My name is Song Zhi, and my husband’s surname is Ding. We both love osmanthus flowers, so we changed our name to Ding Gui.”

"Senior Sister Song." Zhu Ju bowed.
"Is there anything you want to say?"

"What's there to say between us?" Song Zhi shook her head, took out a jade slip from her person, and put it down.

"This contains my insights from many years of weapon crafting. We are destined to meet, so I will leave this to you."

"After I die..."

She pursed her lips and spoke seriously:
"Could you bury me here?"

"It's my duty." Zhu Ju nodded; he had long ago sensed that the other party was near death, severely injured and on the verge of death.

"Does Senior Sister have any descendants who need our care?"

"No need." Song Zhi shook her head.
"If possible..."

"You'd better leave the Demonic Sect, but as a core disciple's furnace vessel, I'm afraid you won't have that opportunity."

"Cough cough!"

Song Zhi knelt on the ground, coughing lightly, spitting out blood continuously. Her breath grew weaker and weaker, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Husband..."

"I've come to keep you company."

"Even underground, we will still be together."

She murmured to herself, forcing herself to lie on the grave mound, closed her eyes, and breathed her last.

"Song Zhi fled the sect because she knew that her husband had been murdered, which is why she escaped from Fengyue Valley."

Zhu Ju spoke slowly:
"The couple can rest in peace here, which means they have lived a worthwhile life."

"Yes," Zhou Yuantong said with a touch of emotion.

"Husband and wife sharing the same bed, we have lived a life without regrets."

"My lord, if I pass away, could you bury me under the apricot tree? I love eating apricots, they're so sweet and sour..."

"puff!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp blade pierced her heart from behind, the blood-stained blade protruding from her chest.

(End of this chapter)