Swords emerge from the human world

Chapter 12: The True Form Revealed, Soul Scattered
The rain stopped and the sky cleared overnight.

Despite not having slept all night, Chen Jin showed no signs of fatigue. He opened the door early and started a fire to cook porridge.

In this life, having enough to eat is very important.

"Good morning, Brother Chen."

As they spoke, Wang Fu walked in with a broad smile. Looking up, he saw the altar was empty; the precious lamp was nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, it's perfectly normal for the lights to be taken down during the day.

Chen Jin glanced at him: "Brother Wang, why do you keep coming here? Is it because Meiniang hasn't returned yet?"

Wang Fu sat down: "She was probably busy with something and didn't come home all night. It left me feeling empty and uneasy, quite restless. What's that saying?"

"One day without seeing you is like three autumns."

"Indeed! Brother Chen is indeed quick-witted."

"Ha ha……"

Chen Jin remained noncommittal, then suddenly said, "Last night, someone came to see me; it was a woman."

Wang Fu's eyes lit up: "She's a very beautiful woman, isn't she?"

"Correct."

"What did she tell you?"

Wang Fu became very interested and quickly pressed for more information.

Chen Jin recounted the story of "Song Hu Shi".

"Haha, sure enough."

Wang Fu appeared confident and as if he had anticipated this: "If I'm not mistaken, the next thing they'll do is use their beauty or lure you with money."

Chen Jin nodded: "That's exactly right."

Wang Fu laughed and said, "Brother Chen, then you must have passed the test."

"Hmm, I'm unmoved."

"well done."

Wang Fu clapped his hands.

Chen Jin said calmly, "This is all thanks to Brother Wang's reminder, which helped me stay calm."

"It's easy to talk about."

Wang Fu was delighted and then asked, "What's next?"

Chen Jin slowly said, "Next, I took the opportunity to get close and punched her in the face!"

Wang Fu was taken aback: "..."

She jumped up abruptly, pointing at Chen Jin: "You, what did you say?"

Chen Jin described it very seriously: "My punch cracked open her face, revealing her true appearance. She wasn't a fox spirit at all, but a mountain demon. Her black fur was like thorns, and her pupils were like lamps. She was terrifying."

Wang Fu's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at him intently, feeling an unusual sense of unfamiliarity: "Are you joking with me? Or perhaps, you are not Chen Jin at all!"

Chen Jin met his gaze without flinching: "Brother Wang, you haven't practiced your sword for quite some time. I see your face is pale and your steps are unsteady; these are signs of depletion of vital energy and blood."

Wang Fu rebuked, "What do you know? This is the secret cultivation method of Qingqiu, the feedback of Yin and Yang, ultimately uniting into one and heading towards the path of immortality."

Chen Jin sneered: "Is that so? In my opinion, it seems like you're making a one-sided sacrifice and courting death."

Wang Fu questioned, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"First of all, Meiniang is not the fox spirit you described; secondly, she has no younger sister at all. From beginning to end, she has only ever had one, only in a different form."

"You are not allowed to slander and defame Meiniang."

Chen Jin coldly replied, "Those who have strayed from the right path can still be saved."

"A bunch of nonsense."

Wang Fu flung his sleeves and stormed off in a huff.

Chen Jin watched his retreating figure with a cold expression.

As the saying goes, "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words." If Wang Fu remains obstinate, then we can only abandon him and try a second option.

……

Wang Fu returned to the thatched cottage, his anger still simmering: "That scoundrel Chen Jin has clearly lost his mind, spouting nonsense here."

"To crack a person's face with one punch? This weak scholar is utterly arrogant!"

"What mountain demon? Bah! Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

After venting his anger, he gradually calmed down, his eyes darting around.

After a while, she finally couldn't resist any longer, went to her room, sat down in front of the dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror.

At the age of thirty, one is in the prime of life.

He has a square face with well-defined features. He has practiced martial arts since childhood and has always been proud of his heroic appearance.

However, upon closer inspection now, I can't help but feel a chill: Could it be that I have really been harmed by wine and women, which is why I look so haggard?

"No, that's not right. This is the price that must be paid for cultivation."

"Furthermore, Chen Jin, a refined and scholarly man who only knows how to study diligently, has suddenly undergone a drastic change in temperament and is making startling remarks; there must be something fishy about this."

"Yes, this is very likely Meiniang's idea. She deliberately used Chen Jin's words to create a sensation and test my Dao heart."

Wang Fu seemed to have found a reasonable answer and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The day was spent in anxiety, but as night fell, Meiniang finally returned.

She wore a large black cloak that concealed her graceful figure, and her face was tense, devoid of her former gentle and tender demeanor.

Wang Fu hurriedly asked, "Meiniang, where did you go?"

"I went down the mountain..."

Mei Niang answered casually, flicked her long sleeves to extinguish the lamp, and then pressed herself against him.

In that instant, Wang Fu felt an unusual weight, like a large stone pressing down on him, making him quite uncomfortable: "Meiniang, what's wrong?"

The beautiful woman didn't answer, but only became passionate and demanding.

Wang Fu's heart, however, was somewhat cold.

He had always been the one to take the initiative, while Meiniang had always adopted a coy and accommodating attitude.

Now that things have reversed, it seems abnormal.

Something unusual must be going on!
Then, Chen Jin's words involuntarily flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, but unfortunately, his vision was completely dark and he could not see any clues.

Soon his body went limp, as if all his energy had been drained, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep sleep.

But after a while, he secretly opened his eyes again and began to spy quietly.

The lights in the room were turned back on, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

Mei Niang sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the bronze mirror.

He reached out and slashed across the middle of his face, splitting the skin in two. Then, with both hands, he peeled the skin off.

Its true form was revealed: black fur like thorns, and eyes like lamps...

Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Fu was so terrified that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Fortunately, no one screamed.

……

"call!"

Wang Fu sat up abruptly, his body drenched in cold sweat.

He was alone in the bedroom; Meiniang wasn't there, she had gone out again.

He hurriedly dressed, left the room, and went outside. He saw that the sun was high in the sky and it was already noon.

The sunlight hit me so hard that I felt dizzy and then, with a thud, I landed on my bottom.

"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong?"

A servant boy carrying a food box came up; it was Ah Ping, the servant boy who was responsible for delivering meals every day. Upon seeing this, he quickly ran over to help.

Back in his room, Wang Fu sat down, his mind in turmoil, unsure of what to do.

"Young Master, you look unwell. Are you perhaps ill?"

The servant, A-Ping, inquired with concern.

Wang Fu didn't answer. He suddenly stood up and walked out. When he reached the threshold, he seemed to remember something, so he turned back, took the Qingyun Sword from the wall, and said in a deep voice, "Aping, let's go down the mountain and go home."

Upon hearing this, A-Ping was overjoyed: "Young Master, you're finally willing to come home. Master and Madam have been very worried about you."

The two left the thatched cottage, but after walking more than ten steps, Wang Fu suddenly stopped, his expression shifting uncertainly:
If I run back like this, won't it bring trouble to my parents?

He immediately instructed, "Aping, leave the food box here, you go back first."

"what."

Aping was completely confused.

"Come on."

Wang Fu shouted loudly.

"Then take care, young master."

Having no other choice, A-Ping had to leave.

Wang Fu did not linger and went straight to the mountain god temple.

(End of this chapter)