Chapter 59: I Have a Hostage in My Hands

Xie Qingwu went to write the list of materials.

Pei Shaoqing locked himself in the study.

He took out the Storage Ring belonging to the Saintess of Yao Guang.

As spiritual energy dried up and cultivators passed away, the restrictions on these magical treasures had all lost their effect; they only needed a drop of blood to recognize their master to be used, and whoever held them owned them.

Of course, some magical treasures that required spiritual energy to activate were exceptions; even if they got their hands on them, they couldn't use them, and at most, they could be kept as family heritage or displayed as heirlooms.

Pei Shaoqing dripped a drop of blood onto the ring.

As a white light flashed and the blood was absorbed, he could already "see" the various items stored inside the ring.

Food, wine, dresses, Ice Silkworm Silk, all kinds of hairpins and jewelry, gold and silver, Gathering Qi Pills for quickly recovering internal energy, secret manuals, maps, a Jade Pestle...

Hmm? Wait!

A Jade Pestle!

Could this thing be the Saintess's husband?

For a moment, his expression was incredibly colorful.

He suddenly understood why the Saintess of Yao Guang had lost control of her emotions when he took the Storage Ring, screaming and shouting for him to kill her; because she feared social death more than physical death.

This situation was equivalent to being in a car accident and unable to move, but still conscious, watching helplessly as your phone—with your browser history undeleted—falls into someone else's hands.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

Pei Shaoqing laughed heartily, never expecting that the arrogant and peerless Saintess would play with herself in private.

It really is true that you can't judge a book by its cover!

He thought she was an iceberg, but it turned out she was a volcano.

It fully illustrates that food and sex are human nature; no matter how cold and aloof a woman appears on the outside, she is hot on the inside.

He set the Jade Pestle aside and began to study the few secret manuals: "Mysterious Jade Hand", "Heart-Shattering Palm", "Yao Guang Sword Technique", "Inch-by-Inch Ground Shrinking", and "Pure Heart Manual".

He opened them and took a brief look.

He felt he could practice them all, so that one day while wandering the pugilistic world, he could impersonate someone from the Little Xuanhuang Sect.

When you're out and about, your identity is whatever you give yourself.

However, that "Pure Heart Manual" could be forgotten; its purpose in cultivation was to suppress inner desires, seeking to reach a state of being pure-hearted and having few desires, unmoved by external objects.

He was a vulgar man, and he only wanted to be a vulgar man—greedy for wealth, lustful, and fond of eating, drinking, and having fun; if he were truly pure-hearted and had few desires, he felt that living would lose all its flavor.

After finishing his research on the spoils of war, he got up and headed to the dungeon, unable to wait to mock the Saintess.

The dungeon was located in the backyard of the residence; it was built by Zheng Xuancheng in the past and was not large, only capable of holding three or four people.

But though the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs; the interior was modeled after the Jing'an Guard prison, equipped with various torture instruments.

Zheng Xuancheng had not rarely trampled on human life there.

At this moment, the dungeon, holding only the Saintess of Yao Guang, appeared very spacious; the ropes on her body had long been untied, but being injured and having her dantian sealed, her body was extremely weak, and her face was as pale as paper.

Suddenly, she heard a burst of footsteps.

Subconsciously, she looked up.

Pei Shaoqing walked in holding a folding fan and said with a smile, "Hahahaha, Saintess, are you getting used to being a guest in my home? I hope I haven't been neglectful?"

You have to say, a woman who is beautiful and has a good figure still looks good even with disheveled hair and stains all over her body.

For instance, the Saintess at this moment.

There was a beauty in her brokenness.

The Saintess of Yao Guang looked at him coldly, not speaking.

"Saintess, look, I have a hostage in my hands now. If you glare at me with such impolite eyes again, I will tear your husband into ten thousand pieces." Pei Shaoqing gave a playful smile and took the Jade Pestle out of the Storage Ring, threatening her with a straight face.

The Saintess of Yao Guang's pale face turned crimson instantly.

Her delicate body trembled, and the world spun around her.

She nearly fainted from the darkness before her eyes.

She got up and lunged to grab the bowl of water on the table, smashing it toward Pei Shaoqing, "Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Eh! Missed." Pei Shaoqing easily dodged to the side, holding the Jade Pestle high and shaking his head as he sighed, "Brother Jade, oh Brother Jade, they say the heart of a woman is the most poisonous thing in the world; I truly feel it's not worth it for you.

They say that a single night as husband and wife leads to a hundred days of grace, and you and the Saintess have likely been together for more than a day, right? For so many years you served her diligently, never complaining of bitterness or fatigue, yet she ignores whether you live or die! How heartless!"

"Scoundrel! Shut up! Stop talking! I'll fight you to the death!" The Saintess of Yao Guang's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help but shed little pearls of tears, rushing at Pei Shaoqing like a madwoman.

Pei Shaoqing grabbed her and held her, saying with a mocking expression, "Saintess, please have some self-respect; throwing yourself into my arms in front of your husband, is that really appropriate?"

He wasn't some kind of cuckold-maker.

"Kill me, I beg you to kill me." The Saintess of Yao Guang tried to struggle twice but couldn't break free; she was instantly bathed in tears, desperately begging Pei Shaoqing.

Pei Shaoqing pushed her to the ground and said from a high vantage point, "Kill you? How easily said! Do you think I'm a murderous demon king? Who doesn't know that I, this Young Master, am naturally kind-hearted and love to do good deeds?

Besides, if I kill you, what if your husband comes to me for revenge? Should I kill him too? Wouldn't that be fulfilling your wish for the couple to live and die together? Hahahaha."

"Ah! Bastard! Shut up!" The Saintess of Yao Guang roared in unbearable shame, crawling and scrambling to grab a shard of the bowl to slit her own throat.

Pei Shaoqing kicked her wrist, and the moment she fell to the ground, the shard flew away.

He leaned down and pinched the Saintess of Yao Guang's chin.

"I won't let you die, so you cannot die."

Afterward, to prevent her from committing suicide again, Pei Shaoqing put her husband away first and found several ribbons in the Storage Ring to bind the Saintess of Yao Guang.

It was still his most proficient Turtle Shell Binding.

Her clothes were wrapped very tightly, not revealing a single inch of skin, but after being bound by the ropes, her breasts, squeezed into round shapes, were already exceptionally alluring.

The Saintess of Yao Guang's body shivered continuously, but every time she moved, the friction from the ribbons made her face flush red, bringing a tingling sensation she was too ashamed to speak of.

"Kill me, I beg you, just kill me!"

"I can't bear to kill you; be good, I'll come to see you another day." Pei Shaoqing gently stroked her face, then stood up and left without looking back.

First, thoroughly destroy the Saintess of Yaoguang's arrogant and conceited mentality, making her subconsciously lower her head whenever she faces him, then supplement this with physical blows.

At the same time, treat her with occasional thoughtfulness, letting both her fear and hope stem from him alone, slowly conditioning her to be obedient and to hold him as her only master.

"Ah! Sob! Sob!"

The Saintess of Yaoguang fell to the ground and wailed loudly.

She had completely broken down.

Countless first-time humiliations in her life had happened today at the hands of Pei Shaoqing, making her wish she could die rather than face him, yet she could not die.

……………………………

"Husband, I have finished writing."

As soon as Pei Shaoqing returned to the room, Xie Qingwu hurriedly took two identical lists of materials and handed them to him.

Pei Shaoqing took them and glanced at them.

He had heard of most of the materials.

But there were two kinds he was seeing for the first time.

"What are Broken-Intestine Grass and Soul-Guiding Flower?"

Xie Qingwu explained: "Highly poisonous items; Broken-Intestine Grass generally grows on cliffs and precipices, while Soul-Guiding Flower generally grows in places with heavy yin energy, such as graveyards."

"Li Jiangjun," Pei Shaoqing called out.

Li Jiangjun swooshed through the window and entered.

"This subject is here!"

"Have your people go find these." Pei Shaoqing tossed one material list to it and said to Xie Qingwu: "I will take the other one to the Hundred-Household Office tomorrow and have people look for them."

"Mm-hmm." Xie Qingwu nodded obediently.

Li Jiangjun pulled the material list off its face, took a look, and said: "Master and Mistress, rest assured, this subject will personally lead my subordinates into the mountains to search."

"What did you call her?" Pei Shaoqing raised an eyebrow.

Li Jiangjun's small face was serious, "Mistress."

Pei Shaoqing turned his head to look at Xie Qingwu.

Xie Qingwu pursed her lips and smiled, "I am responsible for purchasing the dried small fish, which is the main military ration for the Cat Battalion."

"Privately winning over a commanding general is a taboo of the Imperial House!" Pei Shaoqing's expression turned stern as he warned.

Xie Qingwu giggled and cooperatively bowed to apologize, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger; my dealings with Li Jiangjun are only for official business, and there is absolutely no selfish motive."

"Let this not happen again." Pei Shaoqing flicked his sleeve and looked at Li Jiangjun, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you get lost?"

"This subordinate obeys!" Li Jiangjun put the material list into its Storage Jade Pendant, lay down on the ground, and rolled out the door.

"Wait!" Pei Shaoqing suddenly called it to a stop, then said: "Return that nameless book to me."

Now he was also someone who possessed a Storage Magic Treasure.

There were some things he could keep himself.

"Yes!" Li Jiangjun agreed, and the Demon Clan Diary flew out from the jade pendant, "This subject will continue rolling now."

Its fat body spun in circles on the ground as it rolled toward the doorway, slammed into the threshold with a clatter, exclaimed "It hurts this subject so!" on the spot, then stuck its butt in the air, climbed up, scrambled over the threshold, and vanished in a flash.

After it got out of the courtyard gate, it stood up on its hind legs, patted its chest, stroked its small white whiskers, and shook its head while sighing: "It truly is like accompanying a tiger when serving a monarch!"

It was still more comfortable staying at the Cat Battalion barracks.

There, it was the monarch; it was the tiger.

"Meow!" In the dark night, a fierce tiger roared.

(End of this chapter)