Chapter 1636

Hu Xiaotian worried about frightening her, so he dared not tell her the truth, and slowly unfolded that piece of human skin.

Jian Rongxin looked up, and on the human skin was tattooed a pattern that made one's face flush and heart race—it was a blue giant copulating with a naked woman. Jian Rongxin was ashamed to the extreme, she gasped and hastily turned away, covering her pretty face with both hands, feeling her face burning hot; she could never have imagined that her father, always of high moral standing, had hidden such a thing in a wine jar.

Hu Xiaotian felt no embarrassment; instead, he felt shocked. Setting aside the content, the pattern was tattooed lifelike—the blue giant resembled the extraterrestrial visitors seen in the reliefs of Long Ling Shengjing, and what astonished him further was that the pattern on the skin began to move within his sight.

Hu Xiaotian thought he had seen a ghost, and he whispered, "Do you see the pattern moving?"

Jian Rongxin wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in; if this weren't a keepsake left by her father, she might have scolded Hu Xiaotian for deliberately taking liberties with her. She refused to turn around, and in a mosquito-like voice said, "I won't look; hurry up and throw that thing away..."

Hu Xiaotian said, "Look, it really is moving!"

Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, Jian Rongxin turned around, only to see on the human skin on the table the blue giant appearing to have come alive, continuously moving upon the naked woman's body; she blushed and her heart raced, yet once her eyes met the pattern she could not look away.

Hu Xiaotian said, "Tell me, is the pattern actually moving or not?"

Jian Rongxin nodded; her former shyness was completely replaced by strangeness and terror. She had never seen such a sight—drawings and tattoos are obviously inanimate objects, how could they possibly move?

Hu Xiaotian drew a deep breath; his internal energy foundation was solid, and having studied the calming-mind technique under Vissa, he finally managed to withdraw his gaze from the sight, only to see Jian Rongxin still staring dumbfounded at the tattooed human skin. He inwardly thought it was bad, quickly stepped forward to block her view. At that moment Jian Rongxin, feeling relieved, let out a breath and exclaimed in alarm, "What's going on?"

Hu Xiaotian picked up the wax pellet nearby and said softly, "Perhaps the secret lies within!" He applied a little force and crushed the wax pellet, expecting to find a last will or something similar inside, but he never imagined that after crushing it, a brilliant blue light burst forth; within the light, a blue crystalline object like a snowflake, wafting like willow fluff, rose into the air.

Both Hu Xiaotian and Jian Rongxin were shocked by the wondrous scene before them; for Hu Xiaotian, a well-traveled and knowledgeable person, everything unfolding seemed as mysterious as a sci-fi scene, let alone Jian Rongxin, whose thinking remained rooted in this world.

At first Jian Rongxin felt a little afraid, but seeing the crystalline, translucent object floating silently in the air, constantly shifting its shape, its edges glowing with a purple halo, like a blooming flower whose colors kept changing, and also like a miniature beautiful nebula.

Hu Xiaotian felt the thing was strange and warned Jian Rongxin, "Don't touch it." As he spoke, the object drifted downward; worried it might approach, Hu Xiaotian waved his hand and struck with a palm, a fierce palm wind hitting the object, causing it to change shape, twist, and split into two, then quickly into four; the speed of its fission and expansion was astonishing. Hu Xiaotian grabbed Jian Rongxin's hand and said in a low voice, "Hurry, leave!"

His body's reaction speed was far slower than that strange object's fission; just as he was about to rush out of the room, the entire chamber was already filled with drifting pale-blue willow fluff, light shifting everywhere, and even with Hu Xiaotian's eyesight he could not tell where he actually was.

A piece of pale-blue willow fluff landed on Jian Rongxin's hand, light flickered, and then it quickly melted away like a snowflake.

The same happened to Hu Xiaotian; both of them were enveloped in a rain of blue willow fluff, their bodies seeming to lie beneath countless fireflies flickering on and off, and the blue fluff that clung to their skin quickly melted from their body heat.

Although Hu Xiaotian's martial arts were formidable, he was powerless against the omnipresent blue fluff; the fluttering petals gradually vanished, and when he raised his right hand he saw the blue willow fluff covering it quickly dim and then melt away completely.

The blue willow fluff disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and Hu Xiaotian felt no discomfort; he tightly closed his eyes, then opened them again, and everything before him returned to how it had been—could it all have been an illusion? He looked at Jian Rongxin, who also stared at him, still shaken.

Hu Xiaotian whispered, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

Jian Rongxin shook her head, and both of their gazes returned to the human skin; they saw the pattern still there, though it no longer moved as it had before. Jian Rongxin's pretty face flushed, she felt her heart pounding nonstop, she reminded herself to stay calm, but the more she tried, the less her heart could settle; lifting her eyes to Hu Xiaotian, she suddenly felt a wave of heat rise from her chest, her throat drying.

Hu Xiaotian searched everywhere for the blue willow fluff, but found none in the room; it must have been an illusion! He thought to himself, and then heard a soft moan from Jian Rongxin behind him.

Hu Xiaotian turned around, only to see Jian Rongxin completely naked, her perfect delicate body displayed without reservation before him; he was first startled, then realized—could there be something strange in that blue willow fluff? He silently warned himself to stay in control, yet his blood instantly boiled; Jian Rongxin's flawless crystalline jade body was undoubtedly a deadly temptation. Moreover, this soft, warm body had already flung itself into his embrace, clinging to him like an octopus.

Even if Hu Xiaotian racked his brains, he would never have guessed that the renowned Jian Xihe, famous under heaven, had actually buried such a thing underground, and that he had confided this secret only to his daughter.

Jian Rongxin was the first to wake; a tearing pain in her lower body brought her back from a pleasant dream to reality. She sat up in fright, realizing she wore nothing, she covered her warm chest with her hands, turned her head, and saw Hu Xiaotian naked, his body still sleeping beside her. Jian Rongxin immediately understood what had happened; she bit her cherry lips hard, tears silently sliding down, she tiptoed off the bed, picked up her robe, and put it on. Her mind was in utter chaos—how could she have lost her purity in such a confused manner, and the one who took her chastity was not her husband but Hu Xiaotian.

Traditional morals kept lashing Jian Rongxin's fragile heart; she thought of death, perhaps only death could free her from all this. She found a dagger for self-defense, drew it, its cold light flashing, she slowly approached Hu Xiaotian, gripping the dagger with both hands and raising it high, yet she felt the dagger was indescribably heavy. Hu Xiaotian was undoubtedly also a victim; although everything had just happened in confusion, she could close her eyes and clearly recall the scene: the woman writhing and responding beneath Hu Xiaotian, moaning softly, was herself!

She could not bring herself to strike; if it weren't for her own commission, Hu Xiaotian would not have gone to fetch that jar of daughter's red, and if it weren't for that jar of daughter's red, they would not have ended up like this; the dagger in her hand clanged to the floor.

Jian Rongxin turned away, tears blurring her vision, and saw the jar of daughter's red; she staggered over, seized the jar and smashed it hard onto the ground. The wine jar shattered into pieces, revealing a hollow interlayer; Jian Rongxin discovered a white object among the shards, picked it up and found it to be a paper wad; unfolding it, familiar handwriting met her eyes.

From the handwriting one could tell this letter was left by her father; it read: "Rongxin, my son, when you see this letter, Father should already have passed from this world. The human skin in the jar is the tattoo on Emperor Jingde's back; Father's sole purpose in life was to obtain this. The tattoo is a map, divided into two parts; both must be obtained to reveal its secret. The other part should be on Empress Dowager Jiang. After my death, if you and Chen Zhou remain loving as before, you may tell him this secret. As long as you bring these two maps to the Temple of Ultimate Extremes and seek the Daoist Tiancan, you can exchange them for him to grant one request. Help me beg him to return your brother to me; I believe he is still alive in this world..."

Seeing this, Jian Rongxin could not help but tear up like rain; she had never known she even had a brother. Her father had served as an official in Da Yong for many years, yet deep inside he hid this secret. Though he was always loyal to the king and patriotic, it was obvious he was forced into this; otherwise how could he have risked so much to steal the tattoo from Emperor Jingde's back? Only now did Jian Rongxin recall that when Emperor Jingde passed away, her father had been in charge of that funeral, and during his lifetime the emperor trusted him immensely, even when giving his final instructions he had only allowed Father to stay by his side.

Jian Rongxin steadied her emotions and continued reading.

"I once made a pen from your elder brother's fetal hair; it is now in our family's study, with his birthdate and time inscribed in the barrel. That pen can serve as a token for you siblings to recognize each other. The white wax pellet is a spiritual pill given to me by the Daoist Tiancan; you and Chen Zhou have been married for years without issue, and as a father I am worried, though there are some things between father and daughter that are hard to speak of. After I am gone, I hope you and Chen Zhou will soon have a precious son and remain united forever; you and Chen Zhou together crush this wax pellet to divide the spiritual pill and take it."

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