Chapter 2089: How to Tame the Rebellious Youth 38

Tonight there was no moon.

Ji Lai Zhi was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by noise; in a daze he only heard shouts of fighting and killing, and someone was yelling something like 'Hand over the cultivation method.'

He was so annoyed by the noise that he instinctively turned over to cuddle Jin Chen, but grabbed at air.

Ji Lai Zhi was instantly frightened awake, sat up, and was pressed back down.

"You've slept enough, the needles aren't all in yet."

The Medicine King Valley Master had his silver hair neatly tied up, his whole body suffused with a soothing medicinal scent; he was a kind old man.

Ji Lai Zhi stared blankly at him, then glanced at the silver needles on his own body, asking, 'What are you stabbing me for, where's Jin Chen?'

"Young Master, you've finished the last dose of medicine; tonight I'll give you a set of needles, and that poison in your body will be resolved."

Ji Lai Zhi ignored that and asked again, 'Where's Jin Chen? Is something dangerous happening outside?'

If he hadn't trusted this valley master and didn't want to ruin the treatment, he would have already pulled out the needles and rushed out to find someone; he wouldn't need anyone to tell him where Jin Chen is.

Medicine King: ""

This kid doesn't care about his own body at all.

"Nothing will happen to the Venerable One."

Medicine King said while inserting another needle, 'It's said that evil cultists have stormed the Formless Office, and the Venerable One is going to wipe them all out.'

Before Ji Lai Zhi could say another word, Medicine King added, 'However, the Venerable One said you're not allowed to go help, lest the evil cultists grab his weak point and make you hesitant.'

"All you need to do is resolve the poison tonight, so you can continue your marriage."

Ji Lai Zhi: ""

Those two sentences succeeded in calming the anxious Ji Lai Zhi who wanted to rush out to find someone.

The silver needles, once inserted into the acupoints, don't stop immediately; they cause a sore, distended feeling.

Medicine King had already thoroughly studied the poison in his body; now curious, he asked, 'Since seeing the Young Master at the Formless Office, you've never had an outbreak—when the poison acts up, the distress is unbearable; how do you cope with it?'

Ji Lai Zhi laughed heartily, 'I don't feel much discomfort.'

Since coming to the Formless Office, he can stick to Jin Chen every day; even when the poison acts up, it's not painful.

Medicine King: ""

Oh dear.

Could it be that the medicine was too strong, turning the Young Master into an idiot?

At that moment, outside the main hall.

The night was black as ink, windless.

The ground was reeking of blood, clearly after a fierce bout of fighting.

Formless Office subordinates raised their torches high, the flames shooting straight to the sky.

Jin Chen stood in the courtyard, his clothes unstained by dust, the firelight reflecting his stern visage.

All around was silent except for the crackling of flames, the air filled with a killing intent.

Yin Shi led dozens of evil cultists, with several other gang leaders following behind, slowly emerging from the darkness.

Their eyes glinted in the firelight, greedily fixed on the cultivation manual scroll in Jin Chen's hand.

"You've finally produced it." Yin Shi said, gnashing his teeth, 'It's not a waste of all those corpses I sacrificed.'

Heaven knows how much he wanted to chop Jin Chen into pieces when he realized this was all a trap!

He wasted so many of his subordinates' lives!

"Hand over the cultivation method, or tonight nobody will get off easy; your men probably haven't felt how vicious the evil arts are." Yin Shi's voice was low, carrying an undeniable pressure.

Jin Chen gave a cold smile, glanced over the crowd, and said lightly, 'You want the cultivation method? Then come in and take it.'

Yin Shi frowned, feeling a vague unease, but greed drove him to wave his hand and lead the crowd into the courtyard.

Just a few steps in, the ground suddenly collapsed, countless spikes shot up from below, instantly impaling several evil cultists; Yin Shi reacted extremely fast, leaping up to avoid the trap, but the others weren't so lucky, with miserable cries rising and falling.

"You!" Yin Shi glared, drew his long sword, and pointed it at Jin Chen.

"Tsk," Jin Chen said unhurriedly, 'How can you be so stupid, falling for the same trick over and over.'

Yin Shi: ""

"Jin Chen!! I'll kill you!"

Just then.

Jin Chen raised the cultivation manual scroll high in his hand, saying, 'What you want is right here.'

A flicker of greed passed through Yin Shi's eyes as he surged forward, his sword light flashing like lightning straight for Jin Chen's throat.

However, Jin Chen had prepared; he flashed aside, dodged the blade, and struck Yin Shi's chest with a reverse palm.

Yin Shi grunted, staggered back, and a few traces of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"You..."

Jin Chen waved the torch in his hand violently, and the flames instantly engulfed the cultivation manual scroll.

"No!!"

A gang leader exclaimed in shock, wanting to rush over to stop it, but in an instant the scroll turned to ash in the firelight and scattered on the wind.

"You!" Yin Shi's face changed dramatically, his eyes full of disbelief, 'You actually destroyed it!'

Yin Shi let out an angry roar, swung his sword again and charged forward, but this time his footing was unsteady and his sword technique fell into disorder.

Jin Chen easily dodged, then locked him in a reverse grip from afar, plunging into another round of combat.

But with the cultivation method burned to ashes, almost everyone who had wanted to loot lost their reason, only rushing to kill Jin Chen.

As the fight devolved into blurred silhouettes, everyone suddenly realized something.

Jin Chen's approach seemed to have changed again; he wasn't even using his former cultivation method, making him completely inscrutable.

In the darkness, a silver thread seemed to flash by.

Pfft—

The Yin Attendant spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body slammed heavily to the ground, his corpse fell apart and he had no breath left.

Jin Chen raised his hand, and the silver threads, finer than a hair, were illuminated by the suddenly glowing luminous stone, scattering throughout the basement.

All around was deathly silence; the remaining six gang leaders stared at each other, their eyes full of fear.

Jin Chen: 'This cultivation method is itself a trap; practicing it will only cause one to go berserk and degenerate internally; you covet it, but that's just seeking your own death.'

The six people panicked and begged for mercy, claiming they had merely been deceived by the evil cult.

That… that Venerable One, would you be willing to let us few go?

Jin Chen grunted, 'Since you haven't caused any major mistake.'

He had someone bring out the invitations, and then said, 'Seeing too much blood isn't good either; you guys send out the invitations for me.'

Yes, in a few days it will be my and Lai Zhi's grand wedding,

The six people: '……'

Someone asked.

Just send them out; as long as we stay alive, that's enough.

The six people, as if granted a pardon, clutched a stack of invitations and fled in panic.

Venerable One.

A subordinate ran into the basement and reported, 'The Medicine King says the residual poison in the Young Lord's body has been cleared; the Young Lord is fussing about wanting to find you.'

——

When Jin Chen returned to the outside of the room, he happened to see the Medicine King coming out.

The Medicine King said, 'The Young Lord is someone who can endure pain; the remaining poison finally needs to be expelled by his own internal strength, its pain comparable to breaking and reforging bones; the Young Lord endured it without a sound.'

But he had just fallen asleep, and in a daze he started fussing about wanting to find you.

Only then did he realize that it wasn't that the Young Lord could endure pain; it was that he felt the person who could coax him wasn't present.

Jin Chen also understood the meaning; he sent someone to escort the Medicine King back to the guest quarters, then anxiously entered the room.

Only a single candle was lit in the room, casting the face of the boy sleeping beside the bed in a beautiful, hazy glow; it was obvious he wasn't sleeping well.

Lai Zhi. Jin Chen softly called, sat beside the bed, and reached out to touch the slightly damp forehead hair of Ji Lai Zhi, which was soaked with cold sweat.

Hmm……?

Ji Lai Zhi was already uncomfortable sleeping; in a Dazed moment he heard Jin Chen's voice, struggled to open his eyes, exhausted yet unwilling to close them.

Hold… Ji Lai Zhi whined, wriggling into Jin Chen's embrace, "I feel awful."

Jin Chen half lay down, embraced the boy who kept whining, and coaxed him for a while before he calmed down.

Just as he thought Ji Lai Zhi had fallen asleep again, he suddenly heard a weak voice from beside his ear.

My poison is gone. Ji Lai Zhi tilted his head to look at Jin Chen, revealing a delicate neck line and one side of his shoulder, then lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Jin Chen's neck hollow.