Chapter 3140: My Wife and I Roleplay Daily Life 25

Inside the light curtain, nine people discussed heatedly, and finally decided to split into several groups, dispersing to various parts of the city to secretly investigate the monster's traces. At the same time, Shen Guiyan gave each person a specially made rattle bell; if anyone encountered danger at night, it would trigger, and the bell's sound could be heard by sect disciples within a thousand li, at which point others would rush to assist.

After coming out of the light gate, the nine people dispersed according to the plan, with Jin Chen and Chenshu bringing their respective junior fellow disciples to stay in this Ke Zhan.

He Yun heard the instruction and planned to go upstairs to arrange the room first. The disciples of Unending Peak were already used to it, and they even proactively asked the disciples of Myriad Phenomena Peak if they wanted to lend a hand. Ha Ha patted He Yun's shoulder and said, "Want to help move things?"

He Yun was about to say no, but before the words left his mouth, he suddenly turned and saw Jin Chen and Chenshu drinking tea in the hall. He Silence for a moment, then told Ha Ha, "Okay."

Ha Ha stared for a moment: "I thought you were going to say no."

He Yun pushed open Jin Chen's room door, turned sideways to let Ha Ha in, "Tsk, you still thought too little." He took the thin blanket and draped it at the foot of the bed, then lowered his head to adjust the pillow's angle.

Master above, who knows if the senior fellow will have an extra person in his room at night these days; Chenshu senior fellow truly has deep feelings for their senior fellow.

The night sank inch by inch, lamps were lit in the Ke Zhan, and the lanterns on the second-floor corridor swayed slightly in the wind.

Xun Zhuang brought several disciples of the Azure Flame Sect and found Chenshu staying in the side room on the second floor. He still felt uneasy, hoping to discuss matters more thoroughly with the senior fellow of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect. Chenshu did not refuse and invited him inside for a detailed talk.

In the room next door, separated by a wall, Jin Chen was sleeping soundly.

Jin Chen completely failed to notice the demonic winds outside; pink mist seeped in through the window cracks, silently permeating the room. The mist carried a cloying fragrance, like cheap rouge mixed with spoiled honey, making one feel dizzy and nauseated.

Jin Chen frowned in his sleep.

The pink mist gradually condensed into the figure of a curvaceous female cultivator; she landed barefoot, lightly stepped toward the bedside, and extended her slender fingers, about to touch Jin Chen's cheek.

At the instant before that hand could touch his cheek, Jin Chen jolted awake and kicked out in fright.

The female cultivator was kicked, flew backward and hit the wall; after two breaths she re-formed, sitting dazedly on the floor and looking up at him.

Jin Chen sat on the bed, even more dazed than she.

He lowered his gaze to his own hand, wondering what kind of monster it was, that he almost failed to sense its aura!

Jin Chen swung his legs off the bed, his long hair spilling over his shoulders; moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on his bewildered face and making his bewitching appearance seem even more unreal.

The female cultivator crawled up from the floor, saw Jin Chen's appearance, lifted a seductive smile, and called out in a sweet, cloying voice, "Older brother……"

She opened her mouth and expelled another mass of pink mist, thicker than before; the cloying aroma wrapped around, nearly filling the entire room.

Jin Chen was nearly overcome by the stench; he raised his hand and unleashed a killing move, condensing spiritual light in his palm and blasting it at the female cultivator.

"Don't come over," Jin Chen said, covering his nose, in great pain, "You reek."

Female cultivator: "……?"

After living so many years, this was the first time anyone had called her foul-smelling while she was using her charm technique.

The female cultivator monster, furious and turning pale, vanished on the spot, then instantly reappeared behind Jin Chen, extending her long claws to swipe at him.

Jin Chen dodged sideways, his surprise growing; though he couldn't tell the monster's species, it was also unkillable— that palm strike had clearly aimed at a vital point, yet upon impact it left not a scratch, how strange, how strange.

Jin Chen dodged while observing the female cultivator's movements; after several exchanges, he faintly sensed that her weakness seemed to be in her throat.

But Jin Chen no longer had the inclination to keep probing.

Because at the instant the female cultivator vanished and reappeared again, her long fingernail scraped across Jin Chen's cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

"... a bloodstain."

"... bloodstain."

Jin Chen slowly raised his hand to touch his cheek; his fingertip felt a trace of blood, the wound was shallow, and with his recovery speed it would heal in less than half an hour.

However.

Jin Chen lowered his brows and eyes, set his face, lifted his hand and rubbed the blood on his fingertip clean against his cuff; curling his fingers, a dark blue spiritual flame rose from between his fingertips.

No matter what the monster is, it always has a soul; as long as it has a soul, it can be burned by spiritual fire.

The female cultivator also seemed to sense the danger, she shrieked, trying to repeat her trick of vanishing in place, but the spiritual fire shot from his hand struck her chest, and the flames instantly engulfed her whole body.

Her piercing screams echoed in the room.

In his sea of consciousness, 11 suddenly popped up, excitedly proposing: "Operator! Throw the monster into the archenemy's room! That'll scare him!"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, touched the wound on his face that was quickly healing, then exchanged a binding rope from the system mall.

Not knowing what species the monster was didn't matter; system products are always top-notch, capable of binding any species.

Jin Chen tied the still-sizzling female cultivator into a knot, held it in his hand, pushed open the door and walked out.

It's also strange—just now he had been fighting and setting fire in the room, the commotion was huge, yet the neighboring room showed no reaction at all. It was as if the monster's pink mist had a built-in soundproofing effect, swallowing all noise.

In Chenshu's room, the lights were blazing. Xun Zhuang and several disciples of the Azure Flame Sect sat at the table when the door was suddenly flung open, a blast of cold air rushed in, accompanied by something bound like a zongzi being thrown onto the floor.

The conversation inside halted abruptly; everyone turned their heads in unison toward the doorway.

Jin Chen stood in the doorway, his hair disheveled, his collar slightly open, his face still bearing a faint bloodstain, making him look both disheveled and handsome.

Chenshu sprang to his feet, took two steps to Jin Chen, reached out to lift his chin, and his brows immediately knit: "Are you injured? What happened?"

"Huh? Where am I injured?" Xun Zhuang also leaned in to look; despite the room being brightly lit by candlelight, he still almost failed to see the faint trace of blood on Jin Chen's face.

Jin Chen pointed at the trussed-up female cultivator on the floor and said, aggrieved, "Chenshu, this monster wanted to take advantage of me, and it even tried to disfigure me."

11: "Eh……?"