Chapter 32: Precognitive Dream

Sure enough, just like before, this person still couldn’t expect ivory from a dog’s mouth.

Yin Buqi ignored him, simply leaning weakly against Jiang Niannian with his eyes closed.

He appeared so fragile that even the slightest breeze could harm him.

Shen Yu reached out and pressed his fingers against Yin Buqi’s wrist.

After a moment of silence, he glanced at him.

This pulse… on the verge of death?

What a joke!

He had never felt a pulse so strong!

Shen Yu: “You…”

Yin Buqi raised his hand and covered his lips, coughing lightly, “Cough, cough.”

Shen Yu: “…” Damn it.

With a stern face, Shen Yu quickly bandaged Yin Buqi’s wound and prepared a few prescriptions for him to take home.

Throughout this, Tang Murou had been weeping and wailing, while Tang Xuanye and Jiuyou did their best to comfort her.

Jiang Niannian, not wanting to stay any longer, took Yin Buqi and left.

Fortunately, the poison wasn’t too difficult to handle.

Shen Yu detoxified Tang Murou and asked the others to step aside, wanting to talk to her alone.

In a fragile voice, Tang Murou began, “Thank you for saving me today, Lord Sage…”

Shen Yu only gave her a cold smile.

“Miss Tang, why did you apply poison to your wound, letting others wrongfully accuse Niannian?”

Tang Murou’s body trembled.

She bit her lip and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t understand.”

“Stop lying. You were poisoned by the Soul Devourer Nail, but your hand also had poison on it. The poison on the wound wasn’t accidental; it looks deliberately applied.”

Tang Murou knew she couldn’t hide the truth anymore.

She gently tugged at Shen Yu’s sleeve with her soft, delicate hands, tears streaming down her face.

“Since I can remember, I’ve often had dreams. At first, I didn’t think much of them, but later, I realized that these dreams were coming true! Just a few days ago, I dreamt that one day, the Nether Evil Resentment Seed would awaken completely and the mortal realm would turn into a living hell. And Jiang Niannian… is that Nether Evil Resentment Seed! That’s why I thought of eliminating her to remove this threat from the world.”

Since childhood, her precognitive dreams have brought her many benefits.

She had been an orphan.

When she was five years old, she dreamt that Tang Xuanye would be injured during a hunt.

She went to the place in her dream and found Tang Xuanye injured and unconscious, just as she had foreseen.

After saving him, he took her home, where she became his favorite.

She later met Jiuyou under similar circumstances.

“Why should I believe you?”

Shen Yu flung Tang Murou’s hand aside, his expression unchanged, though doubts had begun to rise within him.

To prevent panic, only the four great sects knew about the Nether Evil Resentment Seed’s arrival.

How had Tang Murou found out?

Tang Murou said, “I dreamt that Jiang Niannian helped you save the Purple Spirit Refining Flower in Medicine King Valley. Did that happen?”

Shen Yu’s face changed drastically.

“What else do you know?!”

“The ability to foresee the future has its limits. I don’t know much…”

Shen Yu’s expression darkened.

“Is that true?”

“It is.”

Tang Murou lowered her head and began crying again, though a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

The air around them grew colder.

Shen Yu was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

“Do not speak of this matter for now. I’ll keep your poisoning and false accusation secret.”

“But Jiang Niannian…”

“That’s enough!”

Shen Yu interrupted her.

“Whether the precognitive dream comes true or not is still uncertain. I don’t want to drive Niannian into a corner… Your brother is still waiting outside. You should leave now.”

Shen Yu quickly walked out.

Tears filled Tang Murou’s eyes as she watched Shen Yu’s retreating figure.

She lowered her head, revealing her pale neck, and closed her eyes, her tears flowing even more heavily.

In the precognitive dream, Shen Yu was supposed to like her.

In truth, she had lied. She had dreamt that The Nether Evil Resentment Seed would bring calamity to the human world, but the identity of that seed had not been revealed in her dream… She had only seen that one day Jiang Niannian would take everything that rightfully belonged to her.

She had worked meticulously for every advantage she had gained.

She wouldn’t allow it!

Jiang Niannian must die.

But what should she do now?

…

Back at the courtyard, as soon as Jiang Niannian returned, Coal Ball ran over with a disgruntled expression and bumped her with its backside, clearly blaming her for leaving it alone at home all day.

Jiang Niannian patted its back, “Go play, I’m going to cook.”

She then turned to Yin Buqi and smiled.

“How about sticky rice chicken for dinner?”

Yin Buqi nodded, “I’m not picky. I love everything you make.”

The sticky rice chicken had been marinated earlier.

Jiang Niannian hollowed out the chicken, stuffed it with glutinous rice, and steamed it until the rice absorbed the chicken’s savory aroma, becoming soft, sweet, and fragrant.

Seeing a jar of Nu’er Hong wine by the stove, Jiang Niannian felt a bit of temptation.

She had been here for years but had yet to taste the wine of this world.

So, she brought the sticky rice chicken and the wine out together.

Yin Buqi’s eyes lit up.

“Niannian, are you drinking?”

“Hmm. Just want to taste it.”

Jiang Niannian opened the wine jar, poured herself a cup, and took a small sip. “It’s delicious!”

She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the wine was so smooth and fragrant that she couldn’t resist drinking a few more sips.

Her pale face gradually flushed, and her lips became soft and dewy.

She ate a few more bites of sticky rice chicken and noticed that Yin Buqi was staring at her, not touching his food.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

Yin Buqi raised his bandaged hands. “Niannian, my hands hurt.”

“Then, I’ll feed you.”

Yin Buqi lowered his head, his long black lashes trembling, concealing his emotions.

He simply responded, “Hmm.”

Jiang Niannian, seeing how he was tugging on the corner of her clothes, shook her head helplessly.

This kid was getting more and more clingy.

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Niannian felt her head grow fuzzy.

She hadn’t expected the wine to have such a strong aftereffect.

Yin Buqi, seeing the haze in her eyes and her slightly tipsy demeanor, felt his own red eyes darken.

To him, Niannian, in this state, looked utterly irresistible, like a sweet pastry exuding a tempting fragrance, waiting to be savored.

Drawn by the scent, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck.

His nose grazed her skin, and his thin, crimson lips couldn’t resist lightly nuzzling her neck, whispering, “Niannian…”

“Hmm?”

Jiang Niannian, still a bit dazed, responded slowly.

“Niannian, you smell so good.”

As Yin Buqi spoke, warm breath touched her neck, sending a shiver through her. Instantly, that patch of skin turned a soft pink.

Jiang Niannian instinctively tried to push him away, but he clung to her neck, his breathing growing heavier, like the calm before a storm.