Chapter 46: Nian Nian is Buqi’s Reason

Song Shi looked at the affectionate pair, his mouth twitching slightly.

He pulled out some talisman paper from his sleeve and said, “Based on my memory, I’ve drawn out the talisman from the book. As long as it’s a Yin—whether alive or a spirit—this talisman can locate their general direction. Right now, the most urgent task is to find them and then use fire talismans to eliminate them. Only then can the resentment dissipate; otherwise, we’ll remain trapped here.”

Yin Buqi slowly lifted his gaze, his tone still somewhat cold.

“How are you so sure that the spirits here are Yin?”

Song Shi smiled knowingly.

“A hunch.”

After saying that, he infused spiritual energy into the talisman, muttering incantations under his breath: “Go!”

The talisman paper fluttered in the air a few times before suddenly flying toward Jiang Niannian and sticking to her.

Everyone: “???”

Jiang Niannian: “!!!” Don’t come near me! ah ah ah!!

People were sitting at home, and pots fell from the sky.

(T/N:A popular Internet phrase means that you become the scapegoat for no reason. It evolved from the phrase “being extremely unlucky”.)

Instantly, all eyes in the inn were on Jiang Niannian.

Some cultivators nearby took a few steps back, while others even drew their swords, all of them cautious.

Yin Buqi’s lips parted slightly, and he coldly spat out two words at Song Shi: “Explain.”

Song Shi spread his hands innocently.

“I have no idea why this happened.”

Jiang Niannian said, “Isn’t there something wrong with the talisman? How could I possibly be a Yin?”

Song Shi confidently assured, “The talisman is definitely fine. I remember it very clearly.”

At this moment, Tang Murou cried out in surprise: “Ah! Could it be that Jiang Niannian is the one who tampered with the formation and brought us here?”

Tang Murou’s words instantly placed Jiang Niannian in the spotlight, making her the prime suspect, guilty of heinous crimes.

After all, half of the cultivators had died here, and the remaining ones were trapped, unable to escape.

Yin Buqi seemed suddenly agitated.

He lifted his head abruptly, his expression both excited and cold, glaring at Tang Murou with anger.

“If you can’t say anything useful, then don’t speak. No one thinks you’re mute.”

Tang Murou shot a resentful glance at Jiang Niannian, seemingly frightened by Yin Buqi.

Tears quickly welled up in her large eyes.

“Boo hoo… I don’t want to stay here any longer! Song Shi said the talisman was fine, so if she isn’t a Yin, then what is she? Why are you still protecting her? Boo hoo hoo… Are you really going to let us all die here?”

Her tears only served to agitate the already tense atmosphere.

“Yeah, I’ve thought something was off about her for a while.”

Yin Ci interrupted, “Isn’t this just a misunderstanding? Jiang Niannian… doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

The cultivators weren’t listening, though, and angrily demanded, “Yin Buqi, hand her over!”

Yin Buqi’s lips curled slightly.

“What if I refuse?”

Several cultivators raised their swords toward him.

“Then don’t blame us for being rude!”

Yin Buqi cradled Jiang Niannian in his arms, feeling her reliance on him.

His lips curved into a light smile.

“Even if all of you together tried, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. But feel free to try.”

The cultivators hesitated.

After all, Yin Buqi was speaking the truth. He had won first place in the Immortal Alliance Conference—a title not easily achieved by just anyone.

Tang Murou continued to cry, “Buqi! Boo hoo hoo… How can you be so unreasonable?”

“Don’t call me that. We’re not close,” Yin Buqi retorted, not sparing her any face.

“You—”

“Tsk, I’ve seen ugly crying before, but I’ve never seen crying this grating,” Song Shi interrupted lazily, digging at his ear.

“Skillfully blending high and low pitches to create an irritating noise that drags everyone’s emotions into frustration. Miss Tang, could you stop crying? It’s getting on my nerves.”

With that, Song Shi walked past Tang Murou’s side and pulled off the talisman stuck to the Jiang Niannian’s storage pouch.

“Jiang Niannian, why don’t you check your pouch and see what’s inside?”

Suddenly, Jiang Niannian seemed to remember something and fished out… a human skin!

Everyone gasped.

“This… this can’t be Yin skin, can it? Jiang Niannian, you…”

Jiang Niannian quickly explained, “A while ago, a demon clan member infiltrated Rimuli, and I discovered her identity and injured her. This skin was something she dropped when she fled.”

Jiang Ziyou nodded.

“That makes sense. The demon clan might have used this skin to hide their demonic energy, allowing them to infiltrate the sect.”

Yin Ci, however, frowned.

“How many more demon clan members could still be in the sect? I will ask Father to conduct a thorough search when we return.”

Song Shi raised an eyebrow and pulled out a few more talisman papers.

“Go!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the talismans flew out of the inn.

“Follow them.”

The group unsheathed their swords, ready to fly after the talismans.

“What the f*ck!”

Everyone paused and turned to look at Jiang Niannian.

Jiang Niannian stood there silently, awkwardly sliding her sword back into its sheath.

Tsk! These people are making such a fuss.

It’s just a sword name; was there any need to be so dramatic?

Now she was a bit embarrassed to use her sword.

She sheepishly said, “Buqi, can I ride with you on your sword?”

Yin Buqi barely suppressed a laugh, gazing at her with fondness, his throat tightening slightly.

“Of course.”

Yin Buqi summoned his sword with one hand and wrapped the other around Jiang Niannian’s waist.

The two were so close that Jiang Niannian could feel a certain… bulge and burning sensation.

She was incredulous.

“You?! ”

Ever since this man started eating meat…he’s been ** at any time, anywhere.

“I’m a normal man. With you squirming in my arms, of course I’d react.”

Jiang Niannian’s face flushed, and she muttered, “In that situation earlier, how could you be so sure I was innocent?”

“I wasn’t.”

Before Jiang Niannian could respond, Yin Buqi continued, “Whether you’re right or wrong, good or bad, I will always protect you unconditionally.”

Jiang Niannian’s heart warmed, and she turned to hug him.

“Aren’t you worried about what others might think of you? They’re all accusing you of being unreasonable.”

Yin Buqi smiled faintly, his red eyes gazing at her tenderly.

“Why should I care about irrelevant people? Why follow any reasoning? You are my reasoning.”

That beautiful, almost ethereal face struck Jiang Niannian’s heart unexpectedly.

Damn it, her little cub had seduced her again!

“Yin Buqi!”

Jiang Niannian suddenly shouted his name, catching him off guard, before throwing herself into his arms.

She had always taken care of him like an older sister, but for the first time, she acted like a little girl, cuddling and rubbing against him, making him want to pin her down and tease her until she cried.

The talisman led everyone to the riverside, where, under the sunlight, large clusters of Jinling Green Blossom bloomed brightly.

Song Shi was the first to leap off his sword.

“It seems all the Yin spirits have gathered at the bottom of the river. Let’s form the array.”

“Understood,” everyone responded, swiftly forming the fire array and launching bursts of spiritual fire into the air, ready to complete the formation.

“Wow, these lotus flowers are green. How interesting,” Tang Murou stood at the riverbank, reaching out to pluck one.

“Don’t!”

Yin Buqi shouted to stop her, but it was too late.

Tang Murou had already picked the Jinling Green Blossom and looked at him in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

Everyone: “…”

Jiang Niannian: “…”

My mom is so hot, f*ck?! The female lead’s troublemaking physique is indeed worthy of her reputation.

In an instant, the once clear sky turned dark red, thick with resentment.

The lush green lotuses transformed into one Yin spirit after another.