Login with GoogleChapter 176: The Anger of the Office Worker!
Everyone was present, and Cen Qingyou asked Qiao Wan, "Xin Yi, are you nervous?"
Qiao Wan shook her head.
This dried-up spring had been dry for a long time. She needed to figure out how to make the water flow again.
But she had never learned any water magic spells. Qiao Wan hesitated and thought, "Second Young Master, can I do it this way?"
"Just use your magic power, that will be enough."
At this point, she had no choice but to pluck up her courage and go for it.
With everyone watching, Qiao Wan nervously walked towards the spring, lowering her head to look at the dried-up well.
Since she wanted to make the water flow again, she wanted to make it feel ceremonial.
So, after a moment of contemplation and hesitation, she struck a very embarrassing pose and started to channel her magic power from head to toe, silently reciting a phrase.
Goddess of Darkness, Uhu Lah Hu, Dark Magic Transformation.
Spring, transform!!
Looking in the direction of the crowd, you could see that as soon as the girl stood in front of the spring, dark magic seeped out from every part of her body, enveloping Qiao Wan in a mist-like black aura. The black aura, like a tangible substance, flowed along her skirt and entered the spring.
Not long after, the long-dry spring unexpectedly gushed out a bubbling clear water, moisturizing the cracked soil.
Wait, this water?!
The members of the Water Phoenix Sect stared in disbelief, their eyes wide open.
What the High Priest and the Holy Maiden couldn't achieve, this ordinary-looking girl in front of them actually did?!
Chu Yanfeng's heart sank, feeling a tingling sensation on his tongue. He looked at the spring with an expression of disbelief.
This... is she really the empress of the demon realm?
How is that possible?!
But even if he didn't want to admit it, the truth was glaringly obvious before his eyes.
But... Was the person who just fought with him to the death really the empress of the demon realm?!
How does this resemble Prime Minister Mei at all?!!
The demon realm is known for its captivating beauty, but could Mei's niece really look like this?!
Shui Fengxiao, taken aback, glanced at the spring. The wind blew off his hat, revealing his handsome and stern face.
Shui Fengxiao's expression was a mix of fear and shock.
If this person in front of him was the Empress, then who were they adoring before?
Shui Fengxiao couldn't help but glance sideways.
Mu Xiaoxiao, surrounded by maids, was dressed exquisitely. Her appearance was gentle and her dress flowed like Phoenix feathers, adorned with shimmering gems.
His divination was wrong... They... mistook the wrong person.
As if slapped in the face, Shui Fengxiao tightly pressed his lips together.
Since taking over the Holy Sect, he had never made such a huge mistake! To think that he mistook the Empress!
However, as someone who held his position, Shui Fengxiao knew how to adapt. He immediately lifted the hem of his clothes and took the lead in kneeling.
"I pay my respects to the Empress."
As Shui Fengxiao knelt down, everyone looked at each other and in the next moment, they all knelt down with a whoosh.
"Empress Ji!"
"We greet the Empress Ji!"
In this situation, some ignorant members of the Water Phoenix Sect couldn't help but quietly ask their companions.
"If the one on top is Empress Ji, then who did the high priest bring back?"
The "saintess" brought back by the high priest was beautiful, with a friendly smile. Just yesterday, they saw the "saintess" playing in the water, barefoot, holding the hem of her skirt.
How did things change in just one day?
Though the voice was small, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the carriage, was stunned.
Her pretty face turned pale, and she nervously looked at Shui Fengxiao.
Due to the limited view, she could only see half of the man's cold and stern profile.
The high priest...
She couldn't help but look back at the spring.
Qiao Wan was still standing in front of the spring, and her expression couldn't be clearly seen.
The person kneeling for a long time finally called out, it was Cen Qingyou . As soon as he stood up, Shui Xian trembled and bowed to apologize, "It's my fault for not recognizing the princess. I beg for punishment from the princess."
Cen Qingyou replied, "No need for formalities, Elder. This is not your fault."
After a few words, it was clear that it wasn't their fault. Shui Xian stroked his beard and smiled mischievously, aiming his words at Shui Fengxiao , "So the princess in front of us is the holy woman brought by the high priest?"
It was obvious who was real and who was fake!
Who was the real holy woman, and who was the real princess!!
In an instant, Mu Xiaoxiao anxiously squeezed her fingers.
She...she was the fake one.
Panic set in.
Would the high priest hate her from now on, thinking she had deceived him?
Feeling that something was not right, Chu Yanfeng glanced over and saw the tears in the girl's eyes, causing her wet eyelashes to tremble lightly.
"Hol... "
He paused and changed his address.
"Miss Mu? Are you okay?"
Cen Qingyou, with a calm expression, said, "Now, can we trust the High Priest?"
Shui Fengxiao remained silent for a moment and then said, "Please punish the Emperor's concubine."
Chu Yanfeng tightly gripped his sword, looked away from Mu Xiaoxiao, and took a step forward, kneeling alongside Shui Fengxiao. He said, "Please punish the Emperor's concubine."
She is the Empress.
Even if she gives any command, even if she wants him dead now, he must obey.
Qiao Wan was a bit unsure.
It seems like there's nothing she can blame them for. She can't just ask these people in front of her to get boxed lunches, right?
But she still holds a grudge.
After thinking for a while, Qiao Wan's expression became serious.
Originally, she was prepared to endure torture, but unexpectedly, the girl in front of her pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke with a serious expression, "You won't receive your monthly salary anymore."
Chu Yanfeng was taken aback.
What?
Qiao Wan said, "You won't have holidays anymore, whether it's Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, or Lantern Festival. You won't have any days off."
Shui Fengxiao was shocked and looked up.
Qiao Wan continued to speak coldly and heartlessly: "Every day, you must work overtime until midnight."
"Every day, there are three meetings that you must attend and speak at, and afterwards, you must write a meeting report."
"Every year... the Water Phoenix Sect holds an annual conference." Qiao Wan pondered, "Do you understand? You must prepare a performance every year."
"Go write a self-criticism right now. I don't care if you've finished work or not, I want it now."
Feel the revenge of the corporate slave's anger! Tremble under the glory of her princess party! Stupid office worker!
Chu Yanfeng: ...
Actually, at that time, Chu Yanfeng didn't understand what that meant.
It wasn't until half a month later that Chu Yanfeng's face started hurting and he cried.
It really hurt like hell.
The empress of the demon realm is such a cruel creature. What kind of suffering is this?
Several years later, Chu Yanfeng, who couldn't bear the oppression, sought refuge in the demon realm. It was only when he worked under Mei Kangping as a errand boy that he realized that this suppression was passed down from generation to generation, damn it!
Qiao Wan, feeling frustrated, listened to the capitalist boss's speech. "I can't stand it, but it feels good!" she thought to herself.
Once Qiao Wan finished speaking, Cen Qingyou turned his head towards her and said, "Xin Yi, let's go."
"I'll accompany you," he added.
With the status of an imperial princess, Qiao Wan walked out confidently, and the Water Phoenix Sect members remained silent, not daring to stop her.
Amidst everyone's gaze, Qiao Wan approached Mu Xiaoxiao and reached out her hand, saying calmly, "Let's go."
Mu Xiaoxiao looked up in surprise.
The sun shone high in the sky, casting a bright light that made it hard to see. The girl standing before her, with a sparkling butterfly hairpin on her temple, seemed to twinkle.
Amidst the deafening cheers, the girl extended her hand towards her.
It was all over.
Mu Xiaoxiao silently watched.
These riches, flattery, and the dazzling glory of the saintess were like a dream. It was a halo placed upon her by others, easily given and easily taken away.
Before her, only Qiao Wan appeared real.
Mu Xiaoxiao lifted her skirt and stepped down from the sedan chair, her face burning with pain.
She hesitated and asked, "Martial Sister Qiao Wan...how did you...how did you manage it?"
"This must be thanks to...the dark god, Gunala," Qiao Wan's mouth twitched, adding, "I suppose."
Gunala, the dark god?
Mu Xiaoxiao was astonished.
Who was this immortal? Why had her master never mentioned it before?
...
Just as she stepped out of the boundaries of Water Phoenix Sect, Mu Xiaoxiao unexpectedly ran into Xiao Boyang, Liang Yiqing, and the group from Kunshan.
"Elder Martial Sister Mu!"
"Taoist Friend Qiao!"
One title already showed the hierarchy.
Cen Qingyou silently watched as the disciples from Kunshan hurried over and surrounded Mu Xiaoxiao.
In the crowd, Xiao Boyang gave Qiao Wan a brief glance, furrowing his brows as he surveyed the scene.
"It's alright, no one's hurt."
"Xin Yi," said Cen Qingyou, turning his head to greet her.
Qiao Wan paused and scratched her head. "What's wrong?"
This was his friend, and since no one seemed to care about his friend, he would take it upon himself to care.
Just then, another clear and moist voice abruptly interrupted.
"Qiao Wan," the voice was cold, slightly hoarse, as if restraining something.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the young man in front of her. He had black boots, a tied-up ponytail, a hint of red between his eyebrows, as if the color of a spring dawn.
The young man looked down. "Are you...okay?"
Those three words seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out no matter how hard he tried.
Is this Pei Chunzheng?
Cen Qingyou felt a bit surprised. He had a faint memory of him. This seemed to be the Pei taoist friend who had come to seek his mother's healing.
Pei Chunzheng fixed his dark eyes on Qiao Wan's neck, gripping his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white.
The red mark on the girl's neck seemed to have faded quite a bit, but still had a distinct and ambiguous appearance. However, Qiao Wan seemed completely unaware, scratching her head awkwardly as she talked to Cen Qingyou.
She didn't give anyone else a single glance.
It was obvious that the group from Kunshan had a bias, but she seemed not to care at all.
Cen Qingyou thought for a moment, fingering his prayer beads, and positioned himself in front of Qiao Wan, blocking the young man's view.
Pei Chunzheng's figure stiffened slightly.
Cen Qingyou looked gently at his friend, Xin Yi, and said, "I'm leaving."
Qiao Wan was surprised, "Now?"
"Can you stay?"
Although she knew the chances of the other person agreeing were small, Qiao Wan anxiously asked again.
She didn't want to let go of Cen Qingyou.
Even though it was embarrassing to say it out loud.
Qiao Wan sighed.
But she didn't have many friends. Gan Nan was one, Meng Canglang and the others were three or four. She didn't have many friends who could discuss little butterflies with her.
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Wan gathered up her courage and blurted out, "I... I... I can't bear to be without you!"
There's nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to missing a friend!
After saying this, Qiao Wan felt relieved and looked solemnly at the young man in front of her.
She couldn't bear to keep her feelings for Cen Qingyou a secret. She wanted him to know!
But in that moment, before the words left her mouth, she noticed a sudden change in the young man's expression not far away. Her whole body became cold, and her chest churned.
Cen Qingyou was slightly taken aback, and a subtle feeling spread throughout his heart. It was warm, clear, and crystalline.
When it comes to conversations between a man and a woman, it's easy for things to become ambiguous. But he never thought of Qiao Wan that way, and she didn't have those feelings for him either.
They were friends.
So, Cen Qingyou cherished her feelings and kept them in his heart, with warmth in his eyes as he said, "Xin Yi, I can't bear to be without you either."
"As long as we have the desire in our hearts, we will naturally meet again. Come a little closer."
Qiao Wan, without suspecting anything, moved closer.
But unexpectedly, Cen Qingyou suddenly approached her and gave her a warm and strong embrace.
This hug completely stunned Qiao Wan.
But in the next second, something slightly cool was placed in her hand, concealed by the embrace. With a swift movement of his sleeve, he tucked it into her palm.
Cen Qingyou's voice, like a gentle breeze, brushed past her ears.
Feeling the cold gaze of the young man on her back, Cen Qingyou silently pointed at the thing in Qiao Wan's hand and said, "This is for you. By consuming it, it can enhance your cultivation for a hundred years. I believe you need it more than I do."
