Chapter 67: Long Time No See, Husband

By brazenly tampering with these mechanisms and causing such a commotion, Sang Zhiyi’s goal was precisely to make Yue Buping rush over as quickly as possible.

The facts proved that Sang Zhiyi’s scheme had been completely successful.

The moment he sensed something was wrong with the spiritual energy in his body, Yue Buping immediately realized that the problem lay at the other end of the formation.

He abruptly rose to his feet, activated a technique to shrink the distance, and rushed nonstop to the far northern ice prison where Yi Jinghong was confined.

The entire process was so fast that the city lord of Fenglu City and everyone else at the banquet couldn’t even react before Yue Buping had completely disappeared.

Leaving abruptly without a word, ignoring everyone in the entire venue—Yue Buping’s behavior was quite rude.

Those who could attend this banquet were all notable figures in Fenglu City.

Earlier, when they saw Yue Buping’s disrespect toward the city lord, some had already been displeased.

Now, witnessing this scene, many were genuinely angered.

A dark-skinned man with a thick beard slammed his wine glass heavily onto the table, his brows furrowed in anger.

“This is utterly outrageous!”

The dull thud of the glass striking the table was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, immediately drawing agreement from many at the banquet.

As cultivators, who didn’t have a bit of pride?

When Yue Buping first arrived in Fenglu City, he had presented himself as a modest gentleman.

But now, with some merit to his name, he acted as if he had done Fenglu City an immense favor and had completely changed his demeanor.

Truly disgraceful!

The banquet hall became restless for a moment, but the city lord of Fenglu City managed to calm the situation with a few words of persuasion.

The bearded man who had slammed his glass was still indignant.

“That Yue fellow has quite the arrogance!

When the Real Person was still in the city back then, he was never this arrogant!”

Mentioning the Real Person who had fallen a few years ago in Fenglu City, the atmosphere at the banquet suddenly and uncontrollably became subdued.

In the Lingyun Continent, only cultivators at the Tribulation stage could be called “Real Person.”

From the ancient ancestors of the various cultivation families who had been in seclusion for years, down to three-year-old mortal children in the streets, everyone in Fenglu City knew this Real Person’s name.

The reason Fenglu City could become the richest land in the southern part of the Lingyun Continent was not only because it lay on the dividing line between the human realm and the demon realm, where the products of both realms were abundant, but also because with this Real Person’s protection, it had been spared from much plundering and had been able to develop steadily into its current scale.

Powerful and benevolent were the words that defined this Real Person.

How many of those attending this banquet had not been guided and taught by the Real Person at some point?

Precisely because they had seen what a true top-tier great power looked like, they found Yue Buping’s behavior especially intolerable.

The celebration banquet had reached a point where there was really no need to continue.

The city lord announced the end of the feast, and the banquet concluded in silence.

After seeing off all the guests, looking at the empty banquet hall, the city lord let out a heavy sigh.

“Ah…”

***

At the same time, before the remote ice prison in the far north of the Lingyun Continent, Yue Buping gripped his sword tightly, veins bulging on his forehead in anger.

“Yi Jinghong!”

Yue Buping pointed his sword directly at the ice prison, every word he uttered dripping with a grinding hatred.

“What exactly have you done?!”

He was barely restraining the urge to destroy the entire ice prison, along with everyone inside it, with a single stroke of his sword.

The reversal of spiritual energy was simply too bizarre.

Yue Buping considered himself somewhat accomplished in the field of formations, yet he had never heard of such a thing happening!

It would be easy to kill Yi Jinghong, but before that, he had to figure out what had happened.

Crystalline blue ice shards flew about within the confined space, then quickly dissipated.

Yue Buping finally got a clear look at Sang Zhiyi’s figure within the ice prison.

The last time he had seen Yi Jinghong, Yue Buping had forgotten exactly when it was.

He could only be certain that he hadn’t seen Yi Jinghong in at least several decades.

During the hundred years he had imprisoned Yi Jinghong in the ice prison, the only times he had personally come were to repair the formation.

He had never given Yi Jinghong, lying beside the formation, much of a glance.

In Yue Buping’s memory, Yi Jinghong was just a silhouette slumped unconscious on the ground, its colors as pale and stark as her clothes—even a bit drab, very unremarkable.

Even when he looked further back, to the time before he had killed his wife to attain enlightenment, his impression of Yi Jinghong hadn’t changed much.

She had just been conscious, that was all—still so dull and uninteresting.

But this time, what Yue Buping saw was a completely different Yi Jinghong.

Sang Zhiyi had long anticipated that Yue Buping, with his cautious and suspicious nature, would not try to kill her the moment he saw her.

Instead, mindful of Yi Jinghong’s frail, dying body after a hundred years of imprisonment, he would deliberately control his strength.

So when Yue Buping’s sword strike came, Sang Zhiyi didn’t dodge or evade.

She let the crystalline blue shards from the shattered ice prison brush gently past her hair.

Not a single hair on her head was harmed.

At this moment, Sang Zhiyi sat on the innermost floor of the ice prison, her upper body leaning limply and diagonally against the ice wall behind her, her eyelids half-lowered, her whole body relaxed from the inside out.

Looking up lightly, Sang Zhiyi casually appreciated the sight of Yue Buping’s frustrated rage for a few moments.

Her gaze brightened slightly, then the curves of her eyes rippled into even more enchanting light.

Sang Zhiyi tilted her head slightly, the corners of her upturned lips carrying a lazy, coquettish charm.

A few strands of loose hair slid across her face with her movement, like a subtle, fleeting tease.

Yue Buping had never seen Yi Jinghong like this before—vivid, tender, dazzling.

He was stunned for a moment.

It seemed… on the night of their wedding a hundred years ago, when he had personally lifted Yi Jinghong’s red veil, she hadn’t been this striking, had she?

Yue Buping only remembered that Yi Jinghong in her wedding dress had been visibly happy and shy, more lively than usual, but still monotonous and rigid.

Nothing like the bright charm before him now.

Sang Zhiyi looked at Yue Buping languidly and spoke softly.

“Long time no see, husband.”

Yue Buping: “…?!”

His pupils contracted.

Sang Zhiyi’s voice was sweet and soft, as if she were acting cute, yet there was a clear cold mockery in her tone.

The contrast between the two blended together, giving off a playful and seductive quality.

Especially the word “husband,” which was already an intimate and affectionate term, was deliberately drawn out by Sang Zhiyi, the ending slightly lifted.

Yue Buping felt his heart stir for a moment.

The hand holding his sword loosened slightly.

How had Yi Jinghong become… like a seductress?!

No, Yue Buping quickly rejected this sudden thought.

He had been in the Lingyun Continent for several hundred years and had encountered countless seductresses, many of whom were exceptionally alluring.

But none of those seductresses were like Sang Zhiyi—without deliberately making any particular movements, she still naturally possessed a unique charm.

Yue Buping felt he could hardly take his eyes off her.

After calling out that “husband,” Sang Zhiyi very clearly heard a somewhat abrupt static sound in her mind.

Like a smoothly running electrical circuit suddenly shorting out.

Without needing to think, Sang Zhiyi knew it was System Sir’s reaction.

Sang Zhiyi: “…”

To be honest, the reason Sang Zhiyi had called him that was not only to mock Yue Buping but also because she needed to appear weak to him to some extent.

After transmigrating this time, Sang Zhiyi faced a hellish start without any compromise.

Even with her ability to become a formation master in a short time, she would still face many difficult challenges.

She could modify the formation in the ice prison to reverse its function, but the materials composing the formation were fixed and limited.

Sang Zhiyi couldn’t create something out of nothing.

Otherwise, she could simply create another formation that would directly solve the problems she faced, rather than having to call in Yue Buping as a thug just to break the ice prison door.

Yue Buping was currently the only resource she could find.

She had to make the most of it, so she needed to give the other party a little sweetness to better allure him.

But Sang Zhiyi had not expected System Sir to… be jealous.

Although the system made no other movement besides that fleeting, abrupt static sound, with Sang Zhiyi’s emotional intelligence, how could she not know that System Sir was jealous?

She blinked, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.

By now, she had already transmigrated into her third small world.

If you counted the real world, this was even the fourth world she and System Sir had experienced together.

To say that Sang Zhiyi had no special feelings for System Sir whatsoever was certainly impossible.

Throughout all these years, only System Sir knew all her stories, only System Sir understood her true name, and only System Sir had always stayed by her side without wavering.

Not to mention that their very meeting had been made possible by System Sir’s sacrifice of everything.

How could Sang Zhiyi not be moved?

However, these feelings were not particularly intense.

After all, Sang Zhiyi was a very clear-headed and rational person.

The two of them had only had a handful of real interactions.

Sang Zhiyi felt very touched and very grateful, but that was where it stopped.

It couldn’t be called romantic attraction; at most, it was just ambiguous.

Sang Zhiyi had known long ago that even though System Sir had lost all his emotions and memories, he still retained some instincts.

When it came to matters concerning her, he sometimes acted in very human ways.

But Sang Zhiyi truly had not expected System Sir to be jealous.

In previous worlds, she had flirted with others more than once—she had done things more intimate than casually calling someone “husband”—and System Sir had never reacted.

Although she hadn’t felt quite as guilty then as she did now…

Sang Zhiyi’s gaze suddenly steadied.

Could it be…

Could it be that now, with the accumulation of her missions over the years in various small worlds, System Sir’s humanity was gradually being awakened?

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