I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 357 As big as a fingernail
Jiang Yao and Tong Niang lived in the East Guest Courtyard, next to the garden.

When Zhou Yuande went to invite someone, Jiang Yao was meditating in the courtyard.

The moonlight was like water, and the white hair reflected the silver light.

Zhou Yuande paused, wondering why his hair had turned white again.
Perhaps hearing footsteps, Jiang Yao opened her eyes and looked over. Her eyes were red and gray, looking quite eerie.

Zhou Yuande was startled and about to say something when he saw her white hair instantly turn black, and Jiang Yao's eyes return to normal. She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking at Zhou Yuande: "Is something wrong?"

Zhou Yuande composed himself and said, "Young Master invites you in."

"Let's go." Jiang Yao stood up, casually tied up her loose hair, and said to the people inside the house, "No need to come along."

The room, which had just been lit, went dark again.

The two walked through the garden and entered the main courtyard through a side gate.

"Young Master, Abbot Jiang has arrived."

Jiang Yao stepped out from behind Zhou Yuande and asked, "What do you want with me?"

"Take a look at this." Xiao Jingfan gestured for Chen Xing to hand her the jar.

Jiang Yao didn't take it, she just stared at it.

After a moment, she closed her eyes, as if sensing something.

Everyone looked at the jar and then at her, waiting quietly.

A few breaths later, Jiang Yao opened her eyes, and her pale lips uttered two words: "Forbidden Technique".

Xiao Jingfan glanced at her gray eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

“The things inside—” Jiang Yao reached out, her fair fingertips touching the jar, “eat people.”

Everyone was startled and couldn't help but take a step back. Even Chen Xing put the jar back on the ground.

She wasn't afraid of corpses, but she wouldn't let anything that ate people come near her.

Seeing everyone avoiding her like the plague, Jiang Yao explained, "They won't eat you if they see you through a jar."

Everyone thought to themselves, what if it wasn't sealed properly and someone escaped?

Feng Jing wasn't that afraid. He pointed to the jar and said, "There are many man-eating Gu worms, but not many that can be called forbidden techniques. What's in the jar?"

Jiang Yao answered decisively: "The Beauty Gu."

"The Beauty Gu? I think I've heard my master mention it before." Feng Jing looked up at the sky, trying hard to recall.

Xiao Jingfan also felt that it was somewhat familiar.

"Master Jiang, what is the use of this Beauty Gu?" It was Chu Liuzheng who asked the question. He was afraid, but he was also genuinely curious.

Jiang Yao tilted her head to look at her, and Chu Liuzheng smiled at her: "Can you tell me?"

Jiang Yao didn't dislike her and was willing to answer some of her questions.

She said, "The cultivated Beauty Gu can keep young people looking young forever and restore the appearance of the elderly to their youthful state."

"Wow!" Chen Xing exclaimed, cupping her cheeks in amazement. "Wouldn't everyone want something so magical?"

Jiang Yao nodded. It was true that everyone wanted it, but not everyone could afford it.

Xiao Jingfan finally remembered why it felt familiar.

"According to historical records, Princess Mingzhu of the Dayong Dynasty once traded a city for a mysterious person to obtain the Beauty Gu, just to keep her youthful appearance." He looked at the jar and sighed, "I thought this story was fabricated by later generations, but I never thought that such a magical thing really existed in the world."

“It’s not a fabrication, that city is indeed Moon City.” Jiang Yao was willing to say a few more words to the person who had helped her kill Yin Lanci. “That mysterious person was the first city lord of Moon City, Yao Ji.”

"Yao?" Chu Liuzheng suddenly remembered that Jiang Yao's name also contained the character "Yao". "Could it be that your name is related to Yao Ji?"

“Yes.” Jiang Yao nodded gently. “The head of the Jiang family will choose one outstanding woman from the next generation and bestow upon her the name ‘Yao’ in gratitude to the late patriarch.”

Feng Jing clicked his tongue: "According to you, wouldn't there be many Jiang Yaos on your family's genealogy? How would you distinguish who is who?"

Jiang Yao countered, "Why do we need to differentiate?"

Feng Jing: "..."

He simply didn't want to live under someone else's name, no matter how glorious it was.

Seeing that the topic had gone off track, Chu Liuzheng quickly brought it back: "Can the Beauty Gu really make people stay young forever?"

“Only those who have cultivated it can benefit,” Jiang Yao said. “Beauty fades to dust, one poison can save a hundred lives. The young can enjoy it for three years, the old for one year.” Lü Fei sighed, “A few years of youth are exchanged for a hundred lives. No wonder it is listed as a forbidden technique.”

Jiang Yao glanced at him, her eyes carrying a strange meaning.

Xiao Jingfan said, "You kept emphasizing the need to cultivate the Beauty Gu. Could it be that the conditions for cultivating the Beauty Gu are extremely demanding?"

Jiang Yao didn't answer. Instead, she squatted down and tapped the jar with her snow-white fingers: "You'll know once you open it."

The crowd looked at each other, then Chu Liuzheng volunteered: "I'll do it—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled behind by several hands.

Chu Liuzheng and the three people he was dragging around stared at each other.

[It's one thing for Siyue and Chenxing to be involved, but why is the tyrant joining in?]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He's worrying about this unnecessarily!

He let go of her hand, put it behind his back, and his face was as black as the King of Hell.

Seeing him like this, Siyue and Chenxing simultaneously released their grip and took a step back.

Facing the emperor alone, Chu Liuzheng felt inexplicably weak. Pointing to the jar, he explained in a low voice, "Master Jiang said so, so there's definitely no danger."

Xiao Jingfan gave a cold "hmm," which sounded more like sarcasm than agreement.

Chu Liuzheng immediately poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him: "Would you like some water?"

Xiao Jingfan: "Not thirsty."

Chu Liuzheng maintained his smile: "Shall I give you a shoulder massage?"

Xiao Jingfan: "Not sour."

"Give me a massage?"

"Need not."

Chu Liuzheng: "..."

Why is it so hard to appease a tyrant!
and many more!

Chu Liuzheng suddenly realized that the tyrant was angry, not her, so why was she trying to appease him?

Xiao Jingfan was still waiting, and after a while he didn't hear a sound, he couldn't help but glance over.

Chu Liuzheng stood there with his head slightly lowered, like a wooden stake, showing no intention of speaking again.

Xiao Jingfan: ?

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

The others watched quietly until Feng Jing suddenly spoke up, breaking the delicate atmosphere: "Let me do it."

He squatted down, reached out and lifted the lid of the jar, deftly removing the seal.

Everyone: "..."

Chenxing and Siyue sighed together, "Look, this is what it means to be unable to find a wife."

As Feng Jing unpacked the package, he sniffed and muttered, "It doesn't smell bad."

Uncle Fu said it smelled rotten, didn't he?
His mention of it brought everyone's attention back, and they all sniffed.

Aside from being a little fishy, ​​it actually didn't smell bad at all.

Could it be that they guessed wrong, and there are no corpses inside?
"It's open." Feng Jing removed the black cloth sealing his mouth and placed it aside, excitedly calling everyone over to see.

Except for Xiao Jingfan, who was stopped from moving forward by Zhou Yuande and Lü Fei, everyone else crowded closer to take a look.

Du Qian held the oil lamp and shone it on the mouth of the jar.

The jar was filled with a pure white substance, consisting entirely of snow-white bones, without a single piece of rotten flesh or dirty blood. It was surprisingly clean.

"There's nothing but bones." He stretched his neck and picked up the knife, intending to stab it in.

Jiang Yao glanced at his hand holding the knife, which sent a chill down Du Qian's spine, and he instinctively put the knife down.

“There seems to be something on this bone.” Chu Liuzheng’s big eyes almost narrowed into slits as he pointed to the bone near the mouth of the jar. “It’s also white, about the size of a fingernail.”