Fairy, please don't do this!

Then, a woman appeared out of nowhere, walked to the bridal bed, took her place, and coerced Gu Jinzhao into marrying her.

Mu Yiren did not completely lose consciousness, but was in a semi-conscious state.

She wanted to stop it all, but she felt like she was from another world and was powerless to do anything about it.

This scene is strikingly similar to when Lin Qingci took Gu Jinzhao away in her previous life.

The same anger and resentment, the same despair and pain!

As if because of this emotion, the deep blue light in those double pupils suddenly shone, breaking the spell's restraint.

Mu Yiren suddenly stood up, went straight to the bedside, and slapped the wicked woman who was pinning down her fiancé.

The other party seemed to sense something, turned around instantly, and engaged in fierce combat with her.

The force of the palm strike clashed with the spiritual energy, causing the wedding tent to flutter loudly.

At this moment, Mu Yi finally got a clear look at the woman's appearance.

Her appearance was stunning, with eyebrows like sharp swords, a high and straight nose like a solitary snow-capped peak, and an air of heroic charm emanating from her.

It was none other than the Fifth Elder of the Qingyun Sect.

Mu Yiren has met Yu Fengzhi!

Because she is Gu Jinzhao's martial aunt, and they had met once in Qingyun City.

Mu Yiren coldly questioned, "You are Gu Lang's uncle-master, and also his half-master. How could you do such a beastly thing?"

Yu Fengzhi held a sword, its blade pointed directly at her throat, and retorted sarcastically, "You shameless scoundrel who forced others to sign marriage contracts, what right do you have to criticize me?"

"What do you, an outsider, know about my relationship with him?"

Enraged, Mu Yiren laughed and immediately channeled her spiritual power, engaging her in battle once more.

Yu Fengzhi brandished her longsword, her swordplay sharp yet composed, easily deflecting each of her attacks: "Am I an outsider, or are you an outsider?"

"You and Gu Jinzhao have only ever been husband and wife in name only."

"And he and I...we have long been intertwined in body and soul, intimately connected."

"you--"

Mu Yiren wanted to say something, but suddenly her chest tightened and a strong sense of dizziness swept over her.

Her consciousness began to blur, and the scene before her eyes rippled and shattered like a reflection in water...

Chapter 274, Mu Yiren: "Is this girl your martial uncle?" (3K)

As dawn broke, three or five tables of early risers were already seated in the inn's lobby.

Gu Jinzhao and the other two sat by the window, with congee, steamed buns and several side dishes on the table, steam rising gently.

Mu Yiren picked up a scallion and pork bun, took a small bite, but her gaze kept falling on the delicate and tender face opposite her.

She always felt that Jiang Tinglan looked extremely similar to the Fifth Elder of the Qingyun Sect, and the more she looked at him, the stronger that inexplicable sense of familiarity became.

Especially the subtle air of heroism between their brows, it's almost identical, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Last night's dream, though somewhat eerie, may not have been just a baseless illusion.

As a cultivator, it's impossible to have such a dream for no reason.

Moreover, she was someone who had lived a second life, making her exceptionally sensitive to certain premonitions.

'They also practice swordsmanship, their cultivation levels are similar, and their nicknames even contain the character "Phoenix"...'

'Could it be that this girl and Yu Fengzhi are the same person?'

Mu Yiren seemed lost in thought.

Yu Fengzhi noticed her gaze, reached up and touched her cheek, tilted her head, and asked in confusion, "Is there something on my face?"

Why is Sister Mu staring at me?

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiren lowered her gaze slightly, shook her head, and said in a flat tone, "No."

"I just remembered that it rained last night, and I wonder who opened the window in the room."

"The raindrops are hitting my face..."

Yu Fengzhi pursed her lips: "I opened it!"

Mu Yiren asked curiously, "Why open it?"

Yu Fengzhi explained, "I saw that the moonlight was extremely beautiful, so I couldn't help but open the window and look out for a while!"

"Who knew that they would forget to turn it off, and then it happened to thunder and rain..."

At this point, she immediately looked apologetic and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sister Mu!"

"never mind!"

Seeing this, Mu Yiren did not dwell on the matter any further.

Gu Jinzhao remained silent throughout, simply sipping his porridge with his head down.

Speaking of last night, he really didn't expect that his martial uncle would play such a fancy game.

First, he used a secret method to drug Mu Yiren, and then committed a crime.

Then they forced him to come to Mu Yiren and help him unlock the [Locking Ring].

He had to clean up the mess afterwards and take care of the aftermath.

If Gu Jinzhao hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that his once carefree and chivalrous uncle, who wielded a sword to vanquish demons, would do such a thing.

Sure enough, people do change.

Suddenly, Gu Jinzhao thought of something.

Mu Yiren clearly woke up once last night, and then inexplicably fell asleep again.

At that time, Yu Fengzhi was being held by him, intimately entwined under the covers, and there was no way he could make her fall asleep again.

So, is someone secretly helping them?

Thinking of this, Gu Jinzhao tentatively asked in his mind, "Wife, did you put Sister Yiren to sleep last night?"

A soft, alluring voice rang out: "If she doesn't sleep, how can my little husband continue his affair with Feng'er?"

Gu Jinzhao said irritably, "What do you mean by having an affair... I was forced into it, okay?"

An Wanxi immediately exposed his lie: "But from what I see, you seem to be enjoying it~"

"Sometimes he pins your martial uncle down on the bed, sometimes he picks him up and makes people call him 'good brother'..."

Gu Jinchao retorted, "Wasn't that to curry favor with my martial uncle?"

"If we don't do that, how can we let her vent her anger and resentment?"

An Wanxi scoffed, "I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe me, fine, but I do."

Just then, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang in his ears, pulling him back to reality: "Is this girl your martial aunt?"

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback upon hearing this.

Logically speaking, since her martial uncle has already reverted to his childhood appearance, with a completely different look and temperament from his adult self, Mu Yiren shouldn't have made any connection to this.

Could it be that she really saw something last night?

That doesn't make sense!

If Mu Yiren had witnessed her uncle and him making love, given her personality, she would probably have torn him and his mistress apart on the spot. How could she possibly sit here calmly eating steamed buns?

Although somewhat guilty, Gu Jinchao maintained his composure and feigned confusion as he replied telepathically, "Feng'er is Feng'er, how could she be my uncle?"

Mu Yiren narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly: "If I remember correctly, the Fifth Elder's cultivation level was previously at the peak of the fifth rank, and now it may have entered the fourth rank."

"Jiang Tinglan is also a fourth-rank cultivator, and he also practices the sword path."

"Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?"

Gu Jinzhao blinked: "My martial uncle left the Qingyun Sect before, and I haven't been able to contact him since. How could he possibly transform into Jiang Tinglan?"

Although he didn't know why Mu Yiren suddenly suspected Feng'er's identity, he could tell that it was just a guess and there was no substantial evidence.

Perhaps it was to protect you.

Mu Yiren's gaze fell on her fiancé's face, scanning it inch by inch, trying to find some flaw.

During the previous gathering of six outstanding individuals, Gu Jinchao single-handedly swept aside the younger generation of Zen practitioners, and neither Buddhist nuns nor Zen disciples could withstand his sharp edge.

Such a brilliant and talented disciple is undoubtedly the future of the sect. Once he grows up, he will become an unparalleled sword immortal who can dominate the entire land.

How could the Qingyun Sect not protect it properly?

The most suitable candidate would be Gu Jinzhao's martial uncle.

He possesses profound cultivation, maintains a close personal relationship, and avoids attracting attention.

"I don't know either." Gu Jinzhao also picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and said vaguely, "At least for now, she doesn't seem like my martial aunt."

After all, paper can't contain fire.

Given Mu Yiren's meticulous nature, she would definitely investigate once she had a suspicion.

If she really discovers that Jiang Tinglan is Yu Fengzhi, and I deliberately conceal it, she might overthink things and cause some trouble.

Therefore, it's better to pretend you don't know.

In any case, since Elder Chu Wuyai sent his uncle to protect him without informing him, it is reasonable for him to "not know".

Mu Yiren looked at him with suspicion, her gaze lingering on his face: "The Fifth Elder is your senior uncle, and can be considered half your master. You should know her very well."

"Didn't you notice anything?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head, his expression frank: "I haven't noticed anything unusual."

Mu Yiren wanted to press for more information, but just then—

A dazzling beam of light suddenly burst forth from the distant horizon.

The beam of light, over a hundred feet thick, shot into the sky from the depths of the vast mountains, piercing the clouds and turning half the sky a magnificent golden-red.

Even from a great distance, one could feel the immense and vast spiritual energy surging in like a tide, making the inn's window frames hum.

The lobby of the inn was silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"A secret realm! The secret realm has opened!"

"Such a rich spiritual aura must contain many hidden opportunities!"

"go!"

In an instant, dozens of cultivators swarmed out, some flying on their swords, others running wildly using their movement techniques.

They all rushed frantically toward the pillar of light, afraid that if they were a step too slow, the opportunity would be snatched away by someone else.

Upon seeing this, Yu Fengzhi turned to Gu Jinzhao and asked, "The Corpse Demon Cave has opened. When shall we go there?"

Gu Jinchao remained seated as steady as Mount Tai, as if the commotion outside had nothing to do with him.

He slowly picked up the last half of the bun, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and savored the flavor of the dough and meat filling blending together.

She picked up the bowl of porridge again, drank the remaining half bowl of clear porridge in one gulp, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth, and then slowly stood up: "Let's go."

The three of them came to Sanxing County to maintain order and prevent evil cultivators from taking advantage of the chaos, in their capacity as members of the Demon Suppression Division.

Now that the secret realm has appeared, it's only natural to set off for it.

As Gu Jinzhao and the two women stepped out of the inn, they bumped into three familiar figures.

The leader, dressed in a black official robe, had a handsome and serene face with a pale gold Buddha mark between his brows; he was none other than the Zen master Wunian.

Miao Tan stood beside him, her beautiful, glassy eyes still filled with an unyielding coldness and aloofness.

Besides the two people, there was another person present.

It was none other than Ning Muchi, who had been publicly humiliated and lost all face during the Empress Dowager's birthday celebration.

The two met in front of the inn, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

Zen Master Wu Nian clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and spoke first: "Amitabha, greetings to Vice Commander Gu."