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Yun Jiu struggled to suppress the surging anger and resentment within her, cursing silently, "Damn it, how can I, a dignified person, be reduced to mere medicinal herbs for alchemy?! Alchemy? Hmph, go do it yourself!"
Despite her fury, she had to put on a pitiful facade and spoke softly to the cold and aloof God of Men, "My Lord, look at my dark complexion. If I were to be turned into a pill, I would surely be an eyesore, utterly disgusting. You, with your noble stature, how could you lower yourself to consume something like this?"
Upon hearing her words, Di Jue furrowed his brows even tighter, his gaze sweeping over Yun Jiu with evident disdain. Finally, he sighed in resignation, "The Linglong Chixia Fruit is already rare and hard to find. At worst, I can just rinse my mouth a few times afterward; I can barely accept it."
Yun Jiu's anger flared even more; she felt like tearing Di Jue's image into a thousand pieces. She cursed inwardly, "I'm almost at death's door, and you're still nitpicking! If it weren't for my lack of strength, I'd definitely show you what I'm capable of!"
In this life-and-death moment, however, Yun Jiu's mind was unusually agile as she quickly devised a countermeasure. The Linglong Chixia Fruit was so important to this guy; had she known earlier, she would never have easily swallowed it. The taste was mediocre compared to a crisp radish.
Di Jue's hand slowly rose again, the cold aura around him making Yun Jiu feel the approach of death. The feeling of helplessness that came from being at someone else's mercy was unbearable for her. She vowed silently, "I must become stronger and never endure such humiliation again!"
At this critical juncture, an idea struck Yun Jiu. She bit her own fingertip until it bled and resolutely extended her finger toward Di Jue. "My Lord! My blood can surely counteract the poison within you! Just try my blood; its effects will be far more direct and effective than that pill!"
In her desperation, she thrust her finger into Di Jue's mouth. The strange fragrance contained in her blood proved irresistible to him; he instinctively began to suck on it.
This scene left everyone hiding in the shadows dumbfounded. They all thought to themselves: "Master, where is your cleanliness? Where is your authority? Didn't you say you would slap this girl to death and use her flesh and blood for alchemy? Why are you now letting her cling to you like this and even... sucking on her finger?"
For a moment, the air was thick with indescribable awkwardness and shock.
Yun Jiu's face instantly drained of color, turning pale as paper. She cursed inwardly: "This bastard can't really be a hidden vampire, can he? How can he suck blood without restraint? It's simply greedy! If my blood is truly drained dry, won't I lose my life here?"
Finally, Di Jue slowly released his lips with a satisfied sigh, surprise flickering in his eyes.
It turned out that this seemingly inconspicuous girl's blood had effects even more miraculous than the pills made from the Linglong Chixia Fruit. If he could regularly draw from it, perhaps the cold poison within him could truly be eradicated.
At this moment, Di Jue looked at Yun Jiu with a softer gaze. He pondered that the Azure Xuan Continent indeed harbored hidden talents; he had unexpectedly gained such a treasure.
"Black girl," he said with an air of satisfaction in his voice, "your performance has pleased me greatly. Speak up; what reward do you desire?"
His tone carried an imperceptible gentleness that set off alarm bells in Yun Jiu's mind.
Seeing the hint of a smile at the corner of Di Jue's mouth made her uneasy; there was surely something amiss with his sudden change in attitude. She forced out a shy smile that looked somewhat ridiculous on her dark face. "My Lord, this is what I should do; how could I dare ask for any reward?"
Seeing this reaction filled Di Jue with a sense of self-satisfaction; it seemed this girl truly had feelings for him. Although he felt no romantic inclination toward her, given her rare "appreciation," helping her wouldn't hurt.
"Come here!" He parted his lips slightly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority that brooked no refusal.
Despite her heart full of doubts, Yun Jiu steeled herself and approached, forcing a calm demeanor as she asked, "God, what is your command?"
Before she could think further, Di Jue lightly slapped her chest. Everything went dark before her eyes, and she cursed inwardly: "Bastard! This grudge is settled now; even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"
Yun Jiu turned around leisurely, her gaze landing on the elder standing quietly outside the courtyard gate. Memories surged rapidly; it was Butler Ji, a trusted steward of Yun Baichen. His face was adorned with respect, but Yun Jiu keenly sensed the hidden anger and disdain beneath that submissive exterior. She couldn't help but smile bitterly; this path to redemption was indeed long and arduous!
"Butler Ji, please inform my grandfather that I will change my clothes and come over shortly," Yun Jiu said, slightly bowing, her words dripping with politeness and humility. This gesture made Butler Ji stumble slightly, his heart startled: Could it be that Miss Jiu has truly been possessed by something unclean? How could her temperament have changed so drastically to become so gentle and refined?
As his thoughts turned, Butler Ji couldn't help but feel heavy with worry. With her current demeanor, could it be that she had something to hide? That precious Spirit Gathering Pill—could it have already fallen into her hands?
Just as Butler Ji's mind was in turmoil, Yun Jiu cleared her throat a few times and awkwardly added, "Butler Ji, it seems my door has aged and cannot withstand the elements. Could you arrange for someone to replace it with a new one?"
"Of course, Miss Jiu. It must be due to the frequent rains lately that the door has become damp; a little repair should suffice," Butler Ji replied, though doubts clouded his mind.
"Ah, I'm afraid repairs won't do any good. Butler Ji, it would be best if you inspected it personally," Yun Jiu said with a light laugh, gesturing for Butler Ji to enter and take a look.
Butler Ji stepped into the courtyard with a belly full of suspicion. The sight before him left him speechless—the once sturdy door made of fir wood had been reduced to a pile of splinters scattered all over the ground!
The hardness of fir wood was comparable to metal; who could possess such power to turn it into nothingness?
"Miss Jiu, what... what happened here?" Butler Ji stammered in shock.
Yun Jiu maintained her composure and fabricated a serious explanation: "This is how it looked when I returned; perhaps time has not been kind to it, and the door has reached retirement age? Isn't that right, Chunyu?"
Chunyu nodded in confusion; she had no idea about the underlying reasons and simply echoed her young mistress's words.
Butler Ji hurriedly grabbed a handful of wood chips as if chased by a fierce beast and quickly left, his figure disappearing at the edge of his sight.
Yun Jiu watched Butler Ji's retreating back and spat lightly: "That old fox is so impatient at his age; he’s not as steady as our Chunyu."
Chunyu's cheeks flushed at those words, secretly delighted. It seemed that Miss had truly changed from before, but she genuinely liked this transformation.
The two entered the inner room. As Yun Jiu prepared to change out of her dusty clothes and opened the wardrobe, she couldn't help but freeze in place.
The wardrobe was filled with an array of black clothing, and she couldn't help but smile wryly. It seemed as if this closet had been tailor-made for her as a collection of night garments.
After a moment of confusion, Yun Jiu's thoughts quietly traversed the chaotic memories of the original owner, finally uncovering the reason behind Chun Yu's unusual gaze. It turned out that Bai Moyu had once casually remarked, leaving behind a seemingly indifferent yet deeply resonant statement—Yun Jiu looked most captivating in black. Ironically, this comment was laced with sarcasm, a subtle jab at her skin tone, yet the original owner had foolishly taken it to heart and regarded it as a guiding principle.
Yun Jiu sighed softly, inwardly cursing, "That scoundrel's words have led this silly girl to be so infatuated!"
Reluctantly rummaging through the closet, she eventually found a moon-white Yun Family Disciple robe hidden in a dusty corner. Its color was as elegant as the moon, fresh and refined, having been carelessly discarded by the original owner for no good reason.
"What a waste of beauty!" Yun Jiu muttered as she gently picked up the garment and changed into it.
In front of the bronze mirror, she gazed at her reflection. Although her skin tone was somewhat dark, her lively eyes and distinct facial features possessed a unique charm. A barely noticeable sense of satisfaction crept into her heart; it turned out that this body was not entirely unworthy.
Chun Yu stood to the side, puzzled by her mistress's murmurs but well aware of the rules; she simply waited quietly, not daring to ask too many questions.
"Chun Yu, quickly fetch me a rope," Yun Jiu said with a glint of mischief in her eyes, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
Chun Yu's face changed dramatically at those words, panic overtaking her as she exclaimed, "Miss, please don't do anything foolish! If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't want to live either!" Her voice was filled with urgency and fear.
Yun Jiu couldn't help but laugh at her reaction and shot Chun Yu a glare, feigning anger. "What nonsense are you thinking? Do you take me for someone who would take my own life? Hurry up; I have my own clever use for it."
Startled by the glare, Chun Yu shrank back and quickly turned to find the rope, though unease and confusion swirled in her heart.
Yun Jiu gently stroked her chin, reflecting that while some of the original owner's actions were absurd, they had unexpectedly garnered a loyal little maid. This unexpected gain could indeed be considered a good thing.
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