Longevity: From Being Pushed By The Witch

Main Hall of Tianlei.

The air was filled with the vibrant atmosphere of spring, next to a waterfall in the back mountain where birds chirped and flowers bloomed...

Dressed in a white gauze dress, Luo Qinghan sat on a stone, meditating and adjusting her breath.

Her hands were folded in her lower abdomen, palms facing each other, thumbs lightly touching the slight bulge. Her whole body was wrapped in slender purple arcs that resembled swimming dragons.

As time passed...

Behind her, thunder beads the size of eggs began to condense.

One...

Two...

Three...

...

Until the eighth bead was fully formed, about to condense the ninth... a familiar golden birdcage suddenly appeared in her sea of consciousness.

Luo Qinghan, who was practicing the Thunder Scripture, furrowed her eyebrows slightly. A cold and displeased expression appeared on her originally calm and fair face.

Knowing the tricks of the golden birdcage, she hesitated almost none at all and quickly dissipated the already condensed thunder beads.

As expected...

In the instant the eight thunder beads and the purple arcs on her body dissipated, the birdcage in her sea of consciousness suddenly expanded.

Before she could resist, the once picturesque waterfall, pool, green stones, and the lush small mountain in the distance had already become blurry and distorted.

The familiar old wooden house faintly appeared, its fan frequency increasing.

As time passed, the originally somewhat illusory scenes became clear and real at this moment.

However, just when she thought it would be the same as usual, waiting for Ji Boying to return and then engaging in a battle led by herself...

A loud bang came from behind her.

She turned around in confusion, only to see two doors full of age and almost decayed being kicked open forcefully.

The swinging doors emitted a mournful and painful groan.

Ji Boying, dressed in a black brocade robe, was now holding a half-empty bottle of strong liquor. He leaned against the door frame, hunching his body and resting one leg on the threshold.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with dense blood vessels. He breathed heavily, with a lot of alcohol on his chin and clothes.

The indoor and outdoor air flowed, bringing a strong and pungent smell of alcohol.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qinghan was momentarily stunned.

This scene seemed to be very different from before.

Just as she was thinking, stumbling footsteps could already be heard coming from the door.

Luo Qinghan could see that "herself" was retreating, heart pounding faster, seemingly filled with intense unease and... fear?

What was going on?

Based on the scenes in the past illusions, "herself" should be close to the Nascent Soul stage, while Ji Boying was just a Qi Refining cultivator at the third level. Even if he took the path of Body Refining, he would still be at the lowest Meridian Opening Realm.

Why would she be so afraid?

Although Luo Qinghan could resonate and empathize with this body, she had no autonomy.

Therefore...

At this moment, she simply couldn't understand why a Nascent Soul True Immortal would fear a small Qi Refining cultivator.

"You... come here!"

A hoarse and deep voice rolled out of Ji Boying's throat.

He slightly lifted his head, his eyes staring at Luo Qinghan like a fierce beast staring at its prey.

After hearing Ji Boying's words, Luo Qinghan subconsciously took a few steps back.

However...

In the cramped and small room, with a total distance of only about ten steps, after being forced back by Ji Boying once again, Luo Qinghan had already retreated to the edge of the bed. With a stumble, she fell onto the already "dying" old bed.

Luo Qinghan furrowed her eyebrows tightly. The scene in front of her was far beyond her expectations. If she didn't see "herself" still wearing that purple dress and the five circles of purple-golden rings on her wrist, she would even suspect that the protagonist of this time had changed.

Or...

Ji Boying found an easy target and wanted to stage a scene of a drunkard's forceful seizure...

No, it should be a scene of domestic violence by a drunkard!

It must be said that a woman's sixth sense has always been accurate.

Just as Luo Qinghan had this thought, Ji Boying, like a wild beast, approached with heavy steps!

He slammed the wine jar heavily on the table.

In just three or four steps, he was already in front of Luo Qinghan.

"Don't understand what I'm saying?!"

Ji Boying let out a low roar and directly pulled Luo Qinghan up from the bed, his face twisted with a terrifying smile, and he roared,

"Hehehe..."

"When you forced me to sign the master-servant contract back then, did you ever think it would come to this?!"

Master-servant contract?

Upon hearing these four words, Luo Qinghan, in a state of trance, couldn't help but flicker slightly.

Immediately after, Ji Boying threw Luo Qinghan onto the table, lifted the porcelain jar with remaining alcohol, and let the liquid pour down on Luo Qinghan's face...

Seeing Luo Qinghan's painful and miserable appearance, Ji Boying couldn't help but burst into a maniacal laughter.

In a short while, he saw the convergence of his blood and spiritual energy in his hand, grabbed Luo Qinghan's collar, and forcefully pulled it down.

The next moment...

The originally majestic and luxurious purple robe instantly became tattered, revealing a bit of provocative charm.

Ji Boying, who had already achieved some proficiency in swordsmanship, naturally had unparalleled speed in drawing his sword.

Coupled with his deep understanding of horsemanship, even on this undulating grassland, he could still gallop freely in any direction.

The long-neglected wooden table protested sharply under Ji Boying's violent force.

But...

How could Ji Boying feel sorry for this old and dilapidated table?

Holding the reins, waving the whip, he rode even more wildly.

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The steed galloped on the grassland for several hours, until its tracks covered every corner, before hesitating back and forth in the dense forest covered in glistening dew, with foam flying...

Luo Qinghan, trapped in this world, had an unprecedented coldness on her beautiful face!

Especially her eyes, cold as blades, as if they could cut people at any moment!

In the past, she could tolerate being forced into a fight!

But this time, he actually dared to turn the tables!

Not only did he turn the tables, but he also acted so audaciously and took advantage of the situation!

For a moment, she really wanted to "cut off" Ji Boying.

But...

This was still an illusion, and it was uncertain whether Ji Boying himself had experienced it.

She couldn't find a suitable reason to "cut off" Ji Boying.

Moreover...

Even if she really did it, it might not necessarily be effective.

Looking at this beastly person panting on top of her, Luo Qinghan felt both angry and helpless.

She still couldn't understand why "she" couldn't resist Ji Boying!

As a Nascent Soul True Immortal, even with many restraints and constraints, she shouldn't be manipulated by a mere Qi Refining cultivator, right?!

Could it be...

The original owner of this body had some special preferences?

Just as she was thinking this...

Ji Boying on the other side couldn't help but roll his throat.

Those few hours just now...

Were truly too thrilling... oh no, too horrifying!

He actually did that to Nangong Wan!

Was this something he could do?!

With the master-servant contract in place, as long as he slightly overstepped certain things, he might be killed by the other party with a single sword.

Moreover...

Nangong Wan was at least a Nascent Soul True Immortal, while he was just a lowly Qi Refining cultivator. How could he achieve a counter-kill?

Buzz...

Just as Ji Boying was puzzled...

That golden light appeared again.

The wooden house in front of him began to slowly dissipate.

In its place, the familiar golden birdcage appeared.

Inside the birdcage, Luo Qinghan was kneeling on the ground wearing the Queen of Elves' attire, her hands bound high by vines...