
A necromancer who has forgotten his true identity possesses the body of an ordinary young man and enters an unfamiliar martial arts world. With magic out of the question, will he rely on poison or acrobatic skills? As he ventures through the martial arts world, he’ll make friends, meet beautiful women, and ultimately face a choice: will he become the leader of the Martial Arts World or unify the realm? Good or evil? It all hinges on a single decision!
Chapter 47: A Reunion with Xiao Jiaojiao
After Xiaoyaozi made his arrangements, none of the three dared to object and agreed to his instructions. However, it was already midnight, and Nameless had assumed his master would let them return to Xiaoyao Valley to rest first,but to his surprise, the master had no such intention at all. He directly instructed Ake to take Nameless and Yan Miaomiao to find a place to stay in Zheng Family Village, seemingly unwilling to let them return to Xiaoyao Valley. This caused Nameless to grumble inwardly, but he dared not say anything. So the three of them simply pressed on, returning to the inn at the entrance of Zheng Family Village. Fortunately, they hadn’t checked out of their room yet, so they decided to stay there for the night. The three of them had traveled through the night, and by the time they reached the inn, the sky was just beginning to lighten. The innkeeper had just woken up and was utterly astonished to see Nameless and his group return. This time, Nameless had brought along a man and a woman—the man fair-skinned and the woman beautiful—which made the innkeeper roll his eyes repeatedly, deeply concerned about Nameless’s character. Since there were three of them, it wasn’t appropriate for them to crowd into one room. For safety’s sake, Ake and Yan Miaomiao shared a room, while Nameless stayed in another room not far away. Exhausted after a day and night of travel, all three were completely worn out and had no energy left, so they retired to their rooms early to rest. Nameless returned to his room, fell asleep immediately, and didn’t wake up until the afternoon, roused by hunger. Realizing he hadn’t eaten much all day yesterday, he got up to find the innkeeper for a meal. The innkeeper was now completely hostile toward Nameless. Nameless kept bringing different beautiful women to the inn every few days—and sometimes even men—bringing a man and a woman together. It was as if he’d turned the place into a brothel, so the innkeeper was even more reluctant to serve him. When Nameless came in to eat, the innkeeper flatly refused with a cold expression, claiming they’d run out of ingredients, that it wasn’t mealtime yet, and so on—in short, there was simply no food to be had. Nameless was turned away in humiliation and had no recourse,so he had no choice but to leave the inn and wander around, looking for a place to eat. Finally, by the lake, he found an old woman making steamed buns. Nameless put on a friendly face and begged for some, buying half a jin of buns. As he carried them back toward the inn—thinking of bringing some for Ake and Yan Miaomiao as well—he walked for a while before sensing something was off. It seemed someone was secretly following him, keeping a distance yet never quite out of sight—a highly suspicious behavior. Nameless couldn’t help but stop and look around. In the distance, near the western forest, he saw a figure moving about—it appeared to be wearing his own outer robe, leaping up and down. What was going on? Nameless decided to give chase to find out. Using the Nine Heavens Mystic Departure Technique, he gave pursuit, but the person wearing his robe—as if sensing Nameless’s approach—ran off into the distance. Nameless’s curiosity only grew, and he quickened his pursuit. Although the figure was fast, it was no match for the “Nine Heavens Mystic Separation Technique,”Before long, he closed in. Just as he was about to reach the figure from behind, Nameless instinctively felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart. Terrified, he immediately turned and ran back—for from the figure’s posture, he could tell that the person draped in his own cloak was none other than Xiao Jiaojiao, the very person whose mere sight now sent shivers down his spine. Just as Nameless was about to turn back, Xiao Jiaojiao sensed his intention. Seeing that he had taken the bait, she leaped in front of him with a flirtatious laugh, her face still radiating a charming, alluring smile, and cooed, “Hottie, don’t go!” Nameless now sees Xiao Jiaojiao as revulsive; in his eyes, she is more terrifying than a demon. “You monster, what exactly are you up to?” Nameless asked, his body stiff with tension, as he secretly cocked the spring-loaded jade pellet in his hand, ready to hurl it at any moment. “Oh my, beauty, why do you dislike me so much?” Xiao Jiaojiao swayed her body; her coquettish, alluring manner only made it even harder for Nameless to bear. “Don’t come any closer!” As Xiao Jiaojiao drew nearer, Nameless backed away step by step, raising the Mingyu pellet in his hand and aiming it at her. “If you come any closer, I’ll throw it.” Nameless’s words seemed like a threat, but they carried not a shred of intimidation. “Then come on, then. Being killed by my husband would fulfill this servant’s heart’s desire.” Xiao Jiaojiao completely ignored Nameless’s threat and drew even closer with a more wanton laugh. Seeing that Nameless couldn’t stop Xiao Jiaojiao, Nameless realized he was completely powerless against this demon before him. He decided to run—raising the Mingyu Bullet, he prepared to flee just as he had the night before. But Xiao Jiaojiao had long seen through that same trick. The moment Nameless raised his hand, she lunged at him with a brilliant, lewd grin. Startled, Nameless shuddered involuntarily—his reaction was a split second too slow. Before he knew it, Xiao Jiaojiao had thrown herself into his arms and, with a sudden flick of her finger, struck him down right where he stood. Holding the Mingyu Dan in his hand, Nameless’s heart was filled with despair. He felt utterly crushed, his pain worse than death itself. He knew that what was at stake was not just his chastity, but his very entire being; taking this step meant there would be no turning back. Nameless closed his eyes in despair, knowing he had no way to resist. He could only recall in his mind Yechacha, Shi Jingyu, Ake, and Yan Miaomiao—the normal girls who had once brought him happy memories. He even recalled the scenes of Yingyue and Xiao Yan lying on the ground, all in an effort to prevent himself from falling into a situation from which there was no return. Xiao Jiaojiao couldn’t care less about any of that. Seeing the object of her affection finally right before her eyes, her heart soared with joy. Now that there was no one like Xiaoyaozi to disturb them,she could do whatever she pleased. She couldn’t help but become instantly intrigued. Looking at the Nameless man’s fair, tender face—so smooth and delicate it seemed as if water might seep out of it, even more so than a young girl’s—he was, to Xiao Jiaojiao, a heavenly gift, a beauty capable of fulfilling all her fantasies. Facing the object of her desire, Xiao Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, pondering where to begin. Deciding to start with her favorite spot, she reached directly for Nameless’s lower body. Nameless closed his eyes tightly, sensing her movements. Despair washed over him, and he silently thought to himself, If I’d known it would come to this, I should have just given in to Yechacha back then—at least she was beautiful and normal. Xiao Jiaojiao reached directly for his lower body, but in her excitement, her hand trembled slightly, causing her to miss her mark. Instead, she touched a bulge at Nameless’s waist—it seemed to be a jade pendant. The pendant was warm and soft, fitting perfectly in her hand, and its touch sent a jolt of energy through her. The moment Xiao Jiaojiao touched the jade pendant, however, it was as if she’d been struck by electricity; she quickly pulled her hand away, leaped to the side, and looked back at Nameless in astonishment. Nameless also sensed Xiao Jiaojiao’s reaction, opened his eyes, and looked down. It turned out that the jade pendant Xiao Jiaojiao had just touched was the one Yechacha had given him before leaving; it bore the character “Ji,” and he usually kept it hanging from his waist. After jumping back, Xiao Jiaojiao looked down closely at the pendant. Once she confirmed what was inscribed on it, her expression immediately turned grim, and she asked with a hint of anxiety, “Where did you get this pendant? Do you know Yechacha?”