Sins of the Past, Holding One's Head High, the Five Sects Seek an Alliance, Leaving the Dragonheart Acupoint

After being simmered in secrecy for several thousand years, the medicinal soup's properties had fully brewed, producing countless wondrous effects. It could strengthen the body and spirit, nourish the five organs, toughen the skin, harmonize yin and yang, prolong life, and fortify one's constitution. Thick, majestic purple mist drifted through the air, tinting their faces faintly red and violet. Jade bricks, crimson tiles, fine porcelain, and famous vessels surrounded them; the murmur of flowing water filled their ears. The scenery was beyond reproach, tranquil and secluded, with no one to disturb them.

It did not resemble a tomb at all, but rather one of the Worry-Relieving Chambers deep within the Worry-Relieving Tower. Its beauty seemed neither earthly nor heavenly, and its pleasure shut out all matters and things beyond it. Wen Caishang's moods had always been fickle. In the past, to tame her husband, she often used swords and whips to spur him on—punishing him when angry and punishing him when pleased, injuring his flesh besides making him practice the "Heart-Wrenching Sword," whose agony was unbearable. She had held an exalted status since childhood and was always impeccable in etiquette. Even when she butchered flesh and blood or took lives, she would still maintain a few proper words, carrying herself with refined grace. Scolding, losing composure, panicking... such things were even harder to see in her.

Yet sins committed in the past had to be repaid today. Li Xian had no need to stab her with a sword, but he thought, Things have come this far. If I do not hold my head high for once, would that not make Madam even more overbearing? Today, I'll collect the interest first. Once I surpass Madam in the future, I'll demand the principal as well. He seized Wen Caishang.

Wen Caishang's ankle