Chapter 19: A Lesson

Since Hua Changxi helped Du Ruo haul medicinal herbs to the Second Bureau every day, Du Ruo turned a blind eye to her habit of waking up late and chose not to pursue it.

Consequently, Hua Changxi’s days at the Service Hall settled into a routine. She would rise at nine in the morning, head to the storage warehouse to collect dozens of medicinal herbs from Yu Gui, and return to the Sixth Bureau to wash them. After finishing her quota of five hundred herbs in the afternoon, she would first report to the Second Bureau and then help Du Ruo haul his supplies. By seven in the evening, she would be in bed, right on schedule.

Ye Lusheng had already convinced himself that it was Shen Yun’s ruthless schemes that had led to him being punished by family law. Now, with this latest incident, he felt even greater revulsion toward her and grew increasingly cold and distant.

Shen Nong expressed deep respect and admiration for the Holy Mother’s willingness to humble herself and ask questions of those below her, and his initially reserved demeanor instantly relaxed.

The person who stole the item from under the pillow must belong to a different sect than the one who abducted Murong Xiaoyue; otherwise, there would be no reason to perform such a redundant act. Once the object was in hand, why would they risk offending a powerful sect? It made no sense logically or reasonably.

Several evil spirits shrieked as they clashed with the two generals, but how could they possibly be a match for them? Within a few moves, they were beaten into howling retreats, fleeing toward the outside of the camp.

Mo Fan stopped steadily at the entrance of the Dongsheng Sect. The mechanical beasts merely glanced at him before ignoring him entirely.

“I can help you, but you must tell me once you find the Buddha,” Meng Fan said, his voice thick with murderous intent.

“I must go now. I have obtained what I came for, and I have things to do.” With that, her figure vanished into the sunset.

Ouyang Xueying said, “Just find an opportunity to unleash your most lethal strike. Rise!” She soared into the air once more, charging toward Chiyou’s head.

Su Tianqi felt his vision blur, and the next moment his body made intimate contact with the ground. Fortunately, as a Great Circle stage cultivator of the Soul Formation realm, his physical body possessed some resilience, but the sense of humiliation made him grit his teeth in hatred.

Facing such a hauntingly beautiful sword strike, Tang Zhan remained completely composed. He understood that he could not panic or lose focus. Everything he did now was to buy time for Ji Kongshou. It was precisely because he held a resolve to die that he possessed this near-transcendental calmness at this moment.

He felt utterly stifled, but there was nothing to be done. His strength was inferior to his opponent’s; even though he was a Sage of Chaos and the other was merely a Sub-Sage, he still could not move.

Seeing Luo Qingyin and Di Jiuye about to leave as if no one else were present, he suddenly snapped out of his stupor and followed closely behind, showing every intention of sticking by her side.

At this moment, the golden light shrouding the life-soul dimmed at Murong Luo’s concession. The black cloud opened a massive maw and swallowed the life-soul, which resembled a golden lotus seed, in one gulp.

Qiu Jinghao pursed her lips, reviewing the details of the past three days with Mu Ziqian. Finding no flaws in his behavior, she mocked herself inwardly; it seemed her professional standards had been surpassed by Mu Ziqian once again.

“I felt a sudden chill throughout my body just now, and I had no strength at all. Could it be that I’ve been poisoned?” An Longsheng asked.

Gu Xijue withdrew his hand, and Mu Yuhua’s life-wheel instantly returned to her own body.

Thus, even in the depths of winter, the place remained vibrant with spring, filled with lush, verdant flowers and plants everywhere.

After only a moment, the two saw a graceful, beautiful fairy in white standing on the mountaintop. Five years had passed, and the changes in Lan Zimo were truly significant. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, shining with a moist luster, and her features were more defined and exquisite. At a glance, she seemed like a warm, luminous entity, making one unable to help but feel close to her and fond of her.

He recalled what Tian Lingyun had said downstairs earlier—that she harbored deep-seated anxieties she refused to voice, bottling all the pressure inside. If this continued, she would easily fall ill.

After laying the Beautiful Jade King to rest, although Qiu Ge was grief-stricken, he found comfort in knowing that the Beautiful Jade King had been at peace when he departed. Every day, he simply followed Wang Chongyang in the Zhou household to study and listen to lectures, strictly adhering to the instructions the Beautiful Jade King had left for him.