Chapter Fourteen: With My Core Meridians Damaged, How Could I Dare?

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Chonghua Palace
Inside the Grand Hall

The celestial youth stood atop a raised platform, gripping a long spear of ice, shouting, "Who goes there?"

The little bundle was quite frightened by the display; the joyful expression she had just shown vanished completely. "I... I am..."

"I, Lanqing, pay respects to Your Highness Yuheng." The immortal lord Lanqing, who had brought her here, calmly bowed in the grand hall, paying no mind to her unease and fear.

"Rise." Seated high above, Yuheng's expression was serene yet aloof. Clad in a pure, spotless white robe and adorned with a jade hairpin shaped like an orchid, his handsome and dignified features, along with his unique and refined aura, made him stand out as the sole embodiment of nobility and restraint among all present.

"Are you really Yan Yi’s daughter?"

Miaoyuan lowered her small head obediently, nodding. "Yes, I am called Miaoyuan."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen thousand years."

"And your cultivation level?"

"Not yet eighteen thousand years."

"Oh?" This piqued Yuheng’s interest. He leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing her as he asked, "Why is that?"

"I... I..." The little bundle stammered in explanation, "When I was young, my cultivation advanced rather quickly, so now my cultivation and magical techniques have somewhat stalled."

"Hahaha, that’s a first," the surrounding celestial lords chuckled, some showing a rare smile as they glanced at the little pink bundle.

Surely it wasn’t that her cultivation actually advanced rapidly when she was young but now stalled. More likely, she just wasn’t cultivating, being mischievous instead.

Besides, when one is young and ignorant, how could one properly cultivate?

Moreover, she currently appeared as a small child. How young was she back then? Could it be that she was cultivating while still swaddled in a cradle?

Hahaha, this little child truly was amusing.

Yet Yuheng did not laugh. Instead, he wore a contemplative expression, carefully examining her small form. "Because your cultivation has stagnated, your physical form remains that of a child at ten thousand years?"

"Yes," the little bundle nodded obediently, looking at him with surprise. "You can tell?"

Her current short, small form was because her cultivation had stalled, preventing her from growing and transforming into the adult human form.

At these words, all the celestial lords present fell silent, their laughter abruptly ceasing.

So it was true—this little bundle’s cultivation was indeed stagnant.

Yuheng rose, gently raising his hand. A warm, golden light flowed from his palm, approaching the little bundle.

She stood still, allowing the golden warmth to pass through her body, carefully scanning from top to bottom.

She could clearly feel the warm current passing through her chest, reaching her heart source.

In an instant, the warmth penetrated her heart root, traversing her internal organs, spirit roots, and meridian passages, leaving behind a soothing, healing sensation of comfort.

"Your Highness?" Lanqing was puzzled, not understanding why Yuheng would treat this little ghost child, as if to heal her.

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"Your root vein is indeed damaged." Yuheng withdrew his technique and lowered his hand.

The little bundle looked up in surprise. "Root vein? Why not my cultivation or magical techniques?"

"I suspect this is a consequence of the blood spirit you consumed when you first formed your divine meridian."

"What should I do to cultivate again?"

"There are two ways."

"Please, Immortal Lord, instruct me." The little bundle obediently bowed deeply, rendering the highest courtesy of the ghost clan toward him.

There was no choice; to break through her eighteen-thousand-year cultivation barrier, she had to humble herself.

Yuheng smiled softly, unsure whether he was amused by her cleverness or by this little pink bundle’s rebellious spirit, which ran contrary to her father’s wishes.

"It's simple. Since your root vein was damaged by that blood spirit, finding another blood spirit to cultivate with will naturally repair the defect."

Another blood spirit?!

Ordinary people take ages to find a blood spirit, and it’s never easy to obtain one. Even for high-level celestial lords like them, finding a blood spirit is no easier than for ordinary folk.

How could a tiny ghost child possibly have access to two of the most precious and rare blood spirits?

There’s no such good fortune in the world.

Yet they did not know that tucked in the little bundle’s qiankun pouch was a blood spirit pearl that the world went mad over.

"Such a pity..." Yuheng shook his head and turned away.

"What is the pity?" The little bundle didn’t understand and asked straightforwardly, unaware this was a celestial hall, not the ghost clan’s underworld.

"A pity because my hall once housed a noble blood spirit pearl flower."

"But now, it has been stolen..."

"Stolen?" The little bundle lowered her head, her small hand unconsciously touching her qiankun pouch.

Could it be that the very one in her hand belonged to His Highness Yuheng?

No, no, no, that’s impossible—it belonged to that sinful immortal, not Yuheng.

It must not be his.

"There is another way," Yuheng turned back, feeling a certain fondness for the little one, generously sharing another method with her.

"There is a place of extreme cold and ice beneath Snow Edge Mountain in the demon realm. If you find a snow lotus pearl there, it can also neutralize the residual fiery essence left by the blood spirit within you."

"Extreme cold and ice?" The little bundle clenched her fists tightly; that was exactly the place she was about to go.

In her mind, she recalled what the sinful immortal had said that night:

"What is his name? Where does he live? Which clan is he from?"

"His name is Han Mo, living in the land of extreme cold, a member of the demon clan."

Demon clan...

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"Will you dare to go?" Yuheng glanced at her small arms and legs, doubting she would be brave enough to venture into the demon realm to seek this medicinal flower.

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" The little bundle snorted twice, not afraid at all. It was just an extremely cold land—she would simply go.

"Oh? You really dare to go?"

"Of course."

"Aren’t you afraid your father..."

The little bundle suddenly stopped speaking, her eyes flickering with avoidance. She lowered her head and retorted, "Father will allow me to go."

"Is that so?" Yuheng smiled faintly, his demeanor more scholarly and amiable.

Miaoyuan nodded firmly. "Yes! Father said no matter who or what it is, as long as it can help me cultivate, he will permit it!"

"Even if it’s a person or even a thing?"

"Well..." The little bundle looked up at him, unsure how to respond.

What did he mean?

What kind of person? What kind of thing?

Yuheng did not press her further. He waved his hand and said, "Escort her out."

"Your Highness?!" Lanqing was even more puzzled. Letting this little ghost child come here without punishment was one thing, but giving her two solutions and revealing the snow lotus flower’s location was another.

He was increasingly baffled by his lord’s way of handling matters.

"Escort her out." Yuheng’s tone grew decisive and commanding, leaving no room for refusal or argument.

"Yes, I understand." Lanqing flicked his sleeve and, without attending to the little bundle, exited the hall first.

Miaoyuan bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Immortal Lord. When I return, I will surely inform my father."

"No need to tell him." Yuheng said, "I only told you out of kindness for your adorable nature, not because of Yan Yi."

"Very well, then... I shall take my leave."

The celestial lords smiled kindly at Miaoyuan, saying, "Little Highness, come play again next time."

Miaoyuan turned and ran off. "No thanks."

This place was not suitable for her; she would not come back.

"Hahaha..." The celestial lords behind her laughed heartily.

This ghost clan of the underworld had indeed produced a soft and innocent little ghost, quite unlike Lord Yan.