Having personally experienced the magic of this hand seal, Mu Hanyan was reluctant to waste any more time. After a quick wash, she hurried to the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce. Xi'er then ran after her with a large bag of breakfast, stuffing it into Mu Hanyan's arms and urging him to finish it before letting her go.

Mu Hanyan opened the bag as she walked along. Inside the oil-paper bag, there were four steamed buns, six steamed dumplings, two chicken legs, a pair of chicken wings, and two steamed buns. Mu Hanyan felt a little embarrassed. Although she had a certain obsession with food due to her past life, she wasn't as obsessed with it as Wenren Qingqiu. So much, and yet she had to finish it all? Did Xier treat herself like a pig? It would be better to marry this girl off quickly. Let her abuse her husband and raise him like a pig.

Mu Hanyan chewed on a bun while pondering, hadn't Qu Shanling's master said he'd die around forty-five? Around forty-five, was that above or below, and how much above or below?

Now, not to mention that Qu Shanling himself is afraid of death, Mu Hanyan is even more afraid of his death. Only if she learns all the hand seals as soon as possible can she feel at ease.

Thus, under the "concern" of the great playboy Mu, Master Qu's tragic fate continued, becoming more tragic with each passing day. He vomited blood, and even Mu Nan and Hua Yue couldn't bear to watch. The two young disciples were even more heartbroken, their eyes never dry with tears. But their master was content to accept Mu Hanyan's abuse, without complaint.

However, what surprised everyone was that Master Qu vomited blood every day, but he could always hold on tenaciously. He was obviously out of breath, but when he saw the roasted pig being carried over, he immediately came back to life, pounced on it and started to bite it fiercely. Moreover, his eyes became brighter and deeper, giving people a feeling that they were unfathomable.

If he didn't vomit blood every day, just looking at these eyes would make people feel the mystery and transcendence of a generation of astrology masters.

Qu Shanling's blood was not in vain. The tome of Xinghuan Qianji Jue was becoming thinner and thinner. Mu Hanyan's hand seals that coordinated with the technique were becoming more and more complete. The ancestral Tianxin technique was becoming more and more perfect, and her cultivation speed was also increasing. Old Qu was also becoming more energetic, and he ate more and more pig legs every day. This made Mu Hanyan feel strange. Isn't it said that what you eat nourishes what you nourish? After the old charlatan vomited so much blood, shouldn't he drink pig blood soup to nourish himself? When did chewing pig legs also replenish blood?

That day, Mu Hanyan was contentedly torturing the old charlatan and was walking back to the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing a walnut vendor on the roadside, Mu Hanyan bought a few pounds of walnuts and carried them with her, crushing them as she walked and stuffing them into her arms.

Xinghuan Qianji still opened a black hole and sucked it in with satisfaction.

Just behind Mu Hanyan, at the street corner far away, a pair of vicious eyes were staring at him.

"Mu Hanyan, one day, I will make you live a life worse than death, I definitely will! And Mu Nan, I will never let him go." Miss Zhao Si pinched the corner of her clothes tightly and swore with gritted teeth.

She was almost scared to death by Mu Hanyan that morning, and unfortunately her clothes were torn off again. It took her two hours to come to her senses after she returned home. She was so angry that she almost went crazy.

To be honest, she and Mu Hanyan had known each other since childhood, and they had been enemies since childhood. Even though she didn't dare to go too far for the sake of the City Lord's Mansion, she had always had the upper hand for so many years. The last time she used a little trick, it made Mu Hanyan so anxious and angry that she fainted on the spot.

But recently...

She was so unlucky because of Mu Hanyan!