Chapter 509 Injured

Yun Qingqing decisively asked the sky for advice.

The previous few times she asked for the divination from the sky, she always encountered backlash. Not only because her own cultivation level was not high enough, but the more important reason was that there was a shocking secret hidden behind the divination.

So later on, she concentrated on improving her strength and would not touch the Heavenly Questioning Hexagram unless it was necessary.

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

The hexagram opened, the sky plate began to rotate faster, the arrangement of the array patterns changed in light and shadow, and something faintly appeared in the flowing light.

Yun Qingqing concentrated her attention, with spiritual light flowing through her fingertips as she gently moved the celestial plate.

A ball of light gradually condensed from the sky disk, getting bigger and bigger, and closer and closer.

Yun Qingqing stared at the ball of light vigilantly, but did not stop observing the hexagrams nor did she look away.

The ball of light approached, and the light and shadow inside kept changing. Suddenly, a picture flashed by, and Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly.

It looked like a huge snake, but it had horns on its head and shiny black scales on its body.

Black dragon.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yun Qingqing's eyes, but the image flashed by and disappeared.

When she wanted to ask more in-depth questions, she felt a huge pressure and realized that she couldn't go any deeper.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to end the Questioning Heaven Hexagram, her spiritual sense suddenly fell on a small ball of light next to her. She summoned it to her eyes, and her expression suddenly changed slightly.

This ball of light is the variable in this hexagram.

But inside she saw a jade tree that was completely cold and white.

"Qingqing! Are you okay?"

Yun Qingqing exited the interior scene and opened her eyes, only to see Zhiluo coming to her side and looking at her cautiously.

Youya, Qingjue and Pu Yang were also watching her. Bai Cong was sitting opposite her, rubbing his head, looking a little dizzy.

Seeing her open her eyes, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhiluo took out a handkerchief to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead and asked:

"Luckily you didn't suffer any backlash this time, but I was so worried... What was the result?"

“…There are results.”

Yun Qingqing took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her face, then stood up with a complicated expression:

"The members of the Rat Tribe are fine, they are just temporarily trapped in the domain left behind by the ancient great demon."

Bai Cong finally felt relieved after hearing this, and quickly asked:

"Then, Master, is there any way to rescue them?"

Yun Qingqing nodded and looked at Youya:

"Come with me to Baiyue Mountain. If nothing goes wrong, you may be able to practice physical training there."

Youya nodded thoughtfully:

"good."

Yun Qingqing handed him and Bai Cong a magic talisman each:

"I need to go back to the palace. You guys go first and we'll meet up later."

Zhiluo and Qingjue returned to Tianming Pavilion, Pu Yang returned to the village, and Yun Qingqing returned to the palace alone.

She originally planned to go directly to Xiao Changheng's courtyard, but as soon as she entered the palace, she paused and walked towards her own courtyard instead.

From a long distance away from the courtyard gate, you can hear the sound of fighting coming from inside.

Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes and walked over quickly.

Inside the courtyard, a girl in a pink skirt was holding a long sword and using fierce moves. She was fighting fiercely with Xiao Changheng who was holding a black jade long knife.

The girl was the seventh disciple of Shuihua Sect, Murong Fuxue.

There were two people standing at the edge of the yard watching the fight. One of them was wearing a blue dress and had a gentle face. It was Wen Muyan, the eldest disciple of Shuihua Sect.

The other one was dressed in neat black clothes and black boots, with his black hair tied up high. He had an outstanding face with a bit of heroic spirit. He was Yan Yan, the second disciple of Shuihua Sect who had fought with Xiao Changheng before.

Yun Qingqing frowned and walked into the yard.

“What is this doing?”

"Master!" Wen Muyan and Yan Yan saw her and immediately stepped forward to salute.

Xiao Changheng was in the middle of a fight when he suddenly heard Yun Qingqing's voice with a hint of coldness. He was distracted slightly and dodged a little slowly.

Murong Fuxue screamed:

"careful!"

She immediately withdrew her sword, but the tip of the sword still pierced a little into Xiao Changheng's shoulder.

"Junior brother, why don't you dodge? Even if you can't dodge, don't you have armor? Why don't you use it!" Murong Fuxue took a breath.

As she said that, she threw the sword to the ground and rushed over to check Xiao Changheng's wound.

However, Yun Qingqing, who was across half the yard, teleported to Xiao Changheng first, grabbed him, and teleported into the room.

Murong Fuxue was startled, and after she reacted, she immediately wanted to follow, but was suddenly blocked by a barrier and almost hit her nose.

She stood outside the door in a daze.

When Wen Muyan and Yan Yan came over, they saw Murong Fuxue slowly turning around, her eyes slightly red, and she squatted down with a helpless look on her face, hugging her knees in frustration.

"What should I do? I hurt my junior brother..."

Wen Muyan and Yan Yan came back to their senses and looked at each other in surprise.

Yan Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and said:

"When Junior Brother was still learning in the sect, you always caused trouble for him and got him hurt more than once, right? Why do you feel guilty only now?"

Murong Fuxue's face fell even more, he lowered his head, and said in an extremely depressed voice:

"At that time, he was just a junior fellow apprentice... But now he is... He is now the husband of the chief sect leader! If I hurt him, wouldn't it be a big disaster..."

"The chief sect leader is obviously angry, right? She's angry, what should I do..."

Yan Yan was speechless:

"You just remembered it? What were you thinking about when you had to pester him to compete when you came to do something?"

Wen Muyan was silent for a moment, then squatted down and patted Murong Fuxue on the back, speaking in a gentle voice:

“Good.”

Murong Fuxue raised her head and looked at him with red eyes:

"Master Sister...?"

Wen Muyan smiled gently and touched her head:

"You should learn your lesson this time."

Murong Fuxue:......

You shouldn't have any expectations of the scheming senior sister!

In Yun Qingqing's room.

As soon as she entered the room, she raised her hand and created a barrier, isolating everything from the outside world, including the sound.

Before Xiao Changheng could react, she pushed him down on the chair.

He was slightly stunned, and a pill was already handed to his lips, emitting a refreshing and intoxicating fragrance.

"I ate it." Yun Qingqing looked at him expressionlessly.

Xiao Changheng was silent for a moment, then reached out to take the pill and put it into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth and went down his throat into his body. He felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones, and the pain from the sword wound on his shoulder was immediately relieved.

Yun Qingqing reached out and pulled open his collar, revealing his shoulders.

Xiao Changheng's body stiffened and he held her hand.

"Don't move." Yun Qingqing frowned and spoke in a slightly cold voice.

Xiao Changheng looked at her expression, silently withdrew his hand, and let her treat the wound.

Yun Qingqing took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the blood around the wound. Her fingertips glowed with light and she gathered spiritual power and applied it to the wound.

The wound soon became itchy and numb. Xiao Changheng's cold brows frowned slightly, and then he lowered his eyes and no longer reacted.

Yun Qingqing seemed to be concentrating on healing her wounds, but suddenly spoke:

"Why are they here? Did they come here just to see you?"