If Fiery Eyes had a physical form, he would definitely show a mocking expression, saying, "With your appearance, I wouldn't even take you for free."

Qinghe seemed certain of this idea, his hands protectively held to his chest, displaying a tragic resolve of preferring to die rather than live in dishonor.

She shouted angrily, "Don't even think about it!"

His facial expressions were incredibly expressive, and his acting skills were unparalleled.

Before Huoyan could even get angry, Qinghe acted first. The ring on his hand suddenly changed, and with a flick of his wrist, the long whip was lashed out at Huoyan, instantly splitting him in two.

Fire is formless. After a brief separation, it reassembles and attacks Qinghe in the next instant.

Using stones as weapons, they transformed into countless sharp swords that pierced towards Qinghe. Qinghe's figure shifted, shuttling back and forth in the stone formation. He used his spiritual power to create a barrier, shredding all the broken stones into dust. If any escaped, the sharp stone blades tore through Qinghe's clothes.

Seeing this, Fire Eye moved, its flames leaping and flying towards Qinghe. Countless flames surrounded Qinghe, the fire carrying spiritual power, suppressing Qinghe firmly within the ring of fire.

The flames were several feet high, surrounded by smoke. Qinghe felt dizzy after inhaling just a little bit. Before she fainted, she vaguely saw a red figure extinguish the flames and walk towards her.

Catch the swaying Qinghe, Qi Rong looked at her with concern: "Are you alright?"

Qinghe struggled to raise her hand and grab Qirong's sleeve, saying aggrievedly, "It...it was lustful and wanted to take my virginity. You have to help me get revenge!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Rong's face darkened. Looking at Qing He's torn clothes, she became even more furious, staring at Huo Yan as if he were a dead man.

With a wave of her hand, a ball of red fire gathered. Unlike the light of the Fire Eye, Qi Rong's fire was deep and agile, without temperature. Even Qing He, who was closest to her, could feel the chilling coldness.

With a flick of his hand, the red light shot towards Fire Eye, who seemed terrified of it and dodged it.

The last thing Qing saw before he fainted was that Huoyan was caught up by the red light and shattered in one blow, with stones scattered all over the ground.

...

The aroma of tea and flowers mingled together, creating a strange flavor.

Qinghe's sense of smell was the first thing to return. He was awakened by the pungent smell, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the curtains hanging down by the bed. His chest felt heavy, as if something was pressing down on it.

Sensing the movement, the little fox lying on her chest raised its head, glanced at her, and let out a crisp cry.

The curtain was lifted, revealing Mo Junqian.

"You're finally awake."

The curtains were hung up, and Qinghe helped herself up. Li Jiang, Shen Xun, and the others were also there.

Shen Xun was holding a bouquet of flowers of various kinds. When he saw her wake up, he walked to the bedside, shoved the flowers in front of her, and said, "Here, these are for you."

Qinghe looked at the flowers and said, "I'm not recovering from a serious illness, why are you giving me flowers?" But she still reached out and took them.

His eyes darted around, but he couldn't find any familiar faces. "How did I get back?"

Shen Xun pointed upwards: "Descending from the sky." He even gestured exaggeratedly with his hand.

Qinghe nodded and said nothing more, only stroking the fox gently.

Li Jiang suddenly spoke up: "Is there any news about the Divine Pearl?"

Qinghe shook his head: "No."

Li Jiang's expression darkened slightly: "The Mirror of Reincarnation isn't here either. It seems the Divine Pearl isn't at Imperial Mirror Manor." After pondering for a long time, he said, "It's best to leave as soon as possible."

Qinghe said, "Let's stay a few more days. The divine pearl clearly sensed something before; it wouldn't disappear for no reason."

After a moment of contemplation, Li Jiang finally agreed.

...

Two days later, the Mirror of Reincarnation reopened, and Miao'er and Yuan Xiu walked out together, one with a calm expression and the other with a delicate and shy demeanor.

Qinghe walked over and looked at her: "Why is your face so red?"

Miao'er didn't speak, her eyes fixed on Yuan Xiu, and she didn't turn back even after he had walked far away.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Qinghe made a bold guess, "You two wouldn't happen to be..."

Miao'er was immersed in her own world, unable to express her emotions. As soon as Qinghe started the conversation, she excitedly exclaimed, "Yuanxiu... he kissed me..."

Qinghe's eyelids twitched, and she glanced twice in the direction Yuanxiu had left. "Has he finally come to his senses?" He had clearly said before that he wasn't good enough for Miao'er, but in the blink of an eye, he kissed her. Ha, men.

Miao'er calmed her excited emotions. "Actually, I kissed him forcefully, and he didn't resist." She asked Qinghe for confirmation, "Does that count as him kissing me?"

Qinghe: "...That's a bit of a stretch."

Miao'er was so excited that she couldn't hear Qinghe's words at all. In the instant Qinghe hesitated, she skipped away, muttering to herself, "Yuan Xiu kissed me, Yuan Xiu kissed me..."

Qinghe watched her cheerful figure as she walked away, and sighed, "Women in love really do have zero IQ."

Just as he was about to follow, the ring on his pinky finger slipped to the ground and transformed into the image of a nine-foot-long whip the moment it hit the ground.

A magical artifact will not change or return to its original form unless commanded by its master. However, at this moment, Qinghe looked at the Great Light Mantra in his hand. Not only had it returned to its original state, but the incantation patterns on it had also lost their life, becoming a piece of rusty, worthless artifact.

Qinghe's eyes darkened slightly. The Great Light Mantra was her natal magic weapon, bound by a contract, meaning that its glory and its loss were intertwined. However, she had not felt any discomfort since waking up, nor had her spiritual power been damaged. But looking at the Great Light Mantra in her hand, she could tell that this was not the case.

Besides Huoyan, Qirong was the only other person present that day. It seems that the only way to find out what happened is to ask him.

After lingering in place for a long time, Qinghe thought of the weapon-forging skills of the Imperial Mirror Manor, hoping they could figure out the problem with the Great Light Mantra.

He casually pulled one of his disciples aside to ask about the residence of the weapon refiner at the manor, and then headed in the opposite direction from Miao'er.

The more they walked, the more familiar the surrounding scenery seemed. Qinghe tried to recall, but couldn't remember anything until he heard the sound of blacksmithing.

Isn't this the place I wandered through when I was drunk and lost that day?

The door was ajar. Qinghe stepped forward and gently pushed it open with a creak. The person inside remained focused on forging iron, not even glancing up when he heard the sound.

The man wasn't wearing an outer garment, only a white vest, similar to a modern tank top. His arms were exposed, and his muscles were well-developed. When he struck down with the hammer, he shuddered violently, and the sweat dripped into the hot water, sparking molten sparks.

Qing bowed slightly and politely asked, "Are you Senior Ji Xuan?"

The man raised an eyelid. "What is it?"

His voice was deep and somewhat hoarse.

Qinghe: "Please help me, senior." He took out the Great Light Mantra and placed it on the table. "My magic weapon is malfunctioning. Please take a look."

Ji Xuan glanced at it and said, "It's just an advancement, nothing to worry about."

Qinghe nodded: "I see. How long will it take?"

Ji Xuan: "Just looking at you."

Qinghe: "Look at me?" After saying that, she suddenly remembered that she had shown signs of a breakthrough in her cultivation in the back mountain, but she forcibly suppressed it. However, she forgot that the Great Light Mantra would also advance as her strength increased.

Knowing the reason, Qinghe did not leave immediately, but asked, "Suwen Manor is renowned for its weapon crafting. I wonder if my magic weapon also came from here?"

Ji Xuan placed the heated iron into cold water to cool it, and a hissing sound echoed in the room. "No."

Qinghe said "Oh" and was about to speak again when Ji Xuan said, "Although it's not my work, I do recognize the patterns on it."

Qinghe adopted a posture of listening attentively.

Ji Xuan looked at her: "The Way of Heartlessness."