seal

Inside the room, Wen Zheng brewed some tea and handed it to Xiao Ze, asking, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered sneaking into the inner gate?"

The moment she saw Xiao Ze, she thought she had been in seclusion for too long and her eyes were playing tricks on her.

"The situation was urgent, and I was forced into it." Xiao Ze took a sip of warm tea and rubbed his arms.

The wind and snow on Aoxue Peak were too heavy. He dared not use his demonic power when he went up the mountain, for fear of being discovered. He didn't have any warm clothes in his storage bag and almost froze to death.

Wen Zheng raised an eyebrow: "What happened?"

Xiao Ze paused for a moment, seemingly considering whether to speak. Ripples spread across the teacup as he flicked his wrist, his reflection showing a conflicted expression.

Sensing his desire to hide something, Wen Zheng changed the subject, "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you."

The other party provided considerable assistance with the talismans, and Wen Zheng was happy to help.

Xiao Ze looked up and met Wen Zheng's sincere gaze. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I have a clansman in the Zhuxian Sect. I tracked down his trail on Aoxue Peak."

He didn't explain himself clearly, only giving a general outline.

Wen Zheng roughly understood what he meant. He meant that he came to Aoxue Peak to find someone, but only she and Mu Qing lived on Aoxue Peak. She had been in seclusion for many days and knew very little about the outside world, but she could sense that there was no one else on Aoxue Peak.

"I'm sorry, I've been in seclusion recently and am not very clear about the situation at Ao Xue Peak."

After Wen Zheng finished speaking apologetically, she poured him more tea.

Xiao Ze: "The aura on Aoxue Peak is very faint. He probably just took a quick look around here and left."

Hua Rong is a fast runner; she probably knew he was coming and secretly hid to avoid him.

However, we can put the search for the person aside for now; Wen Zheng's aura seems off.

Seeing that Xiao Ze kept staring at her, Wen Zheng wiped her face and asked, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, your breathing is very disordered," Xiao Ze said. He had seen people who practiced fast-paced techniques, and Wen Zheng's breathing was much more disordered than theirs.

Wen Zheng looked at herself and asked hesitantly, "You mean your cultivation level, right?"

During her seclusion, she used a lot of things that others had thrown outside her door, and her cultivation level did indeed increase rapidly. It was precisely because it was too fast that her cultivation level became unstable.

"Almost." Xiao Ze nodded and extended a hand. "I'll help you this once. Put your hand on my hand."

Wen Zheng gently placed her large, fair palm on top of Wen Zheng's hand. As their palms overlapped, a surge of spiritual energy flowed into her dantian.

Xiao Ze tentatively circled Wen Zheng's dantian and discovered threads left by the ghost clan corpse sculptor on her meridians. The threads, formed from black ghost energy, interfered with the surrounding spiritual power, but this was not the cause of the spiritual power surge.

He continued his investigation and found a seal in his dantian, tightly bound to it like a chain. A lot of spiritual energy was absorbed by the chain, which reinforced the seal.

Xiao Ze withdrew his hand and looked at Wen Zheng with a complicated expression. The seal in his dantian was extremely complex and could not be completed by an ordinary person.

Looking at Wen Zheng's impoverished house and simple clothes, he cautiously asked, "Something's wrong with your dantian."

"What?!" Wen Zheng opened her eyes in shock, staring blankly at him. "Is there something wrong with my dantian?"

Her questioning tone carried a hint of certainty; Wen Zheng began to doubt the original owner of this body and herself. She was just too unlucky.

“There is a seal in your dantian, which is difficult to remove,” Xiao Ze said. “I have only seen this seal in ancient records, but I have examined your physique and you are not even a hundred years old.”

It shouldn't be an ancient demon that escaped from its seal.

Wen Zheng sighed deeply, and without even asking the name of the sealing array, she directly inquired, "Is there a quick solution? One that won't harm your body?"

She's currently suffering from amnesia, so thinking about it is pointless; it's better to just solve the problem directly.

Xiao Ze: "Yes, my clan has a way, but the Zhuxian Sect does not allow its disciples to travel far at will, so you probably can't go."

Wen Zheng waved her hand, "It's okay, I'll leave a note and secretly go with you."

She had no choice but to go. Lately, she had been feeling restless and had a sense of urgency. She needed to break the seal as soon as possible.

“That works.” Xiao Ze thought for a moment and agreed, “but I have to wait until I find my people.”

Wen Zheng nodded: "Okay, but I'll ask around in the sect if anyone knows what names your clansmen teach you."

"Floral velvet".

Wen Zheng: "..."

The name sounded so familiar. Just as she was about to speak, the door was kicked open.

Fifteen minutes ago.

Halfway there, Mu Qing remembered that she had forgotten something, so she turned back and found a clump of white hair that had fallen at the foot of a tree at the foot of the mountain. It was very new and looked like animal fur.

Mount Aoxue is perpetually covered in ice and snow, extremely cold, and devoid of any living creatures. The sudden appearance of this tuft of fur was quite unexpected, and Mu Qing even sensed a demonic power emanating from it.

Mu Qing coldly glanced at the mountain path and started climbing as fast as she could.

New demons have infiltrated, and Wen Zheng, who is in seclusion on Aoxue Peak, is no match for them.

He quickly climbed to the top of the mountain. The silent wind and snow blew, and the howling of the north wind reached his ears. Mu Qing stood quietly for a while, and when he heard voices coming from Wen Zheng's room, he kicked the door open.

Wen Zheng stared in astonishment at his raised foot, then at the shattered wooden door lying on the ground, and glared at him angrily, "Pay up!"

The house was already dilapidated, and now that the door is completely broken, it's even worse.

Mu Qing locked her gaze on Xiao Ze, drew her sword, and pointed it at him, "Demon race."

He swung his sword forward, and Xiao Ze, holding a teacup, seemed to be startled and stood frozen in place without dodging. Wen Zheng quickly threw out a Vajra Talisman to block the sword.

"Don't be impulsive!" Wen Zheng stepped between the two and shouted to Mu Qing, "This is my friend. I invited him here for tea and a chat."

Before kicking down the door, Wen Zheng had already clearly heard Hua Rong's name. Combining this with what Xiao Ze had said before, she had already guessed that Xiao Ze was a demon.

Not long ago, the demon race burned down Mu Qing's house on Aoxue Peak. Now another one has appeared. If Wen Zheng doesn't help cover it up, Xiao Ze will surely die today.

Xiao Ze snorted coldly, sheathed his sword, and looked at him with hostility: "You've only been at the Zhuxian Sect for such a short time, and you already know people from the demon race?"

He didn't believe Wen Zheng's story and stopped only to see what kind of lies she could come up with.

Xiao Ze stood behind Wen Zheng, slowly lowering the claws hidden in his sleeves, and gave Mu Qing a deep look.

Both sides calmed down, and Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. She poured tea for Mu Qing as well, and wisps of white smoke rose up as the warmth of the hot tea spread from her palms.

Mu Qing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and immediately looked at Wen Zheng: "Why isn't my tea as hot as his?"

The obviously nitpicking tone startled Wen Zheng. She looked at the tea in their cups but couldn't see any difference.

She ignored Mu Qing's words and began to explain: "I met this demon friend at the market. He bought my talisman, we chatted and became friends."

After Wen Zheng finished speaking, she looked at Mu Qing. She was telling the truth and wasn't afraid of Mu Qing asking questions.

"Is that so?" Mu Qing glanced coldly at Xiao Ze and asked, "What is your relationship with Hua Rong?"

He asked the crucial question, and Wen Zheng didn't know how to answer, so she sat silently to the side. Xiao Ze put down his teacup and said, "He's just a little demon who escaped from the clan. I'm here to take him back."

"Do you know what the note in his hand is?" Mu Qing continued to ask.

“Of course,” Xiao Ze said. “That note seemed to have fallen out from among the treasures bought at the auction. At that time, the clan bought a lot of treasures and there were many notes. Everyone thought someone was joking, but only Hua Rong took it seriously.”

When the note was mentioned again, Wen Zheng's heartbeat seemed to slow down. After Xiao Ze finished explaining, she became even more uneasy.

The handwriting on the note had always been a source of confusion for her; why did it resemble her handwriting so much?

Mu Qing seemed angered by Xiao Ze's words and asked in a deep voice, "How many notes are there?"

“More than a dozen,” Xiao Ze said, adding, “They were also among the treasures auctioned in the same batch at the time, and people from other clans have also inquired about them.”

The other races he mentioned were those that were on good terms with the demon race, such as the merfolk and the demon race.

"Smack."

Mu Qing slammed her hand on the table, her face flushed slightly with anger. "Didn't you find out who wrote the note?"

How dare someone use their master's name to make such a joke? Do they really think their disciple is dead?

Xiao Ze shrugged. "I don't know. The people at the auction house themselves said they didn't know how the item appeared. They lost some money and that was the end of it."

Stared at by Mu Qing with murderous eyes, Xiao Ze had no choice but to explain again: "We all know that Daoist Qingling has perished. No one will believe this note except for that idiot Hua Rong."

Hua Rong not only believed it, but also sold her axe to raise travel expenses to the Immortal Pursuit Sect in search of treasure.

Mu Qing remained silent for a long time, while Xiao Ze quietly drank his tea; neither of them spoke.

After processing their conversation, Wen Zheng said, "I'll go find out where Hua Rong is."

The atmosphere in the room was too oppressive; she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"He's been sent to work in the servants' quarters. He'll be released once he pays off his debts," Mu Qing suddenly said, startling Wen Zheng into glancing at him.

Xiao Ze didn't expect that Hua Rong had already caused trouble and was doing hard labor to pay off his debts. However, since the other party was his clansman, it wouldn't look good to leave him here doing hard labor. So he decided to pay money to redeem him.

"Immortal Master Mu, name your price, and I'll pay to ransom you," Xiao Ze said magnanimously.

Mu Qing: "Five thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Xiao Ze was furious: "Do humans blatantly steal money?"

Five thousand high-grade spirit stones to redeem Hua Rong? He's not worth it.

Seeing through Xiao Ze's thoughts, Mu Qing was too lazy to explain, "If you don't pay him, let him work here for the rest of his life."

Thinking of the miserable state of Hua Rong's laborers, Xiao Ze tentatively bargained: "Four thousand, or forget it."

Mu Qing didn't speak, but her cold eyes said it all.

Xiao Ze tried to negotiate the price again, but the other party still ignored him, making him so angry that he almost cursed. Wen Zheng couldn't stand it anymore and explained in a low voice, "Hua Rong burned down Mu Qing's house."

Xiao Ze's pupils dilated as he looked at Wen Zheng in shock, as if confirming something with her.

Wen Zheng nodded, "It was all burned to the ground, nothing was left."

This time, it was Xiao Ze who fell silent. He seemed to have lost the strength to argue in an instant, and said indifferently, "Let him reform himself properly. I'll be going back in a couple of days."

His last sentence was directed at Wen Zheng, reminding her of the time. Wen Zheng nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

The two's actions did not escape Mu Qing's notice. As soon as they left, he questioned them, "What did you talk about with him?"

The two had only known each other for a short time, yet they already had a secret.

"It's nothing," Wen Zheng interrupted, but after being glared at by Mu Qing, she said, "I need to go to the demon realm to resolve some issues."

"What's the problem? Why didn't you ask me?" Mu Qing's questioning tone was too harsh, so he tried to make amends by saying, "I'm your senior brother, so you should talk to me first if you have any questions."

Mu Qing was worried that Wen Zheng would be sold out sooner or later, as she could be easily tricked by any demon she knew.

Wen Zheng pursed her lips, not very willing to speak.

Her relationship with Mu Qing could not be described as that of senior and junior siblings. The two were like oil and water before, but their relationship improved after returning from the Ghost Clan.

But their relationship isn't close enough for him to acknowledge her as his junior.

Wen Zheng strongly suspected that the wind outside was too strong, making Mu Qing's mind unclear, which was why he said such nonsense.

"I'm serious, that demon is not to be trusted, even his face is fake," Mu Qing hurriedly explained.

With his high level of cultivation, he could see through the other party's disguise at a glance and was worried that Wen Zheng would be deceived.

“I know,” Wen Zheng said lightly. “I put some talismans on him. If there’s a problem, they’ll detonate, and he’ll be seriously injured at the very least.”

Those were all enhanced versions of the enhanced versions she created; they were small but incredibly powerful.

Seeing that Wen Zheng didn't take his words to heart, Mu Qing couldn't help but say, "I won't agree to you going. You should go into seclusion for now."