As night deepened, the rain finally stopped.

Yunhe stayed by Qian Youxue's bedside day and night, his exhausted appearance breaking Qian Youxue's heart. After finishing her meal and freshening up a bit, she told Yunhe to go back and get a good night's sleep.

The Qian family mansion is a mysterious melting pot; who knows what she might encounter in the future? She has already lost Lianxin; she absolutely cannot let Yunhe get into trouble as well.

Sitting by the window, Qian Bowen's gaunt face flashed through my mind. He was innocent, and unfortunate.

She had thought about saving him before, but she never imagined that her mother would try to save him in this way.

She cherished her dearly; if she were to act recklessly, her life would be over. She simply could not accept such a cruel and vicious method.

Why……

Perhaps this is why those who are pitiful often have something tragic about them!

However, she really wanted to know who had poisoned Bowen and who had come up with the idea of ​​using his own flesh to save his life. Was it her mother and the two old women who came up with it, or was it that Lord Sai who came up with it?

Just as she was filled with anxiety, a dart flew through the window with a note attached. She pulled out the dart, opened the note, and read: "Beware of a master dart."

Those who refuse!

She immediately had her answer: that day, she hadn't been told about Sai Miaoshou's alchemist level, and Yunhe had said that the pills she had taken these past two days were also sent by someone else.

High-level alchemists are figures even the emperor respects. The palace has everything, so why would you help your mother?

No, which line of thought is not clear?

Unable to find an answer immediately, she decided to soak in the Snow Spirit Spring to cleanse herself of the remaining poisonous gas, hoping it would sharpen her mind.

Concentrating his mind, he entered the spiritual space in the blink of an eye. He hadn't been here for several days, and the herbs by the Snow Spirit Spring had bloomed with pale yellow flowers, adding a unique touch to the green landscape.

"Hey, are you there?" she shouted, but there was complete silence and no one responded.

Is that guy still not awake?

He can really sleep!

While she was thinking this, she suddenly sneezed loudly, guessing that it was probably Qingyan, that monster, who heard her and was cursing.

That's enough!

She'd better not take off her clothes, lest she be taken advantage of.

"Stop trying to flatter yourself. With your looks, I don't care!" A man's voice suddenly rang out in the empty surroundings, startling Qian Youxue so much that she slipped and fell directly into the Snow Spirit Spring.

Cough cough...

Qian Youxue choked on the spring water, tears streaming down her face. After catching her breath, she started cursing again: "Bastard, you son of a bitch! Where were you when I needed you? All you do is scare people like me who are useless. You call yourself an ancient artifact spirit? Don't you feel ashamed?"

On the shore, a hazy figure floated in mid-air, barely revealing a devilishly handsome face, its complexion terrifyingly pale.

"You... how could you?" Qian Youxue finally managed to stand up, only to fall back into the water.

She remembered that the last time she saw him, his shadow wasn't so blurry. This time, she couldn't even see his body; she could only barely make out his face, which shocked her so much that her eyes widened.

"It's all because of you!" Qingyan roared, then continued to complain, "Do you really think you can completely absorb the Ghost Ox's blood with your meager abilities? If I hadn't used my spiritual power to support you, you would have died from overeating long ago!"

Qian Youxue scratched her head cutely, never expecting this turn of events. Didn't this guy say he wouldn't help? Turns out he's all talk and no action.

Hehehe!

She smiled sheepishly, but no matter what, she still expressed her gratitude very sincerely: "Thank you!"

"Thank me for what? You should focus on your cultivation. Otherwise, you might overeat and die from the good stuff, making me a laughingstock. Remember, if you encounter something powerful and can't beat it, hide inside. Don't risk your life to fight it." Qingyan finished his stern instructions, and the illusory figure gradually disappeared.