After learning that a real person lived in the Spirit Mansion, Shen Qingmang chose to practice in the Spirit Mansion more often. Although Li Shutong was a girl with an unpredictable temper and one of her three sentences was always offensive, she was the only one of her kind in the other world, and she treated her as a friend.
Moreover, Shen Qingmang thought about how he had complained about the original work in his heart countless times, and the author had heard it, so he felt that it was normal for the little girl to feel a little resentful.
"If you have a Taoist partner in the future, don't let him enter your spiritual palace. This is my home now." Li Shutong said while drinking Coke.
Under Li Shutong's command, Shen Qingmang's spiritual residence was transformed from a quiet ancient manor into a bustling modern community, with shopping malls, restaurants, and cinemas, all restored by Shen Qingmang based on his own memory.
"I wish I could taste the flavor of that fat otaku's happy water." She looked at Li Shutong with envy. Although this was her spiritual palace, only Li Shutong, as a conscious being, could fully experience everything within it. Her five senses had deteriorated significantly, and she was only sensitive to the fluctuations of the spiritual energy within the spiritual palace.
"Haha, then let's switch. You become the inner demon, and I'll be the living person."
"Forget it then." Shen Qingmang shook his head. "Don't worry, no one else will break in."
"What? You want to remain a virgin for me?" Li Shutong smiled evilly.
Shen Qingmang pinched her little face. "What are you thinking about? This should be called 'hiding a beautiful girl in a golden house'."
"You're fucking spoiled," Li Shutong said incoherently, "You're done. You're completely doomed to failure. The author intends for you to live out your life in solitude."
"The author needs to free himself first." Shen Qingmang wasn't afraid of her at all. "I just don't have time for a relationship right now. Once these kids grow up safely, I'll be free."
"Ha, then go ahead and have a twilight romance. Get out of my Magic Fairy Castle."
"I really have to go. Today is the Mengxia Festival."
She left the Spiritual Palace and returned to the real world. Si Rong had successfully passed the selection and became the Fire God's Envoy. Today was her day to shine.
All the disciples of Taichu Sect came to Wendao Peak. Shen Qingmang greeted all the uncles as if he was meeting relatives during the New Year, while also secretly observing them.
Li Shutong couldn't explain the truth, so she could only continue her search. Why did these elders, who seemed to have profound cultivation, collectively lose their spiritual power when the Taichu Sect was attacked? Was there any clue beforehand?
"Qiongju, you seem to have gained weight."
"What?" Shen Qingmang subconsciously touched his face and met the inquiring gaze of the baby-faced boy.
Oh no, isn't this Qiongju's old enemy An Yanxiang? Is he here to cause trouble?
Shen Qingmang grasped the jade pen at his waist and took a step back. "What can I do for you, Senior Brother Yanxiang?"
An Yanxiang's smile was as sweet as honey. "I never thought that after all these years, we've become so close. You call me so affectionately, is it because you often thought of me during your retreat?"
Shen Qingmang got goosebumps all over his body.
Don't think you won't be considered greasy just because you have a cute baby face, okay? Because you're just an ordinary person, I don't even know your Dao name!
"Senior brother is really good at joking. There is no need to worry about the defeated general." Her smile was sweeter than An Yanxiang's, but her words were more pungent than chili peppers.
But An Yanxiang wasn't angry at all; not even the upturned corner of his mouth changed. "Junior sister, you're so heartless! I think about you day and night. I heard you went to Wuxing Peak and Wuyin Peak, so why didn't you come visit me at Wuwei Peak? Are you afraid that I'll neglect you?"
"I heard that Senior Brother lost all his family fortune last time. How can I bother him again?" Shen Qingmang continued to poke at his lungs. An Yanxiang was too abnormal. She didn't want to socialize with him at all. It would be better to anger him and leave.
"So Qingmang really cares about me." An Yanxiang's eyes curved into crescents, and his voice became even softer. "Brother, I'm so touched. I can't help but share a secret with you. The little girl who came up to the altar today was your disciple, right?"
Shen Qingmang's biggest worry today was that Si Rong would fall off the altar like in the original story, and he immediately became nervous upon hearing this. "What happened to Si Rong?"
An Yanxiang lowered his voice. "There are so many people here, Junior Sister, how about we have a moment to talk?"
"Then tell me quickly." Shen Qingmang looked up at the sun, feeling a little anxious. Si Rong would be on stage soon, and if something really happened... she didn't think Hao Xin would be able to save Si Rong.
"Junior sister, come with me." An Yanxiang held her hand. Shen Qingmang frowned, but did not break free. The next moment, she found that the scene in front of her had changed and she had teleported to a palace.
Alarm bells rang in her heart, and she wanted to pull out the jade pen immediately, but her right hand was still held by someone and she couldn't break free.
"An Yanxiang, you..."
"Who are you?" The young man in front of her was no longer as kind as before. His eyes were so cold that they seemed to pierce through her. "Where did you hide Qiongju?"
"What are you talking about?" Shen Qingmang's expression was calm, but her heart was about to jump out of her throat. This was the first time her identity was suspected!
"Don't play dumb, you are not her. Even if you are lucky enough to know her experience, you can't imitate her charm." An Yanxiang released the hand that was holding her wrist, formed seals with both hands, and a ball of faint blue flame soon appeared in the palm of his hand, flipped outward, and pushed towards Shen Qingmang.
"Let me see what's left after I burn this shell of yours."
Wuwei Peak is a sect of magic practitioners with strong strength. The magic they practice contains many deadly moves.
But she is no longer a lost lamb who just arrived.
Shen Qingmang summoned a water ball and hit the flames flying towards An Yanxiang. The water ball wrapped the flames and quickly evaporated into mist.
"It's just a trifle, not even as good as a strand of her hair." An Yanxiang sneered.
"Really?" Shen Qingmang also laughed and made a hand gesture with his left hand.
Several ice lotuses appeared in the air, surrounding the flames. The flames licked the lotus petals, and the lotus gradually melted. However, pollen-like particles appeared in the core of the flower, gathering more and more.
The ice lotus kept spinning, and the particles gradually gathered into a column. With a low shout from Shen Qingmang, it quickly rushed towards the flame. The steaming mist became more and more, and the flame jumped a few times, becoming weaker and weaker, and finally went out.
An Yanxiang was horrified. "How is that possible? This is the Li Fire. It won't go out until everything is consumed!"
"Are you planning to burn your house down too?" Shen Qingmang scoffed. "Brother Yanxiang, let me teach you a lesson. Combustion requires three basic conditions: combustible material, combustion aid, and a fire source. So, as long as you cut off these basic elements, any fire can be extinguished, including that damn Lihuo of yours."
So what if water can't put out a fire? Water can't put out all flames. But putting out a fire doesn't necessarily require water.
Thanks to this world that combines materialism and idealism, she was able to use spiritual energy to create sodium bicarbonate powder.
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