As the original author, Li Shutong may have lost control of the plot, but she knows the setting by heart. She explains that the book was contracted for a game adaptation, so she wrote tens of thousands of words about the worldview, and she kept her high school physics, chemistry, and biology textbooks handy while writing the magic.
Shen Qingmang jokingly said it was a good thing Li Shutong hadn't taken the physics and chemistry courses from university, otherwise she, a liberal arts student, wouldn't have understood the research, let alone taught her students. Li Shutong replied that it was because she had failed both physics and biochemistry.
With Li Shutong as a ready-made teaching material, Shen Qingmang's understanding of magic reached a new level. An Yanxiang used several more magic spells to attack her, but she suppressed them all.
She anxiously asked what had happened to Si Rong, but An Yanxiang was like a rabid dog, determined to bite off a piece of her flesh.
"An Yanxiang, are you crazy?" Shen Qingmang dodged his flaming blow, but the fire in her heart was also ignited by him. She did not use the jade pen, but took out another magic weapon from her sleeve and smashed it directly at An Yanxiang.
An Yanxiang was caught off guard and slammed against the wall, his expression dazed. "Ahem...what is this?"
"My new magical weapon." Shen Qingmang stretched out her hand, and the square magical weapon returned to her hand. This was her natal magical weapon, made of peach wood on top and soft, tangled rabbit fur underneath. There was still a little white dust on the rabbit fur.
Yes, it's a blackboard eraser.
Seeing An Yanxiang staring intently at the magic weapon in her hand, Shen Qingmang looked somewhat helpless. She had anticipated that she and the Jade Pen were not compatible and would eventually need a new magic weapon. However, she had not expected that one day, while wiping the blackboard, she would suddenly feel a telepathic connection with the eraser in her hand. The eraser seemed to become a part of her body, and she instantly understood that this was the feeling of using a magic weapon.
An Yanxiang covered his chest, relaxed for a while, and finally stopped attacking.
"Is something wrong with Si Rong?" Shen Qingmang stared at him.
"With Yiqing, that daughter slave, here, how could anything happen to her?" An Yanxiang curled his lips.
"So you just wanted to trick me into coming here? Today is such an important occasion. Even if you can subdue me, won't someone find out?"
"If we get rid of you, she will come back," An Yanxiang said. "They will understand me."
Shen Qingmang was silent for a while, then said, "The seventh level of spiritual wisdom in the Hongmeng Lingchu Sutra is the beginning of the human realm, symbolizing the rebirth of human beings."
An Yanxiang's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had anticipated what she would say.
"To reach the state of spiritual enlightenment, one's mind must be pure, just like the beginning of the universe. Therefore, many cultivators choose to abandon the past."
"Qiong Ju simply discarded unimportant things. The remaining memories are just memories, they can't affect me in the slightest. And every day from now on is a new life. Who I meet, what stories we share, you haven't been a part of, so how can you assert that the me now isn't the real me?"
"Why?"
Shen Qingmang looked at An Yanxiang's dejected expression, and the anger caused by his attack faded, and a faint sense of compassion emerged in his heart.
What she said just now was half true and half false. In the original novel, when Qiongju entered the realm of spiritual wisdom, she did face the choice of giving up her feelings, but she did not give up. Maybe she was originally emotionally indifferent, or maybe... she had feelings that she wanted to cherish.
But no matter what, the person is gone, she has no way to pretend to be an identical Qiongju, nor is it possible to return her to Anyan Township. This is the best way she can think of in such a hurry.
Let him think that Qiongju has forgotten the past and started a new life.
"If you know my past self very well, wouldn't you understand what I did?" she asked.
An Yanxiang coughed violently a few times, then slid down slowly against the wall. "Yes, in order to become an immortal, what wouldn't you give up? Shen Qingmang, no one could be more ruthless than you."
"If there is nothing else, Qingmang will take his leave. The ceremony is about to begin, so please return to your seat as soon as possible."
After Shen Qingmang finished speaking, seeing that An Yanxiang had no reaction, he turned and left his bedroom, wiping the sweat from his palms only after he had walked away.
It was a close call. Fortunately, An Yanxiang didn't know how to use soul-searching techniques, otherwise today wouldn't have ended peacefully. He was one realm lower than Qiongju, still in the late Nascent Soul stage, but his own strength was so strong that she had to expend a lot of spiritual energy to barely suppress him.
For the last move of hitting people with the blackboard eraser, Shen Qingmang injected a lot of spiritual power into the blackboard eraser. Now his legs were still a little weak when he walked. He didn't dare to ride the cloud directly, for fear that he would lose his balance and fall down, so he decided to walk first.
However, she had never been to Wuwei Peak before and had no idea the way, so she could only walk down the mountain by feeling.
She sank half of her consciousness into her spirit world and called out to Li Shutong, "What's going on in An Yanxiang? Does he like Qiongju?"
"No." Li Shutong said faintly, "He loves her."
"Shit..." Shen Qingmang dug his nails into his palm. "No wonder he wanted to beat me to death. Did he think I had harmed Qiongju? If I had really harmed Qiongju and appeared in her image, that would mean I'm even stronger than her. An Yanxiang couldn't even beat Qiongju, and he wanted to beat me. Does he want to die?"
"How can you, a virgin soloist, understand someone's deep affection? I really like the character of An Yanxiang! A beautiful woman with a sweet face and a dark and crazy face is so attractive!"
"Then I wish you to find a boyfriend like this in the future. If you can ever leave the Spirit Palace."
"Haha. Watch the road, you're going to fall."
Shen Qingmang quickly focused her attention on the real world, only to find that the ground was flat and Li Shutong was simply bluffing her.
But a hint of blue soon appeared in her vision. It was the familiar moon-white Taoist robe of the Wuya Sect.
“Master!”
The other person stumbled over and Shen Qingmang confirmed that he was his eldest disciple.
Gu Sui Han was always clean and tidy in front of her, and had never looked so disheveled. His clothes were stained, his hair was wet and stuck together in wisps, and his face was a little pale from the cold, making people think of a poor baby bird that had accidentally left the nest.
"Master, are you okay? Did that lunatic do anything to you?"
"I'm fine, but what happened to you? You look so miserable." Shen Qingmang cast a dust-cleansing spell on him.
"There are too many formations on Wuwei Peak, and I accidentally stepped on a few of them." Gu Sui Han didn't care.
"Hey?" Shen Qingmang quickly looked down at his feet. "Really? Then why didn't I step on any of them?"
"Because it's you..." Gu Suihan changed the subject before he finished speaking: "Master, are you lost again? I'll take you back. Si Rong can't find you and is very anxious."
"Isn't she too nervous? Let's go back quickly. The teleportation technique of Wuwei Peak is quite useful. It would be great if we could sneak into their library and learn it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she found herself back at Wendao Peak.
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