Chapter 22: Sanglu Returns to Struggle with Longyuan
"Evil beast! Stop it immediately!" Master Fuyin swept his whisk and looked down at the old yellow-skinned man.
Under Fu Yin's aura, the old man slowly lowered his body and looked submissive.
Fu Yin then looked at Lingxiang: "You naughty monkey, you are making trouble with my apprentice again!" Although his words were reproachful, there was no trace of resentment on his face.
"Look at what you said, how can you say it's nonsense." Lingxiang said as she let go of the hand that was pinching the seal, walked over to Fuyin, squatted down, helped Maidong up, and fed her a detoxification pill.
"I'm bringing her along to experience life, to teach her about the dangers of the world. Instead of thanking me, you blame me. How can that be justified?"
After taking the pill, Maidong regained some strength. After hearing Lingxiang's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her.
"You are such a sly fellow, always sophistry. Don't lead Maidong astray." Fu Yin smiled and shook his head, bowing to A Jin. "Greetings to the divine messenger."
"Don't be polite, sir." Ajin said as he bowed in return.
"They are young and inexperienced, and have caused trouble for the envoy. If they have offended you, please forgive me."
"Master, you are too modest. Thanks to their help today, we were able to capture this beast. We should also thank you for your final move." Ajin said as he gave Fu Yin a fist bump.
"I don't deserve it. God's messenger, please don't do this." Fu Yin hurriedly returned the greeting.
Seeing Master Fuyin being so polite to Ajin, Lingxiang suddenly remembered a scroll she had read when she was a child. With a flick of her eye, she stepped forward, patted Ajin, and said,
"Ah, Jin is no longer an outsider. You don't have to be so polite, right, Jin?"
"Lingxiang! Don't be rude!" Fu Yin hurried forward to stop her.
"It's okay." Ajin smiled faintly.
Just when Maidong was wondering why Lingxiang suddenly approached Ajin, City Lord Zhao gradually woke up, and Ajin hurriedly turned into a cat and ran out.
When the city lord woke up, he was stunned to see the mess in the room. Then he was shocked to see the old weasel surrounded by a group of little weasels. When he saw Mrs. Qiao lying on the bed, he crawled and ran to protect her in a panic.
He stood in front of Mrs. Qiao's bed and only after he turned around did he notice Lingxiang and others in the room.
The city lord loved his wife so much that, although he had lost some of his composure, Lingxiang felt a little envious.
"Don't panic, City Lord," Maidong had recovered 70% of his strength. Seeing City Lord Zhao like this, he hurriedly stood up and went forward to comfort him.
"This is Master Fu Yin of the Yuanqing Sect," Lingxiang hurriedly introduced him. "With him here, Madam will definitely be safe."
Only then did City Lord Zhao realize his own misstep. He quickly stood up and bowed to Fu Yin, "Thank you, Immortal."
Fu Yin hurriedly returned the greeting, saying that he was not worthy of the praise.
"Madam, now all you need to do is break the spell that has enchanted her soul. If you want her to wake up sooner, just give her a mind-concentrating pill. However, in my humble opinion, the best strategy is for her to wake up naturally."
After Master Fuyin finished speaking, he looked at the old weasel. The old weasel was startled at first, and then he wanted to step forward to undo the spell.
Upon seeing this, City Lord Zhao hurriedly stood in front of Madam Qiao: He had never seen a weasel of this size before, it must be a monster. How could he let such a dangerous creature get close to his beloved wife?
Seeing the city lord panic, Master Fuyin hurriedly said that it was okay. Maidong also repeatedly stated that with her master around, the yellow-skinned guy would not dare to act rashly. The city lord then stepped aside, but still stared at the old weasel's every move.
The old weasel simply swept Mrs. Qiao's eyebrows with its tail and retreated to the side. The little weasels quickly gathered around it again.
"Before the lady wakes up, tell me about your business first!" Lingxiang saw the city lord nervously leaning towards Mrs. Qiao, so she changed the subject and said to the old weasel.
It would be fine if it weren't mentioned, but once it was mentioned, the little weasels started chattering away like a pot of boiling water. However, their cultivation was still shallow, their intelligence was still undeveloped, and they naturally couldn't understand human language.
The old weasel stepped forward and bowed to the city lord like a human, explaining clearly why they came to the city lord's mansion and why they attacked Mrs. Qiao.
After hearing its explanation, City Lord Zhao pondered for a moment before speaking, "Since this is a treasured gathering place for spiritual energy, and you are sincere in your cultivation, then you may stay. Just don't frighten my wife again. It was indeed my subordinates who mishandled your youngster's case. I shouldn't trouble two masters for the same matter. I would like to ask the Immortal to perform a ritual for it, hoping it will have a good afterlife."
Fu Yin praised the city lord for his kindness.
The old weasel was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he knelt down to thank him, promised to discipline the young people well, and asked City Lord Zhao to give him a name.
This was a show of loyalty to the City Lord's Mansion, which surprised Lingxiang a little.
After a little thought, the city lord named it "A'er", hoping that it could grow as vigorously as the aralia, realize its own way, and not care about the opinions of others.
After hearing what City Lord Zhao said, A'an bowed and led the group of little weasels away.
From then on, there were no more snake and rat troubles in the City Lord’s Mansion. This is a story for later.
The city lord was afraid that Madam Qiao would suffer from sequelae after waking up, so to reassure her, Master Fuyin stayed in the city lord's mansion for some time.
The city lord's wife was indeed a gentle person. She liked Lingxiang and Maidong very much as soon as she saw them. Seeing that Lingxiang's clothes were almost tattered, no matter how she explained, she hurriedly asked people to measure her bodies and make clothes for her. She also ordered several sets of clothes for the two of them and dressed them up nicely.
Not to mention, after Lingxiang dressed up, she really had some of the air of a lady from a noble family. Seeing this, Master Fuyin stroked his beard and laughed, saying that it should have been like this a long time ago.
On this day, the city lord and his wife held a banquet to thank the three men for rescuing his wife. At the banquet, City Lord Zhao and Fu Yin were chatting, but Lingxiang took out the medical notice that was taken down in front of the city gate that day from her arms.
"I wonder if the medical list posted by the City Lord will count."
"Don't be ridiculous! It's the duty of a cultivator to help others, how can you be so greedy for money and property!" Fu Yin scolded Ling Xiang, and then apologized to the city lord, "I hope the city lord will give me some face. Considering she is still young, please don't bother with her."
City Lord Zhao hurriedly said that it was okay: "The medical fee was originally agreed upon, and Miss Lingxiang did nothing wrong." After saying that, he was about to call the housekeeper.
"Wait a minute, City Lord. I really don't want this medical fee. I just want to ask for something from your mansion. I wonder if you can give it to me." Lingxiang said with a cunning look on her face.
City Lord Zhao was quite frank: "I wonder what in our house caught Miss Lingxiang's eye?"
"Seven Star Dragon Abyss."
"This..." The city lord looked at his wife beside him with some embarrassment.
The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss that Lingxiang mentioned is an ancient bronze sword, weighing nine pounds and nine ounces, four feet four and a half inches long, with a six-inch sword neck and a three-foot eight and a half sword body. It has an eight-sided dragon pattern and can slay demons and monsters. It was forged by a capable person in ancient times.
It’s not that the city lord is unwilling, but this sword was Mrs. Qiao’s dowry.
The city lord's wife smiled lightly: "I thought it was a rare thing, but it's just a sword. Why do you have to make things so difficult for me? There is no one in the family who is good at it, so just give it to Miss Lingxiang. It will be of good use." Then she ordered the servant to take it out from the warehouse and send it to Lingxiang's guest room.
"Thank you, Madam." Lingxiang said as she bowed solemnly to Madam Qiao.
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