Since we have money, let's have a nice meal. Qinghe is the host, and the restaurant we chose is the same one where I ate with Qirong Miao'er last time.
There weren't many customers at the restaurant today, so the waiter led the group to seats by the window on the second floor.
The food was served quickly, but Qinghe suddenly lost her appetite and lazily propped her chin up, looking out the window at the street.
Since entering the restaurant, Qinghe had been inattentive. Li Jiang thought she was still thinking about the woman from before, so she said, "If you really can't stand it, it's not impossible to punish her severely, just don't let anyone die."
Qinghe continued looking out the window and said, "It's very difficult to get someone to change their ways."
No matter what kind of punishment you receive, it's hard to change a person's nature; some people are rotten to the core.
Li Jiang wanted to speak again, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that what she said made sense, so she stopped talking and ate quietly.
Although Luochuan City is incredibly wealthy, its public security is quite good. Qinghe was very satisfied with the inn room he had booked and the fact that none of his belongings were missing.
As soon as the door closed, Qinghe vanished from the spot and reappeared in the jade pendant space a moment later.
The little fox was leisurely resting on a laurel tree that had been conjured by magic, its fluffy tail drooping down and swaying back and forth, making Qing and his palms itch with desire.
The Great Light Mantra was placed on a stone table. Qinghe walked over, picked it up, and saw that the Great Light Mantra was still lifeless, just like before.
"Does advancing really take this long?" He muttered to himself, pondering for a long time without finding a solution, so he simply put it aside and stopped thinking about it.
Suddenly, the little fox jumped down from the tree and landed on the stone table, its blood-red, glass-like eyes staring at Qinghe.
Qinghe picked it up and put it on his lap, then took out the jerky he had bought at the restaurant and put it near the fox's mouth, but the little fox still didn't eat a single bite.
Qinghe was puzzled: "Aren't you hungry?"
The little fox twisted its neck, trying to get away from the smelly jerky. Qinghe put the jerky in his mouth and chewed it. "It's not bad. You little rascal, you're such a picky eater."
The little fox stopped wriggling and turned to look at Qinghe's mouth, blinking its eyes as if it were very curious.
Qinghe tapped its little head: "What are you looking at? Do you think I'm pretty?"
The little fox actually nodded.
Qinghe found it intriguing: "You can really understand me?" She picked up the little fox and examined it carefully, saying, "You're not a fox demon, are you?"
The fox demon Qi Rong's heart skipped a beat. She stretched out her claws and was about to jump down to the ground when Qing He said to himself, "How could that be? If you were really a fox demon, this space of mine would have become Lanruo Temple long ago. Maybe there would even be a handsome man waiting to repay my kindness."
Qi Rong thought to himself, although he didn't know what Lanruo Temple was, he did want to do it.
The two, a human and a fox, played around in the space for a long time until Qinghe came out after dark.
Shen Xun had already arrived at her room, and there was hot tea on the table, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.
Noticing the jade pendant around her neck, he said, "Nice spatial jade pendant. Did that person give it to you?"
Qinghe sat down and drank a cup of tea, saying, "You have good taste."
Shen Xun twirled his teacup: "I warned you, that person is dangerous."
Qinghe said indifferently, "How dangerous can it be?"
Shen Xun insisted, "Didn't you ever consider that he did it for the Divine Pearl?"
Qinghe lowered her eyes and stared at the tea in her cup, watching the tea leaves slowly unfurl in the hot water. Her expression shifted, and she said, "He wouldn't."
Shen Xun stared at her for a long time before finally saying, "Never mind," he left the table, stretched, and added, "If you get scammed in the future, don't blame me for not warning you."
After finishing his tea, Qinghe stopped talking about it, glanced out the window, and said, "It's about time, let's go."
As soon as the door opened, Mo Junqian was standing outside.
Where are you going?
Qinghe told him about the clues that led to the discovery of the divine pearl at noon.
Mo Junqian: "I'll go too."
Qinghe's gaze swept over the Dragon Overlord in his hand. The dragon's power was terrifying; it would definitely be of help if they encountered any danger. Qinghe thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Watching Qinghe's retreating figure, Mo Junqian's eyes shifted. The darkness and candlelight intertwined, casting shadows on his face, making his figure half-hidden and half-revealed, giving him an inexplicable sense of loneliness.
A red light flashed from the sword in his hand, and a voice rang out: "Heartbroken?"
Mo Junqian composed himself and regained his composure.
The dragon said, “Listen to me. With your talent, as long as you don’t let love get you into trouble, becoming a god is just around the corner. It’s best to get rid of feelings as soon as possible.”
Mo Junqian pursed his lips, his tone inexplicably cold: "This is my matter, senior, please don't interfere."
The dragon let out a soft snort, sounding somewhat disappointed: "Being too attached to personal feelings will prevent you from achieving great things!"
Mo Junqian looked up at Qinghe, whose figure was about to disappear. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, which were originally as cold as a deep pool. He probably would never give up love or Qinghe in his life.
He gave a wry smile and followed after them.
Without alerting anyone else, Qing, Shen Xun, and Mo Junqian went to the Crane Shrine together.
The night was cool and still, with a few stars appearing and disappearing in the sky, and the moon hidden in the clouds as if it did not want to show itself tonight.
Unlike the bustling daytime, the Crane Temple is quiet and peaceful at night. The main hall is lit by candlelight, and the silhouettes on the window paper reveal the Taoist priests of the Crane Temple.
Qing and the other two hid in the corner of the wall in front of the hall, crouching low to avoid being discovered by the Taoist priest.
Shen Xun asked in a low voice, "What is he doing here so late?"
Qinghe: "Why don't we go in and take a look?"
He casually cast an invisibility talisman, and his figure gradually became transparent, appearing in the hall a moment later.
There was still a small piece of incense and candle burning on the altar, and a faint sandalwood scent could still be smelled in the air.
The Taoist priest was sitting at the table, his whisk set aside, and in front of him was a specially made porcelain bottle. Qinghe remembered that it was the bottle that had been placed on the altar for people to throw incense money.
He counted the money with great relish, his mouth agape in a wide smile, his eyes revealing undisguised greed.
Qing watched this scene with a cold eye, finding it somewhat laughable.
He deliberately released a trace of his aura, which even the most oblivious Taoist priest would have noticed. He suddenly looked up to check his surroundings, locked onto a point, and then abruptly raised his hand to strike out with a palm, releasing spiritual energy that rushed straight towards Qinghe.
Qinghe stood still, not moving an inch; this meager strength posed no threat to her.
After witnessing the Taoist priest's panic, Qinghe slightly moved his fingers, and white light flew out from his fingertips. Instantly, a strong wind arose outside the hall, with flying sand and stones and rolling thunder. The two hall doors were blown by the wind and rattled loudly. The Taoist priest was so shocked that he trembled all over and stood up abruptly, falling to the ground along with his stool.
Looking at the sky outside, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, he swallowed hard and muttered, "Could there be ghosts?"
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