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After the two finished their dinner in silence, they returned to their respective rooms. Mu Qing sat cross-legged on the bed in her room to rest, and while circulating her spiritual energy, she was still thinking about Wen Zheng's unusual behavior just now.
He was certain that there must have been a restriction set up in Wen Zheng's room, and the person who set it up was extremely powerful, able to even block his divine sense.
But when they arrived at the inn, there was nothing wrong with it, and he could see Wen Zheng's room from where he was sitting downstairs. If there was anything wrong, he would have noticed it.
Why...
Mu Qing couldn't understand why Wen Zheng was keeping it from him. Did Wen Zheng have a secret?
Mu Qing was uncertain. Wen Zheng never spoke up on her own initiative; she always waited for him to find out before being forced to reveal it. Wen Zheng didn't trust him.
And what about him?
He may not trust Wen Zheng either, but his gaze still couldn't help but fall on her.
Perhaps the two of them should be more honest with each other.
Thinking this way, Mu Qing lost all interest in cultivation and sat at the table contemplating her relationship with Wen Zheng.
The next day.
When Wen Zheng opened the door and came out, she was startled by Mu Qing standing in the doorway. She frowned and asked, "What do you want to do standing at my door?"
They had agreed on a meeting time yesterday, and she wasn't late. The fact that she was squatting in front of her door so early made Wen Zheng think of nothing more than ulterior motives.
"There's something I want to ask you," Mu Qingping said calmly. Having not slept all night, he wasn't as composed as usual, and his tone was light and airy.
"Go ahead." Wen Zheng stepped out of the room and spoke to Mu Qing face to face in the corridor outside.
"You..." Mu Qing looked down into Wen Zheng's eyes and said, "Are you hiding something from me?"
He stared intently into Wen Zheng's eyes, and when he saw panic and fear in them, his heart sank.
As expected, Wen Zheng was hiding a secret.
He thought about it all night and realized the best way was to ask Wen Zheng directly, see how she would react, and then bring it up.
Hearing such a direct question, Wen Zheng didn't even have a chance to cover it up, and she said somewhat flusteredly, "Why are you asking this?"
She has many secrets. The mere fact that Qingling Daoist's soul is hidden in her bracelet is enough to drive Mu Qing crazy, not to mention the others.
"Someone set up a restriction on your room before dinner last night. This isn't something you can do." Mu Qing uttered these words lightly, but they made Wen Zheng's heart skip a beat.
She didn't expect Mu Qing to keep bringing this up.
Moreover, what the other party said was correct; the restriction was indeed not something she knew how to do. If she forced herself to lie and say that she did know it, she would still be exposed, but she couldn't be honest.
After a night's rest, Wen Zheng's head started to ache again. She looked at Mu Qing and asked, "So what do you want to know by asking these questions?"
Since things have come to this point, it's better to take the initiative than to be passively questioned by Mu Qing.
She abandoned her usual gentle demeanor, becoming sharp and aggressive, asking, "Do you think I'm connected to the Changsheng Sect, or to other forces, or have you never believed me?"
Neither of them trusted the other; they were just both good at pretending.
Wen Zheng's smile vanished. She took a step forward, her face expressionless, and met Mu Qing's gaze. The latter took a large step back, looked away, and said, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you need my help."
He probably stepped on Wen Zheng's tail when he asked her about her secret, which is why she reacted so strongly.
Wen Zheng's face was grim, her usual good mood completely gone. She coldly said, "No need." After saying that, she turned and went downstairs, leaving Mu Qing standing there stunned.
Mu Qing stood frozen in place, watching Wen Zheng rush downstairs to eat without even turning back once.
for a long time.
Did he say something wrong?
After pondering for a long time, he sighed and went downstairs. He walked to Wen Zheng's side and only dared to sit down and eat when he saw that she did not object.
The two ate in silence, ignoring each other, and the atmosphere was so tense that Li Siming, standing to the side, didn't dare to go up and say a word.
He thought about what Immortal Venerable Mu said yesterday and still felt that it was better to follow Immortal Venerable Mu. Moreover, there were other elders from the sect traveling together, so he and his junior brothers and sisters would not suffer any losses.
After deciding to travel together, Li Siming got up early and waited downstairs. He naturally saw the scene of Mu Xianzun arguing with the woman beside him, and from what he saw, Mu Xianzun seemed to have lost the argument.
Otherwise, why would he remain silent and even have to be mindful of others' expressions when he sits down?
Li Siming hesitated for a long time, but seeing that the two were almost finished eating, he made up his mind and stepped forward, saying, "Immortal Mu, do you still remember me?"
Mu Qing's apology stuck in her throat. When she turned her head and glanced at Li Siming, she nodded. "Have you decided to go together?"
Li Siming nodded quickly: "Immortal Venerable, please enjoy your meal. I'll go call my junior brothers and sisters first." After saying that, he went upstairs to call them without looking back.
Wen Zheng put down her chopsticks and looked at Mu Qing, waiting for his explanation. Mu Qing followed suit, putting down his chopsticks as well, and said in a low voice, "These are disciples of the Qingchen Sect. I thought that since we haven't caught the mastermind behind the Changsheng Sect yet, I brought them along as well."
Wen Zheng snorted coldly, seemingly speaking to him: "Aren't you afraid of something going wrong on the road and having these disciples kidnapped along with you?"
She ignored Mu Qing's reply and sat down at a table by the window to wait.
Mu Qing was now truly feeling a headache coming on. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation, and the opportunity to apologize had already passed. If she apologized now, Wen Zheng would probably think she was provoking her.
what to do?
Mu Qing lost her appetite. After settling the bill at the counter, she sat down at a table near Wen Zheng to wait for him to come down.
Li Siming explained the situation to his junior brothers and sisters, and after leading them down, he slowly walked to Mu Qing's side and said, "Immortal Mu, we're ready."
Mu Qing turned to look at Wen Zheng. After she got up and left, he said to Li Siming, "Follow me."
The group followed Wen Zheng toward the location of the spirit ship. When they arrived, there were only a few people on the ship.
Wen Zheng found a seat and sat down, waiting for the letter to arrive while lost in thought.
After arranging things for Li Siming and the others, Mu Qing sat opposite Wen Zheng. There weren't many people around, making it a good time to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you this morning."
His relationship with Wen Zheng hadn't reached the point of sharing life and death, so it would be impolite to pry into her secrets.
Wen Zheng's anger had long since subsided by the time she walked from the inn to the spirit ship. She was lost in thought, wondering what to do after arriving at the Thousand Saints Palace. Suddenly, she heard Mu Qing's apology and leaned over to look, saying, "You're here to apologize, not because you still want to find out my secrets, are you?"
Wen Zheng never thinks things in a positive light. For someone like Mu Qing to bow down, what she's after must be something much bigger.
"No," Mu Qing hurriedly explained, "I felt that the restrictions last night were somewhat familiar, which is why I asked those questions. I didn't sleep all night and I was out of it. I'm sorry."
The restriction was all too familiar to him, so he couldn't help but think about it more.
Hearing him say he was familiar with the restrictions, Wen Zheng felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her heart. The anger she had been suppressing instantly dissipated, and she even revealed a hint of guilt.
"You felt familiar with the restriction and didn't sleep all night, so do you remember it?" Wen Zheng secretly raised her eyes to look at Mu Qing, afraid that he would remember.
Mu Qing shook her head, looking confused, and said, "I can't remember, it just feels familiar."
Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much better, but her tone was still indifferent as she said, "Oh, then you can think about it slowly."
Ideally, you should try for several days and still not come up with an answer, wasting those days on the road, so you won't have a chance to think about it after you get to Qian Sheng Palace.
Mu Qing hummed in agreement, sensing that Wen Zheng wasn't too angry, and asked, "Are you still angry?"
Wen Zheng glanced at him and said, "I need to be alone for a while."
Mingxin had just brought her master aboard the ship and found a place to rest when Wenzheng wanted to send Muqing away so she could go and inquire about the pills that could restore memories.
"Okay, I'll go take care of other things first." Mu Qing sensed that Wen Zheng didn't want to talk to her, and considering the argument that morning, he thought both of them needed to calm down.
He looked back several times before finally turning away.
Not long after Mu Qing left, Wen Zheng quickly got up and sat down next to Ming Xin and her master, personally pouring them a cup of hot tea.
Master Mingxin, Elder Ye, squinted at the teacup and smiled, "You need something from me?"
Her attitude wasn't exactly obsequious, but her intentions were clear.
Wen Zheng nodded and stated her purpose: "If someone suffers from amnesia and can't remember anything no matter what they do, is there any medicine that can cure it?"
Wen Zheng tried everything to recall her memories, but each time she could only remember a little bit. The process was incredibly difficult, and it even caused her to have a heart attack.
"A pill to restore memories?" Elder Ye put the teacup back on the table and glanced at Wen Zheng.
Judging from her appearance, Wen Zheng has plenty of blood and energy, and her spiritual power flows smoothly, so there is no problem. However, if you look closely at her eyebrows and eyes, there is a big problem. The whites of her eyes are yellow and filled with red blood vessels, which means that she has not been resting well. She just looks like a normal person on the surface.
When Elder Ye lowered her eyes, she looked at Wen Zheng's fingers. There were faint black lines on seven or eight of her ten fingernails. If she hadn't been familiar with pharmacology for many years and knew that some serious illnesses could cause the nails to turn black, she might not have noticed it.
“I didn’t bring this kind of pill with me this time, but I can refine it for you now. It should be ready in about half a month,” Elder Ye said.
In the past, she would not agree to help; refining pills depended on her mood.
Last night, she heard Mingxin talk to her about Wenzheng and expressed her gratitude for saving Mingxin, offering to help her in this way.
"How long will it take to get to Qian Sheng Palace now?" Wen Zheng wasn't sure if she could wait; Qian Sheng Palace was fraught with danger for her.
"Three days."
Wen Zheng: "..."
It's better to give it to her after she dies.
Elder Ye picked up his teacup again, gently blew on the tea leaves floating on it, and said, "I have to appear in front of everyone every day, so naturally I have less time to refine pills."
When she boarded the spirit ship, she saw Wen Zheng send Immortal Venerable Mu Qing away, and guessed that she did not want anyone to know about this, which was why she gave such a long refining time.
Do you still want the pills?
She won't refine it if she doesn't want it; it's too much trouble.
Wen Zheng: "Yes."
Having resolved the matter of the elixir, Wen Zheng finally felt a little relieved of her inner turmoil and began to consider other matters.
For example, what happened in the Thousand Saints Palace.
"Elder Ye, do you know anything about the Thousand Saints Palace?" Wen Zheng asked tentatively.
A dark glint flashed in Elder Ye's eyes as he asked, "That depends on which one you're asking about."
Medicine Immortal Valley specializes in alchemy. In the cultivation world, alchemy is a path that costs money, and ordinary people simply cannot enter. Even among those who do enter, very few can become disciples of an elder, let alone become an elder themselves.
At first glance, Elder Ye carried more than one magical artifact for self-defense, and those artifacts also bore the marks of other sects, though the designs were relatively simple and not easily noticed.
Given Elder Ye's status, she wouldn't openly steal a magical artifact; it was most likely a gift from someone else.
Elder Ye is quite a remarkable figure to have collected so many magical artifacts donated by various sects.
Wen Zheng smiled and said, "There is very little news coming from the Thousand Saints Palace. I am curious about who the person who founded the Thousand Saints Palace is and how they could have such great power."
They caused such a big problem.
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