Seriously injured
For the next few days, Wen Zheng almost never left her room, hiding there drawing talismans.
Mu Qing would occasionally come over to talk to her, and their relationship progressed rapidly, becoming much better than before.
On this day, Wen Zheng was brewing tea in the courtyard when Mu Qing took out a chessboard and placed it in front of the two of them: "Shall we play a game?"
Wen Zheng casually picked up a white piece and placed it in the center of the board: "I only know how to play Gomoku."
In other words, if she had to choose another option, she would have to give up.
Mu Qing watched as she placed the chess piece in the very center of the board, but did not stop her: "Five in a row is fine too, but if you lose, you have to practice swordsmanship with me."
Wen Zheng has the talent for swordsmanship, and becoming a sword cultivator is only a matter of time. Practicing swordsmanship in advance will also benefit her.
"Okay." Wen Zheng agreed after only a moment's hesitation.
After the two finished a game of Gomoku, the sun was high in the sky, and bright flowers swayed gently on the branches, creating a pleasant scene.
Wen Zheng put down the last chess piece, her eyes filled with disbelief: "I actually lost."
They had won before.
Mu Qing slowly gathered up the scattered chess pieces and whispered comfortingly, "Winning or losing is only temporary; you must learn to let go."
Wen Zheng looked up at him and asked, "Then why did you secretly breathe a sigh of relief?"
Despite being caught red-handed, Mu Qing showed no embarrassment. After putting away the chessboard, she handed Wen Zheng a wooden sword: "Practice with me."
He took another wooden sword and began to dance in front of Wen Zheng. His movements were very gentle, clearly the swordsmanship of a female cultivator.
Wen Zheng put aside her playful thoughts and began practicing swordsmanship with him.
The man who was lying in wait not far away kicked away the stone that was in his way and spat: "Elder Gu told me to keep an eye on her, and said that she has a problem. I think the problem is Elder Gu."
After observing for so many days, it seems the other party either stays indoors or brews tea and practices swordsmanship with their senior brother, living a more comfortable life than they do.
"Stop talking." The disciple next to him tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "We're leaving soon. I heard the Palace Master doesn't want the investigation to continue."
"Why? The young master suffered such serious injuries, how could the master endure it?"
"I don't know."
The two discussed for a while and then left.
Wen Zheng was practicing the sword technique she had just learned, her hands moving non-stop, when she asked, "Are they gone?"
Mu Qing picked up her teacup and took a sip: "I'm leaving."
Wen Zheng casually stuck her sword into the ground, then turned and went to the pavilion to drink tea and cool off. "Finally, they're gone. I've been squatting here for so many days."
After getting the map from Elder Ye, she had been looking for an opportunity to visit Feng Gui at Baiku Peak. That day, when she went out, she noticed some messy footprints at the entrance. She took note of this, wandered around the area for a bit, and then came back.
In the following days, she invited Mu Qing over to brew tea and play chess, but it was only for observation. Sure enough, she discovered the person who was watching her.
It's easy to guess who sent her.
Wen Zheng blamed Shan Fengyu for this.
"Are you going to Baiku Peak now?" Mu Qing asked. Since that day, he had adhered to the principle of not asking or saying anything about Wen Zheng's matter, and their relationship had eased somewhat.
Wen Zheng shook her head: "Maybe they're bluffing me. Let's wait and see."
Feng Gui's Hundred-Dry Peak can be visited anytime, but sneaking over now would be easily discovered; we need to find an opportunity.
Wen Zheng held the tea in her hands, sipping it as she pondered.
Inside the Guanghua Hall.
Shan Fengyu had just finished dealing with a group of people and rushed back. Seeing the doctor standing to the side, he asked, "How is he?"
The "he" referred to was, of course, Shan Wuxiu. The physician bowed respectfully and said, "The young palace master's health has recovered to about 70-80%, but his throat..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, and his meaning was quite clear.
Dan Wuxiu may never be able to speak again.
When he and the other doctors saw that Shan Wuxiu's neck was broken in half, they thought there was no cure. Unexpectedly, the Palace Master used his own spiritual power to save him.
It's a pity for the Palace Master; he lost hundreds of years of cultivation for such a good-for-nothing son.
The stench of blood still lingered on Shan Fengyu's body. He rubbed his temples in frustration and said, "As long as I'm alive, that's good. If I can't speak, there are other ways."
The important thing is Shan Wuxiu's life. He only signed the contract recently. If something happens to Shan Wuxiu, he will also suffer a great loss of vitality. Losing a little cultivation is nothing.
"Yes." The physician did not leave after saying that, but looked at Shan Fengyu with a hint of hesitation: "Palace Master, there is something I am not sure if I should say."
Dan Fengyu waved his hand, urging him to speak as soon as possible.
The physician swallowed hard and said, "When the young master and I were treating him, we discovered that his sword bone had been removed."
Although it wasn't originally his own.
Dan Fengyu, who had closed his eyes in exhaustion, suddenly opened them again, his tone somewhat cold: "Is Dan Wuxiu's constitution still intact?"
The doctor dared not answer the question, shook his head, and lowered his head in silence.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment. The doctor stared at his toes, barely daring to breathe. After a long silence, Shan Wuxiu sighed heavily: "Go down."
The doctor grabbed his belongings and ran off without stopping.
Dan Fengyu stayed in Guanghua Hall for a long time before going to see Dan Wuxiu. The other party had a thick bandage wrapped around his neck and could only sleep on the bed because of his back injury.
He was badly injured and completely unaware of the approaching footsteps; he was fast asleep.
Even with Shan Fengyu's hand gripping his neck, he remained asleep, fast asleep.
With his hand gripping her neck for a long time, Shan Fengyu looked dazed for a moment, a blank look appearing in his eyes, before quickly withdrawing his hand.
"Xiu'er," Shan Fengyu called out, his expression returning to its indifferent state.
"Single Wuxiu".
He slapped Shan Wuxiu on the head, a stark contrast to the gentle tone he had just used.
Dan Wuxiu was awakened by the slap. He raised his head and looked around. When he caught sight of Dan Fengyu, he kept making noises.
Dan Fengyu slapped him again to quiet him down: "Your voice is ruined. You won't be able to speak anymore."
Upon hearing this, Shan Wuxiu's eyes widened, and he gently tugged at Shan Fengyu's sleeve, his eyes full of pleading.
Stared at like that, Shan Fengyu showed no sign of softening and asked, "Did you see the person who hurt you?"
Dan Wuxiu subconsciously avoided eye contact, pointing to the missing sword bone on his back, his meaning clear: the person who injured him was most likely Wen Zheng.
Are you sure?
Dan Fengyu's low voice made Dan Wuxiu shudder, and he turned his head away and nodded.
"Idiot," Shan Fengyu cursed, then turned and left.
The scolded Shan Wuxiu stared blankly as his father walked away, his eyes full of confusion.
Dan Fengyu returned alone to the back room of Guanghua Palace. There were many restrictions placed on the room, and only he could enter and exit. Many of his personal belongings were kept inside.
After closing the door to the back room, he slowly walked to the bookshelf, took out the box in the upper left corner, and retrieved the possession contract he had given to Shan Wuxiu.
This kind of contract was discarded by other cultivators a thousand years ago because the process of seizing a body was too time-consuming and not worthwhile. However, from another perspective, the success rate of seizing a body using this kind of contract is higher than other methods.
He has already used this contract to change many bodies. The original body, Shan Fengyu, has long been possessed by him, with only a wisp of remnant soul still stubbornly resisting.
He had used this body long enough; it was time to move on to the next one.
However, since Shan Wuxiu's sword bone was taken away and his cultivation level dropped too much, he needs to seriously consider whether to find a different person to possess.
A hoarse voice came from a birdcage covered by a black cloth: "After being a human for so long, I think you've almost forgotten that your people are still suffering."
The sarcastic words made Shan Fengyu frown, and he unhappily pulled off the cloth covering the birdcage: "I think you've had enough of the good life and want to go back to my good clansmen."
A black bird lay in the cage, its feathers sparse and its body radiating black energy. When it touched the golden cage, much of the blackness dissipated.
"It seems these birdcages made from the bones of saints are truly excellent; they can even conceal the murderous aura emanating from you," Shan Fengyu whispered in the black bird's ear like a venomous snake.
The black bird was so frightened that the few remaining feathers on its body bristled, and it only felt a little safer when it pressed its back tightly against the birdcage.
"Heh." Shan Fengyu sneered, turned around and sat down to the side, picking up the ancient book he hadn't finished reading on the table and continuing to read.
After remaining quiet in its cage for a long time, and seeing no trouble from Shan Fengyu, the black bird grew bolder again, stretching its wings out of the cage and shouting, "I just don't understand, you clearly have the ability, why don't you release your people?"
Dan Feng didn't even raise his head, his fingertips lightly tracing a page of the ancient book.
The black bird continued hopping around in the cage: "I know I've spoiled your plans, but didn't you already kill that girl surnamed Wen?"
It couldn't understand why Shan Fengyu wouldn't release his people even though all the obstacles had been removed.
Mentioning Wen Zheng, Shan Fengyu glanced at her coldly, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "You told Wen Zheng everything you should and shouldn't have said, allowing her to prepare in advance, so I wouldn't be in this difficult situation now."
When Wen Zheng accidentally sneaked into the back room of Guanghua Palace, she not only overheard his conversation with Blackbird, but also extracted a lot of information from Blackbird after he left, and even took away a treasure he had kept.
"..." Blackbird shut up.
It was wrong of Wen Zheng to do that, but it never expected that a little girl would be so cunning, coaxing it into telling the whole story.
“We’ll settle this matter later. Once I get it back from Wen Zheng… I will naturally release all my clansmen.”
After Shan Fengyu finished speaking, his eyes darkened. The treasure that Wen Zheng took had a restraining effect on him and the black bird. When he knew that Wen Zheng was still alive, he sent Chen Shao to test her.
Chen Shao had the Xuan Yin mark planted on his body, which would react when he was very close to that treasure. Unfortunately, Chen Shao died at Wen Zheng's hands in the end, and the Xuan Yin mark on his body did not light up.
This forced him to continue waiting for Wen Zheng to return and retrieve that treasure before taking action to eliminate her.
This is why the Immortal Sect Grand Competition was held at the Thousand Saints Palace this year.
Killing Wen Zheng in the Thousand Saints Palace would be an easy task.
After a few more days of rest and recuperation, Wen Zheng felt bored staying in the courtyard and wanted to find an opportunity to go to Baiku Peak, but Feng Gui found her first.
"Have you been sunbathing in the yard all these days?"
Feng Gui had a cold face and her expression looked quite frightening.
Wen Zheng was lounging on the recliner when she heard this, but immediately sat up and retorted, "I'm looking for an opportunity to see you."
"You need to find an opportunity to see me?" Feng Gui asked, puzzled.
Wen Zheng pursed her lips: "I'm being watched, and I'm afraid the Thousand Saints Palace will suspect you."
Feng Gui was even more puzzled: "What's there to doubt! What I did before is enough to make them suspicious."
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