Mu Cangwu's whispers were like the faint sound of a zither, subtly carrying a strange and alluring quality.
Ruan Qing'an lay on his chest, then subconsciously sat up, her eyes revealing panic and helplessness as she looked away: "I'm sorry... I, I don't know, my mind is blank..."
"It's alright, Qing'an."
Mu Cangwu reached out and embraced her, his slender fingers grasping Ruan Qing'an's wrist, then he took her jade-like fingers and pressed them against his lips, kissing them gently.
He said in a low voice, "It's okay, you have plenty of time. You can call me anytime, just call my name."
"I can hear you whenever you call me."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an finally raised her eyes, her leaden gray eyes seemingly brimming with moisture, enough to soften one's heart: "Then... what's your name?"
"Mu Cangwu."
He hooked his fingertips around hers, licked his lips, and said slowly and deliberately, "'I travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, I eat the morning dew and dine on the clouds and rosy clouds,' as long as you call me, I will always respond to you."
Ruan Qing'an nodded slightly, and just as Mu Cangwu was about to ask her to call his name, there was a knock on the door.
"Young master, the person in charge from the Chamber of Commerce has arrived."
"..."
Mu Cangwu paused in his speech.
As the atmosphere in the room became tense, Ruan Qing'an straightened up, got off his chest, and sat back on the soft couch: "I understand, Young Master Mu, you should go and get back to your work."
"Okay, call me if you need anything. Hua Yan and the others are outside too."
Mu Cangwu's smile remained unchanged as he pushed the jade bracelet that was about to slip off Ruan Qing'an's hand away. But when he removed his hand, a transparent thread connected his fingertip, invisible and intangible, as thin as a hair, yet crystal clear and resilient.
"...Young Master Mu?"
"It's okay, I'll go out now."
Mu Cangwu spoke with a light laugh. He withdrew his hand, and no longer showed any trace of his actions. His green robe trembled slightly as he straightened the hem. Only then did he turn and leave the house, while Hua Yan stood guard at the door.
Upon seeing Mu Cangwu emerge, she quickly bowed in greeting.
"Young master, you—"
"Don't bother me with this kind of thing next time."
Hearing Mu Cangwu's voice still carrying a hint of laughter, Hua Yan's face turned even paler in an instant. She hurriedly knelt on the ground, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, young master, it was Hua Yan who was ignorant!"
"Alright, serve them well."
With a slight wave of his hand, Mu Cangwu, dressed in a green robe, vanished in an instant, leaving Hua Yan kneeling on the ground. Only after the powerful aura disappeared did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Ruan Qing'an, who had been curled up on the soft couch with her legs drawn up, looking like a bewildered kitten, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, slowly sat cross-legged on the bed, and subconsciously touched her wrist.
Her eyes darkened slightly: "Strange, what is that..."
At this moment, 037 finally spoke up: "Frog Fun, thankfully you were clever, ancestor, and allowed me to protect your consciousness early on."
【I may not be human, but he really is a dog! He attacked me without warning, I didn't even have time to react, and before I knew it, he'd attacked me so viciously! It's terrifying!】
"...a vicious man."
Ruan Qingan silently summarized it in one sentence.
Fortunately, she had made preparations in advance, since it was deep in enemy territory. Otherwise, given Mu Cangwu's ruthless nature, she would have been stunned for at least a few days before 037 could bring her back.
But it was precisely because she could guess how ruthless Mu Cangwu would be that Ruan Qing'an felt even more puzzled—what was he going to do to her?
Make someone lose their memory, then play role-playing games, and finally play house?
Even Shi Yi, who had waited for her for many years through reincarnation, wanted to kill her in the end and commit suicide together. Mu Cangwu and Lou Yunqi had no consciousness or memory, but were merely carrying the emotions and obsessions of the Heavenly Dao. They were forced to wait for her in this world for so many years before being awakened today.
What should they do next, or rather... what should they do next according to the instructions given to them by Heaven?
Ruan Qing'an lowered his head in thought, his eyes flickering slightly.
037: [Ancestor, have you made any progress?]
She shook her head slightly: "Not for now, but for now we can only keep Mu Cangwu calm and try to learn as much as possible. I have a feeling that they, the Heavenly Dao, and Shen Changlin are probably all connected."
After a moment's thought, Ruan Qing'an called out loudly, "Is anyone there?"
"Miss, is there anything you need?"
Soon, Hua Yan jogged in, not daring to lift the veil, but cautiously asking from a distance of a few meters.
Ruan Qing'an pinched the clothes on her soul and noticed the jade bracelets on her wrists. They had the same function as the soul lock, which could forcibly solidify her soul. However, the ones on her legs were still as illusory as green smoke, like a mirage that would dissipate at the slightest touch.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Young Master Mu said your name is Hua Yan. May I go out for a walk—no, may I go out for a stroll?"
"this……"
Hua Yan's eyes flickered, her tone hesitant.
But the next moment, her pupils suddenly turned white for a second, then returned to normal, and a smile appeared on her pale, bloodless face: "Miss, you're right. You can go wherever you want. The young master specifically instructed that your word is the highest order."
Ruan Qingan was stunned for a moment.
So Mu Cangwu didn't intend to lock her up? But she clearly saw Hua Yan hesitate for a moment. How could things change so quickly? Something really doesn't feel right here...
However, Ruan Qing'an did not refuse. After lifting the gauze curtain, she floated out horizontally, drifting around like a wisp of smoke.
"Let's go out and take a look."
"Yes, Miss."
Ruan Qing'an's gaze swept over Hua Yan's lifeless face, and he continued to drift away without changing his expression.
The waterside cottage is built in a garden style, gentle and elegant, like a misty painting unfolding in the rain. She floats on the covered bridge, and in her eyes, there are many maids in beautiful clothes, with slender figures, busy in the cottage.
They were all exceptionally beautiful, but what they had in common was that their delicate faces were all deathly pale, without a trace of color.
Hua Yan, however, lagged half a step behind Ruan Qing'an and whispered, "Miss, this is a secret realm that the young master uses specifically for cultivating spiritual herbs. It is called the Wei Rui Secret Realm. The waterside cottage here is where the young master temporarily rests."
"All the spiritual herbs growing in the Wei Rui Secret Realm are thriving. Most of the rare and precious herbs circulating in the cultivation world come from your Wei Rui Secret Realm, and no one can surpass you."
"That's not all, Miss. Are you familiar with the Flying Cloud Merchant Guild?"
Ruan Qing'an thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
The Flying Cloud Chamber of Commerce is considered the largest chamber of commerce in the cultivation world. Its branches can be found in almost every city. Its power is mysterious and strong, and its strength is so great that no one dares to provoke it.
In terms of wealth, they have made a fortune every year, from high-end routes such as alchemy and weapon crafting to sleeping pills for womanizers. They have flourished in all walks of life and reaped fruit everywhere. Their wealth is comparable to that of half of the cultivation world.
Hua Yan said softly, "The person in charge of the Flying Cloud Chamber of Commerce is none other than the young master. The covered bridges on this road are made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood from the secret realm, and they have even been forged into spiritual weapons by weapon refiners."
A hastily constructed temporary dwelling is equivalent to half the wealth of a small sect; such is the epitome of being rich and powerful.
Even the Myriad Paths Sect isn't this extravagant.
For a time, relying on the fact that she didn't need to walk, Ruan Qing'an floated around looking east and west until she floated out of the waterside cottage and saw vast fields of spiritual herbs outside.
The strong smell of blood hit you immediately.
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