Chapter 112 The Holy Son Returned with a Woman
The burly man turned around and saw that it was just a young girl. He flew into a rage, "What do you know? There was a monster near our village back then. Several cultivators came to help kill the monster, but no one in the village died!"
They really acted with such self-righteousness and self-righteousness.
It seems that in his eyes, the strong are born to help the weak.
Mu Jianjian didn't have the same tendency to downplay things as Wuhen. "The truth is, without us, you and your brother would have been swallowed by the sea monster long ago."
"Since you weren't held back by the siren's illusion, why can't you share what you have so that we can also completely get rid of our inner demons?" another cultivator chimed in, feeling indignant.
Mu Jianjian was amused and retorted, "Overcoming inner demons depends on one's state of mind and courage, but I've never seen anyone with such thick skin! However, I do have a method for everyone to refer to."
"What?" Upon hearing this, the previously silent, burly man and the others looked up at the girl.
“Siren,” Mu Jianjian spread her hands, “a live siren can specifically treat inner demons.”
"You captured the siren alive?"
"Where?"
"Why didn't you bring out the live sea monster earlier?"
"..."
Instantly, a cacophony of sounds assaulted her ears. Mu Jianjian, expressionless, pointed down below the boat and said, "There are plenty down there. Go catch them yourselves."
Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone realized they had been tricked by the girl.
Wuhen chuckled, and the little flower on Linghu Zhuoyu's neck wagged its tail.
“I’ve already shown you the way. If you don’t have the strength, don’t bark like a dog here,” Mu Jianjian scratched her head. “You’re barking shamelessly and horribly.”
The three of them walked back to their room in full view of everyone, leaving the crowd so angry they turned purple but dared not move.
That night.
Just as Mu Jianjian finally drifted off to sleep, Linghu Zhuoyu knocked on Wuhen's door.
As the door opened, Wuhen, dressed neatly, greeted the young man with a cheerful smile, as if he had anticipated the boy's visit.
"Click—"
After closing the door, Linghu Zhuoyu looked up at Wuhen and asked bluntly, "Are you planning to go to Jingxu Garden?"
Jingxu Garden is the residence of the Cai clan, a branch of the Gu poison sect under one of the "Five Eccentrics" of Yingzhou.
Wuhen made no attempt to hide his surprise. He pressed his face close to the boy's veil, as if trying to see the expression on the person inside. "How did Fellow Daoist Sun find out?"
He never told anyone his destination, Yingzhou!
“Taste.” Linghu Zhuoyu frowned and uttered two words.
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Saint Lotus Pavilion, Hundred Flowers Garden.
A woman with heavy makeup was beautiful, but her makeup made her look stiff. She was applying rouge in front of the mirror, and when she felt the color was not good, she called her maid to wash it off and reapply it, and then drew her eyebrows herself.
"Miss, I heard that the Holy Son will arrive at the Lotus Ladder in about a quarter of an hour, but..." The maid hesitated.
"Just what?" Tao Xian stopped what she was doing, turned her head to stare at her, her voice was soft, but her expression betrayed her impatience.
"It is said that the people who went to pick up the Holy Son said that he returned with a woman with him this time," the maid said softly, afraid of being punished for not saying a word properly. "I have inquired about it. It is said that the woman is cold and beautiful, and the Holy Son met her in the secret realm."
The word "secret realm" immediately brought back unpleasant memories for Tao Xian. Her hand trembled, and her eyebrows were drawn crooked.
Tao Xian stared at the person in the mirror, her aura instantly transforming into one of gentle charm. She lightly wiped away her makeup and reapplied it. "Anything else?"
"And... the Holy Son sent a message to the pavilion in advance, saying that he would open the Lotus Spring." The maid told everything she knew.
Lotus Spring for healing breakthroughs?
Tao Xian frowned, her voice urgent, "Brother Wuluo is injured?"
“No, but…” the maid hesitated and shook her head, “that woman’s left arm seems to be injured.”
An idea popped into Tao Xian's mind, but she subconsciously denied it.
Why would Brother Wuluo open the Lotus Spring for an outsider? She didn't even use the Lotus Spring after she was killed in the secret realm and returned!
But growing increasingly uneasy, Tao Xian couldn't sit still and led her maid to wait in front of the lotus steps ahead of time.
The entire Sacred Lotus Pavilion is situated on a suspended, terraced terrain, occupying a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy and sunlight. Each courtyard is located on a different suspended cliff, and various precious pools with spiritual water flowing from top to bottom. The upper hall reaches the top of ten thousand feet, faintly surrounded by rising clouds, with the fragrance of grass, trees and flowers constantly filling the air, making people yearn for it.
The lotus staircase is the first path to enter the Sacred Lotus Pavilion.
Tao Xian watched as a figure descended from the enormous Kunpeng in the distance. She quickly went to greet it, her smile even sweeter and more captivating.
But before she could even utter the words "Brother Wuluo," she froze.
The first man to descend had a fair complexion and a cold expression. His blue robes were as clean as jade branches and trees. His temperament was clear and cool, yet carried the fragrance of willows in spring. He was elegant and graceful. His eyes, when he looked back at her, seemed to hold the bright moon, making him seem unattainable.
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