Chapter 294 Only One Plate
Yes.
After sending the original owner's soul into the underworld, Mu Jianjian had already imagined that this day would come.
When you've cast aside all your past and have nothing left, those with resentment will be even more motivated to seek revenge. And it seems that Furong has done just that.
“We’ll keep to ourselves, so don’t block my way,” Furong said as she slowly walked behind me. She added softly, “Ah, I’m afraid you don’t have the strength to fight me right now.”
Mu Jianjian stroked the white ball nestled in her arms. "I won't stop you, but don't you know about the Dark Realm?"
Unlike her, who was an outsider, the original owner of the body, Furong, must have witnessed the destruction of the world firsthand.
“I know, so what?” Hibiscus glanced indifferently at the person and the beast in the room. “Compared to the destruction of the world, my revenge is definitely more important.”
She suddenly thought of something and laughed, "If the world were to perish before my great revenge is avenged, I would have a great regret."
Furong raised her eyes and pursed her lips, interrupting the girl who was about to speak. She walked slowly to the window, leaped up, and said, "This final gift is for you—"
"The current Celestial Emperor is Bai Ji, but he is all bark and no bite. He only holds his position by relying on his secret techniques. I don't know if I'm mistaken, but those people are intentionally or unintentionally tracking you. Unless it's a life-or-death crisis, you'd better not use those secret techniques."
"Thank you," Mu Jianjian said softly as she listened to the information the other party had given her.
"Goodbye," Hibiscus's body gradually blended into the moonlight, and she glanced at the girl one last time, "but it would be best if we never met again."
After saying that, he disappeared out of the window.
"System!" Mu Jianjian called out in her mind.
[Host, I'm here.] The voice from the wooden figure was still childish.
"Does your game progress even work? Ever since I came out of the Panmen, my progress hasn't changed at all, and all the blind boxes and other perks are gone," she complained, but that wasn't all she wanted to say. "Also, can you tell me why I can still encounter the original owner of the body from different timelines after transmigrating into the book?"
Cong Mu felt somewhat aggrieved. "These aren't my responsibilities; they're controlled by that mechanical female voice you heard last time, Host."
"Know nothing?" Mu Jianjian asked, confused and puzzled.
[In theory, the progress should be based on the content of the book, but don't worry, host, if there's a significant leap in progress, there will definitely be a reward.]
"What about the original owner?" She could understand that the Yellow Springs Realm, as a real third realm, did not have an absolute reference for the flow of time, but did the original owner have to be so shameless?
Although other people's grudges should be resolved by others, her personal feelings will still lean towards Sang Wanyue, okay!
[Host, could it be that the crack appeared in the sky?]
Seeing Mu's even more ignorant appearance, Mu Jianjian gave up on asking her questions. Not long after Furong left, Ye Xuanzhi jumped in through the window. It was almost midnight, and in the dead of night, only Mu Jianjian's room was still lit by candlelight.
"Actually, you don't have to go through the window."
She was initially worried when she saw the man covered in blood, but she was relieved after he explained that it was someone else's blood.
"No White Ball! Pointy!" Ye Xuanzhi didn't even hear the question. He walked up to the girl with a face full of grief and indignation, and only stopped himself from shaking her shoulders when he remembered that she was still seriously injured. "I searched all the attics! White Ball isn't here! But I can still clearly feel it... I'm really not a good owner..."
The man lowered his head further and further, and Mu Jianjian's arms, which were holding the white ball, stiffened upon hearing this. "Actually—"
"If I had known, I shouldn't have killed Ni Chang so decisively back then. I was too impulsive. I should have at least waited until she revealed the news about the White Group before taking action..." Ye Xuanzhi said with regret.
Meow~
As his voice grew softer, a cat's meow suddenly interrupted him.
Ye Xuanzhi then raised his head, staring incredulously at the white bundle of flesh in the girl's arms. After picking it up and examining it closely, he looked at Mu Jianjian and asked, "It...it...how did it get here? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to tell you, but seeing how agitated you are, I don't have time to talk to you..." Mu Jianjian frowned. "You just said you killed Ni Chang?"
“Yes.” Ye Xuanzhi nodded firmly, then asked, puzzled, “Is something wrong?”
"But you said earlier that your Xuanmen sect had arrived..."
"Yes, what's wrong?" He still didn't sense anything was wrong. In case someone from the Immortal Palace came, there would be help.
Mu Jianjian remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence: "We put on an act in front of Ni Chang for a long time, shifting the blame to Changsheng Tower and Tianqi Pavilion, but now that she's dead, the Immortal Palace will only point the finger at other targets."
For example, the Xuanmen cultivators who will be coming next.
If Fairy Ni Chang is insignificant, that's fine, but I'm afraid the Celestial Palace could use this to their advantage, which would be detrimental to the Xuanmen sect.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuanzhi immediately understood, and his expression turned somewhat grim.
Mu Jianjian raised her hand and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "It's okay. As long as you didn't leave any clues when you killed Ni Chang, and the Xuanmen didn't make a big fuss when they came, there's probably no problem."
“My mother will definitely come, and once she comes, my father will definitely follow,” he said hesitantly, recalling his mother’s impulsive nature. “Besides, my mother isn’t the type to keep a low profile.”
Mu Jianjian fell silent again.
"How about we leave the city tonight and meet them?" Ye Xuanzhi suggested.
——
When Mu Jianjian and the other two left Niyu City overnight, she made Awen and the others swear an oath again just in case, and then she changed into a new human skin mask and secretly slipped out of the city.
Before leaving the city, I gave them special instructions.
"If any outsiders come to register next, lead them with a female cultivator who uses ice-type secret techniques. Don't make things difficult for them, and cover for them. You'll be rewarded handsomely." Mu Jianjian tossed the fat man some spirit stones she had taken from the Immortal Pavilion in the city.
"Yes, yes, yes," the fat man's expression was noticeably more willing than before. He glanced at Awen, who had already started swearing an oath, and swallowed. "Grandma, we're already so familiar with each other, do we really need to swear an oath for everything?"
He was about to explain further when he gave in to the girl's cold gaze.
“Oh, right, remind them that someone wants to kill them,” Mu Jianjian said, lowering her eyes, “and further refine the jade slip records of me and my junior brother.”
After all, the woman named "Mu Yuanyuan" who descended to the mortal realm was killed in the chaos of Fairy Ni Chang's wedding banquet, along with her poor junior brother.
After leaving the city, the three of them quickly headed towards the Xuanmen. It wasn't until they were far away from Niyu City that they had time to stop and rest.
Do you have any news about your senior sister?
"I only used the jade slip to inform my parents." Ye Xuanzhi looked away, recalling his childhood with Murong Yunyan, and couldn't help but drift into a daze.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Mu Jianjian didn't ask any more questions. He continued to talk to himself, "Sometimes I am playful and don't like to cultivate, but my mother favors me and always pours all the resources in the sect into me. Many people gossip about me behind my back. Only Murong Yunyan is willing to play with me."
“Until that inner sect selection test, I won the final qualification, and from that day on, Murong Yunyan’s eyes changed.”
"Whether she thinks I'm unworthy or that I cheated, I am, after all, a beneficiary of the sect's resources, and I should naturally bear these strange looks. But I didn't expect her to think that I won by cheating and using connections."
"Later, their relationship wasn't as close as before. I always thought she resented me, but I never imagined she would betray her sect because of it..."
"You once told me to be careful of the spy inside the door. Thinking about it, it might be her."
Ye Xuanzhi's voice was filled with suppressed emotion. He raised his eyes, and the once arrogant young master's eyes showed an unprecedented weariness.
Mu Jianjian patted his shoulder reassuringly, "There's no need to dwell too much on the past. Everyone is different. She already sees you as an enemy to be eliminated. You need to adjust your mindset when facing Murong Yunyan next time."
“You’re right.” He took a deep breath, then suddenly looked at the girl. “But why did you warn me that there was a spy inside the door? And how did the white ball end up in your room?”
Seeing the other person fall silent, Ye Xuanzhi continued, his tone earnest and earnest, "Jianjian, I don't know if you've noticed, but since you woke up, your gaze has become much heavier. I'm your friend, and naturally I want to share your burdens."
On the street, a white-haired boy was selecting various magical artifacts. He was holding two artifacts in his hands, his eyes scanning them, seemingly particularly fond of anything related to metal. On his shoulder, a white cat was lazily stretching its body.
Ever since Chunbai stepped into the street and saw a shop selling magical artifacts, he would always go in and browse for a long time. Mu Jianjian naturally knew that this was his subconscious doing something, so she did not object and even gave him enough spirit stones.
She lifted her chin and looked away, meeting Ye Xuanzhi's dark eyes directly. "Because I am not from this world."
——
In the remaining time, she slowly and clearly recounted everything she knew and had experienced, only changing the "transmigration" and "original ending" into a more mysterious "dream message."
"Pfft—" Ye Xuanzhi burst out laughing, the first time he had laughed heartily all day. He slammed his fist on the teahouse table. "Jianjian, did you think I was in a bad mood lately and made up this story to cheer me up?"
Mu Jianjian clenched her fist tightly, ready to punch him. After he finished laughing, she slowly said in a hoarse voice, as if telling a story, "In my dream, you were very depressed and lonely. I have never seen you like this before. I think that you would only be like this after the Xuanmen has encountered a change."
Ye Xuanzhi stared into the girl's indifferent eyes and suddenly believed her words.
His breathing suddenly became labored. "So what you said about the Dark Realm is also true?"
"Well, I've wanted to tell you this for a while, but I haven't found the right time." Mu Jianjian turned her head to the shop selling magical artifacts on the side of the street, and after scanning around, she did not find the boy and the white cat.
"I knew the Celestial Palace was researching that damn 'Manluo,' but I had no idea those liquids were made from that stuff?" Ye Xuanzhi felt a chill run down his spine. "No, I have to tell my parents about this. They definitely—"
"Wait, forget about that for now," Mu Jianjian said, pulling his arm toward the side of the street. "Pure White and White Ball have disappeared!"
Before Ye Xuanzhi could fully process the information the other party had just given him, he shifted his attention and spread his divine sense outwards, saying, "I've found Bai Tuan. Follow me."
After he finished speaking, he turned at a street corner and ran towards the busiest alley in the street. The two were about to rush into a pavilion when they were stopped by the servants at the door.
"What would you two like to do?"
Before the man could finish speaking, the handsome young man at the head of the group took out two spirit stones and threw them into his hand.
Seeing the man's impatient expression instantly turn into a fawning one, "Please, gentlemen, may I show you the way? Our pavilion stores countless fine materials for magical artifacts—"
Mu Jianjian didn't hear him finish speaking. Instead, Ye Xuanzhi gritted his teeth and said, "I knew Bai Tuan wouldn't stay quiet. It must have thought there was something delicious here and rushed over again."
“Wait,” she said, stopping slowly in the opulent building. “I smell a familiar scent.”
"Huh? Is it a white ball?"
People moved freely among the various material displays in the building, each person looking natural as they selected their preferred materials. Only Mu Jianjian stopped, her gaze turning serious.
"No, it's the person we last met in Neon Feather City."
She turned to look at Ye Xuanzhi and whispered, "The scent in the air is always masked by various factors, but his is not; it's very clear here."
"Luckily, I wore a human skin mask." Ye Xuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. "If we're careful, we'll be fine. We can't be that unlucky, can we?"
Mu Jianjian looked at his handsome other face and recalled how he had spent an hour choosing a mask, and was a little speechless.
Where is the white ball?
"Come with me."
Ye Xuanzhi slowly walked up to the second floor. Both of them held their breath. Mu Jianjian was delighted to find that the man's breath stopped here.
Before they could even celebrate for a moment, a voice came from around the corner, "Find it for me."
The second floor consists entirely of private rooms, with no trace of any ingredients. If this excuse is discovered, it will be immediately obvious.
Before Mu Jianjian could make up her mind, Ye Xuanzhi turned his head and shook his head at her. His white hair slowly grew out, his expression turned distant and indifferent, and his whole temperament changed.
The next moment, the surrounding Qi changed, and it seemed that a transparent wall stood in front of the two of them. Mu Jianjian was surprised to find that the master and servant who came from around the corner did not notice them at all!
Is this one of the mystical arts?
"But Your Majesty, most of the guests here are of extraordinary status. If—"
The servant's words were abruptly interrupted by the man, "Do you know what I threw away? It was the best material in the world for refining magical artifacts, and there was only one of its kind in the world."
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