Chapter 3 A Human Battlefield
Mu Jianjian hurriedly swallowed the last bite of bean sprouts, turned to look at Chi Wenqing, and said, "I have to do something first. You can eat slowly."
Not yet satisfied with what she had said, she paused to think for a moment, then took out a red token from her sleeve. The token had intricate patterns and was engraved with a large character "慕" (Mu).
The original owner's father specially commissioned this magical artifact for Mu Jianjian, who had no cultivation. It allowed her to roam freely within the sect and could even withstand the true energy of those below the Nascent Soul stage.
"Here, take this. Use it to call a physician in the Imperial Academy, then go to the Personnel Hall to change your clothes. Tell the servants if you need anything else." Without waiting for the other person's reaction, Mu Jianjian tossed the token out and ran out the door.
She is not Mu Jianjian—this was Chi Wenqing's first thought.
This is different from my previous life; this is getting interesting.
After accepting the token, Chi Wenqing watched as the woman in pink left with the servant. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and turned his gaze to the window, where he saw pear blossoms in full bloom, which he had not seen for a long time.
A pear blossom drifted into his hand. He stared at it for a moment and then smiled. A burst of blue flame emerged from his fingertips and burned the petal to ashes. As the fragments scattered in the wind, Chi Wenqing vanished from the room.
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Outside the office, Luo Han had just finished being tortured and walked into the alley. She gritted her teeth and trembled as she took out a medicine bottle and swallowed a pill. Her back was covered with bruises from being beaten with special chains. The pill could relieve the pain slightly but could not completely heal the wounds.
It's all Chi Wenqing's fault... and Mu Jianjian's too. The tricks that used to work didn't work this time... and that Third Elder is such an old-fashioned person, he doesn't even give her father any face...
"Once my wounds heal, I will definitely—" Luo Han said hatefully.
Before the words were finished, a male voice rang out, "What do you really need?"
She turned her head abruptly and saw a man in a cloud-patterned brocade robe on the treetop, with a faint smile that sent a chill down her spine.
What's Chi Wenqing doing here?
Luo Han's eyes widened as she was about to speak when a blue-black flame instantly filled her eyes. A piercing tearing sensation spread from her head to all parts of her body, and before she could scream, she lost consciousness.
In just a moment, the vibrant woman in red was reduced to a pile of black bone fragments.
Chi Wenqing had a gentle smile and an elegant demeanor. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making him appear like the high and mighty moon. He didn't seem to be there to kill, but rather to admire the scenery.
"Boring."
Mu Jianjian is much more interesting.
Buddha's Heart Grass... Ms. Sang... Is she the one he's thinking of?
Chi Wenqing's smile deepened.
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Mu Jianjian picked up the Buddha Heart Grass from the outer hall and rushed to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall. She was devastated and had no idea where the problem was. She had made all the arrangements to avoid meeting the female lead, Sang Wanyue!
She still remembers how it was described in the book—
Sang Wanyue glanced disdainfully at Mu Jianjian, then grabbed her neck with her right hand and said, "I will repay everything you have done to me," before tossing her to the ground like a rag doll.
Nobody wants to be a rag!
Although Mu Jianjian is a bit dim-witted, she never intended to harm you! It's all that scumbag Ye Wuluo's fault—
"Jianjian." A deep, magnetic male voice came from behind her, and Mu Jianjian, who had just settled in front of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, felt a sense of foreboding.
Turning around, I saw a handsome man with peach blossom eyes waving a fan.
The man was dressed in a flamboyant red robe, with a golden crown and jade belt. His phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and his lips were red and his teeth white as if they were filled with wine. He wore a dazzling smile and stood there silently, a picture of elegance and charm.
If Chi Wenqing is a celestial being with a bright and clear mind, then this man is a demon beneath the hibiscus flower.
Isn't this exactly what Ye Wuluo looks like in the novel?
Oh no, what the hell is he doing here?
Mu Jianjian was momentarily speechless.
In the novel, Ye Wuluo and Mu Jianjian had already met before Ye Wuluo was the Holy Son of the Holy Lotus Pavilion. They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and he promised to protect Mu Jianjian, who had no cultivation, forever. However, their acquaintance was beautiful, but the ending was tragic. Even when the original owner of the body turned into a pile of white bones in the snake cave, he was still deeply in love with Sang Wanyue.
Mu Jianjian's mind raced for a moment before she finally understood. From Ye Wuluo's perspective, the woman in pink was just staring blankly, her face as smooth as jade, with a slight blush on her cheeks. He assumed she was just shy.
Ye Wulu shook his gold-threaded fan and walked closer, noticing the glass box she was holding.
"Isn't this the Buddha's Heart Grass that I had someone send over? Jianjian, you're not well, why did you come all the way here to get it?"
So he thought the servants hadn't delivered it?
A thought suddenly struck Mu Jianjian, "I don't need this... I told them not to send it over..."
Ye Wuluo looked down, his peach blossom eyes like a deep pool, and gently patted Mu Jianjian's forehead with his fan. "This Buddha Heart Grass is extremely precious. Only you deserve it. How can it be given to others so casually?"
Oh, so it was all because of you.
Mu Jianjian popped the pink bubbles around her one by one. She calmed herself down, ignored him, and walked straight into the Chinese medicine hall.
"You're already annoyed? You're so gentle and prone to throwing tantrums. How can my Jianjian be so adorable?" Ye Wuluo's thin lips curled into a smile as he glanced at the onlookers, causing many of the female disciples to blush.
What a terrible thing!
Mu Jianjian thought of the plot in the book where Ye Wuluo used Sang Wanyue as a substitute for the original owner to go to Wushan together, and couldn't help but quicken her pace. When she saw a figure engrossed in reading in front of a row of herbal medicine cabinets, her eyes lit up, "Uncle Guo!"
She ran over quickly and asked, "Did anyone come to ask for this Buddha Heart Grass today, Uncle Guo?"
Uncle Guo is the manager of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall, the most skilled physician in the Xuan Shuang Sect, and also the Second Elder.
Uncle Guo waved his hand and carefully turned a page of the tattered ancient book. "No, no, why are you paying attention to these things, little girl? Running around like this, you should stay in your room and rest."
That's good, she still has time!
Mu Jianjian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to hand over the glass box, but in the blink of an eye, the box was in a pair of well-defined hands.
What came into view was Ye Wuluo's devilishly handsome face.
Mu Jianjian took a deep breath. The one who could stop her from completing the mission could be Chi Wenqing, or it could be Sang Wanyue, but it definitely wouldn't be Ye Wuluo!
“Jianjian, please don’t be angry with me. I know you’re upset that I haven’t come to see you lately,” Ye Wuluo said, as if coaxing a child. “The Xuan Tian Secret Realm will open in a few months, and there will be many things to do in the pavilion, which is why I’ve delayed until today.”
A once-in-a-century cultivation genius who reached the Core Formation stage at twenty, the head disciple of the Holy Lotus Pavilion Master, and the Holy Son admired by thousands across the continent, apologized and explained to her in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall as if no one else was there. If it were the real Mu Jianjian, she would have been heartbroken and breathless. Unfortunately, the soul inside the shell had long since changed.
She was not the original Mu Jianjian, and she knew that the childhood sweetheart relationship was unreliable. Ye Wuluo's love was too deep and too absolute. When he loved Mu Jianjian, he could dig out Sang Wanyue's meridians, and when he loved Sang Wanyue, he could also be indifferent to Mu Jianjian.
“Brother Wuluo,” Mu Jianjian raised her standard fake smile, trying to imitate the original owner’s tone, “I’ve never been angry with you. I’m just happy that you came to see me. It’s just that this Buddha Heart Grass is useless to me. It’s better to leave it in the Chinese Medicine Hall for someone who needs it more.”
Mu Jianjian was sincere. She glanced around and saw a disciple hiding and watching the gossip with a somewhat broken expression. Then she saw a woman dressed in burlap clothes with a cold face stride into the TCM hall and look up at her.
Even though she was dressed in a dark robe, it couldn't hide the woman's extraordinary aura. Her eyes were like water, reflecting the people around her, yet she seemed to care about no one. They were cold and indifferent. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye set off her unadorned face, adding a touch of bewitching beauty.
The woman fixed her gaze on Ye Wuluo, who was standing next to Mu Jianjian, her eyes flashing with endless hatred.
Mu Jianjian was stunned. Wasn't this Sang Wanyue?
What a hellish scene this is!
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