Pu Menglan took the spiritual spring water and drank it all in one gulp. She knew that this spiritual spring water was precious, and Wei Qinghe had used a lot of good things on her these past few days.
The smile on her face gradually disappeared, and her tone became cold and stern.
"Besides these pill formulas, the Lingdan Sect also had a Heavenly Golden Furnace, but unfortunately it was tricked away by Fang Wei'an back then."
Wei Qinghe glanced at Fang Yun, who nodded with a complicated expression.
"Since it belongs to the Spirit Pill Sect, it should be taken back."
“The people of the Spirit Pill Sect are not as talented as you in alchemy, Qinghe, would you like to come with me to the City That Never Sleeps?” Pu Menglan already had a plan.
“He’s getting married, so naturally I should support him. The things from the Spirit Pill Sect should also be taken back.”
"Of course." Wei Qinghe was already heading to the City That Never Sleeps anyway.
“Mother…” Fang Yun wanted to ruin the wedding, but she didn’t want her mother to witness it all.
"Qinghe..." She couldn't persuade Pu Menglan, so she hoped that Wei Qinghe could try to persuade her.
Wei Qinghe poured a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to Fang Yun, saying sincerely, "Sister Yun, we must trust Aunt Lan."
With her and Daoist Fuyue around, Pu Menglan won't suffer any losses in the City That Never Sleeps.
Meeting Wei Qinghe's clear eyes and feeling the pressure of her fingertips, he didn't voice his objections.
Under the control of Daoist Fuyue, the spirit boat flew out of the Lingdan Sect.
Watching the spirit boat sail away, the disciples of the Spirit Pill Sect were filled with mixed emotions.
"Fellow Daoist Wei is so outstanding, yet we actually helped Mei Wushuang frame her. If her cultivation and combat power were even slightly weaker, she would probably already be dead."
“If we kill her, Daoist Fuyue and the Lingzong Sect will not let the Lingdan Sect off the hook.”
"Mei Wushuang and his disciple are truly despicable. They lost to Fellow Daoist Wei in the City of Never Sleeps, and it was Mei Wushuang who suggested running naked..."
So many days have passed, and some people have also uploaded information about Flying Immortal City to the jade slip.
Many disciples of the Lingdan Sect also witnessed the scene of Mei Wushuang and her disciples running naked.
"That's right, she's really cunning. If I see her again, I won't be polite."
However, what they didn't know was that Mei Wushuang, whom they despised and hated, was hiding at the foot of Lingdan Sect Mountain.
Mei Wushuang was covered in wounds, her cheeks were swollen and red, and her clothes were disheveled, revealing ambiguous red marks on her skin.
As she watched the spirit boat fly by, she felt even more jealous and resentful.
Looking at the expanse of azure blue robes at the bow of the ship, her heart ached even more.
"Wei Qinghe, you have caused me so much suffering, I will not let you get away with this."
"Daoist Fuyue, one day I will make you kneel at my feet."
"I'll make your entire Spirit Pill Sect regret this!"
"What are you still looking at? Do you still think Daoist Fuyue can see you?" Daoist Minghua's angry voice came from behind the tree.
He grabbed Mei Wushuang's wrist. "Fool, if it weren't for you, I would still be a high and mighty elder of the Spirit Pill Sect..."
The stark contrast between the glorious elder of the Lingdan Sect and the homeless, destitute dog that everyone wanted to kill caused his mind to become twisted.
Ignoring Mei Wushuang's struggles, he raised his hand again and tore the already tattered dress apart.
"Master, please...please don't do it here..."
Mei Wushuang, filled with terror, tried to dodge, but then received another slap on the face from Daoist Minghua.
The slap was so forceful that it caused blood to flow continuously from the corner of her mouth.
Minghua Daozun had a ferocious face and looked particularly frightening.
"Not here? Where do you want to be? On Daoist Fuyue's bed?"
Don't forget, you're a complete novice, only a teenager, and you've already climbed into my bed. What haven't we done together?
"Even now, do you still think about Daoist Fuyue? If you really only cared about him, you would have been in my bed when you were just a teenager."
Mei Wushuang instantly forgot to resist or struggle, letting Minghua Daozun do as he pleased.
...
The spirit boat was very fast, and Daoist Fuyue had prepared food and drink well in advance.
Because of Pu Menglan's presence, Daoist Fuyue has become much more restrained and has mostly been cultivating.
Wei Qinghe was obsessed with the pill formulas copied from the treasure vault, and he would refine pills right on the deck.
Fang Yun and Qi Cheng took care of Pu Menglan from the side.
Pu Menglan looked at her prospective son-in-law and became more and more satisfied.
"Qi Cheng, who else is in your family?"
Qi Cheng was overjoyed, but said somewhat shyly, "My family is from Longquan Town..."
Just then, a surging black cloud suddenly appeared above the spirit boat.
A powerful pressure descended, and a deep voice, deliberately amplified, rang out, "Those who know what's good for them will immediately hand over their Qiankun Bag and send out the spirit boat."
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