Chapter 36 In Remembrance
After the refreshing herbs were gradually removed, a double-layered net was revealed.
It turned out that these refreshing herbs were woven into this net with a fixed pattern, and the middle of the net was also filled with a large amount of refreshing herbs, and their spirituality was well preserved. Ji Rong was immediately inspired by her weaving talent and had an idea.
She needs to repair this mat.
So she directed the clawed Gu Qingqing to remove the damaged Qingxin Grass; for each Qingxin Grass removed from the grid, she would replace it with a Fire Spirit Grass; this method was slow but effective, and for a short time, they no longer had to worry about the loss of spiritual essence from the spiritual materials.
When Ji Zhuang returned home that evening, he looked at the mat for a while, corrected his sister's weaving method, and also straightened out the pattern of the fire spirit grass. Although Ji Zhuang only made a small corner of it, the mat subtly exuded a warm and tranquil aura.
It took fifteen days and three repairs to finally finish making the mat.
The repaired cushion was a size larger than before, warm and comfortable, with fire patterns swirling on its surface.
It could have been even bigger, but with this idea in mind, Gu Qingqing suggested that Ji Rong and Ji Zhuang weave the remaining useful spiritual herbs into their nest.
Although their nest didn't have a spirit-locking network cable for fixation, this kind of weaving method itself could lock in a certain amount of spiritual energy and prevent it from dissipating. Ji Rong and Ji Zhuang readily agreed.
They not only wove comfortable and soft spiritual herbs into their own nests, but also wove quite a few into Wu Buyu's nest.
Six months have almost passed, and Ji Zhuang goes out every day to look around, hoping to see his master return. He really misses him.
After finishing weaving the mats, they sorted and packed the other spiritual materials into jade boxes. Gu Qingqing continued to help Ji Rong organize the things in the storage ring.
This batch of supplies is mainly divided into four parts: thousands of different spiritual herbs, 100,000 spirit crystals, and some gems that can help with healing.
The fourth part is rather miscellaneous, containing a few drops of immortal spring water, a jade calf, long-dead poisonous insects and poison techniques, golden silkworm silk, dragon threads for making puppets, seals, and identity travel permits...
Ji Rong also saw two spiritually potent calming grass cushions inside. She happily picked them up and put one in Wu Buyu's nest and one in their nest.
After Gu Qingqing finished organizing the supplies, she stared blankly at the small bottle of immortal spring water.
The Immortal Spring is a precious item for ordinary cultivators like them, because it can help Gu Qingqing's body regrow some of the flesh that was bitten off by the Gu worms.
So, was this a gift from her mother, or something Aunt Huang left for her?
Gu Qingqing knew that now was not the time to think about these things. She shook her head and asked Ji Zhuang about Hong Xiangwan's situation at the Jade Beauty Pavilion.
Ji Zhuang shook his head and replied, "It is said that after she went mad and left, she never came back."
The land that was originally the Jade Beauty Pavilion has been taken over by the Magnificent Demoness from the water. Now, her daughter, Jin Xin, runs a restaurant called Yingjiao Courtyard. Master said that place still caters exclusively to male cultivators.
Gu Qingqing understood that Jinxiu had some background; she had dragon blood, so it wasn't surprising that she could come ashore from the water and win the Jade Beauty Pavilion.
Did she know that the clan knew about Hong Xiangwan's madness? What was her mother's attitude towards Hong Xiangwan?
Three hundred years have passed. For the first one hundred and fifty years, she was carefree and was the third young lady of the Fire Fox Clan, highly praised by all the demons.
A hundred years later, she was imprisoned in the backyard and forced to turn to the shady art of Gu poison. Did her mother really not know...? Perhaps... she did know, so why didn't she stop her...?
Thinking of this, Gu Qingqing gave a self-deprecating smile. Why did her mother, Gu Chan, stop her? She should have wanted a useless daughter even less.
What was Xiao Jun doing when I was injured? Did he try to fight for me? ...Or did he just stay in that courtyard wallowing in self-pity?
As she pondered, two lines of tears silently streamed down Gu Qingqing's face. In these three hundred years, only Huang Pinjie had ever truly and bravely warmed her heart, but she had been dead for ten years.
Gu Qingqing watched Ji Rong diligently simmering the soup and took a small handful of sugar from her storage ring.
This is made by stir-frying spirit rice with spirit hazelnuts. In order to preserve it, a lot of spirit honey is added. She had seen it in Hong Xiangwan's room. It must have been specially requested by her aunt.
She took one and ate it, then put the rest in a bowl and gave it to Ji Rong, saying, "Arong... little sister, this is for you."
Ji Rong looked up at the paw that had handed her the candy; its glossy yellow fur was mixed with white, resembling Huang Pinjie. But Ji Rong knew it wasn't.
The deceased elders will never return, so memories should remain the same.
Gu Qingqing is Gu Qingqing. Even though she has many of Huang Pinjie's traits and some of Huang Auntie's habits, she is still Gu Qingqing.
She took the handful of candy, left a few for Ji Zhuang, and ate them slowly. She said to Gu Qingqing, "You look a lot like Aunt Huang now."
Gu Qingqing looked directly at her and said, "Yes, she still exists inside my body."
"But you are still you."
"Yes, I am still me, but she is also inside me."
Ji Rong touched the paw and felt regret. When Ji Er and Qing Shi accompanied Aunt Huang, did they ever think about this situation?
She had many thoughts, but the spiritual candy was made with top-grade spiritual materials. The immense spiritual power washed over Ji Rong's meridians, instantly pulling her sorrowful and dejected soul back to reality.
Pain, immense pain; Ji Rong's meridians could no longer expand.
But those meridians seemed to have their own ideas and still wanted to expand; they clamored, extended, and twisted within her body.
The spiritual energy inside was so dense it had become dripping water, leaving Ji Rong feeling dizzy and disoriented.
In a daze, she saw a tiny seed inside her body, swirling in a vortex of spiritual energy, seemingly unable to find a place to settle. Ji Rong tried to grab it, but couldn't muster the strength.
Gu Qingqing watched as Ji Rong's breathing suddenly became chaotic, and then blood began to gush from Ji Rong's eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
As blood flowed to the ground, Ji Rong's breath became intermittent, and she was clearly on the verge of death.
Gu Qingqing hurriedly searched through her storage ring, hoping to find some miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life, but she only found the same few items no matter how hard she looked.
She then found a 500-year-old spiritual ginseng and tried to stuff it into Ji Rong's mouth, but it wouldn't go in at all, nor would it go in with any pills; Gu Qingqing hardened her heart and poured three drops of immortal spring water into Ji Rong's mouth.
It wasn't that she was reluctant to part with it, but rather that the Immortal Spring was special, containing immense energy.
She heard that some people couldn't resist drinking some of it and exploded on the spot. She wasn't sure if it would work, and even if it did, how much could Ji Rong withstand?
After being given three drops, Ji Rong's bleeding slowed down a bit, and her breathing improved slightly, but only slightly.
Seeing that Ji Rong was showing signs of improvement, Gu Qingqing continued to drip the elixir from the small bottle into Ji Rong's mouth. One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops, five drops... ten drops. Ji Rong's breathing gradually stabilized. Although her skin and flesh were torn apart, her heart was beating strongly. It seemed that her life had been saved for the time being. Gu Qingqing did not dare to move Ji Rong and just held her there.
In a daze, Ji Rong felt as if her soul was being torn apart by the twisting and tearing of her meridians. She tried to grab that elusive seed, but she could never reach it.
Suddenly, a gentle and balanced power entered her body drop by drop. This power caused the spiritual energy to flow into her meridians, and she saw the eight meridians gradually converge into a stream of spiritual energy.
At the end of the spiritual stream, there was a platform formed by a thick spiritual liquid. Floating atop the platform was a swollen seed, absorbing the spiritual liquid and gradually growing larger.
Ji Rong was swept into the seed by the spiritual flow of her meridians, and then she was plunged into darkness.
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