Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

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Si Chi also sat down with a thud. The scholar's voice was full of confusion, "Brother Lin... what did you say? My, my master..." was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years? The scholar was covered in cold sweat.

Qingyan ignored Si Chi and smiled sweetly at the old Taoist priest, her smile as gentle as could be, her voice the same, "Senior Mo, are you still going to pretend?"

The old Taoist's face turned bright red, his cheeks puffed out in anger, and he opened his mouth to yell. Qingyan's voice rang out again, lazy and extremely shameless, "If you keep pretending, keep pretending, or I'll beat you up."

Chapter 318: Unwillingness

Small, slender fingers stretched and retracted, flashing in front of him. Mo Guzi suddenly shivered, touched his still-aching knee, swallowed hard, and pulled his head back.

Qingyan, with a wolfish smile, squatted down in front of him, looking down at him. Her eyes crinkled as she softly coaxed, "Senior Mo Guzi, don't worry, I'm always very reasonable. I won't hit or bully people randomly." —Yeah, right.

"Really?" Mo Gu Zi's eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly.

Qingyan suppressed a laugh, her face full of sincerity, and nodded vigorously, "Of course."

Mo Guzi seemed relieved, patting his chest with a sigh of relief. Suddenly remembering something, his face filled with anger and resentment. He spat repeatedly, jumped up angrily, pointed at Qingyan, and roared, "You brat, you know I'm Mo Guzi, how dare you treat me like this?! Huh?!"

"Then how should I treat you?" Qingyan found it amusing.

Mo Gu Zi proudly raised his head, puffed out his chest, put his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth in front of her a few times. He cleared his throat and said, "Girl, quickly call me Master."

Qingyan and Songhu exchanged glances, both exasperated.

"Why aren't you calling?" Mo Gu Zi complained.

"Why should I call you master?" Qingyan rolled her eyes.

"Aren't you my disciple's wife? Of course you should call me Master!" Mo Gu Zi said indignantly, "Where did that brat Mo Yu run off to? It's too much for me to have to fight for my rights in something like this! It's just too much!!"

Mo Gu Zi called out angrily for a long time, but no one responded. Only then did she belatedly realize that the atmosphere around her was, uh, something seemed a little off.

He stopped, blinked his small eyes, and looked surprised.

Uh, those four kids were supposed to be pretty clever, so how come they're all like clay statues now? Mouths agape, looking completely dumbfounded...

And then there's that snow-white, bewitching little pine fox. Why is it looking at him like that? Its eyes are so gloomy and pitying, as if... as if he stole some beloved treasure from it, or as if it's looking at a hapless soul destined for disaster. Ugh, ugh, ugh, it must be mistaken. It can't be looking at him...

A strong sense of unease rose in Mo Gu Zi's heart, and he turned his head away, trembling.

Outside, the maid, who had changed her clothes and fetched water again, had just reached the door when she suddenly heard a scream from inside the house. Startled, she shuddered, and with a clatter, her clothes were soaked through again.

The maid stood there stunned for a moment, then screamed and ran away.

Chapter 319: The Main Topic

Qingyan clapped her hands and smiled nonchalantly, "Alright, now we can get down to business."

Mo Gu Zi rubbed his other bruised eye, furious but unable to speak. Heavens above! He had been respected and held a revered position for centuries; when had he ever been bullied like this? And to be caught red-handed by the maid who had just brought him clean water? Thinking of the maid's dumbfounded, ghost-like expression, he felt utterly dejected. His glorious image was ruined in an instant.

That brat Mo Yu, when did he actually bring such a formidable girl along? It's outrageous! Hmph—

A small hand suddenly reached out in front of him, and Mo Guzi jumped back in fright as if by reflex. "What are you doing?"

Qingyan rolled her eyes at him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you."

He then noticed that Qingyan was still holding his spiritual net in her hand, breathed a sigh of relief, blushed, and hurriedly reached out to take it. Unexpectedly, Qingyan suddenly withdrew her hand, raised an eyebrow, and smiled slyly, "Senior Gu Zi, you just said that this was formed from your spiritual power, right?"

Mo Gu Zi had no sense of danger whatsoever. He glanced at her smugly, puffed out his chest, and said, "Of course. I've lived for hundreds of years. My cultivation techniques are vast and profound, all of them are Mahayana immortal methods. How could they be equivalent to your little fists and kicks? Humph, low-level and inferior techniques, you're better off not learning them."

Qingyan dared to mock him for being incompetent, and he had been holding a grudge ever since. The more he talked, the more he felt he had gone astray. Back when he was just a lowly novice Daoist, he was already known as a child prodigy in his sect. He learned cultivation techniques a hundred times faster than ordinary people, which was why he had maintained his incorruptible body for hundreds of years. For cultivators, becoming an immortal was the most important thing; who would bother with such vulgar things as petty squabbles among worldly people? Humph!

Mo Gu Zi shook his head dismissively. "Heavenly Dao Cloud..."

"Tian Daoyun, how can you re-disperse and absorb spiritual energy through your spiritual network?" Qingyan interjected with a smile.

"Tch, that's easy, just use this technique..." Mo Gu Zi hadn't thought of anything else, reciting a long string of incantations before belatedly asking in surprise, "Huh, why are you asking this?"

"Ah—" Mo Gu Zi screamed in agony, watching helplessly as the damned girl chanted incantations and transformed his spiritual net into a wisp of white smoke. The white smoke surged and gradually disappeared into Song Hu's body.

Then, a peerless, dead monster emerged from the white smoke.

Chapter 320: Pill Furnace

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Mo Gu Zi thought, "My spiritual network, it takes hundreds of years of spiritual energy to form!" He collapsed to the ground, suddenly bursting into tears, kicking his legs frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Qingyan was speechless.

"Is it really that big of a deal? It's just a small net, right? You can just make another one. Be good, Senior Gu, don't cry." Qingyan patiently squatted down to coax him.

Make another one? Mo Gu Zi sobbed, almost unable to breathe. Making another one? His precious baby, ahhhhhhh—

"Well, at worst, I'll help you cultivate," Qingyan pouted. Honestly, she's hundreds of years old, yet she's still so shameless, crying like this, it makes one feel strange.

The crying stopped abruptly, and Mo Gu Zi's small eyes darted around through her fingers, "Really?"

Qingyan rolled her eyes, then suddenly turned around and saw a certain dead monster leisurely wandering around, completely ignoring this side, studying the small pills on the ground. She was so angry that she pointed at him and said, "Look, do you know that monster has at least a thousand years of cultivation? If you want to cultivate immortality, asking him will definitely help."

Before Qingyan could react, she saw Mo Guzi's face turn to horror. He leaped up like a gray shadow, shouting and yelling, and rushed towards his demon master.

"Run!" The demon master teleported over, grabbed Qingyan, and ran outside as fast as he could.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The master smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared, his long black hair flying up and brushing against Qingyan's face, carrying a faint fragrance. "I stole that old Taoist's alchemy furnace."

Qingyan asked curiously, "Why did you steal his alchemy furnace?"

The master said proudly, "You don't know this, do you? His alchemy furnace is a real treasure."