Chapter 33
The blue-clad woman agreed to sit down and talk with them, and the tense atmosphere immediately eased. Heng Yu didn’t dispel the confinement formation but stepped forward and, saying “Excuse me,” helped the injured woman up.
The confinement formation only restricted the flow of spiritual energy within the woman’s body, not her movements.
She took a deep breath and walked forward, not refusing Heng Yu’s help.
“You’re still injured. Are you sure you’re alright?” Liaowu frowned.
“I’m much better after taking the pill,” Heng Yu said.
Liaowu had initially wanted to help support the woman, but he changed his mind and turned to Mu Huan. “Lord Mu, could you please help this Fellow Daoist?”
As Mu Huan supported her, the blue-clad woman looked at Liaowu intently.
Seeing them walk away, Yuanjing, who had been frozen in place, slowly followed, silently shaking his nine-ring tin staff.
Liaonian stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the street below.
Seeing Heng Yu and the others appear, he ran down to the first floor.
He arrived just as they entered the restaurant.
After looking Liaowu up and down and confirming he was unharmed, Liaonian sighed in relief.
Then his gaze fell on Heng Yu, and he was stunned: There were traces of blood on her lips and neck, and her black dress was stained with dirt.
“Lord Luo, are you injured?” Liaonian asked.
Heng Yu raised an eyebrow. “Little Monk, are you actually concerned about me?”
The worry on Liaonian’s face instantly turned to anger.
He was now certain that her injuries weren’t serious.
“Let’s go inside,” Heng Yu chuckled softly.
Liaonian finally noticed the blue-clad woman she was supporting and Xiaoyaozi and his disciples following behind.
He regretfully patted his forehead and stepped back to let them in.
The first floor of the restaurant was too public, so Heng Yu led them to her room.
A vase with an early blooming plum blossom sat on the table. The calligraphy set Heng Yu had used earlier was still spread out on the table.
Mu Huan walked over and, seeing Heng Yu’s elegant calligraphy, raised an eyebrow in surprise.
She hadn’t known Heng Yu had such good handwriting.
There were only four chairs in the room. Liaonian, quick-witted, ran to his room to fetch more.
Soon, everyone was seated.
Heng Yu poured each of them a cup of tea.
The blue-clad woman, finding her cloak stuffy, took off the hood.
Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, framing her beautiful face. The hibiscus flower tattoo bloomed vividly at the corner of her eye.
Looking at her face, Heng Yu understood why Yuanjing had fallen for her.
—The woman and Wu Mei had a similar type of beauty, but she was even more seductive, more alluring, more captivating.
Such beauty could easily become vulgar.
But on her, it was simply stunning.
Xiaoyaozi, holding his teacup, finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
He stared at the blue-clad woman and sneered. “Demonic woman, what do you have to say about harming my eldest disciple with your yang-absorbing technique?”
“What’s there to say? Matters between a man and a woman are consensual,” the woman chuckled softly.
“Absurd!” Xiaoyaozi slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and pointed at her. “It was a crucial time for the Dao Sect’s preaching. My eldest disciple wouldn’t disregard the bigger picture. Besides, how could he possibly be interested in a demonic woman like you from the Hehuan Sect?”
Hearing his words, Heng Yu raised an eyebrow, and Mu Huan snorted softly.
“Senior Xiaoyaozi, please calm down,” Dao Zhuo said, sensing the tension.
Besides the blue-clad woman, there were also two young masters of the Hehuan Sect in this room. Even if there was a reason, his words were considered offensive.
Xiaoyaozi took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.
“May I ask how to address Fellow Daoist?” Heng Yu asked, ignoring Xiaoyaozi and taking over the conversation.
Mu Huan answered directly, “Mi Yi, chief disciple of the Hehuan Sect, three hundred years ago.”
Sect disciples were generally divided into outer and inner disciples.
But inner disciples were further divided into ordinary inner disciples and direct disciples of elders and the sect leader.
Among them, the strongest of the younger generation, the one most qualified to inherit the leadership, was known as the “chief disciple.”
Heng Yu had known Mi Yi’s identity wasn’t ordinary, but she hadn’t expected her to be so high-ranking.
Why would someone with such status betray the Hehuan Sect? And why would she practice the forbidden technique?
Heng Yu was increasingly curious about the secrets of three hundred years ago.
Mi Yi sneered coldly. “That identity is long gone. Mentioning it only brings shame to the Hehuan Sect.”
Heng Yu frowned. “Then why did you practice the yang-absorbing technique?”
Mi Yi replied frankly, “As the former chief disciple, it wasn’t difficult for me to access such forbidden techniques. Half a year ago, I was injured by a Spirit Transformation cultivator, and my cultivation dropped to the early stage of Nascent Soul. My foundation was damaged, and I could only rely on the yang-absorbing technique to recover.”
“You—” Xiaoyaozi was furious.
Mi Yi smiled indifferently. “That’s all. I have nothing more to say. Do as you wish.”
“Since this demonic woman said ‘do as you wish,’ then let’s use her life to compensate for my disciple’s lost cultivation,” Xiaoyaozi said coldly, standing up.
He wanted to kill this demonic woman to avenge his disciple.
Hearing this, Yuanjing, who had been sitting silently behind Mi Yi, quickly raised his nine-ring tin staff.
The atmosphere in the room became tense again.
Heng Yu suddenly chuckled softly. “It doesn’t seem appropriate to fight in my room.”
Her calm voice defused the tension.
Seeing everyone look at her, Heng Yu lazily played with the plum blossom in the vase. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re currently experiencing Qi deviation?”
The original body had experienced Qi deviation before, and Mi Yi’s current condition was very similar to Heng Yu’s when she first transmigrated.
Mi Yi smiled. “The yang-absorbing technique is forbidden by the Hehuan Sect not only because it goes against the natural order but also because it’s extremely unstable.”
“You’re right. I’m experiencing Qi deviation and don’t have much time left.”
“So what? You brought this upon yourself!” Xiaoyaozi sneered. “Do you think your impending death can compensate for the harm you caused my disciple?”
Mi Yi glanced at him and twirled her storage ring. “There are six heavenly treasures inside that can repair a damaged foundation. I originally collected them for myself, but in my current condition, they’re useless to me. Give them to your disciple and those three Dao Sect disciples. As for the other things in the storage ring, consider them compensation.”
Before her cultivation dropped, Mi Yi was at least at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.
The contents of her storage ring were her life’s collection.
Xiaoyaozi’s eyes widened. “You—”
“You can refuse the compensation and choose to kill me.”
“But don’t think you can take my storage ring after killing me. I’ll give it to Monk Yuanjing. If you think you can snatch a storage ring from a late Nascent Soul cultivator, feel free to try!”
Xiaoyaozi weighed his options.
Mi Yi took off her storage ring and tossed it to him. “I have at most seven days left to live.”
“Good! Then seven days later, I’ll come to see your corpse personally. If you’re not dead, this poor Daoist will send you on your way.”
Xiaoyaozi clutched the storage ring and left the room to treat his disciple.
His other disciples and Dao Zhuo also left.
Mu Huan hesitated for a moment, then left as well.
After everyone left, Mi Yi clutched her chest and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Yuanjing stood up in a panic, looking lost. “You…”
“I don’t want to see you,” Mi Yi said.
Yuanjing closed his eyes.
He gritted his teeth to steady himself.
He took off his storage ring and placed it on the table. “I’ll return to my room to rest.”
Before turning to leave, he transmitted his voice to Heng Yu. “I apologize for my earlier behavior and will find a way to compensate Fellow Daoist later. I only hope Fellow Daoist can take care of her for me.”
His words and actions were filled with humility.
Heng Yu could hardly connect this Yuanjing with the brilliant figure from three hundred years ago.
Yuanjing dragged his heavy steps out of the room.
As the door closed, Mi Yi collapsed on the table, coughing up more blood.
Heng Yu took out a healing pill from her storage ring.
She offered it to Mi Yi, but she waved her hand in refusal. “It’s a waste to take the pill. There’s no need.”
“It will at least make you feel better.”
Mi Yi shook her head. “I deserve this.”
She looked down at the plum blossom stained with her blood and smiled bitterly. “I’ve dirtied your flower.”
“It’s fine. I can just replace it.”
Mi Yi wanted to laugh.
But as she smiled, she started coughing violently, blood trickling from her lips.
“Let me help you to my bed.”
Supporting Mi Yi, Heng Yu took out a soul-soothing incense from her storage ring.
After telling Mi Yi about it, she lit the incense in the burner. This incense was very effective for cultivators below Nascent Soul, helping them fall asleep quickly, perfect for Mi Yi’s current condition.
Seeing Mi Yi fall asleep, Liaowu walked over to Heng Yu and took her wrist.
“What’s wrong?”
“Checking your pulse,” Liaowu said gently.
She had been injured earlier. Although she had taken the healing pill, it wasn’t a panacea and wouldn’t take effect so quickly.
After checking her pulse, Liaowu said gently, “Rest well. Take another Bodhi pill tonight, and you’ll be almost fully recovered by tomorrow.”
Heng Yu nodded. “Let’s go outside and let her rest.”
Opening the door, Heng Yu wasn’t surprised to see Yuanjing standing outside.
“She’s asleep,” Heng Yu said.
“That’s good,” Yuanjing nodded and was about to leave.
“Here’s your storage ring,” Heng Yu tossed it to him.
Yuanjing looked at the storage ring, smiled bitterly, and put it back on his finger.
As he returned to his room, his steps faltered slightly.
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