Chapter 1 The Miao Miao

“Miao Miao!” Zhang Yuanqing didn’t raise the small horn; the small horn blurted it out on its own.

Guan Ya, Hong Ji-ge, and the Zhisha Palace Master all withdrew their weapons. Hearing someone call out her name, Sun Miao Miao was also stunned. The sword pellet that was about to be released from her palm briefly calmed down, and she hesitantly swept her gaze across the crowd and said, “You…?”

Her gaze fell on the small horn in Zhang Yuanqing’s hand, and she recognized it as Princess Yinyao’s beloved toy. She was immediately shocked and said, “Yuanshi Tianzun!”

Her expression became even more puzzled. She looked left and right, and her bewildered gaze shifted from the unfamiliar faces of the crowd to the fierce battle scene. “Why am I here? Why are you here? What happened?”

It really is Sun Miao Miao!

Sun Miao Miao, who had drifted and lost contact in the dungeon, was finally found. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, everyone chimed in to tell Sun Miao Miao the whole story. During this process, Sun Miao Miao took out a life source liquid to heal her wounds. There were seven or eight wounds of various sizes on her body, and her heart had been cut in half by the Palace Master’s palm blade.

Even for a level six Night Wanderer, such injuries were considered serious. If she didn’t use the life source liquid and relied solely on self-healing, it would be very difficult to recover.

After a while, Sun Miao Miao, who had only heard half of the story, was dumbfounded. She didn’t expect so many things to have happened while she was confused.

Hong Ji-ge incredulously interjected, interrupting everyone’s narration, “How did you become a lackey of the Imperial Preceptor? You stabbed me this morning. Didn’t you recognize Yuanshi Tianzun’s tool?”

He couldn’t believe that Sun Miao Miao would be so foolish, even more foolish than Jiang Jingwei.

Sun Miao Miao frowned slightly. “I don’t know anything. As soon as I entered the dungeon, I received a mission prompt saying that I was hit by the ‘Sealing Soul Technique’ and couldn’t move. The main mission was to withstand the erosion of the Sealing Soul Technique for ten days, and the side mission was to break the seal. I just woke up suddenly and thought I had broken through the seal.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing’s expression changed. “You’ve been asleep the whole time? Then who was fighting us just now?”

He thought that Sun Miao Miao was being manipulated or affected by some mind-twisting technique, which was why she didn’t recognize her teammates. But now it seemed that this wasn’t the case.

Just then, Hong Ji-ge’s expression suddenly became dull, his pupils dilated, and before anyone could react, he slashed his knife at Guan Ya’s neck.

The Fire Warrior was skilled in close combat, and this strike was fast and fierce. Although Guan Ya was a Scout, her attention was entirely on Sun Miao Miao. By the time she noticed Hong Ji-ge’s abnormality, it was too late to react.

At that moment, the lattice door disintegrated, and the curtain covering the side hall shattered. An ear-piercing whistle sounded, and everyone’s eardrums were in pain. A flash of sword light, and Hong Ji-ge’s right arm was severed from his body. Due to inertia, he still held the knife and slashed at Guan Ya.

But it had already lost the strength to sever her head, embedding itself half an inch into Guan Ya’s neck before stopping.

Hong Ji-ge grunted, clutching his empty knife elbow and staggering back. Guan Ya staggered, and a two-meter-high fountain of blood spurted from her neck as she fell to the ground, her face pale.

Yin corpse Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly helped Empress Niangniang and raised the small horn. “Life source liquid, quick, life source liquid.”

The Zhisha Palace Master kicked Hong Ji-ge in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall with a loud thud. The wall shook violently, and a wave of Yin energy detached from Hong Ji-ge’s body and floated towards the roof, trying to escape.

Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi hurriedly took out diluted life source liquid and rushed towards Guan Ya. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe stepped over the threshold, his eyes shining with white light, staring at a certain spot in mid-air. He coldly snorted, “Monsters and demons, dare to break the law in the Yang residence.”

With a shake of his wide sleeves, a small sword shot out, swift as lightning, and “thudded” into the beam. A faint scream echoed in the hall, and vast Yin energy poured out everywhere.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly raised the small horn and shouted loudly, “Spare it!”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe ignored him. Zhang Yuanqing quickly looked at Guan Ya, who had successfully stopped the bleeding after the life source liquid was injected, and said, “Ke Qing Zhou, spare it.”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe beckoned, and the sword automatically pulled itself out and flew back into his wide sleeves.

And Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, “Miao Miao, swallow it!”

Sun Miao Miao understood and dark, viscous energy emerged in her eyes. Staring at the female ghost in the air, whose face was pale and her hair disheveled, she opened her mouth and sucked. The wronged soul, who had just suffered the impact of the Zhensha Sword Qi, could not resist and unwillingly turned into green smoke and floated into Sun Miao Miao’s mouth.

Sun Miao Miao immediately closed her eyes and began to devour the soul, receiving fragments of the wraith’s memory.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe strode towards Guan Ya and looked her up and down. Seeing that she was covered in blood but her wounds were completely healed, he breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands. “Zhou Mei was late in rescuing you. Please forgive Empress Niangniang.”

Guan Ya nodded lightly, her posture dignified. “This Palace should thank Ke Qing Zhou. You may go out and report my safety to my father. This Palace will change clothes and then go see my father.”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe swept over the crowd, paused for two seconds on Zhang Sun Miao Miao, hesitated to speak, and finally cupped his hands and left.

Guan Ya looked at everyone treating their wounds or helping their teammates treat their wounds and said, “He is a guest of the Yang residence, a Jinshi by birth. Because of a corruption case, he impeached the Zheng family, but was slandered and imprisoned. My father rescued him from the prison. After suffering, he was disheartened, resigned from his official post, and abandoned his pen to practice swordsmanship. He became a guest of the Yang residence and should have level six peak strength.”

“Absorbing a lot of memories, huh? You’re even speaking more literarily,” the Zhisha Palace Master啧啧 said.

She then said to Hong Ji-ge, “Reattaching a severed arm requires concentrated life source liquid, corresponding to level 6. You can be a Condor Hero for a few days.”

At this time, Sun Miao Miao opened her eyes, pressed her forehead, and let out a painful moan. Swallowing a level six spirit with a level five body, even if the wraith was severely damaged, was still a terrible burden for her.

She won’t be able to use Soul Devour again in the near future, otherwise, she’ll easily go crazy.

The Zhisha Palace Master slightly parted her red lips and hummed a melodious song. Under the soothing of the Musician, Sun Miao Miao’s violent and uncontrollable spirit gradually calmed down, and she gasped, “I… I got a lot of information!”

Hong Ji-ge diligently handed over a tube of life source liquid that Yuanshi Tianzun had given him in the morning. “Have a sip first, moisten your throat.”

“Go away!” Sun Miao Miao spat at him.