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

Guan Ya, Hongjige, and the Palace Master of Zhisha withdrew their weapons. Upon hearing someone call her name, Sun Miaomiao was stunned again. The sword pellet she had been gathering in her palm momentarily calmed. She looked at everyone hesitantly and said, "You…?"

Her gaze landed on the small horn in Zhang Yuanqing's hand, recognizing it as Princess Yinyao's beloved toy. She was immediately astonished and said, "Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Her expression became even more puzzled. She looked left and right, from the unfamiliar faces of the crowd to the fierce battle scene, and said blankly, "Why am I here? Why are you here? What happened?"

It really is Sun Miaomiao!

Sun Miaomiao, who had been drifting in the dungeon and lost contact, was finally found. Everyone felt relieved.

Then, everyone chimed in to tell Sun Miaomiao the whole story. During this process, Sun Miaomiao took out the elixir of life to heal her injuries. There were seven or eight wounds of various sizes on her body, penetrating wounds, and half of her heart had been cut off by the Palace Master's palm strike.

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

After a while, Sun Miaomiao, having heard only half the story, was dumbfounded. She never expected that so many things would have happened while she was in a daze.

Hongjige interrupted, interrupting the narration, in disbelief: "How did you become a running dog of the National Preceptor? You stabbed me this morning, didn't you recognize Yuanshi Tianzun's prop?"

He couldn't believe that Sun Miaomiao could be so foolish, even more foolish than Jiang Jingwei.

Sun Miaomiao frowned slightly. "I don't know anything. As soon as I entered the dungeon, I received a mission prompt saying that I was affected by the 'Soul Sealing Technique' and couldn't move. The main mission was to withstand the erosion of the Soul Sealing spell 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 have been asleep all the time, then who was fighting us just now?"

He thought that Sun Miaomiao was being manipulated or under some kind of mind-twisting spell, so she didn't recognize her teammates. But now it seems that it's not the case.

Just then, Hongjige's expression suddenly became dull, his pupils dilated, and before anyone could react, he slashed at Guan Ya's neck.

The Fire Envoy was skilled in close combat, and this strike was fast and fierce. Although Guan Ya was a Scout, her attention was entirely on Sun Miaomiao. By the time she noticed Hongjige's abnormality, it was too late to react.

At that moment, the lattice door disintegrated, and the curtain covering the parlor shattered. A piercing whistle sounded, and everyone's eardrums throbbed. A flash of sword light, and Hongjige's right arm separated from his body, still holding the knife out of inertia, slashing towards Guan Ya.

But it had lost the strength to cut off her head and embedded itself half an inch into Guan Ya's neck before stopping.

Hongjige groaned, clutching his empty elbow and staggering backward. 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 the Empress and held up the small horn, "Elixir of life, quick, elixir of life."

The Palace Master of Zhisha kicked Hongjige in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. The wall shook violently, and a Yin Qi detached from Hongjige's body and floated towards the roof, trying to escape.

Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi quickly took out the diluted elixir of life and rushed towards Guan Ya. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe crossed the threshold, his eyes filled with white light, staring at a certain spot in mid-air, and snorted coldly: "Demons and monsters, dare to be lawless in the Yang Mansion."

With a shake of his wide sleeves, a small sword shot out, as swift as lightning, and "thumped" into the beam. A faint scream echoed in the hall, and boundless Yin Qi poured out.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly raised the small horn and shouted, "Spare her!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe ignored him. Zhang Yuanqing quickly looked at Guan Ya and said, after injecting the elixir of life and successfully stopping the bleeding, "Guest Zhou, please spare her."

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

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Miaomiao, swallow it!"

Sun Miaomiao understood and black viscous energy appeared in her eyes, staring at the female ghost in the air with her cyan face and disheveled hair. She opened her mouth and sucked, and the wronged soul, having just suffered a shock from the Zhenshen sword energy, could not resist and unwillingly turned into green smoke and floated into Sun Miaomiao's mouth.

Sun Miaomiao immediately closed her eyes and began to devour the spirit, receiving fragments of the resentful spirit's memory.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe strode towards Guan Ya, examining her up and down. Seeing that she was covered in blood but the wound had actually healed, he breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, "Zhou Mei is late in rescuing the Empress, please forgive me."

Guan Ya nodded lightly, her appearance dignified, "This Palace should thank Guest Zhou. You may go out and report safety to my father. This Palace will change clothes and then go to see my father."

The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe scanned the crowd, paused on Zhang Sun Miaomiao for two seconds, hesitated, and finally bowed and left.

Guan Ya looked at the teammates who were treating their wounds and helping her deal with her injuries and said, "He is a guest of the Yang Mansion and came from a Jinshi background. Because of a corruption case, he impeached the Zheng family, but was falsely accused and imprisoned. My father rescued him from hardship, and he was disheartened and resigned from office, abandoning his pen and practicing swordsmanship. He has become a guest of the Yang Mansion and should have the strength of a peak level six."

"You've absorbed a lot of the memory, eh? Your speech has become so refined." The Palace Master of Zhisha clicked her tongue.

She then said to Hongjige, "Regenerating a severed arm requires concentrated elixir of life, corresponding to level 6. You'll just have to be a Condor Hero for a few days."

At this moment, Sun Miaomiao opened her eyes, pressed her forehead, and let out a painful moan. Devouring a level six spirit with a level five body, even if the resentful spirit was severely injured, was still a terrible burden for her.

She can't use Devouring Spirits again anytime soon, otherwise she'll easily go crazy.

The Palace Master of Zhisha slightly opened her red lips and hummed a melodious song. Under the comfort of the Musician, Sun Miaomiao's violent and out-of-control spirit gradually calmed down as she gasped, "I... I got a lot of information!"

Hongjige eagerly handed over a tube of elixir of life that Yuanshi Tianzun had given him in the morning, "Have a sip first, moisten your throat."

"Go away!" Sun Miaomiao spat at him.