“I’m serious,” Mu Anxiao stated with a determined look.
The Madam, seeing Mu Anxiao’s confident demeanor and then looking at her son, who remained unresponsive despite Feng Qishi’s desperate efforts to save him, relented. “I believe you.”
The moment she spoke, Da Ye and A Long released their grips.
Following that, Mu Anxiao confidently lowered her head and looked at Feng Qishi, who was desperately trying to rescue the man. “Shen Fengzi, I’ll take over.”
“You can’t.”
“I can,” Mu Anxiao said coldly. She crouched down, pushed Feng Qishi aside, and knelt beside the man. Staring at the soul gradually drifting out of his body, she furrowed her brow, raised two fingers, bent down, and gently pressed his forehead, remaining silent.
Feng Qishi, sitting up on the ground, looked at Mu Anxiao in surprise and asked, “What are you going to do?”
“The mistake I made, I must bear it myself. Shen Fengzi, thank you just now, but now,” Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, “it’s my turn.”
“Are you going to trade your life for his?” Feng Qishi guessed.
Mu Anxiao didn’t have time to explain much to Feng Qishi. She immediately closed her eyes, placed her hands on the man’s chest, and then projected her consciousness into his body.
Seeing Mu Anxiao perform the ritual with such seriousness, Feng Qishi stopped talking.
They too fell silent.
The next moment, as streaks of blue light emanated from Mu Anxiao’s body, she found herself in a pitch-black expanse.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, looking around and then down at the blue light radiating from herself. She tried to call out to Zhang Yan, “Master, are you there?”
Heavenly Realm.
Zhang Yan sat on a rock by the Immortal Lake, holding his fishing rod. Hearing Mu Anxiao’s call, he cleared his throat and turned to look at Shen Xian and Shi Yi, who were standing beside him staring at him. “Uh, could you two please leave?”
Shi Yi: “Didn’t you say there were fish in this lake? I haven’t seen any yet, and you want me to leave? I’m not reconciled.”
Shen Xian, holding his tools, glanced at the yellow leaves floating on the lake’s surface. “I need to clean this place.”
Hearing this, Zhang Yan was rendered speechless by his two disciples. He then stood up abruptly, shoved the fishing rod into Shi Yi’s hand, and looked at Shen Xian. “I’m leaving. You can escort your senior brother out.” With that, he flicked his sleeve and walked away.
Subsequently, Shi Yi felt something was amiss. He turned to look at Shen Xian, who was disdainfully glaring at him, was taken aback, and handed the fishing rod to him. “Junior Brother, here you go.”
“I don’t want it.” Shen Xian’s attitude was extremely cold.
Ever since Shen Xian was demoted, he had treated Shi Yi poorly. Shi Yi had always maintained a patient attitude towards this. However, driven by curiosity now, he was no longer willing to tolerate it. “You don’t want it?”
Shen Xian: “I don’t want it.”
Shi Yi calmly looked at Shen Xian’s disdainful expression, nodded slightly, and said, “Fine, I don’t want it either.” With that, he directly threw the fishing rod into the lake.
Seeing this, Shen Xian’s brows immediately tightened. “You’ve gone too far.”
“…” Shi Yi brushed off his clothes, glared at Shen Xian, and said, “Go down and retrieve it.” With that, he turned and walked in the direction Zhang Yan had gone.
Shen Xian glared at Shi Yi as well, then began to use magic to retrieve the fishing rod.
Meanwhile.
Zhang Yan stopped in the bamboo forest of the Heavenly Realm. Looking around and confirming that no other immortals were present, he asked, “Disciple, is something wrong?”
Mu Anxiao was still standing in the pitch-black area. “Master, I did something very bad. I hope you won’t scold me.”
Hearing this, Zhang Yan’s heart skipped a beat. “As long as it’s not something like killing, I won’t scold you.”
“That…” Mu Anxiao bit her lip, raised her hand emitting blue light, looked ahead, and said, “I was teaching someone a lesson with my magic, and I used too much force. I used the new spell you taught me at an intermediate level, and now he’s not doing well.”
“What? Mu Anxiao! When will you ever stop making me worry?” Zhang Yan was angry, fearing the loss of Mu Anxiao as his disciple.
Mu Anxiao: “I’m saving him, but I don’t know where I am. It’s completely dark here.”
“You’re using the Electric Shock Technique.”
“Yes.”
“Are you trying to use your spiritual energy to draw out that electricity?”
“Yes, I’ve entered, but I can’t find the electricity.”
“…” Zhang Yan felt a sense of foreboding. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Close your eyes.”
“Close…”
“Hurry, I’ll guide you, but you might waste a lot of spiritual energy. Don’t come back to blame me later.”
“As long as I can save him, I don’t care about anything else,” Mu Anxiao said, closing her eyes.
“Remember your words.”
Previously, Mu Anxiao had made a mistake by not listening to Zhang Yan, wasting half of her spiritual energy. She had complained then, so to prevent that from happening again, he reminded her first.
“Mm-hmm,” Mu Anxiao nodded. “Hurry, Master.”
“I’ll only help you this once. Remember this spell by heart.”
“Certainly.”
“…” Zhang Yan closed his eyes, waved his arm, and enveloped himself in a barrier.
At the same time, Shi Yi heard and saw all of Zhang Yan’s actions. To avoid disturbing him, Shi Yi sat down cross-legged.
Zhang Yan, unaware of Shi Yi’s presence, entered Mu Anxiao’s consciousness.
“Open your eyes,” he said, appearing beside Mu Anxiao.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao opened her eyes, turned to look, and smiled. “Master.”
Zhang Yan looked helpless. “When there’s something wrong, you remember to call me Master. Tell me, what happened?”
“He was going to commit murder, so to save that… monster, I thought I’d use the Electric Shock Technique to scare him. Who knew,” Mu Anxiao pinched her nose, “I used too much force. I didn’t mean to.”
“It seems you haven’t remembered my words.”
“No, I remember them, but…” Mu Anxiao didn’t want Zhang Yan to be disappointed in her, so she explained excitedly, “It was just a moment of impulse, a brain lapse. I won’t do it again.”
“There’s a ‘again’?”
“No more ‘again.’ I’ll never do it again,” Mu Anxiao said, then looked at Zhang Yan with caution.
“Remember your words.” Zhang Yan reached out and patted Mu Anxiao’s shoulder. Then, his ear twitched, and he quickly turned to look at a little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, crackling with electricity. “Disciple, the electricity has arrived.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao was stunned for a moment. She turned around and looked, frowning. “Huh? Looks familiar?”
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s dull expression, Zhang Yan sighed. “That’s you.”
“Me?” Mu Anxiao looked cautiously at Zhang Yan, then leaned forward to look again, and giggled. “Heh heh, that’s me, covered in electricity.”
“…” Zhang Yan showed his displeasure at Mu Anxiao’s reaction. He then glanced at her, took a step back, and said, “Stop giggling. Use the Electric Shock Technique to deal with her.”