128: 127.
Xinshu 128: 127.
Xinshu Guardian Hua watched his master’s retreating figure and the furious Ling Feng.
He shook his head and thought to himself: “Young Master Ling has never won against my master!
How pitiful…”
However, he didn’t want to stay and be a target for Young Master Ling to vent on.
Quickly vanishing was the best choice…
In another part of Han Garden, Di Minghan stood under a huge cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, looking into the distance, lost in thought…
Before long, the air behind him shimmered slightly, revealing a woman in black clothes.
She wore a black robe with purple patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, a dark purple belt around her slender waist sculpting her figure…
The woman had fair skin, her features finely chiseled, as if meticulously crafted.
Her flawless snowy skin and the natural cold temperament made her appear incredibly mysterious…
“Master, you called for me?” The woman looked at Di Minghan’s figure and respectfully lowered her eyes.
“Hmm, has anything changed regarding the matter from five years ago?” Di Minghan asked calmly, without turning around.
Wenyan was taken aback and then said: “Master, I haven’t noticed anything.
Did something happen?”
“Nothing, it’s just that after such a long time, I suddenly thought to ask about it,” Di Minghan said indifferently.
“If there’s nothing else, you may leave.”
“Yes, Master!” The woman nodded slightly.
With just a slight ripple in the air, she disappeared…
Di Minghan turned around, his eyes cold as he murmured, “Xinshu, huh…”
“Master, are you suspicious of Heart Guardian?” Guardian Hua appeared beside Di Minghan, asking with doubts.
“I never trusted her, so where does suspicion come into play?” Di Minghan replied indifferently.
“Ah?
Then why does Master still…” Guardian Hua asked, puzzled.
The woman in black just now was called Xinshu.
She was extremely beautiful, but her demeanor was cold and did not get along with others.
In addition to her cold personality, her profession was also a reason, as she was a rare Prophet…
Prophets were very rare and unusual in this world.
As the name suggests, they had the ability to foresee the future.
This talent was a gift from heaven, but it came with deadly peril…
Each time a Prophet spoke, the harm to themselves increased.
However, for a Prophet to advance in strength, they must predict the future with greater accuracy…
Because of the power of Prophets, each time one appeared, they were sought after and slaughtered by various powers.
As a result, there had been no Prophets on the Lingtian Continent for thousands of years…
Prophets had seemingly vanished from the Lingtian Continent, just like Array Masters…
Xinshu appeared in front of Di Minghan twenty years earlier.
At that time, she was slightly younger but had changed little since then.
She faced Di Minghan without fear and told him her identity, expressing her desire to follow him.
Guardian Hua and others initially thought Di Minghan would refuse…
However, to their surprise, Di Minghan not only accepted her but made her his fifth guardian.
He arranged for a residence for her, as per Xinshu’s request…
Over the years, Di Minghan rarely summoned Xinshu.
Guardian Hua and the others were well aware of this.
After all, what was a Prophet when their master was naturally gifted with the ability to defy fate and predict the future…
Nevertheless, they never questioned their master’s arrangements.
Whatever the Lord said was right…
Hearing Guardian Hua’s words, Di Minghan simply smiled faintly and said: “There’s a reason for keeping her.”
After that, his figure vanished, leaving only his words hanging in the air: “Send all the information about General Mo’s Mansion in Fengyun Country to my room tomorrow morning…”
Poor Guardian Hua, realizing his master was gone, suddenly thought of his master’s orders.
Becoming troubled…
Since Fengyun Country was located in the most remote area of the Seven Countries, they had the least number of people there.
The master only gave him one day to gather all the information about the General’s Mansion.
This was like playing him to death…
With that in mind, he hurriedly left, not thinking about Xinshu’s calculations anymore…
Fengyun Country, General’s Mansion
In the Heavenly Book Space, Mo Jiuli watched her daughter Baobao with her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed.
Her heart ached with regret.
How much she wished the pain would fall on her instead…
“Master, don’t worry, Baobao will definitely be alright!” Little Book stared at Baobao with tense eyes.
It wanted to get closer to Baobao, but the intense heat around her prevented it from approaching…
Lin Yue was also watching Baobao with a panicked face.
Although she knew about Baobao’s condition, this was the first time she had seen Baobao’s poison flare up…
The usually adorable and well-behaved little girl was now unconscious, her eyebrows creased, her face red, and her body emanating searing heat.
Lin Yue tried to approach several times but couldn’t…
Mo Jiuli stared wordlessly at Baobao, feeling hatred deep in her bones for the person who had poisoned her.
Yet she hated her own incompetence even more.
A modern Divine Doctor – so what?
Coming up short against the Nine Doctor – so what?
She couldn’t even cure her own daughter’s poison and could only watch such a small child bear the pain alone.
What a failure as a mother, what a joke…
Guilt, anger, and other emotions clung to Mo Jiuli’s heart, making her cough up fresh blood…
Lin Yue, her heart aching, supported her: “Master, what’s wrong?
How can Baobao be like this?
Is there really no cure?”
Lin Yue’s eyes brimmed with tears of heartbreak, but she forced herself not to let them fall.
Mo Jiuli hesitated to answer, tried to touch Baobao’s body several times, but was forced back by the heat emanating from Baobao.
It seemed that this time the poison flare-up was even more severe…
Mo Jiuli knew she needed to be calm and figure out a way to save Baobao, but she had exhausted countless methods over the years and still had no solutions.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have returned to the Mo Family for clues…
The Mo Family…yes, they were here at the Mo Family…
Several old heads of the Mo Family had lived for so long, they might know something…
With this in mind, Mo Jiuli hurriedly communicated with Xue Feng in her heart: “Xue Feng, set up several more Barriers.
Have Little Uncle and the other old men stay with you.
I want to take Baobao out!”
PS; Many thanks to my treasure, Zhu Jiuqing, who provided the character Xinshu.