To exchange Zhang Yue’er’s life for that mirror.
The Great Bodhi Mother knew very well in her heart that with her current cultivation, it would be as difficult as reaching the sky to forcibly snatch the mirror from the hands of experts like Ran Qingchen and Jiang Shouzhong.
Therefore, she ca up with this plan, attempting to force the opponent to compromise.
And she was confident that she could use this to manipulate Jiang Shouzhong.
Ran Qingchen frowned and watched Zhang Yue’er, who was entangled by countless blood-red threads, with a solemn expression, and said softly: "This is Soul Binding Silk, and aside from the person who cast this technique, basically no one else can untie it."
"So there’s no other way?"
Jiang Que asked.
Ran Qingchen pondered for a mont, then shook her head helplessly:
"If Li Guanshi were here, there might be a slight possibility. The Karma Line divine power of the South Sea Holy Sect can transfer the Soul Binding Silk from the little girl."
Among the people present, Ran Qingchen had the highest cultivation, and even she asserted that it was impossible to save the person. Jiang Shouzhong, though unwilling, could only give up that mirror.
"Why does it have to be Li Guanshi? Can’t I do it?"
And at that mont, a sudden and charming voice drifted through the air.
The Great Bodhi Mother’s initially smiling face twitched, and she instinctively tried to tighten the Soul Binding Silk.
But in the next instant, the densely packed red threads in the air were all cut as if by a sharp blade, snapping apart one after another.
Looking up, she saw a noblewoman in a luxurious golden long dress, smiling as she held Zhang Yue’er.
This woman was Luo Wanqing.
"Jiang, how about making a deal with ?"
Luo Wanqing’s smile was enchanting and captivating as she stared directly at Jiang Shouzhong, coquettishly saying, "I use this little girl’s life in exchange for a position as a legal wife, which shouldn’t be too much, right?"
Upon seeing Luo Wanqing’s appearance, Jiang Shouzhong let out a long sigh of relief.
Being a fellow expert of the South Sea Holy Sect, Luo Wanqing must also be proficient in the Karma Technique.
However, the woman’s blatant teasing made him feel sowhat embarrassed, especially since the vinegar jar was still by his side.
"Hmph, I’ll go kill her."
Seeing the Great Bodhi Mother fleeing into the distance, Ran Qingchen shot Luo Wanqing a hard look and leaped forward to pursue.
Jiang Shouzhong was about to follow, but Luo Wanqing flashed in front of him, waving her hand, "Don’t worry, with that girl’s current strength, it’s more than enough to handle a Great Bodhi Mother in the Feathered Transformation Realm."
"How co you’re here?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked with a bit of curiosity.
Luo Wanqing chuckled lightly, throwing the unconscious Zhang Yue’er like a silk ball to Qu Hongling, then gave Jiang Shouzhong a flirtatious glance, displeased:
"I ca a long way, over mountains and ridges, especially to find my own man, and you still ask why I’m here. Hmph, indeed all n in the world are the sa, pretending not to know soone once their pants are pulled up."
Jiang Shouzhong listened, sweating with embarrassnt.
However, he wouldn’t naively think that Luo Wanqing ca here solely for the so-called "thousand-mile search for her husband."
Understanding Luo Wanqing as he did, her presence in the Ten Thousand Mountains must have an ulterior motive.
Jiang Shouzhong’s heart stirred, and he tentatively asked: "Is Luo Mingtang hiding here?"
Luo Wanqing did not answer, lazily raising her jade hand to cover her alluring red lips, letting out a yawn, her deanor quite fatigued: "A bit tired, find a room to rest first, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her delicate body suddenly wobbled and she softly fell.
Jiang Shouzhong, with quick reflexes, hurriedly supported her.
As soon as his hand touched Luo Wanqing, he felt an intense coldness engulf him.
Luo Wanqing’s body was chillingly cold, like a millennium-old ice block, particularly piercing. If it weren’t for the Taoist River Map within Jiang Shouzhong, he might have been frozen stiff.
"What happened to you?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked in astonishnt.
After all, with Luo Wanqing’s profound cultivation, there were indeed few people in the world who could harm her.
At this ti, Luo Wanqing’s breath was erratic, her face pale as paper, her usual proud and cold elegance gone, appearing extrely weak, yet even so, she stubbornly said:
"It’s nothing, just got caught off guard, quickly find a room to rest, or I’ll lose face if soone sees."
After speaking, she lightly panted a few tis and intermittently added,
"Also, don’t go anywhere, once I’ve rested, it would be best to dual cultivate with , otherwise my Pill Sea..."
Before she could finish, darkness overwheld her and she completely fainted.
Seeing this, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t care about anything else, promptly picking up Luo Wanqing and rushing towards the nearest room.
——
Luo Wanqing gradually woke up, her dazed eyes first taking in the sight of smoke-hued curtains gently fluttering in the soft breeze from the window.
Her gaze slightly shifted to the pear wood table where an incense burner was emitting thin wisps of smoke.
"This is Hong’er’s room."
Jiang Shouzhong’s voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Luo Wanqing followed the sound and saw him holding a bowl of thick dicinal soup emitting a faint pink mist, sitting quietly by the bedside.
"Qingchen said you were afflicted by the Ghost Musk Gu, but I’ve already helped you expel it."
Jiang Shouzhong said.
"What is this?"
Luo Wanqing asked, puzzled, staring at the thick decoction in Jiang Shouzhong’s hand.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and said: "This is spiritual juice condensed from Yaochi Red Bud by Hong’er, it can cleanse the residual toxins in your body. Although I’ve expelled the Gu Worm, there are still trace toxins left in your system. Maybe it won’t endanger your life, but it might affect your cultivation."
"You’re not trying to poison , are you?"
Luo Wanqing pursed her lips, maintaining skepticism, "Back then, as Empress, though I was too lazy to sche with those concubines, I’m well aware of the palace intrigues. So won, oh, would even lay hands on their own fathers to gain favor."
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