Chapter 333: Doubting If They Dug Up Master Qing Yans Ancestors Grave
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Bai Ling was usually calm and composed, but when it came to Fu Xi, he couldn’t maintain his usual rationality.
Bai Mei bit her lip hard, holding back her tears.
She knew crying wouldn’t solve anything.
Yet, even after searching every corner of the Spirit Mountain within a hundred miles, they still couldn’t find any trace of Fu Xi.
No solutions came to mind that could ease the blame weighing on them.
Bai Ling’s eyes flickered. After a long pause, he said in a low voice, “You lead the others to keep searching farther out. If a hundred miles isn’t enough, expand to three hundred; if that fails, go five hundred! But make sure to keep it low-profile and avoid alerting other clans.”
“Yes!”
As Bai Mei left with her team, Bai Ling wasted no time and headed directly to Green Hill Mountain.
When he saw Jiu Wei, before he could speak, tears streamed down his face. Jiu Wei’s usual playful demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a grave expression. “What happened?”
“Fu Xi is missing.”
“What?!”
Jiu Wei shot up from her seat, her bewitching fox eyes now sharp and intense.
With a voice tinged with despair, Bai Ling recounted the entire ordeal of Fu Xi’s disappearance.
Jiu Wei instinctively wanted to scold him, but seeing the sorrow and helplessness etched on his face, her heart softened.
“Don’t think too much right now. The priority is finding Fu Xi.”
“I’ve already sent all the White Peacocks to search, but I’m afraid it’s not enough.”
No one knew whether Fu Xi had wandered off or been taken by someone—or worse, a demonic beast. The White Peacock Clan’s limited numbers couldn’t handle the vast search required.
That was why Bai Ling came to seek Jiu Wei’s help. She was the only ally he could trust.
“I’ll arrange it immediately.”
Jiu Wei acted decisively, summoning other Nine-Tailed Foxes to assign tasks. Soon, the entire Nine-Tailed Fox Clan was mobilized.
Meanwhile, the Three-Eyed Leopard Clan, long-time neighbors of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, couldn’t ignore the commotion.
Hua Tu volunteered eagerly, “Chief, let me go. I’m sure I can find out what’s going on.”
The Three-Eyed Leopard Chief hesitated.
Everyone knew that of all the Nine-Tailed Foxes, Jiu Wei detested Hua Tu the most. She despised him to the extent that even his mere presence made her spit in disgust.
Sending Hua Tu didn’t seem like an investigation but more like a provocation.
“Chief, please! I can do this,” Hua Tu insisted, his determination unshakable. Eventually, his relentless badgering wore the chief down, who reluctantly agreed, repeatedly warning him not to cause trouble.
Hua Tu casually muttered his assent before bouncing off joyfully.
Finally, he had another excuse to leave the tribe and roam around! Maybe he could also find a clue about Yu Zhao’s whereabouts. He still had a few new outfits he hadn’t had a chance to show off.
And if time allowed, he’d revisit Southern Wind City. He was still eager to find out what happened next in the storybooks.
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“System, what’s Wu Shao Zhen’s favorability score towards me?”
Ding! Host, Wu Shao Zhen’s current favorability is 60 points.
“Still 60 points?”
Ye Cong Xin fumed.
Ever since Wu Shao Zhen was still Wang Sheng, his favorability had stayed at 60. Now, after spending so much time together and her constant efforts to please him, his attitude towards her had clearly softened. Yet, his favorability remained stuck.
Who said only beautiful women were the best liars? Handsome men were no less deceiving.
Given Wu Shao Zhen’s undeniably attractive face, Ye Cong Xin decided to tolerate him for a little while longer.
But if his favorability didn’t improve soon, she’d have to resort to more extreme measures.
After hesitating briefly, Ye Cong Xin asked, “Check the favorability scores of those Lone Moon Peak people for me.”
She still hadn’t given up, clinging to a sliver of hope.
Ding! Fang Cheng Lang’s current favorability: 0 points.
Ding! Lan Zi Yu’s current favorability: 10 points.
Ding! Su Ming’s current favorability: 1 point.
Ding! Cui Jue’s current favorability: 0 points.
Ding! Quan Ye’s current favorability: 0 points.
Ding! Master Qing Yan’s current favorability: -100 points.
While the earlier results didn’t surprise her, the last one filled her with rage.
-100 points?
Did that mean Master Qing Yan hated her so much that even her death wouldn’t diminish his loathing?
“Ha!”
Ye Cong Xin found it laughable.
She even doubted if she had accidentally dug up Master Qing Yan’s ancestor’s grave to earn such undying hatred.
“Qing Qing, were you talking to me?”
Wu Shao Zhen’s voice suddenly came from behind her.
Ye Cong Xin quickly masked her anger, replacing it with a gentle expression.
“Shao Zhen, I’m fine. Are you done with your cultivation for the day?”
“Yes, and thank you for preparing the spirit stones and pills for me. Soon, I should be able to attempt Foundation Establishment.”
“That’s wonderful news.”
Ye Cong Xin beamed, though inside, jealousy gnawed at her.
Yu Zhao was the most gifted person she had ever met, yet even Yu Zhao had taken nearly five years to reach Foundation Establishment.
And Wu Shao Zhen? He had been cultivating for barely a month.
Even his explanation that he used to be a cultivator but lost his spiritual energy in an accident failed to comfort her.
Why was everyone around her so extraordinarily talented? And why was she the only one dragged down by a useless body?
Thanks to years of practice, she kept her turmoil hidden, her face showing no sign of her inner struggle.
Wu Shao Zhen, oblivious to her facade, looked at her with growing tenderness.
Apart from his deceased family, no one in the world had ever cared for him as wholeheartedly as Bai Qing Qing did.
Having been reborn through a worm’s body, starting his cultivation from scratch, Bai Qing Qing selflessly provided him with spirit stones and pills, asking for nothing in return.
She was the most thoughtful and gentle woman he had ever met. If he could avenge his family, he would gladly retire with Bai Qing Qing to live a peaceful life, envied by neither gods nor immortals.
Perhaps thoughts of her lingered too strongly in his mind.
That night, Wu Shao Zhen dreamt of a woman cooking for him. Though her face was blurry, her every gesture overflowed with love.
“Shao Zhen, come and try my sweet soup.”
Wu Shao Zhen approached her slowly, her features becoming clearer.
It was a face he had never seen but felt deeply familiar—elegant and pure.
His heart trembled, and he woke with a start.
Wu Shao Zhen covered his face, his ears ringing with his pounding heartbeat.
Who was she? Why did seeing her evoke such strong emotions?
The thought of one possibility made his face flush.
The next day, when Wu Shao Zhen saw Ye Cong Xin again, guilt inexplicably bubbled up in him, and he avoided her gaze.
Ye Cong Xin’s sharp instincts picked up on his unease immediately. She subtly probed him several times, but Wu Shao Zhen said nothing. His own feelings were too uncertain to provide her with the answers she sought.
Understanding the need for a balanced approach, Ye Cong Xin didn’t press him further, shifting her focus to another matter instead.
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