Tang Muxi initially didn’t plan to lie on the soft couch, but she found herself not only with a headache but also gradually feeling weak.
After standing under the warm sun for a while, she couldn’t resist quietly taking out a soft couch and comfortably lying on it.
The cold wind was biting, and the frost was bone-chilling.
Although she wasn’t afraid of the cold, too much wind made her throat dry, so she decided to take out her glass dragon bone stove to brew some tea.
Nearby, there was an ice pond and many precious spiritual plants, so she gathered some branches and leaves of the Purple Cloud Vine Fruit to slowly simmer in the dragon bone stove over a low flame.
The Solar Essence Fire burned away impurities, leaving the purest power.
Tang Muxi carefully controlled the heat, leaving a hint of fresh leaf fragrance.
The ice pond was chilling, and she infused a trace of dragon energy from the dragon bone into it.
In less than half an hour, a pot of exquisite and luxurious vine fruit dragon tea was ready.
She took out a tea cup, poured half a cup, and the vibrant energy hit her face.
The greenish-yellow tea emitted a refreshing aroma, rich in power, as if a dragon’s roar was proudly contained within.
Tang Muxi took a sip, closing her eyes in satisfaction.
Good tea!
With just one sip, it felt as if her energy was restored, her mind clear, and even her headache eased a bit.
She remembered the hardworking Phantom God and waved her hand, calling out loudly, “Phantom God, come quickly, I brewed some good tea, come and have a rest.”
Phantom God wasn’t tired, but was curious about the rare treat.
She put away her hoe, wiped her face, and walked over.
Tang Muxi poured her a cup and handed it to her with both hands.
Phantom God took it, not in a hurry to drink, sniffed it slightly, then gently brought her lips to the edge of the cup.
The pure spiritual power, wrapped in the plant’s fragrance, flowed into her stomach, warm and comfortable, like sunlight shining on her body.
“Is it good?”
Tang Muxi asked, blinking her eyes.
“Yes,” Phantom God replied softly.
Jiang Yin, who had been watching coldly from a distance for a long time, saw that they hadn’t noticed her and were instead enjoying their tea, felt a bit restless.
She snorted coldly and walked over casually.
“Junior Sister, how elegant of you, getting the Imprisoning Demon Sword drunk and then having the leisure to enjoy tea here.
Why didn’t you invite Senior Sister?”
The eerie voice reached her ears, and in an instant, all the warmth of the tea dissipated.
Tang Muxi’s fingers trembled, almost dropping the tea cup.
She looked up in panic and saw Jiang Yin in a crimson long dress walking over slowly, her steps leisurely, as if strolling in a garden, but each step seemed to press on her heart, full of pressure.
“Senior Sister… why are you here?”
Tang Muxi’s voice trembled.
“Junior Sister is brewing tea behind my back, so naturally, I have to come and support you, right?”
Jiang Yin sat down in front of the soft couch, smiling slightly.
“Such fine tea, won’t Junior Sister pour a cup for Senior Sister too?”
Here we go again.
Calling her Junior Sister with every sentence made Tang Muxi anxious.
She actually wanted to say she didn’t need the big demon’s support, she was just bored and came out to dig in the dirt for fun.
But she didn’t dare to speak up.
Even knowing the big demon was pretending to be sisterly, she could only grit her teeth and play along.
“Senior Sister, please…”
Tang Muxi forced a smile, trying to appear harmless.
Playing the pitiful card, maybe this matter would just blow over.
Phantom God watched her master act timidly, her expression very indifferent.
She knew her master was about to flirt with Senior Sister again, so she quickly finished her tea and picked up the hoe to continue digging the spiritual channel.
She actually wanted another cup, but guessed that her master probably wouldn’t have time to brew more tea, so she decided to let it go.
Jiang Yin picked up the tea cup, slowly took a sip, occasionally blowing on the steaming white vapor, as if she was genuinely focused on tasting the tea.
Tang Muxi felt uncomfortable, the previously soft couch suddenly felt like a bed of needles, uncomfortable everywhere.
“Senior Sister…”
She smiled ingratiatingly, trying to get ahead and explain herself to survive.
“I was just thirsty and came out for a cup of tea. I didn’t do anything else. I even had the Illusion God do the hoeing, so I didn’t tire myself at all.”
After she finished speaking, she noticed Jiang Yin remained silent, unsure of her attitude.
But remembering the bite on her shoulder and neck from last time, she swallowed and spoke again, “Look, the sun is shining brightly today.
I came out to bask in the sun, and my body feels much better.”
“I’m treating myself, not playing around. Senior Sister cares about me the most and surely wouldn’t want me to suffer from illness, right?”
“The spiritual energy in this medicine garden is rich. After drinking the Vine Fruit Dragon Tea, I feel much better. If I continue drinking it, maybe my headaches will be cured soon.”
Jiang Yin, who had been silent, finally showed some change in expression when she heard the word “cure.”
“Is it that effective?”
Tang Muxi was stunned, then overjoyed, nodding like a pecking chick, “Of course!”
Jiang Yin stared thoughtfully at the tea in her cup.
Seeing that Jiang Yin hadn’t mentioned settling accounts, Tang Muxi thought she really wouldn’t pursue it, a hint of secret joy flashing across her face.
She then cheerfully poured tea for Jiang Yin, being as attentive as possible.
Jiang Yin accepted it without any guilt until Wen Mingyu urged them, saying the food from Exquisite Delicacies House had been delivered, prompting her to get up.
“Let’s eat.”
Tang Muxi quickly put away the soft couch and called the Illusion God over, heading to the guest room together.
Unexpectedly, just as they reached the door, a cold, emotionless voice came to her ears, “After eating, go back and receive your punishment.”
Tang Muxi’s body stiffened, stopping in her tracks.
“Is Junior Sister feeling unwell?”
During the meal, Wen Mingyu noticed Tang Muxi’s lack of enthusiasm, thinking her condition had worsened, and couldn’t help but ask.
Tang Muxi forced herself to perk up, shaking her head, “I’ve been targeted by a vengeful stinky fox.
I’m afraid I’ll get bitten tonight, not happy.”
By now, everyone at the table knew exactly who the “stinky fox” she referred to was.
Hearing this, they realized the Senior Sister and Junior Sister were at odds again, and a few light coughs attempted to brush off the topic.
Jiang Yin, however, wouldn’t allow it, giving her a bland glance, “The fox didn’t want to bite, but someone was too inviting, so it bit.”
Tang Muxi stiffened, instinctively wanting to plead, but in the end, she pressed her lips together and said nothing.
The big devil was cunning and sly, best at fooling people.
Who knew if she was teasing her again?
Tang Muxi hummed sullenly, lowering her head to slowly pick at her food.
“How have you been lately?”
Wen Fei asked, “Has your condition worsened?”
Tang Muxi hesitated for a moment, then decided to answer honestly, “The headaches have been more frequent, and I felt weak this afternoon. I don’t know if it’s related.”
Jiang Yin paused her chopsticks, listening intently.
Noticing her gaze, Tang Muxi deliberately added, “Maybe it’s unrelated, perhaps someone just made me angry.”
She was getting better at turning the tables.
Jiang Yin frowned at her, realizing her junior sister was getting bolder lately.
Clearly, the last punishment was too light.
Shouldn’t have kissed.
Though she thought this, the desire was overwhelming, making restraint increasingly difficult.
Jiang Yin sighed inwardly.
Wen Fei pretended not to hear the latter part, standing up to examine Tang Muxi.
Although they were eating, given the worsening condition, Tang Muxi didn’t act coy and accepted the examination honestly.
The result was the same as before; Tang Muxi’s meridians and blood were normal, with smooth spiritual energy.
There was no reason for her to feel weak or have headaches, yet the situation was worsening.
Wen Fei reluctantly withdrew her fingers, slowly shaking her head at the expectant gazes of the group.
In an instant, the hope in her eyes faded away.
“This illness is peculiar. If it hadn’t appeared before and only showed up after Xia Ci’s death, it’s likely related to the Netherworld Talisman.”
“The influence of the divine artifact is beyond my ability to treat.
To find a breakthrough, we might have to rely on the Imprisoning Demon Sword,” Wen Fei said, turning her gaze to Jiang Yin.
“Tonight, try to seal the Imprisoning Demon Sword within her body and let it search for the source.
After all, the Imprisoning Demon Sword is a divine artifact and should be more sensitive to each other’s aura.
If it works, remove it immediately.
If not… don’t worry, I’ll send a message to the demon realm to persuade my sister to lend us the Jishi Lamp.”
“The Jishi Lamp can cure all diseases in the world, revive the dead, and heal bones.
As long as one’s lifespan isn’t exhausted, it can easily remove the effects caused by the divine artifact.”
Tang Muxi was shocked upon hearing this, “The Jishi Lamp… Master, isn’t this too much trouble…”
A divine artifact from an entire realm, mobilized just for her, seemed absurd.
Wen Mingyu didn’t expect her aunt to have such thoughts and was equally surprised but didn’t try to dissuade her.
She genuinely liked her junior sister’s character and was willing to befriend her.
Now, with the “Senior Sister” relationship involved, she no longer considered her an outsider.
If the Jishi Lamp could truly cure this ailment, she would be sincerely grateful.
“Silly girl, you’re now my disciple. If you’re in trouble, should I just stand by and watch?”
Wen Fei had actually thought of this a few days ago but still wanted to find a breakthrough herself.
However, as the days passed, her disciple’s condition worsened, and time was running out.
Coincidentally, she heard that Mingyu’s friend had recently returned, so she decided to take advantage of the situation.
Tang Muxi wanted to say more, but Jiang Yin stopped her and spoke first, “Since Master has made up her mind, we won’t say more.
Tonight, I’ll let the Imprisoning Demon Sword investigate, and if there’s any discovery, I’ll report it immediately.”
Wen Fei heard her call her “Master” and let out a soft snort.
Usually, she just called her senior, but now she was taking advantage and calling her Master.
“Alright, don’t be glib. Don’t forget to use your spiritual sense to wrap the divine artifact. The Imprisoning Demon Sword is domineering and fierce. If it accidentally harms her… hmph, let’s see if she can hold on until the Jishi Lamp arrives.”
After Wen Fei finished speaking, seeing that they had almost finished eating, she left first to contact the demon realm.
Jiang Yin and Tang Muxi also got up to return to their rooms and began to investigate the matter of her body.
Only the gluttonous phantom god remained at the dining table, reluctant to leave.
No one noticed that after stepping out of the room, Tang Muxi paused, and a flash of red light quickly passed through her eyes.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in the capital of the Nine Fiends, Gan Sha was watching the completely enclosed “dead city” from the high palace when he suddenly received a warning from the Netherworld Talisman.
“Heh, they’re willing to use two divine artifacts to expel the Netherworld Talisman…”
Gan Sha’s lips curled into a sinister smile, “This is forcing me to fight to the death.”
