After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 4 He really died
what? !

How could his damaged spiritual root be repaired?
Meng Ling was so shocked that her mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling to the ground.

"Wei..."

Ah... I'm so sleepy.

Mo Jiuwei moved her lips slightly, seemingly yawning, and then fell asleep again.

This made Meng Ling, who was about to ask her a question, stop talking and ultimately didn't disturb her dream.

"Let's go out first and let her fall asleep."

As he spoke, Old Liu ushered everyone out the door and closed it behind him.

"Was what she just said true or false?" Meng Ling, being young, asked anxiously first, "Is there really a way to restore my spiritual root?"

She was once a prominent figure in a major sect, until her spiritual root was destroyed by a plot, which led her to leave the sect in despair.

On the way, they were ambushed, but were fortunately rescued by Senior Sister Chen, and then came to Xianlai Sect with her.

Over the years, she had also held onto hope, seeking medical help everywhere, but all the alchemists gave the same answer—

"With his spiritual root destroyed, there is no hope for cultivation, and there is no cure."

Mo Jiuwei was the first person to say that her spiritual root could be cured!

"She also said that Uncle Liu possesses immortal essence, I wonder if it's true." Du Yue's expression was strange, somewhat amused. "And she also said that I was cheated on..."

Ji Qingqing quickly comforted her, "No, Senior Sister Yue, you and Senior Brother Xuanming are such a perfect match, and you've been childhood sweethearts with a very good relationship. How could he do anything to betray you!"

"That's not necessarily true." Old Liu sneered. "That kid's eyes are too sharp. I told you long ago that he's bound to have a lot of tricks up his sleeve. I think Jiuwei's words make sense. Yueyue, you'd better be careful."

Du Yue said helplessly, "Uncle Liu, you've always disliked Xuanming; that's prejudice."

"Jiuwei also said I could become a winemaker. Have you heard of this opportunity?" Hu Jiu asked, bringing the topic back to the forefront.

Everyone shook their heads.

"There are indeed people who brew wine, but I've never heard of anyone who uses wine to achieve enlightenment," Old Liu said with certainty.

"Then, Uncle Liu, do you think the matter of the Immortal Marrow is true or false?" Hu Jiu asked.

Old Liu chuckled self-deprecatingly, "How could that be? If I possessed immortal essence, how could I have such comprehension and cultivation?"

Ke Ji hesitated before speaking, looking down at her sword. "But... what Weiwei said is true. Although the materials for this sword are excellent, it was the first magical artifact our ancestor forged, so the craftsmanship is inevitably a bit rusty. If a skilled weapon refiner were to reforge it, the price could indeed increase tenfold."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment.

"This is probably just a coincidence."

"Definitely. After saying so many wrong things, it's only fair that one of my offhand remarks came true."

"Indeed, she's just an infant. Even if she's exceptionally gifted, how could she possibly predict everything?"

Ji Qingqing thought to herself that Mo Jiuwei's accuracy was probably more than just a casual remark.

But seeing that no one else believed her, she didn't know what else to say.

"It's getting late, everyone should go and get some rest. I'll take care of Weiwei," Chen Lan said.

She had given birth before, so of all these people, she was the most suitable to take care of a baby.

Moreover, seeing Mo Jiuwei reminds her of her daughter when she was just born, and her heart melts completely.

The next morning, Du Yue went to the Yu family to get deer milk.

I arrived late yesterday and didn't get enough for Mo Jiuwei to drink.

The Yu family is in the business of making elixirs; they are not only wealthy but also very kind-hearted.

Otherwise, she'll have to go to another store, and even if she runs herself ragged, she'll never get any deer milk!
"The child survived, right?" The gatekeeper of the Yu family asked with a smile when he saw Du Yue coming over.

Du Yue looked grateful. "Yes, I survived. Fortunately, I have your family's deer milk. I am truly grateful."

The servant waved his hand, "It's still a human life; we'll help if we can."

Just then, someone on the road suddenly shouted, "Really??" Du Yue turned around curiously and looked over.

"It's true! What a huge Sun Tiger Beast! I've never seen one that big before. It swallowed that person whole in one gulp! Even after he's gone, I can still hear his screams."

"Hiss... He's really unlucky. Out of so many people, he was the only one who got eaten. By the way, do you know who that person is?"

"I don't know him, but someone at Qingfeng Slope knows him, I think they call him something... Fellow Daoist Zheng?"

Du Yue was stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Du? Fellow Daoist Du!"

The servant handed Du Yue a bottle filled with fresh deer milk, but noticed that Du Yue was looking at the street as if she had seen a ghost, so he couldn't help but push her.

"Ah... thank you so much!"

Du Yue suddenly snapped out of her daze, hurriedly took the deer milk, thanked the servant again, and ran to the middle of the road to ask the two people who were chatting.

"Brothers, what were you talking about just now? What Qinghu Beast? What Qingfeng Slope?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh, it was this morning. When I came back from Qingfeng Slope, I saw a huge Qinghu beast swallowing a cultivator from afar. Tsk, what a tragedy. I wonder what that person did to anger it." The male cultivator shook his head and sighed.

"Swallow it raw?" Du Yue's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's right, they swallow people whole, they just open their mouths and eat them without even chewing."

"Tell me, what's that person's surname?" Du Yue asked again.

"It seems his surname is Zheng; his companion called out that several times."

The surname is Zheng...

Qingfeng Slope.

Sun Tiger Beast!
Du Yue swallowed hard, quickly thanked them, and then rushed back to the Immortal Sect, panting all the way.

When they returned to the dilapidated sect, everyone stood around Mo Jiuwei, looking at her with amusement and doting eyes.

Mo Jiuwei felt utterly hopeless because... she had just wet the bed again.

There was nothing she could do about it; her body was too weak, and these instincts were almost beyond her control.

Fortunately, this is the world of cultivation, where a single spell can clean clothes, saving the trouble of washing them.

"Junior Sister Du is back. What happened to you?" Chen Lan, who was holding Mo Jiuwei, looked at Du Yue.

"Zheng Cheng is dead!" Du Yue said, her voice trembling.

"what?"

"What did you say?"

"Zheng Cheng is dead??"

Everyone turned to look at them at once.

Du Yue nodded. "It's very likely him... I heard from passersby when I was collecting deer milk that there was a huge Qinghu beast at Qingfeng Slope this morning that swallowed a cultivator whole, and the person's surname was Zheng."

She glanced at Mo Jiuwei, refraining from saying a word—

This is exactly what Mo Jiuwei said yesterday!
Although she didn't say it, everyone understood immediately.

"how so……"

"Is Zheng Cheng really dead? But he was perfectly fine yesterday!"

"Could I have misheard? Besides, there are many people with the surname Zheng; it can't necessarily be Zheng Cheng, right?"

They were both shocked and doubtful.

Mo Jiuwei was not surprised at all.

It must be Zheng Cheng; he's completely dead now.

(End of this chapter)