Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

The Third Prince glared angrily at the two people, the agonizing feeling he had just experienced completely vanished.

Instead, a vague and inexplicable sense of irritability arose.

What's with this feeling of having a green head...?

But I really... wasn't here first...

The battle ended, and the flower fairy fell completely silent.

The air was filled with bits of flesh and blood mist that slowly settled, and the entire underground palace was permeated with a nauseating stench of decay.

Lin Yanluo stood in the center of the ruins, holding a giant hammer in one hand. Her murderous aura had not dissipated, and she casually pulsated her spiritual power.

The bloodstains on his robes and hair were instantly shattered, leaving not a trace.

She coldly surveyed her surroundings. Guan Jiu'er didn't sheathe her sword; she was squatting among the still slightly twitching remains of the flower demon, using the tip of her sword to part the broken petals and fragments of the blood pill, carefully searching for something.

Their movements were unhurried and their objective was clear; they were obviously not clearing the battlefield, but searching for something.

Lin Yanluo unconsciously tightened her grip on the hammer handle.

From the moment she entered the secret realm until now, everything flashed through her mind.

The various forces attracted by the false news, the sealed entrance to the secret realm, the endless mutated plants, and the flower demon that has been sealed for who knows how many years.

Everyone, including herself, was kept in the dark and led by the nose.

Although none of the disciples died, that brat Mu Tianmiao...

Lin Yanluo clenched her teeth.

She used her divine sense to scan Mu Tianmiao, who was standing next to Master Huiming in the distance.

Sensing that his cultivation level had fallen from the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage to the Middle Stage of the Golden Core stage... Li Xizhao would go mad if he knew...

An unnamed anger surged from the depths of her heart.

She strode up behind Guan Jiu'er, slammed the hammer down on the ground, cracking a stone slab, her voice as cold as if it had been quenched with ice.

"Guan Jiu'er, tell me the truth... is this matter related to you or not?"

This isn't a question, it's an interrogation!

The atmosphere started to turn sour.

The dull thud of Lin Yanluo's hammer striking the ground still echoed in the ruins, and her question landed among the remains of the flower demon, receiving no immediate response.

Guan Jiu'er remained squatting in front of the pile of minced meat, her sword pausing for a moment before she continued to part a shattered petal, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Master Huiming reached out and grabbed at the air, and the Bodhi branch stained with blood flew back into his hand from the wreckage.

He glanced down at it, then took out a clean white cloth from his sleeve and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the branch, his movements unhurried and deliberate, just as he usually did.

The ritual implements were wiped clean in the meditation room, just like everyone else.

After wiping the Bodhi branch, he reached out and pulled Yuantong, who was still chatting incessantly with Mu Tianmiao, his tone calm but leaving no room for refusal.

"Now that the matter is over, I shall take my leave."

His gaze lingered for a moment on the bulging storage bag at Yuantong's waist, which looked as if it were about to burst.

He crafted that storage bag himself, and he knew its capacity better than anyone else.

It can fit half a small Zen temple.

But now it was stuffed full, and the drawstring at the top of the bag was taut.

The old monk said nothing, but his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

That's fine.

No core disciples were killed or injured, and the secret realm supplies were obtained. Although this trip was dangerous, it was not a loss for Nanshan Temple.

Yuantong was lifted up by the back of his collar by his master. His legs kicked twice in the air, and he turned around to wave and shout at Mu Tianmiao.

"Benefactor Mu! This humble monk shall take his leave now! We shall continue another day! Don't forget that you still owe this humble monk a spiritual plant!"

His voice still echoed in the ruins of the underground palace, but he had already been carried out of the dome crack by Master Huiming.

He also took the only survivor, a rogue cultivator, whom he had knocked unconscious.

The old prince was no fool.

He's lived for over three hundred years, seen all sorts of conspiracies and schemes, and this mess he's dealing with right now...

Lin Yanluo's questioning, Guan Jiu'er's silence, the unknown secrets hidden in the remains of the flower demon...

What follows is likely to be quite troublesome.

Although the Imperial Court is not afraid of trouble, there is no need for it to get involved in the internal affairs of the Immortal Shadow Sect.

These crazy women... are much more troublesome than that one from the Joyful Union Sect...

He frowned, then remembered another question.

This operation resulted in the loss of several Golden Core attendants, and the Third Prince nearly died inside the flower demon's belly...

In the end, besides being covered in injuries, it seems like he gained nothing.

This deal looks like a losing proposition no matter how you look at it.

Wait, is it really all for naught?

He turned to look at the Third Prince.

The Third Prince leaned against the pile of rubble, still wrapped in Mu Tianmiao's outer robe.

When she saw the old prince's gaze sweep over her, she didn't speak, but simply raised her wrist slightly, revealing the storage spiritual light flowing on her bracelet.

The old prince probed inside with his divine sense, and a hint of relaxation, barely perceptible to others, appeared on his usually stern face.

The place was overflowing with spiritual plants and fruits, of extremely high quality and in considerable quantity.

Putting it in the treasury of the Imperial Court would be a considerable sum of money.

Furthermore, spiritual plants are a sustainable resource.

He stroked his beard, feeling much more at ease, but then he remembered the Jade Dragon Pill...

He couldn't help but sigh, but then he thought that the pill had saved his niece's savior, so it wasn't a disgrace to the name of the sacred medicine...

He turned around, solemnly cupped his hands to Mu Tianmiao, and spoke in a more polite tone than he had to anyone else before.

"Wang Ting owes you a favor. If you ever have time to visit the capital in the future, young friend, Wang Ting will certainly do his best to be a good host."

The Third Prince also stood up, wrapped his obviously oversized outer robe tighter around himself, and glanced down at Mu Tianmiao.

Yun Qingyao was still lying on top of him.

The Third Prince swallowed back the words he was about to say, simply waving his hand and feigning nonchalance.

"Next time you come to Beijing, I'll cover your food and accommodation. We're off now."

"Sure, let's get together again next time. Your methods are quite good too, I'll come and learn from you next time!"

The Third Prince's lips curled into a smile: "Then I'll certainly welcome you with open arms!"

With a surge of spiritual power, the old prince transformed the two into a stream of dark golden light, soaring into the sky through the crack in the dome.

Chapter Sixty-Five: What are you looking at! They've all left!

Lin Yanluo stood to the side and glanced at Yun Qingyao.

The girl was covered in blood and bits of flesh from the flower demon, her clothes stained with blood and grime.

Her face was dirty, but her peach blossom eyes hadn't left Mu Tianmiao for even an inch since the beginning.

Lin Yanluo, carrying a hammer, gave a casual reminder.

"Girl, your family's flying boat is about to set sail, aren't you going back?"

Yun Qingyao hesitated.

Her fingers unconsciously clenched Mu Tianmiao's sleeve, clenching and loosening repeatedly.

Of course she knew she had to leave.

The Qingyun Sect's flying boat wouldn't wait for a discarded child who had lost her Holy Maiden; she knew Jingkong's temper better than anyone.

But her feet seemed rooted to the spot; every inch of her reason urged her to turn around, while every part of her body refused to move.

Mu Tianmiao gently patted the back of her hand, his voice softer than usual, so low that only she could hear it.

"If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day? Let's go back now; we'll have another chance to meet later."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly and placed a light and gentle kiss on her lips.

It was purely tender, without any explicit content.

Yun Qingyao felt as if something had pierced her heart.

If love between two people is destined to last, why should they be together every day and night?

In all her years, no one had ever said such a thing to her.

She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Mu Tianmiao's neck, and deepened the kiss.

As their lips intertwined, she tasted the slightly bitter medicinal flavor of the Jade Dragon Pill lingering on his tongue, as well as the scent that haunted her dreams.

After hugging for a while, she reluctantly let go, stood up, and walked out of the underground palace, turning back every few steps.

She stopped at the edge of the crack and looked back at him, her lips moving several times before she finally uttered a single, barely audible sentence.

"I...I'm leaving now."

Then the light of the Azure Frost Sword shone, carrying her towards the exit of the secret realm.

However... she was met head-on by a gentle purple light.

Chen Zisu hovered in mid-air, her elegant long dress fluttering slightly in the wind, her long purple hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

She had clearly just come from the entrance of the secret realm, and the pale purple flower by her temple still had a few drops of spiritual dew clinging to it.

He was surrounded by a soft halo of light remaining from the realm of the revival of all things.

She glanced at Yun Qingyao, then looked over her shoulder at Mu Tianmiao, who was looking this way from the depths of the underground palace.

Then her voice was so soft, as if she were talking to a younger relative.

“Young lady, come visit the Immortal Shadow Sect when you have time. Your family home and your husband’s family home are both home, so don’t be shy.”

Yun Qingyao's face flushed bright red.

She opened her mouth as if to say something to explain, but when she met Chen Zisu's gentle eyes that were so tender that she was powerless to resist, she couldn't utter a single word.

The light of the Azure Frost Sword suddenly shone brightly, and she streaked across the sky like a blue meteor.

She sped towards the direction of the Qingyun Sect's flying boat, even faster than when she escaped the flower demon.

Chen Zisu watched the fleeing blue light, covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then slowly drifted towards the depths of the underground palace.

Lin Yanluo was extremely displeased.

That girl from the Qingyun Sect, right in front of Lin Yanluo, hugged and kissed her son repeatedly, and not content with just one kiss, she even turned around and kissed him again.

Then Chen Zisu arrived late, slowly floating down, and was saying something to the girl...

Is both your maternal home and your in-laws' home considered home?

Which side are you on?!

She glared at Mu Tianmiao, who was still looking up at the direction where Yun Qingyao had disappeared, a reluctant smile on his lips.

Lin Yanlu kicked a piece of gravel away and shouted angrily.

"Stop looking! They're all gone! Your eyes are practically popping out of your head!"

Mu Tianmiao awkwardly withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to touch his nose.

Lin Yanlu snorted and turned her head to aim her fire at Chen Zisu, who had just floated down.

"And you! You're so late, you might as well have just gone back to your sect! By the time you arrived to rescue people, it would be too late!"

Chen Zisu wasn't annoyed at all; she remained as gentle and kind as ever, the little flower by her temple swaying gently as she tilted her head.

Her gaze passed over Lin Yanluo's shoulder and landed on the black-clad figure who was rising from the remains of the flower demon, a knowing smile playing on her lips.