Chapter 119: I Like Watching the Blood Rafflesia Bloom
“Master!”
In a humble courtyard of Baihe County, a wife approached her husband.
Mistress Fang, according to the Wu Kingdom’s records, was already sixty years old.
But Mistress Fang looked no older than thirty.
Though not breathtakingly beautiful, Mistress Fang was still undeniably lovely.
And with the passage of time, she exuded an even more graceful charm.
“Hmm.” Fang Ling nodded as he fed the chickens and said, “Did Xu Ming leave?”
“Yes, Master. The Zhuangyuan left today, and many commoners from Baihe County escorted him five li out of town.” Mistress Fang smiled and said, “The last time the people of Baihe County gave such a send-off was for you, Master.”
“The common folk are simple. As long as you treat them well, they will lift you high.” Fang Ling chuckled, “That young man left so quickly; he must be worried about being scolded by His Majesty. Now, the imperial decree probably won’t catch up to him.”
“That’s not true,” Mistress Fang covered her face and giggled softly. “When the Zhuangyuan left the city, the imperial decree just arrived. Fortunately, others say that His Majesty merely reprimanded the Zhuangyuan verbally without any real punishment.”
“That’s natural.”
Fang Ling threw a handful of millet.
“It’s mainly because those three sect disciples couldn’t find evidence to prove their accusations. Otherwise, this incident would actually count as an accomplishment for Xu Ming. Now, with the imperial decree, Xu Ming killing those three has been classified as a conflict among cultivators, unrelated to the court. Those three sects, for the sake of their reputation, might pursue Xu Ming.
“But Xu Ming has great fortune and won’t die easily. Letting him suffer a bit is good.”
Fang Ling didn’t say it aloud, but Emperor Wu had likely sent someone secretly to protect Xu Ming.
Fang Ling handed the bowl to his wife: “Xuan’er, let me sleep for a while. Wake me up in half an hour.”
“Alright, Master.”
Mistress Fang nodded.
Fang Ling returned to the room to sleep, while Mistress Fang continued feeding the chickens in the yard.
Fang Wan and Fang Qianqian, exhausted from playing with the cats and dogs in the yard, each held a cat and fell asleep under the eaves.
Mistress Fang smiled as she carried her grandchildren back into the room.
Just as Mistress Fang closed the door to the children’s room, her senses suddenly became sharp.
At the same moment, the window to Fang Ling’s room was blown open by the wind.
A black figure appeared at Fang Ling’s bedside, and a dagger was thrust toward Fang Ling’s heart.
At this critical moment, a furry tail wrapped around the assailant’s wrist.
Mo Zhu’er, dressed in black, turned her head curiously to look at the owner of the tail.
Mistress Fang sprouted a pair of white fox ears, her eyes glowing red like transparent carnelians.
Behind Mistress Fang floated three tails swaying in the air.
Mistress Fang pulled Mo Zhu’er towards herself with force, and another tail behind her shot out like a sword toward Mo Zhu’er’s heart.
Mistress Fang pierced through Mo Zhu’er’s heart, but Mo Zhu’er smirked.
In an instant, Mo Zhu’er transformed into hundreds of black butterflies and scattered.
Mistress Fang frowned, extending her long claws and striking backward.
“Clang!”
The sound of claws colliding with the dagger rang out.
Mo Zhu’er flipped and landed steadily on the ground.
“Who would’ve thought? The wife of the Wu Kingdom’s Chancellor is actually a fox spirit from the White Fox Nation. Tsk tsk tsk… truly strange,” Mo Zhu’er scrutinized Mistress Fang, her tone filled with mockery.
Mistress Fang didn’t bother with words. The four tails hovering in the air grew larger and longer, once again attacking Mo Zhu’er.
Unfortunately, Mistress Fang missed again as Mo Zhu’er vanished from the room.
Mistress Fang sniffed the air, confirming the assassin had left before sighing in relief.
She walked to her husband’s bedside, holding his hand.
Fang Ling slept deeply, as if nothing could wake him.
“Really, why are all these people so hard to kill?”
Leaving the small courtyard, Mo Zhu’er dusted off her black dress.
If Xu Ming was difficult to kill, how did an old man have a fox spirit by his side?
A woman from the Southern Demon Realm marrying the Chancellor of the Wu Dynasty—truly bizarre.
If the whole world knew about this, who knows what the reaction would be.
“Whatever, it’s none of my business. Whoever wants to kill Fang Ling can go ahead. My mission is Xu Ming anyway. Speaking of which, where is my little prey now?”
Mo Zhu’er picked up a compass, its needle spinning wildly before finally pointing north.
“If I follow this direction…” Mo Zhu’er thought for a moment, then smiled coyly, “it leads to Heavenly Profound Gate~”
Heavenly Profound Gate, Climbing Heaven Mountain.
Various outer sect disciples were participating in the inner sect selection.
Passing the inner sect selection meant becoming an Inner Sect Disciple of Heavenly Profound Gate.
The difference in treatment between outer sect and inner sect disciples was like heaven and earth.
This time, the person responsible for hosting the inner sect disciple selection was a young girl.
Sitting atop a tall mountain peak, she wore a blue light gauze shirt, a Scattered Flower Water Mist Green Grass Pleated Skirt, draped in a pale blue Green Water Thin Smoke Gauze. Her shoulders were delicate, her waist slender, her skin smooth as congealed fat, her breath as fragrant as orchids. She took tiny steps with her narrow waist, presenting her fair wrists beneath the light gauze veil. Her eyes shimmered with spring water-like clarity, glancing around with a mischievous sparkle.
Her hair was styled in a slanted bun adorned with a hollow golden hairpin, decorated with purple jade beads, and adorned with flowing silk tassels. Her charming beauty surpassed flowers, her fingers delicate as onion roots, her lips red as ruby.
Underneath her curved lashes, her enchanting peach blossom eyes sparkled with the colors of spring, the corners slightly tilted upward, painting the scenery of the world.
Her raven-black hair flowed gracefully through her fingertips, lost in deep thought.
“Miss Qingwan, would you like some Celestial Seeking Fruits?” A man approached.
The man was named Xia Donghua, the son of the Heavenly Profound Gate Sect Leader.
Qingwan glanced at Xia Donghua and smiled gently, “Thank you, Brother, but no need. I’m currently cultivating internally, and it’s not suitable to consume things rich in spiritual energy.”
“Alright then.” Xia Donghua stood beside Qingwan, “By the way, do you like Blood Rafflesia? Recently, I found a field of Blood Rafflesia flowers east of Heavenly Profound Gate. Would you like to see it?”
“Brother, I’m not particularly fond of Blood Rafflesia,” Qingwan politely smiled and shook her head.
“Is that so?” Xia Donghua paused, “But I heard Elder Wang Xuan say that you take care of the Blood Rafflesia garden in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers every day.”
“Indeed~”
Qingwan smiled brightly.
“I’m not very fond of Blood Rafflesia, but I do enjoy watching the Blood Rafflesia bloom.”
