Though Hua Yan held the rank of Supreme First-Class National Guardian General of Nanchu, his villa in Liaozhou was remarkably simple.
There were no flowers or plants—the rear courtyard was a vast training ground. Many armored soldiers stood guard, and when they saw Hua Le return, they smiled brightly and offered a half-bow on the spot.
Father Cao saw the bundle and immediately scrambled over, clutching it tightly. His eyes gleamed with greed. He glanced at Cao Lingzhi again, but didn’t obediently back off as Murong Yun had expected.
Instead, he tried to bargain.
“Miss, this isn’t how business is done. I have such a grown daughter—this is far too little.”
“Of course.”
Murong Yun patted Hua Le’s head. Though she didn’t understand why picking it was necessary, to her, it was nothing more than a lift of the hand.
With a light step and spiritual energy surging through her legs, she leapt to the top of the towering plum tree in an instant. Before plucking the blossoms, she took advantage of the height to glimpse most of Liaozhou City.
The entrance to the passage was not wide, and very dark. Murong Yun, seeing the strings of grain sacks behind A'Xuan, finally showed some conscience and lit a ball of green spiritual light for illumination.
Since A'Xuan insisted on managing the grain sacks behind, Murong Yun cast a glance at her waist and stepped inside ahead of her.
The secret passage was very long, with many forks along the way. It was A'Xuan who guided the path, and according to him, if they took the wrong turn, what awaited ahead would be deadly traps.
“Ohhh—so that’s what’s going on!”
Hua Le nodded, half-understanding. Her questions were soon swept away by the joy of returning home, and she asked no further.
“Miss Lei, safe travels. Take these with you for the road.”
Sister Mu followed behind Hua Le, casting only a brief glance at the grain. Then she handed Murong Yun the bundle of provisions she had specially prepared for them.
But now that he had met Miss Lei, it was clear from her demeanor that she was not someone who changed her mind easily.
Looking again at little Hua Le, he sighed. So be it—he would risk his life to accompany her.
Besides, Madam Hua’s noodles were truly delicious. If given the chance to taste them again—why not?
When Murong Yun had almost finished the porridge, Sister Mu came over with the medicine box and was surprised when she saw Murong Yun who could already get out of bed.
Although she had seen the wound when she was carried back yesterday, and it was true that it was a flesh wound, the wound was close to the bone. Logically speaking, it would be difficult to even sit up to drink porridge, let alone get out of bed.
But looking at Murong Yun's face, she was quite energetic.
"It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after I take a nap. Let's see what delicious food did Xiao Huale bring for me?"
Murong Yun touched Hua Le's head, and she really wasn't telling lies. Although she didn't know why, such a serious injury but her back feels a little itchy this time, and the healing speed was amazing.
"Well, I didn't bring much with me. They said you were injured and couldn't eat rich food."
"Miss Lei's injury hasn't healed yet, why did you get out of bed?"
The other party's tone was normal, and there was nothing unusual except for the concern.
No, she has changed drastically. With her personality, how could she not ask? This doesn't seem right.
"A'Xuan?"
"Cough, cough." Murong Yun, who was lying on the rice bag, complained silently, she choked on her saliva when she heard the bad words. She coughed so much that her pale face turned red due to excessive blood loss.
What kind of thriller story is this? Being favored by a pervert is not a good experience.
But the brother from the Water Village nodded with an eager look on his face and said, "You are absolutely right." He praised Murong Yun very ignorantly: "That's right, Miss Lei has a high level of cultivation, a beautiful person and a kind heart. I have never seen a better girl than her in my life."
She pretentiously glanced at the sky that had never stopped snowing, the sky is pitch-black. She nodded in agreement and said, "What you said makes perfect sense. Since that's the case, then the young master can follow us back."
"It just so happened that we managed to rob a lot of rice today, it will definitely fill us up." Murong Yun said, with a little proud face. She turned her head and looked at the long line of grain. Not to mention anything else, she was actually quite happy to see the white grain.
"The Lady's conditions are truly tempting to me as well; What should I do about this?" He pretended to look troubled, which made Murong Yun and Xue Dao both nervous.
He hesitated to make a decision until Murong Yun couldn't contain her impatience and grinded her teeth. When he saw her eyes flashed in anger, he seemed to have finally seen enough of the excitement and sighed, his voice full of regret.
"Unfortunately, I have already made a promise. I appreciate your kindness but I must respectfully decline."
The man smiled disdainfully, and the long knife in his hand carved out a path.
Murong Yun knew that with her current spiritual energy, doing so would only buy her a little time, and she would not be able to defeat the two of them.
So, at the moment when the vines broke through the ground, she grabbed Shui Changming, and the other party immediately understood what she meant, carried her and ran way...
Murong Yun had a bad premonition in an instant. The opponent is originally an earth-element spiritual practitioner, and among all attributes, Earth element is the most solid and substantial. Especially paired with his sword technique, it is very powerful.
If it were a direct confrontation, she, being a wood-element practitioner, would be at a disadvantage.
She is timid, but the opponent is quite enthusiastic.
Fortunately, the 'Tai Su Jue' realized that the body was damaged and immediately activated the spiritual energy contained in the tendons to repair it, which made Murong Yun feel better.
The irritable man looked at his leader and swatted this hateful woman onto the cliff like a fly. He felt proud. He rubbed his face that was swollen by Murong Yun during the previous fight and felt a little embarrassed.
"You are dumbfounded, dog woman. Our leader is at the peak of the seventh level. He is not on the same level as you!"
However, if this thing is here, then his seventh-level leader shouldn't be there too, right? She wouldn't be so unlucky, would she?
What kind of luck is this to put so many masters in a small food protection team that you can't usually see?
Murong Yun twitched her lips as she thought about this guess. However, what was more terrifying than the guess was that the next moment, her 'sweet dream' would come true...
"Then I'll leave first. You have to listen carefully to Sister Mu."
Murong Yun glanced at Hua Le one last time, and then handed her little hand to Sister Mu on the side.
Seeing the little girl nodding obediently as always, she followed the rest of the team with peace of mind.
Seeing Murong Yun possessing spiritual power, and seeing Shui Changming's different attitude from yesterday, Sister Mu's eyes flashed with surprise, but the current situation did not allow her to think too much.
Fortunately, with Murong Yun's sufficient spiritual energy to support him, Tie Dan's condition was stabilized after the wounds were repaired and hemostatic medicine was applied.
"It can be considered as saving one's life."
"Do you like fish very much? How about eating it every day?"
Murong Yun put the fish outside the door, washed her hands in the basin indoors, and asked as if unintentionally.
"Is it really possible?" Hua Le, who was carefully picking out the thorn, her face lit up, then darkened, and shook her head, with a bit of sadness in her eyebrows like an adult: "Sister, you don't know, there are no big fish in Liao provincial City."
Murong Yun also understands the truth. In this world, even if ordinary people are lucky enough to awaken spiritual talent like Shui Changming, they are just talents.
If you don't have support and practice those spiritual arts that are monopolized by a big family, it would be rare for someone like Shui Changming to reach the third level just by relying on own efforts.
But Shui Changming is afraid, but she is not afraid.
