On the other side——

After Mu Wan left the courtyard where Jun Mu Qian lived, she vomited blood when she returned.

She vomited blood three times in a row before she could barely hold back the sweet taste in her throat.

After Hua Li diagnosed that Jun Mu Qian was completely disabled, she was completely unable to calm down her mood.

It’s useless? How can it be useless?!

"Damn!" Mu Wan slammed the table, her face gloomy, her blood surging, and she sneered, "I finally discovered that this Mu Qian is my nemesis!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and the table fell apart directly under the palm.

Mu Wan took a deep breath and said coldly: "Mu Pengxiao."

After three breaths, Mu Pengxiao appeared, still very respectful.

Mu Wan glanced at him, her expression still ugly: "Mu Qian is useless, what do you think we should do now?"

"Abandoned?" Upon hearing this, Mu Pengxiao was also shocked, "What's going on?"

"How do I know?" Mu Wan felt aggrieved. "The miracle doctor said that a master once put a restriction in her body. Once she breaks through to the Spirit King, she will explode."

"Is there such a restriction?" Mu Pengxiao was stunned for a moment, and then he looked a little more serious, "If there really is such a master, his strength will definitely be above mine."

"I know." Mu Wan's eyes were gloomy, "I just don't understand. Why would such a master impose such a ban for nothing? If he really has a grudge, can't he just kill him?"

Death can prevent future troubles.

"Well, how can we understand the master's thoughts?" Mu Pengxiao shook his head, "Since Mu Qian is dead, your plan can be put on hold for the time being."

He didn't agree with it in the first place, but now it happened that he could stop it.

"No -" Mu Wan gritted her teeth, a strong desire burst out in her eyes, "I won't give in!"

Yes, I was unwilling to give in and saw the opportunity quietly slipping away from my eyes.

After hearing this, Mu Pengxiao was silent for a moment: "The miracle doctor said that he can't be saved, but what about the Spiritual Race?"

"The Spirit Tribe?" Mu Wan pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "That makes sense. Generally, restrictions are placed directly on the soul. The Spirit Tribe may be able to lift them."

The conversation suddenly changed: "But, is Mu Qian worth letting me send her to the Spiritual Clan?"

The Spirit Clan is not that easy to talk to. Although the seven major families have a very high status in the human race, they are not enough in the eyes of the Spirit Clan.

Not to mention, Princess Xuechun of the Fengling Tribe doesn't have the slightest fondness for brother and sister Mu Ying.

"If you think it's worth it, then it's worth it." Mu Pengxiao said lightly.

"Hmm..." Mu Wan nodded, "Then I have to have a reason to send her out. Even if she doesn't go, I still have to go."

She thought for a while, frowned and relaxed: "Yes, a while ago Mu Zhongtian said that a messenger from the Spiritual Tribe would be coming in the next few days, so I took this opportunity to send Mu Qian there."

Mu Wan said ruthlessly: "If she can be cured, take her back. If she can't be cured, let her fend for herself in the Spirit Clan."

It would not be a pity for people who are of no use to her to die.

"Yes." Mu Pengxiao responded, "Will the rest of the Mu family..."

"Don't worry." Mu Wan narrowed her eyes and smiled casually, "I have my own way."

**

After receiving the message from Su Qingli, Jun Muqian and Mu Ying immediately set off, preparing to go to the Feng family through the teleportation array.

But what I didn't expect was that Su Qingli was actually in Muwang City.

Moreover, she didn't come alone. Next to her stood Fusu, who was as tall as a jade tree.

After seeing the woman in purple, Su Qingli was surprised for a moment. She said with a narrow expression, "Why do you look like you've lost all your strength and then crawled over to see me?"

Jun Muxian: "..."

Oh wow, the little queen is amazing, I’m afraid she’s probably reading as many books as Bliss.

It was just that in order to let everyone know that she was a loser, she made herself more decadent.

So in the eyes of outsiders, she just looks like that - her face is pale and her steps are sloppy.

this……

Lord Jun was speechless.

"Stop it, stop your dirty thoughts." Jun Muqian said expressionlessly, "I see your face is rosy. Have you been feeling well lately?"

"Okay." Su Qingli twitched the corner of her mouth, "I'm almost bored to death by those people in the Feng family."

She needed to sort out her father's belongings, so she stayed at the Feng family.

As a result, the old man, the head of the Feng family, brought a group of people to her door every day to lobby her to become the next head of the family.

"It's so miserable." Jun Muzhen glanced at her with pity, "Why don't you learn from me and destroy yourself, so no one will come to you."

Su Qingli said melancholy: "I would like to, but I don't have such shameless means as you."

Jun Muqian choked: "I don't want to talk to you."

"Well, this is something my father left me." Su Qingli shrugged, took out a golden scale, and handed it over, "Take a look."

Jun Muqian's eyes froze for a moment, and her expression turned cold: "Sure enough, it has something to do with them."

She remembered that the mysterious young master had a golden snake tail. Although the scales on it were a little different from this one, the shape was not much different.

"You know?" Su Qingli paused slightly, "I asked Young Master Seventeenth to check it out. The age of this scale is probably over ten thousand years."

"Ten thousand years..." Jun Muqian frowned, "They have been around for that long?"

Fusu nodded: "From the only records of the Fu family, it seems that the owner of this kind of scales once appeared in Dongsheng China."

"In the beginning, I carried this scale with me every day and found nothing unusual." Su Qingli glanced at Fusu and said slowly, "But then I suddenly remembered a game that the Queen Mother taught me to play.

.”

"Huh?" Jun Muqian raised an eyebrow.

"The Queen Mother would often take out a few stones and put them on the fire to roast." Su Qingli recalled, "Then some words would appear on those stones. The Queen Mother would always tell me that these were her most precious treasures.

Even the Shengyuan Dynasty cannot compare."

Jun Muqian understood: "Did your father leave it behind?"

"That's right." Su Qingli sighed, "So, on a whim, I put this golden scale on the fire to bake, just for fun, but unexpectedly, words actually appeared."

"What did you write?" Mu Ying blurted out.

Su Qingli said word by word: "The radiance of the Holy Spirit, the silver fields of ice and snow, the grand gathering of geniuses."

"That's all?" Mu Ying frowned, "But what does this have to do with my father?"

He knew that his father died in the Ice and Snow Silver Field. Unfortunately, after so many years, the Ice and Snow Silver Field has not come to Wanling Continent.

Su Qingli was silent for a moment, and then said with difficulty: "Because I also discovered that the three characters Mu Chenbai are engraved on these scales."

Mu Ying's expression changed, and she took the golden scale from Jun Mu Qian's hand and looked at it carefully.

And sure enough, hidden in the gorgeous lines of the scales are three very inconspicuous words - Mu Chen Bai.

"This is..." Mu Ying's body trembled slightly, "Father's handwriting."

So, these scales actually belong to his father?

"Think about it, my father must have seen Mu Chenbai's body before he obtained his relics." Su Qingli's eyes sharpened, "You also know that the Feng family has had talisman masters since ancient times, and my father has a space teleportation talisman on his body.

, I guess that before he died, he sent this scale to the Feng family and left these clues."

Feng Xiwei picked it up by chance. I'm afraid she also checked the scales for a long time but found no clues.

Jun Muqian's eyes narrowed slightly: "With the space teleportation talisman, Feng Yimo can completely teleport himself, but he chose to send the scales back..."

"Either, he is on the verge of death and unable to save himself." Fusu's eyes were dark, "Or, he thinks these clues are more important than him, and he is sure that Li'er will be able to see them one day."

"..."

Several people fell silent. The amount of information was really too much for them.

Mu Ying held the scale tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "There is nothing we can do about Bingxueyinyuan. The Tianjiao event will not be until next year."

"Then go to the Spirit Clan." Jun Muqian said without any burden, "Feng Yimo puts the radiance of the Holy Spirit first. Obviously it is the most important."

Maybe Mu Chenbai is not dead?

"This is exactly what I want to say." Su Qingli said, "I also want to go to the Spirit Clan. I will fulfill my father's unfulfilled wish."

Fusu smiled: "Li'er and I will go together."

Su Qingli's face darkened: "You and I have nothing to do with each other. How can we be together?"

"It doesn't matter?" Fusu thought thoughtfully and smiled helplessly, "That day, I remember Li'er woke up in front of me. As soon as she woke up, she turned against her and refused to recognize anyone."

Su Qingli: "..."

Shameless.

"It turns out..." Jun Muqian suddenly realized, "Ali, are you going to be romantic and happy?"
To be continued...