Mistress, I Was Wrong-Chapter 219

Mistress, I Was Wrong-Chapter 219

A massive surge of wind-element spiritual power erupted from Lien at the center, sweeping out in all directions.
Even wind-element Spiritual Masters as strong as Qian Ziyan and Qian Yiling felt that this wind power was far too strange.
Lien may have awakened the wind element, but his spiritual power was never this overwhelming.
Besides, he was already dead!
How could a dead man possess such powerful spiritual energy?
The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Seal it."
Qian Wanyu was also affected by this force that seemed determined to break through everything.
She quickly withdrew from her cultivation and saw Lien, who had been lying on the ground, gently lifted by a whirlwind, slowly rising into the air.
The wind-element power around him gradually formed a small vortex.
This power kept battering the faint flame at the top, sweeping through the walls, wild and unrestrained, even launching unconscious attacks at them.
Qian Wanyu's face was so dark it looked like water might drip from it.
The red mark on her forehead began to burn again, hotter than ever before, as if it wanted to carve itself deep into her soul.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "He's not dead!"
Qian Ziyan and Qian Yiling quickly joined forces to create a barrier to block Lien's unconscious attacks.
If Qian Wanyu were still lost in her inner demons, she might have rolled up her sleeves and gone to kill him again.
But now that her mind was clear, she would never do something so stupid, even if she wanted to die.
Qian Wanyu watched as the power raged around them, only to gather at the center and crash heavily against the flame at the top.
The flame, battered by the storm, flickered and looked like it could go out at any moment.
"What is Yu'er doing?"
Qian Wanyu easily broke through their barrier, standing at the eye of the storm, staring proudly at Lien.
After a long look, she suddenly took out a half-jade pendant from her space and tossed it casually into the air.
The jade was only half, a gentle pale green from a distance.
She let the raging wind batter the half-jade pendant, not worried at all that it would be ground to dust.
If Qing Mo were still conscious, he would probably have a heart attack from her reckless behavior.
"Qian Ying, the half-jade is here, your son is here, are you coming to see for yourself?" Qian Wanyu laughed madly, almost deranged.
She had been tormented by this blood oath for over a year, always thinking about how to break it, but now that the moment had come, she felt no joy at all.
Qian Yiling was about to pull her back when she heard this and froze.
"Qian Ying?"
"Wait." Qian Ziyan frowned.
The name Qian Ying sounded familiar.
He muttered it twice, then said, "Qian, the same surname as us."
"Mother once let it slip that Qian Ying was a criminal of the Qian Family, bound on the ninth peak behind the Qian Family estate." Qian Yiling, with her excellent memory, thought for a moment and pulled the name from the depths of her mind.
Before she could wonder why her daughter was involved with this person, she saw something fly out from Lien's collar at his neck—a half-jade pendant as well.
The two pieces, like lovers separated by distance, ignored all obstacles and joyfully joined together.
The Hehuan Jade shone brilliantly, a blood-red light shooting straight out from the Changsheng Cauldron.
The cauldron shook, and under the immense pressure, finally let out a sound.
Buzz—
A faint echo reverberated inside the cauldron.
"So you aren't invincible after all." Qian Wanyu snorted coldly and quickly moved toward the center of the vortex.
To the others, it looked like she was rushing to her death.
"Yu'er."
The spiritual power transformed into hundreds of weapons, some of which she had never seen before, all attacking her at once.
Qian Wanyu didn't back down, dodging left and right among the weapons, fending off the vortex while pulling out her Water Thunder Whip and lashing it at Lien.
Qian Yiling watched nervously.
"Has Yu'er fallen into her inner demons again?"
Qian Ziyan pulled her back hard.
"This probably has to do with the blood oath on her forehead.
Let's see what she wants to do."
The Water Thunder Whip, crackling with purple lightning, struck out, splitting the vortex in two.
Lien, lying in the vortex, was exposed.
Just as she tried to get closer, Lien, who had been lying there with his eyes closed and not breathing, suddenly opened his eyes and nimbly dodged her second attack.
There was a strange light in his deep eyes as he used the spiritual power around him to perfectly evade Qian Wanyu's relentless attacks.
"Qian Wanyu."
"You really aren't dead."
Lien looked calm, but there was something about him now that didn't match his usual aura.
It was as if he had woken up a different person, displaying a mature steadiness that was unmistakable.
He looked at Qian Wanyu like she was a sulking junior, a hint of pity in his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, the violent spiritual power in the air returned to his body, and everything in the Changsheng Cauldron calmed down.
Only the joined Hehuan Jade still radiated a world-destroying aura, shooting straight up like it would pierce the heavens, leaving only a small wisp of flame in the cauldron.
Qian Wanyu felt a chill under his gaze.
"I need a drop of your blood.
Will you give it to me, or do I have to take it myself?"
Lien didn't even frown or ask why.
He simply cut his finger, and a small drop of blood floated toward her.
She took out a sealed finger from her space, and the blood merged into the nameless finger.
"This is—"
"Wanyu's blood oath must be related to Lien."
The blood and finger fused, then flew toward the Hehuan Jade.
A blood-red light shot from the jade straight into Qian Wanyu's forehead.
The red mark there suddenly burned, growing even hotter under the light.
Qian Wanyu dropped to one knee with a grunt, sweat instantly sliding down her cheek.
The red mark on her forehead faded bit by bit, then suddenly disappeared as if it had never been there.
But she felt like her soul sea had been punched hard, the pain almost unbearable.
"I was only asleep for a while, and you caused so much trouble." Qing Mo was jolted awake by the turmoil in her soul sea.
The blood oath that had plagued them for so long just vanished, and he found it hard to believe, feeling a bit lost.
But he quickly perked up.
"Hurry and take the Hehuan Jade.
Who would've thought Binglian Mountain would be your lucky place? The other half of the inheritance is here."
Once the pain eased, Qian Wanyu slowly stood up.
The Hehuan Jade floated between her and Lien, still radiating an aura, probably because it had found the other half of the Qian Family's hidden inheritance.
"Do you remember who you are?"
After falling into a deathlike state, Lien had a long dream.
In the dream, he was five years old, living with his father on Binglian Mountain.
It was a world of ice and snow, nothing but white everywhere.
Binglian Mountain was frozen year-round, and plants and animals rarely survived.
Life was hard, but even so, little Lien could still eat some decent-looking fruit—fruit his father found after climbing several icy peaks every day.
He was carefree as a child, but as he grew older and more sensible, little Lien would ask his father, "Father, why do we always live in these icy mountains? Where's mother?"
He asked this question dozens of times before he finally got an answer.
His father told him, "We are here to atone for our sins.
Once our sins are paid, we can see your mother."
When he was seven, starving and unable to wait for his father, little Lien ran to another mountain and found a green plant with a glowing green fruit.
The fruit was highly poisonous, and as soon as he ate it, he died from the poison.
…
Lien looked up at Qian Wanyu.
"You know who I am."
Qian Wanyu was sure the seal had triggered some memories in Lien, but judging by his expression, he still didn't know his true identity.
"Help me open this Changsheng Cauldron, and I'll tell you."
"Okay."
"Together."
Qian Ziyan and Qian Yiling quickly joined in too.
With the strength of all four, the wind element spiritual power looked like it was about to burst out of the cauldron.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Minghui, who was drifting in the magma, was almost capsized by this force.
The magma was no longer calm.
Even though Little Fatty blocked most of it for her, she was still pushed forward by the impact.
"Tell this artifact spirit to let us down, quick." Several spirit plants huddled together, shivering.
The sea of fire ahead looked like a demon opening its mouth, as if it was about to swallow them whole the next second.
"Artifact spirit, open the Changsheng Cauldron.
We'll take you outside to see the world, how about it?"
"Mm." The mummy artifact spirit seemed to be considering whether she was telling the truth.
"No."
"Why not?" Dongfang Minghui thought she had figured out what the little artifact spirit wanted, but it rejected her nice offer without hesitation.
"Have to wait for my master."
Dongfang Minghui: "…"
This was a very loyal artifact spirit.
"Can you tell me what your master is like? Maybe we can help you find him." Dongfang Minghui tried to reason with the naive little artifact spirit as she drifted through the turbulent magma.
"Very powerful.
Can move seas and fill mountains with bare hands.
With a wave, can change the color of the sky and earth." The little artifact spirit seemed to be short on vocabulary, repeating the same few phrases.
But that didn't stop Dongfang Minghui from imagining its master as some kind of peerless genius.
Combined with the rumor her uncle mentioned before, she could picture the master as a Spiritual God—handsome, extraordinary, and just thinking about it made her feel awed.
But if the little artifact spirit's master was still alive, he probably wouldn't have left the Changsheng Cauldron here.
Most likely, he was already gone.
"Little artifact spirit, a few hundred years is enough for everything to change.
I think your master must have been held up by something.
If you keep waiting, you might have to wait a few more centuries.
Why not come with us and look for him outside?"
"How long is a few hundred years?" The mummy artifact spirit, who had always been inside the Changsheng Cauldron, had no concept of time.
"Long enough—" Dongfang Minghui was at a loss for words.
She didn't have a strong sense of time either, since she was always ending up in strange places.
So how was she supposed to explain the concept of time to a little artifact spirit?
"You're hopeless." Little Colour was most annoyed by her soft-heartedness.
In its opinion, why bother talking to this little artifact spirit? Just have Little Fatty swallow it whole, get the method to open the Changsheng Cauldron from it, and they could get out.
"A few hundred years is probably enough for me to take human form." Pig Immortal Grass said matter-of-factly.
For humans, a few hundred years was a long time, but for spirit plants like them, it was just a good nap—when they woke up, everything had changed.
Dongfang Minghui quickly caught the key point in Pig Immortal Grass's words and tempted again, "Little artifact spirit, do you want to see your master?"
"I do."
"Then why not come out and train with us? Maybe you'll get lucky, and you won't even need a hundred years to take human form like Little Fatty.
When you see your master again, he'll definitely be happy for you."
The little artifact spirit hesitated.
It really liked the idea of taking human form, but it couldn't do it at all.
The last time it took Little Fatty's shape, it was only with the help of the magma, and it was just a fake human form.
It quickly changed back, and now it was tied up tightly by the white threads, unable to escape no matter how hard it tried.
"Think about it.
If you stay here, once we leave, there'll be no one to talk to you." Dongfang Minghui kept persuading.
The mummy artifact spirit's thoughts were completely led by her.
It never even considered that if it didn't let them go, how could they leave? At the very least, they'd still be stuck in the cauldron with it for a long time.
Seeing it stay silent, Dongfang Minghui quickly changed the subject, "Look, Little Fatty is also an artifact spirit.
She only took a few months to take human form.
Don't you want to compete with her?"
After saying that, she couldn't help but think, damn.
Little Fatty really hadn't needed hundreds of years to take human form—less than a year, actually.
Dongfang Minghui looked Little Fatty up and down.
Aside from not being able to see her face clearly, the power she had was almost as real as Seventh sister's.
She really wanted to ask, growing up this fast, was there really no side effects?
This growth was just too fast.
"Sure."
"Be careful it doesn't play tricks.
Don't agree to anything until it lets us out of this magma," Little Colour warned.
Dongfang Minghui got the hint.
"Little artifact spirit, this magma is so powerful.
If you stay here too long, it might affect you too.
Why don't we go down and compete?"
The little artifact spirit agreed without thinking.
"But you have to let me go first.
Then I can open the passage and let you down."
It agreed so quickly that Dongfang Minghui hesitated.
She wasn't a naive girl anymore.
Anything with intelligence had its own way of thinking.
This little artifact spirit seemed cute, but who knew if it was a psycho.
Just a few hours ago, this thing had taken Little Fatty's form and tried to drag her into the magma to refine her.
"Is there any foolproof way to keep it under control, even if it tries something? Otherwise, if it jumps into the magma, it'll be bad for us."
"Isn't Little Fatty here?" Pig Immortal Grass flicked its tail.
Dongfang Minghui looked at Little Fatty.
Little Fatty could move freely in the magma, completely unafraid of the flames.
She figured if the little artifact spirit tried to escape into the magma, only Little Fatty could catch it.
"Okay." By "let go," Dongfang Minghui meant having the man-eating grass retract the white threads.
The little braid on her wrist was still hooked onto the artifact spirit like a keychain.
If either of them pulled, all three plants would feel it at the same time.
The sensation was like grasshoppers tied to the same string.
The little artifact spirit seemed a bit uncomfortable with a piece of grass still attached to its tail.
It hesitated for a while before moving.
No one knew what method it used, but to Dongfang Minghui and the others, the little artifact spirit was just a gray, blurry shadow.
They couldn't see its eyes or mouth at all, like it was pixelated.
"Is it because the magma's mist is blocking our view? Why can't I see what the artifact spirit and Little Fatty really look like?"
"That's because they haven't chosen their true forms yet, so they look blurry to you."
She suddenly understood.
In just a short while, the little artifact spirit really did split the whole pool of magma in two, rolling it to both sides.
A narrow path appeared in the middle, and not far away, a door appeared.
From Dongfang Minghui's perspective, it was just a dot in the distance.
"Let's go."
The little artifact spirit led the way, rolling forward.
But something was holding it back from behind.
It reached out a paw and kept tugging at the grass braid, but couldn't break it.
"What does it want to do!" Little Colour and Pig Immortal Grass asked in unison in the soul sea.
Dongfang Minghui kept her eyes straight ahead, walking quickly.
Little Fatty tilted her head, sizing up the artifact spirit.
After a while, she suddenly grabbed it in her hand.
One big and one small, the two artifact spirits stared at each other, both at a loss.
Dongfang Minghui tugged gently and scooped up the oddly-shaped artifact spirit into her arms. “Little Fatty, wait until we get out before you two fight.
Whoever wins gets a reward.”
“Reward?”
The little artifact spirit had no idea what a reward was and asked curiously.
Dongfang Minghui’s eyes darted as she sensed the so-called exit getting closer, her mood a bit excited.
She said seriously, “If you can beat Little Fatty, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The little artifact spirit thought for a moment, then suddenly blurted out, “I want a master.”
Dongfang Minghui instantly felt a mountain of pressure, sweat rolling down her forehead.
In her soul sea, Little Colour and Pig Immortal Grass were laughing so hard it almost caused a tsunami.
Her cheek twitched.
“Artifact spirit, I meant a material reward, usually something to eat.”
“To eat? What kind of food?”
Little Fatty, following beside them, unconsciously released an even stronger fire energy.
The magma on both sides, which had just parted, started to churn and slap against the walls.
Little Fatty seemed to be reminding the people up ahead, who were getting way too into their reward discussion, that the contest hadn’t even started yet, and the winner was still undecided.
Who the reward would go to couldn’t be settled now.
Dongfang Minghui shrank her neck.
“This magma looks like it’s about to rebel.
Let’s go.”
The two of them picked up the pace and soon reached the door.
“Hey, how do we open this door?”
The little artifact spirit volunteered, “Let me.”
Before they could react, a whirlwind swept them away.
“Ah—”
As she fell, Dongfang Minghui clung tightly to the little artifact spirit.
Damn, this was the key to getting out of the Longevity Cauldron.
If she lost it, they’d be stuck here waiting to die.
Down below, a few people had just condensed their wind spiritual power into a massive sword, over five meters long, and were about to split open the Longevity Cauldron.
Just as they raised the wind blade sword, two figures fell from above.
“It’s Ninth Sister.”
“The witch.”
“Little Nine.”
Qian Wanyu caught her in her arms at lightning speed.
Seeing the person in her embrace with her eyes squeezed shut in fear, her once-lost heart finally settled back in her chest.
In that moment, she felt like she’d come back to life.
“Ninth Sister, are you ready to get beaten up?”
Since there was no time to pull back, the long sword still struck the Longevity Cauldron hard, making a loud clang.
The artifact spirit in Dongfang Minghui’s arms pulled away from her and, seeing the long sword nearly split the top of the Longevity Cauldron, immediately got angry.
“I’m going to kill you all.”
“Wait—wait.”
Dongfang Minghui thought she’d faceplant, but instead felt a soft embrace.
She quietly opened her eyes and met Seventh sister’s delighted gaze.
The moment she saw her lover, she was overwhelmed with excitement, but as soon as she heard Seventh sister’s ominous words, she shrank her head and covered her butt.
The little artifact spirit twisted and turned, trying to break free from Dongfang Minghui’s grip.
The Longevity Cauldron was its true body—anyone would be mad if it got hacked like that.
She held the little artifact spirit tightly, terrified it would run off.
“It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding.”
Everyone looked at her in confusion, but still withdrew their spiritual power.
“What’s going on?”
“Little artifact spirit, don’t be mad, it’s all a misunderstanding!!!”
But her words were useless.
Just like the Tianyin Helmet was Little Fatty’s lifeblood, the massive Longevity Cauldron was the little artifact spirit’s lifeblood.
Dongfang Minghui saw it was nowhere near calming down and anxiously begged for help in her soul sea.
“Quick, think of something.”
“There’s nothing to do.
Let Little Fatty eat it.”
“Just use your usual tricks to coax it.” Pig Immortal Grass didn’t think eating the artifact spirit would get them out.
If they ran into a stubborn one who’d rather erase its consciousness than give in, they’d be screwed.
Dongfang Minghui racked her brains and, out of options, dug a teething stick out of a corner of her space.
She had no idea where the little artifact spirit’s mouth was, but just kept shoving it at it.
“Little artifact spirit, this is food.”
The little artifact spirit froze and stopped struggling.
Everyone heard a faint crunching sound, as if it was elegantly savoring the treat.
Little Fatty was not happy about this.
She changed back, and Qian Yiling handed her a set of clothes.
The clothes were a bit small, so on Little Fatty they looked like three-quarter sleeves and capris, exposing two stretches of fair skin—very tempting.
She didn’t notice at all.
Watching the little artifact spirit eat so slowly, she impatiently tugged Dongfang Minghui’s hand.
“Hui.”
Hearing that nickname, Qian Wanyu’s brow furrowed so hard she could crush two flies.
“Ninth Sister.”
“Hey.” Dongfang Minghui was secretly pleased that a single teething stick had settled the little artifact spirit, but as soon as she met Seventh sister’s frosty gaze, her back went cold.
She quickly introduced, “Seventh sister, this is the artifact spirit.”
Qian Wanyu’s gaze swept over the artifact spirit, then landed on Little Fatty.
Little Fatty wasn’t afraid at all.
She was even taller than Qian Wanyu, so she puffed out her chest, then turned and, acting all sweet and affectionate, gazed at Dongfang Minghui.
“Hui.”
Dongfang Minghui looked at Seventh sister, then at Little Fatty, who was still clinging to her as usual.
Sweat broke out on her back.
“Uh, this is Little Fatty.
She got bigger because she fused with the Tianyin Helmet.”
Not just a little bigger—she was huge.
Little Fatty stared at her intently, and everyone’s eyes more or less focused on them.
Dongfang Minghui felt completely overwhelmed.
If it weren’t for the ancestor in her arms, she’d rather find a place to hide.
“Fused with the Tianyin Helmet?” Qian Wanyu finally understood the problem.
They’d been misled by that gold-eating rat.
The Soul Tempering Furnace hadn’t been refining the gold-eating rat’s soul at all, but the soul born from the Tianyin Helmet.
Well, they’d all been fooled.
“Minghui, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Mu Sheng was so excited he almost went over to hug her.
The little artifact spirit in her arms smacked its lips.
“More.”
"Hui." Little Fatty got anxious.
They hadn't even started the contest yet, and someone was already eating.
Dongfang Minghui quickly stuffed another teething stick into the artifact spirit's mouth, then took out a fire lotus seed to appease Little Fatty.
After blocking the mouths of these two gluttonous artifact spirits, she finally had time to explain her experience to everyone.
Qian Wanyu, in a completely possessive manner, wrapped one arm around her waist and played with her hair with the other, gently twirling the strands around her fingers and occasionally giving them a tug, as if venting her dissatisfaction.
Dongfang Minghui sat up straight, angry but not daring to speak.
Even when it hurt, she just endured it in silence.
The artifact spirit in her arms kept asking for food, but there wasn't much left in her space that could be eaten.
"Artifact spirit, if you come out with us, there will be lots of delicious food, and most importantly, lots of people to play with you." Dongfang Minghui made things up as she went, thinking the best plan was to get out first.
"How about you open the Changsheng Ding and leave with us? We can help you look for your master along the way."
As the saying goes, if you take someone's food, you can't refuse them.
The artifact spirit smacked its lips a couple of times, still a bit hesitant.
Qian Wanyu's hand, which had been playing with the hair, suddenly paused.
Everyone held their breath, realizing an important issue: whether they could leave the Changsheng Ding smoothly depended entirely on the strange creature in Dongfang Minghui's arms.
"This is the last one." Dongfang Minghui said regretfully, pretending to be helpless.
"Besides teething sticks, I can also make dried fish, barbecue, all kinds of side dishes, and I can barely make pastries, though they probably won't taste good."
She'd racked her brains to lure this artifact spirit away, lowering herself to become a proper cook.
Qian Wanyu glanced over but couldn't see clearly.
This artifact spirit was really odd.
For a moment, no one spoke, and the place fell silent.
"Ah." Little Fatty usually ate fire lotus seeds quickly, and now that she was bigger, she crunched it down in one bite.
After digesting it, she reached out and pulled the artifact spirit out of Dongfang Minghui's arms.
"Compete."
"Alright."
The little artifact spirit actually understood Little Fatty's brief words.
It was a bit unconvinced, especially after hearing from Dongfang Minghui that this guy had taken very little time to transform into a human form.
It tugged at the braid connecting Dongfang Minghui's wrist.
Dongfang Minghui asked in her soul sea, "It's not convenient to fight like this, better take it off."
The little braid untied itself and returned to her hand.
The two artifact spirits started fighting without warning, which surprised everyone.
They were still waiting for the artifact spirit to answer whether it was willing to open the Changsheng Ding, but suddenly a fight broke out.
Everyone quickly made space and gathered around Dongfang Minghui, asking, "What are they doing?"
Dongfang Minghui couldn't say that she'd originally planned for Little Fatty to swallow the artifact spirit, and the contest was just to see which of them was stronger… It wouldn't be good to offend the little artifact spirit to death.
"They're both artifact spirits, just playing around."
But the two didn't look like they were just playing.
Little Fatty surrounded the little artifact spirit with flames, planning to steam it like a bun.
The little artifact spirit wasn't afraid at all.
After being steamed for a while, a skinny little paw reached out and scooped up the flames around it, compressing and crushing them.
A longsword, just like the one Qian Wanyu and the others had recently formed, appeared in the little artifact spirit's hand.
But this sword was fiery red.
With a gentle swing, the obedient fire sword slashed toward Little Fatty.
The sword was just the right length, not touching the walls of the Changsheng Ding, but it chased Little Fatty all over the place.
Little Fatty didn't dodge, just swallowed the longsword in one gulp.
Qian Wanyu glanced at the fight.
The two artifact spirits were evenly matched.
If they wanted to determine a winner, it would take at least a day or two.
She simply pulled the anxious person back into her arms, holding her tightly, and dragged her into the shadows.
"Ninth Sister."
Dongfang Minghui had been watching with great interest, but was suddenly interrupted.
The warm breath on her neck made her shiver, and the soft, warm thing sucking at her neck made her freeze completely.
Then a sharp pain came from her neck.
"Mm."
Qian Wanyu's eyes were cold as she held her tightly, leaving a string of bloody bite marks on the back of her neck.
Dongfang Minghui thought Seventh sister would stop after biting her, but to her horror, she found Seventh sister was pulling open her clothes.
Even though they were hiding in the shadows, the flames at the top of the Changsheng Ding flickered as if they could go out at any moment.
But there were still a lot of people around.
"Seventh sister." Dongfang Minghui panicked and quickly grabbed her hand.
"Ninth Sister." Qian Wanyu whispered in her ear, then bit her earlobe.
Dongfang Minghui trembled and almost collapsed to the ground.
Sensing someone looking their way, Dongfang Minghui quickly turned around and hugged the soft body behind her tightly.
Only when their bodies were pressed together could she feel her wildly beating heart.
Her ears were burning red from the excitement and danger, and she buried her face in Seventh sister's chest, rubbing uneasily.
The feeling of skin against skin finally calmed her down.
Qian Wanyu's punishment wasn't over.
If it weren't for the wrong place, she might have gone even further.
The two of them held each other quietly.
"I'm sorry, Seventh sister."
A soft apology came from her arms. Qian Wanyu gently stroked her soft hair, her eyes growing even deeper and more unreadable.
She waited for a while, but aside from the loud noises from the artifact spirits fighting, the person in her arms didn't react at all.
She started to panic, even more than if she were going to her death.
"Seventh sister, don't ignore me.
I really didn't want to die back then."
She couldn't just watch Little Fatty and Douya get refined by the fire, and as a member of the Wanshou clan, she was probably also material for the Changsheng Ding.
Qian Wanyu held her tightly for a long time before saying coldly, "I know."
What does "I know" even mean?
Dongfang Minghui got even more anxious, tugging at her sleeve obediently.
"Seventh sister, I was wrong."
Qian Wanyu just stared into the distance, a dark thought flashing through her mind.
If she could, she wanted to forge the strongest chain in the world, like the nine-linked rings, and lock Ninth Sister somewhere so she could never leave her sight again.
"Seventh sister, don't ignore me.
I know I was wrong.
You can punish me however you want, just don't ignore me."
Dongfang Minghui was terrified of Seventh sister's coldness.
She'd rather be bitten or hit, anything but being ignored.
"Any punishment is fine?" Qian Wanyu's lips curled slightly, her gaze deep and long.
"Yeah, just don't ignore me."
"I got it."
After a long while, Qian Wanyu added, "We'll settle this score slowly after we get out of the Longevity Cauldron."
Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but shiver.
Qian Wanyu let go of her and pulled her step by step toward the place where the light was brightest.
Little Fatty and the artifact spirit were fighting evenly, and it looked like, at best, they'd end in a draw.
"Now this is troublesome."
She'd hoped Little Fatty could intimidate the artifact spirit in one go, then she'd use both hard and soft tactics, throw in some benefits, and get the little artifact spirit to leave with her.
"Even if you give them three days, they still won't have a winner." Qian Wanyu gave her a deep look.
"Three days!"
Dongfang Minghui felt like she'd shot herself in the foot.
If she'd just pushed a little harder when the artifact spirit hesitated, maybe they could've left this place by now.
But now, look at this mess.
"There is a way to make them call a truce." Qian Wanyu said mysteriously.
"What way?" Dongfang Minghui's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked at Seventh sister.
But Qian Wanyu didn't answer right away.
She pressed her lips together and gave Dongfang Minghui a meaningful look.
"It's not impossible to tell you, but you have to do something for me."
Dongfang Minghui: "…"
What Seventh sister wanted was definitely not what she was thinking.
Dongfang Minghui's face inexplicably turned bright red.
To hide her impure thoughts, she lowered her head in embarrassment and asked, "Seventh sister, what do you want me to do?"
Qian Wanyu leaned in and whispered two words in her ear.
Dongfang Minghui felt her mind go blank with a bang.
It wasn't just her face, neck, and ears—her whole body felt hot.
"So, have you decided?"
"……"
Did she even need to think about it? She didn't need to think at all, okay? Besides, it wasn't like Seventh sister was giving her a choice—this was basically a ‘threat.' And yet, she felt like she couldn't resist, sacrificing her dignity for everyone present.
"Yeah."
"And Ninth Sister's answer is?" Qian Wanyu asked on purpose.
Dongfang Minghui was most annoyed by Seventh sister's obvious questions.
She shot her a resentful look, saw her serious expression, and felt a little helpless.
She stomped her foot hard.
"Of course—I'm willing."
The last two words were so quiet, they sounded like a kitten meowing.
After she said it, she glanced around with the corner of her eye, and only relaxed when she saw no one was watching them.
Qian Wanyu reached out and pulled her in front of her.
"Let me collect a little interest first."
"Mm—"
Seventh sister's cool lips pressed against the corner of her mouth, quickly prying her lips open.
That lilac-like tongue swept forcefully through her mouth, and when it finally retreated, it bit her hard.
Dongfang Minghui winced in pain and looked at her innocently.
Qian Wanyu stuck out her red tongue and licked her own lips, smiling wickedly with a hint of mischief.
"Tastes pretty good."
……
"Actually, the way to separate them is really simple." Qian Wanyu glanced at her, her beautiful eyes full of meaning, staring at the slightly swollen lips where she'd just left a mark.
Leaving her own exclusive mark on her—this feeling was really good.

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Chapter 219