Chapter 10: I'll Slap Your Face Again!

"Linglong Suxin Dan is too low-grade and cannot sustain the Nine Heavens, if I don't kick you out, you will be crushed by the space pressure."

Jun Muqian remained speechless but accepted this reason: "So, do I need to find you another fifth-grade elixir?"

The Hua Xu continent was indeed a very barren place, and the Star Luo Sect probably didn't have many fifth-grade elixirs.

"A fifth-grade elixir is just okay." Lan Yiyue thought for a moment, "The effect would be better if it's a natural-born genius treasure."

"For example?" Jun Muqian suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Ten thousand years of dragon blood vermilion fruit, ice crystal jade fruit, star essence, extreme cold water... These would need at least a hundred pounds to stabilize the Nine Heavens completely."

Even the Jun Sovereign, who had traveled through half of the Great Thousand, was stunned to hear this long list of names. She was furious, "Don't you know how precious these things are? And you need a hundred pounds?"

Take the dragon blood vermilion fruit, for example. It had to be continuously watered with the blood of a sub-dragon until it matured. It was difficult to find even after a hundred years, and almost extinct after ten thousand years!

"Precious?" Lan Yiyue was really puzzled now, "You can also use one of the ten innate spirit sources to replace them."

"The ten innate spirit sources?" Jun Muqian was so angry that she almost choked on her own blood, "Are you living in a dream, kid?"

This was a legendary thing, not like the ten thousand years of dragon blood vermilion fruit that still had some trace of existence.

"But other things have too low energy, and the Nine Heavens won't even look at them."

"Oh my god." Jun Muqian was grief-stricken, "I can't afford to raise you, so you'd better leave."

Not to mention her, even an emperor couldn't afford such an ancestor.

She would just feed the Linglong Suxin Dan to her dog. But the result--

"You're dreaming, the Mixed Yuan Bell is already forcibly bound to your soul. Even if you die and reincarnate, you won't be able to get rid of it."

Jun Muqian shuddered and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

Forcibly bound?

But she didn't do anything!

"That's the fact." Lan Yiyue rarely comforted her, "You and the Mixed Yuan Bell are destined to be together, so just accept it."

Jun Muqian took a deep breath, "What if I can't find these things?"

"Then the Nine Heavens will remain closed."

"Fine, then keep it closed."

"Woman, don't you want to cultivate?"

"..."

Jun Muqian suddenly found herself in a dilemma.

To cultivate, she had to refine the Nine Heavens, but she needed to find enough natural-born genius treasures, which she couldn't find.

"Never mind." She was silent for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Kid, what's your relationship with the Mixed Yuan Bell?"

Lan Yiyue replied calmly, "I am responsible for temporarily guarding the Nine Heavens."

"The Bell Guardian?"

"No--" To her surprise, Blue Clothes Moon denied, "I don't have that qualification yet. I'm just a tassel."

"Tassel?" Jun Muqian was taken aback, then lowered her head.

The string of bells was tied tightly around her waist, and under the silver bell hung a blue tassel.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she actually felt the color of the bell brighten.

"Are you this tassel?" Jun Muqian pinched one of the threads, "Are you a demon?"

The demon race is one of the most powerful races in the illusory universe, but there are no demons in the Lingxuan world.

However, there is another strange race in this world called "Illusion".

There are two possibilities for the origin of the Illusion race: one is born in a dream, and the other is formed by the persistence of a wise life after death.

However, both possibilities are very small, so the Illusion race is very rare.

The situation of this little ghost is somewhat similar to that of the Illusion race.

"No." Blue Clothes Moon's tone was a little unfriendly, "Woman, why do you have so many questions?"

Jun Muqian felt that she needed to be careful in the future when she swore.

Not all beautiful women are innocent and don't deserve to be punished.

"Well, by the way," Blue Clothed Moon seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke up, "I need to remind you that this is the first time that Jiuxiao has been activated, so the space is not yet stable, causing the flow of time to be affected. As a result, three days have passed outside."

"!"

Jun Muqian held her chest, "Do you know that I really want to kill you?"

Clearly, only a few minutes had passed for her senses, but so much time had passed outside?

And this little devil looked pure but was actually sinister?

"Woman, as long as you can come in," Blue Clothed Moon smiled happily, "I will let you have your way with me."

"I'm going to find it now," Jun Muqian eased her breath, "Don't run away when the time comes, little devil."

The location of Xingluo Sect was excellent, with abundant spiritual energy, and there were likely many medicinal herbs on this mountain. She would first see if there were any that she could use.

But... wasn't the deadline that Luo Lingjun had given her to return the item to Ye Wanying in three days?

She was warned that if she didn't return it, she would have to go to the Sect Law Court.

Jun Muqian frowned, she couldn't confront Luo Lingjun head-on now, and she really needed to go to the Sect Law Court.

After looking at the sky, she went straight to the Sect Law Court.

**

And at this moment, in the Sect Law Court.

An elder with a long beard sat in the upper seat, frowning as he looked at Ye Wanying, who was crying uncontrollably below, and at Luo Lingjun, who had a cold expression beside her.

"What's the point of bothering me with such a small matter?" The elder's tone was a bit unkind.

"Master, the disciple had no choice. Father is not here, and only you can help," Ye Wanying sobbed.

The elder was not swayed: "Since you have come to me, don't expect me to favor you. Everything will be done according to the rules."

Hearing this, Ye Wanying cursed the old man inwardly. He really didn't understand the ways of the world.

But she didn't dare to act rashly because, according to seniority, the elder's position was even higher than that of the Sect Master.

Now that Ye Tianbei was not here, and there was no one to support her, she could only endure it. Otherwise, she would make these people pay!

Seeing that playing weak and crying was not working, Ye Wanying could only lower her head again, crying in distress.

It was at this moment that Jun Muqian finally arrived.

She didn't look at the man and woman, but instead bowed to the elder, "Greetings, Master."

The elder's eyes were like torches, and he asked, "How is your health?"

"Thank you for your concern, Master. I'm fine now," Jun Muqian replied.

"Ye lass said that you took her personal belongings. Is that true?"

"No, it's not true."

"Yes, it is," two voices sounded almost simultaneously, one calm and one urgent.

"I can testify," Luo Lingjun continued coldly, "Mistress Muqian did take Ye Wanying's things. I originally gave her three days to return them, but she refused, so I believe..."

A mocking smile appeared on Jun Muqian's lips.

Here we go again. She really didn't understand why Luo Lingjun held such a deep grudge