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Chapter 3982: 4.1582 Foolish!

Qiao Mu shook her head in refusal, tightly clutching Murong Xun, her eyes welling with tears. She turned to Mo Lian, her gaze misty. "Lian, Murong Xun is dead."

Mo Lian nodded, reaching out to grasp her cold little hand. "Shall we let her rest in peace, okay?"

Qiao Mu shook her head, a stubborn expression on her face. "She lied to me."

Mo Lian watched her, tears streaming down her face, his heart aching. He reached out and touched her tear-streaked face. "She is a liar."

Qiao Mu nodded. "She is a liar."

"She said she would always be with me!"

"She said once I achieved success, she'd protect me, allowing her to walk proudly wherever she went."

"She's a liar! She even said she never lied to me!"

Mo Lian sighed, wiping away the glistening tears from her cheeks. "Qiaoqiao."

Qiao Mu sat there, holding Murong Xun, unmoving. She sniffled, cradling Murong Xun's head, and murmured softly, "Master, shall I take you back to the Divine Water Sect?"

"Qiaoqiao," Yun Cong sighed. "Ah Xun has already departed. Let her... rest peacefully."

Qiao Mu suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on him. "Was the千年凤凰木 (thousand-year phoenix wood) that Yun Piaomiao was looking for earlier meant for refining the Soul Revival Pill for Master?"

Yun Cong nodded. "After the battle at Divine Water Sect, when I arrived at Divine Water Peak, your master was already on her last breath." He lowered his gaze. "Not long after returning, I sealed her in an ice coffin to temporarily stabilize a wisp of her soul, trying every possible method to extract a Soul Revival Pill to extend her life."

"Then why did you hide it from Qiaoqiao??" Mo Lian couldn't help but roar at Yun Cong. "Don't you know Qiaoqiao's alchemy skills?"

"Although Qiaoqiao's alchemy is first-rate, she is still young after all," Yun Piaomiao interjected. "The Soul Revival Pill is a Saint-grade elixir. Even though we invited Grand Elder He Wen, a Divine-grade alchemist, to attempt to produce it beyond his level, it ultimately failed."

"Although the Soul Revival Pill produced was successful, its quality was not pure enough, so..."

"Foolish!" Mo Lian angrily cut him off, lowering his head to look at his wife. The little girl had a profoundly devastated expression, tears silently streaming down onto Murong Xun's face. If she had clarified with Yun Piaomiao in the Phoenix Wood Forest that day... or insisted on not giving him the medicinal ingredients until he told her the truth... would this situation have turned out differently today?

After failing to administer the Soul Revival Pill, there was absolutely no hope left.

"Do you know?" Mo Lian took a deep breath. "Qiaoqiao previously successfully produced a Soul Revival Pill and saved my Empress Mother!"

Yun Cong's eyes suddenly widened, and his body swayed slightly.

Yun Piaomiao looked at him in shock, instinctively denying, "That's impossible."

"Yes, don't lie, that's absolutely impossible!" Ni Hanzhi, clutching her broken finger, couldn't help but interject, proudly rolling her eyes. "Even my master, a Divine-grade alchemist, couldn't refine a high-quality Soul Revival Pill. How could she? It's impossible."

Mo Lian's gaze swept coldly over her, successfully intimidating the haughty peacock into timidly shutting her mouth.

"The fact is, Empress Mother took the Soul Revival Pill and has already awakened."

Yun Cong's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.