3985

Chapter 3985: 4.1585 Saint-Grade Alchemist

Mo Lian raised his arms to receive her warm body, lifting her into his embrace. He nuzzled her cheek playfully. "Why are you spacing out so early in the morning? Were you thinking about your husband?"

Her sudden embrace truly transformed his boundless tenderness into a gentle rain, stirring his heart and clouding his vision. She was truly a troublesome little girl.

Qiao Mu tilted her head, blinked, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burrowing into his embrace. "For the next few days, I don't want to go anywhere, and I don't want to see anyone. Can I?" She just wanted to be willful for once, not listening, not thinking, not looking, simply allowing herself a few days to just be.

"Of course," Mo Lian nodded slightly, gently stroking her head. "Do whatever you want. Don't worry about anything."

News that the East Forest Garden was closed to all visitors reached Yun Cong and Yun Piaomiao immediately. Grand Elder He Wen, finding himself turned away, could only let out a long sigh.

"Master, since others aren't welcoming us, why must we humble ourselves by coming to their door?" Ni Hanzhi asked, indignant. "Isn't this just asking for a cold shoulder?"

"On this matter, I also bear an undeniable responsibility," He Wen said softly.

"Master!" Ni Hanzhi stomped her foot. "I told you, we shouldn't have taken on this matter from the beginning! Look at us now, we're being blamed for it!"

He Wen lowered his gaze slightly. In truth, he had his own selfish motives. Upon hearing that the other party had gathered the materials and asked him to refine a Soul Revival Pill, he naturally couldn't wait to try. If he could successfully refine a Soul Revival Pill on this trip... then he, He Wen, would be the most unparalleled Saint-grade Alchemist in the world!

However... Thinking of this, He Wen couldn't help but let out a self-mocking bitter laugh.

"Hanzhi, fetch paper and a brush."

"Master!" Ni Hanzhi protested, feeling wronged.

He Wen sighed, glancing at her. Ni Hanzhi had no other choice but to obediently present the paper and brush. He Wen began to sketch a plant on a small stone table by the door, noting its name and use. He then folded the paper and placed it in an envelope. "This is something I saw in an old, tattered ancient book. I hope it will be of some help to that young friend."

"Master, let's leave this rotten academy today, shall we?"

He Wen glanced at her again. Ni Hanzhi pouted mischievously.

"I'll go back to the guesthouse to prepare first. You deliver the letter."

"Okay, Master, don't worry, your disciple will definitely complete the task," Ni Hanzhi said, nodding and smiling.

After He Wen left, Ni Hanzhi snorted, pulled the paper out of the envelope with a pout, and took out a brush. She deliberately added a few more leaves and a small flower bud to the plant drawing. Then she let out a chuckle, put down the brush, reinserted the paper into the envelope, and flicked the letter over the high wall.

"You act like you're so important. How dare you give us the cold shoulder!" Ni Hanzhi patted her hands, muttering to herself, then turned and strutted away triumphantly. The thought of Mo Lian and Qiao Mu daring to give her and her master the cold shoulder made her extremely displeased. There weren't many female disciples in the inner sect of Medicine King Island, and Ni Hanzhi had always been the center of attention among her fellow disciples. So, Mo Lian's cold attitude towards her naturally infuriated her. What's with the attitude? If their master took the pill and couldn't be revived, that was her own bad luck.