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Chapter 5134: 5.0886 Misunderstanding...

The little monk's plump face was filled with anticipation. "Then, Female Benefactor, remember to pick me up in a couple of days, okay?"

Qiao Mu nodded, and only then did the little monk contentedly turn to Grand Elder Kongyin. "Master, let's go."

"You heartless little rascal," Kongyin couldn't help but say with a chuckle. This little imp loved following his Female Benefactor. Before even separating, he had to confirm the return date. Only after receiving the Female Benefactor's promise was he willing to leave.

After the two had departed, Qiao Mu turned to Mo Lian. "I've obtained the blood of the three-headed dog, and I've been waiting for this batch of Bodhi Resurrection Grass to mature these past few days."

"It's almost ready now."

"Things here are settled, so I plan to go into seclusion at Brocade Mountain Villa for a few days. This time, I need to dedicate my entire focus to crafting the Bodhi Resurrection Pill."

Qiao Mu frowned. "It's not easy to challenge a saint-level elixir, and failure is always a possibility. So, for this period…"

"I know," Mo Lian reached out and held her small hand. "You go into seclusion; I'll wait for your return at the villa."

Qiao Mu hummed softly, nodding vigorously.

Mo Lian, however, looked at her with a hesitant expression, calling out "Qiaoqiao," then stopped, as if wanting to say more but holding back.

"I know what you want to say." Qiao Mu understood his expression, knowing what he was likely to say next. "You want me to approach the matter of reviving Murong Xun with a normal mindset."

"You're afraid that even if I put my whole heart into it, I might still fail, right?"

"Don't worry, so many years have passed. I've already come to terms with what needed to be," Qiao Mu said, looking at him with a serious expression. "This is my last effort as a disciple."

"If it's fate, and she still cannot be revived…" Qiao Mu's voice trailed off. "Then I'll accept my destiny."

Sadness was certainly there, but compared to the raw, tearing pain of years ago, she had already prepared herself mentally. She believed that in the future… she would be able to bear it.

"Good, it's good that you understand that principle." Mo Lian breathed a sigh of relief, nodding slightly, and squeezing her hand. "Go ahead and refine the elixir. I'll take care of things at home."

Qiao Mu nodded.

The news of the two hurrying back to the city, then rushing back to Half-Moon Cliff, only reached the Great Emperor in the evening.

The Great Emperor's expression was unreadable. He looked up at the reporting hidden guard. "How is the person in the dungeon now?"

"Completely demented," the hidden guard replied, head bowed. "This subordinate has checked repeatedly and confirmed there are no signs of feigning."

"Hmm," the Great Emperor sighed, holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand. "My son is still soft-hearted after all."

The hidden guard swallowed, not daring to reply.

But the Great Emperor, seeing his hesitant expression, couldn't help but glance at him. "Nangua, if you have something to say, just say it directly."

The hidden guard then bravely said, "Your Majesty, this subordinate believes you might have some misunderstanding about His Highness the Crown Prince."

The Great Emperor raised an eyebrow, an expression of "I'm listening" on his face.

The hidden guard explained, "This subordinate has verified that the powder is extremely irritating. Not only does it cause King Duoluo to lose his voice and suffer severe dementia in the short term, but as time progresses, his internal organs will be incinerated and likely necrotized. This painful process might last one to two years before he completely passes away."

The Great Emperor was momentarily stunned. "Is that so?"