"Today it's your face," Feng Qishi said. The next day, he was still angry about Mu Anxiao's injury, but after listening to her explanation, he compromised. Due to his spiritual energy not having recovered in the past few days, he couldn't use healing spells. However, after four days of recuperation, he felt confident enough in his magic. Thus, after speaking, he gently placed his hand on Mu Anxiao's face. As a warm current flowed, the wounds on Mu Anxiao's face... self-healed.
"All done," Mu Anxiao said, her gaze fixed on Feng Qishi's eyes.
Feng Qishi nodded, withdrew his hand, and then took the medicine bottle from Mu Anxiao's hand. "This is also a gift from me to you." With that, he skillfully flicked open the cork with his thumb and drank the Immortal Blood in one gulp.
Mu Anxiao smiled at Feng Qishi's compliant demeanor. "You'll be completely healed tomorrow, but," she said, thinking of Ouyang Ye's insidious appearance, her eyes darkening, "you still have to pretend..."
"I know. This time," Feng Qishi reached out and cupped Mu Anxiao's head, "we will definitely succeed."
"With those words from you, I'm reassured," Mu Anxiao said, taking the medicine bottle. "You rest well, I'll be going now." With that, she bent down to pick up the cork.
"Be careful on your way," Feng Qishi said softly.
Then, Mu Anxiao paused, turned around, hugged Feng Qishi gently, and said, "We will all be safe."
"Definitely," Feng Qishi said softly, hugging Mu Anxiao lightly. Mu Anxiao then stood up and left.
On the way back, Mu Anxiao looked up at the sky and stopped, unable to resist sneezing a few times. She muttered, "Who's badmouthing me?" As she said this, she wiped her nose with her fingers. The moment she took another step, she saw Ouyang Ye and his group approaching her, and she frowned.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao no longer had any reason to escape, so she stood her ground... waiting for Ouyang Ye's 'judgment.'
"It seems you still haven't let go of Feng Qishi," Ouyang Ye said, stopping in front of Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked up at the stern-faced Ouyang Ye, then glanced back at the people behind him. "I was just taking a walk here," she said.
"You..." Ouyang Ye uttered a word, then suddenly remembered the poison he had given Mu Anxiao. Seeing her healthy appearance, he abandoned further questioning and continued, "You have quite the nerve, sneaking out of the window for a walk. Aren't you afraid of being eaten?"
"I've already dealt with those monsters," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Xiao Yi and the others following Ouyang Ye. A smirk played on her lips. "Oh, where are you guys off to? Why don't you take me along too?" She turned to look at Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye's lips curled into a smile. "Tomorrow is our wedding day. I'll send Feng Qishi to the palace right now."
"You..."
"He will die tomorrow. If you dare to shed a single tear then, I'll make his death even more agonizing," Ouyang Ye said, patting Mu Anxiao's shoulder. He then moved past her, taking a step forward. "Oh, right, the wolf demon and the other two also face execution tomorrow. But their lives are in your hands." With that, he turned and left.
After they had all gone, Mu Anxiao let out a soft hum and muttered, "Ouyang Ye, you're really something." With that, she clenched her fist and walked away.
In the blink of an eye.
Mu Anxiao phased through the wall into the study and looked at Mo Juan, who was sitting at the table, disguised as her. "I just encountered Ouyang Ye in the forbidden forest," she said, walking to the table and taking a sip of water from a teacup.
Upon hearing this, Mo Juan transformed back into her original appearance while setting down the book she was reading. She exclaimed in surprise, "What? What did you tell him?"
"He thinks I sneaked out of the window, but," Mu Anxiao said, sitting down, "he wants me to kill the wolf demon and the others."
"Tomorrow?" Mo Juan asked.
Mu Anxiao nodded. Suddenly, she remembered Mo Juan's position by Ouyang Ye's side and looked at her doubtfully. "That's not right. You're unusually close to him, how could you not know he was back?"
"Ye usually doesn't tell me these things unless he's feeling down. But speaking of which," Mo Juan said, frowning slightly, "he wouldn't have brought that Xiao Yi with him, would he?"
"Yes."
"Xiao Yi," Mo Juan repeated, snorting softly. "I didn't expect that ant to have such deep thoughts. If I had known, I would have..."
"Is regret useful?" Mu Anxiao interrupted.
Mo Juan sighed softly. "No."
"Then that's that," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at the book in front of Mo Juan. "Oh, right, Ouyang Ye said the wedding is tomorrow."
"What?" Mo Juan exclaimed, startled.
Mu Anxiao knew Mo Juan would react this way and continued, "But I've already made arrangements."
"You're leaving tomorrow?" Mo Juan's view of Mu Anxiao had changed considerably after their interactions in the past few days. Hearing Mu Anxiao say this so abruptly, she felt a pang of reluctance.
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded, resting her chin on one hand. "If you ever need anything in the future, come find me."
"I won't go to the mortal realm."
"Alright," Mu Anxiao nodded, not forcing the issue.
"Then I'll be going," Mo Juan said, standing up and leaving.
After Mo Juan had completely departed, Mu Anxiao was left alone again. Sitting at the table, she thought about her plan with the food-eating beasts over the past few days and then about Ouyang Ye, who was clearly in the dark. Her heart couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness. She picked up her teacup, stared at the patterns on it for a long time, and then yawned.
The next day.
With Xi'er's 'assistance,' Mu Anxiao put on a wedding gown that was even more elaborate than her engagement attire. Sitting before the bronze mirror, she watched Xi'er comb her hair and asked, "This demon cultivation land was once a cultivation sect. If that's the case, are there no cultivation sects left in the mortal realm?" She had wanted to clarify this question for a long time, and now that she'd asked, she felt much more relaxed.
Xi'er paused her movements upon hearing the question and looked at Mu Anxiao's face through the mirror. "Why are you asking this?"
"I'm going to marry Ouyang Ye after all, so naturally, I need to be clear about matters concerning this demon cultivation land. Otherwise," Mu Anxiao said with a soft sigh, "if someone asks me and I can't answer, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
"Master gave us this home. We were tired of wandering the mortal realm for decades," Xi'er said truthfully when she heard it was related to Ouyang Ye.
"When you and your master met, the cultivation sects already existed. So, when did you two meet?"
"I don't remember," Xi'er replied faintly.