Why... they had escaped, and yet I had to persuade them kindly to return.
Of course, this was just a thought she had at a particular moment. After thinking this, she told herself again that it was her fault, that she owed them, and therefore she had to repay it!
But, after the stimulation from Gui Xiao just now and Ah Xia's sword strike, Mu Anxiao was completely awake.
She thought that her mission was to capture them and bring them back. In a sense, she was doing it for their own good, and even more for the good of the world. Therefore, she believed she no longer owed them.
"You..." After Mu Anxiao finished speaking, Ah Xia's hand holding the soul sword trembled slightly. "I knew you were lying to me."
Mu Anxiao endured the pain all over her body and sat up with difficulty. "I didn't lie to you," her hand supporting herself on the ground began to tremble. "I genuinely wanted to apologize to you, but you don't forgive me at all. Now I can't wait for you, just like you couldn't wait to kill me, it's the same principle."
"It's not the same." Ah Xia raised her soul sword and thrust it into Mu Anxiao's shoulder.
Mu Anxiao dared not look at her wound, only endured the pain. "How is it not the same? Did I kill you? Did you not have a good time in hell? Were you tortured?"
Under Mu Anxiao's continuous questioning, Ah Xia couldn't help but recall her experiences in hell. In reality, it hadn't been that painful, nor had she ever been severely tortured. Moreover, Mu Anxiao hadn't killed her at the time; she had surrendered her body after going down.
Thinking of these things, a hint of timidity appeared in Ah Xia's eyes, and her hand holding the soul sword trembled even more violently.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao's face turned ashen.
"Withdraw your sword!" she said.
Ah Xia immediately withdrew her sword upon hearing this.
The next second, Mu Anxiao lay down again, but she had not fainted.
Ah Xia looked down at the blue light on the sword, and then looked at Mu Anxiao, she slowly knelt beside Mu Anxiao.
"I'm sorry," Ah Xia dropped the soul sword in her hand.
Mu Anxiao's eyes were hazy. "I can feel that you hesitated."
"....." Ah Xia pursed her lips.
Mu Anxiao continued, "You were so ruthless that year. My wounds took a long time to heal. Although you directly pierced my body with this first sword, I feel it wasn't clean. Your hand was shaking badly with that last sword strike. It seems you've been reformed well in hell."
"Stop talking," Ah Xia shook her head.
Mu Anxiao smiled slightly and closed her eyes.
Ah Xia tightly grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm, then turned to look at Feng Qishi who had run out of the door and shouted, "Come here quickly."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi's body stiffened. He then quickly turned to look and his eyes widened. "Mu Anxiao." He then rushed to Ah Xia's side and asked, "Who did this?"
"I did," Ah Xia cried.
Feng Qishi, upon hearing this, coldly uttered two words: "Get lost." He then knelt on one knee and began to cast a spell to save Mu Anxiao.
Ah Xia stood up, her whole body trembling.
Then, Piao walked gracefully forward and calmly looked at Feng Qishi's anxious appearance, and at Ah Xia's frightened one. "Not clean, and still scared!"
Ah Xia paid no attention to Piao's words, her only concern now was Mu Anxiao's life or death.
Seeing that Ah Xia ignored her, Piao's lips curled upwards, and she shifted her gaze to the soul sword with Mu Anxiao's spiritual light, asking, "Ah Xia, who gave you this?"
Upon hearing this, Ah Xia finally shifted her gaze to Piao's face. "The rattan spirit."
If it were before, Ah Xia would certainly not have told Piao the truth, but after Mu Anxiao's words just now, she no longer wanted to lie.
"Him again," Piao stepped forward and bent down to pick up the soul sword. "It hasn't been absorbed yet, this can be returned to her body."
At the same time, Feng Qishi finished casting his spell and looked up at Piao. "As long as this spiritual light is returned to her body, she'll be fine."
"No, after returning, you must force out the resentment and yin energy from her body, otherwise, she will be doomed..."
Before Piao could finish speaking, Ah Xia started crying.
Helplessly, Piao swallowed the rest of her words and glanced at Ah Xia. "What are you crying about? Can you wait until I finish speaking?"
Hearing this, Ah Xia clamped her mouth shut.
Piao gave Ah Xia a glare, and then looked at Feng Qishi again. "Her spiritual energy will be reduced to the fourth level."
"What?"
"That's how it is, before dawn." Piao pointed.
Feng Qishi thought that if Mu Anxiao's spiritual energy was reduced by two levels, her spirit would surely collapse. Therefore, for her own good, he had to find a way to do this before dawn.
So, he asked, "How do we force it out?"
"It's very simple, but... she will definitely be in pain."
"You..."
"Make an incision on her face, and then cast a spell to force it out."
To cut a woman's face, wouldn't that be disfiguring her?
Moreover, thinking that when Mu Anxiao woke up and saw a scar on her face, could she bear it?
Therefore, Feng Qishi found Piao's method to be unbelievable.
"Why on the face?" he asked.
Piao shook her head. "I don't know. I only know that this is one method. If you don't want to, then... just wait for her to lose her spiritual energy!"
"You..." Feng Qishi hesitated, looking down at Mu Anxiao, he asked, "Are there really no other ways?"
"Don't struggle pointlessly. This is all about time."
Feng Qishi sighed, directly picked up Mu Anxiao in his arms, and walked towards the door.
A moment later, Feng Qishi placed Mu Anxiao on the long table, then spread his hands and conjured a dagger.
Piao said, "You can start!"
Ah Xia stood in the distance, not daring to say a word, her heart filled with anxiety.
Feng Qishi took a deep breath, gently pressed the tip of the dagger against Mu Anxiao's face, and asked, "How did you treat Chen just now?"
Piao said helplessly, "She is a demon, so I used demonic arts. Mu Anxiao is different from her."
Feng Qishi thought Piao's words were reasonable, so he put aside his doubts and directly made an incision on Mu Anxiao's face. As the blood seeped out, he extended a finger and touched her wound.
Piao stepped back a few paces.
A quarter of an hour later...
Feng Qishi withdrew his hand, turned to Piao who was holding the soul sword, and said, "It's your turn."
Piao nodded slightly, holding the soul sword, she walked to Mu Anxiao's side and cast a spell to return the spiritual light on the soul sword into Mu Anxiao's body.
Feng Qishi consciously stepped back a few paces, then turned to look at Ah Xia, who was standing by the door with a nervous expression, and frowned.
Ah Xia, seeing Feng Qishi looking at her, quickly averted her gaze.
Feng Qishi said nothing, stepped forward to Ah Xia, and asked, "What did you feel when you struck?"
Ah Xia shook her head.
Feng Qishi asked again, "You felt nothing?"