“Impossible,” Feng Qishi stated firmly.
Mu Anxiao casually crossed her arms, saying, “How is it impossible? You used the healing spell. Otherwise, how could my wounds, and the poison, have been healed like this?”
“I know whether I used the healing spell or not.”
“You know,” Mu Anxiao said, letting out a cold laugh. “If you can’t feel it now, it proves your ability has improved. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be unaware.”
“Shut up,” Feng Qishi suddenly said, angered.
Mu Anxiao was startled and deliberately took a step back. “What are you angry about? I was just stating my opinion. Your temper has gotten so bad in a year.”
Feng Qishi lowered his gaze.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi, observing his pensive expression. Thinking about his sudden surge of temper from a moment ago, she sighed, turned away, and looked up at the night sky, which glowed with a red light. Her eyes widened, and she said, “Shen Moyun, come here, look.”
Hearing this, Feng Qishi snapped back to attention. Impatiently, he asked, “What’s with the sudden fuss? Why the alarm?” As he spoke, he took a step forward, looked up, and exclaimed, “What is that?”
“A demon soul,” Mu Anxiao said, turning to look at Feng Qishi. “Below that, is also your manor.”
“I know.”
“Who lives there?” Mu Anxiao asked pointedly.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao and said indifferently, “I’ll go take a look. Don’t follow me.” With that, he turned and left.
Mu Anxiao stood frozen, watching Feng Qishi’s hurried departure with a look of confusion. Considering his slightly evasive gaze just now, she suddenly had a realization. She turned her head to look in the direction of the red light and murmured, “It’s the coachman.” Just as she took a step, Jia reappeared in front of her. She lowered her head and anxiously said, “Move aside.”
Jia said, “Some things are better seen clearly by oneself.” As he spoke, he looked up and fixed his gaze on Mu Anxiao’s face.
Mu Anxiao felt increasingly uncomfortable under Jia’s stare. “What are you looking at me for?” she asked, glancing around. “Where is Xiao Fei?”
“It’s not safe here. I’m having her wait for me outside the manor.”
“Aren’t you afraid she’ll get lost?”
“I cast a spell on her. She can only stay in one place, and demon souls and monsters can’t detect her. What do you think,” Jia tilted his chin up proudly, “am I amazing?”
“Amazing my foot! Why didn’t you do this before?”
“It’s the same as you. I didn’t want to waste spells.”
“When have I ever been like you? Don’t talk nonsense.” Mu Anxiao denied her actions.
Jia laughed. “I won’t talk about this with you. I saw it.” He took a step forward and stared intently at Mu Anxiao’s face.
Mu Anxiao’s eyes darted away. “You little brat, what did you see?”
“I really didn’t expect Feng Qishi to actually do as you said. But speaking of which,” Jia became serious, “from this incident, it can be seen that he truly likes you.”
“Like?” Mu Anxiao said, letting out a cold laugh. “He’s just taking advantage of me.”
“He wouldn’t bother taking advantage of you. If you weren’t so terrifying just now, I guess,” Jia chuckled awkwardly, “Feng Qishi wouldn’t have resorted to this last resort.”
“Jia, what do you mean by that?”
“It means nothing. By the way,” Jia said, “do you really think he healed you with the healing spell?”
“Didn’t he?”
“Of course not. Let me tell you the truth,” Jia became serious. “Feng Qishi’s healing spell has been useless for the past year.”
“Useless?”
“Yes, useless. But the process is too complicated, so I won’t elaborate. In short,” Jia reached out and tugged at Mu Anxiao’s sleeve, “he didn’t heal your injuries with the healing spell.”
“Then what did he use?”
“Who knows? I’m also wondering why I’m so amazing, with every solution I suggest being spot on.” Jia said narcissistically.
Listening to Jia, Mu Anxiao thought about how much Feng Qishi disliked her, and his words about hurting her for his brother. She let out a dry laugh and said, “It’s impossible for him to like me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He hates me,” Mu Anxiao said, pursing her lips. “Him acting like that just now was out of desperation, because I was going to the palace. If I wasn’t well, King Jin would definitely have taken action against his brothers. He must have helped me for the sake of those brothers. Yes, it must be like that.”
“You saying that sounds so sad,” Jia said softly.
“This is the truth. However, speaking of which, I should thank him. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have recovered at all.” Mu Anxiao said, slowly lowering her head to look at her palm, and then froze again.
Seeing this, Jia asked doubtfully, “What’s wrong?”
“My spiritual energy…” Mu Anxiao stared at the faint blue light on her palm, her eyes filled with tears. “Why is there only one layer left?”
“Didn’t you only have one layer to begin with?”
“I originally had one and a half layers,” Mu Anxiao said, then thought for a moment and realized. “Jia, I know.”
“You know what?” Jia was startled by Mu Anxiao’s sudden reaction.
Mu Anxiao pouted and said, “I used to know the healing spell too. Just now,” she lowered her head and shifted her gaze to Jia’s face, “he took all the healing spell from my spiritual energy.”
“Mouth-to-mouth, and it can do that?” Jia was surprised.
“It must be so. He has spells, so he can control me anytime…” Halfway through her sentence, Mu Anxiao’s eyes widened. “The guy’s magic has reached this level.”
“What do you mean?” Jia was utterly confused and completely bewildered by Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao squatted down and became serious. “To put it this way, he… is more powerful than me, right?”
“Right.”
“My master said that my current stage is very awkward. Any immortal of the Grand Immortal level can take possession of the magic within me,” Mu Anxiao said seriously. “Do you understand what I mean?”
“You mean, he… has already reached the Grand Immortal level?” Jia asked.
“Yes. I think he doesn’t even know he can do this, so… speaking of which,” Mu Anxiao became aggrieved, “I was healing myself.”
“It seems to be the case.”
“Exactly. I can even heal myself, so why did I have to ask him? Am I so ungrateful?” Mu Anxiao said, suddenly feeling stingy and bad.
“I also think this is the consequence of you being so reluctant to use your spells. So, some things are better used more often. Now look, your healing spell has been given to Feng Qishi just like that,” Jia said nonchalantly.
“What do you mean I gave it to him? I don’t quite understand.” Mu Anxiao was confused by Jia’s statement.
“I now know why Grand Immortals can take spells from low-level Immortals like you. It’s because they lack it. You understand what I mean now, right?”
“You mean, that guy needs the healing spell, and I happen to have it, so he took mine?” Mu Anxiao had accepted the reality, and her tone had become noticeably calmer.