Chapter 134: Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao
Cangyun Realm—
The winds howled, and the heavens shifted.
Su Qinian lifted his head, his face filled with shock. “Unbelievable… truly unbelievable! That powerhouse probed the yesterday, and now they’ve done it again within six hours. Aren’t they afraid of divine retribution?”
At the , Mu Baishuang glanced at the sudden change in the skies, her heart uneasy.
With the opening soon, the frequent divination attempts might disrupt her plan…
Near the , within a mountain cave—
Leng Chanxin raised his head. A golden vertical eye emerged on his forehead.
A thin beam of light shot from the eye, colliding with the celestial radiance.
Suddenly, his body trembled, his face paled, and he spat a mouthful of blood.
“Him… again?!”
His chest burned with pain, and he quickly withdrew his aura. The golden eye on his forehead turned scorched and blackened.
He had only wanted to exploit the divination to glean some clues.
But the entity probing the heavens was that enigmatic old ancestor from the !
He could only pray that the old monster hadn''t noticed him…
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“Oh—” Chen Huai’an froze mid-thought, realization dawning.
“So that’s why it felt so familiar… wait…”
“…WHAT THE F***? A ?!”
He stared wide-eyed at the storage pouch and sachets in his hand.
Now it made sense. Of course, it made sense!
He hadn’t bought these fabrics from the .
Yesterday, he did purchase a red dudou from the store… but these were pale blue.
Which meant—
“No… I can’t jump to conclusions just yet.”
Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes. Something wasn’t right.
Were these materials … or ?
He immediately conducted a thorough “examination”—sight, smell, and touch.
But he was stumped. He couldn’t recall clearly—
What color was dudou again?
His in-game intimacy level unlocked the bathroom feature, but every time he peeked, the steam was too thick to see clearly.
And honestly, who would stare at laundry when there was in the room?
He wasn’t that brain-dead.
However—he did remember detail.
The dudou had a crooked lotus leaf and a little frog embroidered on it.
At that moment—
Li Qingran was sitting cross-legged, facing the rising sun, practicing her morning breathing exercises.
She hadn’t yet entered deep meditation.
Chen Huai’an seized the chance and pressed his :
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Hearing her master’s voice first thing in the morning made Li Qingran’s cheeks flush with joy.
Was there anything more delightful than being acknowledged by her ?
Her eyes darted toward the table—
The sachets and pouch she had stayed up all night crafting were indeed gone.
She bowed slightly toward the sky, her blushing face hidden under the golden veil of morning light.
“Shizun~ Qingran greets you~”
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Chen Huai’an’s heart nearly skipped a beat—
She was too damn cute.
But he maintained his aloof composure.
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Li Qingran’s heart burst with happiness.
Her eyes sparkled as she smiled sweetly. “I’m so glad Shizun doesn’t think I’m clumsy! My cultivation is still low, so the pouch is small… but once I reach the , I’ll make you bigger ones!”
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He paused—then went for the kill.
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“Ah—”
Li Qingran froze, her lashes trembling.
Her heart pounded wildly.
How should she answer?!
Lying would be pointless— would see through it in an instant.
But if she told the truth, wouldn’t he be angry…?
Her whole body felt like it was crawling with ants.
Suddenly, the voice from the talisman sounded again—
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“Te… tea sachets? A p-pillowcase??”
Li Qingran panicked.
“Shizun, I…”
But his presence had already faded—he must have gone to handle his affairs.
No room to explain.
Her brain went blank—then spiraled into chaos.
Her trembling hand opened a small wooden box. Inside—
The remaining fabric, neatly folded.
Large pieces, enough for a pillowcase.
Scraps, plenty for sachets.
But the thought of her —
Brewing tea with sachet…
Resting his head on pillowcase…
Her cheeks burned furiously, even redder than before.
The sight of her flustered reflection in the mirror—
Peach-blushed skin, moist eyes shimmering—
She was more captivating than her after a drunken night.
Her heart trembled, and she tore her gaze away from the mirror.
“Shizun… doesn’t ”
Her breath steadied.
Her frantic thoughts slowed.
“If Shizun knew, he wouldn’t have asked.”
“So—”
“As long as don’t say anything…”
“He’ll know!”
Her flustered panic turned into quiet resolve.
“Since likes it—”
“And since I am his —”
“It’s my duty to ”
“Li Qingran!” She puffed her cheeks, slapping her own burning face lightly, “You’re overthinking it again! ”
Her resolve firmed.
She sat down, brought out her needle, thread, and a spirit stone for preservation.
Piece by piece, she began crafting.
When her fingers hesitated over the cloth embroidered with the —
She paused—then—
Stuffed it the tea sachet, completely hidden.
Meanwhile—
Chen Huai’an, now dressed and ready, stepped out the door.
From her reaction…
He was already of the truth.
But—
If was real—if she was truly a and not just some game NPC—
Then pressing her any further would be .
So, he switched tactics.
A classic move—
Flanking the problem from the side.
Why tea sachets and a pillowcase?
No deeper reason—
He just happened to be in the mood for tea lately.
And he wanted a new pillowcase.
What’s wrong with that?
Chen Huai’an hopped into a cab, biting down on half a crispy from downstairs.
“Driver, to Panjiayuan Market.”
“You got it, buddy! Seatbelt on!”