Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 423 Please Miss Mu, please save my master

He subconsciously grabbed Mu Huayan's wrist tightly, and his tone was so serious for the first time. She smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I know how to treat your dragons when they are injured."

"I... can, I can do it myself."

She held his wrists with her backhand and pinned them to the edge of the bed, then gently untied his belt, because the clothes were stuck to his skin and any rough movement would hurt.

His chest began to rise and fall, and his pale face was slightly red, but it was very noticeable. Mu Huayan saw it at a glance when she was dealing with the pieces of clothing left on his collarbone.

"Why are you blushing?"

He felt even more embarrassed after saying this, and a hint of pink appeared on the tip of his ear. When he carefully removed the broken pieces, shocking wounds appeared.

She paused and dared not move again, but a trace of terrifying murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Several of her ribs were broken, her meridians were damaged, and she was also injured from before.

It was like adding injury to injury. Any of the injuries could kill him instantly. "Why are you still trying to be strong when you are clearly injured?"

The cold tone was filled with concern. He didn't reply but just endured the severe pain. When he was healing his ribs, the pain almost made him break out in a cold sweat.

He tightly closed his lips to prevent himself from shouting, and only let out a low whimper. If he had fainted, it would have been fine, but he was awake.

About a quarter of an hour later, his wound was healed. He was breathing heavily as if relieved of a heavy burden, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

The dragon scales that had originally appeared also faded away. He tried to sit up but Mu Huayan held his shoulders and said, "Don't move."

The warm touch of her palm made his face turn red. When he reacted again, he felt a heat in his dantian. He felt that there was a poison flowing around his body.

A stream of pure spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, making him feel indescribably comfortable. However, when Mu Huayan's fingertips lightly touched his dantian, his face turned even redder.

"If you move any more, the poison will just dissipate."

She pressed his chest with spiritual power flowing out of her left palm. He had no choice but to endure the heat and not move an inch.

Soon, a fingernail-sized amount of poison was forced out of the body, and Mu Huayan burned it away with fire.

Besides, his wounds had already healed and didn't need bandaging at all. "Your life in exchange for the information I want, that's reasonable, right?"

He was about to speak but was stopped by Mu Huayan, "Your life is very valuable. Remember to share other useful information with me in the future."

Even though Mu Huayan was facing away from him, he still blushed unconsciously. He had never imagined that one day they would meet and chat in this way.

"Yeah, naturally."

"The situation is critical. All the dragon traitors sealed in the Violent Flame Ice Sea have escaped."

"what!"

Mu Huayan exclaimed and turned around with a serious look on her face, but Mo Qi panicked and didn't grab the clothes when she turned around.

The clothes slid down her shoulders and fell to the ground. She came back to her senses and saw his slightly side profile. Suddenly, she remembered what Mo Qi had said to her.

After so many years, she didn't expect Mo Qi to be such a shy person. But she just remembered the relevant information about the dragon race in terms of emotions.

"He... still likes me."

Then she recalled the past. She just wanted to cultivate with them quietly. She didn't like fighting and killing.

She smiled inadvertently, and after a while he continued to talk to Mu Huayan about the situation.

But just when she was about to interrogate Chu Lianzhou, the Black and White Impermanence came to her door. She sensed the aura of the two ghosts and just glanced in a certain direction.

"Where are you hurt? Didn't I tell you not to get hurt again?"

Song Yunmo stood up from the chair in the outer hall. The surrounding windows were propped open with frames, and the breeze blew in, making people feel cool.

"Nothing serious, just a stab in the right shoulder."

After he finished speaking, Mu Huayan walked forward and lightly touched his shoulder with two fingers. After probing with her spiritual power, she knew that there was nothing wrong.

The two ghost messengers, Black and White Impermanence, came to the door and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Miss Mu."

Their voices were filled with anxiety and their expressions were a little panicked. Mu Huayan took a step forward but suddenly she felt cold and weak all over as if she was hit by something.

"Oops, I consumed too much spiritual energy."

The two ghosts retreated dozens of steps with shame on their faces, but she still lost consciousness and fainted. When she woke up again, she found herself lying in Song Yunmo's arms.

He also felt the spiritual energy flowing into his body. When he looked up, he found that it was Mo Qi who was supplying him with spiritual energy.

"Senior sister, are you feeling better?"

After she nodded, Song Yunmo helped her up. His face was still a little haggard and his steps were unsteady. "Why are you here instead of guarding your master?"

Seeing her weak look, the Black and White Impermanence did not want to trouble her any more, but they were already here and only she could save her master.

The two ghost messengers looked at each other and glared at each other, pushing each other. Finally, Bai Wuchang spoke tremblingly, "Miss Mu, I don't know why my master has been unconscious."

Bai Wuchang saw a flash of surprise on her face and quickly added, "Because our master is also a human cultivator, we as ghost messengers really can't figure out what happened to him."

After a few breaths, the figures of the two ghost officials gradually appeared, and the ghost energy around them began to slowly overflow. They were startled and realized that their master could not hold on any longer.

If the master dies, the consequences will be irreparable, all ghosts will be released, and the metaverse will be completely reduced to a purgatory on earth where ghosts and monsters are rampant.

Song Yunmo and the others only then saw the two ghost messengers, Black and White Impermanence. Mo Qi was calm, but Song Yunmo looked a little surprised.

"Miss Mu, please come with us to the ghost realm as soon as possible. We, we..."

Hei Wuchang's eyes were somewhat out of control, sometimes showing murderous intent and sometimes calm. Mu Huayan realized the seriousness of the situation and guessed that it might be because he killed more than a thousand monks that day.

His actions were contrary to his identity, the Dao had been destroyed and his Dao heart was disturbed. The King of Hell should not have participated in the killing of people in the world, even though he set the rules himself;

Gao Moqiu walked out of the space with wounds all over his body. His face was blue and haggard, and there was a layer of dull fatigue on his eyelids.

Before he could even get close to the group, he felt his eyes go dark and he fell backwards. Mo Qi was stunned for a few breaths before rushing forward to check on his physical condition.

"Take me to the ghostland."

Mu Huayan was so weak in her speech that she didn't have the strength to go to the ghost realm alone to find Jiang Zilin's whereabouts.

The next moment, an unknown black mist began to overflow from the ground. The mist was filled with a strong sense of hostility. When I swept around, I found that many trees were beginning to die.

"I'll stay with you so I can look after you."

Song Yunmo quickly held her arm and whispered, seeing her eyes filled with heartache, she shook her head and pushed him away after a long moment, "You are needed to steady Chu Lianzhou here, I'll be back soon."

"Oh, Miss Mu is back, why didn't you come to see me?"

Chu Lianzhou walked slowly from the gate with a dissatisfied tone. He looked around and found something strange.

"Am I hallucinating? Why do those two people look so much like the Black and White Impermanence?"

But when he looked at Mu Huayan, he was shocked by her frail appearance. When he came to his senses, he found that many secret guards had blocked his way.

He quickly explained that he had no ill intentions and was just here to negotiate terms with her. She took a few steps forward and tried to steady herself. "What terms?"

"Aren't you curious about how I broke free from the spell you put on me?"

Seeing that Mu Huayan looked a little flustered, he deliberately said this to delay the conversation.

Unexpectedly, Mu Huayan ignored him and turned to walk towards the Black and White Impermanence. He just felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

"Are you really going to leave? You're not going to listen to my terms?"

He wanted to take a few steps forward but was stopped by Song Yunmo. However, Song Yunmo was not angry nor did he want to fight with him. Instead, he smiled with interest.

After a few breaths, the Black and White Impermanence brought her to where Jiang Zilin was. She was still a little fuzzy and glanced around the surroundings.

The Qingyuan Palace, which was originally intact, was now in ruins. There were cracks of varying sizes on the walls, and there was a strange atmosphere everywhere.

Perhaps because she had come to the ghost realm, she could see the evil spirits floating around her, and the cold air also corroded her body.

As she walked in, she felt her legs grow weak and cold. The two ghost officers stood far away from her, fearing that their aura would make her feel even worse.

After walking through several courtyards full of various medicinal herbs, I arrived at the door of a house. However, the door was open and a terrifying and murderous aura emanated from inside.

The hostility in the air was even worse than outside, and she didn't have the protective magic weapon Jiang Zilin had given her.

The hostility around her gradually took shape and turned into ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, staring at her greedily or viciously.