Chapter 237 Weakness
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The space fluctuated, and a crack appeared out of nowhere, and Ren Yuanzi's soul slowly walked out of it.

As his gaze swept across the space, the spirit's eyes fluctuated.

“I can’t sense it anymore”

After discovering that something had happened to his clone, Ren Yuanzi immediately took action and tried to bring the power over. However, he was blocked by an isolating force and could not break through for a while.

At the same time, Ren Yuanzi's soul also set out from Yuanmen, and with the guidance of the mark, tracked the location of the clone.

However, not long ago, the mark suddenly disappeared from perception, as if it had been completely erased.

Not only that, the mark on the spiritual treasure carried by the clone also lost its sensitivity.

Being able to defeat his clone and completely erase the mark, it seems that he has encountered an extraordinary existence.
"I want to see who you are."

Ren Yuanzi still wanted to search further. Even though this was the sphere of influence of Jiutian Taiqing Palace, with his strength at the Wheel of Changes realm, he would not encounter any danger.

Judging from the situation sensed before, the person who trapped the clone, although mastering the power of space, has been performing short-distance space movement.

It seems that the other party should not be too strong, otherwise he would not have been entangled with the clone for such a long time.

Moreover, Ren Yuanzi came as a spirit and could easily cross space. He could also retreat in time when facing danger without having to worry too much.

However, this is not the Yuan Realm after all, so it is not advisable to stay here for too long.

Ren Yuanzi narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then the golden light of his soul burst out, spreading in all directions, covering the space of tens of thousands of miles, sensing the abnormal fluctuations.

In the space of the Heaven-Sealing Formation, the dark sky covered the view. In this darkness, a green lotus was quietly suspended, emitting a soft light.

And on the green lotus, a stunning beauty with her eyes closed, graceful figure, exquisite face, and skin as white as snow, lay there quietly, like a sleeping fairy.

"younger sister."

Ling Qingzhu sat aside, whispering softly.

Mu Ziqian's brows were slightly furrowed as she fell into a coma. Her bare feet and delicate toes were slightly curled up. Her hair tie was gone, and her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders, adding a touch of tenderness to her.

She has always been strong, but there was a rare hint of weakness between her eyebrows. Her pretty face was not as indifferent as usual, but with a hint of fragility.

Seeing Mu Zi so gentle, a hint of pity flashed in Ling Qingzhu's eyes.

Her hand gently stroked Mu Zi's cheek, and the snow-like delicate skin was slightly warm under her fingertips.

Gazing at Mu Zi's sleeping face, Ling Qingzhu couldn't help but be a little dazed.

The moment Mu Zi used the Self-Sacrificing Demon Fist, the aura of determination and tragedy made Ling Qingzhu almost think that she was going to lose her forever.

Thinking of that result, Ling Qingzhu felt an indescribable pain in her heart, and it was at that moment that she confirmed her deepest feelings.

Suddenly, Mu Zi's eyelids trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently, as if she was about to wake up.

Ling Qingzhu was startled and quickly withdrew her hand.

"Well"

After a weak snort, Mu Zi slowly opened his eyes.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Ling Qingzhu sat aside and said nonchalantly, "Two hours."

Facing Mu Zi's calm eyes, Ling Qingzhu felt a little guilty and quickly changed the subject: "Not long after you fell unconscious, the Heaven Sealing Formation felt a scanning force, as if it was searching for something."

"For safety reasons, I did not activate the formation diagram to continue teleporting, but hid in space."

Mu Zi's eyes narrowed slightly when she heard this. "It should be Ren Yuanzi's real body."

Unexpectedly, Ren Yuanzi arrived so quickly. Fortunately, Ling Qingzhu did not continue to teleport, otherwise it would be difficult to hide from Ren Yuanzi's perception at such a close distance.

"Looks like we're going to have to hide here for a while."

Mu Zi slowly sat up, slightly bent her slender legs, and rested her chin on her knees.

"Your injuries?"

Ling Qingzhu came closer, looked at her with concern, and asked softly.

"It's okay, I just lost my power temporarily."

After performing the Self-Sacrificing Demon Fist, Mu Zi suffered backlash. At this time, there was still a trace of violent self-sacrificing intention in her body, which suppressed her energy and mental strength.

In order to avoid causing a more violent reaction, even the strength of the physical body cannot be used easily.

It can be said that Mu Zi has now become a weak woman who can be bullied by anyone.

However, with the Tianluo Umbrella protecting him, he would not encounter any danger.

Ling Qingzhu looked at her worriedly. Isn’t this injury serious enough?

"Let me see."

Ling Qingzhu stretched out her jade hand and gently held Mu Zi's wrist, with a questioning look in her eyes. As long as Mu Zi nodded, she would use her energy to probe into Mu Zi's body and check her injuries.

Mu Zi shook her head, exerted a little force to break free from Ling Qingzhu's palm, and withdrew her hand.

Her body is filled with uncontrollable artistic conception. Once Ling Qingzhu's perception enters her body, she will be impacted by the artistic conception.

Ling Qingzhu had never been exposed to the idea of ​​self-sacrifice, and had no ability to withstand such power. With her strength, if she were to come into contact with it rashly, she would most likely be instantly annihilated by such a domineering idea.

So, it is better not to make such a dangerous attempt.

Faced with the worry that was hard to conceal in Ling Qingzhu's eyes, Mu Zi smiled and gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine in a few days."

It won't be long before Mu Zi can dissolve the artistic conception in her body, and then her strength will naturally return.

Moreover, this process is also a rare opportunity for practice, which allows her to deepen her understanding of the meaning of self-sacrifice and enhance her control.

After hearing Mu Zi say this, Ling Qingzhu's worries were not completely dissipated, but she felt much more at ease overall.

"It's okay."

Ling Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

Just then, her eyes fell on Mu Zi, and her heart suddenly moved.

At this moment, Mu Zi's long hair lost its former restraints and fell behind her like a waterfall, gently resting on the green lotus. Strands of black hair passed in front of her body and scattered on her shoulders and back, adding a bit of softness and laziness to her.

Ling Qingzhu moved lightly and sat down behind Mu Zi. She stretched out her hand and gently held the loose black hair. "Let me comb your hair."

Feeling Ling Qingzhu's movements, Mu Zi shook her head.

"I just lost my strength, not that I can't move. You should do it yourself."

Ling Qingzhu remained unmoved. She just ran her hands over Mu Zi's hair, smoothing it out bit by bit.

Mu Zi struggled a little, then stopped resisting and sat quietly, allowing Ling Qingzhu to do what she wanted.

Seeing this, Ling Qingzhu began to slowly comb Mu Zi's hair. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was afraid of hurting the beauty.

The slender white fingers slid through the black and smooth hair. Feeling the soft touch and the slight fragrance emanating from it, Ling Qingzhu's mouth corners slightly raised.

In the dark space, the green lotus floated quietly, with only the sound of fingers sliding through the hair echoing softly.

After a long time, Ling Qingzhu's hand was still on Mu Zi's hair, without letting go.

Mu Zi felt the continuous and delicate touch on her hair, and a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

"Why haven't you finished combing your hair yet?"

Ling Qingzhu came back to her senses and quickened her hand movements. Her slender fingers moved deftly to gather the last few strands of hair.

"All right."

Ling Qingzhu took out a bronze mirror and suspended it beside Mu Zi, reflecting her figure.

"How about seeing it?"

Mu Zi tilted her head slightly and saw her image in the mirror.

I saw that her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, hanging down to her soft waist. The tip of the ponytail was slightly curled up, making her look playful and lively.

"How about it, very pure, right?"

Ling Qingzhu was standing aside, looking at the ponytail at Mu Zi's waist with shining eyes and a smile on her face. Obviously, she was very satisfied with her masterpiece.

“It looks too small!”

Mu Zi muttered something. She looked at her hairstyle in the mirror that was full of girlish vitality and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

With such an image, others would definitely think she is a little girl!

"My sister isn't that big to begin with! This is so good~"

Ling Qingzhu covered her mouth with her jade hands, and couldn't stop smiling.

"alright."

Mu Zi shook her head, and the ponytail behind her swayed gently, looking as innocent as she could be.

Ling Qingzhu stood there thinking for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, and said to Mu Zi mysteriously:

"By the way, I'll get you something good!"

After saying that, she turned and walked to the side, blocking Mu Zi's sight with her body, as if she was preparing something.

After a while, Ling Qingzhu returned to Mu Zi, holding an exquisite little bowl in her hand, with wisps of spiritual mist rising from the bowl.

Seeing this scene, Mu Zi had a sense of déjà vu.

"This is the spiritual food I cooked. It is a recipe that is circulated in Jiutian Taiqing Palace. It is very effective in recovering from injuries. It is even better than the 'Jade Purity Saliva'. You should try it now!"

Ling Qingzhu held the small bowl in her jade hands and said with a smile.

Mu Zi shook her head, wanting to refuse. In fact, there was no injury in her body, only the uncontrollable will to sacrifice herself. The healing medicine would be completely ineffective, so it was better not to waste it.

However, seeing Ling Qingzhu's expectant eyes, she hesitated for a moment and then took the spiritual meal handed to her by Ling Qingzhu.

"I'll try it."

When the golden liquid entered his mouth, Mu Zi's expression changed and he put down the small bowl in his hand.

"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

Ling Qingzhu came over and looked at her with a smile, looking forward to her evaluation.

"Well, it's not as delicious as Huang Pujing's."

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Ling Qingzhu's face instantly froze, and her hands unconsciously clenched.

She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes into a dangerous arc.

"Really, sister?"

Mu Zi didn't notice Ling Qingzhu's abnormality and nodded to herself.

In fact, her evaluation was already very polite. Ling Qingzhu's spiritual food was not delicious, and it was even a little hard to swallow. How could it be compared with Huang Pujing's cooking skills?

However, considering Ling Qingzhu's identity as the heir of Taiqing Palace, it is understandable that she is not good at these things because she is detached from worldly matters.

"hehe."

Ling Qingzhu narrowed her eyes, picked up the bowl of spiritual food, held it in front of Mu Zi, and said in a dangerous tone:

"Drink it all, it will be good for your injury!"

Mu Zi shook her head repeatedly. One sip of that stuff was enough. Forget about having any more!

Ling Qingzhu lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen. The next moment, she suddenly raised her hand and sent out a soft force, gently laying Mu Zi on the green lotus, and stuffed the spiritual food into her hand.

"Be obedient, little sister! If you don't behave, I will punish you~"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and placed it on Mu Zi's bare feet, pretending to tickle them.

Mu Zi's body trembled suddenly, and her pretty face showed a little aggrieved expression, but seeing that Ling Qingzhu was unmoved, she sighed helplessly, picked up the small bowl, and drank the spiritual liquid in it.

"Are you satisfied?"

Mu Zi gave Ling Qingzhu a cold look and threw the bowl to her in annoyance.

Seeing her aggrieved look, a smile flashed in Ling Qingzhu's eyes.

"So cute!"

(End of this chapter)