Chapter Thirty-Four: The Nine-Star Begonia – Ye Lingling

They say curiosity killed the cat; once a woman becomes curious about a man, it means her heart is already inching closer to him.

Whether she likes or dislikes him, that man has already left a unique impression on her heart...

As the Saintess of the Martial Soul Hall, possessing the six-winged angel martial soul, Qian Renxue has a distinctive ability to discern disguises.

At a glance, she could tell Gu Chen was injured—and badly so—but not fatally!

What puzzled her, however, was the aura of death lingering around him, as if he were on the brink of perishing at any moment...

This baffled her deeply.

While Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun smirked quietly, and Qian Renxue remained puzzled, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu were filled with worry.

At that moment, a figure appeared from around the corner—a woman with strikingly handsome features, a curvaceous figure, and a cascade of blue hair flowing down her back. Her deep blue eyes shone beneath a veil of black cloth covering her face, and she was dressed entirely in black.

“Why is it her?”

Although veiled, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun immediately recognized the woman and exclaimed in surprise.

Qian Renxue’s eyes brightened as well, thinking silently: This guy sure has luck!

This woman was no stranger to her—her name was Ye Lengleng, the young matriarch of the Nine-Star Begonia clan, who possessed the top-tier auxiliary martial soul, the Nine-Star Begonia.

Upon arriving, Ye Lengleng instantly recognized Xiao Wu and the others.

Seeing Xiao Wu cradling a man and crying in utter despair, she stepped forward.

“Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, what are you three doing here? What happened to him?”

Hearing the voice, the three women turned quickly and saw a woman whose appearance was almost identical to Ning Rongrong’s, with beautiful blue hair and emerald eyes.

“Lengleng, it’s you! Please save Gu Chen—he’s gravely injured.”

Seeing Ye Lengleng, Xiao Wu seemed to grasp a lifeline, hastily stifled her sobs, wiped her tears, and looked up with red-rimmed eyes, pleading.

“Hmm, please step back a little.”

Xiao Wu gently laid Gu Chen on the ground and pulled Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing a few steps back.

Ye Lengleng murmured softly, “Nine-Star Begonia, Life Petals.”

As her voice fell, a faint fragrance filled the air, and a beam of white light descended from the sky.

The white light was peculiarly shaped like petals, drifting slowly down to settle on Gu Chen, gently merging into his body.

Gu Chen, who had been listless, twitched a few times before gradually regaining vitality.

His complexion improved dramatically, and he even managed to stand.

“Thank you, fairy, for saving my life!”

Gu Chen bowed to Ye Lengleng with humility and grace, his voice calm and steady, like the gentle pluck of a seven-stringed guzheng—deep, melodious, neither rushed nor rambling.

The magnetic quality of his voice startled Ye Lengleng, who blushed faintly and whispered, “Sir, no need for thanks—it was but a small favor.”

Seeing Gu Chen unharmed, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong rushed over, with Xiao Wu throwing herself into his arms.

“You big villain! You scared me to death!”

Ye Lengleng paused, for she had witnessed Tang San fighting desperately for Xiao Wu before, assuming they were a pair. Now, what was going on?

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked on with a hint of envy toward Xiao Wu.

Gu Chen smiled softly, stroking Xiao Wu’s silky black hair, toying with her long scorpion braid.

“Senior Sister, don’t worry. I’m fine now!”

“I’m blessed with good fortune—Death itself can’t claim me.”

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey... don’t say such things. Some words shouldn’t be spoken lightly. Now, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey...”

Gu Chen laughed, amused by Xiao Wu’s superstitions.

If there were truly a King of Hell, he’d be just a bigger ghost. He was already the Demon Lord—what was he afraid of? Spreading such nonsense would only damage his reputation...

“Senior Sister, you’re holding me a little too tight. I know you’re well-endowed—I’ve felt it—but could you loosen your grip a bit so I can catch my breath?”

Hearing this, Xiao Wu realized she had been too excited and was hugging too tightly.

Just as she was about to loosen her hold, she felt something hard pressing beneath her hand. Curious, she grabbed it, and instantly her face flushed like a ripe peach.

This scoundrel was carrying a long flute all along. It showed he had always kept her in his heart. After facing life and death, he’d protected the flute carefully—enough to say everything.

Indeed, Gu Chen carried a long flute, prepared for Xiao Wu, since teaching her flute skills calmed his mind and subtly advanced his profound heart cultivation.

He sensed that with a little more time, he could break through to the first realm of the Profound Heart Technique—the Perfect Qi Gathering Realm—and then stride toward the second realm, the Object Reflection Realm.

The so-called Object Reflection Realm is where the heart serves as a mirror, revealing the true form of all things.

By using objects as mirrors, the heart reveals its essence; by reflecting all phenomena, it judges whether the principle within our hearts stands firm.

Xiao Wu released Gu Chen’s waist and shyly stepped aside.

“Junior Brother Gu Chen, what happened to you just now?” Ning Rongrong asked, skeptical that a mere fall could leave him half-dead. There must be secrets behind it.

Gu Chen recalled everything that had happened around him. He hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

The only difference was that he had seen someone performing juggling acts, and as he approached, a flame was spat toward him.

But the flame hadn’t harmed him—it was just a juggler’s trick to entertain the audience!

Now, looking back, it seemed more complicated. The juggler’s figure looked remarkably like someone...

Ma Hongjun!

Gu Chen cursed his own carelessness for falling for such a small trick!

Ma Hongjun had used a mixed poison called “King of Hell’s Knock.”

One toxin alone wouldn’t be fatal, but once the two mixed, the victim would die instantly from poisoning.

As for why Gu Chen hadn’t died, it was likely due to his special constitution, he reasoned silently.

Though complicated, the truth became clear in a flash.

He relaxed his mind and sensed two hidden figures lurking in the shadows.

Their expressions were dark and gloomy; seeing the intimacy between Xiao Wu and Gu Chen, they suspected Tang San might have been betrayed.

They thought: Next time we see Tang San, we must tell him this and make him kill Gu Chen to vent his anger.

Qian Renxue had already left the moment Tang San recovered, unnoticed by Gu Chen.

Had Ye Lengleng not arrived just then, Gu Chen might have died.

Qian Renxue’s six-winged angel martial soul, besides its formidable offensive power, had healing abilities that rivaled those of typical auxiliary soul masters.

Her third soul skill, Angelic Holy Light, was a healing technique.

It granted allies angelic power for a short time, purifying all evil energies—including toxins.

However, the extent of purification depended on the caster’s strength and the toxin’s potency.

Currently, the poison in Gu Chen’s body was not instantly fatal even to a soul master, but Qian Renxue was confident she could fully cure it.

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