69novels Chapter 122 Tianlong World Modification Mode
Chapter 122 Tianlong World Modification Mode
Chapter 122 Tianlong World Modification Mode
Tingxuexuan (Listening to Snow Pavilion)
The sky was already bright, and the morning light streamed through the window, spreading across the floor.
Mu Wanqing slowly woke up. The moment her consciousness returned, she felt the muddy and damp bedding beneath her. She was slightly startled at first, then her pretty face flushed red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
She bit her lip, quickly got up, rummaged through the closet for a clean set of clothes to change into, then carried the clothes she had taken off to the yard, took out a tinderbox, blew on it, and decisively threw it into the pile of clothes.
Flames erupted and crackled, engulfing all the absurd evidence of the previous night's crimes.
Seeing the last piece of clothing turn to ashes and be blown into the dust by the wind, Mu Wanqing finally breathed a long sigh of relief, patted her slightly flushed cheeks, composed herself, stepped out of the courtyard, and walked towards the direction where Tong Lao was.
Yesterday, Granny Tong said she would teach her a secret martial art of the Xiaoyao Sect that even Russell didn't know about.
She was naturally overjoyed. Russell's skills had improved too quickly. If she didn't work harder, she feared that even following behind him and being a useless burden by his side would become a distant dream.
A quarter of an hour later, led by Mei Jian, Mu Wanqing reached the summit of Misty Peak.
Before me stood a solitary courtyard, surrounded by no other buildings, only ancient pines and cypresses, shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.
Above the courtyard gate hangs a plaque with the three large characters "Qionghua Courtyard" written in elegant calligraphy.
According to Mei Jian, the old woman always preferred quiet, and over the years, only the four of them had been allowed to enter Qionghua Courtyard.
Mei Jian stopped at the courtyard gate, gave Mu Wanqing a graceful bow, and said respectfully, "Aunt, I'll leave you here. Please go in by yourself."
Mu Wanqing nodded, stepped into the courtyard, went around the screen wall, and walked inward along the gravel path. Just as she passed through a moon gate, she heard Tong Lao's joyful and anxious voice coming from the inner courtyard, which was separated by a wall.
"Are you telling the truth!?"
Mu Wanqing paused, wondering what could have caused Tong Lao to lose her composure like this. Then she heard another familiar voice: "Senior Sister, would I lie to you? Try it, it won't hurt you."
It's Bertrand Russell!
A light suddenly lit up Mu Wanqing's eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up. She quickened her pace, almost running through the corridor, and plunged into the inner courtyard.
Looking up, she saw Russell sitting leisurely by the stone table, holding a fruit he had pulled out from somewhere. When he saw her come in, he smiled and raised his hand in greeting: "Wanqing, come here."
Just as Mu Wanqing was about to respond, her gaze was drawn to another figure in the corridor.
She sat casually on the armrest, dressed in white, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her eyes filled with a misty glow. Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting a hazy halo around her, making her seem unreal, more like a celestial being who stepped out of an ancient painting.
What a beautiful woman————
Thinking this to herself, Mu Wanqing sat down next to Luo Su. Hearing the sounds of Granny Tong rummaging through drawers in the inner room, she couldn't help but ask, "What's going on here?"
"It's nothing serious, I just found a way to get my senior sister back to normal," Russell said calmly.
Mu Wanqing blinked.
She had heard Russell mention that the reason why the Old Woman looked like a little girl was because she was ambushed by Li Qiushui at a crucial moment in her cultivation of the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Technique decades ago, which caused her to go into a state of demonic possession.
Sixty-four years have passed since this incident. The bones have been set and the meridians have solidified into this state, yet there is still a way to restore it. Truly, Bertrand Russell is worthy of the name.
Just then, a figure flew out from the inner room.
Granny Tong changed into a loose robe, its hem fluttering as she landed in the courtyard. She sat cross-legged, adjusting herself to her peak condition, and then looked at Russell: "What should Granny do next?"
Russell stood up and walked to the old woman, leaning down to look at her with a smile, and said, "Just relax, Senior Sister, don't think about anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, held up his index finger, and a point of pale blue light condensed from his fingertip.
The light was extremely soft, like the purest ray of starlight from the heavens. It hovered above Russell's fingertips, trembling slightly, and emitting a refreshing fragrance.
The fragrance was indescribable. The moment she smelled it, Tong Lao felt as if she were floating on clouds. Every pore on her body was cheering, and every inch of her flesh was leaping with joy. Even the circulation of her cultivation technique, which had been stagnant for decades, showed signs of loosening at this moment.
"This is—" The old woman's pupils contracted slightly, and her voice trembled a little.
Russell chuckled. "Magic power, isn't it amazing?"
Before the old woman could ask any more questions, he gently flicked his fingertip, and a burst of spiritual light instantly entered between her eyebrows.
The old woman trembled violently, and an unprecedented cool sensation exploded from between her eyebrows, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, turning into thousands of streams that surged wildly along her eight extraordinary meridians and her limbs.
Visible to the naked eye, streams of milky white energy emanated from every pore of her body, growing more and more abundant and denser, like strands of silk spun by silkworms, wrapping around her. In a short while, an oval-shaped cocoon of energy had taken shape, enveloping the entire Tong Lao within it.
Russell nodded in satisfaction and stood with his hands behind his back.
It became.
To put it bluntly, Tong Lao's current condition is a disorder of the three jiaos and an imbalance of yin and yang, which has led to the backlash of her cultivation technique and her body being frozen in place.
In the world of martial arts, this kind of problem would naturally be an incurable disease, but in the context of his current situation, it's not a big deal, especially since the Child Granny's symptoms are in an area he's familiar with.
Mu Wanqing stared blankly at the scene before her, her throat bobbing as she unconsciously swallowed.
Even though she was already used to Russell's extraordinary abilities, seeing this amazing scene still made her feel that she hadn't prepared herself mentally enough.
She was about to speak when she saw Russell turn his gaze to her and ask, "Wanqing, do you want to cultivate immortality?"
Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "Can I do it too?"
"Sister, you have exceptional talent and excellent physique, so of course you can do it." Before Russell could reply, a soft, sweet voice rang out with a smile.
Mu Wanqing turned her head and saw that the woman in white had risen from the corridor railing at some point and walked gracefully to her. She gave her a graceful curtsy, and her demeanor and charm were truly captivating and pitiful.
Russell's lips twitched slightly.
Sister? You're such a cunning old fox, who knows how many thousands of years you've lived, yet you're acting all young and innocent.
Mu Wanqing, unaware of the crucial point, simply asked instinctively, "Who are you?"
Xiao Bai raised her head, her face showing just the right amount of shyness, and said softly, "I am my master's concubine, and I have come today to pay my respects to my elder sister."
"???" Mu Wanqing's eyes widened suddenly.
Cultivation and magic were irrelevant at this moment; all she could think about was the fox spirit before her.
Well, "fox spirit" here isn't a derogatory term, but rather a descriptive one, because the woman before us is so beautiful she seems inhuman.
Her eyebrows and eyes, her aura, were so perfect that not a single flaw could be found. If even such a stunning beauty was only a concubine, then she—
For a moment, Mu Wanqing felt an involuntary sense of shame and inferiority, a feeling that was difficult to describe.
Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and there was some activity from Granny Tong's side.
The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at the cocoon in the courtyard. They saw that the cocoon wall, which was originally as white as jade, was now becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless white streams of air scattered and flew in all directions, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating into the air.
And there, a tall, slender figure stood quietly.
She was completely naked, with a curvaceous figure and skin as smooth and delicate as white jade, gleaming in the sunlight. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, partially obscuring her figure, yet adding to her alluring mystery.
The body's owner slowly opened her eyes, blinking blankly for a moment. A mountain breeze swept by, bringing a cool sensation to her body. She looked down at herself, her face instantly flushing red. She glared angrily at the culprit who had his back turned not far away, gritting her teeth and saying, "You little thief! Where are my clothes?!"
Russell, with his back to them, coughed lightly, took out a dress from his system space, and tossed it over without turning around: "Ahem, my fault, my fault, I didn't consider the quality of the clothes—"
He swears to God, he really didn't do it on purpose. He even reminded the old woman to change her clothes beforehand. He really didn't expect that the clothes would be disassembled as well.
The old woman snorted, but didn't delve into it further. After all, her rebirth was entirely due to Russell.
She's lived a long life, what storms hasn't she weathered? Being glanced at a few times isn't a big deal—although it is indeed a little embarrassing.
With Mu Wanqing's help, Tong Lao got dressed and tried circulating her internal energy. She immediately beamed with joy, her eyes and brows radiating uncontainable happiness.
She stood up, her clothes fluttering without wind, and an unprecedentedly powerful aura erupted from her body.
Having broken free from the constraints of her childlike body, her meridians are now unobstructed, and her internal energy flows without any blockage. Taking it a step further is by no means difficult.
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Granny Tong gazed at the sky, her eyes flashing with cold light, but a triumphant smile played on her lips. "If that wretched woman comes again, Granny Tong will make sure she doesn't leave alive!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, her clear laughter soaring into the sky.
Russell waited for her laughter to subside before yawning and slowly saying, "I'm glad you're happy, Senior Sister, but I'll have to trouble you with something later."
The old woman raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Now that you have this ability, is there anything you need your old woman to do?"
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Although she said this, there was no hint of refusal in her tone. With a wave of her hand, she declared with boundless pride, "Speak! Junior brother, just ask. Even if you want the stars in the sky, Grandma will pluck them down for you!"
"There's no need to go to such lengths." Russell waved his hand, revealing an innocent smile. "If possible, I'd like Lingjiu Palace."
"————" Granny Tong paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Grandma thought it was something serious. Just wait and see."
She shook her head and immediately activated the Sound Transmission Soul Searching Technique. An invisible sound wave spread out from her center, and a moment later, a figure swept down from the foot of the mountain—it was Mei Jian.
Mei Jian landed in the courtyard and glanced around. First, he saw Luo Su and Mu Wanqing, then he saw the strangely beautiful woman in red sitting at the stone table. He was slightly taken aback.
She stepped forward, bowed to Russell, and asked, "Uncle-Master, Grandmother just summoned me. Do you know where she went?" Russell gestured with his chin towards the woman in red: "Isn't this her?"
Mei Jian was taken aback and followed his gaze to the woman in red. The woman sat upright on the stone bench, her red dress as fiery as fire, her temperament both aloof and dignified.
Mei Jian carefully examined the face. Gradually, the unfamiliar features overlapped with those of her grandmother in her memory—the expression in her eyes, the innate arrogance, the way she looked down on people—
"Grandma?" Mei Jian's eyes widened in surprise. "You're Grandma!?"
The old woman's lips curled up slightly as she watched Mei Jian's reaction with satisfaction.
She nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Immediately summon all forces under the jurisdiction of the Thirty-Six Caves, Seventy-Two Islands, and Lingjiu Palace. Come to Misty Peak in half a month and tell them that Grandma has something important to announce. If even one person fails to show up, they know the consequences."
Mei Jian, without suspecting anything, immediately and respectfully replied, "Yes! This servant will go and do it right away!"
Seeing this, Russell also stood up and cupped his hands in thanks to the old woman, saying, "Then thank you very much, Senior Sister."
Granny Tong waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite. Russell didn't say anything more, turned around and left Qionghua Courtyard with Mu Wanqing and Xiaobai.
Watching that departing figure, Tong Lao let out a soft breath. Recalling the scene of their honesty and openness, an unnatural blush rose on her face, and she couldn't help but curse the little thief in her heart.
Back at Tingxuexuan, after obtaining Russell's consent, Xiaobai transformed into a white rainbow and soared into the air, heading down the mountain.
She has never been one to sit still, and now that she has some free time, she naturally wants to fully experience the charm of this otherworldly realm.
Mu Wanqing stood there blankly, looking up at the receding white rainbow, speechless for a long time.
What happened before could be explained by martial arts, but Xiaobai's ability to fly through the clouds and transform into a rainbow, even she herself doesn't believe that this is martial arts.
Russell looked at her and smiled slightly, then took her hand and led her to sit down on the bedside.
He held her slightly cool hand, looked intently into her eyes, and asked earnestly, "Wanqing, do you believe in reincarnation?"
Mu Wanqing stared blankly at him, her cherry lips slightly parted, and after a long while, she finally uttered a single word: "Huh?"
And so on, and so forth.
For people in ancient times, no system or chat group could compare to the tangible experience of being a reincarnated deity or receiving blessings from heaven.
After Russell's brief summary and demonstration, he finally explained his current situation in a way that Mu Wanqing could understand.