Mistress, I Was Wrong

Qian Yiling's surprise was fleeting, and she soon smiled, saying, "No wonder her actions are so familiar. I thought she looked somewhat familiar when I first saw her. I didn't expect her to be the same person as the young healer. It seems mother has been negligent."

Qian Wanyu watched her quietly, then heard her quickly say, "You mentioned earlier that saving Dono would come at a certain cost. What kind of cost would that be? Yu'er and the young healer are as close as sisters, so she must understand her well. Could you give mother some advice on how to make it up to Xiao Jiu?"

"Is mother truly sincere about making it up to Xiao Jiu?" Qian Wanyu asked, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes swirling with a rapidly moving light.

Qian Yiling indeed had the intention to make amends, partly because of the Dragon Binding Mark, which tormented her from time to time, causing her many years of pain. Unexpectedly, due to a twist of fate, the Dragon Binding Mark had chosen a new host. That was one reason. The second reason was that Dono's life force was gradually slipping away. If it weren't for the miraculous healing, she would have already returned to the earth.

"Of course."

"Then how about mother promises me to her? Would that be acceptable?"

Qian Yiling looked sharply at the person still smiling, shocked.

Qian Wanyu said this without avoiding anyone present. She looked as usual, only appearing very pleased, the smile at the corner of her eyes stinging Qian Yiling.

Dongfang Minghui was so scared that she sat down on the ground with a thud, unable to get up for a long while…

She thought, thought that Seventh sister would find an appropriate opportunity to slowly play the emotional card with Qian mama, but who knew, in such an abrupt situation, Seventh sister had come out to Qian mama and Uncle Wood without discussing it with her first.

"Why does it seem like your Seventh sister's mother, who used to like you quite a bit, seems a bit unhappy now?" Little Colour, bald on top, boredly lay back in the soul sea, feeling somewhat bitter and mostly confused. In its mind, when people see eye to eye and fit well together, they naturally come together… If one day it fancies someone else, just snatch them back to be a cauldron.

In the eyes of a plant, integrity doesn't exist at all, everything depends on strength.

However, this plant, which always thought it was the best in the world, after being bitten by Little Fatty, stripped of its vines by the Pig Immortal Grass, and nearly dying from the death energy, Little Colour felt melancholy – the outside world wasn't quite as it had imagined.

Dongfang Minghui was so dumbfounded she almost had an out-of-body experience. She dared not meet Qian mama's gaze, let alone think about what would happen next. Naturally, she had no time to explain the complex human relationships to Little Colour. If two people in love could disregard everything around them, there wouldn't be so many lovesick men and women in the world.

Qian Yiling's hands trembled. She felt guilty towards this daughter, but at the same time, she knew better than anyone what the joy on the other's face meant. In the deepest part of her heart, that unease suddenly fermented.

Probably no one expected Qian Wanyu to choose such a moment to come out.

Even Qian Ziyan stood up abruptly, and Mu Sheng almost dropped his jaw. Having just witnessed a male-male relationship upon entering this cave, and now facing a female-female one, he received a ten-thousand-point blow from this world. He had never imagined that the all-capable Sister Wanyu would like women, and moreover, her sister… No, she might not be considered a sister, but it couldn't negate the fact that she was a woman.

Could the same sex… love each other?

"Yu'er, don't joke with mother." Qian Yiling smiled calmly, trying to take Qian Wanyu's hand, but she avoided it.

Qian Wanyu didn't give her the chance to continue pretending, "Mother, you know I'm not joking."

Qian Ziyan gently placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Little Fatty is feeling a bit uncomfortable staying at the inn alone. You and Xiao Jiu go back and check on him first. Your mother and I have important matters to discuss."

Dongfang Minghui swallowed hard. Uncle Wood stopped Seventh sister, probably feeling that it was inappropriate for her and Seventh sister to be together. She took two steps forward and said weakly, "Seventh sister."

Qian Wanyu didn't answer. Her bright black pupils calmly looked at Qian Yiling, and the weight of the hand on her shoulder grew heavier. A flash of displeasure crossed her eyes. "Mother, Ninth Sister and I will leave first. You and Uncle haven't seen each other in twenty years, have a good chat."

After speaking, Qian Wanyu reached out to Dongfang Minghui with a simple command, "Come here."

Dongfang Minghui didn't dare to look around and moved towards Qian Wanyu like a turtle. Normally, she would have rushed over eagerly, but now, in front of two people more intimidating than gods, she hesitated.

Should she really be stirring the nerves of Qian Mama and Uncle Wood like this…

Before she could think of a solution, her hand was dominantly taken by Qian Wanyu.

"Mother, Uncle, we'll be leaving first."

Qian Wanyu, holding Dongfang Minghui's hand, boldly walked past them. Qian Yiling watched their intertwined fingers and felt a sudden pain in her chest. She opened her mouth but saw Qian Ziyan silently shaking his head at her.

It wasn't until they left the cave that Dongfang Minghui, obediently following Seventh sister's pace, murmured with her head down, "Seventh sister, I'm a bit worried."

She had been afraid to look at Qian Mama's expression just now, but Little Colour's words reminded her. Even a demonic plant could sense the displeasure from the other party, so Qian Yiling must be truly annoyed with her this time.

Putting herself in Qian Mama's shoes, she felt it was understandable for her to be angry.

Qian Wanyu looked as calm as ever, seeming more relaxed after speaking to Qian Yiling. She gently scratched the other's palm with her pinky, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"What if Mother doesn't approve?" Dongfang Minghui's mind went blank, that being the only concern she could think of.

"She will agree."

Her mother was an extremely intelligent person. It must have been their excessive closeness today that raised her suspicions. Once the seed of doubt is planted, it wouldn't take long for her mother to notice. Rather than waiting, it was better to surprise her with the truth. Qian Wanyu didn't regret today's impulsiveness, "Give her enough time, she will understand."

Seventh sister was decisive, domineering, always surprising, and as confident in her answers as ever.

But, Seventh sister still hadn't answered her question…

By the time they returned to Dala City, the sun was high in the sky, at noon. The crowd hurried by, the volume of people no less than on the day of the auction. Not far away, smoke filled the air, the thick smog covering half of the sky.

"Seventh sister, that direction seems to be where our inn is," Dongfang Minghui said, then turned pale with shock, "It couldn't be Little Fatty, could it?"

"Let's go check it out."

The two quickly arrived at the Returning Inn, only to see it bustling as usual, seemingly unchanged. They looked up in unison towards the direction of the smoke, and Dongfang Minghui belatedly realized that not only was it the direction to their inn, but also where the Yuntian Pavilion was located.

Qian Wanyu suddenly grabbed a person who was rushing past them, "What happened up ahead?"

"Ah, you two ladies must be new here, came for the auction?" The person guessed smugly, but seeing Qian Wanyu's stern face, he hurriedly added, "You're too late, the auction ended a while ago. Moreover, last night, the auction house was burned down by a fire. I've never seen such strange flames in my life. It's said that the water system Spiritual Masters from the Yuntian Pavilion tried to save it all night, but to no avail."

"It's a pity for all those treasures. If we had known the auction house would catch fire, that young master might as well have given those treasures to us common folks."

The person kept muttering, but Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu couldn't listen anymore. They quickened their pace and soon arrived at the entrance of the Yuntian Pavilion.

The once luxurious sign of the Yuntian Pavilion was now charred black, and the magnificent building had turned into a skeleton overnight. The burnt beams fell to the ground with a gentle breeze, kicking up a lot of black ash, turning the whole building into ruins. It was evident how fierce the fire was. Standing outside, they saw Spiritual Masters in Yuntian Pavilion uniforms coming in and out, ignoring them.

"Seventh sister, Nangong Yuntian shouldn't be in trouble, right?" Dongfang Minghui didn't like how he had once claimed the title of one of Seventh sister's harem, but through their interactions, she had grown a sense of camaraderie. If something happened to him, she would be sad for a while.

"He's still alive." Qian Wanyu looked up to see Nangong Yuntian being helped down the steps, limping. The pavilion behind him had been burned to a skeleton, with sporadic flames still flickering on the charred beams, almost insignificant under the daylight. Nangong Yuntian looked extremely embarrassed, his face smeared with dust as if he hadn't noticed, and his exquisite robe was scorched by the flames, reduced to a short robe. The once suave man looked somewhat comical after just one day. He struggled down the stone steps, looking around as if reminiscing, his expression sorrowful.

Dongfang Minghui saw Nangong Yuntian in such a sorry state for the first time. Even when they had brought him back from the Hilary Tribe, he had never been disheveled. She felt a bit of sympathy, "Seventh sister, who in Dala City would dare to set the Yuntian Pavilion on fire?"

This must be a deep-seated hatred.

The Cass and Cyril tribes were eager to make peace with the Nangong family and wouldn't do such a foolish thing. The most likely culprits were the madmen from the Hilary Tribe.

"The Dragon Pill fell into the hands of the Hilary Tribe, they wouldn't be foolish enough to offend the Yuntian Pavilion, would they?"

"It wasn't them."

Nangong Yuntian probably saw the two of them and walked over, still wearing his usual elegant smile, "I'm sorry for the scene you had to witness. May I know what brings Miss Qian here?"

Qian Wanyu got straight to the point, "Do you know who did this?"

Nangong Yuntian's face showed a bitter smile, "Last night, two people broke into the Yuntian Pavilion demanding the Dragon Pill. Pei Tian said something, and those two set the place on fire and left."

Qian Wanyu asked again, "What about the casualties?"

"Pei Tian checked, the number of casualties is less than ten. What's truly strange is that the flames couldn't be extinguished no matter what." Nangong Yuntian was secretly proud of the success of the auction, not expecting those two strange individuals to destroy his Yuntian Pavilion overnight.

"Did you lose any of your collection?"

"No."

Nangong Yuntian still feels it was a false alarm now. Once the flames ignited, seeing that the fire couldn't be extinguished, he ordered people to quickly move the collections elsewhere. Perhaps, this was the most correct thing he had done.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this. Such a big fire did not cause much damage to Yuntian Pavilion, not even losses, at most, it was just a house burning down. "Did you make enemies outside?"

Nangong Yuntian's mouth twitched, "The lady makes sense. This young master has offended people, if not tens of thousands, then at least thousands."

He had seen too many who pretended to be friendly on the surface but played dirty tricks behind the back.

Dongfang Minghui: "…" With so many people, he truly deserved to die.

"But they all can't bear to see this young master in trouble." Over the years, he had to snatch resources that belonged to him from a group of jackals, tigers, and leopards, making Yuntian Pavilion unique. If it were a few years ago, he might still be in danger. Now that he holds financial power, even if those people hate him to the core, they still hope he lives well. The flames yesterday were very special. I remember the classics recorded that the true fire of the dragon clan is a flame mixed with a hint of gold among the fiery red."

Dongfang Minghui's heart skipped a beat. Unfortunately, the kind of flame Nangong Yuntian mentioned, her little Toothless could produce.

Qian Wanyu just glanced at him lightly, "Young Master Nangong was scared by the fire yesterday, pushing all this to the dragon clan. But it's known that the dragon clan has disappeared for hundreds of years. If it really was for the dragon pill, burning down Yuntian Pavilion with a fire seems too light for revenge."

"Seventh sister is right."

She definitely wouldn't believe that Toothless had a part in yesterday's fire. The flames Toothless spat out in the cave last time were enough to burn them all to death, not just less than ten casualties.

Nangong Yuntian was just making wild guesses. If it weren't for someone suddenly mentioning the true fire of the dragon clan in his ear yesterday, he wouldn't have thought of associating those two hooded figures with the dragon clan, "The dragon clan is naturally tyrannical and would not let off the people in Yuntian Pavilion so easily."

Tyrannical my foot.

Dongfang Minghui thought of the daily cute acts of little Toothless. If the timing wasn't wrong, she would also like to put a sack over Nangong Yuntian's head and beat him up to vent her anger.

Qian Wanyu asked again, "Did you see those two people yesterday?"

"No."

Qian Wanyu said with a smile that was not a smile, "Since you have seen those two people with your own eyes, why guess it was the dragon clan based on just a word? Earlier, after you auctioned the dragon pill, I had asked you about the source of the dragon pill. You must have been prepared mentally by then."

The dragon clan is protective. If there are one or two dragons like Toothless wandering outside, knowing about the dragon pill, they would definitely come for revenge.

"Well, you have been promoting the auction for several months. Once the dragon pill was out, I'm afraid the rumors would intensify."

In short, Yuntian Pavilion encountering a fire disaster was entirely Nangong Yuntian's own doing.

"Has the person who placed both the Eye of Truth and the Dragon Pill in your auction house ever appeared again?"

"Never."

Nangong Yuntian wasn't foolish. With Qian Wanyu's continuous questioning, he had a rough idea but suddenly asked, "Miss Qian, may I ask, what is your relationship with the guardian of the Beast Tribe's trading market?"

Qian Wanyu was unexpectedly honest, "She is my mother."

"Follow me."

Nangong Yuntian, who had dismissed his attendants and was not used to the cane, suddenly walked back and lost his balance. Qian Wanyu, who was following behind, quickly reacted and caught him, saying coolly, "Young Master Nangong should be more careful when walking."

"Cough, this young master was just momentarily distracted. Besides, this time it was for your sake, Miss Qian. Can't you be a bit gentler with me?" Nangong Yuntian pointed at the collar around his neck that was being held.

"I thought only women needed to be gentle. I didn't expect Young Master Nangong to need it too." Qian Wanyu scoffed, releasing Nangong Yuntian's collar with a look of disdain, then pointed at the two people rushing over, "You two, come here."

The two initially ignored her, but upon seeing Nangong Yuntian beside her, they obediently approached Qian Wanyu.

"Your young master is in need of assistance. You need to support him."

"Come and support this young master." Nangong Yuntian's mouth twitched, straightened the collar that had been pulled up, and opened his arms like a lord used to being served. The two immediately supported him and slowly led the way.

"Ninth Sister, your mouth could hang a teapot." Qian Wanyu took the opportunity to hold the other's soft hand, playing with it casually, while her other hand gently caressed the red corners of the lips.

Dongfang Minghui was slow to react. Seeing the two's banter, it was all about flirting. Others might not know, but she did. Knowing Nangong Yuntian's character, not getting angry at a girl's teasing and sarcasm meant he definitely had his eyes on Seventh sister.

Officially, they were Seventh sister's harem, but Seventh sister was monopolized by her. Used to spending days with Seventh sister, she had even forgotten the urgency of guarding against a love rival.

Nangong Yuntian was her love rival.

"Seventh sister." Dongfang Minghui's grip tightened, "Where is he taking us?"

"Perhaps to a good place."

"Eh?" Dongfang Minghui felt a sourness in her heart, but seeing Seventh sister's excitement, she could only ask, "A good place?"

"Mhm."

Nangong Yuntian led them to a ruin, a sight of desolation, "You two, step back. Go find Pei Tian for me."

Beneath the ruins, there was a secret tunnel dug in advance, prepared even before the construction began. Nangong Yuntian alone found it difficult to open it, so he used this excuse to send the two away, "Miss Qian, would you like to lend a hand?"

"How can I help?"

"Clear the debris from this area. The entrance is blocked."

Even Dongfang Minghui, who might be considered slow, understood what Seventh sister meant by a good place, referring to treasures hidden in the secret tunnel, "Seventh sister, let me help you."

"No need, just stand behind Young Master Nangong."

Dongfang Minghui, though showing a face of disdain, obediently stood behind him. Although Nangong Yuntian was not a Spiritual Master, he was a whole head taller than her. Standing behind him, her line of sight was completely blocked by his height.

Qian Wanyu drew her long whip, and a wild wind began to blow, changing the color of the sky. If it was surrounded by smoke before, now the entire sky had changed, covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain could pour down at any moment.

"Uh."

Dongfang Minghui used her spiritual power to shield herself, barely able to see what Seventh sister was doing, but the sandstorm was too strong, so she closed her eyes until the sound of the wind by her ears seemed to stop.

Nangong Yuntian's face darkened, unprepared, his face was smeared with the dark ash from the ruins, even his originally scorched white clothes turned black. In contrast, Dongfang Minghui, who was hiding behind him, was unscathed.

"Young Master Nangong—" Qian Wanyu's expression was normal, but she unexpectedly looked at his livid face and said, "Why didn't you find a place to take cover?" Then, her gaze lowered to his legs, realizing, "I forgot about Young Master Nangong's inconvenience. Do you need me to call those two back?"

Nangong Yuntian was so angered by her that he almost spat blood. He was now sure she did it on purpose.

"Miss Qian, to save everyone's time, please lend me a hand."

"Okay."

Qian Wanyu agreed quickly, and Dongfang Minghui felt like she had taken a critical hit, but the next second she almost laughed out loud. She saw Seventh sister find a charred stick from the ruins and hand it to Nangong Yuntian, "Given the limited conditions, Young Master Nangong, please make do with this."

Nangong Yuntian looked at the stick that seemed to still be steaming hot, struggled for a moment before taking it, "Miss Qian, lift the iron plate below, enter the third corner below, there is a purple-red iron box placed there, bring that iron box up."

Qian Wanyu slightly raised her eyebrows, "Young Master Nangong trusts me too much. What if I become greedy and take all these things away? You can't blame me then."

"I trust you."

"Okay."

With ease, Qian Wanyu opened the door to the underground passage. The environment below was dim, but after adjusting, Qian Wanyu saw boxes piled up. Following his directions, she arrived at the third corner and indeed found a purple box.

The ancient box was very similar to the one she had taken before. Holding the box, she took another look, mostly at the accumulated treasures, then turned and left. "Miss Qian must have guessed, this item was left by your mother in Yuntian Pavilion. Originally, I intended to keep it safe on her behalf, but—"

Yuntian Pavilion is now struggling to protect itself…

"Thank you."

The two turned and left, leaving Nangong Yuntian standing alone amidst the ruins. It wasn't until they had walked a long distance that Nangong Yuntian realized, damn, how was he supposed to get back?

"Seventh sister, did you get it?"

"Yes."

Qian Wanyu, holding the box and holding Dongfang Minghui's hand, swaggered out of Yuntian Pavilion and boldly entered the inn, carrying the box in front of so many people and taking it upstairs.

As soon as they stepped into their room, they were forced back by the flames that met them. Several strands of hair on Dongfang Minghui's shoulder were burned off. If they hadn't retreated quickly, not only the hair but even the eyelashes might have been burned off.

"What happened?"

"Channel your spiritual power!"

Both of them had faint fluctuations of spiritual power, mainly protecting their feet and hands. As soon as the door was opened, that scorching breath came at them again, and the room was surrounded by steaming droplets of water, dripping down one by one.

Dongfang Minghui gasped.

They had been gone for one night, and the room had turned into a steam room.

"Little Fatty."

Lying on the bed, Little Fatty had turned into a fiery red doll. The bed board had already been pierced through. They found Little Fatty under the bed.

A moment later, the inn's floor would have been pierced through, falling directly onto someone's dining table, which could lead to any number of incidents. Dongfang Minghui barely touched it and immediately withdrew her hand, her finger charred black.

"Don't touch it."

Qian Wanyu pulled her away and tore down the bed's canopy, throwing it over Little Fatty. After flipping it over a few times, Little Fatty was trapped in a ball, "Let's go."

The two quickly left the inn and sped to the wasteland thirty meters outside Dala City.

"Seventh sister, the cloth is about to be pierced through."

"Shh."

The two were quite fast on their feet, but as they reached the outskirts, Qian Wanyu suddenly stopped, "Who's there, hiding and skulking? Come out."

Dongfang Minghui first glanced at Little Fatty's condition and whispered, "Seventh sister, there are many people."

"Uh-huh."

The group, like the Night Fox clan, was dressed in black and suddenly appeared from all directions, roughly eighteen people, but their aura was different. Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu, having encountered the Night Fox clan once, could easily distinguish them.

"Hand over the Eye of Truth."

The leader's voice was hoarse like a crow's, very unpleasant to hear.

Qian Wanyu gently placed the wrapped Little Fatty on the ground, "What Eye of Truth?"

"Lady, don't play dumb. The box you just took from Yuntian Pavilion is the Eye of Truth. Just hand it over, and I can spare both of your lives," the man said, his voice laced with a sinister laugh.

"What if I refuse?"

Dongfang Minghui was somewhat anxious. How could Seventh sister admit so quickly, "Seventh sister, where did we get the Eye of Truth? Wasn't the Eye of Truth auctioned off by someone else?"

"Indeed, the Eye of Truth was auctioned off, yet here you are ambushing us, asking for the Eye of Truth. Have you been plotting this for a long time?" Qian Wanyu quickly drew her water thunder whip and attacked the nearest shadow.

Little Colour's vines also sprang into action, flipping over most of the people, taking the opportunity to scatter them, "What's that smell, like something burnt."

"It's Little Fatty."

Dongfang Minghui turned around and saw sparks on the ground, instantly spreading like wildfire.

A small fire person rolled on the ground, igniting everything it touched. After rolling twice, the cloaks on its body were burnt through, revealing fiery red skin, a complete little fire person.

"Heavens—" She witnessed Little Fatty transform from a snow-white tender little guy to a charred figure, now directly upgraded to a red humanoid, "Little Fatty."

"Ah." Little Fatty let out a faint sound, rushing over like a small firecracker.

Dongfang Minghui was still wondering if hugging it would burn her clothes, given the intense firepower and being a fire energy body. Unexpectedly, the little guy bypassed her and knocked someone behind her flying. Moreover, the black-clothed person who touched Little Fatty was engulfed in flames and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Little Fatty happily played running circles on the scene, with one person being burned to death with each lap.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the eighteen people was left, the one who spoke in a weird tone and sounded very old. If not for Qian Wanyu's quick intervention, he probably would have turned into charcoal too.

"Following us all the way from Yuntian Pavilion to here, you really went through a lot of trouble."

Qian Wanyu pulled out an iron box from her space, "You want the Eye of Truth? Let me guess your purpose… Perhaps someone told you that the Eye of Truth and the Dragon Pill are two indispensable items. Having only one of them is not very useful. You must gather both to find—"

The person in the black robe shuddered, his eyes widened, and he lunged forward, revealing the dark spiritual power emanating from his body.

Qian Wanyu tossed the box behind her and a clump of dark spiritual power appeared in her hand.

"You're a Dark Spiritual Master!!!"

"So what if I am?"

The clump of dark energy had other colors mottled within it, which were hard to identify unless looked at closely. Even Dongfang Minghui found it difficult to discern what kind of spiritual power Seventh Sister was using from the colors.

A Five Elements Spiritual Body could be considered a cheating spiritual body.

"What's happening, my spiritual power—" The old man's voice was piercing as he screamed.

The dark spiritual power he released was hooked away by the small strand of dark spiritual power in Qian Wanyu's hand, like a thread.

Dongfang Minghui hurriedly followed Little Fatty, as the iron box contained the Eye of Truth. However, upon getting closer, she realized that the iron box was not the one brought out from the secret passage under Yuntian Pavilion. "Little Fatty, give me that box."

"Ah." Little Fatty obediently handed the iron box to Dongfang Minghui.

The temperature on both sides of the box was scalding, and she almost dropped it. Just as she turned around, she saw a thread-like thing sticking to the other side of the iron box. When she pulled, she stumbled forward and fell.

"Seventh sister!"

Little Fatty grabbed the white thread and instantly melted it.

Qian Wanyu devoured the man cleanly and helped the person lying on the ground up, saying, "It seems we won't have peace these next few days."

"Is it for the Eye of Truth?"

"Yes."

Seeing Yuntian Pavilion turned into ruins, she knew the trouble the item her mother had tried to hide would bring, but she didn't expect those lurking in the dark to be so impatient, wanting to take the Eye of Truth away immediately.

"So, Seventh Sister, are we going back to the inn now?"

"Yes."

Before, Dongfang Minghui was worried and hesitant about coming out, and felt a bit jealous over Nangong Yuntian's matter. After a series of events, she didn't have a single thought left. "Seventh sister, you just mentioned there's a connection between the Eye of Truth and the Dragon Pill, how did you know that?"

Qian Wanyu glanced at her lover's serious face and pinched that smooth skin gently, "Fool, it was just a bluff."

"Eh? So it was a lie?" Dongfang Minghui was somewhat dumbfounded, "Seventh sister, were you deceiving them?"

"Of course."

The two returned to the inn. The burning air in the room dissipated after they took Little Fatty away, but the bed could no longer be used. Little Fatty looked at it guiltily and sat down on a chair honestly.

That chair didn't last even the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

"Seventh sister, what can we do about Little Fatty's constitution?" Dongfang Minghui was quite worried. When they returned just now, Little Fatty, this little fire person, was like a landscape, attracting the attention of everyone in Dala City.

"Ah ah." Little Fatty pointed at the chair under its butt that had burned a hole through.

"Little Fatty, what's with the fire on you?" Dongfang Minghui leaned in closer, her little finger was about to poke when Qian Wanyu pulled her back.

"Stop it, your fingers will get charred." Qian Wanyu dragged her aside, treated the wound first, bandaged it, and then looked at Little Fatty, "Can you control your own spiritual power?"

"Ah." Little Fatty ah-ed for a long time but couldn't explain, its little chubby head shaking like a rattle drum.

"I'll teach you."

Qian Wanyu set up a formation in the entire room. If someone broke into the inn, they could see the situation outside clearly, but those people wouldn't know of their existence.

Dongfang Minghui stood by, watching Seventh sister teach Little Fatty to cultivate. Before they could check the results, the door of the room was kicked open.

"Seventh sister, are they here for the Eye of Truth?"

"Mhm."

Qian Wanyu watched several groups of people rummaging through the room, not even sparing the bed that Little Fatty had burned through. The two just sat quietly in the formation, watching them curse while searching to see if the Eye of Truth was there, and after searching, they left cursing.

"How did they know the Eye of Truth was in our hands?" Dongfang Minghui found it very strange, especially since she couldn't even confirm if the Eye of Truth was in that box. The box hadn't even warmed up in Seventh sister's hands before people knew about it…

This speed was indeed too fast.

"Could there be a spy around Nangong Yuntian?"

"Perhaps."

Qian Wanyu was merely speculating, but the crux of the problem still lay with the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth. As she thought about it, the beautiful iron box appeared in front of them, "Opening this iron box might reveal why they want this thing."

"But opening it will take some time. Why didn't Nangong Yuntian give you the key?" Dongfang Minghui complained. The lock was extremely difficult to open. A wrong move, and the Eye of Truth inside would be completely ruined.

"The key is with mother."

It was supposed to be a simple matter, but Qian Wanyu decided not to compromise until her mother had thought it through, "Ninth Sister, guard me while I unlock this. Do not disturb me, remember."

Dongfang Minghui nodded repeatedly. After Qian Wanyu immersed herself in studying the formation inside the box, several groups of people entered their room.

"Didn't the innkeeper say he saw those two girls enter this inn? And that red little monster."

"How did they suddenly disappear?"

As Dongfang Minghui listened to them talking about Little Fatty, the sitting Little Fatty suddenly opened his eyes, "Ah ah."

"Shh—"

"Ah—"

Little Fatty's voice was a bit loud, the cries somewhat noisy. Dongfang Minghui hurriedly covered Little Fatty's mouth, "Shh, don't make noise, Little Fatty. Remember them, we'll take our revenge slowly."

Little Fatty's spirited big eyes blinked and looked at the three people outside the formation, as if remembering Dongfang Minghui's words.

"Eh, Little Fatty, your temperature is normal now."

"Ah."

The three people searched around but didn't leave immediately. Instead, they discussed in front of them, "Did the innkeeper downstairs lie, or can they turn invisible?"

"There's no invisibility, but a formation can conceal their presence. There might be a small formation in this room that we don't know about." The man casually strolled in front of Dongfang Minghui, even squatting down to look directly at them, "Go find a formation master. I don't believe they can disappear right under our noses."

Hearing they were going to find a formation master, Dongfang Minghui became somewhat flustered.

"What should we do?" She glanced at Seventh Sister and found her completely unresponsive to the outside world, fully focused on opening the iron box, "We can't let them disturb Seventh Sister."

"Ah." Little Fatty clung to Dongfang Minghui like an octopus, pointing at the people outside and then patting her.

"Little Fatty is looking for trouble," Little Colour said, puffing up in anger.

"Ah."

"You want to go out and teach them a lesson?"

Little Fatty nodded eagerly, looking at Dongfang Minghui with big, hopeful eyes.

There were originally three people in the room, but with one out searching for a formation master, they should be easy to deal with. Dongfang Minghui thought it over and said, "Little Fatty, be careful. If you can't beat them, leave the inn first. Don't let them catch you."

Little Fatty said "Ah," as if saying leave it to me.

The two were busy looking around, squatting down to search for something like formation stones, and before they could react, they were suddenly knocked out of the inn by something. Then, they rolled down from the upstairs, with a fiery red little footprint on their buttocks.

"You're that little monster!"

"Ah." Your whole family are little monsters!

Woow Little Fatty's strong!