The next morning.
Meng Qingzhou woke up early as usual, ready to make breakfast, but he heard the clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen.
“You’re up, wash your hands and come eat.” Dongfang Liuli, wearing an apron, smiled warmly at Meng Qingzhou as she carried two bowls of plain congee. The dining table in the living room was already filled with breakfast dishes.
Meng Qingzhou, blind and unable to see, was momentarily stunned by the aroma of the steaming dishes and buns on the table.
“Sleep a bit more, why get up so early?” Meng Qingzhou came to his senses and chuckled softly.
Three years ago, on that rainy night, he never imagined that today, a young woman who had just entered the Jianghu pretending to be a wanderer would shed her pride for him, willingly doing laundry and cooking, becoming a housewife.
To marry such a wife, what more could a man ask for?
What nonsense about the path to immortality, sitting alone in a cave for a hundred years, is not as good as a bowl of plain congee in the human world.
The two ate in silence, and after the meal, Meng Qingzhou took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Although they had confirmed their relationship yesterday and torn up the fake marriage agreement, there was still a barrier between them, so they slept in separate rooms and did not take things further.
One was the Empress, whose sword could bring down thousands of lives.
The other was the Space-Time Sword Saint, destined to become an invincible being overlooking all life if he didn’t die young.
They both hesitated, unsure of how to express their feelings, afraid of gaining and losing.
“Qian…” Dongfang Liuli opened her mouth, wanting to ask him about the true cause of Qian Yuan Sword Saint’s death, whether Meng Qingzhou was really a Sage, why he was willing to stay in the Ancient Divine City, and other questions.
After a brief thought, Dongfang Liuli ultimately didn’t ask.
‘If he wants to tell me, he will. If he doesn’t, he has his reasons.’
At the same time, Meng Qingzhou also wanted to know how Dongfang Liuli found out he was in the Ancient Divine City.
The Ancient Divine City was tens of thousands of miles away from the Capital. Even if she knew Meng Qingzhou was here, how did Dongfang Liuli get here?
‘Forget it…’
Meng Qingzhou shook his head. He was actually very clear that Dongfang Liuli had many secrets.
From that hurried departure three years ago, choosing a random blind wanderer as her future husband on a rainy night, it was not hard to see that Dongfang Liuli seemed anything but ordinary.
Which emperor’s female official would live in a village hundreds of miles away from the Capital? And which ordinary woman could sneak into the Ancient Divine City undetected?
Moreover, Meng Qingzhou had been an official in the Capital for over a month but had never heard of a female official with the surname ‘Dongfang.’
‘A disguise full of loopholes, perhaps at the beginning, she didn’t care whether I would suspect her, so she didn’t deliberately hide.’
Meng Qingzhou smiled, discarding his distracting thoughts.
Never doubt sincerity, never suspect kindness—this was a principle Meng Qingzhou always understood.
That afternoon.
A notice personally written by the City Lord was posted in every corner of the Ancient Divine City, roughly describing a sudden outbreak of plague in the city. The City Lord had invited two human doctors, and those infected could go for treatment, with the City Lord’s office covering the fees.
In no time, more than half of the foreign tribes in the Ancient Divine City flocked to the two adjacent clinics, only a few dozen meters apart.
Meng Qingzhou opened the clinic door to find a long line of thousands of foreign tribes of various shapes and sizes, their calls echoing through the air:
“Doctor, please save me.”
“I’m dying, my flesh is rotting, and my divine soul is on the verge of collapse.”
“This plague is terrifying; anyone below the Mountain Moving Realm is almost certain to die. Doctor, what can you do to save us?”
“It hurts, my head is about to explode, my body feels like it’s tearing itself apart…”
The wails were endless. The foreign tribes infected by the calamity of the gods were all in low spirits, their faces pale, suffering inhuman pain.
Meng Qingzhou was stunned, then sighed softly.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, the fate of the weak is always at risk of being trampled, merely because of the calamity of the gods, causing countless lives to hover between life and death.
Isn’t it a kind of sorrow?
“Don’t worry, line up and come in one by one.”
For the entire day, Meng Qingzhou sat at the desk, treating patients one by one.
After the incident with Qian Yuan Sword Saint, he became cautious, pretending to use traditional Chinese medicine techniques to diagnose and treat patients, but during this process, he carefully examined the source of the calamity of the gods within the patients and slowly removed it.
Although this method was time-consuming and laborious, it left almost no trace of the Sword Sense of Time and Space.
The calamity of the gods was essentially a plague of the gods, a culmination of countless disasters. Patients might experience headaches and fevers, realm drops, flesh rotting, divine souls on the verge of shattering—any symptom was possible.
Fortunately, the Sword Sense of Time and Space was almost omnipotent. Using the Dao of Space, he transferred the plague source out of the patients’ bodies, then sent it into a historical cycle using the Dao of Time.
After all, the calamity of the gods couldn’t be eradicated; it could only self-destruct over time.
“My symptoms are easing, my divine soul is slowly gathering… this is unbelievable!”
“A divine doctor, our savior!”
“Thank you, Doctor Meng, for your great kindness. If you ever need anything, just command us, and we will repay you with our lives!”
“There are good people among humans too. Doctor Meng is different from those treacherous and deceitful humans.”
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In no time, a group of foreign tribes knelt outside the clinic, kowtowing fervently.
This scene left Dongfang Liuli, who was watching from the side, utterly stunned.
To the foreign tribes, humans were natural enemies, a deeply ingrained genetic hatred that could never be reconciled.
A group of foreign tribes kneeling to a human was an incredibly shocking sight.
Dongfang Liuli looked at Meng Qingzhou, who sat at the desk with a gentle smile, soothing the patients and brewing medicine for them from sunrise to sunset, never showing any signs of fatigue or impatience.
This was completely contrary to the character of Salted Fish Meng…
“Compassion…” Dongfang Liuli muttered to herself, finding it increasingly difficult to understand the man before her. “You really are becoming more like a Sage.”
At the same time.
In another clinic just a few dozen meters away from Meng’s clinic.
“Hey, Gou, why do we have to wrap ourselves up so tightly? It’s not like we can’t be seen.” Wang Teng complained, his face covered with a black cloth, wearing a hat, only his eyes exposed.
Zhao Gou was even more exaggerated, wearing a mesh hood that covered his eyes, looking like a bank robber.
“Shut up, do you know who lives next door?” Zhao Gou whispered angrily.
“Who?” Wang Teng asked curiously.
Zhao Gou gritted his teeth and said, “The Empress of Great Jin and the Empress’ Husband, Meng Qingzhou! The doctor mentioned in the City Lord’s notice is Meng Qingzhou!”
Upon hearing this, Wang Teng’s face changed slightly, and he couldn’t help but exclaim:
“How is that possible? Why would the Empress and her husband come all the way to the Divine City? Are they here to arrest us?”
At this moment, Wang Teng fell into deep self-doubt.
His reverse luck seemed to stop working ever since he met Meng Qingzhou.
“I don’t know, but I do know that we seem to be in for a beating.” Zhao Gou said in a low voice.
Wang Teng looked up, his face bitter: “Damn it! Didn’t you say you knew medicine, that you were the true heir of the legendary Sage Doctor?”
Zhao Gou was on the verge of collapse: “I don’t know, I’ve tried everything, but this plague seems impossible to kill or eradicate. The more I treat it, the worse it gets, and the stronger the backlash.”
Outside Zhao’s clinic.
Thousands of foreign tribes treated by Zhao Gou were writhing in pain on the ground. What started as mere headaches and fevers had turned into skin ulcers, proliferating eyeballs, and eye sockets filled with dozens of eyes.
Some foreign tribes, on the brink of death, died on the spot.
Some began to question and angrily shouted:
“Damned quack doctor, are you a human spy sent to eliminate us?”
“Why waste words, look at their sneaky disguises, they’re clearly up to no good. Let’s beat them up!”
“The City Lord forbids killing doctors, but didn’t say we can’t cripple them. I’m going to break their third leg!”
A group of enraged foreign tribes was about to act but found their bodies weak and powerless, their spiritual power dissipating as soon as it gathered.
The more severe cases collapsed immediately upon trying to use their spiritual power, their breaths ceasing…
One soul tribe foreigner, whose body was formless and intangible, suddenly grew flesh!
A giant from the Vajra tribe turned into a muscular young girl!
In an instant, thousands of foreign tribes fell to the ground, either dead or crippled…
“What terrifying means, these scoundrels are human spies! There’s poison in the medicine!”
“Ugh… Mom was right, humans are inherently treacherous, we couldn’t escape after all…”
“Where’s my big muscles?! Damn it, you turned me into a girl!”
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…
Zhao Gou stared numbly at the hellish scene before him, exchanging a wooden look with Wang Teng.
“Let’s run. Forget about pleasing the City Lord; he probably wants to kill us now.” Wang Teng sighed.
Zhao Gou shook his head blankly, looking up at the sky.
More than a dozen high-ranking officials of the Divine City, all in the mid to late Moon Shine Realm, glared with fury, one of them waving a large hand: “Capture these two human traitors!”
Meanwhile, at Meng’s clinic.
As the sunset approached, Meng Qingzhou announced that they would rest for the day and continue treating patients tomorrow.
All the foreign tribes left satisfied and grateful.
“According to the original plot, Zhao Gou discovered the plague in the city and reported it to his father, Zhao Yuhuan. The King of Shu, knowing many secrets, realized it wasn’t simple and told him not to get involved. Then Zhao Yuhuan invited a formation master to isolate the City Lord’s mansion, thus alleviating the spread of the calamity of the gods and gaining a bit of favor from Qiong.”
“Now that Zhao Yuhuan is dead and Zhao Gou’s fate is unknown, the responsibility of saving the Ancient Divine City has fallen on me.”
Meng Qingzhou sighed deeply.
At dinner.
Dongfang Liuli was very silent, then suddenly spoke:
“Qingzhou, how long do you plan to stay here?”
Meng Qingzhou was taken aback, then remembered that Dongfang Liuli had left home in a hurry to find him and couldn’t stay away for too long.
Although he didn’t know what Dongfang Liuli was doing, it must be very important.
“Well, let’s wait until I completely cure the infected residents in the city, then we’ll go back to Great Jin together.” Meng Qingzhou said.
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Liuli hesitated.
She wanted to say that she didn’t mean that. She wanted to hear him say that he hoped to stay with her in this place without the shackles of the dynasty, without acquaintances, without the Empress and her husband, and live a bit longer in this paradise.
Unknowingly, the Empress, who always prioritized her career, had been subtly changed by Meng Qingzhou, learning to enjoy life and slow down to experience its pleasures.
“Okay.” Dongfang Liuli forced a smile.
‘A warm life is like a dream, we must eventually return to reality.’
Dongfang Liuli thought, poking her rice with her chopsticks, muttering to herself: “Stupid salted fish, bad salted fish, smelly salted fish, wooden-headed salted fish, blockhead salted fish…”
Meng Qingzhou was bewildered, scratching his nose, not knowing what to say.
Both with their own thoughts, they returned to their respective rooms.
That night, as Meng Qingzhou fell asleep, a system notification suddenly sounded in his ear:
[Ding! Successfully suppressed the Mandate of Heaven protagonist Zhao Gou!]
[Mandate of Heaven protagonist Zhao Gou: Luck Value 1700, stripped of 1200, remaining 500 Luck Value, rewards being calculated…]
[Reward 1: Emperor Grade Realm-Breaking Pill, can break through to the next realm regardless of any barriers!]
[Reward 2: Emperor Grade True Phoenix Physique, increases cultivation speed by 300%, combat power by 300%, with a chance to dream of ancient times and comprehend the True Phoenix inheritance of ancient gods! (Transferable)]
Meng Qingzhou’s breathing became heavy, waves of shock surging in his heart.
The system rewards, though delayed, had finally arrived. He wasn’t surprised by the rewards, as he had contributed to Zhao Yuhuan’s downfall in the final battle.
But he didn’t expect the rewards to be so generous! Two Emperor Grade rewards!!
“The Emperor Grade Realm-Breaking Pill can be saved for breaking through to the Heaven Supporting Realm in the future. As for the Emperor Grade True Phoenix Physique, it’s useless to me. I already have the Heavenly Fortune Body, which is also Emperor Grade, but the True Phoenix Physique can be passed on to someone else…”
Meng Qingzhou closed his eyes in thought, hesitating over whom to pass the True Phoenix Physique to.
Dongfang Liuli appeared to be a mortal with no cultivation, so even with the True Phoenix Physique, it wouldn’t be very useful.
“If she really is a mortal, her lifespan is at most a hundred years, and she will eventually turn to dust…”
The next moment, Meng Qingzhou made up his mind.
“If she doesn’t know how to cultivate, I’ll teach her. With the Emperor Grade True Phoenix Physique, Dongfang Liuli’s future achievements might not be lower than the Empress.”
“Perhaps, I will create a second Empress…”
With this thought, Meng Qingzhou no longer hesitated, planning to secretly pass on the Emperor Grade True Phoenix Physique to her and then teach her to cultivate.
Meng Qingzhou’s breathing gradually steadied as he slowly fell asleep. Although cultivators didn’t need sleep, Meng Qingzhou had always maintained the good habit of going to bed early and waking up early.
At this moment.
Meng Qingzhou’s door was pushed open a crack, and a pair of cold, red eyes peeked inside. Then the door was fully opened, and a beautiful figure in a gauzy nightgown tiptoed into Meng Qingzhou’s bed.
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