Meng Qingzhou’s bedroom resembled an ancient Greek palace from his previous life on Earth. Ninety-nine stone pillars, each a hundred meters tall, supported the domed ceiling. The walls were adorned with carvings of ancient mythological totems, each depicting a grand and magnificent history.
“Are you the Qian Yuan Sword Saint?”
A clear and melodious voice came from above.
Meng Qingzhou sat on a throne as large as a three-story building. His half-closed eyes slowly opened.
“My name is Fang Yuan, not the Space-Time Sword Saint,” Meng Qingzhou replied calmly, though his heart was racing. Just as he suspected, the City Lord had gone to great lengths to lure out the Space-Time Sword Saint.
‘Good thing I’m clever, or I would have fallen for it,’ Meng Qingzhou thought with a cold smile.
They claimed the City Lord was critically ill and in a state of suspended animation, but the strong voice he heard showed no signs of weakness.
Hearing this, Qian Yuan’s eyes narrowed, and his tone turned cold:
“Oh?”
“Was it Meng Qin who recommended you? You have quite the nerve to treat a god’s illness. You’re not lacking in courage.”
Meng Qingzhou replied indifferently, “I was asked to help. I have no personal connection with the City Lord. Helping or not helping is all the same to me. Why must the City Lord be so aggressive?”
Qian Yuan’s golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something. He smiled lightly and said:
“You’re young, but your words are sharp. No wonder you could shake the morale of my guards with just your mouth.”
Clearly, Qian Yuan had heard Meng Qingzhou’s earlier speech on the Path to Heaven.
“But you’re right. The Ancient Divine City has been too peaceful for too long. The foreign tribes have gradually forgotten their national hatred and ancestral shame. It’s time for them to go out and train.”
“I don’t care about these trivial matters. The life and death of low-level foreign tribes are none of my concern. But you, you have some skill.”
“Would you be willing to join the Ancient Divine City and become the steward of the City Lord’s mansion? I can give you wealth, honor, and a carefree life.”
Qian Yuan spoke slowly, his golden eyes never leaving Meng Qingzhou’s avatar.
Meng Qingzhou shook his head decisively, “No.”
“Why?” Qian Yuan asked, puzzled.
“A good man aspires to travel far and wide. Becoming a mere steward would harm my Dao heart,” Meng Qingzhou replied.
What a joke. The Empress of Great Jin had invited him with great ceremony, offering him an official position with a high rank. Calling it a steward was just a fancy way of saying servant.
Qian Yuan didn’t insist. He waved his hand and said, “Then let’s get to the point. Treat my illness.”
“Let me be clear. If you can’t do it, I’ll have Meng Qin find someone else.”
Meng Qingzhou nodded and walked to the front of the throne, looking down at Qian Yuan with an empty, oppressive gaze.
Qian Yuan looked up to meet his eyes.
One second, two seconds… one minute…
Qian Yuan’s face suddenly flushed. She awkwardly adjusted her posture, smoothing her hair with her fingers, and said with a slightly angry voice, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“And who allowed you to come so close? Step back!”
Meng Qingzhou replied indifferently, “I’m sensing the calamity of the gods brewing inside you. Unfortunately, I have one bad news and one good news. Which do you want to hear first?”
Qian Yuan was stunned and casually said, “The bad news. I like to save the best for last.”
Meng Qingzhou nodded seriously and said, “Understood. The good news is that the calamity of the gods won’t spread for now, and the number of infected in the city will gradually decrease.”
Qian Yuan slapped the armrest and shouted, “Hey, are you deaf? I asked for the bad news!”
Meng Qingzhou continued, “Alright, the bad news is that the calamity of the gods has accumulated so much that it’s about to explode inside you.”
Qian Yuan’s eyes widened in anger, but as she heard the latter part, her anger turned to shock, “Explode?”
“Yes!” Meng Qingzhou said earnestly, “But don’t worry, I can help you.”
With that, Meng Qingzhou took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his storage ring, carefully selecting and leaving behind a dozen bottles.
“Look,” Meng Qingzhou pointed to the bottles on the table and introduced them seriously, “Here we have the Essence Refining Gu, Snow Washing Gu, Golden Wind Refreshing Gu, Flesh Regeneration Gu, Self-Reliance Gu, Nine-Turn Vitality Grass, Life-Breathing Gu…”
Qian Yuan’s initially indifferent expression gradually turned serious, her lips turning pale, and her small mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.
These Gu insects ranged from the size of a fingernail to the size of a millstone, all extremely ugly. Some had sharp fangs and eight tentacles, some had black steel hair standing upright, some had human faces on insect bodies, and some emitted a foul odor. They were both ugly and disgusting.
Qian Yuan’s greatest weakness was her fear of insects. Seeing such a variety of strange and grotesque Gu insects, she was so scared that her toes curled, and she squirmed backward on her seat.
“These Gu insects are carefully refined by me and have healing effects. But I’m not sure which one will work on you, so we’ll try them one by one,” Meng Qingzhou said, his expression serious, looking every bit like a conscientious and responsible doctor.
On the surface, Meng Qingzhou was solemn, but inside, he was laughing.
Thanks to the novel’s plot, he knew Qian Yuan’s weakness very well. At her birth, Qian Yuan was a wild beast that hadn’t yet taken human form and had been chased by a spider demon for years.
Childhood shadows still haunted her adulthood.
If he didn’t show her some color, she wouldn’t know how many eyes the King of Hell had. How dare she plot against the Sword Saint.
A cultivator of the Path of Survival values patience and restraint. If you only hide and never seek revenge, you’re just a ninja turtle!
“You… are you sure these things can cure my calamity of the gods?” Qian Yuan’s teeth chattered, her golden vertical pupils trembling.
“Of course! I guarantee it with my life!” Meng Qingzhou said confidently.
Well, of course, they can’t cure it.
But this is just an avatar. I can throw it away anytime, heh heh heh.
“Don’t be afraid. They may look ugly, but they have kind hearts and are especially warm. They have miraculous healing effects,” Meng Qingzhou said, holding a human-faced Gu insect and stepping closer.
Qian Yuan had nowhere to retreat. Her back was against the throne, trembling as she stared at the Gu insect, muttering, “Don’t… don’t come closer.”
“Don’t be afraid. They’re warm and can heal. Don’t waste this chance. Come… give it a try,” Meng Qingzhou couldn’t suppress his laughter anymore.
The mighty City Lord, scared to tears by him, this must be a first in history.
At that moment.
Qian Yuan suddenly stopped trembling, her expression returning to normal. She grabbed the human-faced Gu insect and smashed it to pieces on the ground.
Then, a cold and sorrowful voice echoed…
“Sword Saint Grandfather, you still love to tease people. Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”
Meng Qingzhou’s smile froze, and his heart pounded like a drum.
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