As Feng Qishi waited for Zhao Mei'er to leave completely, he spoke with his mind, "Mu Shazi, what's wrong with you?" He sensed that Mu Anxiao was injured and became anxious.
The forbidden forest.
Mu Anxiao remained seated cross-legged, eyes closed, and said with her mind, "What else can be wrong? I'm injured. Teach me that healing spell. This pain is really slowing me down."
"How did you get injured?" Feng Qishi asked, surprised.
Mu Anxiao replied, "Betrayed by villains. Do you believe me?"
"Ouyang Ye." Feng Qishi clenched his fists.
Mu Anxiao heard the indignant tone in Feng Qishi's voice through their mental connection and chuckled, "No, it was a woman, a woman who... doesn't believe in me. Anyway, it's a long story. Teach me quickly, or else," she worried Feng Qishi would continue to prattle, so she made her tone more serious, "I'll be devoured by an evil spirit."
"Ah? Where's Ouyang Ye?" Feng Qishi frowned, his lips parting slightly, but he was actually communicating with Mu Anxiao mentally.
"Him, I don't know. In short, you have to save me."
"I will definitely save you, but," Feng Qishi picked up his teacup, then put it down, continuing, "How do I teach you this?"
"Teach me... just tell me the secret." Mu Anxiao overestimated herself.
Feng Qishi's healing technique had taken him a long time to learn, and it required face-to-face instruction. Of course, he could tell Mu Anxiao, but with her inherent mischievous nature, what if she practiced the healing technique as a demonic art? That would be dangerous.
Thus, he fell silent and began to ponder the problem.
Mu Anxiao waited for a moment, then said impatiently with her mind, "Shen Fengzi, why aren't you talking? I'm telling you, my wound is still bleeding. If you delay my treatment, I won't let you off even as a ghost."
"Wait a moment."
"Wait for what? I can't wait anymore. Tell me quickly, I have other things to do." Mu Anxiao became anxious.
Under normal circumstances, Mu Anxiao was slow and deliberate in her actions. Feng Qishi rarely saw her so hurried. Therefore, hearing her urging him now, he suddenly became more worried about her safety.
"Mu Shazi, wait a moment. I'm thinking of a way." To avoid provoking Mu Anxiao, he spoke with a very gentle tone in his mind.
Conversely, Mu Anxiao was not swayed by Feng Qishi's approach. She became angry, "Shen Fengzi, are you that stingy? I just want you to teach me one..." she said mentally, and at that moment, the wound on her back suddenly tore open with pain again. She gasped and continued, "Hurry up, I'm in so much pain."
"You..."
"Hurry up." Mu Anxiao urged.
Hearing this, Feng Qishi thought for a moment, then quickly stood up. He glanced at the door and said with his mind, "Mu Shazi, tell me your location."
"Don't talk nonsense. It's as if you can find me instantly," Mu Anxiao said, her head drooping in pain.
Immediately, Feng Qishi walked to the door, slid the bolt into place, and said with his mind, "Tell me, I can find you."
"You're poisoned. How can you find me? What a joke." Mu Anxiao gasped again after speaking.
Then, Feng Qishi said again, "Open your eyes."
"What are you doing?" Mu Anxiao didn't understand Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: "Open your eyes, and I'll come find you."
"You..." Mu Anxiao uttered a word and suddenly remembered what Zhang Yan had said: there was a spell that connected one's consciousness to another person, and then, following the person who called for help, one could see their surroundings and arrive.
However, the drawback of that spell was that it consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and it was usually only used by great cultivators. So, hearing Feng Qishi's instructions, she considered Feng Qishi's own condition and refused, "I won't."
"Mu Shazi, this is not the time for your willfulness," Feng Qishi said angrily.
Mu Anxiao: "That spell can only be used by great cultivators, and that spell..."
"It's not like I haven't used it on you before," Feng Qishi interrupted.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao vaguely recalled that Feng Qishi seemed to have... indeed used this spell to save her before.
Therefore, she said, "That still won't do."
"What's wrong now?" Feng Qishi asked helplessly, extremely worried about Mu Anxiao's injuries.
Mu Anxiao: "You're poisoned."
"I lied to you."
"You lied to me. You're definitely poisoned. That poison isn't easily cured. You..." Mu Anxiao trailed off mentally, then suddenly realized and asked, "What did you say?"
Hearing Mu Anxiao's question, Feng Qishi glanced outside the room and said, "Wait a moment." Speaking with his mind, he reached out and gently removed the bolt, then opened the door. Yuan Yan looked at him with a pained expression and said, "I can't hold on." As he spoke, Yuan Yan fell towards him.
Feng Qishi quickly reached out and caught him, then glanced outside again and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Dry, greasy, too disgusting," Yuan Yan said, hurriedly getting up and turning away to start retching.
Feng Qishi looked at Yuan Yan's state with speechless amusement. Then, he peeked into the gloomy environment outside and, recalling Zhao Mei'er's "enthusiasm" towards him, he decided he absolutely had to leave.
Thinking this, he stepped forward, grabbed Yuan Yan by the back of his collar, and said with his mind, "Mu Shazi, open your eyes, or else I'll take all your silver."
"You haven't explained it clearly to me yet," Mu Anxiao said, conflicted.
Feng Qishi frowned and said with his mind, "Your wound is tearing badly, isn't it? If this continues, you'll die. Do you want to talk to me after you're dead?" He knew Mu Anxiao cherished her life and deliberately provoked her.
"You..."
"If you die, I'll take all the silver on your body. Even if you reincarnate, I won't let you rest. I'll make you my subordinate and have you serve me."
"Shen Fengzi, you're getting greedy."
"If you want to hit me, then open your eyes."
At the same time, the moment Mu Anxiao heard Feng Qishi say this, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Then, Feng Qishi's lips curved into a smile. He quickly closed his eyes and, through Mu Anxiao's eyes, saw the evil spirit standing in front of her and asked, "Who is that?"
"An evil spirit." Mu Anxiao knew she couldn't win an argument with Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi smiled, "It looks like that." He spoke the words aloud.
Just then, Yuan Yan thought Feng Qishi was talking to him, so he turned his head to look at Feng Qishi and asked, "What's wrong with me?" He didn't notice Feng Qishi's hand still holding the back of his collar.
Mu Anxiao didn't hear Yuan Yan's voice and took a breath, saying with her mind, "So much nonsense."
Feng Qishi's lips curved into a smile, "Look around."
Following Feng Qishi's instructions, Mu Anxiao, enduring the pain, casually glanced left and right before lowering her head.
Yuan Yan thought Feng Qishi was talking to him, so he hunched his shoulders, unaffected, and looked around before saying, "What's going on?" As he spoke, he turned and saw Zhao Mei'er walking towards them, his eyes widening.