"What do you know then?" Mu Anxiao intentionally asked.
Feng Qishi stared at Mu Anxiao for a few seconds before saying, "It seems there's a lot you don't know."
"You saw what happened just now. I'm not welcome here, so after we go back, I'll find you a master, and then..."
"I'll follow you," Feng Qishi interrupted.
Mu Anxiao paused and said, "Following me won't lead to a good outcome. Also, as you know, you are Shen Yan's descendant. If you follow me, I will be burdened with more infamy. For safety's sake, it's better you don't follow me. I'm doing this for your own good," Mu Anxiao said calmly.
Feng Qishi smiled, "Silly Mu, I'm giving you face here. Can you tone it down a bit?"
"If I return the immortal arts to you, I'll become a cripple. What good is there in following a cripple like me?" Mu Anxiao said in a low voice.
Seeing the dejected expression on Mu Anxiao's face, Feng Qishi said, "You don't have to return the immortal arts to me."
"You say it so simply, Feng Qishi," Mu Anxiao said earnestly. "Remember, these immortal arts don't belong to me. They were painstakingly cultivated by your... past life."
"So what?" Feng Qishi said casually.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's relaxed expression and said, "Initially, I thought using someone else's pre-existing immortal arts was my luck. Now I know it's not luck, it's dogshit luck. I've had an abundance of dogshit luck since childhood, but it's never resulted in a good outcome. I've had enough of this feeling of ultimate disappointment," she said. "From now on, I want to work hard. I want to strive like the former Shen Yan, to desperately grasp the immortal arts that belong to me, not what others bestow upon me. Do you understand?"
"...." Feng Qishi was speechless.
Mu Anxiao continued, "To put it bluntly, I've been a cowardly failure from the start. If I had even a little self-control back then, just a little, none of this would be happening now. It's all me, it's all my fault. I don't need any dogshit luck or a pie falling from the sky. What I want is what belongs to me, an identity that is solely mine. Now, I am just an old undead, an old undead with nothing, an old undead possessing someone else's things." With that, she lowered her head.
Feng Qishi quietly watched Mu Anxiao pour out her true feelings, her eyes darkening. "You've kept these words bottled up for a long time, haven't you."
Mu Anxiao remained silent.
Feng Qishi sighed and said nothing.
Immediately after, the door was pushed open, and upon hearing it, Mu Anxiao stood up.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao and said, "Sit down."
Mu Anxiao remained silent, looking towards Feng's Dad, who was walking into the ward and looking at her. She politely nodded.
Feng's Dad looked at Mu Anxiao coldly and said, "You really know how to..."
"You leave first," Feng Qishi interrupted Feng's Dad.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, stepped forward, bypassed Feng's Dad, and left.
Feng Qishi closed her eyes.
"I bought you some food. Eat something."
Feng Qishi made no sound.
Feng's Dad did not get angry either, carrying the bag towards the bedside table.
Outside the ward, Mu Anxiao encountered Feng Feng.
"You're here," Feng Feng said.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Feng, nodded, then bypassed her and walked away with Feng Yan.
Feng Feng's eyes deepened. She looked up at Feng Yan and said, "She's angry."
"There's nothing we can do," Feng Yan said, walking into the ward first.
Mu Anxiao clenched her fists and walked towards the elevator, thinking, I will definitely find a way to take him away. With that thought, she quickened her pace.
Feng Qishi continued to not say a word to anyone in the Feng family. No matter how Feng Feng spoke, he wouldn't reply, just quietly closing his eyes.
In the afternoon, Mother Feng and Feng Sen returned to the ward. Seeing Mother Feng arrive, Father Feng left. Mother Feng came to Feng Qishi's bedside and said, "I've found a few girls for you. They are all older than you and already working. Later, you can just learn a skill and find a job. Come, I'll show you their photos. They'll be visiting you these few days." As she spoke, she opened her phone.
Feng Qishi turned her face away and said, "If you want to find someone, find someone for your son. Don't bother me."
"Your life was given to you by me. You do whatever I tell you to do," Mother Feng said, her expression turning hostile.
Feng Sen glanced at Mother Feng and lowered his head.
Feng Qishi fell silent.
Thus, Mother Feng flipped through photo after photo, forcing Feng Qishi to look. Feng Qishi was thus arranged by Mother Feng in various ways, unable to escape her predicament.
In Hu Yuan's ward, Mu Anxiao stood by the bedside, looking at the Wolf Demon, and said, "Why did you call me?"
"Old undead, how many calls have I made to you? You've finally come," the Wolf Demon said, leaning against the bedding.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the Wolf Demon, who seemed to be looking for trouble, and said, "What does it matter to you where I go?"
"It doesn't matter to me, but speaking of which, you... still have the strength to compete with me?" the Wolf Demon asked.
Mu Anxiao let out a breath, "Whether I have strength or not, we'll find out by competing."
"Alright, come on then."
"Come what?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
"Just hit me directly. See if you can hit me," the Wolf Demon said, pointing to his chest.
"Do you think I'm stupid? This is..." Mu Anxiao realized her voice was a little too loud and deliberately lowered it: "This is Hu Yuan's body. If I hit him, he will be injured, not you."
"You might not even be able to hit me," the Wolf Demon said arrogantly.
"Don't be too confident," Mu Anxiao said coldly.
"That's my line to you. Hurry up," the Wolf Demon pressed.
Mu Anxiao looked at her palm, adjusted her breathing, and then suddenly struck out with her palm towards the Wolf Demon's chest.
Then, just as her palm was about to touch his chest, the Wolf Demon suddenly struck out with his palm, meeting hers. Her eyes widened, and she felt a burning sensation on her palm. Her feet suddenly recoiled uncontrollably a few steps, and she fell backward onto the ground.
The Wolf Demon glanced at his palm, sat up, and said, "I know what happened over there as well."
Mu Anxiao, sitting on the ground, supported herself with one hand and asked, "You know what?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, speaking of which, I'm glad I didn't ask for Feng Qishi's body. Otherwise," the Wolf Demon sneered, "I would have been tortured to death by his mother."
"Where did you hear that?" Mu Anxiao asked.
"You think I really went to the bathroom that morning? Actually, I thought about going to see him. Who would have thought," the Wolf Demon snorted, "I saw his family's true situation. Oh my, it was too terrifying."