Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Chapter 115: Master Mo, Get Lost!

"Why could that Shui Ling see through my disguise in an instant and discern my gender?" Mu Qingge gazed icily at the man opposite her.

This conceited guy had once boasted that with the forbidden techniques he imbued in the Illusionary Artifact, no one could see through her disguise unless their cultivation surpassed his, right?

In the courtyard, Si Mo’s white robe was spotless, fluttering in the breeze with an air of elegance and otherworldliness. Faced with Mu Qingge’s questioning, he didn’t show much expression, only a faint smile on his lips as he said, "I didn’t expect to find a bloodline endowed with spiritual eyes here in Linchuan."

"What did you say?" Mu Qingge was shocked.

Was Si Mo implying that Shui Ling also possessed a unique bloodline?

Wasn’t it said that there were no people with special bloodlines in Linchuan?

The case of that anomaly Han Caicai was an exception because he was exiled here, right?

But what about Shui Ling? What’s going on?

The clear eyes revealing unguarded true emotions gratified Si Mo.

To him, Mu Qingge had no need to conceal herself in front of him at all.

He naturally reached out and held the delicate hand. Mu Qingge, immersed in thoughts about the bloodline issue of Shui Ling, did not notice the man’s ’bold act.’

"Indeed, those rooted and proliferated in Linchuan do not have inherited bloodlines. Yet, there’s a situation similar to the Mu Family in the Wanxiang Building, being those abandoned by their families." Si Mo explained with a slight smile.

Mu Qingge listened intently, her brows furrowing slightly.

Si Mo’s heart tugged, reaching out to smooth the crease on her brow, earning himself a fierce glare from Mu Qingge.

He chuckled inwardly and withdrew his hand.

Mu Qingge also forcefully withdrew the hand held by him, asked, "Are you saying that Shui Ling also came from the Middle Ancient Realm?"

She hadn’t forgotten that Si Mo had said that there was a world larger and more powerful than Linchuan, known as the Middle Ancient Realm.

"Not necessarily her," Si Mo replied.

Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, lightly pressing her lips, waiting for his explanation.

With a deep, magnetic voice, Si Mo slowly said, "Perhaps, her ancestors came from the Middle Ancient Realm and stayed in the Linchuan Realm. I can sense that the spiritual eye bloodline within her has a kind of atavism."

"Atavism?" Mu Qingge whispered softly.

She could understand what it meant. Si Mo’s words suggested that Shui Ling’s abilities came from her unique bloodline, which may have lain dormant within her family for generations without an heir. Yet in her generation, it inexplicably became innately activated, granting her the ability to see through all disguises.

"Why are you so certain?" Mu Qingge looked at Si Mo with a tinge of inquisitiveness in her eyes.

Si Mo’s lips curved slightly, his tone calm as he said, "Because, in today’s Middle Ancient Realm, the lineage of spiritual eyes has long vanished."

Mu Qingge’s eyes narrowed; this answer stunned her.

It also made Si Mo’s words seem closer to reality.

"Enough about the lineage of spiritual eyes, it’s better for you to think about how to teach a lesson to those who dare to plot against you." Si Mo cared little about Shui Ling; instead, his concern lay heavily on those who used Fu Tianlong to scheme against Mu Qingge.

Even though Mu Qingge wasn’t harmed and had uncovered the treachery, he couldn’t tolerate anyone daring to treat the one he cherished so recklessly.

If he hadn’t feared that Mu Qingge would be displeased, he would have long dispatched Gu Ye to wipe out that person’s entire family.

"Why bother about him?" Mu Qingge said indifferently.

The enmity between her and Feng Yugui dated back to Tu City. No, it was more accurate to say it began once it was discovered in Huan City that he was the pillar supporting Zhu.

If he didn’t make a move today, he’d likely seize the chance to do so tomorrow.

"When did little Ge’er become so magnanimous?" Si Mo’s amber eyes flickered with a deep, dangerous light.

"Magnanimous?" Mu Qingge sneered, "Hmph, such a person isn’t even worth me caring about."

This statement made the danger in Si Mo’s eyes instantly fade. The depth in his gaze softened as if turned into a gentle spring breeze. "Just an ant, indeed, not worthy of little Ge’er’s concern."

Mu Qingge couldn’t be bothered to respond, only furrowing her brow in silence.

Seeing her distressed expression, Si Mo couldn’t help but ask, "What is troubling little Ge’er?"

Mu Qingge did not hide, merely saying, "Although Shui Ling has not proclaimed my disguise, I still feel as if I have given her leverage."

"Then I’ll help Little Ge’er kill her." Si Mo said casually.

The tone made it sound as if killing someone was as easy as cutting vegetables.

Mu Qingge glared at him and warned, "Don’t you dare do that!"

"Killing her would solve everything, wouldn’t it? Then Little Ge’er wouldn’t have to worry so much." Si Mo said, his voice slightly deep. He really didn’t like the way Mu Qingge put so much energy into others, even if that person was her enemy.

"Killing people over a disagreement, how impressive you are, Holy King!" Mu Qingge sneered sarcastically.

Seeing Mu Qingge seem angry, Si Mo immediately reined in his cold killing intent and said indulgently, "Fine, if Little Ge’er says not to kill, then we won’t."

Mu Qingge rolled her eyes at him and looked away.

Secretly, she thought: It seems I should find a chance to talk with Shui Ling.

Having decided, the tension between her brows instantly disappeared. However, she still looked at the man beside her with displeasure and asked, "When are you going to get lost?"

"What does ’get lost’ mean? Is it a leash for a dog?" Si Mo looked at her with an innocent expression.

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched. She wanted to bluntly say, ’Get lost means scram! Simply put, when are you going to leave!’

But, thinking of this man’s tendency to kill over a disagreement, she felt stifled and held back.

Under Si Mo’s gaze, she gritted her teeth and subtly said, "I mean, when will you go take care of your business?" Stop wasting time following me!

"Is Little Ge’er disliking my company?" Si Mo immediately appeared extremely aggrieved. As clever as he was, how could he not understand the true meaning hidden in her explanation?

Mu Qingge was speechless.

A mighty man of nine feet acting so innocent and wronged in front of her made her want to back away.

"I can’t be bothered with you." Mu Qingge turned around and entered the small house in the courtyard, leaving Si Mo standing alone outside.

As soon as she left, a shadow appeared behind Si Mo, quick as a gust of wind, leaving no trace of its appearance, as if it materialized out of thin air.

"Holy Master!" Gu Ye knelt on one knee behind Si Mo, bowing respectfully.

Si Mo’s aura changed, his white clothes fluttering like a deity. Instantly, a black mist rose around him, blending with the night, dark and eerie, yet seemingly incredibly powerful.

He was as handsome as a god, yet his aura was as powerful as a demon.

These two opposing qualities appeared in him, yet they could perfectly merge without conflict.

"How are things on Gu Ya’s side?" Si Mo asked indifferently.

The handsome and resolute features bore no more of the gentle tenderness they had while speaking with Mu Qingge.

Yet this Si Mo seemed to be the master Gu Ye was familiar with. He lifted his head, his gaze intense as he answered, "Gu Ya is waiting at Sunset Wilderness under orders for Han Caicai. They’ve sent word that Han Caicai’s people have arrived."

Si Mo nodded imperceptibly, his cold voice saying, "Since they have arrived, have Gu Ya leave. You two investigate the people from the Heavenly Doctor Clan of Ba Country and keep an eye on Han Caicai’s every move."

These two people with special bloodlines appearing around his Little Ge’er, he didn’t know if it was fortune or misfortune; he had to keep a closer eye on them for Little Ge’er.

If anything was amiss, he’d have them ’get lost,’ sparing Little Ge’er any worries.

"Yes, Holy Master." Gu Ye bowed his head in acceptance. Then hesitantly said, "About the Holy Yuan Empire..."

Si Mo responded nonchalantly, "Ignore it."

Gu Ye’s mouth twitched and disappeared silently.

When he reappeared, he was already far from Sangzhi City.

He turned to look at the city’s silhouette dimly lit by the night behind him and said without words, "It seems now in the Holy Master’s heart, nothing compares to the Lady of the Mu Family."

After sending Gu Ye away, Si Mo also headed towards the small courtyard’s house.

However, the door he entered was the same one Mu Qingge had walked through earlier.

"You’re in the wrong room." Mu Qingge, meditating cross-legged on the bed, heard the commotion, glanced at him, then closed her eyes again.

Si Mo seemed unaware, lying down sideways on the bed. "The night is deep and the dew heavy, sharing the room, we can keep each other warm. Little Ge’er, just focus on your cultivation and ignore me."

His shameless words made Mu Qingge’s eyebrows slightly twitch.

She ended her cultivation and opened her eyes to look at the man across from her. In her clear eyes, his tall figure was reflected.

Suddenly, her clear eyes flashed, and she slowly squinted, leaning back lazily, feeling extremely relaxed. She gave a mischievous smile and said to Si Mo, "What? Does the beauty want to offer themselves to warm my bed again?"

"If little Ge’er needs it, I naturally offer myself." Si Mo’s lips, like cherry petals, curled slowly, overflowing with charm.

Mu Qingge’s eyes flickered, her smile deepening with amusement.

She extended her finger and beckoned to Si Mo, "Come over."

These two words, falling on Si Mo’s ears, sounded like heavenly music.

His amber eyes brightened, and he vanished instantly.

When he reappeared, he had already embraced Mu Qingge, both falling onto the wide, soft bed.

"Don’t move, little Ge’er." Si Mo stopped Mu Qingge from trying to speak.

Mu Qingge was stunned but heard the man continue, "Just let me hold you and rest, okay?"

Her lips twitched; Mu Qingge didn’t feel the slightest hint of tender affection in the words but instead gritted her teeth and said, "You treat me like a pillow, huh?"

"What is a pillow?" Si Mo asked in confusion.

Mu Qingge was too lazy to explain, kicking his calf with her foot and snorted, "You promised to warm the bed, so you have to do it."

Si Mo laughed, "With the two of us hugging like this, aren’t we warm enough? Why need to deliberately warm the bed?"

Pshaw!

How can she sleep while being held like this?

Mu Qingge protested, "Get down!"

"No, this is quite nice," Si Mo hugged her tighter.

"Let go!" Mu Qingge warned.

Si Mo innocently said, "It was little Ge’er who invited me first."

These words made Mu Qingge feel like crying without tears. She admitted she had let the wolf into the house, didn’t she? Originally, she wanted to tease the man as before, making him leave awkwardly; how did things turn out like this?

"I regret it, no need for you to warm the bed, leave!" Mu Qingge’s hands firmly pressed against Si Mo’s chest, trying hard to create distance between them.

But no matter how she struggled, the distance between them remained intimate.

Mu Qingge tried to use her spiritual power but found that her spiritual power was operating sluggishly, like falling into a quagmire, completely ineffective.

No need to think about it; she knew it was this man’s trick.

"Get off me!"

"Be good, sleep now, it’s late."

"Get out!"

"Shh, careful not to disturb others."

"..."

The sounds of contention transmitted from inside the house to outside.

In another room, You He and Hua Yue were lying on the same bed, listening to the evocative conversation, palms sweaty.

"You... You He, aren’t we really going in? Will little Lady be in trouble?" Hua Yue asked worriedly in a low voice.

You He was extremely restless as well, yet she smiled bitterly, "If we rush in and see something we shouldn’t, wouldn’t it be worse?"

"But what if little Lady suffers a loss?" Hua Yue’s voice was helpless.

When leaving Qin Country, they promised the old Lord and eldest young lady to take good care of little Lady!

"We have to trust little Lady." You He said firmly, "If Master Mo really harbors ill will, little Lady wouldn’t keep him by our side."

"You’re also right." Hua Yue nodded in agreement. Suddenly, she realized, "Could Master Mo be the husband that little Lady herself chose?"

"Shh~!" You He quickly covered Hua Yue’s mouth, stopping her from speaking further.

After the noises outside the adjacent room gradually quieted, You He spoke softly to Hua Yue, "Such things, if little Lady doesn’t admit, we can’t speak indiscreetly."

Hua Yue nodded vigorously.

Those words slipped out. At this voice, she still felt anxious.

If they were heard by little Lady, causing displeasure, she might not be allowed to continue serving.

With this possibility, Hua Yue, with a sobbing plea, "You He, don’t tell little Lady about this!"

"Don’t worry." You He comforted Hua Yue and then said, "Let’s rest too. After waking up, everything will be fine."

The room of the two girls gradually quieted down.

Outside, the cold moon and sparse stars, the silky clouds gradually hiding their silhouettes.

In a blink, the moon sank, stars fell, and the radiant sun rose, illuminating the earth, making the dewdrops on the grass tips particularly glistening.

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, spilling onto the large bed in the room.

The two people embraced in sleep were enveloped in this warm dawn.

Mu Qingge’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, opening her eyes.

Sleepiness faded from her gaze, seeing the room’s arrangement clearly.

Suddenly feeling a breath beside her, Mu Qingge was startled, turning her gaze.

What she saw was an elegantly handsome face, so close she could see each inch of skin clearly.

She suddenly froze.

Si Mo, in his sleep, carried an innate coolness, as if isolating him from the mortal world. It was entirely unlike her impression; which truly represented him?

Mu Qingge’s eyes carried some confusion, yet she unconsciously used her gaze to meticulously outline Si Mo’s unparalleled features.

’I actually slept in his arms all night!’ Mu Qingge marveled inwardly.

This night, she slept remarkably soundly. Waking up, she felt incredibly energized.

Suddenly, she felt puzzled about her relationship with the man in front of her.

He was originally the bright moon in the night sky, while she was like the rising sun. They were not supposed to have any intersection, yet they met mysteriously.

His interest, curiosity in her, even omniscience, once made her feel repulsed.

Yet she quietly adapted to everything about him, accepting all he had to offer.

He entered her world in a manner distinct from himself, becoming her strongest support, making it many times difficult to tell reality from dream.

However, this sensation was not something Mu Qingge favored.

With a light frown, unconsciously, Mu Qingge’s lips had already tightened.

She never wanted to depend on anyone for survival; she desired to rely on her strength, to dominate the heavens and earth, becoming powerful, standing at the pinnacle of the world.

Now, with Si Mo appearing by her side like a mountain. And one day, she hoped she could also grow to that height, to be by his side when he needs, repaying this kindness.

Become strong! I need to become even stronger! Purple Realm is but the starting point!

Mu Qingge’s gaze gradually became firm.

Like a reef in the deep sea, undeterred by the surging waves.

"Why frown so tightly?" Suddenly, Si Mo opened his eyes, looking at her with smiling depth but no trace of early morning confusion.

Mu Qingge was taken aback, her clear eyes swiftly regaining calm. With a cold voice, she said, "Pretending to sleep is amusing, huh?"

Si Mo chuckled, "I just saw you were watching intently and couldn’t bear to interrupt."

With a cold snort, Mu Qingge rolled out of bed, turned away from the man on the bed, and sorted out her wrinkled clothes.

Si Mo propped himself up, holding a smile, watching the slender and upright back, suddenly saying, "Last night I slept very well, been long since I felt this peace, all thanks to little Ge’er."

Mu Qingge’s hands paused, a flash of realization: ’Turns out I’m not the only one who slept soundly.’

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