Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Chapter 187: Innate Spirit Root, Third Stage!

The flames dispersed, and the illusion barrier retreated.

The scene that entered the eyes of everyone on the mountain corridor remained the two people standing opposed within the cage...

In the end, who won and who lost?

All around, it seemed to become quiet. The people sitting in the corridor were more nervous than the two inside the cage, even slightly leaving the comfort of their chair backs.

Outside the cage, the others who couldn’t see what was happening inside were all gathered in front of the mystic iron gate.

Everyone tacitly maintained silence, holding their breath, waiting for the moment the mystic iron gate would open.

"The curved saber slipped, the black gun shattered. In the end, who won and who lost?" In the silence, the Family Head of the Hua Family asked in confusion. Her voice was very low, yet remarkably clear, entering everyone’s ears.

Who won? Naturally, it was Mu Qingge!

A hint of pride rose in Jiang Li’s eyes, her trust in Mu Qingge could be said to be without reason.

Even if Shen Bicheng was exceptionally gifted, creating combat skills at the age of twenty-something, he was definitely not a match for Mu Qingge!

Inside the cage, Mu Qingge and Shen Bicheng stood opposed.

The mountain wind poured in from above, causing their garments to flutter.

"I lost." Accompanied by the mountain wind, Shen Bicheng spoke faintly.

In his tone, there was no disappointment, no discouragement, nor any reluctance. There was only a calm statement of fact.

Mu Qingge did not speak, in fact, anything she said at this moment would seem inappropriate.

Comfort him?

Shen Bicheng clearly did not need it.

Gloat?

She did not have such a twisted sense of humor.

She and Shen Bicheng weren’t enemies, merely opponents in the same competition. Victory and defeat were normal, there’s nothing much to say.

In Mu Qingge’s silence, Shen Bicheng spoke again, "I will seek you out again, next time, I won’t lose."

His hands, rubbed raw by the Shadow Gun, revealed no sign of pain. After saying this, he strode toward his Azure Dragon Roaring Moon Saber.

Standing before the Azure Dragon Roaring Moon Saber, he raised his bloody hands, firmly grasped the hilt, and drew it from the ground. Then, he strode past Mu Qingge, heading for the mystic iron gate.

This kind of calm demeanor made Mu Qingge’s eyes fill with a bit of appreciation.

With a faint smile, she gently flicked the slightly disheveled collar of her robe, and also turned towards the mystic iron gate.

The crowd outside, who had been eagerly waiting, finally witnessed the mystic iron gate slowly being pulled open.

The first to walk out was Shen Bicheng.

"It’s the third young master of the Shen Family!"

"If Shen the Madman came out first, could it be that he won?"

"That’s almost certainly the case, didn’t you see that he wasn’t injured at all?"

"To come out unscathed after two days and nights, besides the third young master Shen, who else could it be?"

"Hehe, I bet that little lord from the third-class country is now lying in the cage, barely hanging on after being beaten by the third young master Shen."

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean, not necessarily? Now that the third young master Shen has come out first, he must have won!"

As Shen Bicheng appeared, various speculations arose.

Zhao Nanxing and Feng Yufei exchanged a glance, though they didn’t quite believe these speculations, they couldn’t help but worry about the yet unseen Mu Qingge.

Among these speculations, Mu Qingge’s presence emerged after Shen Bicheng.

Her eye-catching scarlet clothes, radiant as the sunset, immediately drew the attention of the crowd outside the cage.

"Eh? That little lord Mu came out too? Judging by his appearance, he doesn’t seem to be injured either!"

"Since neither shows any sign, who won and who lost?"

"I think it’s the third young master Shen."

Someone asserted confidently.

There were also many filled with doubt.

These speculations fell into Mu Qingge’s ears, but she paid them no mind, smiling with indifference.

She had thoroughly enjoyed the fight. Acknowledging Shen Bicheng as an opponent, why should she explain to others who won and who lost?

Seeing Mu Qingge appear, Zhao Nanxing and Feng Yufei both brightened, setting aside their worries.

Standing outside the mystic iron gate, Shen Bicheng’s honest eyes calmly surveyed the surroundings.

Under his gaze, the disorderly discussions quieted.

"I lost!"

This was the second time Shen Bicheng uttered this phrase.

The first time, he acknowledged to Mu Qingge. The second time, he acknowledged to everyone.

"What?! Shen the Madman actually lost? Is there a mistake?"

"What a joke! Shen the Madman has been dominating Tiandu for many years, undefeated among his peers, the acknowledged strongest of Linchuan’s younger generation, and now admits defeat himself?"

"This can’t be! Unless his opponent used some underhanded trick?"

"Underhanded trick? Would our little lord use such despicable means?" Feng Yufei couldn’t help but retort.

Zhao Nanxing also immediately stated proudly, "Indeed. If the victory weren’t honorable, would Shen Bicheng admit defeat? Do you all take him for a fool?"

This veiled threat effectively quashed the skeptical voices.

Revealing the outcome of the duel, Shen Bicheng didn’t bother with the crowd, nor the other members of the four families, and left the valley in large strides.

Once Shen Bicheng left, everyone’s focus turned to Mu Qingge.

Few had witnessed Mu Qingge and Shen Bicheng’s initial battle in the Holy Yuan Empire Palace, and even after the stories spread, much diverged from the truth.

Even if they said that battle ended in a draw between Mu Qingge and Shen Bicheng.

However, for the geniuses of first-class and second-class countries, they’d rather see an enduring genius win than witness Mu Qingge, a dark horse rising out of nowhere, victorious.

That mentality was quite twisted, yet there was a rare sense of shared enmity.

"Did he really defeat Shen Bicheng?"

"Though I don’t want to believe it, Shen Bicheng said it himself, could it be false?"

"Heavens! What kind of monster came from the third-class country? With him around, the rest of us are just left in the shadows."

"Is luck turning for the third-class country? Maybe I should find time to visit that place."

"Invite me along when you go, I’m curious about the feng shui of the third-class country too."

Zhao Nanxing and Feng Yufei approached Mu Qingge, and before they could ask, Mu Qingge said, "Is the match over?"

She was, naturally, referring to the entire second phase.

Zhao Nanxing nodded, "It’s already over. The results will be announced in three days before the start of the third phase."

"In that case, let’s go." Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly.

Her decision was one Zhao Nanxing and Feng Yufei had no reason to oppose.

Without greeting the people on the corridor, Mu Qingge directly led her people back to the post house.

After she left, the spectators on the corridor also planned to disperse.

The news obtained today had an impact on each of their families.

Especially for Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie.

Shen Bicheng had long been famous among the first-class and second-class countries, and they were familiar with him. However, to their surprise, he, being so young, could create his own combat skills, which were not weak.

This alone was enough to make them take notice.

However, even after Shen Bicheng revealed all his trump cards, he still lost to Mu Qingge.

This made them reevaluate Mu Qingge’s battle strength.

The two exchanged a glance in secret, with clear vigilance in their eyes.

As they were about to leave, Jiang Li’s gaze fell upon them. At this time, the female official she had sent to gather information returned and reported to her ear.

However, the information found made Jiang Li very dissatisfied.

"Nothing can be found?" Jiang Li frowned, her voice gaining a few degrees of coldness.

The female official bowed her head, saying anxiously, "Yes, Your Majesty. I have sent out all our Ancient Witch Country’s spies in Tiandu, but they returned with nothing."

Jiang Li’s eyes narrowed slightly, the glimmer from them growing colder. "Keep investigating. The more we can’t find, the more suspicious they are. Keep a close watch on them and report any movement to me immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The female official bowed her head and withdrew.

Jiang Li stood up. With the match over and Mu Qingge gone, she naturally had no reason to stay.

Moreover, the report just now left her in quite a foul mood.

Not being able to find anything magnified the vague unease in her heart. That unaccountable sense of danger seemed to warn her.

Jiang Li raised her hand, gently covering the spot over her heart.

Inside, the heart beating had bloodlines of different races, with the divine beast’s premonition for crisis always being sharper than that of humans.

This fact, Jiang Li had known since childhood. So, if her heart told her danger was approaching, she had to follow her intuition and investigate thoroughly.

"Empress Jiang." Suddenly, Huangfu Huan approached Jiang Li.

Jiang Li calmly lowered her hand, looking up at the noble man walking toward her.

Given Huangfu Huan’s status, it’s not excessive to say that he’s the most esteemed man among the younger generation of Linchuan. If it were a different time and encounter, Jiang Li might greet him with a smile.

But now, with her worries unresolved, where would she find the heart to discuss love with Huangfu Huan?

"Empress Jiang, the second stage of the competition has concluded. There will be a three-day rest now, may I ask what the Empress plans to do during these three days?" Huangfu Huan proactively extended an invitation.

It seemed, since his confession, his actions and words had become bolder and more straightforward.

Jiang Li curled her lips into a cold smile, "Apologies, Crown Prince. My dear Qingge has just stepped out of her cage, and I need to stay by her side during these three days, not wanting to go anywhere."

"In that case..." Huangfu Huan was not surprised by Jiang Li’s words. He wasn’t angry either, maintaining his smile as he said to Jiang Li, "Then, Huan shall not disturb. When Your Majesty is free, Huan will invite Your Majesty again."

After speaking, he turned and walked away without any hesitation.

This frankness was somewhat admirable.

Watching Huangfu Huan leave, Jiang Li also left the competition valley. She didn’t return to her own post house, but instead headed toward the post house where the third-class country resided.

...

Upon returning to the post house, Mu Qingge didn’t speak much to Zhao Nanxing and Feng Yufei and immediately went into her room.

Closing the door, Mu Qingge vanished on turning around, entering the space.

In the space, everything seemed no different than usual. Yuanyuan was still playing outside among the reeds on the grass. Yin Chen was quietly cultivating.

The only thing missing was Mengmeng’s figure.

"Boss Mommy!" Seeing Mu Qingge appear, Yuanyuan immediately pranced over to her joyfully.

The little dumpling dove into her arms, with Mu Qingge quickly extending her arms to catch him.

Having eaten the Eight Desolations Void Flame, Yuanyuan now looked like a three or four-year-old child. His sudden leap still made Mu Qingge’s arms sink.

"Boss Mommy, Yuanyuan missed you. Why did you take so long to come?" Leaning against Mu Qingge’s chest, Yuanyuan nuzzled her clothes affectionately, the scent from Mu Qingge making him comfortably close his eyes.

Mu Qingge actually didn’t have much experience with children.

Interacting with children was even rarer for her.

Even though Yuanyuan is not an ordinary child, he is an Abnormal Fire. The Mixed Element Heavenly Extreme Flame, ranked first on the Linchuan Realm’s list of Abnormal Fires.

But now, he looked just like a little brat, and a rather precocious one.

Feeling Yuanyuan rubbing against her chest, despite having an Illusionary Artifact on, still made Mu Qingge’s face flush. She grabbed Yuanyuan by the collar and unceremoniously tossed him away, deliberately asking with a stern face, "Where’s Mengmeng?"

Yuanyuan pouted, getting up from the ground and rubbing his plump behind, "She knew Boss Mommy was coming and hid away."

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched slightly. She headed towards the Thunder Pool, leaving behind a sentence: "Tell her to meet me at the Thunder Pool, or she’ll bear the consequences."

After her battle with Shen Bicheng, her body was fatigued, making it the best time for Body Refinement, which she would not miss.

Entering the Thunder Pool, Mu Qingge submerged her whole body, letting the Power of thunder and lightning within the pool constantly surge over her, emitting crackling sounds, tempering her skin, flesh, and bones.

Mu Qingge immersed herself in cultivation. When a cycle completed within her body, she opened her eyes, two beams of tangible Power of thunder and lightning shot out from them.

At the corner of the Thunder Pool’s bank, Mengmeng crouched, holding a small stick, poking the ground incessantly.

"Mengmeng." Mu Qingge called out upon seeing her.

Suddenly hearing Mu Qingge’s voice, Mengmeng was so startled that she dropped the stick in her hand, hurriedly standing and hiding her hands behind her back.

Her behavior made Mu Qingge raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "What are you nervous about?"

"No, nothing!" Mengmeng’s eyes darted around, not daring to look towards Mu Qingge.

Her guilty demeanor made Mu Qingge’s heart sneer. She collected her expression, asking in a deep voice, "I ask you, when I was fighting with Shen Bicheng, what did you mean by saying innate fire spirit root?" If she remembered correctly, when she first arrived in the otherworld, using her Thunder Ability, Si Mo also saw it and exclaimed about a Thunder Spirit Root.

"Ah! I didn’t say anything, maybe Master heard wrong? Baby didn’t say anything." Mengmeng shook her head vigorously.

"Really didn’t?" Mu Qingge’s eyes dangerously narrowed. "Fine, then I will also stop supplying you Elixirs."

"No—!" Mengmeng let out a piercing cry.

Although, consuming Elixirs doesn’t improve her strength, once addicted to something, it sticks like a barnacle, impossible to shake off or give up. Losing them feels like a life-ending catastrophe.

With a mournful face, lips pouted, Mengmeng exclaimed, "Master’s so mean! Always threatening such a lovable baby like Mengmeng!"

Mu Qingge raised a hand, a thin snake-like arc of electricity flowing through her fingers and landing at Mengmeng’s feet, creating a small crater. Mengmeng jumped back in fright to avoid the danger.

She looked at Mu Qingge with a face full of terror.

Yet Mu Qingge remained indifferent, stating, "Many things you always refuse to tell because you feel my cultivation isn’t enough. But understand one thing, I am your master, you must follow my orders. What benefits or harms me, the judgment is mine to make, not yours."

"Master..." Mengmeng gazed at Mu Qingge blankly.

This side of Mu Qingge, she had never encountered before.

Mu Qingge slowly stood up from the Thunder Pool, walked to the bank, looking down at Mengmeng: "Now, I ask you, what is the innate fire spirit root."

A shadow cast over her face. The expression between her brows was as icy cold as frost.

Mengmeng stood frozen, looking up at Mu Qingge.

She always thought Mu Qingge was merely growing, even though she was not considered weak now, she was still a little shrimp. Yet at this moment, she felt Mu Qingge’s incomparably powerful heart.

’Perhaps, Master’s power isn’t enough. But her heart is unmatchedly strong!’ Mengmeng said in her heart.

"Innate fire spirit root is considered a person’s fortune. This fortune dictates the heights they can reach in the future." Mengmeng finally spoke up.

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