Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Chapter 63: Get Lost or Die!

"Elder Sang, please take these three Treasure Artifacts back." Mu Qingge spoke up.

Her words took the five members of the Sang Family by surprise.

Whether it was the Third Elder, Sang Xuewu and her brother, or Sang Zilan and his, they all held the same thought—

Mu Qingge refused!

The Third Elder’s expression froze momentarily, a hint of surprise in his eyes. These three Treasure Artifacts, while not Divine Artifacts, still held considerable value.

Even though he had scolded Sang Zilan and Sang Ye, he didn’t internally deny what they had said.

Mu Qingge refused without a second thought?

Since when did the weapons forged by the Sang Family become so undervalued?

"Would Young Master Mu reconsider?" the Third Elder asked, unwilling to give up, suppressing the anger within him, and shamelessly asked again.

If this were the past, faced with such a situation, he would have stormed off in rage. However, the current Sang Family lacked that kind of confidence.

"Third Elder, since they’re not interested, why should we insist?" Sang Zilan said discontentedly.

Sang Ye chimed in, "Exactly, Third Elder, why not offer our Sang Family weapons to any other Floating Guest?"

This time, the Third Elder did not stop them and seemed intentional about letting the two young ones express his own dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere in the main tent was somewhat awkward.

Sang Xuewu looked at the Third Elder with some concern and then stole a glance at Mu Qingge.

However, Mu Qingge remained indifferent, seemingly not caring what the people from the Sang Family were saying.

After a while, Mu Qingge slowly said, "Indeed, I do not need the weapons from the Sang Family, but if the Sang Family can provide five hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones, I could take on this task."

She didn’t want artifacts; she wanted Spirit Stones!

Of course, if the Sang Family had offered three Divine Artifacts instead of Treasure Artifacts today, she would have accepted them.

Treasure Artifacts simply held no allure for her.

"What! You want five hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones? Isn’t that a bit too exorbitant?" Before the Third Elder could speak, Sang Zilan’s sharp voice rang out in the tent.

Mu Qingge’s clear gaze swept over her, a teasing arc appearing at the corner of her mouth, "Who is this young lady? Speaking out of turn, one might think she’s the one managing the affairs for the Sang Family."

"Zilan, shut your mouth, this is not your place to speak." The Third Elder immediately spoke up, chastising Sang Zilan.

"But... Elder, he’s gone too far!" Sang Zilan protested discontentedly.

The Third Elder, however, grew angrier, "When did it become your place to comment on my discussions with Young Master Mu? Learn from Xuewu!"

At the mention of Sang Xuewu, a trace of anger flared in Sang Zilan’s eyes, giving Sang Xuewu an angry glare.

This action didn’t escape Mu Qingge’s eyes, causing her gaze to become enigmatic and difficult to decipher.

After reprimanding Sang Zilan, the Third Elder turned to Mu Qingge, "Young Master Mu, aren’t five hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones a bit too expensive? Can’t we negotiate..."

"I’ve changed my mind." Mu Qingge suddenly interrupted the Third Elder.

The Third Elder paused, waiting for Mu Qingge to continue.

With a lazy lift of her hand, Mu Qingge pointed in the direction of Sang Zilan, "With her, seven hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones. Without her, three hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones. Non-negotiable."

Once she finished speaking, silence fell within the main tent.

After digesting the words, the Third Elder looked back at Sang Zilan and then at Mu Qingge.

Sang Zilan was utterly confused, seemingly not yet comprehending the situation.

Meanwhile, Sang Yichen was silently holding back a laugh on the side.

"What did you say!" Sang Zilan finally figured it out, exclaiming in exasperation.

The Third Elder wore a peculiar expression, "Young Master Mu, this..."

"She’s a nuisance." Mu Qingge stated simply but clearly.

The word "nuisance" made Sang Zilan’s features twist, and Sang Ye’s expression turned one of indignance, seemingly unfair on her behalf.

However, the Third Elder understood Mu Qingge’s implication.

In her eyes, Sang Zilan was nothing but a troublemaker. With her present, the difficulty of the task would increase, thus she demanded a higher price. If she was not accompanying them, Mu Qingge was willing to settle for two hundred fewer Intermediate Spirit Stones.

Having grasped the meaning, the Third Elder fell silent, contemplating carefully.

His goal was to create an opportunity for Mu Qingge and Sang Xuewu to spend time together. The talks of bringing young members from the Sang Family for training were merely a façade.

With Sang Zilan’s temperament, there was indeed the possibility she could destroy everything he had carefully planned.

The Third Elder nodded, having made a decision in his heart. "Alright, as Young Master Mu said, taking only Xuewu and Yichen is acceptable."

"Third Elder, why!"

"Yes, Third Elder, that’s too biased!"

Sang Zilan and Sang Ye couldn’t help but cry out.

The Third Elder’s expression darkened as he said to the two, "I think the two of you aren’t sincerely wanting to train, better to stay by my side."

"Third Elder, I refuse to accept this!"

"I refuse as well!"

Sang Zilan and Sang Ye protested vehemently.

"Are you rebelling? When has my decision ever required you to comment? Shut up, all of you! One more word, and you’ll be sent straight back to Fusha City." The Third Elder finally snapped.

The more he observed Sang Zilan and Sang Ye’s antics, the more he believed Mu Qingge’s foresight was right: not taking these two along was necessary!

The flame of his anger directed at them—it’s hard to tell whether it was sparked by Mu Qingge or these two juniors infuriating him.

"Young Master Mu, it’s settled then. When we depart tomorrow, Xuewu and Yichen will bring the three hundred Intermediate Spirit Stones to rendezvous with you." The Third Elder rose and said.

Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen were a little surprised, but a hidden trace of joy flickered in their eyes toward Mu Qingge.

This hidden joy was well-concealed. But it was still caught by Sang Zilan, who glared daggers at Sang Xuewu with eyes full of resentment.

Mu Qingge nodded slightly, instructing Mo Yang, "Send the guests off."

The members of the Sang Family left the Dragon Tooth Camp.

Having concluded a big matter, the Third Elder felt entirely relaxed. Even though the previous conversation had vexed him, the thought of possibly changing the relationship with Dragon Teeth brought him a sense of satisfaction.

"Xuewu, when you follow Dragon Teeth into the Canglan Mountain Range tomorrow, be considerate, don’t cause trouble for them, and don’t let others look down on you." The Third Elder advised Sang Xuewu.

"I will, Third Elder." Sang Xuewu responded softly.

The Third Elder nodded in satisfaction and then turned to Sang Yichen, "This time you’re accompanying your sister, so don’t be mischievous and cause trouble. Learn from the Dragon Teeth folks, they’re not much older than you but are far steadier."

"Understood, Third Elder." If it were anyone else, Sang Yichen would be resentful. However, since it was about his sister, he naturally obeyed.

The three walked ahead, chatting and laughing as they went.

Behind them, Sang Zilan and Sang Ye followed with dark expressions.

The atmosphere was light-hearted, full of chatter and laughter. But behind them, Sang Zilan and Sang Ye walked with gloomy faces, their resentment evident.

"Usually acting as if she’s some kind of Holy Daughter, and now she’s just a problem," noted Sang Ye, equally indignant. "Back to Fusha City as soon as possible once the Third Elder takes her side this time," he said, a hint of malice in his eyes.

This statement made Sang Zilan’s gaze flash with resentment, "When will you ever surpass Sang Xuewu in cultivation?"

Sang Ye responded with a note of resignation, "If you can’t, how could I?"

This comment turned Sang Zilan’s eyes dark and unclear, "When will you ever grow stronger at cultivation than Sang Xuewu?"

Sang Zilan’s words hinted at a sense of betrayal, and shook her head in disappointment, her anger evident. She said, "One day, I will surpass her in cultivation."

In the Dragon Tooth Camp, as soon as everyone left the main tent, Mu Qingge was pulled into Si Mo’s embrace.

The latter looked at her with brooding eyes, that clenched-teeth expression made Mu Qingge incredibly delighted.

"Little Ge’er, after you lit the fire, you ran off. Have you ever considered how I felt?" Si Mo looked at the woman in his arms with annoyance, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Mu Qingge turned around and poked his chest, asking, "Do you realize the power of your lord now?"

That little proud look on her face made Si Mo sigh helplessly, he could only nod along. If he continued to be stubborn, he might not even make it to bed tonight.

"Are you going to enter the mountain with me?" Mu Qingge asked proactively.

"Of course I am." Si Mo answered without thinking.

After the grand hunt is over, he will have to leave. Every moment spent with Mu Qingge is something he cherishes immensely.

"Then come along, but mind your manners. Don’t embarrass me in front of others." Mu Qingge warned sternly. She was really a bit afraid of what this man might do if he went wild, disregarding the situation in public.

Mu Qingge noticed that ever since she had opened his eyes to certain things, his behavior in a certain aspect was nothing short of beastly. He could become aroused anywhere, anytime!

"Is little Ge’er hinting at something?" Si Mo blinked his amber eyes innocently.

Mu Qingge twitched the corner of her mouth and clenched her teeth, "Don’t pretend to be innocent or pure with me!"

"Then tonight, you’ll have to feed me well. If I’m well-fed, I naturally won’t do anything outrageous. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee anything." Si Mo threatened.

Mu Qingge took a sharp inhale, her eyes widened as she looked at him. She thought to herself, ’Is he even satiable?’

...

The next day, it was time to set off for the Canglan Mountain Range.

According to the grand hunt rules, each floating guest team entered the mountain to spend ten days. Any spirit beasts, beast cores, medicinal materials collected during that time can be taken as their bounty as well as a record of their accomplishments.

Mu Qingge set out in light gear, appearing refreshingly crisp and efficient before the Dragon Tooth Guards.

This time, it was like when she returned to Qinling, entering the mountain alone with the Dragon Tooth Guards for training.

Si Mo appeared beside her, still holding that peculiar rabbit in his arms.

However, his presence was normal to Mo Yang and the other Dragon Tooth Guards, but to others, he was always somewhat indistinct, leaving no impression.

"Ready, then let’s move out." Mu Qingge said to the Dragon Tooth Guards with her hands behind her back.

Hundreds of people, neatly walked out of Dragon Tooth Camp and immediately saw Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen waiting outside.

The pair walked towards Mu Qingge, and Sang Xuewu took out three hundred intermediate-level spirit stones, handing them to Mu Qingge. "The Third Elder asked me to bring these."

Mu Qingge glanced at them and unceremoniously let Mo Yang receive them, then said to the two, "Follow along."

Her tone was cold and detached, yet it didn’t diminish the delight of Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen.

And Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen seemed to not notice Si Mo at all, practically ’turning a blind eye’ to him. Mu Qingge gave him a curious look, wondering how he managed that.

Feeling Mu Qingge’s gaze, Si Mo proudly glanced over, his amber eyes filled with amusement.

Walking down from a hill, an unexpected arrival made Mu Qingge pause.

Beside her, the suddenly changed aura made her twitch the corner of her mouth. This aura carried a hint of impatience. For someone to provoke impatience in Si Mo was, in some way, quite remarkable.

After a bit of thought, Mu Qingge walked toward the person blocking the path.

"What are you doing here?" She asked proactively upon reaching that person.

Sang Yichen stood close to Sang Xuewu, curiously observing, "I think I’ve seen this person before, seems to be at the North Continent Han Family’s camp."

Sang Xuewu gave him a glance and whispered, "Say less."

Sang Yichen shrunk his neck and kept quiet.

The person appearing in front of everyone was naturally Han Caicai.

He scanned his surroundings, with a faint hint of confusion, but facing Mu Qingge’s inquiry, he still revealed a confident smile, "I am naturally here to join you in entering the Canglan Mountain Range. With the tacit understanding between us, entering the mountain together is the best choice."

Mu Qingge didn’t miss the confusion in his eyes.

It seemed, he was puzzled over Si Mo’s nonappearance.

Though in fact, Si Mo was right before him, merely overlooked by him.

She also didn’t miss the rising confidence in his eyes, a confidence that seemed certain she would accept his proposal to accompany him into the mountain. In her interactions with Han Caicai, many times he carried a poised demeanor, one Mu Qingge once admired for its confidence.

Yet now, she found herself disliking that same confidence in Han Caicai.

"No need." Mu Qingge directly rejected.

This unexpected answer made Han Caicai’s expression stiffen, his long narrow eyes flickered several times, and he lowered his voice, "Are you still mad at me?" His tone was as if coaxing a child.

What he referred to was naturally the unpleasant conversation the day before.

"No, I’ve accepted Sang’s family’s commission, and to avoid any task mishaps, I won’t be accepting other family commissions." Mu Qingge explained calmly.

Han Caicai’s gaze shifted from her, landing on Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen.

"Sang family members." Han Caicai muttered softly, turning back to look at Mu Qingge, almost smiling, "I remember you once said you wouldn’t care about Sang family’s affairs."

Mu Qingge smiled faintly, "You overthink it, I’m just doing my job for money." To her, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen held a different significance than ordinary Sang family members.

Even if only for the sake of Mu family’s patriarch, she couldn’t turn a blind eye.

Of course, there was no need for her to explain this reason to Han Caicai, nor would she explain it to anyone.

"In that case, how about I pay you?" Han Caicai suddenly suggested.

Mu Qingge frowned, was Han Caicai planning to incessantly entangle her? What prompted him to change his previous attitude? The former Han Caicai was persistent but not offensive, while his current relentless pursuit left her feeling resistant.

"Second brother."

"Cai brother!"

Suddenly, two voices called from afar.

Han Caicai and Mu Qingge lifted their gaze, seeing Han Yiren and Ruan Qinglian walking towards them.

"Second brother, so this is where you are, we had a hard time finding you. Especially Qinglian, not seeing you made her very anxious." Han Yiren said with deliberate ambiguity.

Ruan Qinglian blushed shyly at this, glancing lovingly at Han Caicai.

Han Yiren’s words made Han Caicai frown with displeasure, while Mu Qingge thoughtfully observed the trio. Finally, she said to Han Caicai, "Since someone is looking for you, I won’t disturb you." With that, she turned and walked back.

When she stopped by Si Mo’s side, Han Caicai finally noticed that the person he thought hadn’t appeared had actually been standing beside Mu Qingge all along.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, pursed lips forming a tight line.

Yet Si Mo didn’t spare him a glance. It seemed that Han Caicai’s presence had never held any significance.

Si Mo wouldn’t typically bother with Han Caicai, but since his interest lay in his little Ge’er, he had warned Han Caicai, but only so. If Han Caicai remained obstinate, he truly would kill him to end it once and for all.

"Let’s go." Mu Qingge looked up at Si Mo.

Si Mo nodded.

And at this moment, Han Yiren, having trailed her gaze after Mu Qingge, also spotted Si Mo. At the sight of Si Mo, Han Yiren became completely bashful.

She originally brought Ruan Qinglian to prevent an encounter between Han Caicai and Mu Qingge, but unexpectedly, she met her own heart’s desire.

Han Yiren suddenly released Ruan Qinglian’s hand, and to her surprise, dashed straight to Si Mo, disregarding Mu Qingge entirely, exclaiming joyfully, "So you were here!"

Her enthusiasm made Mu Qingge raise her brows while bringing a hint of confusion to Si Mo’s eyes.

Clearly, he didn’t recognize this girl who had suddenly appeared.

Amber eyes reflected a faint detachment, accompanied by an endless coldness. If Han Yiren was a fire, then Si Mo was an ice block that hadn’t melted in a millennium.

As Mu Qingge’s playful gaze swept over, Si Mo’s aura grew even colder, and he uttered a single word to Han Yiren, "Scram."

Indeed, this was Si Mo’s style!

Mu Qingge’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

Han Yiren, however, paused, her once smiling face showing a crack.

"What... what did you say to me?" Han Yiren looked at Si Mo in disbelief.

Si Mo didn’t bother with her any further, instead stepping past her to gaze at Han Caicai, his eyes reflecting an undeniably genuine intent to kill. "Leave, or die."

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