Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 855

Chapter 855: Chapter 290: Three Years of Inquiry, Breaking Through! (Third Update)

"Young master, I am here."

"Young master, come chase me!"

"Young master, over here, over here..."

Melodious voices surrounded the garden lush with flowers, where the charming and delicate maids flitted about like colorful butterflies, running here and there, passing by Mu Qingge without noticing her presence.

Mu Qingge watched them, and the young man whose eyes were covered with a silk ribbon, dressed in luxurious silk robes, adorned with a golden crown and jade ornaments, exuding resplendent wealth.

"Where are you? I can’t find you!"

The playful voices caught the attention of passing house servants and slaves, but their expressions were unperturbed and they merely smiled joyously.

The young man’s tone was devoid of any frivolity, filled only with innocent joy.

Evidently, there was no unspeakable relationship between him and these maids; they were more like playmates.

Mu Qingge stood still, watching quietly. She couldn’t understand what she could perceive through observation of this affluent household, and how it related to the Dao heart she sought to understand in her spiritual journey.

Confused, she continued to watch!

Mu Qingge steadied her mind, standing there like a ghost of the mundane world, or perhaps an immortal of the Heavenly Palace, observing the mortal realm from afar.

Seasons cycle and years pass by.

In a flash, ten years passed in the mortal world. In ten years, Mu Qingge remained unchanged, just as she was when she first entered. However, this once flourishing noble household was no longer prosperous.

The carefree young boy had grown up, yet he was no longer the pampered son of wealth he once was.

His family, framed by treachery, was wiped out by an imperial decree. The family fell into ruin, with all relatives dead. Sacrificing an entire family to preserve the last trace of bloodline.

In the snowy weather, the downfallen him no longer resembled the noble young lord. The maids who once played with him either went their separate ways or were lost to life and death.

He wore tattered cloth, hair unkempt, stubble messy, eyes empty, staggering off a small boat, wrapping his feet with torn cloth, trudging step by step in the snow.

Mu Qingge followed behind him, curious about his intentions.

Several times he fell in the snow, then used his reddened hands to scoop snow to eat, crawling forward step by step.

The cloth at his feet was worn out, his feet cracked from the cold, blood from his soles stained the path like winter-blooming plum blossoms.

He walked in the snow for three days and nights, finally reaching a Taoist temple, kneeling to plead.

He said: "Immortal, the world speaks of immortals, I do not seek immortality, but only to escape this boundless mortal world, no longer a boat in the Bitter Sea..."

Mu Qingge stood behind him, her heart filled with complex emotions.

His earlier life truly reflected that vivid and bright red. His birth, family, experiences were so radiant and intense in many eyes.

Yet, in the end all he sought was relief from the pains it brought, a tranquil heart.

He was then taken into the temple.

Just as Mu Qingge wanted to continue watching, she felt herself being pulled by a tremendous force away from that mortal realm, returning to the Seven-color Space.

Sitting cross-legged, she opened her eyes, replaying the previous scenes in her mind.

What did it mean? She didn’t understand.

Mu Qingge furrowed her brows slightly. Unable to comprehend, she did not dwell on it. Lifting her eyes, she gazed at the other beams of light, thinking: "With so many, I shall watch them all and then reflect."

Immediately after, she entered the orange beam of light.

Reappearing, she found herself in a scholarly family’s courtyard, where the sound of pleasant reading echoed clearly. Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, musing: ’What kind of life will it be this time?’

...

In the colorful space, Mu Qingge lost track of the passing time. She traversed different mortal realms, feeling the lives of others, pondering the Dao heart, while outside a year had already passed.

Gu Ya and Gu Ye stood concealed outside the Ruishui River, watching those expelled by the hovering silver waterfall with serious expressions.

About half a year ago, the Ruishui began ejecting people.

Upon discovering the expelled corpses, they captured and interrogated the living ones and learned of the events inside.

To their shock, someone had set traps within intending to kill their mistress?

Apparently, their mistress’s Illusionary Artifact was shattered, revealing her womanhood?

Each piece of news was significant.

Therefore, they dared not delay in sending word back to the Demon Realm, informing their king!

Half a year after Mu Qingge entered there, Si Mo received the message and visited. After observing the ruishui, he instructed Gu Ya and Gu Ye to remain here before heading to Luoxing City.

For what purpose?

The two did not know because over the past year, they had watched over this place, not leaving by a single step.

"It has been a year. When will the young lord come out?" Gu Ya asked.

Gu Ye pressed his lips: "You are aware of the Ruishui legend. The more talented, the longer one stays. With the young lord’s talent, it should be at least two years."

"Then there is a year to go." Gu Ya frowned.

"Yes, most likely." Gu Ye nodded.

Inside, Mu Qingge was safe. Nonetheless, they feared during this time external matters concerning her would change. Although instructed those who came out to remain silent, some information could still leak.

Perhaps, when Mu Qingge emerges, everyone in the Middle Ancient Realm would know she is a woman.

"I’d say kill them all." Gu Ya’s eyes turned cold.

Gu Ye glanced at him: "That would cause trouble for the young lord."

If all the seekers died, except for Mu Qingge, how would she explain to the world? Would it not place her at the pinnacle of public scrutiny?

’Perhaps, considering this, this is why the king did not order silencing when he left,’ thought Gu Ye.

...

In the colorful space, Mu Qingge sat cross-legged.

This time, she did not enter another beam, but gazed at them, asking: "How long have I been here?"

"A year and a half," the voice replied.

’A year and a half...’ Mu Qingge lowered her gaze. For a year and a half, she had seen hundreds of mortal worlds, experienced hundreds of different lives as a bystander.

These lives, though ordinary, were no more than a drop in the vast ocean of existence.

And yet, she still couldn’t understand why she was shown this. What was she supposed to find?

’Continue then.’ Mu Qingge composed herself and entered another beam of light.

She wandered in the mortal dust.

Unaware, time had passed, two years gone by.

"It’s been two years, could she still be realizing?" The voice in the space exclaimed in astonishment.

Meanwhile, outside the Ruishui, the last to emerge were Ji Yaohua, Wei Molili, Ying Ze, and Yao Xinghai. The four stood together outside the ruishui, exchanging glances.

"Where is Qingge?" Ji Yaohua asked.

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