Why is the fairy who adopted me plotting against me?

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"We have to thank Aunt Gu a lot," Su Mu said, her tone softening, filled with genuine gratitude but also tinged with a hint of teasing, "If it weren't for such immersive teaching..."

"Master, Mu'er could never grasp it so quickly and profoundly."

"Hmph! Smooth talker!" Gu Zhaorong suppressed the trembling in her heart and pretended to be serious. "The art of talismans is profound and complex; how can it be merely about successfully drawing a single talisman?"

Can the entire picture be glimpsed from basic talismans?

“Aunt Gu is right.” Su Mu readily agreed, her expression turning serious. “There is indeed something I don’t understand, and I was just about to ask Aunt Gu for advice.”

Seeing his sincere attitude, Gu Zhaorong also suppressed her embarrassment and anger, and patiently said, "Tell me."

"Mu'er has heard that after a talisman master completes a talisman, they must inscribe their unique name or mark on a corner of the talisman as an identifier, which can also enhance its efficacy. No..."

Is this true?

Gu Zhaorong nodded: "Indeed. This is a signed contract. A talisman with the name attached has a closer connection to the talisman maker's mind and spirit, and is more secure in their hands."

When unleashed, its power is often amplified. It's like a soldier wielding a weapon engraved with his name; their minds are in sync, and they move as if it were their own arm.

Su Mu seemed lost in thought, his gaze slowly falling on Gu Zhaorong, sliding from her slightly flushed cheeks to her neck, and finally settling on her dantian.

Place

He stretched out his hand, palm hovering above, fingertips gently twirling, bringing a tingling warmth, and uttered a startling question: "That... just now, Mu'er..."

It seems that she also spent a long time writing on Aunt Gu's unique scroll, deeply moved and inspired. Following this logic, shouldn't... one also leave a mark here?

The child's name, was it 'contract seal'?

"!!!" Gu Zhaorong trembled violently, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief. How could this child have come up with such a thing?

Such a rebellious and shameful thought!

This is outrageous! She's his aunt! The vice-leader of the Sleeping Flower Sect! Da Zhao's anger and indescribable excitement intertwined...

The impact made her dizzy.

"Nonsense!" she tried to rebuke, but her voice trembled without her even realizing it.

However, perhaps it was under Su Mu's domineering and expectant gaze that Gu Zhaorong heard herself, in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, inexplicably...

He replied, "But what you're saying does seem to make some sense."

Before she could finish speaking, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Gu!"

He gathered true energy at his fingertips, which glowed faintly, like the finest spiritual hair.

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"What should Mu'er write?" He feigned deep thought, his fingertips gently tracing her dantian, sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm..."

Aunt Gu, Su Mu's teacher? This is to commemorate Aunt Gu's kindness in guiding me.

Gu Zhaorong trembled and shook her head repeatedly, but could not utter a word.

"Then... Su Mu's mentor? That seems even more solemn." Su Mu continued to probe.

Gu Zhaorong shook her head again, her cheeks flushed even more, her eyes darting away, yet a hint of expectation was faintly revealed.

Su Mu understood, leaned down to her ear, his breath warm: "Judging from Aunt Gu's expression, it seems that she prefers Mu'er's more assertive side?"

Having her secret exposed, Gu Zhaorong let out a soft moan, which was taken as her acquiescence.

"Then write: Su Mu's little mother." Su Mu whispered the last word in her ear. Gu Zhaorong's beautiful eyes widened, and her body trembled violently.

But in the end, it didn't stop it.

Seeing that he had finally guessed Aunt Xiang's favorite nickname, Su Mu used his finger as a pen and his true energy as ink, applying it to the softest part of Gu Zhaorong's dantian.

The mark slowly falls on the sensitive spot.

It was clearly just a unique talisman formed from the power of their minds and true energy, perceptible only to the two of them, yet it seemed to possess something truly significant.

Something seemed to be deeply engraved into the soul of Gu Zhaorong, stirring her heart.

The final stroke was completed, a faint light flashed, and then vanished. For that area of ​​skin to return to normal, it would require either Gu Zhaorong or Su Mu to move the mark with a thought.

Only when it is remembered will it emit a faint glow, thus revealing its existence.

"Aunt Gu, do you like it?" Su Mu asked softly in her ear as he finished speaking, his breathing slightly unsteady.

"Nonsense! Get out of here!" Gu Zhaorong was so ashamed she wanted to disappear; her heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst from her chest. She raised her hand with considerable force.

She lightly punched Su Mu's back, the force soft and gentle, more like a playful tantrum.

Su Mu stood up, straightened her robes, walked to the door, but then turned back, leaving a meaningful smile: "Mu'er will take her leave now."

If Aunt Gu is not happy... she can use her inner energy to erase it at any time... He paused, his tone carrying a confident teasing tone.

"However, Mu'er guesses that Aunt Gu will definitely be reluctant to part with it. And... next time we meet, if the mark has faded, Mu'er will definitely... reapply it for you."

Let it be as clear as ever.

"!!!" Gu Zhaorong seemed to be set ablaze, curling up in her seat and burying her burning cheeks in her knees. A feeling of being offended...

The humiliation she felt was intertwined with an even stronger, thrilling excitement that nearly overwhelmed her.

After Su Mu's footsteps faded into the distance, and the quiet room returned to silence for a long time, Gu Zhaorong slowly raised her head. She walked to the clear glass mirror in the room.

Before, he hesitated, but finally gently lifted the hem of his clothes to reveal his smooth, flat abdomen and the location of his dantian.

She gathered a faint trace of true energy and cautiously probed that spot. Sure enough, an extremely subtle yet clearly visible mark of true energy appeared.

It emerges. The brushstrokes are just like Su Mu himself: gentle on the outside, but with an undeniable edge and strength on the inside.

"This little devil..." Gu Zhaorong's fingertips trembled as she traced the invisible mark, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, revealing a hint of infatuation.

A foolish smile, a mixture of embarrassment and sweetness.

In the end, she couldn't bear to erase it. With a thought, she made it disappear beneath her skin again, as if hiding something unique to her.

The secret between the two.

Then, she took a deep breath, suppressing her chaotic thoughts, and used magic to tidy up the messy room filled with ambiguity, straightening her hair and clothes.

She reverted to being the dignified and graceful deputy sect leader of the Sleeping Flower Sect.

Because she had a feeling that her junior sister, the sect leader, who was usually cold-faced but soft-hearted and was probably in a dilemma at the moment, was probably coming soon.

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Why Do You Keep Touching Your Stomach?

Gu Zhaorong sat upright at the tea table, her expression serene, with a hint of lazy satisfaction in her eyes, as if she had just had an ordinary afternoon nap.

Amidst the wafting aroma of tea, a cool and aloof figure appeared silently by the door.

Shen Qingshang's gaze swept across the room with lightning speed—the desks were neatly arranged, the books were in perfect order, and there was nothing amiss. She frowned slightly and slowly walked...

Enter.

"You've arrived?" Gu Zhaorong didn't look up, her tone calm and indifferent, as she pushed a freshly brewed cup of hot tea to the empty seat opposite her.

Shen Qingshang sat down opposite her and got straight to the point: "Was he here with you just now?"

Gu Ding Zhaorong then raised her eyes, a hint of a smile flashing across them as she slowly sipped her tea: "Of course. You and Xiaoxiao are both too busy."

If Mu'er doesn't come to find me, his most considerate and relied-upon Aunt Gu, who else can he share lunch with? The last syllable rose slightly, carrying...

A hint of indescribable pride lingered in his eyes.

"Tch." Shen Qingshang scoffed lightly, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge the boastfulness in the words. He picked up his teacup, using the steam to conceal a glint in his eyes.

The matter is complicated. "I've come to discuss something important with you. It concerns Su Mu's cultivation."

"Oh?" Gu Zhaorong raised an eyebrow, put down her teacup, and looked over with interest. "That's strange. I wonder who it was that dodged him for ten days straight."

"How come after just a few days, not only have you taken me on as your personal disciple, but you're also so concerned about my cultivation?"

Shen Qingshang's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the cup. She lowered her gaze, staring at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and after a long silence, spoke in a low voice: "I admit to the past ten..."

For a year, I was cowardly, choosing the most despicable way to avoid him.

She raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on Gu Zhaorong, a rare vulnerability and pleading flickering in her usually cold eyes: "But now, I..."

I want to run away again. I want to make amends and do everything I can to help him become stronger. Senior sister... can you help us again?

Gu Zhaorong's expression turned serious, the playfulness in her eyes gradually turning into relief, and she sighed softly, "We are sisters, why say such things? How could I possibly concern myself with Mu'er's affairs?"

Stand idly by? Tell me, what are your plans?

Seeing that the other party agreed, Shen Qingshang relaxed a little and explained in detail: "Su Mu has now reached the peak of Qi Refining, but he only lacks a technique that matches his foundation and can guide him."

The cultivation method for foundation building. This matter concerns his future path and is of paramount importance.

"Indeed," Gu Zhaorong nodded slightly, "Although Mu'er is only at the Qi Refining stage, her strength is comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. Foundation Establishment is the first crucial step in cultivation, and its power..."

The choice of law must be made with utmost care. Do you mean you want him to base his actions on the "Fallen Flowers Nine Law," leaving him uncertain about his future path?

“Exactly,” Shen Qingshang affirmed. “Although he has already practiced the Nine Yang Spear Technique, this technique is fierce and domineering, but its nature is intense, making it more suitable for those with a single fire spirit root.”

While Su Mu possesses exceptional affinity with all five elements, and using the Nine Yang Spear to build his foundation is not impossible, it ultimately falls short of the all-encompassing and inclusive "Nine Fallen Blossom Techniques," allowing him to better utilize his abilities.

potential."

Gu Zhaorong pondered for a moment and said, "The Nine Methods of Falling Petals is indeed the best choice. This method is not bound by moves, weapons, or even the Five Elements; it emphasizes the understanding of its essence."

All things change according to one's mind.

Mu'er possesses exceptional comprehension; by using this as a foundation, her roots will be incredibly solid and broad, allowing her to effortlessly cultivate other techniques in the future.

"Now he only needs to glimpse one method to complete the foundation building, and he can gradually progress on the other eight methods later."

"That's what I think too." Shen Qingshang interjected, "Su Mu, in order to break that mysterious cultivator's combined attack technique, wanted to comprehend the concepts of 'strength' and 'array.' But I..."

The idea was to have him temporarily set aside his exploration of the "array" technique and focus first on thoroughly mastering the "strength" technique, lest he try to do too much at once and miss a crucial opportunity.

"He witnessed my demonstration of the 'Strong' technique once today, and was able to imitate its form and spirit, unleashing astonishing power. Zhixiao and the others also demonstrated their own insights. At this moment..."

This was the moment when his understanding of the word "strong" was most vivid and profound, and it was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot and press on with undiminished momentum.

“What you say makes a good point.” Gu Zhaorong gently stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, seemingly lost in thought.

"But Mu'er has great ambitions. She intends to integrate the essence of the two words 'strong' and 'array' and create a move to break through predicaments. Once this idea arises, it will be an opportunity."

With a little guidance from the methods of the "Array" technique, it might truly help him take that crucial step and successfully create his own method.

She abruptly changed the subject, her eyes flashing with amazement: "Just now, he had already made his first attempt at the art of talisman writing—did you know that he could already use his fingers as a brush to write talismans in mid-air?"

"Is that all? In my opinion, given his comprehension, it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to simultaneously cultivate both strength and formation at this point."

Upon hearing this, a hint of shock flashed across Shen Qingshang's usually cool face. She fell silent, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the rim of her glass, her heart churning with turmoil.

Zhaorong did not urge her, but sat quietly sipping tea, leaving her to ponder.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea and silent. After a long while, Shen Qingshang asked in a low voice, "Is his comprehension... truly so extraordinary?"

Gu Zhaorong put down her teacup, her gaze calm yet carrying a hint of deliberate provocation: "You just witnessed his comprehension firsthand, didn't you?"

Do you have feelings for him? Or do you lack confidence in him?

"Of course I have confidence in him!" Shen Qingshang blurted out, his emotions slightly agitated, then his voice lowered, revealing worry, "I just..."

怕”