Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 25: The Greatest Treasure of the Nine Heavens?
“小丫头，你没骗我？！”君惜竹 squinted at Mo Qingwu. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of wariness towards this seemingly pitiful little girl!
This little girl is not simple at all...
How important is divine soul power? For the strong, divine soul power is the very foundation of everything!
Yet, a powerful being, even a supreme one, could not achieve it, actually expended their divine soul power to leave a glimmer of hope for this little girl! The reason behind this is intriguing.
Not only was Jun Luolu now dumbfounded, but even Jun Xizhu was experiencing a storm of emotions inside!
“Think carefully again, is there really no one else who treated you?” Jun Xizhu firmly fixed her gaze on Mo Qingwu’s eyes.
Mo Qingwu shook her head in confusion, her eyes clear and innocent.
Jun Xizhu was defeated by this clear gaze. She sat back on the brocade couch, rubbed her temples, and murmured to herself, “That’s true… A strong person like that, if they didn’t want you, little girl, to know, you wouldn’t feel anything at all. And that’s that…”
“姐姐，我想到了一个可能。” Jun Luolu finally managed to catch her breath after coughing and suddenly brightened up.
“What possibility?” Jun Xizhu said in a serious tone.
“I guess... after this little sister Mo was injured, a remarkable person must have passed by; and helped her!” Jun Luolu analyzed. “But this remarkable person soon realized that such three yin meridians have been ruined, and even he couldn’t do anything about it... So... for the sake of face…”
“Indeed, for the sake of face, he didn’t show up…” Jun Xizhu frowned in contemplation, a theory leading to another: “Likewise, for the sake of face, and with an unwilling heart, this remarkable person left behind a trace of divine soul power, while he himself went to the ends of the earth to find a solution... and once he finds a solution, he will return to help her heal her three yin meridians?”
“That’s exactly what I think.” Jun Luolu nodded affirmatively.
“Hmm... thinking this way makes sense.” Jun Xizhu looked at Mo Qingwu and suddenly asked, “Miss Mo, are you not returning to your family because you don’t understand their decision?”
Mo Qingwu tightly pursed her lips, a flash of hatred crossing her eyes.
“You hate them?” Jun Xizhu's expression became even more meaningful.
“I...” Mo Qingwu suddenly recalled her father’s ruthlessness, her mother’s helplessness, her brother’s persecution, the Grand Elder’s coldness... the piercing pain of having her treasured sword taken away... Tears began to flow; while the word hate was hard to utter, the expression in her eyes had already explained everything.
“Tell me about it...” Jun Xizhu’s expression softened. Jun Luolu lovingly hugged Mo Qingwu, whispering words of comfort.
Mo Qingwu’s eyes turned red, unable to hold back her sobs. Feeling Jun Luolu's kindness, she also felt a lump of grievance build up in her heart, almost suffocating her. It was just the right moment to vent, and she started to speak in a broken voice.
The more Jun Xizhu listened, the more strange her expression became, to the point where she seemed ready to roll on the floor laughing...
“Hahaha...” Jun Xizhu looked at Mo Qingwu, examining her from left to right as if she had discovered a supreme treasure, suddenly unable to hold back her laughter.
“Sister, what are you laughing at?” Jun Luolu asked in confusion, a bit annoyed. She was overwhelmed with sympathy, tears flowing alongside Mo Qingwu’s, not expecting her sister Jun Xizhu to laugh so joyfully.
This little sister is so pitiful, you hear such a cruel encounter, and you’re laughing? Isn’t that a bit lacking in compassion?
Mo Qingwu pouted, looking angrily at Jun Xizhu.
“Haha... I’m not laughing at you... I’m laughing... haha, I really can’t help it...” Jun Xizhu laughed uncontrollably, finally calming down after a while.