Chapter 622: Chapter 57: The War Drums Sound, Red Candle Tent, Spring Night Spent

The Canglan Mountain Range, lush with vegetation and inhabited by the Beast Clan. It is a natural hunting ground and also a place where lives are taken.

A peculiar-looking rabbit hides within the thorns, its golden eyes burning like flames, staring intently at the white liquid dripping down the cliff’s edge.

Each droplet nourishes a string of crimson fruits growing within the rock crevice, seemingly hastening their maturity.

And around the rabbit lays a ground full of corpses, all belonging to the Beast Clan.

Among these corpses are unicorn wolves at the human Gray Realm, three-eyed Qian leopards who have entered the Silver Realm, red silver pythons... and even a three-headed giant ape.

They all share one thing in common: their heads have exploded, and their brains are nowhere to be found.

"Soon, soon!" The beast stared intently at the maturing fruit, heart pounding with concealed excitement.

Once he eats those fruits, his wounds will heal significantly, at least enough to return him to the state he was in before encountering the Jing Family.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps appeared behind the beast. He turned abruptly, his gaze fierce, ready to kill any approaching creature. Yet, as a shadow enveloped him, he felt his fur stand on end, muscles tensely alert.

He raised his golden eyes to see an unparalleled handsome face.

That face glimpsed a faint smile toward him, causing his golden eyes to shrink, radiating a menacing light.

"So you are here." Si Mo bent down, grabbing the fur on the beast’s neck, lifting him from the thorns, and holding him in his arms. His tone was as if he had found a wayward pet that left home.

"What are you doing here?" The beast warily stared at him and asked.

Si Mo’s lips curved slightly, his tone sincere, "You are too mischievous. Being away from home for so long, little Ge’er would be worried."

’Damn you, damn you!’

The beast was internally furious but dared not genuinely provoke this man.

Because he indeed had the power to crush him with one hand!

"Oh? It’s Jade Fruit." Si Mo’s gaze fell on the tempting fruit growing in the rock crevice. "Elixirs refined from Jade Fruit have their healing capabilities increased by several folds. Such an excellent item, little Ge’er would like it."

"That’s mine! I discovered it!" The beast roared angrily.

He had guarded the Jade Fruit for so long, killed so many from the Beast Clan who coveted and fought for it. How could he give up at the crucial moment?

Si Mo’s eyes lightly shifted to him, squinted slightly, and through the slits revealed a dangerous light, maintaining a smile, "You are little Ge’er’s contracted beast; what’s yours is hers, and what’s hers is still hers."

’Damn it!’

The beast felt heartbreak a thousandfold, glaring wide-eyed at Si Mo, ridiculing, "Do your subordinates know how shameless you are?"

Si Mo’s smile widened, cheerfully looking at the beast, causing a shiver down his spine.

Si Mo patted his head, smiling, "However, since you found it, you deserve some credit, so I’ll reward you with one."

Damn you to hell!

The beast felt like crying but had no tears.

At this moment, a glow rose from the rock crevice, the fragrance of the Jade Fruit beginning to permeate.

That aroma enticed the beast, making him drool and wish he could rush over and devour all the Jade Fruit in one gulp. However, he was immobilized, held by the man whose grip on his neck could crush him at any moment.

"You can pick them now." A slight hint of joy flashed in Si Mo’s quartz-colored eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the string of Jade Fruits in the rock crevice automatically detached, flying toward his hand.

The beast watched as the duck in hand flew into Si Mo’s palm, his eyes nearly falling out in frustration, preferring not to see evil.

The Jade Fruits landed in Si Mo’s hand, a blinding light flashed, forcing the beast to shut his eyes.

When he reopened them, there was only one lonely Jade Fruit left in Si Mo’s palm.

"Roar——!"

The beast couldn’t help but let out a roar.

Si Mo flicked the solitary Jade Fruit in his hand lightly, sending it flying toward the beast’s mouth.

The beast opened his mouth, catching it immediately and swallowing.

Instantly, a faint reddish hue cloaked his fur, enveloping him. The beast slowly closed his eyes, seemingly refining the energy within the Jade Fruit.

Si Mo looked down at him, his large hand smoothing the soft fur on his neck, taking him back to the Dragon Tooth Camp.

"It’s been so long, little Ge’er should have finished talking by now." Si Mo murmured to himself.

...

The Dragon Tooth Camp, the burning fire pits around the training field illuminated it.

Night was deep, everyone had returned to rest. Yet Mu Qingge stood alone in the training field, the Linglong Spear held in her hand, standing by her feet.

The night wind blew, the air somewhat humid and stifling.

Her hair was blown upwards, her light armor and battle robe flapped noisily.

Mu Qingge stood with her eyes closed, her exquisite features carrying a touch of coldness and sharpness, as if immersed in something.

’No matter what, we hope you go to see Mother.’

’Mother also has her difficulties, hope you forgive her.’

’Mother always misses you, knowing you are in the Middle Ancient Realm, she would definitely be very happy.’

’We are waiting for you at the Sang Family in Fusha City.’

Mu Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint rising in her clear eyes. She whispered in a low voice, "Mu Qingge, if you were still alive, how would you respond? Sang Lanruo means nothing to me."

She could not comprehend Sang Lanruo’s suffering and challenges, similarly, Mu Qingge’s hardships, stepping to this point, were beyond their imagination.

They would never know, the real Mu Qingge had long since died amidst the lies woven by Sang Lanruo.

Seeking Sang Lanruo was to get an answer.

But now, having gotten the answer, is there still a need to go to the Sang Family in Fusha City?

The irritation in her heart was for the real Mu Qingge, for the real Mu Qingge who was already dead. She had replaced her, received everything of hers, and now, having found the news about Sang Lanruo, she felt even more for the already dispersed soul.

Mu Qingge suddenly kicked the spear, the Linglong Spear rose, she caught it in her hand, drawing a sharp edge.

’Mu Qingge, would you forgive the mother who abandoned you for nineteen years? Would you hate her arrangement, forcing you to hide your identity as a daughter, ultimately dying tragically on the battlefield?’ Mu Qingge wielded the Linglong Spear, swinging it across the training field.

The spear technique was as fast as the wind, swift as lightning, sharp as knives, around her continuously bursting with silver gleams.

Her black hair fluttered, light armor and blood robe, as the Linglong Spear in Mu Qingge’s hands emitted a crisp and resonant spear call. Gradually, it alarmed the Dragon Tooth Camp.

The Dragon Tooth Guards, who had already retired, emerged from their tents, surrounding the training field.

They watched their young lord, watching the spear technique she wielded, seemingly feeling her mood at this moment.

No one spoke, only silently watched.

People, gathered more and more.

Soon, all five hundred Dragon Tooth Guards were present, Mo Yang among them.

You He and Hua Yue came out.

Bai Xi and Yin Chen stood at the training field’s edge.

Jing Hai and Yuanyuan stood together.

Xuan Ya and Xie Ya stood side by side, eyes filled with confusion.

Xuan Kui was among them, silently watching with everyone.

On the platform outside the main tent, Si Mo, who returned from the Canglan Mountain Range with the beast, stood silently like a solitary peak, quietly watching the woman flaunting her martial prowess in the training field.

"What’s wrong with the Young Master?" Xuan Kui asked in surprise.

Xie Ya frowned and pursed his lips, lightly saying, "The Young Master’s heart is in turmoil."

"Little Master Uncle, what’s up with the instructor?" At the same time, Jing Hai asked the Yuanyuan beside him.

A look of worry crossed Yuanyuan’s beautiful face, "Boss is in a bad mood."

The shadows of the spear in Mu Qingge’s hands grew faster, her figure hidden within, dazzling the eyes of the beholder. The Linglong Spear Technique she executed seemed to forgo spiritual power, yet she performed it repeatedly.

This pure exhibition of strength and speed, however, further conveyed the power of the Linglong Spear Technique.

Boom—!

Suddenly, a loud thunder resounded in the night, lightning cleaved the night sky, illuminating the Sunset Grassland for a brief moment.

Mo Yang’s body stiffened, and he shouted, "Bring the drums!"

The Dragon Tooth Guards obeyed the order, immediately turning around to fetch hundreds of drums from the tents. They quickly surrounded the training ground, setting the drums before them.

Mo Yang stood among them, raising the drumstick high in his hand, striking the drumhead fiercely.

Dong—!

The sound of drums echoed throughout the Dragon Tooth Camp.

As Mo Yang played the drums, the five hundred Dragon Tooth Guards also lifted the drumsticks in their hands, rhythmically beating the drums before them.

Dong—!

Dong dong—!

Dong—!

The orderly drumbeats drowned out the thunder in the sky, spreading with a powerful momentum from the Dragon Tooth Camp, gradually covering the entire Sunset Grassland.

Amidst the drumbeats, the spear in Mu Qingge’s hand seemed to be infused with more power, swinging more fiercely, venting the frustration in her heart.

Shafts of silver light constantly appeared around her as the tip of the spear traced through the air, and the Linglong Spear seemed to become an extension of her body, moving more agilely.

Stepping in time with the drums, Mu Qingge seemed to enter a realm of forgetfulness, forgetting her worries, forgetting her original intention, completely immersed in the Linglong Spear Technique.

"What are they doing?" Xuan Ya marveled at the drum playing of the Dragon Tooth Guards.

Xie Ya understood and said, "They are sharing the burden with the young master in their own way. Through this morale-boosting drumbeat, they are telling the young master that they will always stand by them."

Xuan Ya’s eyes were filled with astonishment as she looked at Mu Qingge, at the Dragon Tooth Guards.

Amidst the drumbeats and the shadows of the spears, she seemed to feel for the first time that eternal and unchanging bond between Mu Qingge and the Dragon Tooth Guards.

These people, though not necessarily the strongest, were the bravest warriors for Mu Qingge! The most reliable comrades!

Dong—Dong dong dong—Dong dong—Dong—Dong dong dong—

The sound of drums floated, waking the night of the Sunset Grassland.

In the countless tents, various people walked out sporadically and stood outside their tents, looking with curiosity towards the direction of the drumbeats.

"It’s the Dragon Tooth Camp!"

Someone deduced the direction from which the drumbeats came.

"Why are they drumming in the middle of the night? What happened?"

"I don’t know, but the drumbeats indeed have a stirring and morale-boosting effect." The speaker couldn’t help but stand up straighter.

In the Sang Family Camp, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen returned from the Dragon Tooth Camp without resting.

The drumbeats interrupted their conversation, and they exchanged a glance before stepping out of the tent, looking at the hill where the Dragon Tooth Camp was located.

The drumbeats seemed to strike their hearts directly.

Though they didn’t understand, they heard unspoken and indescribable emotions within the drumbeats.

"Is it sister?" Sang Yichen was immersed in the drumbeats, asking softly.

Sang Xuewu didn’t answer; she just listened intently to the narrative within the drumbeats, a feeling of inexplicable heartache making her clutch her collar, her nose slightly sour.

Dong dong dong—Dong dong—Dong—Dong dong dong dong dong dong—

The drumbeats continued unceasingly, awakening the Sunset Grassland early.

Qin Yiyao stood outside her tent, gazed towards the Dragon Tooth Camp in the dark night, murmuring, "It’s the battle drum of the Mu Family... What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?"

In the Han Family Camp, Han Caicai was awakened by the drumbeats and rushed outside, looking towards the direction of the sound, his brows furrowed.

Han Yiren was also awoken and quickly came to her second brother’s side, asking in confusion, "Where’s the drum sound coming from in the dead of night?"

Han Caicai didn’t reply, but was instead immersed in the drumbeats, murmuring a ballad in a low tone: "The bright moon of Qin times and the watchtowers of Han times, at the endless Long March, the travelers are yet to return. If the flying general of Dragon City is still here, the barbarian horses shall not cross Yinshan."

"Second brother, what are you reciting?" Han Yiren couldn’t hear clearly and asked again.

But Han Caicai didn’t hear her at all; his long eyes were suddenly filled with heartache, murmuring to himself, "I finally understand the feeling you have when reciting this poem."

Perhaps, this poem does not only represent Mu Qingge alone but an ethos.

Mu Qingge’s determination was so strong that it made him feel insignificant in comparison.

Boom—!

Thunder resounded in the night sky once more, seemingly dissatisfied that the Mu Family’s drumbeats had stolen its thunder.

Yet regardless of how intimidating the thunder was, the Mu Family’s drumbeats remained orderly, without a hint of panic, pounding persistently.

This was a place where Floating Guests gathered.

The Mu Family’s drumbeats evoked memories of their iron-blooded days in the Jianghu, immersing them in the tales of their military exploits.

No profit, no treachery, only immense courage and pride!

In the Ying Family Camp, Ying Ze, draped in a long robe, stood in his tent.

His tent flap was lifted, and Ji Yaohua walked in, saying to him, "Did you hear it? The drumbeats seem to come from the Dragon Tooth Camp."

"The drumbeats are so loud, I’m not deaf, of course, I heard them," Ying Ze responded indifferently.

Ji Yaohua used her little finger to scratch her ear, smiling, "This annoying noise that’s disturbing our sleep, shall we go over and smash those drums together?"

"These drumbeats are quite pleasant," Ying Ze said, sitting down and closing his eyes, seemingly listening seriously to the sound of the battle drums.

Ji Yaohua was taken aback, blinked, and her gaze drifted towards the outside of the tent.

Dong—! Dong dong—! Dong—! Dong dong dong—!

The enduring drumbeats, never ceasing, each louder than the last, each more capable of striking the heart.

The people on the Sunset Grassland were almost all influenced by the drumbeats, not knowing what was happening, but immersed in the sound, hoping it would never stop.

The thunder in the night sky seemed to feel its authority being challenged.

It began to roar and brought a fierce wind, violently sweeping across the Sunset Grassland.

Within the Dragon Tooth Camp, the fierce wind howled, causing every person’s clothes to flap violently, and the flags to fly high. The wind blew Mu Qingge’s hair wild, yet she remained unmoved, continuing to dance with the Linglong Spear.

An exquisite display of spear technique presented in a new form before everyone.

The dust on the ground was swept into the air by the wind, attempting to blind everyone. Yet, the Dragon Tooth Guards were completely unaffected, continuing to beat the battle drums in their hands.

This was the battle drum of the Mu Family Army, the sound representing the will of the Mu Family Army, an iron will that could never collapse.

For the first time, the sound of the Mu Family Army’s battle drums echoed across the lands of the Middle Ancient Realm.

Crack—!

A bolt of lightning struck as if to split the sky.

The lightning descended from the sky, striking a tree beside the training ground in the Dragon Tooth Camp.

The tree trunk cracked, and heavenly fire burned the branches, illuminating the training ground even more.

In the training ground, Mu Qingge entered a state where man and spear were one, her eyes seeing nothing but the Linglong Spear and the constant sound of the battle drums accompanying her.

Crash—Crash—!

A torrential rain finally descended from the sky.

The huge raindrops fell on the battle drums, the drumsticks striking down, making the splashes dance and scatter.

Mu Qingge did not stop because of the heavy rain, and neither did the drumbeats. Everyone continued accompanying Mu Qingge in the rain, even Si Mo was no exception.

He stood in the rain, looking at that heart-wrenching woman, without intervening or advising, just accompanying her.

The rain streamed down Mu Qingge’s face, yet it could not wash away the clarity and sharpness in her eyes.

The sudden downpour awakened many who were immersed in the sound of battle drums. They hurried back to their tents to take shelter from the rain, but sleep was elusive. They continued to quietly listen to the mesmerizing sound of the war drums.

"Second brother, it’s raining, let’s go inside." Han Yiren used one hand to shield her forehead and the other to tug at Han Caicai’s sleeve.

Yet Han Caicai stood obliviously in the pouring rain, staring blankly in the direction of the Dragon Tooth Camp, feeling the rhythm of the drums.

He could sense Mu Qingge’s helplessness and inner turmoil at this moment. He wished he could rush over to stay by her side and hold her in his embrace.

However, he was bound by an invisible force, unable to step forward.

’It’s not enough! Not nearly enough! I still don’t have enough strength to protect you; I don’t have the qualifications to stand by your side!’ Han Caicai’s hand, hidden within his sleeve, gradually clenched into a fist.

"Second brother..." Han Yiren tugged forcefully at Han Caicai, pulling him back into the tent.

...

The cold rain relentlessly washed over the Dragon Tooth Camp.

Si Mo threw the Qiong into the corner of the tent and suddenly walked towards the place where wine was stacked. He picked up a jar of strong liquor and headed to the training field.

His woman needed a drink at this moment!

He strode through the rain, attracting considerable attention.

Xuan Ya and Xie Ya looked at him, their curiosity about his identity deepening at this moment. They were puzzled by what Si Mo intended to do, especially with a jar of wine in his hand.

"Qingge, catch the wine——!" Si Mo suddenly shouted, tossing the wine jar towards Mu Qingge.

Upon hearing Si Mo’s voice, Mu Qingge did not turn around but instead collected the Linglong Spear, catching the flying jar with the spear’s tail. With a slight force, she launched the jar into the air, where it traced an arc in the rain before landing in her hand.

She tore open the seal on the jar with one hand, grabbed its mouth, and inverted it, letting the contents pour down towards her.

The crystal-clear liquor mingled with rainwater, flowed into Mu Qingge’s mouth.

She drank, head tilted back, letting the rain wash over her face and body, while the fiery liquor coursed down her throat, igniting her blood.

Clang!

The tail of the Linglong Spear stabbed into the ground, standing firm, silently accompanying Mu Qingge.

A jar of strong liquor quickly reached the bottom.

With a sudden motion, Mu Qingge smashed the emptied jar to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

The war drums halted in unison at that moment.

Everyone watched Mu Qingge silently. No words were needed; only companionship that spoke through action.

In that instant, Mu Qingge no longer felt alone. Her gaze swept over each face, finally resting on Si Mo’s striking visage.

As if sensing Mu Qingge’s gaze, Si Mo walked towards her.

The rain drenched them thoroughly.

Si Mo reached Mu Qingge and suddenly lifted her up. Mu Qingge did not resist and wrapped her arms around his neck.

This embrace left many shocked.

The most stunned being Xuan Ya and Xie Ya, not to mention the innocent Jing Hai, and the now idolizing Xuan Kui, who almost worshipped Mu Qingge as his idol.

Mo Yang’s eyes dimmed, his grip on the drumsticks tightened, yet he didn’t move inappropriately.

With Mu Qingge in his arms, Si Mo turned and walked towards the main tent.

Passing by You He and Hua Yue, he instructed, "You He, Hua Yue, come in and serve."

You He and Hua Yue immediately understood, hastening to prepare hot water and change of clothes.

Xie Ya stood pale in the rain, unable to fathom what the intimacy between Si Mo and Mu Qingge might portend. Xuan Ya also had a strange and unpleasant expression, turning to Xie Ya, she said, "I now understand why the Young Master is uninterested in either of us."

These words pierced Xie Ya’s heart like a sharp dagger, leaving her breathless.

She didn’t want to see anymore, turning to flee towards her tent. Xuan Ya watched her retreating figure, shaking her head slowly, then followed.

"The drums have stopped." Ying Ze expressed regret, sounding wistful.

Ji Yaohua stretched lazily, feeling relieved, "Finally, if it hadn’t stopped, I might have gone berserk!" He yawned, "I’ll go get a good sleep first. When I wake up... ho-hum." He headed outside the tent, his eyes maintaining a cold gleam even as he turned away from Ying Ze.

...

At the Dragon Tooth Camp, inside the main tent, mist lingered, and the thick tent walls muffled the sound of rain from outside.

Si Mo, now dry, sat on the bed, having removed his dark robe and wearing only a white inner garment. His black hair and white gown gave him an ethereal appearance, reminiscent of their first meeting.

After bathing, Mu Qingge walked out, beholding this sight.

Her hair, still wet, clung to her skin. She too wore only a loose inner garment. The purple earring on her left ear had long since been removed, unveiling her charming appearance.

You He and Hua Yue had already exited the main tent, leaving just the two of them inside.

Si Mo’s gaze fell on her dripping hair, causing him to frown slightly. "Come here."

He commanded.

Mu Qingge complied, walking over and sitting beside the bed. Si Mo took a clean cloth and gently dried her hair.

A gentle warmth circled over Mu Qingge’s head, making her feel comfortable and drowsy.

When her hair felt dry, she realized he had used spiritual power to assist her, a gesture that filled her with warmth and gratitude.

Turning to face him, she said, a hint of apology in her eyes, "I’m sorry for losing my composure earlier."

Si Mo shook his head slowly, tapping her nose affectionately, "I only care whether my Qingge feels better now."

A smile broke out on Mu Qingge’s face, and she replied, relieved, "Much better. Actually, it’s just about some past matters, there’s no need to dwell on them."

She was standing up for the real Mu Qingge, as well as for herself.

For she was now Mu Qingge!

Her search for Sang Lanruo, understanding the past event, had granted her this identity, but the path she’s walking now was paved by her own steps.

Searching for Sang Lanruo to uncover the truth about the past was something she owed both to the real Mu Qingge and herself. For now, she was Mu Qingge.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept adhering to her mother’s instructions, disguising herself as a man and bearing everything in silence.

Yet, once she finally unraveled the mystery, she knew it’s what her mother had desired for her to do, to complete her mission and protect the Mu Family.

"But, once the mystery is unveiled, my heart feels a sense of resolution," she shared with Si Mo.

"There’s no need to hold yourself to that," Si Mo said softly.

Mu Qingge looked at him, nodding with a smile, "No need to force myself. This is something I must do, as a promise to my grandfather." She pondered, "I’m not sure what will happen when I meet Sang Lanruo, but I feel like I must meet her!"

"Finding out why Sang Lan felt an affinity with Sang Xuewu and a sense of déjà vu with Sang Yichen clearly has to do with blood ties," Mu Qingge mused.

"This news would surely make grandfather very happy," Si Mo said, smiling.

Mu Qingge frowned, "Unfortunately, I don’t know how to let grandfather know." Situated in the Middle Ancient Realm, the timing of her return was uncertain. Aside from her, no one in the Mu Family knew.

"When he finds out, he’ll probably be very proud," Mu Qingge thought.

"Sang Lanruo has spent nineteen years hiding out and couldn’t save her father, but I will go pick him up myself. I won’t leave him in the Sang Family any longer."

"Even if Mu Liancheng has to die, it should be in the Mu Family!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingge shook her head.

If this method really existed, given Si Mo’s personality, he would have used it between the two of them long ago.

"It’s indeed asking for too much." Mu Qingge laughed sheepishly.

Si Mo smiled and said, "Although I can’t fulfill your request for the time being, I will carefully consider it. Now, if Xiao Ge’er wants to send a message to the Mu Family in Linchuan, I can help you."

"What!" Mu Qingge’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Si Mo took out something that looked like a transparent card, and Mu Qingge asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is called a Communication Talisman. It can record spoken words and send them to the desired location. But each one can only be used once. I brought three this time, and next time I’ll bring more for you," Si Mo explained.

"That’s so amazing?" Mu Qingge blinked and reached out to take the Communication Talisman. She naturally wouldn’t be polite with Si Mo.

"You’ll know once you try it. However, the Communication Talisman can only send messages but cannot receive a reply," Si Mo said.

Mu Qingge pondered for a moment and then said, "So, Grandpa will get the message, but he can’t reply to me."

Si Mo nodded.

But he quickly added, "I can also send someone to deliver some Communication Talismans to the old man. That way, you can achieve what you want, just not with real-time communication."

"Alright!" Mu Qingge said straightforwardly. Then she laughed and teased, "My grandpa used to address you as ’Holy King Elder,’ and now you call him ’old man,’ such a confusing title."

Si Mo said with a touch of resentment, "For cultivators, age doesn’t matter. Plus, I am his grandson-in-law, whether I call him grandpa or old man, both are correct."

Mu Qingge was stunned, staring at him, not expecting Si Mo to be so talkative. After talking for so long, it was just that he didn’t want to admit he’s getting old.

"Ahem." Mu Qingge changed the subject, "How long will it take for this Communication Talisman to reach Grandpa?"

"One day," Si Mo replied.

One day? That’s quite fast!

Mu Qingge glanced at Si Mo, took a deep breath, and spoke into the Communication Talisman, "Grandpa, it’s Qingge. I’ve already found the Sang Family, and it turns out... Sang Lanruo didn’t die. She found Dad back then but was taken back to the Middle Ancient Realm by the Sang Family. At that time, she was already pregnant and gave birth to a pair of twins for the Mu Family. I have met them. But... I don’t know how to face them, to face Sang Lanruo. Also, they say there’s still hope for Dad, I will go and check. Regardless of whether he can be saved, I will bring him back to you. I am doing well here, so please take care of yourself. By the way, how is Aunt? My cousin or cousin should be calling Grandpa now, right? Please send my regards to them. I will come back."

After Mu Qingge finished speaking, she looked at Si Mo.

Si Mo taught Mu Qingge a magic formula, and after she used it, the Communication Talisman in her hand turned into a white light and flew away.

"Is that it?" Mu Qingge asked in surprise.

Si Mo nodded, "The old man will soon receive your message."

He took Mu Qingge’s hand and said to her, "I will immediately send a message back and have someone deliver the talismans to the old man."

"Thank you," Mu Qingge said, moved.

"Silly girl, didn’t you say what’s mine is yours? Why say thank you for using your own things?" Si Mo laughed.

Mu Qingge smiled and said to him, "Tonight, I probably scared quite a few people."

"A little indulgence occasionally is good, Xiao Ge’er, don’t pressure yourself too hard," Si Mo shook his head and said.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath and nodded, "At first, it was because I was in a state of turmoil, but later I entered a very mysterious realm, which gave me a new understanding of the Linglong Spear Technique. It’s an unexpected gain." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Then I must congratulate you," Si Mo played with her hair, smiling like a spring breeze.

That unparalleled handsome face, with features as if painted, flawless, seemed to encompass all the charm in the world. Mu Qingge was a bit dazed watching, she had to admit, this face had a charm that could make any woman fall.

Fortunately, Si Mo rarely appeared in front of others, so she could enjoy this beauty alone.

Suddenly, Mu Qingge’s eyes sharpened, and she grabbed Si Mo’s collar, bringing him closer, and asked vigilantly, "On your turf, is there any woman who admires you?"

Before Si Mo could answer, she warned, "Don’t lie to me and say there aren’t any!"

Si Mo opened his mouth, helplessly looking at the assertive little woman, and said, "Indeed there are quite a few, but I have no interest in them, and they know it."

"Them? It seems like there are quite a lot," Mu Qingge’s tone carried a hint of jealousy.

"In my heart, there’s only Xiao Ge’er, those women you mentioned, I can’t even remember their looks or names," Si Mo quickly stated.

Mu Qingge gritted her teeth and said, "You’re mine, whoever dares to covet you is challenging me!"

Si Mo suppressed a laugh and nodded.

Even though Mu Qingge’s way of confessing is always so domineering, he damn well likes it.

Suddenly, Mu Qingge leaned in, getting closer to him.

Si Mo couldn’t help but hold his breath, his amber eyes carrying a hint of intrigue as he looked at her, trying to guess her intention.

Mu Qingge’s clear eyes scrutinized Si Mo’s face, her gaze sweeping over his features, from his brow and eyes, to the bridge of his nose, and then to his cherry lips, before moving on to his Adam’s apple and the indistinct collarbone beneath his collar.

Within the tent, there was the sound of swallowing.

Si Mo looked at her, his amber eyes filled with surprise, anticipation, and excitement.

Mu Qingge’s gaze moved up, meeting his eyes. She said in a husky voice, "To keep others from thinking about you, I’ve decided I must leave a mark."

"What kind of mark does little Qingge want to leave?" Si Mo slowly asked. His voice wasn’t as calm as usual, slightly trembling, yet it released a soul-stirring power.

Due to Mu Qingge’s position, his gaze inevitably fell on the alluring view offered by her loose collar.

Si Mo’s breath hitched; the view beneath her collar was simply the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen, bar none.

"I want you." Mu Qingge clearly articulated these three words, leaning forward to close the distance between them.

Si Mo leaned back, supporting himself with his elbows on the bed.

I want you!

These three words struck his heart, causing it to beat wildly. "Little Qingge, do you realize what you’re saying?"

Mu Qingge pressed forward, one hand supporting the bed, while the other lifted Si Mo’s chin. She exhaled her orchid-scented breath and said, "Of course I know! I’ve made up my mind, and since you’re already mine, why should I hold back and endure the grievances?"

Si Mo’s temple twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I should be the one saying that!" Damn it, who is the one truly enduring?

Mu Qingge shrugged, nonchalantly saying, "So, I’ve decided that I’ll take you tonight, make you officially mine, and cut off the thoughts of those flirts outside."

Si Mo’s gaze softened, a deep inky scarlet gradually surfaced at the bottom of his amber eyes, a seductive allure like a poppy flower, exuding an enticing fragrance that lured Mu Qingge step by step.

"Little Qingge, you won’t regret this, will you?" Si Mo’s voice became hot and hoarse due to Mu Qingge’s actions. He was holding himself back, but if this little thing wanted to retreat now, he would not allow it!

"Regret?" Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, arrogantly saying, "Lord never learned how to write the word regret!"

"Ah Mo, are you ready?" Mu Qingge displayed a stunning smile at Si Mo.

Si Mo’s heart skipped a beat, squinting his eyes, and with a hoarse voice said, "My little Qingge, are you ready?"

The candlelight reflected on their faces, equally stunning and captivating. Even in appearance, neither was willing to concede, both striking an even match in beauty. Under the flickering candlelight, however, that beauty turned soft and harmonious, making them such a perfect match.

"Red candles warm the tent, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold." Mu Qingge flicked her fingers, and an invisible force put out the candlelight, plunging the tent into darkness.

Yet, after the heavy rain, the starlight once again shone through, falling onto the two on the bed, allowing them to clearly see each other.

In Si Mo’s eyes was the reflection of Mu Qingge’s breathtakingly alluring figure at this moment.

And in Mu Qingge’s eyes, was the reflection of Si Mo’s gentle and affectionate gaze...

Finally, she lowered her head, capturing those cool lips in the man’s expectation, inhaling his breath, easily breaking through his defenses.

Mu Qingge’s initiative turned that hidden anxiety in Si Mo’s eyes into joy.

He held Mu Qingge’s slender waist, forcefully flipping her beneath him. Transitioning from passive to active, he fervently sought the sweetness of her lips.

The dominant role seized, Mu Qingge defiantly widened her eyes, turning them both over once more to switch their positions.

Once again beneath Mu Qingge, a trace of resignation flashed through Si Mo’s eyes.

Seeing Mu Qingge’s provoking expression, he decided to let her have her way this once. Si Mo gave up resisting, and Mu Qingge’s enthusiasm escalated.

This kiss was extremely passionate, as if it could melt them into each other.

Emotions that words could not capture quietly settled and fermented over time. Perhaps from the very moment Mu Qingge first crossed into this world and met Si Mo, their fate was already sealed, unbeknownst to them.

Or perhaps, back then, if someone had told her that she and Si Mo would share such a fate, she would have scoffed in disdain, choosing not to believe.

However, tonight, she willingly surrendered herself, allowing that man to have his wish fulfilled...

The rain-washed night sky became clearer and brighter, with starlight shining like a splendid sea of flowers, enveloping the main tent of the army, veiling the intoxicating fragrance within.