Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

In the center of Tianshu City, there is a nine-story Tiangong Pavilion. The top of the attic is the private study of the owner of Tiangong Pavilion. From here, he can overlook the entire city.

The interior furnishings are simple and elegant, with various rare study treasures placed around. Each piece is carefully selected and exudes a faint aura.

There are several paintings hanging on the wall. Mountains, rivers, people and fairy beasts are vividly depicted on the paper, as if they will break through the wall at any time.

A large drawing table occupied the center of the room, on which was spread an unfinished scroll.

Fu Shuci was wearing a long gown, the hem of which was embroidered with regular lines similar to the structure of a mechanism. His black hair was casually tied into a half bun with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell down, making his profile look even more handsome.

He held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, and the tip of the brush danced on the rice paper.

I drew the appearance of the fire-avoiding golden puppet and stared at the blank face for a while, wondering how the poor puppet was doing and whether its limbs were still intact.

Fu Shuci's eyes were dull and his hands unconsciously drew Qin Muyue's face.

Ning Ji walked lightly into Fu Shuci's study, carrying the Si Yao soup she had prepared herself.

She pushed the door open gently, and the hinges creaked slightly. She was holding a bowl of soup with a gentle smile on her face.

"Shu Ci, I stewed Si Yao soup for you. You've been very busy lately, so drink it to refresh yourself." Her eyes fell on Fu Shu Ci, full of admiration.

However, when her eyes inadvertently swept across the drawing table, her smile froze instantly.

She saw the girl in the painting, with a graceful figure and beautiful eyes and eyebrows. It turned out to be Qin Muyue, who was so arrogant and domineering because of her status as an immortal.

She felt so bitter and jealous that the bowl of soup in her hand trembled slightly.

Ning Ji was born into an aristocratic family, grew up with a spoon of top-grade spirit stones in his mouth, and was doted on by his family members. He had never suffered such humiliation.

"Fu Shuci, why are you painting that opportunistic guy!" She took a few steps forward and placed the soup bowl on the scroll. The soup dripped onto the ink painting, smudged the facial features of the person in the painting.

Fu Shuci finally came back to his senses. He saw that what he had drawn was actually Qin Muyue's face, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"No, Ning'er, I drew her puppet. Qin Muyue's puppet's face looks like this. Don't think too much about it."

There was a flash of anger in Ning Ji's eyes, and she tried hard to smile. After all, Fu Shuci was her fiancé, and leaving an impression of being jealous would not be good for the Ning family.

"I heard that Qin Muyue has already held the Infant Ceremony in Wuji Xianzong. That puppet is no longer worthy of her. You naturally think too much," she pretended to be gentle and scooped up a spoonful of soup to feed him. "You must be tired after painting for so long."

Fu Shuci didn't really want to drink. Last time, this woman secretly put tiger bones, deer eggs and some strange things in there, causing him to be unable to sleep for almost a year. She also always came to disturb him at night to work overtime and make puppets for the sect.

Not only did she come but she was also wearing gauze, which forced Fu Shuci to wash his hands and put a clean outer robe on her, for fear that this Ning family member would catch a cold and waste his time.

"Don't worry, I have a blueprint to give to the person in charge of the workshop." Fu Shuci avoided him without leaving a trace, put away the drawing, turned around and walked away hurriedly.

In a rage, Ning Ji swept the soup bowl off the table, and with a bang, the soup and debris splashed everywhere.

"Qin Muyue... why do you always have to appear in front of me." Ning Ji gritted her teeth, her face showing undisguised jealousy. A mere loser with five spiritual roots was cultivating faster than her with two spiritual roots.

She is the eldest daughter of the Ning family, the legitimate daughter born from her stepmother's womb. With her noble birth and status as a legitimate daughter, shouldn't the short-sighted Jun Yuzheng make her his apprentice?

On the contrary, Qin Muyue, an orphan from an unknown village, and not even sure if she was a concubine's daughter, easily became the disciple of the number one person in the world of immortal cultivation.

Even Fu Shuci was obsessed with the village girl Qin Muyue. The Ning family had been doing business for a hundred years and was one of the most powerful families in the world of immortal cultivation.

Countless resources and compliments were, in the end, no match for a useless village girl with only five spiritual roots.

Ning Ji hated Qin Muyue so much at this moment. She took out the Ning family jade talisman and sent a message to the death warriors in the clan.

He walked out of the door again and a palm wind swept towards the Qi Refining cultivator at the door.

"What are you doing? Go clean up the study room, or get out of Tiangong Pavilion today!"

The Qi Refining cultivator vomited blood after being swept by the palm wind, with a look of horror on his face. He quickly responded and hurriedly went to get a broom and rag to clean up the mess in the study.

Ning Ji, on the other hand, had already started to hatch a plan in her mind. She wanted to let Qin Muyue know that the world of immortal cultivation was not a place where a village girl like her could run rampant.

At the same time, Qin Muyue, Yan Shiyin, Yu Fengxue, He Zhen and Liu Ruyan have arrived in Tianshu City.

The purpose of this trip was to repair Qin Muyue's damaged puppet. This puppet was not only her assistant, but also an indispensable part of her strength.

Qin Muyue and Liu Ruyan were strolling on the bustling streets of Tianshu City, each holding a string of crystal clear candied haws in their hands.

Yu Fengxue, Yan Shiyin and He Zhen followed behind like three guards, their eyes following the girl they loved.

On both sides of the street, the sounds of various vendors hawking their wares could be heard one after another, making the street very lively.

Qin Muyue and Liu Ruyan were walking among the crowd, when suddenly, an exquisitely decorated jewelry store came into view. There were all kinds of jewelry on the wooden cabinets, from simple silver ornaments to dazzling gems, each piece exuding a unique brilliance.

Qin Muyue pulled Liu Ruyan into the store. Yu Fengxue and the others looked at each other, showing expressions of despair, and followed them in obediently.

Qin Muyue's eyes swept everywhere and his claws touched everywhere.

Yu Fengxue took out an exquisite silk purse and rubbed the girl's head lovingly.

"Junior sisters, feel free to pick your favorites. I will help you carry them."

"I'll pay for Liu Ruyan's jewelry." He Zhen never missed any opportunity to show his courtesy to Liu Ruyan.

"Little... I'll pay for Junior Sister Keyue." Yan Shiyin squeezed next to Yu Fengxue.

"Enough, you two, I am their eldest senior brother!" Yu Fengxue glared at Yan Shiyin warily, secretly sneering in his heart: How could this illegitimate disciple dare to compete with him, the eldest son, to buy jewelry for A Yue.

"So what if you are the eldest senior brother?" He Zhen's face turned dark.

When the three people were on the verge of a fight, Liu Ruyan picked up a pair of aquamarine earrings and tried them on, while her other hand, without showing any sign, was pointing at a string of necklaces.

"Senior Sister, do you think this gold and jade necklace suits you very well?" Liu Ruyan's face was full of anticipation.

Qin Muyue gently picked up the necklace and compared it to her waist. The gold and jade inlaid with the white dress made her temperament more elegant, and her moon-white blue gauze dress looked even more noble and gorgeous.

"It's really beautiful, but I think this hairpin suits you better." Qin Muyue picked up a bamboo hairpin.

Liu Ruyan walked forward and tried it on gently. She felt that the hair was as black as green bamboo, and she was as noble and upright as a bandit stone.

"Junior sister, let's go to Tianyifang to pick out another outfit." Qin Muyue had already made up her mind that if she added a new dress, it would become a fairy item.

"Will this delay my sister's repair of the puppet?" Liu Ruyan was worried about the mission and felt guilty about accompanying Qin Muyue in slacking off.

"Woman, I know girls of your age like to play. Don't try to play hard to get." Qin Muyue lifted Liu Ruyan's chin and smiled evilly.

"Senior sister, do you want Ruyan to have a good time while gaining experience? Senior sister actually cares about Ruyan so much." Liu Ruyan's pretty face flushed immediately. She secretly glanced at the three men and laughed secretly: Ha, what can you use to fight me!

"My two junior brothers, please respect yourselves." Yu Fengxue put his hand on the whisk and lost his patience.

"Okay, stop arguing. You guys line up to pay. Remember to pack up this, this, and that. My junior sister and I are going to the next store." Qin Muyue put his arm around Liu Ruyan's shoulders, looked at his senior brothers in confusion, and led them out.

The shop assistant snorted coldly at the three male cultivators. The male cultivator in black came up to him with a stern face and paid the spirit stones. He took the spirit stones, quickly packed up the things and handed them to them.