She became a god

Xiaofeng is one of the four envoys of Canghai Pavilion, and under him are top assassins such as Jingzhe.

Wenxi Chun Ti Xiaofeng was not trying to help Yuantong at all; he was clearly trying to threaten him.

The two exchanged a glance and then fell silent.

Ye Qingzhou first worked through the night to concoct medicinal potions, and then gave someone a three-day intoxication potion. She was so exhausted that she had no time to think about it and simply assumed that they had not reached an agreement.

Before long, Ye Qingzhou fell into a deep sleep.

That night, at the city lord's mansion.

"Master, Yuantong from Leiyin Temple has come to pay a visit."

"Oh? Is that the young friend Yuantong who performed the Buddhist rites for the dead people of Jiangcheng last year?"

“Sir, it is indeed this Master Yuantong.”

Wang Jie laughed and said, "Hurry up and invite them here!"

After a short while, Yuantong entered with a young boy to pay his respects, saying, "This humble monk greets Lord Wang."

"Please rise quickly. In terms of status, if it weren't for the tragedy of that year, you should call me Uncle. Last year, you came to Pingcheng from Nanzhou to perform a ritual for the people, and I felt an instant connection with you. You are a good child. Why didn't you say you were coming sooner? Since you're here, why don't you stay at my residence for a few days? That way, your younger brothers and sisters can hear the superior Buddhist teachings of Nanzhou and broaden their horizons."

“This humble monk has diligently practiced Buddhism since childhood and has never dared to slack off. Thank you for your kindness, Lord City Lord.”

Yuantong exchanged pleasantries before getting to the point.

“I was passing through this place when I heard that a fellow Daoist had fainted, so I thought I would come and see if I could be of any help.”

Wang Jie praised, "Truly worthy of being a Buddhist disciple of the Southern Continent, so kind and compassionate."

He then chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, the person who fainted has some connection with you."

Yuantong already knew about the connection, but he still showed some surprise on his face. "Please tell me, City Lord."

"The person who fainted is Murong Yan, the closed-door disciple of Venerable Xuanji. She should call your half-demon sister Ye Qingzhou 'senior sister'."

"If that's the case, then this person is someone I absolutely must save."

Wang Jie stroked his beard. "I've searched the entire city for doctors and healers, but I can't wake him up. What's your opinion?"

"I need to examine him first before I can draw a conclusion, but I am already 70% confident that I can cure this Fellow Daoist Murong."

"Good!" Wang Jie led his men toward Murong Yan's room.

Murong Yan lay stiffly on the bed, his face rosy.

Yuantong observed for a few moments and said, "He has been poisoned by the Three-Day Intoxication."

"That's what the healer I invited said too. The Three-Day Intoxication is a good thing, but if you can't wake up in the middle, you can only wait three days. Now, can you still cure it?"

Yuantong smiled slightly, "The reason why people fall into a deep sleep after smelling it for three days is because the human body is greedy for spiritual energy. If we can find a more concentrated spiritual energy, it will definitely attract the human body to wake up and search for it."

"This is the first time I've heard of such a thing, but the Three-Day Intoxication is incredibly precious. Things with even stronger spiritual energy than it are hard to find!"

Yuantong opened his palm, and a drop of water, containing boundless spiritual power, gathered in his palm.

"Eight Merits Water! Young friend Murong, you are truly blessed. You are very generous."

"This bento box is a gift I gave to Fellow Daoist Murong as a greeting."

After Murong Yan consumed a drop of the Eight Merits Water, his spiritual energy surged and gathered in his dantian, causing his cultivation level to gradually rise from the early stage of Foundation Establishment to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

Wang Jie couldn't help but feel a little envious. If he were to be poisoned by the Three-Day Intoxication and still be able to drink the Eight Merits Water, it would be a blessing, not a curse.

That Murong kid is really lucky!

The Venerable Xuanji was willing to accept him as a disciple, surely because he saw his good fortune.

As Wang Jie pondered, Murong Yan slowly awoke.

Although he was drunk, he remained conscious during his unconscious state and could hear external sounds.

Therefore, after waking up, he got up and thanked Wang Jie and Yuantong.

"Young friend Murong, you are quite fortunate and blessed. It seems you will definitely be able to capture Wen Xichun."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan covered his face in shame and said, "You flatter me, City Lord. But I couldn't find Wen Xichun's whereabouts even three hours ago."

Wang Jie exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? Could it be that the person has already left?"

Murong Yan shook his head. "Three hours ago, I kept calculating and it seemed she was in Pingcheng, but suddenly I couldn't figure it out anymore. I suspect she might be with Senior Sister Ye."

"You mean Ye Qingzhou is obscuring the secrets of heaven for Wen Xichun, hindering your divination?"

“That should be the case.” Murong Yan glanced at Yuan Tong again. “Fellow Daoist is compassionate and is also Senior Sister Ye’s brother. I wonder if you could contact Senior Sister Ye and persuade her to stop aiding and abetting evil?”

Yuantong put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am just a monk, and my worldly ties are severed. I have no right to interfere with Benefactor Ye's choice."

After being rejected, Murong Yan was not angry. After all, he was just an outsider, and it was only reasonable for Yuan Tong to refuse out of brotherly affection.

But he still didn't want to give up.

Murong Yan, who had been frustrated and unsuccessful for more than ten years, received guidance from his master and entered the path of divination.

Having finally gotten a chance to make a name for themselves, how could they let it slip by?

Unfortunately, the obstacle to his first business deal was his fellow disciple, whose skills and connections were inferior to his.

If they lose, it's actually understandable.

But Murong Yan cannot lose.

From a young age, he believed that if you're going to do something, you should be number one.

If we give up today because of a junior sister's obstruction, how can we expect to achieve anything tomorrow?

So he said to the frowning Wang Jie, "Lord City Lord, I was in the early stage of Foundation Establishment before, but now I am in the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. Perhaps I can now see through the illusion and find Wen Xichun's whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jie was overjoyed, while Yuan Tong's heart skipped a beat.

"Wenxi Chun, Wenxi Chun, if you had known that this person would be so determined to track you down, would you still have suggested that I save him?"

Murong Yan had some talent in divination. He quickly calculated with his fingers and said, "Wen Xichun is still in Pingcheng."

Yuantong's heart tightened, hoping that Wen Xichun had already left the city lord's mansion and returned to Ye Qingzhou's side.

With a boat nearby, the scent of spring in Wenxi will surely be obscured.

But most things in life don't go as planned.

Murong Yan hesitated before speaking, "I can't calculate anything else. But I have a feeling... I think Wen Xichun is nearby."

Wang Jie was overjoyed, "Quickly activate the formation and capture that evil cultivator Wen Xichun!"

Yuantong's eyes drooped at the corners; he knew: Wenxichun was in danger!