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Chapter 22: Sang Qu Returns to Struggle against Long Yuan

"Evil beast! Stop it immediately!" Master Fuyin swept his whisk and looked down at the old yellow-skinned man.

Under Fu Yin's aura, the old man slowly lowered his body and looked submissive.

Fu Yin then looked at Lingxiang: "You naughty monkey, you are making trouble with my apprentice again!" Although his words were reproachful, there was no trace of resentment on his face.

"Look at what you said, how can this be called nonsense." Lingxiang said as she let go of the hand that was pinching the seal, walked over to Fuyin, squatted down, helped Maidong up, and fed her a detoxification pill.

"I am bringing her along to experience life, to teach her the dangers of the world. Not only are you not thanking me, but you are blaming me instead. How can that be justified?"

After taking the pill, Maidong recovered some of his strength. He couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing Lingxiang's words.

"You are such a sly fellow, always good at making excuses. Don't lead Maidong astray." Fu Yin smiled and shook his head, bowed to A Jin, and said, "Greetings to the divine messenger."

"Don't be polite, sir." Ajin said as he bowed in return.

"They are young and ignorant, and have caused trouble for the envoy of God. If they have offended you, please forgive me."

"Master, you are too modest. It was thanks to their help that we were able to capture this beast today. I should also thank you for your final move." Ajin said as he gave Fu Yin a fist bump.

"I don't deserve it. God's messenger, please don't do this." Fu Yin hurriedly returned the greeting.

Seeing that Master Fuyin was so polite to Ah Jin, Lingxiang suddenly remembered a scroll she had read when she was a child. With a quick glance, she stepped forward and patted Ah Jin, saying:
"Ah, Jin is no longer an outsider. You don't have to be so polite, right Jin?"

"Lingxiang! Don't be rude!" Fu Yin hurried forward to stop her.

"It's okay." Ajin smiled faintly.

Just when Maidong was wondering why Lingxiang was suddenly trying to get close to Ajin, City Lord Zhao gradually woke up, and Ajin quickly turned into a cat and ran out.

When the city lord woke up and saw the mess in the room, he was stunned at first. Then he was startled when he saw the old weasel surrounded by a group of little weasels. When he saw Mrs. Qiao lying on the bed, he hurriedly crawled and ran to protect her.

He stood in front of Mrs. Qiao's bed and turned around before he noticed Lingxiang and others in the room.

The city lord loved his wife so much that, although he had lost some of his composure, it made Lingxiang feel a little envious.

"Don't panic, City Lord," Mai Dong had recovered 70% of his strength. Seeing City Lord Zhao like this, he hurriedly stood up and went forward to comfort him.

"This is Master Fu Yin of the Yuanqing Sect," Lingxiang introduced him hurriedly, "With him here, Madam will be safe."

Only then did City Lord Zhao realize his own mistake, and hurriedly stood up and bowed to Fu Yin: "Thank you, Immortal."

Fu Yin hurriedly returned the greeting, praising him with words that he was not worthy of it.

"Madam, now you just need to remove the spell that has enchanted your soul. If you want her to wake up sooner, just take a pill to calm her down. But in my opinion, it is best to let her wake up naturally."

After Master Fuyin finished speaking, he looked at the old yellow weasel. The old yellow weasel was startled at first, and then he was about to step forward to undo the spell.

Upon seeing this, City Lord Zhao hurriedly stood in front of Mrs. Qiao: He had never seen a weasel of this size before, it must be a monster. How could he let such a dangerous creature get close to his beloved wife?

When Master Fuyin saw the city lord like this, he hurriedly said that it was okay. Maidong also repeatedly stated that with her master around, the yellow-skinned guy wouldn't dare to act rashly. The city lord then stepped aside, but still stared at the old yellow weasel's every move.

The old weasel just brushed Madam Qiao's eyebrows with its tail and retreated to the side, and the little weasels gathered around it again. "Before Madam wakes up, tell me about your business first!" Lingxiang saw the city lord nervously leaning towards Madam Qiao, so she changed the subject and said to the old weasel.

It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, but once it is mentioned, a group of little yellow weasels are like boiling water, chattering non-stop. However, their cultivation is still shallow, their intelligence is not yet developed, and they naturally cannot understand human language.

The old weasel then stepped forward and bowed to the city lord like a human, explaining clearly why they came to the city lord's mansion and why they attacked Madam Qiao.

After listening to its explanation, City Lord Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "Since this place is a gathering place of spiritual treasures and you are sincere in practicing, then you can stay. Just don't scare my wife again. It was indeed my subordinates who did the wrong thing about your young man. I don't want to trouble two masters for the same thing. I would like to ask the real person to help it transcend. I hope it can have a good afterlife."

Fu Yin praised the city lord for his kindness.

The old weasel was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he knelt down to thank him, promised to discipline the youngsters, and asked City Lord Zhao to give him a name.

This was a show of loyalty to the City Lord's Mansion, which surprised Lingxiang a little.

The city lord thought about it for a while and named it A-Qi, hoping that it could grow vigorously like the grass and realize its own way without caring about the opinions of others.

After hearing what City Lord Zhao said, Ah Lu bowed down and led the group of little weasels away.

From then on, there was no more trouble from snakes and rats in the City Lord’s Mansion. This is a story for later.

The city lord was afraid that Madam Qiao would suffer from sequelae after waking up, so to reassure her, Master Fuyin stayed in the city lord's mansion for some days.

The city lord's wife was indeed a gentle person. She liked Lingxiang and Maidong very much as soon as she saw them. Noticing that Lingxiang's clothes were almost tattered, no matter how she explained, she hurriedly asked people to measure their bodies and make clothes for them. She also ordered several sets of clothes for the two of them and dressed them up nicely.

Not to mention, after Lingxiang dressed up, she really had some of the air of a lady from a noble family, which made Master Fuyin stroke his beard and laugh, saying that it should have been like this a long time ago.

On this day, the city lord and his wife held a banquet to thank the three men for rescuing his wife. At the banquet, City Lord Zhao and Fu Yin were chatting, but Lingxiang took out from her arms the medical notice that was unveiled in front of the city gate that day.

"I wonder if the medical list posted by the city lord can be counted."

"Don't be silly. It is the duty of a cultivator to help others. How can you covet yellow and white things?" Fu Yin scolded Ling Xiang, and then apologized to the city lord: "I hope the city lord will give me some face. Considering that she is still young, please don't bother with her."

City Lord Zhao hurriedly said that it was okay: "That was the medical fee that was originally agreed upon. Miss Lingxiang did nothing wrong this time." After saying that, he was about to call the housekeeper.

"Wait a minute, City Lord. I really don't want the medical fee. I just want to ask for something from your mansion. I wonder if you can give it to me." Lingxiang said cunningly.

City Lord Zhao was quite calm: "I wonder what in your house caught Miss Lingxiang's eye?"

"Seven Star Dragon Abyss."

"This..." The city lord looked at his lady beside him with some embarrassment.

The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss that Lingxiang mentioned is an ancient bronze sword, weighing seven pounds and three ounces, three feet four and a half inches long, with a six-inch sword neck and a two-foot eight and a half-inch sword body, with eight-sided dragon patterns, which can slay demons and seal monsters. It was forged by a capable person in ancient times.

It's not that he didn't want to, but the sword was his lady's dowry.

The city lord's wife smiled gently: "I thought it was a rare thing, it's just a sword. Why do you have to make things so difficult for me, my husband? There is no one in the family who is willing to give it to Miss Lingxiang. It will be the best use of it." After saying that, she ordered the servant to take it out from the warehouse and send it to Lingxiang's guest room.

"Thank you, Madam." Lingxiang said as she bowed to Madam Qiao.

Here is a tribute to Wang Yuchen, one of my favorite writers
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